SUMMER TRAINING Chapter 1

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

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     Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror, trying to see if she could see the changes in her reflection.  The girl that stared back at her was the same California blonde that had just graduated high school.  Her hair was long with a slight curl to it and her eyes were an ocean blue.  She still had a killer figure that screamed to be on a Hooter’s calendar.  Everything in Stephanie’s reflection looked normal except for the ball gag fastened in her mouth.

     The blonde girl wondered if she could feel what it was like to be normal again.

     She had only been freed from her captors for about two nights and yet she still was bound and gagged.  What troubled her was being that way was by her own choice.

     Stephanie had awoken just as the sun was turning the night into the rusty orange of dawn.  Her stepbrother, Jeffery, was still asleep on their parents’ bed.  She was sort of glad that he had bothered to slip on his boxers before falling asleep beside her.  She was still dressed in her oversized t-shirt, panties, and the leather cuffs that held her wrists behind her and her ankles together.  She had asked Jeff to do this to her; to make her helpless again. To his credit, he did so reluctantly.

     Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see just how gorgeous she was bound.  With her arms behind her, it made her breasts jut out that much more.  With her ankles cuffed the way they were, it made her legs taper up to her hips much more dramatic.  It made her feel desired and sexy in a completely different way than what she was used to.

     It wasn’t as if Stephanie needed any help getting dates.  In fact, she had more offers than she cared for.  Every guy wanted to get into her panties and that wasn’t what she wanted every time she went out.  Sometimes she just wanted to have fun and party.  But the sex was just that, sex. It felt great but compared to the orgasms she had while tied up, they paled. Now she knew she would never be that girl in the mirror again.

     Jeffery snorted and rolled over, still dead to the world.  The bruises on his face and body were a testament to how hard the strangers were on him.  She wondered if he had the same thoughts as her. His bruises would heal, she knew. All of her bruises were on the inside. 

     Stephanie knew where the keys to some of the cuffs were since she had done some of the bondage to herself.  But Jeff had added to her helplessness and made in near impossible for her to get herself out of her current bind.  It was strange but she felt both vulnerable and safe at the same time.  She knew her step brother would make sure nothing happened to her.

     Stephanie looked back at him, hoping that he might be up.  He was still lightly snoring away in a tangle of covers.

     The bound girl took one more glance in the mirror before laying back down beside Jeffery, nestling up beside him. His body felt so warm as she listened to his breathing and wondering what he was dreaming about.

     Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.

     Jeffery slowly opened his eyes as the morning sun gleamed through his parent’s window. Curled up beside him was his stepsister, still bound the way he had left her last night. Gently, he combed her long, blonde hair away from her face. The ball gag was still fastened tightly between her teeth. The feel of her against his body had given him a morning boner that just ached to be relieved and there was very little she could do about it if he wanted to take advantage of her.

     Jeffery leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

     Stephanie opened her blue eyes and smiled around the red ball.

     “Rise and shine, Stephie.”

     The blonde moaned into her gag as she rolled over a bit. Jeffery raised himself up and leaned over her.

     “Time to get those cuffs off of you,” he said.

     Stephanie paused a bit before mumbling into her gag and shaking her head no.

     “You don’t want me to get those off of you?” he asked.

      She nodded. She really didn’t want to have them removed; at least not yet. She was feeling a little wanton now, having just woken from a powerfully erotic dream. She could tell that Jeffery was also having those same kinds of thoughts judging from his erection behind his boxers. She lifted up her body the best she could, making purring sounds through her gag.

     “Are you trying to tell me something, my little slave?”

     Slave. The word sent a hot flush through her as she nodded. Bound like this, he could do what he wanted to her and she couldn’t do a thing. The difference being that unlike the strangers, she knew her stepbrother wouldn’t hurt her.

      God, these restraints were making her into a slut.

     Jeffery straddled her as she lay on her back. Reaching underneath her nightshirt, he began to cup her breasts. His thumbs flicked over her stiff nipples. Stephanie closed her eyes, drinking in the warm rushes of pleasure that washed through her. She opened her eyes as he pulled up her shirt and licked around one of her areolas. Jeffery switched back and forth, gentling biting each nip as she moaned. Her body swayed under his.

     Pausing, he pulled his shorts off. Even though Stephanie had seen his cock up close last night, it had been during a frenzied blowjob that hadn’t lasted long and she had kept her eyes shut for the most part. Now, she could see it in all its rampant glory; a large, purplish head crowning a long, thick shaft. His balls dangled down, covered with a thick nest of dark curls. He straddled her again, this time further down.

     He grinned at her as he slid her panties down, revealing her smooth puss. He continued to pull them down until they bunched around her ankle cuffs. Lifting her legs, he slid himself between them until her cuffed ankles rested on his calves.

      “Do you want me in you?” Jeffery asked, looking into his stepsister’s eyes.

     “Yeaagth,” she said into her gag as she nodded and writhed beneath him.

     Jeffery paused.

     “Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked.

     Stephanie paused a moment, then shook her head.

     “Are you sure?”

     The blonde girl nodded, eager for him to get inside her. Cupping his hands beneath her rear, he lifted her up towards him. She lifted her legs the best she could and dug her heels into his ass. She watched as he eased himself into her, pushing until he was fully inside before starting to pump into her.

     Jeffery started slowly, feeling her silken muscles grip him as he slid back. He then began picking up the pace. Stephanie matched his rhythm, mewling at each stroke. She could feel the ecstasy building inside of her like a plume of steam as he thrust into her faster and faster. She bucked and squirmed in her bindings, screaming into her gag as she was engulfed in a fissure of white hot bliss that seemed to be burning her alive. At the edge of her mind, she felt him spray into her and hold himself there despite her thrashings until he collapsed on top of her.

     Neither said a word as they panted, catching their breath. She loved the feeling of Jeffery holding her, pressing her beneath him; the feel of his sweat-slick skin against hers; the smell of their sex. She could see the intensity in his eyes revealing his passion as he fucked her that he was as ardent about this as she was.

        Finally, Jeffery untangled himself from her. After rolling her over, she felt him unbuckle her gag and pull it from her mouth. Her other restraints soon followed until Stephanie was completely unbound lying on their parents rumpled bedspread. Jeffery gave her a quick kiss on the back of the neck and headed off to her parents’ shower with his boxers in hand.

 

     It took a long time for Stephanie to will herself to get up. Once she was up, she stripped off her nightshirt as she headed towards her bathroom. Her parents’ shower was nice but what she really needed a soaking bath. As the tub filled, she poured in some rose-scented bubble bath and let the mounds of foam build up before slipping down beneath them.

 

     The hot water eased her muscles and her mind. Her thoughts traveled back over the past couple of weeks as she replayed her forced enslavement. The more she tried to recall the details, the blurrier they became. All she really remembered was how everything was much more intense while she was bound, especially sex. She was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to be able to savor making love again without being tied up and helpless. 

 

     She lingered in the tub until the water started to cool. She dried herself off and then went back to her bedroom to get her clothes. Being seen naked in the house didn’t seem to matter anymore. She picked out a nice t-shirt and a pair of jeans before heading downstairs to get breakfast.

     Apparently, Jeffery had done some lingering himself. He was seated at the table sipping at his coffee and watching his scrambled eggs cool on his plate. Steph grabbed the milk out of the fridge and a box of Rice Chex from the pantry. She sat down opposite of Jeffery and poured herself a bowl.

 

     “Morning,” she smiled shyly.

 

     “Morning,” he replied, giving her a quick grin.

 

     Stephanie could tell by the look on his face that he was wrestling with his thoughts just as she had wrestled with hers while taking her bath. Finally, she decided to break the awkward silence.

 

      “So, did you mean it?”

 

      Jeff looked up from his eggs.

 

       “Huh?”

 

      “Did you mean it, Jeff?” she asked, “Do you think of me being your little slave?”

 

     Jeffery looked at her, “Well, since you were all tied up and . . .”

 

     His words trailed off.

 

     “I have given it some thought, Jeff, a lot of thought. These past weeks have changed me hugely. I mean, I will never really be the same. Not after being used by the strangers and not after what happened last night and this morning.”

 

      Jeff just sat there, looking at his stepsister as she paused before continuing.

 

      “Jeff, I want to be your little slave.”

 

     There, she had said it.

 

     “I know you are probably thinking I am a complete whack job,” she explained, “But it is the only way I can deal with what has happened to me. I need to be controlled, Jeff. I need you to be in charge of me so I don’t have to.”

 

     Jeff just stared at her.

 

     “You think I am fucking nuts,” she said, looking down.

 

     “No, I don’t,” he finally said.

 

     “Really?”

 

     “Yes, really,” Jeffery said.

 

       “You are the only person I know that can understand, Jeff, because we both went through it together. I don’t know what I am going through right now, but I really need to go through it with you. I know it sounds sick. God knows when I say it out loud it sounds sick to me, but I need to be your ‘little slave’ until I can work this out in my head, you know.”

 

      Jeff nodded, “So you really want to do this?”

 

     Stephanie nodded her head, “Yes.”

 

     “To be my slave?”

 

     “Yes,” she replied.

 

      Jeffery nodded his head, “Okay, Stephie, I’ll do it, but once you put yourself in my hands, I will be in complete control.”

 

     “I know,” she said.

 

     “I’m serious.”

 

     “I am too, Jeff. I really don’t think I can manage this without you.”

 

      Jeffery stood up, “Okay, slave, strip.”

 

      Stephanie just looked at her stepbrother as he put his hands on his hips.

 

     “Are you serious about this or not, slave?”

 

      The young blonde nodded her head and stood up from the table. Quickly she pulled of her shirt and shimmied out of her jeans and panties. She then stood there silently, her hands clasped behind her back.

 

      “From now on you will call me ‘Master’ and you will only talk when I ask you a question. Do you understand, slave?”

 

     Stephanie nodded, “Yes, Master.”

 

     “Good,” he said, “Is this really what you want, slave?”

 

     Again, she nodded, “Yes, Master.”

 

     Jeffery grinned. He could feel his erection aching again. He was sure that she would lapse in her resolve eventually, but by that time there would be cuffs and chains around her and there would be very little she could do about it.

 

     “Now go and bring me your restraints and your collar,” Jeffery said, “We need to get you dressed properly, slave.”

 

    With that, Stephanie turned and scampered upstairs.

     

SUMMER TRAINING CHAPTER 2

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

     Jeffery reflected a bit as his stepsister disappeared up the stairs and into their parents’ bedroom.  The fact that he had captured and used his stepsister for several weeks without her realizing his identity was nothing short of a true miracle.  All of his mental pre-planning and research was paying off.  She was now going to be his little slave girl.

     Upstairs, Stephanie had opened pretty much every drawer and cabinet in her parent’s armoire and now just stared at huge variety of restraints and gear that was stored there.  She had no idea what some of those things there were designed for. She recognized the sets of leather cuffs instantly as well as the collars, blindfolds and hoods. Since she had not actually seen herself in bondage before today, she was sure that some of those items she didn’t recognize were ones that the strangers had used on her. In the end, she picked out two pairs of matching red leather cuffs, a red leather collar, a ballgag that was part of some sort of head harness thing and several black leather belts. She gathered her choices together and headed back down the stairs.

    Jeffery had moved into the living room and she could see the lust in his eyes and crotch. The blonde held out the stuff she had picked out upstairs.

     “Here, Master,” she said.

     Jeffery frowned, “What did I tell you about not speaking unless spoken to, slave?”

     Stephanie looked down at her feet, “To be quiet unless I was asked a question.”

     “I will let it go this time, slave. Do not let it happen again.”

     His stepsister still held out the restraints that she had picked out for herself. After picking up the collar, Jeffery brushed her blonde hair aside and locked the collar around her throat. Next came the harness gag. Stephanie opened her mouth as wide as she could as Jeffery pushed the ball in. There were several straps to buckle around her head and under her chin before the gag was tightly locked between her lips. Her two ankle cuffs were next and each had a little chrome padlock and key. Quickly, he had both of her ankles cuffed with another lock holding them together.

     The more helpless she became, the more ‘alive’ she became. Stephanie couldn’t think of any other word to describe it. As Jeffery pulled the straps around her legs, she felt warmth radiating through her as if being hugged by a really nice guy.

     Jeffery eased her wrists in back of her and buckled the other pair of cuffs in place. Now she was truly helpless. She watched him as he circled her, his eyes savoring her bound form, as she stood there naked before him.

     “Do you still want to be my slave?” Jeffery asked.

     Stephanie nodded.

     Jeffery stepped towards his bound sister and hooked his finger through the front ring of her collar. He gave it a gentle tug and Stephanie hopped forward. She followed him all around the room and into the kitchen where he bent her forward onto the table where they had just had breakfast. He could see her sex peeking out between her strapped legs.

     Stephanie moaned as she felt him caress her from behind, his fingers lightly brushing her labia. She arched herself a bit and opened her legs the best she could, turning her head so she could watch Jeff behind her.

     “We have both a lot to learn about this, slave,” Jeff said as he continued to stroke her, “and I think a good starting point is the commands you were forced to learn. Do you still remember them, slave?”

      The blonde nodded her head. They were hard to forget. The fear of pain had seared them into her memory forever.

      “You will have to tell me them so I can write them down, slave. I had only read them once while making the recording. Will you do that for me, slave?”

      Again, Stephanie nodded. His caresses were getting more aggressive as her slit became wetter. The warmth from before was now becoming fiery as more little plumes of pleasure erupted inside her. She rocked back onto his hand as his fingers slid deeper inside of her.

      “And slave, I will tell you when you can cum. You cannot cum without my permission. Do you understand me, slave?”

     Stephanie nodded, moaning into her gag. The fires were now raging inside of her as she knew that at any moment they would flare and envelope her in ecstasy. She felt him grab the harness to her gag and he pulled her head up and back, causing her to arch back as well.

      His hand left her puss and pinched her nipple almost painfully.

      “Do not cum, slave. You do not have my permission,” Jeffery said.

      Jeffery spun her around and lifted her up onto the round kitchen table. Lying on her back, she felt both of Jeffery’s hand kneading her breasts and pulling on her nipples. The fires still burned but not as hot as she lifted herself up to him.

      Jeffery stopped and stepped back.

     The bound blonde whimpered in protest, her eyes pleading with him to continue.

     “Close your eyes, slave,” Jeff commanded.

     Stephanie closed her eyes and braced herself. After a long pause, she felt his fingers tracing tiny circles on her shaven mons. She lifted her hips up to him again and he lightly touched her lips teasingly before she felt him kiss her tenderly there.

     Stephanie so wanted to open her legs to him but the straps held her legs firmly together. His kisses teased her as much as his fingertips did. She squirmed and moaned; keeping her eyes squeezed shut as he licked at the edge of her sex.

     Then he stopped.

     She fought to keep her eyes shut. She desperately wanted to see what he was going to do to her next, but she needed to obey her stepbrother’s orders. Seconds seemed like eons. He was probably testing her, Stephanie thought, to see if she would keep her eyes shut or risk peeking.

     She felt something cool and knobby just above her slit. She nearly jumped when it began to buzz but she managed to keep her eyes shut. The hum of the vibrator flared the furnace inside her and she arched herself on the table and screamed into her gag. She could feel the fires about to consume her as she squirmed in her bonds. He pushed the buzzing toy deeper between her legs.

     “Do not cum, slave,” he whispered in her ear, “Only I can tell you when. Your pleasure is in my hands, not yours. Do you surrender your pleasure to me, slave?”

     Stephanie nodded, mewling.

     Stephanie screamed and her eyes flew open as her stepbrother pressed an ice cube into her slit, the cold jabbing through her like an icy bolt. Just as quickly, he brought the tip of the slender vibrator back to where it was, sending a wave of roaring bliss crashing through her.

      “Cum.”

     Cum she did. Her whole being quaked as her fiery orgasm consumed her, bucking in her bindings and panting into her gag. Slowly, the flames ebbed away, leaving the blonde girl drained as she curled herself around into a ball. She hoped that Jeffery hadn’t seen her opening her eyes. He had so understood about this thing she needed and she didn’t want to disappoint him.

     “You may open your eyes, slave,” Jeffery said.

     Stephanie blinked as she looked at him, sitting at the kitchen table facing her. He brushed her hair as he looked into her face, his kind eyes smiling at her.

      “You did well, slave. But remember, your pleasure is always in my control. You may not cum until I tell you that you may. Now, I need you to follow me upstairs so that we can write down the lessons they made you memorize.”

     With that, Jeffery attached a chain lead to her collar and helped her off the table. Stephanie faltered a bit, still weak from her orgasm, but she recovered well and hopped right behind him.

     Jeffery loved the sight of his naked stepsister hopping behind him, her arms cuffed behind her and a harness gag silencing her. Her breasts jiggled wonderfully with each jump; her nipples still stiff. Her whole body seemed more slender when bound as she was. He only wished he had set up the camera for this. However, this was a spur-of-the-moment type thing so he would just have to relish his memories.

     Coming to the foot of the stairs, Jeffery let go of the leash.

     “I will meet you at the top of the stairs, slave,” he said before heading up.

     Stephanie did not want to try to hop up the stairs bound as she was. She figured it was much too risky. She carefully squatted down and sat herself on the third stair. Then, using her bound legs, she scooted up to the next stair and repeated the process until she had negotiated the whole flight. Jeffery was standing there ready to scoop up her leash and help her to stand.

     Stephanie was proud of herself. It was a simple thing, but doing it while tied up was harder than she had thought.

     She hopped along behind Jeffery again, going into their father’s office.

     “Kneel,” he said as he sat down in the old leather office chair.

The blonde girl knelt down beside him.

      Jeffery always liked his father’s den. A huge, craftsman-style desk dominated the room, flanked by matching bookcases filled with books. The room always had the curtains drawn. A stained glass desk lamp and a matching floor lamp in the corner gave off the only light in the room. It gave the room a warm, cozy feel. Jeffery flicked on the computer and waited for it to boot up.

     Stephanie watched as Jeffery leaned over her and unbuckled her gag. She was glad the ball wasn’t any bigger than it was as she worked the soreness out of her jaw. She glanced up as Jeffery brought up ’Word’ on the computer screen.

     “Okay, slave, let’s see how much you can remember about the commands they taught you.”

     One by one, Stephanie recited the demands of her servitude. What each touch of the riding crop meant and how she was supposed to respond. As she knelt there recalling, Jeffery gently stroked her blonde tresses and typed in the commands.

     “That is all I can remember, Master,” she said, looking down.

     “You did quite well, slave,” Jeffery said, still stroking her, “I am impressed.”

     Stephanie knelt quietly by his side as he continued to work on the computer, pulling up his e-mails and glancing through them. There were a few he replied to. One in particular stood out and she happened to catch the name on it: Michelle.

     She didn’t remember Jeffery mentioning any girl friend. Granted, they never talked that much but you would think that he would have mentioned it. Maybe she was up at his college still. . .

     The blonde felt a twinge of jealousy.

     That was stupid, she told herself. Why should she be jealous? She had been Jeff’s ’slave’ for only a few hours now. If he didn’t want her, she was sure he would have told her. He had plenty of time to say no to all this. No, this Michelle was probably just a friend he had met up there, perhaps taking a class together, a study partner. That’s all she was.

     Stephanie nuzzled her head on her stepbrother’s lap and looked up at him.

     “Do you want something, slave?” Jeffery asked.

     “Yes, Master.”

     “What is it?”

     Stephanie looked down, “Master, I need you for this, for what I am going through. I need to know that you are here for me until I can work this thing out.”

     “Of course, slave, I am here for the long haul. I wouldn’t abandon you, not after what we have been through,” Jeff replied.

     “Even with Michelle?” Stephanie asked.

     Jeffery glanced at her sternly, “You read the e-mail.”

     “No, Master, no. I only saw her name. Really. I wouldn’t read your messages unless you gave me permission to.”

     Jeffery sat back in his chair, fingers folded, looking down at his stepsister. He could hear it in her voice, the sadness, as she said Michelle’s name. Here Stephanie was, hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed as well, helpless and worried already that there was ’someone else’ in his life. Before he captured her, she would hardly say two words to him and now he was her life raft. He felt a little sad for her.

      “slave, Michelle is a special friend,” Jeffery eventually answered, “A friend that you will probably meet sometime. She will never replace you, slave. I promised you that I would keep you and that is what I intend to do.”

     Stephanie nodded her head.

     Jeffery turned off the computer and picked up Stephanie’s lead.

     “After we get our chores done, slave, we will practice your commands again.  First let’s get that gag back on you.”

     Stephanie opened her mouth and let her stepbrother push the red ball behind her teeth before he buckled the chin and head straps. She felt a slight tug on her collar and carefully stood up. She followed Jeffery into the hallway then into their parents’ bedroom where he unlocked her wrists and relocked them in front of her.

    “Let’s make this a little more interesting, slave,” Jeffery exclaimed as he looked through the vast array of dildos and vibrators that were in his parent’s armoire. He settled on a small purple ‘butterfly’ that would strap on against her clit.

     Stephanie watched as he released her ankles and unbuckled both belts from around her legs. He held the thin straps of the butterfly open as she stepped into them. Gently, he pulled the butterfly-shaped vibe up and nestled it tightly between her labia lips and against her clit. He then eased her legs back together and refastened the cuffs and straps, once again welding her legs together.  The controls, Stephanie noticed, were separate and watched as Jeffery put them in his jeans pocket before taking up her leash.

     “We have made a mess of our parent’s bed, slave. I need you to make it nice again.”

     Stephanie gave her brother a scowl. This was not what she meant when she asked to be his little slave girl.

     “Don’t give me that look, slave,” Jeffery said while selecting one of the riding crops hanging on the armoire’s door and smacking it into his palm.

     The bound blonde hopped up to the bed and started smoothing the covers. They hadn’t crawled beneath the sheets last night so only the bed cover was messed. As she leaned over the smooth out a wrinkle, the vibe came to life against her clit, sending a jolt of bliss through her.

     “You see, slave, chores can be fun. But you still cannot cum until I tell you that you may.”

     Stephanie tried to concentrate on the task at hand while her stepbrother watched with the remote in one hand and the crop in the other. With this vibe, there was only on or off, and all the time she was straightening the bed, he would click the remote randomly. She was still sensitive from this morning’s efforts and the hum of the vibe magnified the effects of the butterfly’s gel nubs. It took all of her concentration just to finish the bed.

     “Now, let’s get you down to the kitchen.”

     His stepsister followed him as best as she could, hopping right behind him. He had left the vibrator on and he could hear her mewls behind her gag but he wasn’t sure if they were protests or urgings. He could see it in her blue eyes, however, that the vibe was having its desired effect.

     They arrived at the top of the stairs and Jeffery still had a hold of her chain lead. She stopped for a moment as he stepped down but he gave her a quick tug. She took a small hop to the edge before taking a jump down.

     She teetered just a bit, finding her balance, but she had done the first step. He continued to lead her as she continued to take one jump at a time until they both reached the bottom. They paused just a moment before he steered her towards the kitchen and the few dishes in the sink.

    Stephanie found that having her hand cuffed in front of her wasn’t that much of a hindrance in doing the chores. It was awkward, yes, and a bit humiliating, but she placed the dishes in the washer quickly. After filling the machine with soap, she shut the door, turned it on, and then faced her stepbrother.

     “Well done, slave,” Jeffery said, “Now it’s training time.”

                             -o0o-

     Kim Ortez had had another rough night. She had managed to grab a few hours sleep before slipping out of the house unnoticed. She definitely didn’t want to be around when her father woke up.  He was still angry with the world and Kim would be the one to suffer from it.

     She turned on her car radio, one of the only things in her car that was reliable, and sang along with the latest Lady Gaga hit. The old white-and-rusted Aries K car seemed to have palsy with every turn she took and she prayed that it wouldn’t give out on her.

     “Fuck,” she said to herself as she drove her beat-up car down the road to nowhere in particular.

     She really wished to hell that Steph, her best friend, was with her. Kim really fucking missed her and needed her now. She had spent a couple of nights shacked up with an asshole named Marcus, but he fucking thought that he owned her because he was letting her share his filthy-ass bed. She had enough of that shit. Now she had to sneak back into parents’ place every night and hope that her father didn’t catch her while she grabbed a few hours sleep. 

    God, he was an even bigger asshole since the big meltdown fight that put her mother in the county prison.  They had both been drunk and mom decided that a frying pan was just a better way of convincing her father that she was right.  Now he father boozed alone and took it all out on Kim when she showed up.

     Kim took in a deep breath.

     What she really needed was a long, hot shower and a place to crash.

     “Fucking shit,” she said out loud.

     She really didn’t want to go over to Steph’s house again. The last time she was there, Steph’s brother was boning some girl there and things were fucking awkward as hell. But, he had been cool about letting her take a shower.

     Fuck.

     Kim turned her car around and started heading towards Stephanie’s house, hopefully to a much-needed shower.

SUMMER TRAINING Chapter 3

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

          Stephanie was in the dark again. Jeffery had placed a leather blindfold over her eyes and left her standing naked in her bondage in the living room. She could hear her stepbrother setting something up beside her as she stood there in silence.

     In the living room they had gone through her lessons as she remembered them. The straps around her legs were gone as well as the lavender butterfly-shaped vibrator. But Stephanie still had the red-leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists, a matching collar and a harness gag with a bright red ball. Her hands had been locked behind her back after her lesson where she was pretty sure they would remain for awhile.

     The bound blonde felt Jeffery’s riding crop tap the back of her knees and she immediately knelt down. Another tap on her inner thigh let her know that Jeffery wanted her knees spread wide while she was kneeling. Stephanie did not hesitate to do this.

     A drizzle of warm, rose-scented oil trickled over her chest and she felt Jeffery’s hands gently massaging it all over her body. The feel of his hands touching her sent a warmth rush through her and she smiled around her gag. His touch was very loving as he made sure all of Stephanie was covered in the glistening oil.

     The blindfold came off and Stephanie blinked as she looked at herself in her mother’s stand-up mirror. Her tanned skin gleamed from the sunlight. Just behind the mirror was Jeffery’s video recorder on a stand, its glass eye focused on her. The last thing she noticed was a ‘T’ shaped piece of black tubing with two leather cuffs on the top portion and a large, black phallus fixed at the bottom.

     Jeffery knelt down in front of her and positioned the phallus between her legs, coating it with some gel before easing it into her. Stephanie let out a tiny squeal of pleasure as it slipped inside her. The top of the ‘T’ was now on the bottom with cuffs at either end. Jeffery fastened one just below her left knee and then the other below her right, forcing his stepsister to keep her legs spread. He adjusted the length of the rod going into Stephanie’s puss, lowering just a tad to make sure she was comfortably impaled.

     “slave, you were very good during your lessons, so I want you to make yourself cum when I turn on the camera,” Jeffery said while he stood up.

     The thought of being on video sent a wave of butterflies into her stomach. It was both frightening and erotic at the same time. She was pretty sure that Jeffery would never let anyone else look at the disk, but what if someone played it by accident?

     “slave, make yourself cum,” her Stepbrother commanded.

     Tentatively, Stephanie started rocking her hips; thrusting herself further onto the dildo and feeling it fill her. There was no hum of a vibrator to help her along. This would be all Stephanie.

     His stepsister’s thrusts soon began a quicker pace.  Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations of being helpless and driven to cum.

     “Do you enjoy being tied, slave?” Jeffery asked.

     Stephanie opened her eyes and nodded yes, smiling around her gag.

     “Did you ask me to tie you like this?”

     Again, his stepsister nodded, blushing.

    Looking through the viewfinder, his bound stepsister looked stunning. The late morning sunlight glistened off of her tanned skin. She had closed her eyes and she continued to grind herself onto the black phallus. There was an angelic look on her face as she began to moan and pant and Jeffery felt his erection aching to take her.

 

     “That’s it slave,” Jeffery said, “You’re a looking hot.”

 

      Stephanie opened her blue eyes, smiling around the gag. The pleasure gusting through her was building as she quickened her pace, trying to get more friction. She stared right into the camera like she had seen in pornos, her body undulating.

 

     She watched as Jeff stepped around the camera and reach into his pocket. He pulled out a pair of nipple clamps that had a thin chain running between them. She gave her stepbrother a questioning grunt, but he ignored her, pulling on one of her nipples and shutting the clamp down upon it. It sent a jolt of painful bliss through her as he did the same to her other nip. The chain pulled down on them slightly, sending more sensual squalls through her.

 

     Then the doorbell rang.

 

     “Shit,” Jeffery said beneath his breath as he went to the lace curtains to see who it was.

 

     Kim’s white and rusted Aries K was by the curb and he could just make out Kim’s back as she stood by the door swinging her pink nylon gym bag. Kim was Stephs best friend and she made herself a real nuisance last time she was here.

 

     “It’s Kim,” Jeffery said as he grabbed his blonde sister under her arms and dragged her into the kitchen; dropping her behind island counter out of site.

 

     Jeff then rushed back out and nabbed the camera, setting it by Stephanie before pushing the mirror to the side and out of the way.

 

     The doorbell rang a second time.

 

     Jeffery took a second to compose himself then opened the door.

 

     “Hi,” Kim said holding her bag. She was dressed in a pair of black spandex disco pants and a blazing red tube top. She had her long, black hair back into a pony tail and sported enough costume jewelry to outfit a Clair’s store.

     “What do you need, Kim?” Jeffery asked.

     “Oh my God, what happened to you?” Kim asked, seeing Jeff’s bruised face.

     “Just got into a fight.  What’s up?”

 

     “I need another favor,” she smiled.

 

     Jeffery frowned.

 

     “I need to borrow your shower again. I promise I’ll be in and out of here. My dad’s going ballistic without my mom there to be his slave and I just don’t want to be in his path, you know?”

 

     Jeff gave her a slight, irritated nod, “Okay.” He stepped aside to let her go through.

 

     “Thanks, Jeff,” Kim said as she held up her bag and giggled, “No need to borrow Stephs panties.”

 

     Jeffery smiled.

 

     As she climbed the stairs, she looked back down at Jeff, “Do you have anyone here? I didn’t see your girlfriend’s car out front.”

    Jeffery’s blood froze for a second. He hoped that Stephanie wasn’t too busy listening. He could see the progress he had made with his stepsister vaporize if she heard that she was here before while the ‘strangers’ held her captive. Stephanie wasn’t dumb and she could put two and two together and easily figure out that he was the ‘strangers’. At least she was bound securely.

 

     “No, no one but me,” he recovered.

 

     “Not that I care, Jeff. I just don’t want an awkward to happen, you know.”

 

     Jeff nodded, “of course. Nope, there is no one in the house but me right now.”

 

     Kim just smiled and went up the rest of the stairs to the bathroom, sashaying like hooker. All five foot of her screamed ‘fuck me’. Jeffery once again thought of what her curvaceous frame would look like with rope tightly woven around her. He waited until she shut the bathroom door before going to check on his stepsister.

 

     After Jeff had set her down, Stephanie had lost balance and tettered over onto her side, almost losing the dildo inside her. She tried to get back onto her knees, but every time she did it felt as if the gel phallus would pop out of her so she stopped. Wriggling a bit, the blonde tried to get herself comfortable on the tile behind the counter.

 

     Stephanie couldn’t see anything laying there and even though she recognized Kim’s voice, she couldn’t make out what Kim or her brother was saying. Not that she minded. The fear of being seen by Kim while she was bound like this sent a chill through her as she was glad she was where she was.

 

     She mewled into her gag as Jeffery squatted down beside her and picked up the camera and setting it back up facing her. He ignored her as he lowered the tripod to be more on her level.

 

     “When I turn the camera on, slave, you need to cum.”

 

     Stephanie gave a questioning grunt into her gag.

 

     Jeffery clicked the camera on.

 

     “You need to cum before Kim leaves or she might accidentally find you.”

 

     Jeffery’s bound stepsister whimpered in her gag, but again he ignored her. Stephanie began to hump the dildo on a rod thing again. The threat of being exposed to her friend felt like an frozen vice clamped down around her, slowly squeezing her. It also flared her lust.

 

     The heated winds of pleasure soon whirled inside her as she quickened her thrusts. On her side, Stephanie could get more friction and more movement from the black gel phallus. She squirmed on the tile, her eyes closed, trying to imagine it was one of the strangers in her. . .

 

                           -o0o-

 

     Kim shut the bathroom door and locked it before turning on the shower. She made sure that only the hot water was on, filling the small bathroom with luxurious steam. The quickly undressed and folded her clothes on the counter. The steamed mirror made her look like a very sexy ghost as she stepped into the bathtub shower. She made some adjustments to the tap and made sure that the drain was closed before let the hot water massage her life away.

 

     Stephs brother was hiding something. Kim knew that for a fact. And he wasn’t hiding his girlfriend. She didn’t know what it was, but she was sure that she would be able to find it out.

     She didn’t know what it was, but she was sure that she would be able to find it out so she could tell Steph all about it when she got back.

      Kim spotted a bottle of rose bubble bath and poured some in before turning off the shower and turning on the tub’s faucet. She slipped herself beneath the water and closed her eyes.

 

     Fuck, this is what she needed.

 

     Jeffery was cute if you didn’t mind the sorta creepy geeky thing. He was tall and had a runner’s build. He kept his dark hair closely cropped and his blue eyes seemed to hint of deeper thoughts. If he wasn’t Stephs brother, then she thought it might be cool to party with him. Being a nerdite didn’t help at all either.

 

     As the bathtub filled, her thoughts drifted away from Jeff and his secret to figuring out how to con him into letting her crash here for the night without sleeping with him. She wasn’t working late at the hardware store today so she would be getting to Steph’s house about seven or so. She bet all she had to do was look sad and he would let here stay the night or two.

 

                         -o0o-

 

      The oil on Stephanie’s skin made her slick and she ended up slipping onto her back. Her stepbrother adjusted the camera again as she continued to try to cum. She squirmed on the tile and moaned into her gag. She was sooooo close. The pleasure was creeping up slowly through her, near to the precipice where she would fall off and be engulfed in ecstasy.

 

     But she wasn’t there yet.

 

     She glanced up to see Jeffery behind the camera, enjoying her antics.

 

     “Cum, slave, you can do it,” he said in a hushed whisper.

 

      God, if he would just touch me, Stephanie thought. She was so freakin’ close. She humped faster, panting into her gag. A whirlwind of bliss churned inside her and finally ravaged her in a white-hot fever of pure pleasure. She was so enraptured that she almost didn’t hear her stepbrother.

 

     “Quiet, slave, Kim’s out of the bathroom.”

 

     Standing up, Jeffery noticed that Kim had changed into her work clothes that consisted of an orange polo shirt and tan slacks. The slacks looked like they were a size or two too small and they seemed to cling to her like a second skin.

 

     “Thanks again, Jeff,” she said, giving him a wide smile, “I‘ll get outta your hair.”

 

     “No problem,” he replied.

 

     “Can I ask you another favor?” she asked demurely.

 

     Jeffery looked at her.

 

     “Can I do a load of laundry here after work. My clothes are getting funky and I really don’t want to go back to my hellhole to do them.”

 

     Jeffery thought for a minute before replying, “Sure, just call me before you leave. Do you have our home number?”

 

     Kim nodded, “Yep, On my cell.”

 

     “Right,” Jeffery nodded.

 

     “Thanks again Jeff and see you tonight.”

     Jeff swung the door shut and locked it behind Kim.  He watched out the peephole as Kim climbed into her car and coaxed it down the road. When he was sure she was truly gone, he went back to his bound stepsister.

     Stephanie was still panting from her efforts as she lay on the tile.  She had rolled over on her side and a string of drool hung from the side of her mouth.  The dildo had managed to stay inside of her but just barely.  Even though she was uncomfortable, a hot, contented feeling filled her whole being.

     “Kim is gone,” he said to Steph, “But she is coming back later to do some laundry.”

     The blonde grunted into her gag and shook her head.  Even though the thoughts of Kim discovering her fueled her orgasm, the fear was still very real.

     Jeff stroked her hair, “I wouldn’t let her find you, you know that, don’t you?”

     Stephanie gave a reluctant nod.

     “Now let’s get you out of these things so you can clean up.  A clean slave is a happy slave.”

     Jeff systematically undid all of Stephanie’s bindings, starting with the clamps.  A painful delight stabbed through her as the jaws let go and circulation started to flow back into each nipple.  The dildo-rod thing was next followed by her cuffs, collar and gag.  She stood up and stretched her sore muscles as Jeff piled the restraints on the counter.

     “Did you enjoy that slave?” Jeffery asked.

     Stephanie nodded her head, “Yes, Master.”

     “Good.  Now go take a quick shower.  I will meet you in Mom and Dad’s room so I can get you ready for our guests tonight.”

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SUMMER TRAINING Chapter 4

T.S. FESSELN

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     Kim smiled as she drove away, thinking about how easy it was to get Jeffery to let her do her laundry at his house. Of course, she would make sure that her laundry would take time and by the time it was done, she would ask if she could spend the night in Stephanie’s room. If you had boobs and asked nicely, you could get pretty much anything.

 

     Once she was there, Kim would also see what Jeffery was keeping a secret. There was something making him nervous as hell and now she was anxious to know what. It wasn’t just the desire to know, but she might also be able to blackmail Jeff into letting her stay at the house while Stephanie and her parents were away. It certainly beat sleeping out in the car or with some guy she barely knew.

 

     Another song came on the radio and she sang along with it. Hopefully work wouldn’t be too bad and then she could look forward to tonight.

 

                                                                                                      -o0o-

 

     Michelle Chen stretched beneath her covers, enjoying the feeling of being naked beneath them. A couple weeks ago, you wouldn’t have caught her dead without wearing some sort of nightdress. However, after spending some time with Jeffery and his girlfriend Stephanie, a whole new sensual ocean had opened up to her and she was willing to take the plunge.

 

     She didn’t have to be at work until early this evening and she had planned to catch up on some of her research online. The subject was something that she had been obsessing about since she first snapped a pair of cuffs around her own wrists: bondage.

 

     Michelle rolled out of bed and went straight to her closet and to the small wicker box she kept there. Inside were the black leather cuffs and collar Jeffery had given her as well as a bright red ballgag. Several lengths of rope she had added herself as well as a few other restraints were inside the box as well. It was hard on a delivery person’s wage to afford a lot of bondage gear, but she saved a portion of her tips for just that. The chrome cloverleaf nipple clamps were one of the first things she had purchased followed by a black ring gag, one that fit her small mouth perfectly. She pulled out her collar and fastened it around her neck before going to her computer.

 

     Despite not fully embracing the 24/7 slavery lifestyle, Michelle still wanted to be bound again by Jeffery. The intensity of her feelings and the strength of her orgasms had left an indelible imprint on her sexually. She needed more.

 

     The computer screen came on and after logging in, she went to her e-mail to see if Jeffery had written back. He had. She clicked the mail open and she read it nervously:

 

     ‘I want you tonight, slave.’ was all it said.

 

     Warm shivers went through Michelle as she re-read the five words. It was Wednesday and really, there were very few orders. She would probably end up staying the night with Jeffery and his girlfriend. She could miss this one night without any major financial crisis. She would have to be at work tomorrow, however. She would call her uncle up and feign being sick.

 

     Quickly, she typed her one word reply, ‘When?’ and sent it off.

      A sweet mix of anxiousness and arousal whirled through the Oriental girl as she unbuckled her collar and headed to the bathroom. After turning on the shower, she took a quick look at herself in the mirror. Though being a little shy of five foot, she was a very attractive package with long, black hair and a nice pair of breasts. Her nest above her sex was narrow and well trimmed. Her legs were well defined but not very long. She was the picture-perfect little Chinese girl.

 

     After a quick, warm shower, she dried her hair with a blow dryer before putting back on her collar. She was going to be his tonight so she better start dressing the part.

 

     One of the things that she had spent time researching was self-bondage. There was a wealth of information out there including tons of safety tips and Michelle drank it all in. She glanced at her e-mail again to see if Jeffery had replied yet and he hadn’t, so she decided that perhaps she should get herself into a bind while waiting for his reply.

 

     There wasn’t time to do her usual ice-cube timer thing, so she decided on simply tying the key to a long length of string and when she had had enough of her self-inflicted enslavement, she would gather the string up until she had the key in her hand.

 

     In her kitchen drawer was a roll of string and she unwound several yards from it. On one end she tied the key to the padlock that was going onto her cuffs and the other end she tied to the hasp of that padlock. Michelle was careful to make sure that it was the right key. One of her biggest fears was not being able to get out of a bind once she put herself into one.

 

     Gathering up her box, she sat herself down at the computer and buckled the ankle cuffs around each ankle before drawing each one up and tying it to the pedestal of her office chair. The seat forced her to keep her legs open. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a wide gel vibrator that she only used on herself when in bondage. It had a shaft that had a piston-sort of action and a smaller vibrating egg would nestle against her clit. She coated it with a special heating lubricant and then eased it into herself until it was in as far as it could go.

 

     Michelle decided not to tie a crupper around herself and make the situation into a kind of game.  She would have to try to keep the vibe inside herself while it was on. It would add to the thrill, she smiled.

 

     The ballgag was next and Michelle made sure that it was strapped tightly between her lips so she couldn’t force it out. It filled her mouth and stretched her jaws to near aching. However, it was the gag that Jeffery had given her, so it would have to do until she could afford another one.

    She had decided earlier that when Jeffery’s reply popped up was when she could get herself out of her restraints. She wouldn’t be able to read his email until she uncuffed herself.

 

     Michelle turned on her vibrator and immediately felt a torrent of pleasure course through her body. She carefully fastened the cuffs around her wrists and locked them together behind the back of her chair.

 

     Now she was a prisoner.

 

     As the vibrator whirred inside her, she tried to remember all the commands that Jeffery had taught her. She was sure that he was going to use them on her tonight and she wanted to make sure that she didn’t displease him. She had found on the internet a copy of the ’rules’ called ’The Laws of the Crop’. Someone had actually posted photos of each page of the old book and she was sure that that is where Jeffery got his commands. They were identical.

 

     She could imagine each touch of the riding crop on her skin and she would respond. A tap to the chin and she lifted her head and opened her mouth. A tap behind her knees and she knelt. All of these were in Dr. Geoffrey Brand’s book ’The Care and Treatment of Particularly Fair Women’.

     Michelle was now gently rocking her hips as the vibe thrust itself into her. She found she had to lean forward as much as she could so not to lose the vibe; grinding herself into the seat so the smaller vibe was against her swollen pearl.

 

     Moaning, she writhed in her seat. She opened her eyes to glance at the screen. There was no e-mail from Jeff. The tide of ecstasy was building inside of her as she strained against her bonds. Now she wished that she had put the nipple clamps on. Their bite would have helped her over the edge. Now, her nips just ached for attention and there was no one to give it to them.

     Michelle was consumed by an explosion of pleasure ripping through her. She thrashed in her chair, nearly toppling it over as she bucked and screamed. Wave after burning wave churned through her as she wrestled with her restraints until she was spent.

 

     She glanced at the screen.

 

     Still there was no e-mail from Jeff as she felt another rush of pleasure threatening to push her over the edge yet again.

 

                              -o0o-

 

     Stephanie waited on her parent’s bed. She wondered what Jeffery was doing and what he meant by ’guests’. He had mentioned that her friend Kim was coming back over after work to throw some clothes into the wash. She imagined Kim’s parents were at it again and Kim just didn’t want to go through that door until things calmed down.

 

     Kim had spent the night with Stephanie before when things got really bad over there. It wasn’t often, but Kim had stayed a night or two and her parents welcomed her. Jeffery was away at college so she had a bed to sleep in. They had spent most of those nights talking about anything and everything and a good portion of the time sex was the main topic of conversation. However, they had never talked about bondage.

 

     Kim would be the only other person she knew that Stephanie might talk to about being tied up and ravaged. She might even talk about the strangers and what they did to her and Jeff, but she wasn’t sure. Kim’s life was a hard one sometimes and she probably could relate to Stephanie and what the strangers did to her, but there was something inside Stephanie that didn’t want to share that with anyone but Jeff. At least, not right now.

 

     Stephanie got off the bed and went over to her parents’ closet. Once again, she parted her mother’s collection of lingerie to reveal the padlocked door.

 

     It was about the same width as a normal door but not as tall. Jeffery might have to duck his head to go through it. There was a simple doorknob that was painted the same color as the rest of the closet and she could turn it easily. However, the bolt and the padlock were both very sturdy and they had no give. The blonde wondered what was behind the door. She would have to ask mom when she got back.

 

      “What are you looking at?” Jeffery asked, startling Stephanie.

 

       “Nothing,” she replied, “Just this door.”

 

       Jeffery noticed that she didn’t address him as Master, but he let it slide this time, more intrigued by the door. He had seen it before when he was picking out an outfit for Stephanie, but he really didn’t examine it. He stood by his nude stepsister and looked at it.

 

     “Do you know what’s inside?” Stephanie asked.

 

     “slave, remember your place,” Jeff said sternly.

 

     Stephanie swallowed, “Yes, Master. Sorry Master.”

 

     “Good girl,” he said patting her on the head, “I don’t know what’s behind there.”

 

      Jeffery didn’t know but he had a fair guess, or at least, he hoped what was behind the locked door was something his parents played with. Given their extensive collection of bondage toys, he thought that they would have some kind of playroom as well and this might be it. 

     “Do you want to find out, slave?” he asked.

 

     “Yes, Master.”

 

     “Let’s get you ready first then we’ll try to find out.”

 

     Jeffery guided his stepsister back to stand in front of the armoire. The first thing he selected was the white leather collar he had used on her earlier when the ’strangers’ were here. She looked gorgeous in white. Next, he guided her wrists behind her back and handcuffed her with a pair of white leather cuffs. These had more padding than the others did and they seemed to fit around her wrists more snuggly. Last, he fastened on a chain lead and hooked it on one of the top rungs of the canopy bed.

 

     “Stay here, slave,” he told Stephanie

 

     The blonde had very little choice being tethered to the bed as she was. She watched him leave the bedroom and head down the hallway.

 

     One of Jeffery’s dad’s favorite sayings was ‘prepare for the worse and pray for the best’ and he always seemed to abide by that; spare keys were no exception. He kept spare keys for everything in the house for the cars. One set of those spare keys was hanging in a kitchen cabinet. Another set was in an old cut-glass jar he kept on his office shelf. Unscrewing the lid, he carefully poured the key ring and keys into his palm and went back to the bedroom.

 

     Stephanie was still standing there, patiently waiting for him. One at a time, Jeffery looked at each key before deciding to try it or not. The car keys were obvious as well as the keys to the house, but there were about a dozen he figured that had a chance at opening it.

 

     The fourth key was the one that popped the lock. Jeffery pulled back the hasp and tried the doorknob. It easily turned and the door swung in a little. He glanced back at his stepsister and gathered up her leash.

 

     Stephanie followed her brother through the door. It was dark beyond the doorway and they moved cautiously. Jeffery’s hand found a light switch and flicked it on.

 

     “Oh my God,” Stephanie said underneath her breath.

 

     The room was good sized, thought the ceiling was low and peaked. Jeffery guessed that this was part of the attic space above the garage. The center was dominated by a large jail cell; large enough to hold 2 or 3 people. There was a black leather table beside it and a Saint Andrew’s cross close to the wall.

 

      The whole room was like a charcoal drawing. The walls and ceilings were lined with the kind of dark gray foam you would find in sound studios. The floor was made of some black rubberized tiles and had numerous ‘D’ rings bolted into them. There were a few track lights and each was focused either on the bench, the cross or the cell.

 

     Stepping over to the cell, Jeffery noticed that the bars were coated in a dense black foam. When he rapped his knuckle on one of the bars, there was no ring of steel. They were solid, but the foam dampened any noise. Inside the cell, there were two cots bolted to the bars.

 

     Stephanie’s eyes were wide as she took all of this in. It was a modern dungeon. As her eyes adjusted, she also noticed in a dark corner by the door a small metal desk and chair as well as a small locker. Jeffery noticed it too and led his sister over to it.

 

     The top was barren except for a small desk lamp and office pad. The drawers were empty except for a ream of computer paper. There was a power cord strip on the floor, but only the desk lamp was plugged into it.

 

     Jeffery had been hoping for a playroom, but he had expected nothing like this. Everything about this room was soundproofed and he doubted that if he yelled at the top of his lungs that anyone would hear.

 

     The locker was padlocked, but Jeffery managed to find the correct key and opened it. Inside were cleaning supplies as well as selection of steel spreader bars and coils of rope.

 

     What were his parents up to?

 

     “Jeffery. . .Master,” Stephanie said in almost a whisper.

 

     “Yes?”

 

     “What were they doing here? I, mean, look at this. It’s like a torture chamber!”

 

     Jeffery nodded his head, “I think they liked to play rough, Steph.”

 

     “This is more than ‘rough’, Jeffery.”

 

     “Master,” he corrected her, “and yes, I agree.”

 

      It was the cell that didn’t make sense to Jeff. Did they have ‘guests’ over to play with? The two cots seemed to indicate that. His father, Ray, didn’t seem the ‘player’ type and neither did Janice, his step mom.

 

     “I'm freaking glad that the strangers didn’t find this,’ Stephanie said, imagining herself locked in here. If they had found it, Jeffery and she may have never been able to escape.

 

       “Promise me, Master, not to put me in that cage.”

 

      Jeffery nodded as he led her back to the cell. He was fascinated by it and apprehensive at the same time as he started to walk around it. When he was on the backside of it, he noticed another door. He almost missed it because it was lined with the same foam as the walls. He tried the knob, but the door was locked on the other side.

 

     “Where do you think it goes?” Stephanie asked.

 

      To the rest of the space above the garage, Jeff thought to himself. There was a folding ladder that would come down from the garage’s ceiling so you could get up there. He had been up there several times. The space was filled with filing boxes and tubs of childhood toys; things his parents didn’t want to store in the basement.

     “To the garage,” he said.

 

     “You could keep someone up here forever and no one would know,” Stephanie observed as she followed her stepbrother back around the cage and to the open floor.

 

     Again, Jeffery nodded. An evil thought trickled into his head but he shook it off. Such thoughts could land him in prison. Besides, despite what Stephanie had said, you couldn’t keep anyone there forever. The risk of discovery was great. . .

 

     ‘Prepare for the worse and pray for the best.’

 

     Jeffery looked at the space with a new eye. Both doors locked on the outside, not inside. The cell was a real cell that could be locked to keep someone prisoner. The soundproofing would insure whomever was here couldn’t be heard.

 

      It would also explain the vast array of restraints and toys his parents had, more than they could ever think of using.

 

     Jeffery again shook his head to get rid of the thought. There was just no way his parent’s were into that.

 

      But, then again, he had done it to his stepsister. Maybe he was closer to his dad than you might think.

 

     “Master, I want to get out of here,” Stephanie said.

 

     “Now, slave,” Jeffery said looking into his sister’s blue eyes, “there is nothing to be afraid of. Just think of this room as being filled with more toys we can play with. I can think of many ways to use that cross and that bench. You know I wouldn’t hurt you, slave.”

 

     Stephanie nodded though she really didn‘t care for this room. There was no warmth or comfort here, just the sterile steel and black.

 

     “slave, I want you to try the cross.”

 

     “Yes, Master,” she said quietly.

 

     Jeffery took her over to the cross. Like most things in this room, the St. Andrew’s cross was coated in dense dark-gray foam. There were stainless steel rings set on the ends and along the sides. There was also a pair of small blocks on each ‘leg’ to stand on.

 

     Without a word, Jeffery unlocked her cuffs and helped her up onto the cross. He held up one of her wrists and cuffed it to one of the up stretched arms; repeating it so that both wrists were pinned above her head.  Jeffery disappeared out the closet door for a moment, only to return with another pair of cuffs and a roll of white duct tape. He knelt down, fastened each cuff around her ankles and anchored them to the cross. Now she was standing spread eagled, bound to the cross.

 

     The cross itself was inclined slightly and Stephanie found out that it wasn’t as uncomfortable as she imagined it being. Being helpless again was making her tingle; feeling alive. She closed her eyes and began to wriggle on the cross, relishing how open and vulnerable she was.

 

     Stephanie heard the rip of some tape and opened her eyes. Jeffery held a piece in his hands. She kept her lips shut as he sealed them with it. He tore several more pieces reinforced the first piece, making sure she couldn’t say a word. After standing back and enjoying his workmanship, he disappeared back into his parent’s bedroom.

 

     Stephanie yelled into her gag when she saw what he had returned with. She struggled in vain to pull away from the cross, but she was anchored there tightly.

 

     Jeff stood in front of his struggling stepsister holding one of his parents floggers. The leather tails were soft and supple as he ran his fingers through them. Stephanie was still shaking her head and screaming into her gag as he stepped up to her.

 

     She looked on with horror as he splayed the tails over her breasts. Her yelp was more from the shock than any actual pain. It had stung a little, but not nearly as much as she thought it would.

The second blow landed about the same place and the bite actually sent a jolt of pleasure through her stiffened nipples. Again and again, he flogged her, warming her skin. Stephanie was finding that she liked the sensation. It made her skin feel more alive.

 

     Jeffery stopped and began to caress her skin gently with those same tails, running it over her body, almost tickling her.

 

     The blonde girl opened her eyes when he stopped. Then he carefully aimed and flicked the flogger towards her crotch. The nip of the leather sent a lick of pleasure flaming through her as she moaned into her gag. The tails struck her again and again at her sensitive lips and she could feel another orgasm building inside her.

 

     The flogging stopped again. The caress of the leather was soon replaced by the touch of Jeffery’s finger. He eased his finger between her pussy lips and began to slide it up and down her slit, tickling at her clit as he went.

 

     Her struggles became more intense as he stroked her. He teased at her, forcing her to arch herself towards him to feel his touch.

 

     “Do you want to cum, slave?” he asked her.

 

      Stephanie wailed into her gag, nodding her head.

 

      “Then cum.”

 

     Stephanie’s world exploded as he rubbed her clit vigorously. Searing ecstasy swallowed her by as she bucked and writhed on the cross. He removed his hand and the orgasm slowly ebbed away, leaving her hanging limply on the cross.

 

     “Good, slave,” he told her as he combed his fingers through her blonde hair.

 

     Stephanie looked at her brother, panting through the gag.

 

     He undid her cuffs and helped her from the cuffs, telling her to take the tape off herself. She did so carefully but it still hurt as it pulled away from her skin.

 

     “The rest of the afternoon is yours, slave,” Jeffery said admiring his naked stepsister, “You can do as you want as long as you stay undressed. I have things to do before this evening. I want to see you in the basement at exactly five o’clock so we can get you prepared for tonight.”

 

    With that, Jeffery left out the closet door.

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SUMMER TRAINING Chapter 5

T.S. FESSELN

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    Jeff sat back at his old desk in his bedroom. Nothing had really changed since he had left for college. There were still piles of books and papers with a cleared spot for his laptop. Most of the books were paperback horror novels by King and Straub with a few hardback non-fiction books as well. A collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories was on top, covered with a thin film of dust. He was seeing all this without really seeing. His mind was elsewhere.

 

     Tonight was going to be complicated and a bit dangerous, but the thrill was going to be worth it. Stephanie’s friend Kim was going to come over to do laundry, but Jeff was sure there was more to it than that. Kim had a conniving air about her this morning but Jeff really couldn’t pinpoint the reasons for it. Perhaps it was just him being paranoid. But, in his case, Jeff reasoned, paranoia was good.

 

     He had left his stepsister in the newly discovered ’dungeon’. Jeff was convinced that it was more than just a playroom for his father and stepmother Janice. There was too much security for that. He could also be wrong though. Maybe they played harder than he had first thought or they played with other people. He knew that there were clubs out there that practiced mock kidnappings for pleasure and his parents could be part of one. It would most certainly explain the amount of toys they had.

 

     He heard the bathroom door shut and the water turned on for the bath. Letting Stephanie have her freedom for awhile was a good thing. He didn’t want to have to worry about her for time. Right now, he wanted to focus on Michelle and getting her over here this evening.

 

     Jeff opened up his Dell laptop and booted up. Checking his e-mail, he saw there was a reply from Michelle. Upon opening it, all he saw was one little word: ’When’. Quickly, Jeff typed in his reply, making sure that she was to show up exactly at 5:30 or the night was off. She could wear anything she wanted but he required her to wear the collar he gave her. Jeff had plenty of other restraints he could use on her here at the house.  He felt himself getting aroused just thinking of tonight.

 

                              -o0o-

 

     Stephanie let herself enjoy the hot water and rose-smelling suds of the bath. She smiled at the thoughts of what might await her tonight. For the first time in a long time, the blonde felt safe.

 

       Jeffery made sure of that.

 

       Even though her stepbrother cum Master had given her the afternoon to do what she pleased, Stephanie really didn’t know what to do with herself. It was if she were a new house just waiting to be furnished. She needed direction right now and someone to give it to her in no uncertain terms.

     She thought briefly about texting her mother a couple of times, but her cell seemed to have gone missing.  The strangers must have taken it.  She still could call on the house phones but every time she started to dial, she hung up.  What would she say?  She was sure that Jeffery would call and tell them they were okay.

     Then there was that secret room.

     The room was something off the charts.  What were her mother and stepfather doing?  Stephanie thought that her mother and her were close and she knew she shared a few things about her bedroom life with her mom, but this was something she hadn’t clue one about. Yeah, it was obvious that they were doing some heavy-duty bondage thing in there but with whom?

     Maybe the strangers were people that her parents knew.

     Stephanie felt a chill crawl through her.

    No, she told herself.  If they knew her parents, then they would know about the room and most certainly would have kept Stephanie and Jeffery there.

    The young blonde’s thoughts trailed back to the room, to the cross that she had been bound to and to the feelings it produced.  The flogging she had endured only sensitized her to his touches.  When his fingers caressed her puss. . .

    Her fingers drifted down between her legs and started to massage her slit.  Her mind focused on being tied again and being forced to cum.  Perhaps she would be tied on that bench in the room.  She could imagine being restrained there in numerous different ways. She moaned and the familiar, wanton passions filled her.  She began to stroke herself more roughly, sloshing some of the foamy water out of the tub.

    Stephanie stopped.  It wasn’t any good.  Imagining being bound and actually being bound were as different as the sun and the moon.  She needed to be harnessed and helpless. The young blonde got up and stepped out of the bath, drying herself with her huge bath towel.

     She needed to see Jeffery.

            

                               -o0o-

      Michelle couldn’t wait to see Jeffery.  Her whole body seemed to be electrified with thoughts of ropes and cuffs.  She had already laid out on the bed a little strapless black dress that hugged her curves just right and showed just the right amount of cleavage.  She was still naked, not having dressed since she got out of her self-imposed bondage.  The coals of her orgasms still burned hotly and she was tempted to get herself off again.  However, that didn’t feel right.  She wanted Jeffery and his girlfriend, Stephanie, to do the honors.  She just wanted to simmer until then.

     It had been a delectable hour or so while she waited for Jeffery to reply.  Her position on the office chair left her thighs spread wide open and her sex fully exposed as the vibrator did its wonderful job again and again.  After one particularly powerful orgasm, she opened her eyes and noticed that she had an email in her inbox.  Carefully she had reeled in her the key on the end of the string and unlocked her cuffs and checked her mail.  It was Jeffery telling her when to meet him.

     She took a quick shower and shimmied into her dress.  A pair of black 4-inch heels complimented the outfit.  Michelle didn’t care for much make-up.  She already had a beautiful face with delicate cheekbones and cat-like eyes.  A little liner and rouge went a long way.  Too much made her look like a twenty-dollar hooker.  She brushed out her long, raven-colored hair before putting on her collar.

    The feel and smell of the black leather embracing her throat was intoxicating.  It reminded her of so many things wanton, taboo and delicious.  It also meant that she gave up control of her own pleasure and put it in the hands of Jeffery. That’s how she wanted it.  Let someone else do the driving.

     She glanced at the clock.  She had several hours to go before she got into her car for the drive over.  Nervously, she sat down with her laptop to try to keep her mind of off her impending date.

                               -o0o-

      Jeffery stood in front of the washer and dryer, surveying the basement for the best place to put Stephanie for this evening’s festivities. Other than some drywall lining the walls, the basement was unfinished. The clothes washer and dryer were along the back wall beside the stairs. There was some of Jeffery’s old bench and weights collecting dust along with an array of colorful tubs holding holiday decorations: red and green ones for Christmas, orange and black ones for Halloween, pastel pink for Easter, etc. Janice loved to live each holiday, decorating both inside and outside of the house. Some of the larger outdoor items like Santa’s sleigh and a large collection of weathered tombstones were just set in the corner.

 

     It was the perfect place for Steph.

 

     Just then, his cell phone vibrated. Looking at the screen, he recognized his stepmother’s number.

 

     “Hey,” Jeffery answered.

 

     “Hey yourself. How are you?” Janice asked.

 

     “Good. Just contemplating which chores to get started on. So how are you? The islands must be awesome.”

 

     Jeffery could almost hear Janice smiling as she replied, “It is just so much more wonderful than I thought it would be. Your dad is out on the beach watching all those bikini-clad girls flaunt their stuff. He is pretending to read, but I can see his eyes behind those sunglasses.”

 

     “You have nothing to worry about, Mom. Those girls can’t touch you,” Jeffery replied.

 

     “You betcha your ass they can’t. Where’s Steph? I have been trying to reach her on her cell.”

 

     “Around. She probably left it off the charger. I’ll let her know you called. Want her to give you a call back?”

 

      “No,” Janice said, “Too many wonderful things so do here, probably tying one on here pretty soon anyway. Take care of yourself and watch over Stephie, okay?”

 

      Jeffery smiled, “Will do.”

 

     “Love you.” Janice said.

 

     “Love you too.”

 

     With that, Jeffery switched off his phone. The first night, Jeffery had hidden Stephanie’s cell in his room behind some of his books. He had switched it off to make sure that no one could get a hold of her. He was sure that Kim had tried numerous times but probably figured that Steph was having a good ol’ time on the beach and left her cell in the timeshare.

 

     Jeffery went over to the corner and looked it over again, clearing the spot where Stephanie would be before gathering stuff together.

 

                              -o0o-

 

     After her shower, Stephanie lazed around nude on her parents’ bed after piling a bunch of their bondage toys on it. What fascinated her most was the wide variety of gags they had. Some looked like a horses’ bridle. Others had a rubber ball that would inflate with a pump. There were some with leather harnesses and some with a simple strap. Stephanie wanted to try them all.

 

     “Watcha doing?” Jeffery asked as he poked his head in, startling her thoughts.

 

     “Just thinking,” she said, “What’s up, Master?”

 

     “I think that I need to start getting you ready earlier than I had planned, slave. I need you to go down to the basement now. I need to get a few things here before I meet you down there. Whatever you do, don’t touch anything.”

     “Yes, Master,” she said as she climbed off bed and headed downstairs.

 

     Stephanie smiled. She was glad that Jeffery was going to do something with her. She wasn’t really bored but she needed to be doing something or, better yet, having something being done to her. The blonde thought she would enjoy some time to herself but she found that her thoughts traveled back to being guided and restrained. She had pulled out her parents’ toys and was seriously contemplating putting herself in a bind when Jeffery interrupted her.

 

      The basement was cool and the concrete floor was downright cold on her bare feet. Sitting in the center was a pair of old folding chairs and an old microphone stand from when her stepfather used to have a band eons ago. The stand was lying across both seats along with a piece of two-by-four. There was also a closed paper sack sitting on the floor. Looking closer, she noticed that the piece of wood was fastened to the stand by a series of metal brackets and that both were strapped to the two chairs.

 

     The blonde heard her brother come down the stairs.  His arms bore a few items. One was a large pink-colored gel vibe that had a second tiny vibrator towards the end of the shaft. There was also was some lengths of rope and a white collar but no gag or blindfold. He set the items on the dryer, adjusted the two chairs so they were a little further apart, and motioned Stephanie to come to him.

 

     “Stand,” he commanded her.

 

     Her stepbrother reached around and pulled up her long, blond hair before encircling her neck with the collar. It was snug around her throat when he buckled it but not uncomfortably so. Taking one of the lengths of rope, he doubled it and looped it around her left wrist. She felt him tap her inner thigh so she spread her legs a bit. As he knelt, he wound the rope around her thigh and wrist, binding them together before cinching them off. He did the same to her other wrist and thigh.

 

      “Straddle this,” Jeffery said, pointing to the modified microphone stand.

 

     Guided by Jeffery’s hand, Stephanie stepped over the pole facing the stand’s heavy iron foot. The arrangement looked somewhat like a makeshift saw-horse. She heard him open the paper bag and watched as he pulled out a roll of white medical tape. Without a word, he ripped off a piece and sealed her lips together. He plastered several more pieces of tape on before putting it away.

 

      Stephanie felt a warm familiar tingle within her; the tingle of desire. It had started even before Jeffery wrapped the ropes around her and now she knew that she was wet enough for Jeffery to ease that vibrator that he was holding inside her. He spread her moistened lips open and nudged the vibe in until the nub pressed against her clitoris. Taking another coil of rope, he wrapped it around her waist and pulled the ends between her legs, pushing the vibrator that much deeper inside her as he tied the rope off behind her.

 

     “Sit,” Jeffery said.

 

     She did as she was told to, sitting on the mike pole/wooden beam as if it were a horse.

 

     “Lay back, slave.”

 

     With Jeffery holding her shoulders, she careful laid back on the pole. The metal was cold against her spine and she shivered a bit. When she was fully back, she noticed that her head over hung the end of the pole and the seat of the chair. In fact, the pole stopped just between her should blades. She strained just to keep her head up.

 

     Jeffery reached into the paper bag again and pulled out a thick roll of white medical gauze. He had actually purchased it several weeks ago in preparation of Stephanie’s ‘abduction’. It was part of his kidnapping kit. He was glad now that he had bought it. He had several rolls just waiting to be used. He started winding the gauze around her just above her hips, welding the pole to her. Jeffery didn’t do it too tightly but, gave Stephanie some breathing space. Slowly, he worked his way up her body. Stephanie then realized he was turning her into a mummy.

 

      “Stop wriggling,” Jeffery said as he noticed his sister starting to squirm as she moaned her complaints.

 

     He continued to wind more and more gauze up her body and over her chest, squashing her breasts. The wrapping enveloped her arms as well, pinning them to her sides. He stopped when he had reached her upper chest.

 

      Stephanie watched in fascination and distress. Jeffery undid the straps holding the pole to the chair and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up and on top of the post. The soles of her feet touched the cold iron foot of the stand. Holding them there, He took another piece of rope and tied her ankles together to the pole before doing the same to her knees.  Starting at her toes, he began to wind some more gauze around them and up her feet, making sure that they were secured to the post.

     After getting to her knees, Jeffery decided it was time to stand Stephanie up.  He undid the strap holding the stand to the chair and, standing at her head and holding her shoulders, he lifted her up off the two chairs, the iron foot tilting to the ground.  Stephanie was terrified that Jeff would drop her when the chair under her legs slipped, but Jeff caught it and lifted her up the rest of the way.  The strips of gauze held as she slipped down the microphone pole only a little bit.

     Stephanie felt absolutely welded to the pole as she watched Jeffery mummify her little by little until her whole body was encased and all that was really left was her head. The layer of gauze was thin, overlapping little and she could feel all of his touches as his fingers lingered over her wrapped body. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote.

 

      “Can you guess what this is for, slave?” he asked.

 

     The bound girl nodded and moaned her answer into her gag. Stephanie knew that it was the controls to the vibrator now firmly imbedded in her. Jeffery pushed a button and the device came alive inside her and sent a rush of pleasure through her as she squirmed in her cocoon.

 

     Jeffery picked her up and carried her over to the corner of the basement where their parents stored their holiday decorations. He set her carefully by the pile of foam and resin tombstones. The feel of being completely bound so that she could barely move only elevated the intensity of her pleasure. Wave after heated wave swelled through her.

 

     Then the vibrator stopped.

 

     Stephanie opened her eyes and moaned her displeasure. Jeffery just looked at her and smiled, holding up another roll of gauze.

 

      “One last thing to cover up,” he said.

 

     Starting at her neck, he started swathing her head tightly. He wound the filmy fabric over her lips, nose and over her eyes. She could still see somewhat through the material as he brought out a bathing cap and fitted her blonde hair underneath it before finishing her.

 

     Jeffery turned her vibrator back on.

 

      “You know, your friend Kim is coming over to do laundry in a little bit and I wanted her to see you in all of your bound glory. Now, if you’re quiet enough and don‘t move, she probably won’t recognize you standing here.”

 

     He pinched her stiff nipples through the fabric, causing a flash of ecstasy to shoot through her.

 

      “You know I can hear you,” Jeffery smiled, “I’ll leave this on low for awhile while I get a few things done upstairs. Try not to enjoy yourself too much.”

      Jeffery heard the muffled screams of his sister as he climbed the stairs out of the basement. He had plenty of things to do before company arrived.

 

                                 -o0o-

 

     Michelle arrived exactly on time, waiting to ring the doorbell at exactly 5:30. The heat of the day still lingered as the sun turned everything a heated orange before sunset. It took a minute or two before Jeffery opened the door. He had dressed casually in a black pair of jeans and a dark gray button shirt with the collar left open. His blue eyes drank in Michelle as she stood there with her hands behind her back. The sleeveless black dress she was wearing hugged her every luscious curve. She had worn her long black hair back in a ponytail and Jeffery noticed she was wearing the black leather collar he had given her.

 

     “You look stunning,” Jeffery said, stepping aside to let her in.

 

     “Thank you, Sir,” she smiled as she stepped in, continuing to clasp her hands behind her back and looking around, “Where is your Stephanie?”

 

     Jeffery smiled, “She’s tied up for the moment but I am sure that she’ll be joining us later. She has a friend coming over to do some laundry later but I don’t think she’ll get in the way. I am glad you wore your collar, slave.”

     A concerned frown crossed Michelle’s face.

     “No, her friend won’t be joining us.  She is just here to do here laundry and get out.  Did I mention you look stunning?”

 

     “I am yours until morning, Master,” she smiled. Even the words gave her a warm, feathery feeling inside, knowing that tonight she would live some more of her fantasies.

 

     “Follow me,” he said as he led her to the couch in front of the big screen television; the same one that Michelle saw Stephanie struggling on when she delivered their order. The image fuelled such a fire within Michelle that she had to drop the couple a note, telling them of her desires.

 

     On the coffee table in front of the couch were two pairs of leather cuffs, a chain lead, a small silver egg vibe with a long cord to the controls, and a black, pear-shaped gag.  She didn't need to be told that they were meant for her.

 

     "Have you eaten?" Jeffery asked.

 

     "No, Master."

 

     "Good.  I have something already for us but first I have to get you ready,” Jeffery picked up the egg vibrator, “I want you to slip this inside you."

     Michelle blushed but she reached beneath her dress and pulled off the black lace thong she had been wearing.  Taking the egg from his hand, she eased it up inside herself easily.  She had been wet since she had left the apartment fantasizing about what was in store for her when she got here.  Jeffery then handed the controls to her.

    “Turn around’, Jeffery commanded.

    Michelle did as she was told to do.  She didn’t have to be told to put her hands behind her back.  She watched Jeffery select a pair of the leather cuffs and fasten them around her wrists, making sure that they were snug before locking them together.  Kneeling down, Jeffery did the same to her ankles. 

   “Sit, slave, while I go get us something to eat.”

   Michelle sat down on the couch and again flashed back to her first encounter with Jeffery.  Was he setting her up like he had Stephanie that night Michelle had made the delivery?  The thought of being seen in bondage both thrilled and horrified her.

   She could hear Jeffery opening up the oven and the beeping of the microwave,  All the sounds made and the Chinese girl wonder what was in store for her.

   Jeffery placed a variety of finger foods down on the coffee table; from fried mozzarella sticks to stuffed mushrooms. It all smelled and looked wonderful.  Jeffery also produced a large wine glass glistening with Chardonnay.

    “And now for the movie. . .”

   With a click of the remote, the screen brightened and there in all her bound glory was Michelle and Stephanie.  Stephanie was standing dressed in a white corset with a latex hood over her head, mouth filled with a bright red ball gag, and her arms pinned behind her back and sheathed in an arm binder.  The blonde’s legs were being held open by a spreader bar locked around her ankles. One could see the base of the vibrator humming inside her.  Michelle watched herself being led into the living room toward the other girl, hopping as best as she could as Jeffery pulled on her leash.

     “I didn’t know you made a video,” Michelle said, her anger eclipsed by her fascination of watching herself.

     Jeffery smiled, “Of the whole weekend.  I have to say you are so beautiful that way, slave, with your hand cuffed behind your back and your ankles cuffed so you have to hop.”

     Michelle admitted to herself that she did look hot.  She had replayed that scene in her mind time and time again as she got herself off.  However, she never thought she would actually see herself in front of Stephanie as she knelt and licked at the blonde’s sex.

     “. . .go downstairs and check on some things.  I will be right back and we can get started on dinner.”

     Michelle nodded as she watched Stephanie cum on screen.

                             -o0o-

     Down in the basement, he found Stephanie as he left her, a mummy amongst the other holiday decorations.  Since she had been wrapped, Jeffery had been turning on and off her vibrator.  Currently it was on and he could hear his stepsister’s moans and see her hips moving slightly in her bandages. He turned it off as he approached.  He heard a moan of frustration.  Jeffery noticed that the gauze around her crotch was slightly stained from being damp with her juices.

    “Been enjoying yourself?” Jeffery asked.

    Stephanie whimpered a weak reply, but he couldn’t understand it since her lips were taped.  Her wrappings had held up and Jeffery was sure that they would continue.

    Just then, he heard the doorbell ring.

    “That must be Kim here to do the laundry.  Remember, slave, be quiet.”

    With that, Jeffery turned the vibe on again.

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SUMMER TRAINING Chapter 6

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

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     Michelle was mortified when the doorbell rang.  Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles were cuffed as well.  Not only was the Asian girl restrained, but she also was watching a video of herself pleasuring Jeffery’s girlfriend Stephanie all while a vibrator was humming inside of her.  It was the apartment walk all over again where she was led to her apartment while bound.  As she watched herself restrained on the television, she could envision what Stephanie went through.  Quickly, she looked for the remote.

      Just then Michelle heard Jeffery coming up the stairs from the basement.

     “It’s just Stephanie’s friend Kim.  I told her she could come do her laundry.  If you’re looking for the remote, it’s on the coffee table.”

     Michelle spotted it.  It was on the far side of the table.  She was going to have to get up and hop over to get it.

     “Wait!” she said as Jeffery got to the front door and started to unlock it.

     “Wait what?” Jeffery said, pausing.

     “Wait Master, please,” Michelle pleaded as she hopped around the table to the remote.

     “It isn’t nice to keep a guest waiting,” Jeffery smiled and unlocked the door.

      Panicking, Michelle turned around and fumbled at the remote, grabbing it.   Even with her cuffed wrists, she could twist herself so she could look down to read which button was the off button when Jeffery opened the door.  She could hear Stephanie moan in pleasure on the screen just before she pushed the off button.  Even as the screen turned blank, Michelle was moving as quickly as she could to get to the couch.

      Jeffery smiled as he opened the door for Kim.  The curvy Latino was holding a Heineken box full of clothes.  She still had on her orange work shirt and tan slacks from her job at the hardware store along with her name badge brightly saying ‘Hello, My Name Is Kimberly’.

      “Thanks for letting me do this,” Kim said as she walked past Jeffery and into the house.  Immediately, Kim noticed a cute little Oriental girl moving around on the couch.  She was dressed in a tight strapless black dress and she turned around to see Kim.  The girl had a goth thing going on with a leather collar fastened around her neck.

       “Kim, this is Michelle.  Michelle, Kim.”

       “Hi,” Michelle said nervously, not getting up from the couch.

        “Hey,” Kim replied, looking the Asian girl over.  Kim sensed something was up as Michelle turned her head away.  Maybe she was just shy.

        “Need any help taking stuff downstairs?” Jeffery asked.

        “No, I got it.  But I have a bag in the front seat that has a change of clothes if you could get that for me.”

       “Sure,” Jeff said.

       “Am I interrupting something?” Kim asked, smiling.

       “No, we’re just hanging out watching movies.” Jeff said, “We’re about to start one, an old Humphrey Bogart one: The Petrified Forest if you want to watch it with us.”

       ‘Who the fuck is Humphrey who?’, Kim thought to herself.  It was probably one of those lame-ass black and white films.  She would rather swallow shards of glass.

       “No thanks.  I’ll leave you two kids alone.”

       Jeff watched her head towards the kitchen and to the basement stairway before heading out to Kim’s rusty old Aries K. 

       As Kim headed down the stairs, she was both disappointed and contented to see that Jeffery had a girl here.  She had been curious what Jeffery’s new girlfriend looked like and now she knew.  A petite little Asian chick into the goth look.  She was cute and Kim could see what Jeffery saw in her.  However, that same little Asian chick put a crimp in her plans in spending the night.  Kim was sure that Jeffery had plans for Michelle to spend the night and as they say, three’s a crowd.  However, she really didn’t want to spend another night in her car so perhaps she could still blackmail Jeff into letting her spend a night or two.  She was sure that Jeffery’s parents wouldn’t like him having sleepovers while they were away. 

      Stephanie’s parents never really got around to finishing the basement.  There was drywall all around but the floor was still cold cement with the ceiling being bare joists with fluorescent light fixtures hanging down.  The washer and dryer were in one corner as well as an old worn armchair and a rack of old magazines.  Kim imagined that Mrs. Richardson didn’t spend much time down here, though.  Who would want to spend anytime down here with all those stored Christmas and Halloween decorations, especially with that creepy mummy looking straight at you.  Kim set her box down and began to unload it into the washer.

     Stephanie stifled her groans when she heard someone coming down the stairs.  The vibe was still humming away with what she thought was a deafening buzz.  She was sure that her friend Kim would hear it and come investigate.  But her moans of pleasure weren’t the only things that the mummified girl worried about.  She also badly needed to go pee.  She didn’t know how much longer she could keep holding it, especially with a vibrator inside her doing its thing.

     Her blood froze when Kim looked directly at her, but her gaze only lasted a second.  Stephanie could feel another wave of pleasure cresting within her and trying not to move or make a sound made it that much more intense.  She felt as if her whole being was about to combust. But, she could feel the stand that she was bound to begin to wobble as she rocked her hips.  Not wanting to be caught, Stephanie willed herself not to move or moan.

                          -o0o-

      Kim had parked her wreck in the driveway, blocking the side of the garage where Jeff had his Jeep parked.  The car’s doors were unlocked and he found her bag plopped down in the front seat.  Glancing around, he noticed that her car was filled with empty fast food cups and wadded up wrappers.  There were two rumpled bed pillows in the back seat as well as a pair of blankets.  Something clicked inside Jeff’s head.

     Kim was living out of her car.

     Quickly his mind raced through a few fantasies about stealing Kim away and using her like he had Stephanie.  But he just as quickly shook off such thoughts.  There was no way of dealing with her in the long term, not like Stephanie.  No, better not think such thoughts unless he wanted to wear orange jumpsuits the rest of his life.

     Grabbing her bag, he rushed back into the house.  Michelle was still on the couch, her delicate face pinched with apprehension.

     “Be back in a second, slave, and turn the TV back on,” he said was he headed down to the basement, “or I’ll have Kim come party with us.”

     Michelle still clasped the remote in her cuffed hands.  She twisted herself around, trying to read the buttons on the controller.  The thought of being caught only fanned the fires inside her as she pushed the ‘on’ button and the nude video of herself filled the screen.  She watched as Jeffery wrestled her onto the same couch she was now sitting on.

     Jeff rushed down the stairs to find Kim already loading the washing machine. 

     “This it?” Jeffery asked, holding out her pink nylon bag.

     “That’s it,” she smiled and turned around, taking it from him, “She’s cute.”

     “Yes she is.”

     “Been together long?” Kim asked.

     “Awhile.”

     Kim nodded.  Jeffrey’s mind was on other things.  She could tell.

     “Look, I didn’t know you had company so I don’t want to be a pain, you know.  Don’t worry. I’ll just stick around down here and get my laundry done.  Pretend I’m not here.

      “You don’t have to do that; stay down here, I mean.  You can hang out in Steph’s room if you want.  She has her TV up there and stuff.  It’d be more comfortable, I think,” Jeff said.

     “Are you sure?” Kim asked, stepping a bit closer to him.

     “It’s good,” Jeffery said, “Just close the door so we don’t bug you.”

      Kim grinned, “Deal.  I’ll just be down here for a bit before heading up.  Thanks.”

      “Don’t mention it.”

      Before heading upstairs, he gave a quick glance over at his stepsister when Kim wasn‘t looking.  He couldn’t hear her but he did notice that her head moved a bit.  He put his finger to his lips before heading upstairs to Michelle.

 

      Michelle.  Stephanie felt a swell of jealousy flood through her when she heard that the Asian girl was there.  Jeffery said that they would meet and not to worry but Stephanie was worried, hurt, and angry over Michelle being there.  He should have told her that Michelle would be here tonight.

      A little shudder of passion rippled through Stephanie despite hearing the unwelcome news.  The bound blonde could feel another orgasm building inside of her and she let out a whimpering mewl.  Fortunately, her friend Kim had started the water filling the washer as she poured a cap full of detergent in.  Stephanie was sure that Kim hadn’t heard her moans.

      Stephanie then watched her friend strip out of her shirt and bra, throwing them into the washer while glancing up the stairs.  Kim then sat down on the armchair, pulled off her shoes before wadding up her socks to throw in the machine as well.  Lastly, Kim shimmied out of her slacks and panties, putting them in the wash before closing the lid with a bang.

      Stephanie hadn’t seen her friend naked before.  Of course, she had seen her while at the beach, sporting a rather skimpy bikini but that wasn’t the same. 

     Kim was very curvy, having a very large set of breasts crowned with a pair of large, dark nipples.  Her hips flared nicely from a flattish stomach and she had a thick but narrow nest of dark curls between her legs.  Her legs were more sturdy than long but they were well toned.  She had never really looked at her friend like this before but that was before the intruders made her more sensitive.  Stephanie wasn’t a lez but now she could see what men saw in Kim.

     “Shit!” Kim exclaimed after opening her bag.

     Kim held up a blouse and Stephanie could tell something dark had spilled on it.

     “Fuckin’ A,” she lifted a half-empty bottle of Coke from inside her bag.

     She dumped out everything out of the bag and Stephanie saw that all of Kim’s clothes were soaked.  Quickly Kim scooped up the pile and threw it in the wash as well, all the while cursing under her breath.

     No sooner had she pitched the stuff into the wash that Kim realized that she had nothing to wear.  She was stuck down here in the basement without a stitch of clothing on and really no way to sneak upstairs to duck into Stephanie’s room to steal an outfit. 

     “Just fuckin’ great,” she said to herself aloud.

     Then she thought she heard something.

     Kim glanced up the stairs.  No, the door was still shut.  She looked around the basement to see if she could pinpoint the source, standing perfectly still.

     Stephanie fought to stand still as well.  Another throb of pleasure spread through her and she could feel a surge of white-hot ecstasy threatening to dissolve her into a quivering mess.  She fought it down just as she was fighting down the urge to pee.  However, she was losing both battles.  She could see Kim looking in her direction and prayed that she could keep still just a little longer.

     Kim finally stopped looking and sat down, pulling an old towel Jeffery had drying and putting it on the chair before seating herself.  She then grabbed one of the old magazines and started to thumb through it.

     The basement was chilly, even in the summer and Kim began hugging herself for warmth.  This wasn’t going to do.  She had to find something to wear until her clothes were dry.  She then spotted all the bins of decorations that were stacked along the one wall.  Perhaps there was an old Halloween costume in one of them.  Kim put on her shoes and headed over to the black and orange containers.

     Stephanie didn’t move a muscle though her whole being wanted to.  Kim was now right beside her, opening one of the several bins that held her parents’ Halloween stuff.  The first one was filled with various pumpkins that seemed to be mocking her and Kim.  The next one had packets of fake spider webs, grinning gargoyles and rubber vampire bats.  The third offered up something somewhat suitable; a large black vampire’s cloak.  Kim wrapped it around herself and headed back to the chair.

     A molten bubble was about to explode inside Stephanie as another wave of bliss burned through her.  The pleasure swelled until it consumed her and she melted away as the ecstasy engulfed her.  The whorl of joy was so deep that she felt the pressure in her bladder let go and a warm stream of urine also ran down her legs. Stephanie didn’t care.  Her release was complete and draining. She glanced up just to see her friend seating herself by the washer, now going through a noisy spin cycle.

     As she came up from her orgasm, Stephanie was aware that her stand was teetering again. She looked at her friend and Kim hadn’t looked up from her magazine. 

     Just then, another pang of pleasure washed through her.

                          -o0o-

     “Now, where were we, slave?” Jeffery asked as he sat down beside Michelle.

      “Dinner, Master,” she said.

      Another scene from the weekend had started, this one from when both she and Stephanie were tied to the dining room table to eat.  It was oddly erotic seeing herself being used; hearing her own moans and seeing her own body thrash with delight.  He put his arm around her and drew her closer to him.  He noticed her glance at the kitchen.

      “She is down in the basement where she can’t see us, slave.  Relax and enjoy this.  I have to admit, however, I have seen this before and I know how it ends.  Hungry?”

      “Yes, Master,” she said.

     He leaned over and picked up a mozzarella stick, dipping into the sauce before holding it in front of her.  She took a slow bite, very much aware of how it looked, forming her lips around the cheese before biting down.  He pulled it away and she licked her lips.

     Jeffery could feel himself get hard again and he really wanted to pin her to the sofa again and fuck her, but he kept himself in check.  There would be plenty of time after dinner to do what he wanted with her.

Instead he continued to feed her slowly.  He enjoyed watching her as he teased her with the food, holding it just out of reach until she begged for another bite.

     “Oops, you dropped a crumb,” he said.

     “Where, Master?” she asked.

     “Down there,” he said, looking at her cleavage.

     Without another word, Jeffery unzipped the back of her strapless black dress and pulled it down, exposing Michelle’s breasts to his gaze.  Her nipples were already stiff and Jeffery leaned over to nibble on one of them, licking its tip as his teeth held it.  A bolt of bliss shot through Michelle at his attentions and she found herself moaning aloud. 

     The vibrator inside her had been humming slowly, nothing that would get her off but enough to keep the oven warm.  Jeffery switched his attention between her two breasts, making sure each received his tender bites.  The pyre that was in her had started to flare and she found herself rocking her hips.

     Michelle could tell that Jeffery’s primal lusts matched hers.  Finessing herself within her restraints, she slipped herself off of the couch and knelt between his opened legs.

   

     “Master,” she whispered in her most seductive way.

     Jeffery quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  Balancing herself carefully, the Oriental girl leaned forward and gently kissed around his shaft before taking him into her mouth. Her tongue lapped around his salty manhood before her lips sealed themselves around it.  Slowly she began to take it deeper before quickening the pace.  Michelle could hear his grunting moans as she sucked on him. 

      His hands grasped the sides of her head and helped her keep pace, his hips thrusting rhythmically.  She could feel the softness of the head hitting the back of her throat, and she tried not to gag on it, helpless as she was to draw back.  Soon, her tongue felt his shaft swell and he sprayed himself inside her with a loud groan.  He held her head firm until he felt himself shrink.  She quickly licked his cock clean before leaning back.

     It was his turn to nervously look at the basement door.  Kim should have been up by now.  He couldn’t imagine Kim staying down in that basement any longer than she need to. 

     Unless she had found Stephanie.

     The thought ripped a hole in him.  No, there was no way she could have found out that Stephanie and the Halloween mummy were one and the same.  Still, he needed to know but he really couldn’t leave Michelle like this either.

     “Full?” he asked, smiling down at her.

     “Not even, Master, I am hungry for more.”

     “I think we should finish this upstairs.  We still have Kim downstairs doing laundry.”

      After tucking himself in and zipping up his pants, Jeffery uncoiled a leash from his pocket and hooked it onto her collar.  With a gentle pull, Michelle got to her feet and hopped alongside Jeffery towards the stairway going up to the bedrooms.  At the foot of the stairs, Jeffery scooped her up and over his shoulder, carrying her up the stairs and into his bedroom.  He rolled her onto his bed.

     “Let’s get this off you.”

     Jeffery grabbed her dress which hung around her waist and pulled it off of her the rest of the way.  He could smell her incense as she helped wriggle herself out of the dress.

     “On your stomach, slave.”

     Michelle did as she was told, rolling herself over.  She glanced back to see Jeffery leaving.  She was about to call out when he returned a few moments later, a black leather ballgag and a short coil of rope in hand.

     She didn’t need to be told to open her mouth as Jeffery pushed the ball in and tightened the straps behind her neck.  Michelle liked the tang of the leather as well as the smell.  She soon felt him pull her ankles towards her wrists and knot them there in a quick hogtie.

     “Don’t go anywhere.  I’ll be right back.”

     With that, Jeffery shut the door and headed towards the basement.

          Jeffery quietly listened at the basement door.  The only sounds he heard was the faint hush of the washer draining.   He opened the door slowly and peered down.  He couldn’t see much further than the end of the stairs, so he crouched down further until he could see where he had put Stephanie.  She was there, still wrapped as a mummy and facing out toward the clothes machines.  He could also see that some of his mother’s plastic Halloween bins had been pulled out and the lid was open to one of them.

      Kim had been going through their stuff.

      A hot flush of anger raced through him.  What the hell was she doing?!  Jeffery always felt that Kim was a snoop but he didn’t think that she would go as far as actually digging through his parent’s stuff.  He silently shut the door and tried to calm himself.  Rashly going down there wouldn’t do anyone any good.  His best plan of action was to clean up dinner, saving some of it for Stephanie, thinking that she would be starving by the time he unwrapped her.  Cleaning would give him time to think and Michelle wasn’t going anywhere.

     Taking care of dinner didn’t take long so he took a quick trip to Stephanie’s bedroom, making sure there wasn’t anything incriminating.  He gathered up what few pieces of bondage gear he could find as well as her journal.  He didn’t want Kim looking in that either, even though it was locked with a tiny hasp.  Jeffery had found where she kept her journal some months ago but never looked inside.  It was one of those books with a cheap little lock that Jeffery figured would be easy to pick if he wanted to.  He was sure that if Kim found it, she wouldn’t hesitate to open it herself. 

      After gathering the stuff up, he put it in the armoire in his parent’s room.  They would be safe there.  Now to go down and see what Kim was up to.  He made no effort to be silent as he opened the basement door to go down.

      “Don’t come down!” Kim yelled as Jeffery made it down just a few stairs.

      “What’s going on?” Jeffery asked as he continued down.  He heard some scrambling by the washers.

      “Please, Jeff, I had an accident.”

      Jeffery continued tromping down the stairs, “Are you hurt?”

     “No.  Stop.  Don’t come down!” Kim nearly yelled.

     “What were you doing in the decorations?”  Jeffery could see the clothes machines now, but Kim was nowhere to be seen.  He guessed she was huddled by the staircase where he couldn’t see her.

      Jeffery rounded the bottom step and saw Kim standing in the corner, holding a black cape around herself.  Her legs were bare, her feet clad only in her pink athletic shoes.   She was flushed red with embarrassment and anger.

     “I told you not to come down,” Kim barked.

     “Why are you wearing that?  That’s Dad’s vampire cape. . .”

     “I told you I had an accident.  I messed up my clean clothes so I had to put them in the wash with the rest.”

     Jeffery smiled, “Are you naked under there?”

     “What do you think?” Kim challenged defensively.

     “Really?  You threw all of your clothes in the wash?”

     “Okay, yes, I did.  Satisfied?  I fucked up and this was the only thing I could find to fuckin’ wear!  Now would you please get the fuck out of here and leave me alone.”

      Jeff nodded, “Why don’t you go upstairs and see what you can find in Stephanie’s closet?  I’m sure you can find a robe or something; something a little less goth.”

      “Fuck you.”

      “Seriously, Kim, take a look upstairs.”

      “Where’s your girlfriend?” Kim asked.

      “In my room.  She won’t see you. Promise.  Though I do have my cell so I can get a picture. . .”

       Kim gave him a look that Scrooge would have been proud of before stomping up the stairs.  As soon as she cleared the doorway, he went to check on his stepsister still propped up silently by the decorations.

       As Jeffery got closer, he could hear Stephanie moaning.  The damp spot on her crotch was even damper, with a wet trail leading down her legs.  He guessed that she needed to go.  She was struggling as much as she could, causing the stand to rock back and forth.

      “I hope you are enjoying yourself, slave.  You are going to be here a bit longer, at least until Kim leaves.”

      He put his hands on her breasts.  He could feel the stiff nipples beneath the gauze and he began to pinch them lightly, squeezing them harder in varying degrees.  Stephanie moaned again, wriggling around in her strict wrappings. He looked at her covered eyes and smiled at her moaning responses.

      Jeffery had told her a tiny lie about the vibrator that was buried deep inside her.  There were actually several settings, and he kicked up the power just a notch. 

      The vibrator hummed even more strongly and yet another crushing wave of pleasure tore through her.  Stephanie really didn’t know how much more she could take.  The passion enveloped her again, drowning her in a heated torrent.  There was nothing she could do but to take all the pains and pleasures Jeffery dished out at her.   Until he peeled the cloth off her, she was his prisoner to toy with.

      “Yes, Michelle is here and she does want to meet you,” Jeffery whispered, “She is tied up in my room.”

     Stephanie couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Michelle was into bondage?  Jealousy poured through her like molten lava then left a cool stream of sadness.

     “It isn’t what you think, Steph.  It’s just a casual thing.  I was hoping to introduce you differently, but Kim, well, spoiled the surprise.  However, I am sure that you will get to know each other better soon enough.”

      ‘What did THAT mean?’ Stephanie thought to herself.  Visions of her and the woman stranger flooded her mind; fantasies that were repellent and taboo, yet filled the young blonde with stirrings she didn’t want to admit.  She remembered what it felt like to have the woman’s tongue caress her, knowing just how to touch her soaking folds.  Stephanie felt another small ripple of ecstasy warm her pleasure-wracked body. 

      “I’ll leave you with Kim.  I’ll be back after she’s done.”

      Jeff gave her a peck on her forehead before turning the vibe up yet again.  His sister deserved it, didn’t she? He stood back and grinned as her body quivered before going up the stairs, leaving her to herself.

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SUMMER TRAINING Chapter 7

T.S. FESSELN

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     Kim was flustered and fuming when she closed the door to Stephanie’s room.  However, she was more pissed off with herself than with anyone else.  All her life she struggled to make sure everyone knew that she wasn’t one to be messed with.  From her tattoos and pierced navel to the way she talked to people, she hated looking vulnerable.  She hated Jeffery more than ever now because of that.  Not that he had done anything to her but now he knew something he could use against her whenever he wanted. Now, thanks to her fuck-up, Jeffery had been given a glimpse at a jagged crack in her shell.

          She drew the vampire cape tighter around her as she opened up Stephanie’s closet and started to see if anything hanging in there would fit her.  Panties were one thing, pants and t-shirts were another.  Steph was taller than she was and less buxom and definitely less edgy. After some searching, she found an oversize t-shirt meant as a night gown.  Kim hated the cute little sock monkey on the front, but it was definitely better than the cloak.

     Kim was not a wisp of a girl by any means.  Her curves were larger than Stephs’ and more robust.  They gave her the kind of upfront wantonness she liked to use to get her way.  She slipped out of the cape and into the nightshirt.  It was tight on her but in all the right places.

      Stephanie’s friend really didn’t want to hang out in the basement again, particularly since there wasn’t anything real to do but thumb through some outdated magazines.  Kim circled her friend’s room, seeing if there was anything there to kill time with.  There really wasn’t anything.  A few romance paperbacks and a stack of CD’s but nothing to play them on.  Steph’s television was fastened to the wall but Kim really didn’t want to watch anything. What she really wanted was to find out what was going on in the Richardson’s lives.

     Looking through Stephanie’s nightstand, Kim laughed out loud when she found her friend had not just one, but two vibrators.  The first was a large gel type with a small egg-type vibrator shaped like a bunny perched on top.  The other was sleek chrome one that looked like it belonged in some sort of sci-fi movie.  Why settle for a fake when real men were so easy to get.

      Kim picked up the silver one and turned it on.

      It vibrated much more violently than she had anticipated and its hum was louder than most.  She quickly turned it off and put it back in the drawer.  Digging through the drawer a little deeper, she found a pair of black leather bracelets. Kim didn’t picture Stephanie as a goth type. She was too much a girly girl.  Kim put them back into the drawer and closed it.

      Kim peeked out the door and saw no one in the hallway.  It sounded like Jeffery was down stairs doing something in the kitchen.  A quick glance from the top of the stairs showed him filling up the dishwasher.  She didn’t see his girlfriend, though.

      The Oriental girl was quiet and had seemed nervous.  Kim sensed that there was something else going on, but she didn’t know what.  She hated not knowing.  As she crept back past Jeffery’s door, she strained to hear if Michelle was in there.

      She didn’t hear anything.

      Quietly, Kim opened Jeffery’s bedroom door.

                         -o0o-

   

     Michelle strained against her hogtie as another shiver of pleasure rippled through her.  Jeffery had left her on his bed to go do some other things.  At first the petite Asian girl struggled to see if she could get out of her bind, but she couldn’t reach the knots that held her ankle cuffs to her wrist cuffs.  Finally, she just stopped trying, enjoying the deliciousness of being unable to get away.  Thankfully, Jeff hadn’t removed her vibrator and that warm feeling of being helpless, a smoldering fire soon ignited within her.

     She ground her hips into the mattress, trying to get more penetration from her vibe, but it didn’t help much.  The small licks of rapture she was getting from the humming phallus hadn’t pushed her over the edge yet.

     Michelle wished that Jeffery would come back and help finish her off.

     Just then, Michelle heard the bedroom door open and she turned her head, smiling, hoping that it was Jeffery.  That smile dropped when she saw that it was Stephanie’s friend who had come to do her laundry.

     The bound girl moaned into her gag as she bucked, turning her head away with embarrassment. 

     Kim froze, not expecting to see Michelle tied-up on Jeffrey’s bed.  Kim was both shocked and pleased by discovering Jeff’s little oriental secret.  The girl was naked except for her collar, cuffs and rope. A black gag of some sort filled her mouth. Kim started to close the door but paused.  Jeffery seemed a long way from getting done down there.  Maybe she could have a little fun.

     “Hi, uh. . .Michelle, right?  Jeffery is a little busy right now.  You don’t mind if I pull out my cell and take a little picture of you, huh?”

     Michelle shook her head, moaning into the black ball gag that was buckled tightly in her mouth.

     “I bet Jeffery would like it, too.  Posting it on my Facebook page for all to see, telling the world how kinky both you and Jeffy are.  I bet he would fucking love that, wouldn’t he?”

     Michelle shook her head again, still wailing into her gag.

     Kim could smell the scent of Michelle’s arousal in the air.  Sitting down on the bed, she could also hear the faint whisper of a vibrator humming away.  Michelle thrashed about as Kim patted her firm rear.

     “Let’s get a better look at you,” Kim said.

     Despite the bound girl’s struggles, Kim managed to roll Michelle onto her back and pin her there.  Kim noticed that Michelle had a narrow strip of dark curls between her legs and her pussy was silken with moisture as the vibrator buzzed away.

     Michelle continued to squirm around as she watched in horror as Stephanie’s friend reached between her clamped legs and began to caress her slit.

     “Now, I won’t take a picture if you do a favor for me,” Kim purred.  Of course, Kim couldn’t take a picture if she wanted to.  Her cell resided in her bag downstairs.  But, Michelle didn’t know that.

     Michelle stared at Kim, not believing what she was hearing. This was the second time she was being blackmailed while in bondage.  Jeffery had threatened to post photos of her not that long ago while she was bound in her apartment and now this bitch was promising to do the same thing.  The difference, however, was that she trusted Jeffery and knew that he really wouldn’t do as he said he would; it was a game.  This was different and she would make sure that Jeffery knew about this, regardless of the consequences.

     “I need you to convince your boyfriend to let me crash here for a couple of nights and I won’t tell a fucking soul what you and Jeffery are in to.”

      Kim tickled the bound girl’s puss.  God, she loved this sort of thing.  It was a fucking power rush.  She was someone not to be fucked with.

      “Do we have a deal?” Kim demanded.

      Michelle nodded, but she knew what she was going to do once she talked to Jeff.

      Kim pressed her fingers more firmly into Michelle’s slick slit and began to stroke her, tickling her swollen pearl just to listen to the bound girl moan.  She could tell by the way she was thrusting her hips and writhing, Michelle was about to cum.

      Kim stopped and took her hand away. The bound girl whimpered.

      Power.

      “You’re just having too much fuckin’ fun.  I’ll let Jeff finish you up.  Just do what you need to do to get Jeffery to agree,” Kim said, slapping the Asian girl on her ass before getting up and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

                            -o0o-

     Jeffery was finishing up the dishes when he heard Kim coming down the stairs.  Turning around, he saw the Hispanic girl dressed snugly in one of Steph’s nightshirts.  Kim’s curly brown hair was down and she was grinning like the devil.

     “I see you found something,” Jeffery said.

     “Fuck yah, I did,” Kim replied, “A little tight but better than this.”

     Kim held out the Halloween costume cloak like it was a piece of trash.

     “I’m going downstairs to check on my stuff and put this back.  Don’t need to be a vampire any more tonight.”

     “Make sure that you put everything back.  Mom’s particular about her holiday stuff,” Jeff said.

     Kim nodded as she headed to the basement.  The washing machine had stopped, so she dropped the cloak onto the chair and transferred her damp clothes from the washer to the dryer.  After getting it started, Kim gathered up the cape and put it in the bin she got it from.

     She really couldn’t believe how much of this shit the Robertsons had.  At Christmas, her family was lucky to get a tree up and post a few window clings.  On Halloween, their porch light was always off while she and her brothers scoured all the other neighbors for candy.  Sure, she had holidays, but they were dressed up in a plain paper sack.

     As she started restacking the plastic bins, she smelled something rank.  It smelled like pee.  She looked around, not really pinpointing it.  Oh well, not her fuckin’ problem.  Sooner she was out of there the better.  She put the last bin up, looked around and left.

     Stephanie let her breath out as she watched her friend retreat upstairs.  She felt as worn out as a ten year old pair of sneakers. However, it was a good worn out, her strength was sapped from the several orgasms that had devoured her.  Thankfully, her brother had turned the vibrator off as Kim had started down the stairs or she would have had another one while her friend put back the decorations.  Now, she was just cold, soaked and hungry, waiting for Jeffery to untangle her from the web he wove around her.

     As soon as the door shut, the phallus buried inside her began humming again and a new burst of pleasure rippled through her.  The fear of being discovered had fueled her fires, but now with Kim gone, all that was left were her imaginary scenarios and her very real bondage.

    Secretly, deep down inside, the blonde wanted her best friend to find her.  She needed someone else to confide in; to tell about all of her passions and secrets.  Jeffery understood, Stephanie was pretty sure about that, but he wasn’t a woman and there were things that only a woman would understand.

    She hoped Kim would understand.

     In her mind, she had already decided to talk to Kim about this new found world of hers.  Jeffery would understand.  She was sure that her brother had already said something about the intruders to his girlfriend Michelle.

     Despite her fatigue, the mummified Stephanie started to feel the heated flames of desire starting to lick at her soul again.  The vibrator hadn’t stopped and her thoughts of her being discovered had sent hot jets of bliss burned through her again. She bucked as wave after wave of her cumming swallowed Stephanie. She no longer stifled her moans as another rapturous orgasm ravaged her quivering body until it drained her completely.

      Then, slowly, her fatigue finally caught up with her and Stephanie drifted off to sleep.

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SUMMER TRAINING Chapter 8

T.S. FESSELN

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     Jeffery found Michelle in a state, twisting and turning on his bed and trying to say something through her gag.  Her nude body glistened from her efforts as she struggled in her hogtie.  Jeffery quickly went over to her.

     “Are you alright?” Jeffery asked frantically.

     Michelle shook her head and continued to try to talk to him through her gag.  Quickly, Jeff unfastened the straps and pulled the red ball from her mouth.

     “What’s wrong?”

     “Kim,” Michelle said breathlessly.

     “What about Kim?”

     “She came in here and she threatened to take pictures of me like this!”

      Michelle could see the shock written in the sharp features of Jeffery’s face.  It blended with an anger that quickly enveloped him.

      “She wanted me to convince you to let her stay the night here for several days,” she continued, “Who does she think she is?”

      “Did she take the pictures?” he asked.

      “No.”

      “You positive, slave?”

      “Yes,” Michelle replied, “I saw her come into the room and she didn’t have her cell phone or camera . . .Master.”

      A calmn came over Jeffery and a grin worthy of the Grinch took over his face.

      “Don’t worry about it, slave, I will take care of her.  But, in the meantime, I need to take care of you.  She didn’t hurt you, did she?”

      The oriental girl slowly shook her head, “No, something else.”

     “Something else?”

     “Yes, she touched me.”

     Jeffery frowned, “How?”

     “Do I have to say it?  She put her damn fingers into me and did me, Jeff.  It was humiliating.  I want to strangle her until her eyes pop out.  I can’t believe she touched me . . .”

     “I’ll take care of it,” Jeffery said firmly.

     “You don’t understand!  She enjoyed it!  She teased me and then walked away, grinning like a devil. . .”

      “Enough!” Jeff said.

      Michelle quieted down, though her anger was far from evaporated.

      Cradling her head in his hands, he looked directly into Michelle’s ebony eyes, “I told you I would take care of Kim and I will.  Now, where were we, slave?”

      “Promise?” the Asian girl narrowed her eyes.

      “Yes,” he said, “Now, open wide.”

      Reluctantly, she did as asked and Jeffery buckled the gag back tightly. Jeff then leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead.  The ardor that had waned came rushing back as she felt him take the stem of the vibe and begin to thrust it into her.  Slowly, he picked up the pace as he held her against him.  She could feel a renewed erection behind his zipper as she writhed and bucked to his rhythm. 

      The pent-up passion seemed to balloon inside her as he quickened his pace, churning the phallus in and out of her as she panted and cried around the leather ball filling her mouth.  A roiling burst of bliss swallowed her as she sank in total ecstasy while Jeff held her even tighter.  Jeff finally eased the vibrator out of her and just cradled Michelle until the last little ripples of pleasure calmed. 

                          -o0o-

     Kim could hear Jeffery and Michelle through Stephanie’s wall, but she really couldn’t make out what they were saying.  However, when her moans started, that’s when Kim crept downstairs to check on her clothes.

      The dryer was still rumbling away and from what the dial said, it would be continuing to do so for another twenty minutes or so.  Kim opened the front and pulled out a shirt.  Nope, still damp.  She turned the machine back on and sat down in the old armchair, picking up one of the old ELLE magazines that were sitting there.

     Kim looked at the pictures, but really didn’t see them.  She was thinking about Jeffery’s girlfriend and how furious she looked when Kim toyed with her.  She would do what Kim wanted, however, of that, Kim was certain.  Michelle was in no position to bargain.  The feeling of power tingled through Kim like champagne. She loved that feeling of being in charge while another was helpless to do anything about it.  She had both Jeffery and Michelle firmly under her boot.

      Kim looked up when she heard the door to the basement creak open.  Jeffery descended the stairs with a stern look on his face.

      “So you want to spend the night?” he asked flatly.

      “If you don’t mind too much,” Kim smiled.

      “You can stay in Steph’s room.  No messing with her stuff.  I want you out of here in the morning.  Understood?”

      Kim nodded, trying not to laugh in Jeffery’s face.  She was the one in charge here.  If he wanted to make sure that she didn’t talk to Jeff’s parents, then he had better keep her happy.

     “Make sure you turn the lights off,” Jeff said as he went back upstairs.

     She sat back down and thumbed through the magazines until the dryer buzzed.  Kim carefully took each item out of the dryer and folded it into her box, leaving her uniform shirt and slacks on top.  She didn’t dare pack anything into her bag until she got it all cleaned out.

    Carrying everything upstairs, she went into her friend Stephanie’s room and dropped her things beside the bed before flopping into bed.

    Fuck, it felt good to just lay here.  She hadn’t slept alone in a bed in several weeks.  The back seat of her car didn’t count.  It was then that she realized just how tired she was.  She hadn’t been getting much sleep lately and it had caught up to her.  Kim closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

                           -o0o-

      Michelle had curled herself around Jeff as best she could, admiring his lean frame.  She loved the feel of his body breathing and the smell of his skin.  Her wrists and ankles were still imprisoned in leather cuffs and her collar encircled her throat.  If it wasn’t for the ball gag buckled firmly between her teeth, she would be giving him little kisses. Michelle just contented herself being with her ‘Master’.

     They both heard Stephanie’s door shut.  The hatred hadn’t evaporated entirely from Michelle but she was calmer.  She knew Jeffery would do something about that Kim and that helped ease her.

     Jeffery kissed Michelle on the forehead.

     “I need to tend to Stephanie.”

    Michelle gave Jeffery a confused frown.

    “Yes, slave, she is here.  I will be back.”

   Jeffery extracted himself from the Asian girl and peeked out into the hallway.  He didn’t hear a sound as he crept to Stephanie’s door.  After listening, Jeff tried the knob only to find it locked.  Kim was in for the night, he guessed.  Grabbing a pair of scissors from his father’s den, he went downstairs to check on his stepsister, turning off all the unessential lights in the living room and kitchen.

   Of course, Kim had left the basement lights on, ignoring what he had asked her to do.  More and more, Kim’s enslavement looked less than a fantasy.  She really needed to be taught a lesson in being human.  Jeff took a deep breath and went down the stairs.

    Mummified Steph was exactly where he left her, standing amongst the plastic tombstones.  Jeff noticed that her head was tilted to the side as he approached her and the vibrator was silent.  He hadn’t put in new batteries so he assumed they were dead.

    There was a smell of urine in the air and he realized that his stepsister had peed herself.  Her wrappings were damp from her efforts as well as having wet.  He could hear the sound of her breathing.  Stephanie seemed to be asleep.

    Carefully, Jeffery began to unwrap her head.  Starting on top, he cut and pulled away the bandages.  Only after he had uncovered her nose did Stephanie’s eyes flutter open. 

    “Wakey, wakey, slave,” her stepbrother smiled as he continued to unwrap her, discarding the wrappings onto the gravestones.  He cut and stripped her quickly until she could stand unsteadily by herself.

     As her stepbrother peeled the rest of the gauze away, Stephanie felt shaky and a little disoriented.  After her ankles were untied, she took a few tentative steps as Jeffery guided her off the stand.

     “Stay, slave,” Jeff told her as the last of the ropes and cloth were taken off her. 

    The cool of the basement helped wake her as she watched Jeffery gather up all of her wrappings and put them in a garbage bag.  Her lips were still taped shut and her wrists were still cuffed in white leather cuffs behind her back.   The small egg vibrator had become still but its presence inside her still made her horny.  Jeffery picked up one of the longer pieces of rope and knotted it to the front ’D’ ring of her collar as a makeshift leash.

     “Are you hungry, slave?”

     Stephanie nodded.  She really hadn’t thought about it until now.  There were too many things going on.  She hadn’t had anything since her light lunch of salad earlier and her stomach suddenly began to think she had forgotten about it.

     Jeffery gave her lead a gentle pull and she followed across the basement and up the cellar stairs.  The only light in the kitchen was the glow of the light above the stove, casting everything into warm shadows.  He sat her down at the kitchen table before seating himself beside her.

     “Before I take your gag off, I need to let you know that Kim is spending the night in your room. . .”

    Stephanie’s blue eyes widened at the news and she began to fidget in her bonds.

    “It’s okay.  I think that she is asleep.  She blackmailed us into letting her stay.  At least, that is what she thinks.  I told her she was out of here in the morning.”

     A puzzled look crossed the blonde’s face.

     “She found Michelle tied up and threatened to tell our parents and everyone else about it.  I really don’t think Dad and Mom would have a problem with her being here so her threat was moot.  The only thing was, I didn’t want Michelle to be humiliated by Kim.”

      Looking down, Stephanie nodded.

     “Now, I am going to take the tape off.  It might hurt a bit but I’ll be careful.”

     Picking a corner the tape holding Stephanie’s lips shut, he gently pulled it off.  It stung like a Band-Aid being pulled off, but she clenched her jaws and took it.  In no time at all, Jeffery had pulled all of it off but the last strip.

     “When I pull this off, slave, you must be quiet except for answering my questions.  Do you understand, slave?”

      Stephanie nodded her head.

     Jeffery pulled the last bit of the gag off.  Even though having her lips sealed like that was more comfortable than a ball gag, it was a bit painful to remove it.  Still, it was good to be able to move her jaw again.

      She sat there quietly and watched Jeff pull a few things out of the oven where he had stashed them to keep warm.  He scooped them off the cookie sheets and onto a plate.  He pulled a few things out of the refrigerator before setting everything down in front of her.

     He fed her, in silence, all the finger foods that he had also prepared for Michelle.  Stephanie was ravenous and ate everything with a little gusto as well as guzzling down her Coke Zero.  Finally she had eaten enough, shaking her head when Jeffery offered her another bite.

     “Full?”

     “Yes, Master,” she replied.

     “Let me clean up before I take you upstairs.”

     “Master. . .”

     “No talking, slave!” Jeffery said sternly, “Or I’ll show you off to Kim just the way you are.”

      Stephanie fell silent.  That was the one thing she didn’t want to have happen.  She wanted to talk to Kim on her own terms about her new-found feelings.  What she couldn’t believe is that Kim tried to blackmail her brother.  Kim could be bossy and stubborn, that was for sure, and she was used to getting her way.  But she couldn’t picture Kim trying blackmail.  Maybe Jeff misunderstood her.

     It didn’t take long for Jeff to get everything put away. He grabbed Steph’s rope lead and gently pulled her up.  She followed him easily, not having to contend with bound ankles.  Even though the house was dark, she still was very uneasy about going up the stairs like this.  What if Kim came out of her room?

     Her fears were for nothing.  The hallway was quiet as he led her into their parent’s bedroom.  He tied her lead to the wrought iron foot railing of the bed, leaving her there while he turned on the shower and got it ready for her.

     Jeffery hadn’t shut the door to her parents’ room. She again fidgeted nervously, looking at the dark hallway beyond, her mind playing games with Kim’s possible reactions to seeing her. The thought, though, was a little arousing, like the feeling of possibly being caught stealing a cookie.

     Noticing where she was looking, Jeffery smiled and shut the door.  He was fully stripped and the bathroom light haloed him beautifully.  She could see the muscles in his chest and arms, the lean sturdiness of his legs, and dark curls wreathed around his erection.  He first unbuckled her collar, setting it on the bed, before he unlocked her cuffs.

    She rubbed them a bit.  The cuffs were for the most part comfortable, but they did chafe some.  Her freedom didn’t last long.  Jeffery produced a couple of long, thick zip ties.  He guided her hands in back of her again, cinching her wrists together as well as her elbows.  Once more, her arms were useless to her.  Jeffery then fashioned a loose noose of rope and tied it around her neck.  He then gave it a tug and she followed him into the shower.

    The hot water billowed steam around them as Jeffery poured soap into the loufah and started to soap her up.  Wetting herself made Stephanie feel disgusting but as her stepbrother scrubbed, she felt less and less like a piece of filth.  His attentions traveled up her legs and between them, easing the small vibe out of her.  As he washed her shaven mons, Stephanie mewled under her breath.  His touches were stirring her again.

     Stabs of pleasure ripped through Stephanie as the loufah scrubbed over her stiffened nipples, rubbing circles over them as the soap foam dribbled down over the flat of her stomach. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans.

     Ignoring her, Jeffery moved to her back, washing her arms and shoulders before running the rough sponge over her nicely rounded rear.  Gently spreading her cheeks, he scoured the cleft between them, reaching closer and closer to her sensitive puss.

     “No cumming unless I say you can, slave.”

     “Yes, Master,” Stephanie replied, rocking her hips back toward him.

      He stopped soaping her and let the shower rinse her off.  His attentions had kindled her passions and she eyed his erection as he stepped around the shower to turn the water off.  She had never been so desirous of a man before.  It eclipsed her thinking.  She was tired from this day’s ordeal, but the churnings inside her had awakened her in more than one way.

      Jeffery led her out of the shower and dried her thoroughly.  He knew her hair should be brushed, but the night had snared him and he really needed to go to bed.  He guided her to their parent’s bed where he sat her down and refastened the white collar around her slender throat.

     He cuffed her ankles next and tied their rings together with a long length of rope.  Jeff then cut the zip ties holding her wrists behind her.  He moved her wrists in front of her and re-cuffed them, again tying the cuffs with a piece of rope.

     The gag was an unwelcome sight.  Stephanie was hoping that she would be able to get out of wearing one tonight, but her Master had other plans.  It was a pear-shaped one that filled her mouth quite completely.  He buckled it behind her head and made sure that it wouldn’t slip loose.

     “Lay down, slave.  Hands above your head.”

     Stephanie complied.  Their parents’ bed was huge canopy bed, florid with wrought iron curls and twists.  Jeffery scooted her closer to one side before tying her wrist up to the headboard and her ankles to the railing at the foot of the bed.  She wasn’t pulled taut, however; there was play in her ropes as she tugged at her bondage.  He placed a pillow underneath her head and gave her a lingering kiss on her forehead.

     “I will be right back.”

     Jeffery disappeared out the bedroom door, leaving it open to the hallway.  Another flush of fear tickled at Steph, teasing her with visions of being seen bound and helpless.

      The blonde watched and listened.  The house was quiet except for the hush of the air conditioner.  She heard a door open and shut quietly and braced herself to be discovered.  However, it was Jeffery, his nude body glowing pale in the lace-filtered moonlight, and he was leading another girl hopping behind him.

     Michelle.

     The Asian girl was shorter than Stephanie, with her cat-black hair pulled back into a ponytail.  She had high cheekbones and a small mouth wrapped around a ballgag.  A black leather collar graced her throat, its studs and rings glinting as she moved.  She had nice sized breasts, not too large for her slender frame, and a flare to her hips.  Her lithe legs tapered up to a narrow strip of dark fur on her mons.  Her wrists were cuffed in front of her as he led her over to Stephanie’s side of the bed.

     An angry flare of jealousy fanned through Stephanie.

     “Stephanie, this is Michelle.  Michelle, Stephanie.”

     They looked at each other, trying to see what Jeff saw in the other.  Michelle was beautiful.  Even bound as she was, with him leading her by her cuffed wrists, she moved with a fluid, exotic grace that was intoxicating to watch.

     Jeff then led her around to the other side of the bed where he tied her the same way as he had Stephanie.

     As Stephanie continued to appraise Michelle, Jeffery grabbed a large and a small coil of rope.  Climbing into the bed between the two girls, he folded the short rope in half and looped it around Stephanie’s left knee and Michelle’s right, cinching it so the girls’ knees touched each other.

    Jeffery climbed out of bed and tied one end of the long rope to Stephanie’s other knee before feeding it underneath the bed to the other side.  He pulled the rope taut, pulling Stephanie’s knees open and exposing hers sex to him.  Jeff then looped the rope around Michelle’s left knee and pulled her knees open as well before tying it off.  Stephanie could feel Michelle pulling on her bindings while Stephanie struggled as well.

    Grinning, Jeff nestled himself between them.  He enjoyed the warmth of them both as they moved and squirmed, settling into their restraints.  He adjusted himself accordingly.

    Stephanie felt his finger trail down to her puss, tickling at her lips as he eased one finger inside her.  Slowly, he stroked her and Steph could feel the cooling coals of her passion starting to ignite again.  She moved her hips to his rhythms, his finger now slick with her juices.

    The bound blonde moaned, and it was soon echoed by Michelle.

    Stephanie leaned up as much as possible and saw that Jeff was fingering the Asian girl as well, stroking her as he stroked Stephanie.

     A whirling mix of jealousy and desire swirled through Stephanie, competing against her rising orgasm.  Jeff’s finger continued to touch her, slowly picking up the pace.  Stephanie’s movements almost mirrored Michelle’s as they both thrust themselves toward Jeffery’s fingers.  Each felt the other’s tugs and pulls.

     Stephanie’s passion erupted into ecstasy.  She thrashed and bucked in her bonds as pleasure consumed her.  From the sounds of her moans, Michelle’s pleasure crescendoed at virtually the same moment as Jeff violently caressed them and then stopped, letting both girls cave to their spent energies.

    Stephanie felt a gentle kiss on her cheek.

    “Good night, sweet slaves.  I need to go check on Kim before climbing back in bed with you.  I will be right back.  Sleep tight.”

     Since it is usually a long space of time between postings and re-postings of this story, I am compiling a mailing list so that you can receive chapters as they are produced.  If you would like to be on that list, please e-mail me at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ .  Any and all comments are welcomed and appreciated.