Harmony's Golden Chain

by Frances Lucette

  When Harmony felt a kiss behind her ear, she couldn’t tell if she was still in her dream or if it was reality.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Abelard said. “Making love with you is a wonderful way to wake up, isn’t it?”

  Enjoying the stickiness between my legs, I pulled my dress up, retied the shoulders and wandered back to the ballroom. I looked all over for my mystery man, but he had completely disappeared. I stood beside the piano, leaned against it casually, and looked over the crowd. Little aftershocks of my orgasm continued. Surely someone would notice my quiet pleasures. As men walked by me, they would smile as though we shared a secret, but none of them were the man I sought.

  A sound swat on her bottom brought her to full awareness that Abelard was there, loving her, reminding her that part of the dream had been real. So Abelard’s lovemaking worked its way into my dream. Still dozy from her night’s sleep, she rolled over against him.

  “Yes, a wonderful way,” she said in response to his question. For the rest of the day, however, Harmony wondered about her dream with the purple felt fedora and the man who wasn’t there. She watched for him everywhere she went. Occasionally, she thought she saw him in a crowd, but then he vanishes.

  The next night, her dream continued.

  Couples strolled by me, intent on the possibilities of the evening ahead of them. I smiled, knowing the needs each of them felt. The ballroom slowly emptied, and I went out the side door. Most people had gone to more quiet and comfortable settings with their paramours. I was about ten feet away from the ballroom when the mystery man appeared in front of me.

  “Did you think I left you, my dear?” he asked. “I will never leave you. I will be with you forever and we will dance in your memory long after the music stops.”

  “Where did you go?” I asked. “Why did you leave me? You never penetrated me, yet your fluids are drying on my legs as we stand here.”

  “Ah, my dear,” he said with a smile. “I went nowhere. You see, I was already inside you. I do not need the feel of penetration in order to share my little gift with you. I have always been inside you, waiting to be acknowledged. Whenever you need me, go inside yourself and call for me.”

  He made it sound so easy. Who was he fooling? I felt my renewed need for him well up in my groin. How to call for him? I reached for him, and …

  “What is it, my dear Harmony?” Abelard said. “Are you all right? You are shaking.”

  “I am fine,” she said. “I need you like an adult woman needs her husband.”

  Without a word, he fulfilled her desires.

  * * *

  “Here you go,” the conductor said, helping Harmony up the step into the train. “Enjoy the ride, Mrs. D’Amato.” Harmony and Abelard were shown into their cabin, and bags were stowed overhead. There were bunk beds, but the lower bunk was wide enough for two.

  “Let’s see how this is going to work,” Abelard said after they were settled. “I will not want you to do without your regular spankings.”

  Harmony looked around at all the people getting on the train.

  “Won’t everyone hear me cry?”

  “No, because I have a special toy for you that we haven’t needed until tonight. Usually I love hearing you cry because it helps me to know you are getting my messages. Open this package, please.” He handed her a box tied with a black ribbon.

  Harmony held the box for a few minutes before pulling on the ribbon to open it. She lifted the lid and gazed at the toy nestled in white tissue paper. She looked up at Abelard with a question in her eyes.

  “Here, let me put it on you,” he said. He took out the toy and held it around her head, saying “Open wide.” She did as she was told, and he popped the red ball gag into her mouth and buckled it around the back of her head.

  “Maybe we’ll leave that on most of the time,” he said. “You are beautiful that way, and it makes me love you even more. You can still cry, but you can’t shout out. I will take it out when you need to eat. I want to be able to spank you whenever you need it without taking time to put that on you again.”

  Tears started to flow down her cheeks; she was unable to say anything. Instead, she put her arms around him to hold him tightly to show her love and appreciation. He put his arms around her, and lifted her skirt, searching for the waistband of her tights to push them down over her hips. He helped her take off her loafers and step out of the tights.

  “You will not wear the tights again unless we get off the train to do some sightseeing. Only when we go to the dining car will I take off the ball gag, but you will not wear panties as long as we are on the train. You may nod your head that you understand.”

  She nodded and took his hand to bring it to her cheek. He kissed her forehead and leaned her over the small dining table.

  “Hold onto the other side, dear,” he said. “Don’t let go until I say you may.”

  This was a position Harmony had taken many times in her years with Abelard, so she quickly bent over. He started spanking her slowly and softly. Gradually he increased the speed and the heft. He could hear her moan but it was muffled enough that he didn’t think anyone outside the cabin would hear her.

  The sight of her red bum excited him more than it usually did, perhaps because they were in a different location than normal. With a sense of urgency, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. His cock found its mark easily and he slid in slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. She gripped the edge of the table and groaned, then forgot the pain as he moved in and out, taking her in a way he often desired.

  Darkness had descended outside and the two of them hadn’t even noticed when the train pulled out of the station. Abelard held her tightly wrapped, watched her sleeping calmly on the pillow. A discreet knock on the door brought them both to a sitting position. The steward had come to make up the sleeping berth. He paid no attention to the woman with the ball gag and red bum, but went about his work professionally and quickly, and left.

  Abelard opened his bag to bring out the silk cord for Harmony’s golden chain. He clipped it to the chain around her neck and said, “Shall we go to dinner?”

  She nodded slowly, but he laughed and said “I’ll take the ball gag out. You won’t be able to eat with that in, will you?”

  He saw her gratitude and kissed her gently after removing the gag.

  “That’s going to work just fine.” He led her out of their room down the aisle to the dining car, holding onto the end of the chain. Belonging to Abelard was so much more important to Harmony than wondering if anyone thought it was strange to see a grown woman on a chain. She never saw the admiring glances from several of the men and women already seated in the dining car, never noticed the envying gazes she received. All eyes were on the gorgeous woman being led by a woven golden cord, and not one noticed her wince as she sat on a sore, bare bottom.

  Back in their cabin, they stretched out on the bed to relax. Abelard thought Harmony grew prettier prettier with each passing day that she swelled with his child. He wanted to rock her to sleep every night, caress her hair and rub her tummy. She was so special to him. He knew he would never hurt her in any way. He was almost sorry that there would be this other little person in their lives. He loved Harmony so much, and he knew how much she loved him back.

  The train trip was exactly what both Abelard and Harmony needed to relax, and also for her to figure out what she wanted to do. Abelard told her to write down the kind of activities she would want to be included in whatever job she obtained. When he looked over her list, he smiled and said, “I have exactly the job for you, my dear.”

  “What is that?”

  “I need to create a way to do something for others with my money. We will create a non-profit corporation that will give grants to people who want to set up their own businesses, but have no money to do so. You will be the CEO in charge of determining which requests are legitimate and I write the checks. I know you have the expertise required for that kind of position.”

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sp; “Oh, Abelard!” she said. “That would be perfect. It would keep me home with you and yet allow me to use the talents I have for running a corporation.”

  For the rest of the trip, when they were not sightseeing, they worked out the details of the new corporation. Occasionally the philanthropic organization would require Harmony to be out interacting with other people. Abelard loved watching her excitement, and realized how much she missed that part of her life.

  * * *

  Arriving back in New York City, Harmony and Abelard started working on the forms to create the new non-profit for Abelard’s inherited money.

  “I have a request of you,” he said. “Whenever we work on this corporation, why don’t you wear your new purple hat?”

  “Why is that, darling?”

  “It makes you look more professional than the clothes I usually like to see you wear,” he said. “It will remind us both that we are fulfilling that part of your life that has been missing.”

  It will also remind me of my fantasy dream, which was not exactly professional, she thought, as she nodded in agreement with Abelard.

  “And nothing else,” he added. “Yes, that will be beautiful – my nude wife wearing a purple felt fedora as she works. You have a beautiful body, Mrs. D, and I love looking at it.”

  “Thank you,” she said. “I love your gaze on my body, and I love it when you work in your tweed sport coat and brown wool trousers. I want to rub my face against the rough tweed.”

  “Then just how much work do you think we’ll get done, Mrs. D?” He fondled her nipples and nuzzled her neck.

  Harmony laughed and said, “We will save the fun part of this job for breaks. Others may need to take coffee breaks, but we’ll take sex breaks.”

  “Sounds good to me,” he said. “Tomorrow is the official starting date of our new corporation.”

  “Does this non-profit have a name?”

  “Not yet,” he said. “I wanted to discuss that with you before I finished filling in this form. They need a name in order for it to be recorded.”

  “How about the D’Amato Group?” she said. “After all, we really are a group, especially when we include the two chauffeurs and Char, and other workers on the property. They all play an active role in this corporation.”

  “I like that,” he said. “And I have set aside a particular area of the house to be our corporate headquarters. That will distinguish it from our living space.”

  * * *

  The next morning, after their morning routine was complete, Harmony donned her purple hat with only her long gleaming hair flowing over her shoulders, and went into the new office space to work. There was so much organization to be done and it felt good to her to be actively creating a new corporation, especially knowing it would do so much good for those with no other means of finding start-up money for their businesses. Her old corporation had been interested in nothing but financial gain; this one felt like it was more valuable for everyone.

  Abelard came into the office area after tending to the duties required of an owner of a large household, dressed as he knew Harmony liked – wool trousers and tweed sport coat. He quietly stood in the doorway observing his beautiful wife, nude except for her purple hat. She sensed his presence and glanced up. Yes, there is my handsome husband, she thought, dressed special for me. How could I ever doubt his love?

  He came into the room and sat, motioning her toward him.

  “We forgot the most important part of your morning ritual,” he said. “Please come over my lap, and hold onto your hat.”

  Forsaking the work on her desk, she went to him. The feel of his wool trousers against her face was wonderful! This was just what she had craved! Harmony felt herself moving into a trance, releasing her ego, giving in to punishment, handing temporary control to her husband, accepting his guidance. Soon enough she would be required to make decisions again, but for this moment she was his. Harmony felt complete again. She had corporate time and she had Abelard time. Balance had returned to her life.

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