by Pat Powers
"Gotcha," Jack said. "I'm with you. Let's do her. It, I mean."
Cindy laughed and dug her elbow into Jack's side.
* * *
“It's so nice of you to help me out here, Jack," Julia said as they sat in Jack's living room with Cindy. Several half-empty glasses of wine sat on the coffee table.
"I'm sure it will be my pleasure," Jack said, grinning. "And Cindy was the one who brought it up, so she's the one you should thank."
"Well, of course," said Julia. "I don't really know exactly what kind of help I want, though, so it's kind of hard to ask, even if it weren't a sexual thing."
"Cindy said it had something to do with you enjoying being tied up too much," Jack said. "Suppose you tell us about that, and we'll talk about what might help you."
"Well, most of the movies I get cast in, I play the female heavy," said Julia. "I am therefore a domineering, aggressive character. I'm comfortable with that. But in the course of most of the films, the good guys overpower me, and that means that I'm frequently handcuffed and sometimes tied up. And I've always gotten a little bit of a thrill from that -- I imagine most women do -- but each time the thrill gets stronger.
"In my last movie but one, "Strangely Intimate," Julia continued, "I was tied hand and foot and gagged and carried over the hero's shoulder while wearing nothing but a corset and heels. I liked it so much the first time, I insisted on about 20 takes, saying I didn't think I'd gotten my 'terrified' expression right. The truth was, I was getting off on being carried all naked and tied up and gagged around by the stuntman. I really do think I came once or twice while mmmphing my little heart out."
"Well, what can we say?" Jack said, grinning. "We're happy for ya. We understand the feelings. What was wrong with them? Did they make you unable to act?"
"No, they didn't, but if they get any stronger, I'm afraid they might. I'm afraid I might lose it" Julia responded. “I sense this huge unknown territory out there, and I'm afraid I might get lost in it, in the middle of a scene. I guess what I want you to do is guide me into it.”
"Well, you're right, there is a huge unexplored region out there," said Cindy. "But it's not scary, and it's not really overwhelming, unless you want it to be."
"Well, could you take me into it, farther than I've ever gone in films?" Julia asked. "I know that the bondage scenes we're planning at DID are much more intense than have ever been done outside porn before. Could you be my guides?"
"Sure," said Jack. "But how are we going to go about it? I could tie you up, or I could tie Cindy up while you watched, or Cindy could tie you up while I watched, or I could tie you and Cindy up. We've got a lot of options here! Which are you most comfortable with?"
"Probably the best thing, Jack, would be for you to tie me up first, in something fairly mild, while Julia watches, so she could get a sense of how it's done,” Cindy suggested. “Then you tie her up the same way. Then a more serious tie for me. Then a more serious tie for Julia, until we're into the strong bondage that has Julia concerned. And she can experience it, and know what it's like, and then maybe do a little better with it when she experiences it on the set, because it won't be a total unknown to her."
"Yes, that sounds good," Julia said.
"Sounds good to me, too," said Jack. "There's just one thing. When I tie up Cindy, here at home, I get turned on by it. It's how we express our love for one another. But when I tie up women on the set, it's not sexual. I'm all business. I mean, I enjoy, but not in the intense, specific way I enjoy tying up Cindy at home. Know what I mean?"
"Yes," said Julia, "as most of my fans have enjoyed most of my movies in an intense, specific way."
"Well, I'm going to be tying up Cindy at home, but I'll be helping you out for a movie, so that kind of gets business and pleasure commingled," said Jack.
"Well, I was hoping you wouldn't be too businesslike," said Julia, "because I have responded to bondage in an intense, specific way and that's what I really want to explore. I understand that you and Cindy have an intimate personal relationship, and I really don't want to impose on it. But I need so much to learn. And you are the people I know who could teach me. So I thought I would ask."
"You did right to ask us," said Jack. "We'll be glad to teach you. I just want to make sure we're all reading from the same page here -- and I think we are."
"This is the playroom,' Jack said a few minutes later. "It's not the only place we play, but we've got all our toys and such here. Props if you will."
Julia looked at the thick blue drapes, the bondage toys scattered around the room, heard the soft sussuration of the air system keeping the room comfy under the ground. “Oh, my,” she said. “You really have gone to some trouble here. It's so cheerful down here … when I saw the stairs leading down I had expected something a little more dungeon-like.”
"Well, Cindy did the decorating, so what else would you expect?" Jack asked.
"True," said Julia.
"Have a seat on the old throne here, and Cindy will get things started," Jack said.
"All right," Julia said.
She sat down on the bondage throne with its rings set everywhere for chaining Cindy, wondering what it would be like to be tied, naked and helpless, to the chair. With any luck, she would find out soon enough.
Soft music filled the air. Ambient jazz, a piano riffling along happily while a sax, some drums and a guitar kept pace. Happy music. She had expected "Nine Inch Nails" doing "Man in the Box."
"We both like jazz, so it's easy for us," said Jack. "A lot of couples go round and round about what to put on."
"I guess it helps cover up the noise," said Julia.
"Not really," said Jack. "We're in an basement on a mostly empty mountainside. Plus … Cindy gets gagged a lot. She didn't used to like it."
`Cindy has learned to like being gagged.' Julia rolled that phrase around in her mind, thinking about what it implied.
There was movement in the curtains immediately before them, which were set well out from the wall, creating a `backstage' area in the room. Cindy crawled out from behind the curtains. She was naked. She wore a thick leather collar around her neck. A leather belt with several iron rings in it circled her waist. She wore leather cuffs and anklets with rings set in them as well.
Her breasts swayed and dangled as she crawled, and Julia could see gleams of light from the rings set in her nipples. She could also see something dangling from Cindy's crotch, but couldn't quite make it out because Cindy kept her head turned down slightly and her rear hiked high in the air as she crawled.
Cindy crawled directly to where Jack sat and then spread her arms out before her on the floor, pressing her face to the floor.
"Master, I beg to be yours tonight," said Cindy. "I beg your rich, fruity bonds."
Julia's lip curled up at one corner.
"You will be mine then, spicy little slavegirl," said Jack.
Cindy crawled over to Julia's feet. "Mistress, I beg to be yours tonight. I beg your flavorful yet invigorating bonds."
Julia looked at Jack, confused.
"Actually, I was kind of hoping to be the slavegirl to both Cindy and you," she said.
"Sure thing," said Jack. "Refuse her offer of slavery, and then you must ask for our bonds."
"I refuse to be your mistress tonight," Julia said. "You shall not have my wry, insightful bonds." She could play along.
"Very good," said Jack. "You've got the spirit of it. We have our rituals here, but we handle them our way. Now, slave Cindy, I order you to guide Julia to the make-ready room and help her make ready. You know, those female things you do."
"Yes, oh somnolent one," Cindy said.
Cindy turned so that her backside now faced them. Julia was not surprised to see that there was no pubic hair anywhere on her crotch, that from navel to lower back her skin was smooth as could be. And she wasn't surprised to see a ring set in Cindy's labia, from which a short chain dangled, ending in another ring set in Cindy's other labia. The chain swung every
time Cindy moved her backside. The sensation must be intense.
"Please follow me, Julia," said Cindy. There was no `mistress' this time. Julia was not going to be her mistress.
Julia got down and crawled behind Cindy. It might have been a lot more difficult for her if she had not been an actress in so many B-movies and softcore films. She had done some very strange and silly things in the name of acting, often at the behest of directors who ranged from indifferent to outright weird. People whom she felt a lot less comfortable with than Cindy and Jack.
Cindy crawled back behind the curtains and Julia followed her. As soon as they were behind the curtains, Cindy was up and on her feet, grinning devilishly at Julia.
"So ya wanna be a slavegirl eh?" she asked. "Well, you've definitely come to right place."
Julia smiled back at Cindy, reassured by the warmth and happiness in Cindy's smile. Cindy and Jack were definitely kinky, but there was a warmth and happiness to the way they did it that Julia hadn't expected.
"First thing you have to do is get naked," said Cindy. "Slaves don't wear clothes unless ordered to by their master."
"So, Jack picks out all your clothes for you?" Julia asked as she began removing her own clothes.
"Not for out on the street," said Cindy. "He doesn't have much fashion sense. Only for our private times together. And even then, I design and make most of my costumes. You don't go around relying on a heterosexual man for taste in clothing."
Julia stripped quickly and easily. She had next to no self-consciousness about her body. She had been totally naked in three-fourths of the movies she'd made, generally engaging in sexual intercourse as well. The sex had become progressively more realistic over time, so that now everyone who got cable TV knew exactly what her vaginal lips and anus looked like under a variety of circumstances.
They looked very, very good of course. Julia knew that, it was the only thing that had made the public nudity bearable at first, in fact, it was one of the things that had led her down her career path as a B-movie sex and scream queen. She had such an incredible body, everyone said. So use that beauty. And she had.
After her 10th film or so, she felt that she could have stripped naked anywhere and done anything sexual with anyone without turning a hair, so long as there was a movie camera trained on her.
"Oh, you are a beauty," said Cindy.
"Thank you," Julia said. She'd heard this a lot, mostly from guys who wanted to fuck her. But from Cindy it came across as simple praise.
"Let's get you decked out in you slave gear, then," said Cindy. "I have some old cuff and collar sets that should fit you with adjustment.
For the next few minutes Cindy flitted about, fitting Julia with the same gear that she herself wore. It was a lot like being in makeup prior to a scene, so Julia just passively allowed Cindy to take care of her.
"Do you have any piercings?" Cindy asked.
"Both nipples and one of my labia," said Julia. "I wish I'd gotten both done now that I see the way that chain works."
"Yeah, it's nice, very symbolic," said Cindy. "My labia are chained shut -- only my master can open them. So, would you like some rings for your piercings? Have you kept them open?"
"Sure, I'd like some rings," said Julia. "I had some rings in them just this weekend when I was out on a date, so they should still be open. There was no discomfort then. But then, my rings aren't so big as yours."
"Yeah, I kinda like feeling them tugging at my private parts under my clothing, so I wear big ones that tug pretty good," said Cindy. "We'll get some smaller ones for you."
Cindy opened up a box full of rings and weights and so forth, and in a few moments she'd selected a few to try out on Julia. Without so much as a by-your-leave she leaned forward and sucked on Julia's nipples so that they stuck out, then carefully and patiently worked the rings into her nipples. It was close, slow work and by the time Cindy was through, Julia's nipples were still fully erect, but not because of any coolness in the room.
Cindy flipped the rings in Julia's nipples experimentally a few times. "Feels all right," she asked.
"Feels very good," Julia responded warmly.
"Yeah, I got that impression," Cindy said. "OK, then, next ring."
Cindy picked out a larger, thicker ring and knelt in front of Julia.
"You're gonna have to spread them a little for this," Cindy said.
Julia complied, feeling strangely vulnerable and hot as as she spread her legs at Cindy's command.
Cindy said, "Now I need to lubricate your ring so it goes in easier. Jack says only pussy dew should be used to lubricate a pussy ring, and I agree with him on that.."
"Pussy what?" Julia asked.
"Pussy dew," Cindy said. "It's what we call the love juices in your pussy.
"Pussy dew, well that's a new one all right, but I like it," said Julia. "Get it from me, I guess, I'll be wearing the ring."
"All right," said Cindy. "Now, open wide..."
Cindy slid two of her fingers slowly and carefully between Julia's labia and into her pussy. The skin on the outside was dry, but just a fraction of an inch in or so, things were moist, very moist. Cindy rubbed her fingers back and forth to collect moisture while Julia stood there and tried not to moan in pleasure.
"Kinda liked getting those nipple rings fitted, didn't you?" Cindy asked casually as she rubbed her fingers over the ring and then over the hole in Julia's labia.
"Yes, but to tell the truth, I've been kind of turned on ever since I got here," Julia confessed.
"I believe it," Cindy said calmly as she carefully worked the ring into Julia's thick labia. She was glad that Julia kept her pubic hair almost entirely shaved except for an arrow shaped patch pointing down at her clit. Made things a lot easier.
It didn't particularly turn Cindy on to do these things to Julia. Cindy was not particularly gay, but in the past she had had dominant boyfriends who had enjoyed ordering her to make love to other submissives. She had done it, and it had been all right. It wasn't her thing, she knew that, but if she liked the woman she was kissing and fondling, or being kissed and fondled by, especially while tied down, it was … nice.
When Cindy stood up Julia gave a little sigh of relief.
"I didn't hurt you did I darlin'?" asked Cindy. "I tried very hard to be gentle down there."
"You were," Julia responded. "It's not pain, it's just ... I'm so turned on right now! It's almost too intense!"
"Well, darlin' it's gonna get a lot more intense," said Cindy. "Understand, we'll let you back out at any time you want us to. But I know how this goes, believe me. One part of you is going to want to back out, desperately. But another part is going to want more -- a lot more desperately. And the part that wants more will always win. The chains and ropes we are going to put on you are just props darlin'. The real thing that will keep you tied and bound and gagged and doing whatever we wish is your own desire. If someone had told me as a child I'd enjoy crawling around naked with chains on my naughty bits doing whatever my man told me to do, I'd have laughed in their face. But .. here I am. And here you are!” she added with a grin.
Julia nodded. It was true. Jack and Cindy were not about to keep her against her will. She was chained by her own feelings more than anything else. She knew it and they knew it.
"OK, I want you to crawl out there like I did, head down, ass in the air. Be sure to keep your knees wide apart and roll your hips as you crawl. Slinky -- think cat in heat. You'll be able to see where you're going if you roll your eyes up. It's kind of hard at first, because you'll instinctively want to turn your head up, but you get used to it."
Julia suddenly wondered what other kinds of things she'd be getting used to. Getting used to faking having sex while stark naked in a room full of clothed people had seemed to her to be the ultimate, but it seemed there was always another corner to turn, another avenue to be explored, where sex was concerned.
"On your knees, slavegirl, it's showtime," said Cindy.
Julia k
nelt down on her hands and knees and Cindy got down beside her. Together they crawled through the bright blue drape, feeling it swish over their backs and down their butts. Julia rolled her hips as Cindy had instructed her, and in a few seconds her hands bumped into Jack's feet.
Jack watched the two naked slavegirls crawling toward him, heads down, rolling their smooth, sweetly curved hips, and he felt a surge of lust and desire. He wanted to get up, order them to freeze and then fuck the living hell out of them both as they knelt there.
But he didn't. There was so much fun to be had. And his dick rose in anticipation of all the fun to be had.
Jack's feet were naked. As were his legs. And his lower torso. Julia could not help herself. She kept looking up and saw his upper torso. Naked, too. He was entirely naked, Julia could tell because the head of Jack's dick projected well above his lap, like a pink, hairless meerkat scanning the African plains for fun to be had.
Julia lowered her eyes and grinned. Somehow the sight of Jack's erection reassured her. She had had a lot of dealings with guys with erections. Almost all of them had come out well for her .. and for the guys and their erections. And she didn't feel so naked and vulnerable and exposed now. She'd forgotten that men always had their sexual hearts on their sleeves.
"Oh big-dicked one," Cindy intoned, forcing fit of giggles from Julia and bringing a grin to Jack's face, "the woman Julia requests your engorged bonds."
"Let her make her request herself with her own nubile lips, oh puffy-labial one," Jack responded.
"Master Jack, I request to serve you as a slave," said Julia, sensing her cue. "I long to accept your really naked bonds on my really naked body."
"All right," Jack said reasonably, "I accept you as my slave. Do you wish Cindy to be your mistress?"
"Yes," Julia responded.
"C'mon, you're a slavegirl now, it's yes, master," Jack chided.
"Yes, master," Julia said, grinning.
"Well, you better ask her, then,":Jack said.
"Cindy, I request to serve you as a slave," said Julia. "I long to accept your sexy bonds on my body."
"All right, I accept you as my really cute slavegirl," said Cindy.
