The Bound Lily

by L. L. Chance

  I immediately turned and went back in the house, hoping to find him quickly so I could avoid any extra steps. Today was the first time I had to wear six inch heels since the disastrous attempt during my first week, and while I’d gradually worked up to them this time, it still wasn’t easy.

  The sixteen inch hobble chain connecting my ankles didn’t exactly help either, but at least my hands were locked in front of me today in case I took a tumble. Lucky for me, Billy was in the kitchen and I got to deliver the message without having to search the whole house.

  I offered to take out the drink cart he’d prepared to restock the patio bar so he could fetch a folding table from storage, and enjoyed the extra stability it gave me for my return trip. Neither Sylvia not Claude had any new instructions for me, so I started putting things away.

  Restocking the bottom shelf of the fridge was a real pain, partly because of the ballet style boots, but mostly due to the heavily boned corset that kept me from being able to bend properly. Maybe I should’ve let Billy do his own restocking.

  Still, if this was the hardest thing I’d have to do today I’d be surprised. Even outside the dungeon or playroom, Sylvia would often continue my lessons during my regular routine, usually surprising me with her fiendishly clever ideas.

  Sometimes it was something straightforward like making me perform my maid’s duties while unnecessarily restrained, other times it would be to perform a difficult task that felt impossible at the time.

  Timed tasks were one of her favorites, like making me fetch something from her dungeon while wearing a hobble dress that made stairs extremely difficult. I often failed those and earned a punishment.

  I both dreaded and craved those failures, since it meant a session in the dungeon where they’d punish me with strict bondage, corporeal punishments, and sexual torments. It was both heaven and hell, yet it wasn’t cruel torture… they loved me too much to do any real harm and I trusted them completely.

  I hoped she didn’t set me up for failure tonight, though, since her friend Claire was coming over and I wasn’t sure I was ready to let someone else in on our private scenes. Still, I was warned it would happen sooner or later, and it was just another necessary part of my training as a submissive.

  Obedience, trust, submission, and both the desire to please and the ability to do so… I wanted to learn it all, and there were no better teachers than Sylvia and Claude. Heck… Sylvia had such a top-notch reputation as a Domme and her services were in such high demand, she’d had to take herself off the market, so to speak, only continuing with a few select clients.

  After putting everything in order, I gave the bar a quick cleaning, and with no instructions to the contrary, went back to the kitchen to see if Billy needed any more help. He still hadn’t returned, but his to-do list was on the fridge door and there was a wide variety of jobs I could handle.

  I chose to cut up veggies for a dipping platter so I could get off my feet for a few minutes, even though it meant my butt plug pressed in at an awkward angle. Nothing’s perfect, but getting off my feet for even twenty minutes or so was well worth it.

  Billy gave me a nod when he passed by and saw what I was doing, telling me to grab white tablecloths after I was done with the veggie platter. It meant this would be a more formal affair than I’d anticipated, and my uniform would probably be ‘upgraded’ before dinner. Great.

  Sure enough, as soon as I had the tables set and Billy began hauling out the snacks, I was given the keys to my restraints and instructed to shower and wait in my room. It was a real relief to get out of the corset, although I didn’t mind it as much now as when I first started wearing one. A body can adapt to almost anything if given enough time.

  Going from a six inch heel to a flat foot was almost worse than wearing the stupid things all day, but at least that ache only lasted a few minutes. I did a few stretches to speed the adjustment along before tackling the next stage.

  Getting the butt plug out wasn’t too bad, and neither was the first ben-wa ball, but the second ball was being stubborn today. Even squatting, pushing, coughing, and jumping up and down wouldn’t get it out, and I had to use some extra lube before the sucker popped free. I put everything to the side for later cleaning.

  Now free of everything except for my sterling silver collar, I started the shower, looking longingly at the bathtub while I waited for the water to warm up. Maybe I’d have the time to soak before bed, but Sylvia specifically said to shower, so time was probably short at the moment.

  Even rushing as fast as I could, I found a dinner tray waiting for me when I stepped out into my bedroom. I have no idea how Billy put together a shrimp and lobster dinner in the short time he’d had, but the proof was before me and I dug in with gusto.

  I probably inhaled it faster than I should’ve, but I was still worried about how much time I had and it was too damn good to eat slowly. I was still picking my teeth in search of tasty remnants when Claude walked in.

  I immediately fell to my knees and assumed the waiting position with my knees shoulder width apart, back ramrod straight, chest out, head slightly down, and hands clasped in the small of my back. He went straight to the ‘accessories’ wardrobe and unlocked it, knowing exactly what he wanted, filling the cart with no wasted motions.

  A fat, stubby vibrator, a slightly bigger butt plug than my normal one, and a pair of thick rubber panties was the first order of business. He seemed to be in a hurry so I helped him as much as I could, even taking the butt plug in on the first push without any urging on his part.

  We had no trouble with the vibrator, of course, and a liberal use of baby powder even made the panties easily slide into place. He let me adjust it all for as much comfort as I could get before putting the under-cup corset on me. I liked that one, since while it was tighter around the stomach, having my upper chest free helped compensate a lot.

  He did the laces medium tight and let me get used to it while he moved back down to my legs. Black fishnet stockings ran right to the very edge of the panties, and glossy black ankle boots were locked into place. It felt like they had a mere four inch heel, which was a real relief compared to the foot-killers I’d been wearing earlier.

  He did a second pass on the corset laces that left me breathing shallowly before removing my normal collar to allow for the installation of a strict posture collar. I didn’t exactly mind wearing one, but I hated having to work in it since it pretty much removed my ability to look down to see what I was doing, and several accidents had happened in the past.

  He did a third pass on the corset laces which left me gasping for air, and I was sure this was the tightest one I’d ever worn. I briefly wondered what my waist reduction was, but didn’t have time to think about it since it was time for my main uniform.

  Made of shiny black and white latex, the kinky maid outfit was one of his favorites. It was a bitch to put on since it was so tight, but it felt even sexier than it looked. I loved latex. He locked leather cuffs on my wrists but left them free right now so he could polish the uniform properly.

  I hadn’t known it before I came to join them, but unpolished latex actually looked dull and pretty ugly. That was never a problem around here, though, since both Sylvia and Claude loved the reactions they got out of me from a good, firm polishing. Today was no exception, and I was aching with desire before he was even halfway done.

  My wrists were connected with a longer than usual chain, but it ran through a ring on the front of the corset, so if I wanted to get full extension with one arm, it meant my other would be pulled to my stomach. It made serving something like soup a risky business, but it was doable if I concentrated hard enough.

  I hesitated for the first time when I saw which gag he’d selected, since it was the one I hated most of all; the inflatable rubber panel gag. My reluctance must’ve been plain on my face since he frowned at my hesitation, but I opened my mouth to accept it before he had to resort to tweaking a nipple in order to force the issue.

  He buckl
ed it firmly but not cruelly tight, although that was a small mercy since it was the inflation part that I dreaded. He screwed in the pump and went slowly, but each squeeze pushed the bladder closer to the back of my throat and caused my cheeks to puff out like I was a squirrel.

  He gave it an extra squeeze or two due to my hesitation, but it wasn’t quite bad enough for me to use my safe word, and he looked pleased as a result. He had me stand and spin slowly around so he could inspect how I looked, and went back to the wardrobe for a last minute addition.

  He chose an ultra-tight, knee length latex hobble skirt, and the freedom I’d been enjoying disappeared in an instant. Even without shackles around my ankles, I couldn’t take more than six inch steps once he got the skirt in place.

  Now he looked satisfied at the picture I presented, but swore when he glanced at the clock and saw the time. He got me downstairs in a hurry by the simple expedient of picking me up and carrying me all the way to the kitchen.

  Before leaving me to finish the trip on my own, he threw me a wicked grin and reached into his pocket. I felt the toy between my legs start humming at a low speed, and knew I’d be distracted all night. I hoped there wasn’t a soup course for dinner, or someone might wind up wearing it.

  The Houseguest

  Dinner was interesting, to say the least. Claire was in a mischievous mood and it quickly rubbed off on both Claude and Sylvia, to the detriment of us submissive types. I’m not sure what ‘accessories’ Billy was wearing, but if they were anything like mine then I felt sorry for him.

  It was bad enough that Claude played almost constantly with the levels of my vibrator, but being forced to serve with precision while on the verge of orgasm was wearing me down fast. When you’re pouring wine that costs over five hundred bucks per bottle, you don’t spill a single drop no matter what distractions you’re forced to endure.

  Claire had fun throughout the night by ‘accidentally’ dropping things I’d have to pick up for her. With what I was wearing, looking down, bending over, and even squatting were damn near impossible.

  It took me over ten minutes to retrieve a spoon that bounced under the table, and Claude ran my vibrator at full speed the entire time. It was a good orgasm, although I was sure I’d be paying the price for it later. Sylvia was mostly having fun with Billy tonight, so I had at least a slight break, although she usually made up for lost time whenever Billy had to go inside for something.

  It seemed like forever before dessert was served and things started winding down, and while I’d actually enjoyed showing off my newly acquired ability to serve under any conditions, I was glad when it was over since I was beat. Of course, I still had to clean up and help put things away, but that was something I was familiar with and it went fast.

  A little too fast for my own good, as it turned out, since now I had three unoccupied dominants looking for some amusement, and me with no excuse to slip away. Sure enough, Sylvia ordered me to go and wait for them down in the dungeon.

  While I knew the day was coming when they’d introduce someone else into our play, I still hoped it would’ve been sometime in the far distant future. I still had a glimmer of hope, though, since Claire was a switch and might be the target of tonight’s fun, and I might just be watching and learning. Yeah right sure.

  It took me around fifteen minutes to navigate the stairs, so I didn’t have long to wait for their arrival. Sylvia knew my limits and capabilities better than I did sometimes. They were laughing at some joke of Claire’s when they sauntered through the door, and my heart rate instantly doubled out of fear, anticipation, and uncertainty.

  Working together, they stripped away everything except my panties, corset, and posture collar and quickly had me fastened to the St. Andrew’s cross with over a dozen wide leather straps. It was twice as many as normal, and I wondered why they put in the extra effort. Technically speaking, four was enough to keep me in place and eight kept me very effectively immobile, so the amount they used was simply overkill.

  After rushing to get me set up for the scene they’d planned, they pretty much ignored me after I was bound, and resumed their previous conversation about a trip Claire had just returned from. The night just kept getting weirder and weirder.

  The only person who paid me at least a little attention was Claude, who kept me occupied by playing with the remote vibe still held firmly in place by my panties. It wasn’t until Billy hobbled in that they finally got down to business.

  His outfit was stripped faster than mine was since he wasn’t wearing as much, although I saw he’d been wearing a cock cage all night. That must’ve been a bitch with the way Sylvia had been teasing him earlier.

  That was also removed, and leather cuffs were locked onto his wrists and ankles. He was tied on his back on the low padded bench, but that was the extent of his restraints… they didn’t even gag him. The reason why became apparent a moment later.

  Both girls stripped down and climbed on top of him, Sylvia over his face and Claire over his crotch. Claude pulled up a chair next to the bench and fondled their breasts, kissing one or the other as the mood struck.

  As I watched the four of them go at it, I found it highly erotic and wished I was a part of it, my earlier trepidation replaced with jealousy at being left out. I wasn’t gagged and almost said something, but they might be testing me so it’d be best if I remained silent.

  Claude turned my vibrator to high at the same time Claire lifted a leg up and positioned herself over Billy’s shaft, sliding down slowly and carefully until she was fully impaled. I saw her start to rock back and forth, but then my own needs took precedence and I closed my eyes.

  My orgasm came quickly, but Billy was even faster. I heard him shout in release a moment before I did, our voices echoing in the enclosed space and sounding louder than usual. Being so tightly bound seemed to amplify my orgasm, and with the vibrator still working away I was able to extend it into something truly special.

  Unfortunately, Claude left it running like that and it was quickly doing its job and bringing me right back up again almost painfully fast. Still unwilling to speak I tried to catch his eye, but he only had eyes for Sylvia at the moment. He had an industrial strength lip-lock on her face, and she was frantically trying to unbutton his shirt.

  Claire was no help either, and was rubbing a hand over her clit at a furious pace, trying to finish what Billy couldn’t last long enough to do. It was unreal… within an hour we’d gone from a regular, relaxed evening to a full blown orgy.

  Was this going to be the new norm for the next few months while Claire stayed here? I hoped not, since while it might be fun for a while, I knew I didn’t have the endurance to handle it over an extended period of time. As my second orgasm came closer and closer, I vaguely thought I might not even have enough stamina to handle the first night!

  Sylvia and Claire came at almost the same time, and their screams of ecstasy gave me the last nudge I needed as well. It was a trio of screams, moans, and gasps this time, and there was almost too much going on at once to take it all in.

  I came down hard from this climax and lay limp in my bonds with my lungs heaving as much as they could under the restrictive corset. Now the vibrations in my crotch really were getting painful and I needed it shut off immediately, if not sooner.

  Claude had finished cumming sometime during my recovery, and was able to notice the changed tone of my grunts and groans. Pulling the remote from the pocket of his discarded clothes, he threw me a smile and a wink before turning to down to medium, sliding it in Claire’s direction and hitting her in the foot.

  Medium was still too powerful for my liking, but I’d take anything I could get at this point. It wasn’t like I had any say in the matter anyway. When I said I wanted to be completely controlled by them, I meant it, and that meant I rarely got what I wanted or expected.

  All of my earlier failures were due to me not trusting or obeying them, and life had gotten so much better once I figured that out. This was just another p
art of it, although I was a little worried that Claire held my remote now.

  My worry doubled when they left to go to bed, leaving Claire in charge of us for the rest of the night. She pretty much ignored me at first, since Billy was up to a second round by now and she wasn’t about to waste any time. She mounted him again and began bucking and bouncing for all she was worth, using one hand for balance and the second for additional stimulation between her legs.

  She was covered in a sheen of sweat from her frantic exertions and the muscles in her legs must’ve been burning, but she never slowed a single bit until she came, followed shortly by Billy. Wow, what a ride… I was exhausted just watching them.

  Claire practically collapsed on top of him and lay there for a long time while my vibrator, even on medium speed, was working its magic on me again. She finally looked up when she heard me cumming, watching almost clinically as it pulsed through me, leaving me a complete wreck when it passed.

  She thankfully shut the toy off at that point and climbed off of Billy, cleaning herself off with the towels I kept the room stocked with for just that purpose. She threw a robe over her shoulders and came to stand before me, checking my eyes to see if I was able to think clearly yet.

  “I’m not sure how much you’ve been told about the purpose of my visit, but I’m going to lay it out for you both to make sure there are no mistakes. Claude doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to be a daddy soon. To that end, one of my jobs is to make sure you’re both kept too exhausted to even think about screwing around with them.

  “I’m somewhat of a fertility expert and will be helping Sylvia as much as possible, and while I know neither of you two would deliberately mess with our plans, I don’t believe in taking any chances. As far as Claude is concerned, I’m here to learn some tricks from Sylvia and while she’ll still be topping me once in a while, as far as you two are concerned I’m your new Mistress. Any questions?”