by L. L. Chance
She was also close to a major orgasm, and timing it to near perfection, Sylvia turned off the vibrator just before she could pop, leaving her hanging on the edge and whimpering her disappointment. We got her off the pyramid fairly quickly after that, but I had to hold her sitting upright for the next stage since her limbs were all but useless right now.
Sylvia chose four suspension cuffs and worked around me to get them in place, while I held her and massaged some life back into her strained shoulders. A four foot spreader bar went between her ankles and a three foot one between her wrists, with the latter getting attached to the ceiling hoist.
Sylvia slowly cranked the arm to raise it up, the clacking of the gears sounding unnaturally loud in the otherwise silent room. There was an electric winch installed, but Sylvia preferred the hand-crank one for the psychological effect the ratchet caused. Claire’s limp body was slowly raised to an upright position and beyond, until her toes were barely touching the concrete floor.
Even with suspension cuffs, I knew this was another deceptively hard position to endure. I didn’t know it before embracing the submissive lifestyle, but hanging from your wrists was almost exactly like being crucified. The hyperextension of the chest muscles and lungs could actually asphyxiate a person or cause all sorts of other Bad Things to happen.
She wanted me to remove Claire’s gag and give her a drink of water before continuing, and I had to use a stepping stool to do it. It would’ve been a lot easier when she was sitting on the floor, but I guess she had her reasons.
The gag stayed out after I finished, since it was time for my first lesson in the use of the single tail whip and Claire needed her voice in case I messed up and started doing some real damage to the exposed parts of her flesh. She had a glint of fear in her eyes when she saw me step in front of her with the dangerous whip, but to be fair, I probably had a similar look in my own.
I was supposed to practice my swing and hit her only on the corset for now, but the four foot long tail was harder to control than I thought. A slight mistake in my trajectory meant it could coil around her body and strike a completely different spot than what I was actually aiming for.
I found swinging a little harder actually helped keep it under control, and following through with my arm meant I could lash it across the front without it curling around behind her. It was a little tricky at first, but it wasn’t rocket science and I was soon able to deliver the blows close to where I wanted them.
She had me practice for about fifteen minutes straight once I found my groove, and then it was time for a short break for both Claire and my arm. We removed the corset while she was resting, which made a huge difference in her recovery time, and it wasn’t long before it was time to continue, this time for real.
She cautioned me against hitting vulnerable areas like the kidneys, and then let me loose to ‘do my worst’ as she put it. Of course she said that with a wink, but Claire definitely looked nervous at her words.
I started on the outsides of her thighs, letting the occasional lash wrap around to land on her ass, slowly moving up to her stomach and finally to her breasts. I gave her about twenty there and then worked my way downward, finishing up exactly where I’d begun.
Her body was a mass of thin red stripes and she was breathing heavily, but she hadn’t uttered more than a muted grunt the whole time, so I guess I did a pretty good job for my rookie attempt. I moved around back so I could make the back of her legs and ass match the front, and was able to make the strikes land much more evenly this time, even though my arm was starting to get a little tired from the unaccustomed exercise.
Sylvia gave me a little golf clap after I’d finished, and lowered Claire down until she was sitting on the floor. She never complained about sitting on the fresh welts, but maybe the cool concrete was actually soothing on her well-marked ass.
“That went much better than expected,” Sylvia said. “Someone’s first time with the whip is usually fairly comical… except to the person being whipped, of course.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “Did I hit you too hard, Claire?”
“My hound dog’s tail whips me harder,” she said, sounding amused at my concern.
I actually burst out laughing at that, which set the others off as well. Ok, if that’s the way it was, then I’d be more than willing to oblige her with a little more vigor during our next session. I could hardly wait.
A Major Concern
We gave her a break until after lunch, although break is a relative term when you’re bound in a straitjacket and held trapped in a chair by an oversized butt plug. We both took turns feeding her bites of a salad and slices of fruit, some of which were ‘seasoned’ from her moist folds before being offered to her.
Sylvia had things to take care of after lunch and needed my assistance, so she had me use a cleverly modified ball gag on her. It was larger than normal but had a fair bit of compression to it, and also had two very strategic holes bored through it.
The first hole was larger than the second and was used to make breathing easier. The second hole had a clear vinyl tube attached and ran into a two liter water bottle. If the person wearing it wanted a drink, she could use her tongue to plug off the breathing hole and get the required suction, and if not, then breathing in water was impossible.
We left her safely bound and gagged on the patio while we went upstairs to take care of Sylvia’s needs. She was only a few days away from the perfect point in her cycle, and she was bound and determined to get a bun in the oven this time.
Sylvia couldn’t easily get pregnant, so she was watching her diet, taking her temperature regularly, and following every old-wives tale she could find in order to get it to stick. She also had a regimen of fertility drugs and pills she had to take, and sorting that out was what she wanted me to help her with today.
I had a hard time figuring out Claire’s chicken scratches, but eventually worked it out and started assembling it all into pill boxes so Sylvia would be all set for the rest of the week. I paused when I came to some pills marked simply as ‘#28’.
I thought it was funny they were labeled like that, since birth control pills I’d used in the past were called Yaz-28. They even looked the same from what I could recall, and I started getting a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Was Claire really trying to help Sylvia get pregnant, or was she slipping her birth control pills for some reason? Did she have some sort of secret agenda planned, or was I being overly suspicious? I didn’t know what to do about my suspicions, but I knew I couldn’t come right out to Sylvia and accuse her best friend. I’d have to tread carefully and find out on my own.
***
I groaned when my alarm went off at four in the morning, since the one thing I hated more than anything else was getting up early. Still, I had a job to do, and this was the best time to get it done without anyone finding out what I was up to.
Even with bare feet I treaded lightly down the hall to avoid disturbing anyone as I made my way down to Claude’s office. My goal was his filing cabinet, and while he always kept it locked, I knew where he kept the key.
The file I wanted was easy to find since it was about three inches thick, and prominently marked as ‘Estate Legal’. I sat down at his desk and began flipping through it, hoping I wouldn’t find anything to confirm my suspicions, but not holding out much hope.
He had several legal documents under the living trust heading, and I was shocked to find out he’d set me up with my current salary for a minimum of twenty years, regardless if I was actually working for him or not. I’d be set for life no matter what happened, and I had tears in my eyes at the loving and generous thing he’d secretly done for me.
It took me several minutes before I was able to continue, and many more before I found what I was looking for. In a sub-section of his will, there was a familial heir clause that stated primogeniture was a primary concern.
It meant that if Claude got anyone pregnant, the mother and baby would automa
tically receive half of his estate, regardless of anything else detailed in his will. Did Claire know about this and was she trying to cash in? Was she really here to sabotage Sylvia’s attempt at giving him his heir? It made perfect sense to me, but could I prove it?
I put everything back exactly as I found it and went up to my room to think. I stayed up pacing and thinking for the rest of the night but didn’t figure out how to prove my theory without confronting Claire head-on, and I couldn’t do that on my flimsy evidence.
I needed real proof or an actual confession before bring this to their attention, and that was where the heart of my problem lay. There was one thing I could do, however, and that was go back to the pill boxes I’d filled yesterday and remove all the #28 pills. There was no way Claire was going to get away with this… I’d do whatever it took to make sure of that.
***
I wasn’t exactly at my best the next day due to a lack of sleep, but I put on a perky expression and tried to cover my exhaustion as much as possible. I ran through our morning session with Claire on autopilot, but managed to earn some praise by successfully working her over with a pair of floggers.
I was definitely hitting her harder today, but her flippant comment about her dog’s tail yesterday gave me the perfect excuse for why I was upping my game. I wasn’t trying to beat a confession out of her (yet), but I definitely felt better after working out some of my aggression and frustration.
Sylvia decided Claire needed a change of pace for the afternoon, so she was put into restraints that wouldn’t be overly stressful unless she tried to fight them. I guess I hadn’t masked my fatigue as well as I thought, since she also ordered me to take a real day off to relax.
I was a little miffed at having my plans changed without any notice, but realized she was probably right; I wouldn’t be able to figure anything out while my brain was sluggish. It was a nice day so I decided to get some sun.
One big advantage to my recent training was a complete lack of body shyness around my friends. It meant no more tan-lines for me since I could just strip and soak in the rays without worrying about who was checking out my ass or tits.
It really did feel good to lay back and do nothing. The sun was hot, but there was the faintest of breezes today that kept me from overheating too fast. If anything, it was almost too perfect and I had a hard time staying awake. Sure enough, I gave in and fell asleep before long, and woke to find Claude gently shaking my arm.
“You’re going to turn into a crispy critter if you stay out here much longer,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied, rubbing my eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“No problem… saving the damsel in distress is the job of us White Knight types.”
I laughed at his use of my secret name for him, feeling much better after my little power nap.
“Then save me one more time and get some suntan lotion on my back.”
It felt great to have his strong fingers not only cover my back in lotion, but massage away a few of the kinks my awkward sleeping position had caused. Things might’ve progressed into more than that, but I remembered Sylvia’s plan in time and broke it up, pleading exhaustion. He had more important things to do with his little swimmers than waste them on me.
“I guess I’ll get back to work since you’re busy at the moment, but can I ask you one last thing?”
“Of course,” I replied, turning to look at him.
“Our anniversary is coming up this weekend, and with how busy I’ve been lately, I haven’t had time to think of a good gift. Any ideas on what I can get her?”
Like a bolt of lightning, a plan entered my mind. I knew not only the perfect gift, but it’d also let me work on Claire without any interference, and maybe get the answers and proof I needed to ruin her plans.
“Take her on a weekend trip,” I said, excitement creeping into my voice. “Get tickets for an extravagant show she wants to see, like a musical in London or an opera in Italy… something totally unexpected. Make it a weekend she’ll never forget.”
“That’s probably the best fucking idea I’ve ever heard in my entire life. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you’re a guy,” I teased him in a deadpan voice. “And also because you’ve been working your ass off lately and ignoring her. Take her on a trip, give her an overdose of romance, and most of all, have some fun. I’m not the only one around here who needs to relax.”
He grabbed me in a big bear hug and gave me a kiss that melted my bones in an instant, but luckily he didn’t notice the effect he’d had on me. He was too excited about having a plan that’d make Sylvia ecstatic, and rushed off to see what was available.”
I was pretty happy myself, and not just because I did my good deed for the day. As soon as they left I’d be able to take charge of Claire, and one way or another, I’d get my answers.
Interrogation
Things couldn’t have worked out better if I orchestrated it myself. Not only were Sylvia and Claude gone for three whole days, but Billy decided to visit his sister in Florida so I had the whole house to myself. Except for Claire, of course, but that was the whole point.
Sylvia was a little reluctant to leave me in charge, but surprisingly it was Claire who told her not to worry about it, and it would be fun to see what I could do without being fed instructions all the time. With her knowledge and my willingness to learn, she didn’t foresee any problems, so Sylvia eventually agreed.
Claire was now under my complete control, and while she had a safe word to use if things got out of hand, I was calling the shots and might decide to have selective hearing unless it was something like a serious circulation issue. I wanted her to confess, but I didn’t want to cripple her.
With that thought in mind, I decided to start off with the evil rubber armbinder. It would keep her arms firmly out of the way, yet circulation shouldn’t be an issue with the way the force was spread out so evenly. That would let me concentrate on my interrogation with one less thing to worry about.
She was still standing by the front door where Sylvia, in a fit of whimsy, had clipped her leash as they said their goodbyes. With her hands cuffed behind her back she couldn’t undo the simple clip, but now it was time for me to take charge, and I wanted to set the mood immediately.
Rather than pulling her to the dungeon by her collar, I removed the leash completely and ran it around her upper arms, pulling it tight by feeding the clip end through the hand loop. I actually got her elbows to touch that way, and after wrapping it around a second time and cinching it off, I roughly forced her down to the dungeon.
I hooked the ceiling pulley through the D-ring on her collar and pulled it up until she was taut and wouldn’t be going anywhere while I sorted through the things I’d need first. I found it almost funny that I’d been planning this for days, yet now that it was happening, I had a hard time deciding on how to actually go about it.
I was familiar with the entire contents of the dungeon since it was my job to clean, maintain, and organize all of the equipment. (Plus a lot of it was regularly used on me whenever Sylvia wanted to play.) I seemed to have brain lock over all the choices available, and grabbed the armbinder so I had something to do while I thought things through. After all, a Domme should never appear indecisive or weak.
Normally a bit of a challenge, with her arms already held tight together, the sleeve slid up her arms with ease, and by buckling the lower straps first, I was able to keep them together when I removed the leash. I’d have to remember that trick for the future.
I had to remind myself that the armbinder was for long term use this time, and refrained from tightening the straps as much as I wanted to. Ok… maybe there was a little bit of vindictive bitch in me after all, but I kept that part firmly under control and did it right.
I still hadn’t decided exactly how I wanted to start the scene, so I stripped off her corset, panties, and shoes, leaving her with only the collar and armbinder. Losing her shoes meant she lost
a bit of height, and now the collar around her neck was starting to choke her. It didn’t look too terribly bad so I let her struggle for a minute, but didn’t want to risk it for long.
I lowered the pulley and let her catch her breath while I switched the hook to the end of the armbinder. I pulled it right back up again, forcing her to bend over in a harsh strappado, and tied it off to let her stew for a while.
I still wasn’t sure how to proceed, but I covered it by making a show of inspecting the various toys on the wall, humming with delight whenever I caressed something particularly nasty. It must’ve been hard for her to hold her head up for long, but she never took her eyes off me, and I could tell she was getting really nervous over some of the items my hands lingered on.
I used that as a way of selecting the first few accessories I’d use on her, and since her eyes had gone really wide when I was holding a butt plug shaped like three balls stuck together, I picked it up again and slowly lubed it in front of her.
She was shaking her head when I approached her with it, but knew better than to voice her complaint. That didn’t mean she was going to submit easily to it, and she held her legs tight together, puckering her ass as well to try and deny me.
Fine… if she wanted to play that way, then I knew what to do. I stuck the plug into the top of the armbinder and got a pair of leather ankle cuffs and the four foot spreader bar. She didn’t make it easy for me to get the cuffs on, so I grabbed a rattan cane and let her have two quick lashes on her ass.
“One way or another, this is going to happen,” I told her. “You’re my prisoner now, and fighting will only earn you a lot of pain.”
I punctuated my comment with two more harsh lashes, and that was enough to make her realize I was serious. I soon had her legs spread wide and her ass available to accept the plug. I really just wanted to ram the thing home in one shot, but repressed the urge and worked it in slowly and properly.
