The Bound Lily

by L. L. Chance

  “I think we’ve put the fear of God in our little Lily,” she said, barely able to contain a smile.

  “Considering the fact that she’s the one responsible for giving me the idea for our anniversary weekend, I’m tempted to go easy on her,” Claude said.

  “I’m not, but I’ll defer to your judgment in this matter, since you know how strongly I feel about submissive safety. How about we let Claire take care of her for a few days instead of punishing her ourselves?”

  “I’m not sure that qualifies as going easy on her, but it’s fitting. Let the punishment suit the crime, as they say.”

  “Claire did say it was the most exciting and intense kidnap scene she’d ever experienced, so I doubt she’ll flay the skin off her back in retribution.”

  “True, but she said her storyline kinda sucked, and Lily didn’t even ask the most common of interrogation questions. She really needs to read more spy stories if she’s ever going to try it again,” Claude argued.

  “That’s neither here nor there; she did her best, and now it’s up to Claire to have her turn at some fun and games, or at least it will be whenever she wakes up. Maybe she can teach our little Lily how those kinds of scenes should really play out,” Sylvia countered.

  “I’ll let it lie for a few days, but I’ve got my own ideas on some fun and games I’ve always wanted to try, and this is the perfect time to try them out. Enjoy your week with Claire if you can, little one… come Friday night, you’re all mine.”

  ***

  Claire wasn’t nearly as hard on me as I’d initially feared, although she definitely didn’t go easy. She decided she liked the continuous restraint and control experience I’d given her, and that meant she was my constant companion all week long. I thought she was being a control freak when she first arrived, but that was nothing compared to what she did in the aftermath of her interrogation.

  Now I couldn’t even go to the bathroom by myself, and was forced to endure a twice-daily enema at her hands. She bathed me, dressed me, restrained me and undressed me… if I didn’t know any better I’d say she was almost in love with me. It was very weird, but not entirely unpleasant.

  I wasn’t a hundred percent convinced she still didn’t have an eye on providing Claude with the all-important firstborn heir, but it wasn’t an issue since she never left my side until Friday evening when Claude took charge.

  Rather than the leather or latex I’d grown used to, I found a beautiful red silk dress draped over a manikin in my room. The table next to it held white stockings, black high heel shoes, and a half-corset that matched my skin tone perfectly.

  It also held a gold necklace that looked so beautiful it was hard to notice it was really a fancy slave collar, complete with built-in D-rings. It came with matching bracelets, and it was all I could do to keep from laughing at his audacity.

  He came up to help me get dressed, and once again I practically melted in his arms at his attentions. Things might easily have progressed to the inevitable end, but we were on a tight schedule and he hustled me out of my room with a mere playful slap to my ass.

  Billy was waiting at the front door with a gorgeous woven shawl that he draped over my shoulders, and the girls were already outside sitting in the limo waiting for us. I was directed to sit between them, and immediately had my arms grabbed and stretched out to the sides and behind their backs. When they leaned into the seat, my arms were effectively trapped. It was a surprise, but kind of cool.

  Unlike mine, their hands were still free and they put them to good use on the way to the restaurant, mauling my tits mercilessly and even teasing me down below. I was breathing heavily when we arrived, and my nipples were almost painfully trying to poke holes in my fancy new dress.

  Before stepping out, Claude had one more accessory for me to put on; a butterfly vibrator. I started to panic when he belted it in place, since after the girls attentions I was extremely hot and bothered, and it would take mere seconds to push me over the edge.

  He only turned it on for a brief test, and then straightened out my clothes and let the girls fix my makeup before leading us inside. Dinner consisted of food and stuff, I guess, but I couldn’t tell you what it was I ate. Claude kept playing with the remote for my vibe, and my concentration was reserved for keeping my impending explosion bottled up.

  I barely made it.

  Unfortunately, the night was far from over. The drive to the theater was a repeat of our trip to the restaurant, except Claude took care of things south of the border this time with his insidious little toy. I was starting to look pretty rough from their combined assault, and we wound up sitting in the limo for an extra fifteen minutes or so while I calmed down and they repaired the damage they’d caused to my appearance.

  Once I was presentable again, we went inside and were escorted to the private balcony booth, Claude had reserved for us. Silvia and Claire took the seats on either side of me, while Claude chose to sit in the second row for some reason. When I felt my feet get pulled back and heard the clink of a chain, I knew why.

  Sure enough, I found my feet firmly attached to the bottom of the seat, and while I was distracted by that, the girls attached my bracelets to the armrests. They adjusted the shawl to cover my wrists in case an usher or waiter came by, and then sat back like everything was perfectly normal.

  I felt Claude lean forward and drape his arms over my shoulders, slowly slipping a hand under the shawl and inside my dress. I gasped when he pinched my nipple, and then firmly clenched my teeth together to avoid making any more noises. His free hand held the remote for my vibe, but Sylvia quickly grabbed it, freeing his hand so he could grope my other breast.

  This was going to be a long show, and I hoped like hell he remembered to put up a do not disturb sign or something. What little I managed to see of the play seemed interesting, but it was all in French and I couldn’t understand a damn thing anyway.

  I don’t think it was important, since I was the star of the night and everyone kept their attention focused on me. By the end of the first act, I almost wished they would’ve brought a gag, no matter what it would’ve looked like, since I wanted nothing more than to scream out in an orgasmic release of epic proportions.

  By the end of the second act my orgasm was becoming almost painful to contain, but Claude wasn’t about to let up. He’d been slowing inching up the power as the show reached the finale, and I could barely control myself.

  “You know,” Claire said, tapping me on my stomach with her rolled up program. “It really isn’t over until the fat lady sings.”

  It took me a moment to figure out what she meant, and the realization that I wasn’t going anywhere until I came actually pushed me past the point of no return. I started bucking in my seat, and Claude instantly turned the power up to full blast.

  Sylvia locked lips with me to help contain my noise while the mother of all orgasms crashed through my body. I knew I was creating a spectacle, and my only hope was that between the darkness and the excitement of the finale, nobody was looking this way.

  The waves of pleasure kept coming for far longer than normal, and I vaguely wondered if I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me. I pretty much collapsed in my chair when it finally let me go, and I sat there with my eyes closed as I tried to control my breathing as discreetly as possible.

  I stood with the others when I heard the applause start, wondering when they’d released my fetters. I guess it really didn’t matter, though, since it appeared Claude’s little game was over. I might’ve been disappointed if I wasn’t so exhausted, and I fell asleep the moment we got back in the car.

  The New Order

  Everyone seemed to think our little excursion was a lot of fun, and Claude picked a different venue each time in order to continue the game and keep things exciting. We went to the movies, had a picnic in the park, and attended an outdoor concert.

  I was usually restrained, sometimes gagged, and always teased to at least one massive orgasm. I think the hardest one fo
r me to get through was the trip to the art gallery, simply because even the tiniest whimper that made it past my lips drew immediate attention from the people around us.

  The baseball game we went to the next day was a walk in the park in comparison, and I knew that for a fact since we’d done that walk last Tuesday, although I wasn’t able to do any actual walking.

  Claire dressed like a nurse and pushed me around in a wheelchair, while Claude and Sylvia followed behind a short ways. It sounded simple to start with, but the trip lasted for more than six hours, and since it was a cooler day, I had a scarf wrapped around my lower face to hide the large foam gag I was wearing.

  I was instructed to cum every time I heard the clock tower ring at the top of the hour, and if I tried to hold it back, I’d be penalized with three in a row, no matter how many people were around. I learned to obey in a hurry.

  We spent time on the beach, went boating in the bay, and every time it seemed like Claude was running out of ideas, the girls were quick to pitch in with a fresh new list of activities to try. At first I was scared shitless every time I heard we were going out, but after a while, I began enjoying our outings tremendously. The last of my shyness seemed to have evaporated somewhere along the way, and I didn’t miss it in the least.

  All good things must come to an end, though, and our end came when a cop saw them stuffing my naked, bound, and gagged body into a locker at the bus station. It took a lot of fast talking and a huge ‘donation’ on Claude’s part before he agreed to let us go on our way, but we had to promise to never do anything like that again. It was fun while it lasted.

  We decided to stick to our own turf after that, but that didn’t mean there were any boring days. The four of us seemed to have formed a bond, and the only one not constantly with us was Billy. In fact, now that I thought of it, other than at meals I hadn’t seen him around in quite some time.

  I had a rare moment of free time right now, so I sought him out to ask if something was wrong. I found him working on the computer in the library, and I knew something was up when he frantically closed whatever it was he was looking at when he saw me approaching.

  “Spill it,” I said as bluntly as possible. “Or do I need to tie you up before you tell me what’s wrong, just like you did to me when I felt all messed up.”

  “Where are the others?” he asked.

  “They’re all picking berries down by the stream, why?”

  “Something stinks around here, and I’m not talking about body odor. I’ve got a theory that Claire is working to keep Sylvia from getting pregnant, and not helping like she claims.”

  “I thought something like that myself last month, and that’s why I put her through the intense interrogation scene… it wasn’t roleplaying at all, and there’s no way she could’ve hid anything from me at the end.”

  “Maybe so, maybe no… the thing that worries me now is that we both came to the same conclusions independent of each other, and in my eyes that confirms the theory.”

  “I’m still willing to entertain the thought, but if we’re right, how do we prove it and how do we stop her?”

  “I was searching online for a lab I could send the meds to for analysis. It’s the only proof I can think of that can’t be faked or disputed. The only problem I’m having is that most places seem to have a two month waiting list before they can run it.”

  “If that’s the only problem, then a large infusion of cash into the right pocket should fix it in a hurry.”

  “A bribe? Why the hell didn’t I think of that? I’ll get right on it, but in the meantime, keep Claire occupied and away from them.”

  “Consider it done,” I said with a firm nod.

  I wasn’t sure if Billy was delusional or a genius, but either way, I’d back him up any way I could. We were definitely living in interesting times, and I wondered who the bastard was that cursed us.

  ***

  Now that I was watching Claire again, I found her to be hanging onto Claude a lot more than I’d previously thought. When it was the whole group of us, she’d offer a suggestion to Sylvia about a fun way to torment me, and almost immediately take the vacated seat next to him.

  It’s possible she was trying to move in on him right under our noses, but when I volunteered to keep everyone occupied, it pretty much ended any chance of having any freedom to snoop around. For the fourth time in a row, I found myself controlled to an even higher level than I’d previously thought possible, and I could only hope Billy came through on his end sooner rather than later.

  What I really should’ve done was gone through Claire’s room with a fine toothed comb when I had her down in the dungeon, but now it was too late. Heck, I haven’t even been able to get up the damn stairs since I told them to up their game in regards to my bondage.

  Today’s bondage was particularly restrictive, especially considering I was wearing almost nothing at all. Four sets of cuffs, a collar, and a gag shouldn’t have the ability to restrain someone so thoroughly, but add in a few strategically placed straps and it sure did.

  The first strap went through my elbow cuffs and behind my back, where a second one ran up to the strap for the pear shaped gag lodged in my mouth, pulling it in a lot deeper and harder than I was used to. My wrist cuffs were tied to the front of my collar, and it kept my arms pretty much locked in place with the pressure the other straps provided.

  My knee cuffs were tied close enough together that walking was difficult, and combined with a similarly short hobble at the ankles, it meant steps bigger than an inch weren’t happening today. The only good thing about today’s bondage was that I didn’t have to wear any of the increasingly high-heeled shoes they were stuffing me into.

  They had me walking in nine-inch heels yesterday, and I found them almost impossible to endure for more than a few minutes, and of course I wore them for much longer than a few minutes. At least they kept changing things around to make sure I didn’t run into cramping or circulation problems, so that was a small mercy.

  What it really amounted to was a crash course in every possible way to restrain someone, and even Claire was surprised at some of the things Sylvia came up with. As for me, I was still a rookie, creatively speaking, so there wasn’t much that didn’t surprise or shock me.

  Despite the sometimes painful contortions they put my body through, I had to admit I was having fun. I took an almost childlike delight in being the center of attention, and loved the way they controlled and cared for me 24/7.

  Things would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for the possibility of Claire being a snake in the grass. I was at the point now where I almost didn’t care, but needed to find out one way or the other so I knew where we stood. For better or worse, I needed an end to the situation, and if Sylvia didn’t get pregnant this time I thought I might go noisily insane.

  Of course, there was one other option, although I hadn’t wanted to consider it before now… I could try to give Claude his heir myself. I didn’t want his money or estate, and I’d willingly let them adopt the baby since I knew the child would want for nothing.

  Should I risk it now? It might tear apart the family dynamic we’d built together, and would definitely change how they thought of me. On the other hand, it might bring us even closer together. I wish I knew what to do.

  I was still trying to figure it out a week later when I saw Sylvia come down for breakfast with a hangdog look on her face, and I knew it missed again. Claude did screw around with Claire that night as well, although it could’ve just happened as a natural result of the hot, kinky games we were playing.

  I still wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but I definitely knew I’d be a better choice than Claire. I decided to go for it, and now I just needed to figure out how.

  The Ultimate Fantasy

  The next time Claude was restraining me for the night, (they took turns) I figured this was the best chance I’d get of finding out a way to go through with my plan.

  “Can I ask you some
thing, Sir?” I tentatively asked.

  “You just did,” he wryly replied.

  “If you could act out any scene you wanted, with no limits at all, what would it be? In other words, what’s your ultimate bondage fantasy?”

  My question seemed to take him off guard, and it took him a while before he replied.

  “There’s quite a few fantasies I’ve thought about over the years but most of them wouldn’t be practical to actually go through with.”

  “Give me some examples, and maybe we could make something work.”

  “You want to fulfill one of my fantasies?” he asked, looking amused.

  “I think it’d be a lot of fun, and a way to pay back some of what you’ve done for me since we ran into each other that night at the bar.”

  “That’s an incredibly sweet offer, but let me think about it. If I think of something that might work then I’ll let you know, but to be honest, most of them will only work if you don’t know what’s coming.”

  “I kind of like that idea,” I replied. “The surprise factor would add a lot of excitement, but if you’re going to keep it secret from me, then keep as much as possible secret from the others as well. Surprise us all with your cleverness and creativity.”

  “Give me a few days to think things through, and I’ll do my best to come up with a workable scene. What brought this on?”

  “Well, Claire seemed to like the interrogation scene a lot, so I thought why not make the offer to you? As long as it includes bondage and sex then I’m all for it, and if things work out, maybe we can even try a few different ones.”

  “Ah, Lily, we really do love you, you know… it’s times like this that remind me how empty our lives would be without you around.”