by L. L. Chance
“Then all this was for nothing,” I wailed.
“No, it wasn’t for nothing,” he replied, gently stroking my cheek. “Everything you did was because you cared so much for us, and you did it without any thought of a reward. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
“How can I possibly be mad at you, you silly girl?” he chided. “Sylvia will always be number one in my life, but you’re only a fraction of a decimal behind her.”
“That’s the way I think it should be,” I agreed.
“Let’s get you back to the house before we wind up getting mushy with each other all night. My expert scientist tells me the only way to free you from your dastardly prison is frequent and vigorous sex, and the sooner the better. We need to get started as soon as possible, or you might be stuck in that suit for months!”
“Whatever you think is best, Master.”
“Count on it!” he growled.
He gave me a sloppy kiss to take the sting out of his words, and I was content once again, knowing I was in a place where I belonged and was loved. Whatever the future held didn’t matter; I held onto what was in front of me here and now.
I was happy with whatever the winds of fate blew my way, as long as Claude and Sylvia were blown along with me.
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The Lily Unchained
Submissive Bliss
Dear Diary: Life couldn’t get any better than this. I was now an experienced submissive under the two people I loved most in the whole world, and we spent almost every waking moment together. I still had chores to do since I was officially their maid, but chores can be fun when your Master and Mistress play with you while you’re working.
Yesterday they chose a more passive role and simply had me well bound as I did my job… or at least as much of a job I could do while wearing leather sleeves that kept my arms and legs tightly folded over so my feet were pressed into my butt and my hands stuck near my shoulders.
They pretended to ignore me and I pretended to ignore them, but that’s just how the game was playing out… on the surface anyway. Claude would randomly change the settings on the vibrator stuck between my legs and I’d make sure to wiggle my ass in his direction every time I started cleaning a new section of the floor.
Sylvia was a little more obvious in her messing with me, and was going in and out of the pool every fifteen minutes or so, leaving a fresh trail of water for me to clean up with every trip. I kept the house immaculate on the days I got to work mostly unfettered, so make-work sessions like this were increasingly common lately, although they took care to never make me do the same thing twice. Life was never boring with those two in charge.
I’d always liked cleaning, so the job was never onerous. I considered the extracurricular activities to be a major bonus, especially after I embraced my love of bondage and submission. Nighttime was always memorable after a day like today when everyone got slowly worked up, and the ‘overtime’ was usually more exhausting than the actual day job.
I had an extra spring in my step all day, even though they weren’t keeping me occupied with the hands-on approach, simply because Claude said he had something extra special planned for the night. Every day was special in my mind, but if he said it’d be a night I’d never forget than I believed him. I could hardly wait to find out what he’d come up with this time.
My make-work session didn’t last too long since my elbows and knees were getting sore, and they made up for ‘ignoring’ me by giving me one of the best massages of my life. I was in absolute heaven by the time they finished, even more so because of a rather spectacular orgasm they’d given me at the end. Did I mention life couldn’t get any better than this?
I got to work on my tan for an hour or so and did a few laps in the pool to wake myself before dinner, but then got another big surprise. Rather than helping Billy with the preparations like I normally did, Claude laced me into an armbinder and bound me to a chair, saying they were taking care of everything tonight. They really meant it too, since while Claude was restraining me, Sylvia was doing the same thing to Billy. We were at opposite ends of the table and smiled around our gags at each other, unsure of what was going on, but loving it anyway.
Breaking with tradition again, they fed us first, cutting up the steak and lobster into tiny morsels and feeding us by hand. Billy looked to be having a hard time concentrating on his food, though, since Sylvia was sitting on his lap.
Did I mention neither of us was wearing any clothes when they bound us to our chairs? Dinner took at least twice as long as normal, but we weren’t complaining. They even left us bound after it was over, just to make sure they could do the cleanup without any ‘helpful’ interference from us. This was a special night for us indeed, and it had barely even begun.
After dinner came dancing which was also unusual, but a hell of a lot of fun since we were both still wearing our armbinders, and they teased us mercilessly the whole time. I suppose it’d be more accurate to say I got teased to the point of insanity, while Billy got to cum for the second time tonight.
They were sure in a good mood, and I wondered if Sylvia had finally managed to get pregnant. I sure hoped so, since the lack of a child was the only thing missing in her life. I’d tried getting pregnant by Claude myself in order to help her out, but hadn’t had any better luck than she did. I secretly suspected the problem was with Claude, but that’s not something a submissive can speak openly about, no matter how close we all were.
When they announced it was time to go inside, I’d expected to be guided down to the dungeon, but Claude steered me upstairs to their bedroom instead. All of our restraints were removed and they gave us a few minutes to stretch and take care of business, but then wide leather cuffs were locked onto our limbs.
It was a good thing they had such a massive bed or there was no way could’ve bound both of us to it with how wide apart my legs were tied tonight. A chain went from my right wrist cuff, around a bar of the headboard, and was locked to Billy’s left one. Our other wrists and my left leg went to the corner posts, and my right leg was connected to Billy’s ankle chain. It was a weird bind, but I liked it a lot.
Now it was Billy’s turn to be teased by Sylvia, while Claude sent me over the moon three times in a row! He started by burrowing his face in my moist folds and bringing me to climax in record time, although that was no surprise after being tormented all night.
While still coming down from the first one he climbed aboard and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, driving me to the peak a second time before he came himself, and finally he brought me to a third release by rubbing my clit while sucking on my tits. God, he sure knew how to push my buttons.
Sylvia mounted Billy during the last one, and managed to cum at the same time he did, which was amazing considering how long he’d been teased for. She must’ve been incredibly close herself for quite some time.
She was apparently still hungry for more as well, and while the boys were recuperating, she cleaned quickly herself up and laid on top of me in a sixty-nine. I was a little sensitive down south after three orgasms in short order, but she knew that and was gentle with me.
I knew she was still as hot as a firecracker, though, so I went at it full tilt. I concentrated almost exclusively on her clit and had her screaming her passion in under five minutes. After she came down I went as gentle with her as she was with me, and we simply gave each other tender caresses with our tongues for what seemed like ages.
We all had one more orgasm before our surprise orgy ended and we fell asleep in a big tangled mess of limbs. It was without a doubt the best night of my life.
***
Things were a little closer to normal the next morning, although Claude came in while I was showering and offered to wash my back for me. Thirty minutes and a great orgasm later he actually remembered which side of me was my back, and gave me a good scrub. It’s a good thing we had an almost endless supply of hot water or the others wou
ld’ve been pissed at us.
I threw on a light robe to ward off the morning chill and we went down to attack the mounds of food Billy had ready. We all ate more than was good for us, but we’d also burnt a lot of energy last night and needed to refill the tank, so to speak. When we’d finished and Claude said he had an important announcement to make, I was almost bouncing in my chair in anticipation. This had to be it!
“I hope everyone had a pleasant evening last night,” he began, and after we all acknowledged enthusiastically, he continued. “Unfortunately, that’ll be the last such night we’ll get like that for quite some time.”
I sat stone still in shock, the serious and sad expression on his face letting me know this wasn’t going to be the announcement I was expecting.
“The terms of the contract I accepted last month have changed, and I need to go out overseas in order to do my work properly. This won’t be an easy job, and I can’t refuse, no matter how long it takes.”
“Define ‘how long it takes’,” I asked in a quiet voice.
“It could take two years or more.”
“Can we come with you?”
“No. They’re willing to let Sylvia visit once in a while since she’s my wife, but flying a lover out isn’t in the cards. I’m sorry.”
I was beyond stunned. Two years or more without Claude in our lives would be absolutely soul crushing. Sylvia would get to see him at least occasionally, but the loving little utopia we’d built amongst ourselves was over.
He explained a little more about why he needed to go, but I missed most of it since I was trying to hold back my tears. I finally had to excuse myself and go up to my room to let it all out.
Dear Diary: My life sucks.
Changes
We were a subdued and sorry looking group of people at dinner that night. Claude was gone, Sylvia never got her baby, and I was at a loss of what to do. The only thing that helped me keep my composure at all was Sylvia’s needs.
She’d been putting on a brave front, but was completely devastated by this turn of events, and consoling her helped me forget my own misery, at least a little. Her loneliness wasn’t fully apparent until nighttime when she poked her head into my room to ask if I wanted some company tonight.
It wasn’t the first time she wanted to share my bed, but since she was my mistress, she’d never asked before. Nothing else told me how badly this shook her up than that simply little query did. We didn’t even make love that night; we just held each other for the comfort it provided, and burnt through a whole box of tissues with our crying.
We spent most of the first week wallowing in misery, and then another week trying to keep too busy to think about it by practically living in the dungeon. Unfortunately, no matter how hard we tried to pretend things were normal, they weren’t. Even the sex seemed stale without Claude around to spice things up.
Billy tried to fill the gap as much as possible, but it just wasn’t the same. All in all, we were a pathetic and lonely group when Claire arrived for a visit on her way home after a business trip. Nobody had thought to tell her about what happened, so she was just as shocked as the rest of us were.
Unlike us, though, she seemed to have a plan in mind that might actually help, and after spending several days sequestered in Claude’s office, called us together for a meeting.
“Ok, everyone,” she began in a no nonsense tone of voice. “Something needs to change around here, and since none of you seem able to do it on your own, I’ve set something up that’ll keep you too busy to sit around pining away.
“When I left here last, it was to go meet a rich young bachelor name Edward Laste, who was interested in learning everything he can about the BDSM lifestyle. Not as a sub, mind you, but as a top… and he’s willing to pay top dollar for the right kind of training.”
“Congratulations,” Sylvia said. “I know the family and hope you can bag him.”
“Marrying into the kind of money he has is tempting, but I can’t see it happening. Instead of trying to seduce him or train him myself, I spent the last few days reworking our deal to include you two.”
“I’m retired from the public scene and don’t have the time or energy to babysit someone completely clueless.”
“You have too much unused energy and nothing but time,” she countered. “It’ll keep the two of you too busy to sit around moping, and not only that, the money’s too good for even you to pass up.”
“What kind of money are we talking about?”
“Twenty million for you as the expert, five million for me as your assistant, and two million for Lily as the training dummy.”
“Hey,” I said, miffed at her description of me.
“No offence intended, dear,” she soothed. “I just wanted to make sure you understood how you could expect to be treated if you sign up for this. If Sylvia agrees to teach him the ropes, no pun intended, then you’ll need to be completely submissive in the more traditional sense.”
“You mean like ‘yes Master, no Master’ and stuff?”
“Exactly,” she nodded. “He’s a good kid around your age, and with the kind of money he’s willing to spend, deserves the best bang for his buck we can provide. He’s no Claude, but he’s just as lonely as the two of you, and I think it’ll be good for everyone.”
“I’m guessing that I’ll have to have sex with him as part of the deal?”
“It can be arranged any way you like, but I’d recommend going for the full deal if I were you, since again, while he’s no Claude, I’m pretty sure he’ll treat you right. Plus, marrying the most eligible billionaire bachelor on the planet has its advantages. Should I tell him sex is off the table?”
“No, I suppose I’m ok with it… I lost most of my inhibitions during your last stay here. I guess it would only be right anyway, since a proper slave can’t say no to the Master.”
“It’s a yearlong submissive contract, not a descent into slavery, so you can say anything you want,” she chuckled.
“I guess I’ll have to play it by ear. If he turns out to be a butthead then I’ll say no, and if he’s a complete asshole, then I’m out of there, contract or no contract.”
“I’ll make sure he knows your feelings on the matter. What about you, hon?” she asked Sylvia. “Are you up to the challenge of turning a spoiled little rich kid into the biggest, baddest Dom on the planet?”
“I’ll have to meet him first before I decide for sure, but you might be right about how keeping busy would be good for me. What about Billy?”
“Shit, I forgot all about him. I’ll see if something can be arranged so he can hop on the gravy train with the rest of us. It shouldn’t be too hard, since he hasn’t hired a full staff yet.”
“Keeping our house and grounds in shape is pretty much a full time job, but it’d be nice to have him there with us at least some of the time, or he’d be mighty lonely.”
“If it means sealing the deal with you, he’d probably offer to fly Billy back and forth on a weekly basis. I wasn’t shitting you when I said this guy has some serious money.”
“If he has money to burn, then I’m guessing putting together a dungeon won’t be a problem?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” she chuckled. “You have a completely blank slate to work with, and an unlimited budget. He also has a couple of friends who share the same interests as he does, and work in wood, steel, and leather. They’ll make any custom items your twisted little mind can dream up. So what do you think?”
“I think it sounds too good to be true, so what’s the catch?”
“The only catch I was able to determine is this: if you do your job well, then you’re set for life. If not, then consider yourself ruined. I don’t know how vindictive he is, but even though he’s only recently come into his inheritance, he’s already got more power than most men in the country. He’d make the worst enemy imaginable.”
“That could be a problem,” Sylvia said, shaking her head in disgust.
“I don’t
think so,” Claire countered. “He’s too smart to crucify someone who’s done their best, but don’t screw him over or you’ll regret it.”
“I wasn’t planning on ‘screwing him over’, but some people can’t be trained as a proper Dom, no matter how much they want to be or how much money they throw at it.”
“I think he’ll do fine, or I wouldn’t have considered taking the job myself.”
“Give me a few days to think it over, and make sure everything we’ve talked about is fine with him. As Lily put it, contract or no contract, if he’s a butthead then we’re out of there in an instant.”
She spent a few days thinking it over and another day meeting with him in person, and decided it was a workable situation. When she discovered how much of a blank slate she really had, she actually began to look forward to the new job.
I was still on the fence myself, but knew one thing; if Sylvia wanted to do it, then I was going to help her to the best of my abilities, no matter what it took. Not only that, but Sylvia wasn’t the only one who’d benefit from keeping busy, and it might actually be fun. We all signed up and moved there three days later.
Exciting Changes
Our lives became a whirlwind from the moment we arrived. His house was absolutely beautiful, as were the surrounding grounds, but the place was a complete disaster. A place this size needed a dozen retainers or more in order to keep it up, yet he had only three older people on staff, one of which was let go since our planned lifestyle change would’ve given her a heart attack.
It left a chef who never said a word, and a combination butler/valet who tried to do everything else. Claire and Sylvia worked with him to screen and hire a new staff since we couldn’t hire just anyone considering what we’d be doing, and they wound up hiring mostly young and broke college girls.
