Chapter 4

My eyes opened. I was in an altogether delightful position, spooned up against Angel's back, with Bailey tucked tightly behind me, her hand lightly resting on my hip. My hard cock nestled against Angel's athletic butt, while my hand cupped her breast, with my face buried in her blonde mane.

Raising my head slightly, I glanced over to see a wide awake Diana still in the penalty chair. I sat up in bed, waking my two companions. Okay, I admit I'm not very good at this whole punishment thing. Pointing at Diana, I said quietly, "Please release her, I'd like her moved to the bed with the leather cuffs."

Watching Angel and Bailey work to release her, I realized that Diana's thighs were wet with her arousal. They each took one of Diana's arms, leading her across the hall stretching her supine on the bed. Bailey was cuffing her wrists while Angel cuffed her ankles. As they began to tension the ropes, Diana requested drastically tighter, of course, while I countermanded, telling them to slacken.

When they were done, I stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Diana, naked, stretched into an 'X', spread-eagled by the ropes' pull. I had seen pictures like this on the Net, but in person it was awesome. I realized that I was stroking my hard, drooling cock while ogling her exposed, helpless, and to my eyes altogether vulnerable body.

Overwhelmed by my thoughts, I crawled up the bed between her legs, stopping with my knees against her butt. I kissed Diana with my tongue deep in her mouth, then lowered my head, licking and sucking her engorged nipples. I was feeling powerful as my hands encircled her slim waist, while my cock rubbed up and down her wet slit. Diana's hair lashed back and forth as she wailed in frustration. She pulled against the ropes, but was unable to impale herself on my cock. Bailey held my cock at Diana's center as I entered her in one deep stroke, still holding her waist in my tight grasp.

Diana screamed as her first orgasm overtook her; in my runaway excitement, I fucked into her helpless body, my hips slapping into hers as our pubic bones smacked together. Diana continued screaming and wailing with each orgasm. My cock grew as I drove deeply into her, holding my cock buried, and sprayed my cum into her, triggering her own massive orgasm. Diana screamed loudly, going rigid, pulling hard on the ropes, flexing her body in a bow off the bed as her cunt spasmed around my cock, drawing more cum from my balls.

Diana collapsed in a heap as I lay on top of her, exhausted, kissing her tenderly. My softened cock fell out of Diana, accompanied by her tiny whine of disappointment. I rolled to the side, as Bailey cleaned Diana's cunt of our juices, while Jennifer Angel licked my cock and balls clean.

I stood next to Diana's bed, kissing her goodnight as I covered her with a light blanket and tucked a pillow under her head. She looked up at me saying in all seriousness, "This is hardly punishment, Billy."

I smiled down at her, saying, "You're restrained by those cuffs, Diana."

She smirked as she nodded. I continued gently, "Get some sleep. You have to work in the morning."

Diana nodded as she quietly said, "Yes, Sir. Master Billy. Thank you, good night, sir."

Taking Bailey and Jennifer by the hand I led them back to the big four-poster bed. I was soon spooned behind my Angel while Bailey held my cock in her warm hand. I smelled the vanilla scent of Angel's hair as I held her breast; I was asleep when my head hit the pillow.

Not seeing the familiar confines of my bedroom. I woke up disoriented, holding an unfamiliar breast, feeling breasts against my back. I lay quietly in my confusion, finally recognizing that my memory hadn't been a dream.

Gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders, accompanied by Bailey's mild voice, welcomed me to wakefulness. I rolled on my back, with Bailey and Angel tucked under my arms, cuddling. My contemporaries never discuss cuddling, but it has much to recommend it, especially with two such beauties

Bailey was kissing my cheek as she whispered, "We released Diana before we woke you, Master."

I nodded, "Good. She should go to work today if possible."

Bailey continued as she lifted her head to speak in her deferential tone. "Do you wish to speak to her before she leaves for the office?"

I grinned. "Yes, please, but after my shower if she doesn't have an early morning appointment."

Bailey nodded. "Of course, Master. As you wish."

I smiled broadly as I realized that in this house it was literally true.

I was standing under a cascade of water in Diana's sumptuous bathroom. Huge, ostentatious, and filled with every conceivable luxury this bathroom had it all!

Best of that all was my Jennifer Angel washing my hair with a deep scalp massage, while Bailey thoroughly washed my body, starting with the soles of my feet. Just as enjoyable, I returned the favor, washing both of them. I found washing their long hair to be another unexpected erotic adventure.

The gym class braggarts never mention showering or cuddling in their graphic sexual conquests. In a flash of insight I realized; they were as virginal and inexperienced as I had been before today. Either complete liars, or exaggerating some hurried, unsatisfying coupling for their audience of gullible boys.

While I was musing, Bailey and Jennifer stepped out of the shower, then turned on the horizontal side sprays. The pounding water utterly relaxed me. Finally, Angel gently pulled me out of the shower, then thoroughly dried me, with substantial cotton towels heated with the towel warmer.

Bailey returned with a long, hooded robe of thick organic cotton. They had postponed their own morning rituals to see to my comfort. I knew from observing my mother, aunt and cousins that Angel and Bailey had much to do this morning to feel comfortable about going out. Smiling, I said in a relaxed manner, "Thank you for a marvelous wake-up. I'll find my own way to the kitchen. Both of you please take the time you need to get ready for our day together."

After the thoroughly addicting kisses from them, I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, to find Diana, dressed for success, standing at the counter with her laptop on the countertop. She was chewing a corner of toast while reviewing e-mails. When she realized I was in the kitchen, her posture changed abruptly as, dropping to her knees, Diana began again tearfully asking for my forgiveness for her transgressions.

I shook my head. Mommy Gwen never dragged out my punishments; why should I be any different?

I gently pulled her to her feet, kissing her into silence as I said evenly, "That's over and done with, Diana."

Diana smiled, wiping her eyes as she thanked me. She began bustling around the kitchen, offering me coffee and juice, apologizing for making me wait and generally reminding me that I was master here.

I sat on one of the high swivel stools at the curved breakfast bar, sipping my orange juice, while Diana served my toast and coffee, then hovered until I told her to go back to her laptop. She kissed me, licking the toast crumbs off my lips before returning to her task.

I had just poured myself another cup of coffee when Diana erupted, "God damn it to hell. Fucking weasels. What the fuck did they do?"

I spun the stool around to face her. She was cursing loudly and pounding on the marble counter top as I asked her coolly, "What's the problem, Diana?"

She turned to face me, holding the counter top, her anger subsiding as she breathed deeply, visibly trying to calm herself as she asked evenly, "Master, do you know what 'The Fair' is?"

I nodded as I answered slowly and calmly, "Yes, Diana. It's the State Fair. You don't have a state fair where you're from?

Diana shook her head as I continued, "I LOVE the fair! Our state fair is a nine-day exposition on two-mile square grounds next to Ag College on the edge of Lake City. Started as the statewide agricultural show over a hundred years ago, the culmination of eighty county fairs. Retains that rural farm flavor, adding urban cultural aspects. For those nine days, state fair grounds become state's fifth largest city."

She was surprised by my ready answer as she asked quickly, "Master do you also know what a 'Machinery Hall' is?"

I shook my head, saying softly, "Sure its not hill Diana? H-I-L-L! Machinery HILL?"

She swiveled back to her screen, exclaiming, "You're right, Billy. I thought it was a typo."

Now she swung back, looking deeply confused as I replied, "Part of that rural farmland agriculture heritage, Diana. Open air lots, with displays of tractors, trucks, lawn mowers, and construction equipment - in short anything requiring room out-of-doors to demonstrate."

Diana nodded curtly as her jaws tightened. She began pushing the words out with grave difficulty. "The weasels in the office set me up. Mega Chem's Agricultural Division has a display to be installed on this Machinery goddamn Hill. Whatever or wherever the fuck it is. A 'very elaborate, expensive coming straight from headquarters report to the CEO' exhibit. My division, being closest, is responsible for implementing this important showing. I'm answerable for what is rapidly becoming a train wreck because my weasel cock sucking managers dumped all the details on my desk with every solitary fucking one now claiming ignorance."

She took a deep shuddering breath as she grabbed my shoulders and concluded loudly, "I don't know about any of this bullshit and I just received an e-mail with the CEO's cell phone number asking for a complete fucking report."

Diana suddenly realized that she was shouting and gripping my shoulders. Startled she released me looking positively aghast then stepping back hurriedly until her butt hit the cabinets behind her, babbling her apologies.

Shit, this being in charge can be hard work. Fucking Otto! I had to calm her. I covered Diana's mouth gently with my fingertips, while looking deep into her green eyes, saying slowly and clearly, "Calm down, Diana."

It was an astonishing transformation -- her expression and body language changed instantly. With her suddenly relaxed posture, Diana now had a tentative smile as she lapsed into silence. I looked at her in wonder at the sheer suddenness of the change.

We needed to get our shit together. Still making eye contact I asked her quietly, "How bad is this really, Diana?"