Chapter 24

The start of the opera and symphony concert season occurred each Fall and was a big social event in our community. The first concert to be performed at this year's gala was scheduled to be a collection of pieces by one of Sally's favorite composers. I thought his work was pretty good but personally I liked a more bombastic style, like Wagner. But for romance and setting the mood, the season opener held a lot of promise.

Two weeks prior to the concert I announced that the opening night would be a special event for both Sally and Janey. Both of my girls immediately started bugging the shit out of me but, as I expected them to try their damnedest to get a hint out of me, I was able to simply smile at them. It drove them nuts. They didn't have a clue what to expect.

The ornately wrapped packages from The Guild began arriving shortly after my announcement. Everything that organization did, they did with style and their delivery service was no exception. All packages not taken by the customer immediately were delivered by shining golden vans with ornate filigree detailing. It was much in the style of the royal coaches in the 18th century. There was no mistaking one of these very special delivery vans as it drove through the countryside. You could almost feel the envy of the neighbors when one of those vans arrived in your driveway. Some particularly nosy gossips had been known to follow a van for miles out of their way just to see who the lucky person was who was on the receiving end of the delivery.

The vans were driven by special bonded couriers dressed in distinctive red uniforms and pompous-looking tall hats with plumes. The couriers were male or female, fit, polite, well-trained and well-armed. It was a good thing, too, given the value of some of the deliveries they had to make.

The delivery area for the golden vans included a five-state area. Beyond that, the bonded couriers hand-delivered each package using whatever mode of transportation was best suited to meet the delivery schedule. It was always done with that dash of style and panache, of course. More and more of the distinctive red uniforms were being spotted on over-seas flights as the craftsmen of The Guild became known throughout the world for the quality of their work. It was unparalleled. The red uniforms soon provided automatic and easy entry into countries with normally very strict customs officials. It didn't usually take more than one reprimand from a king or high official to grease the skids.

I had specified that the packages were to be delivered sealed and they were. Sally and Janey had some very unkind words for me when they realized the boxes were sealed with a wax Guild seal, and their efforts at snooping were thwarted. Again, I merely smiled, enjoying the mounting frustrations and tensions in them. Anticipation and the unknown make a wonderful combination in a woman. I only hoped what I had planned for the evening lived up to their expectations.

The morning of the event I placed new silk robes on their beds and awoke each with a kiss and a light breakfast. They were instructed to bathe for at least 90 minutes - not shower - using the special bath beads I had placed in their bathrooms and not to leave their rooms. They were to be in my office down the hall ready for their first appointment of the day at 11:00 that morning.

Both appeared in my office about 5 minutes early, their reddened skin glowing pink through the light white silk of the short robes. The robes had no belts, much to Sally's disappointment, I think and opened with the slightest motion. I smiled at them, motioned for them to sit in the chairs in my office and proceeded to ignore them for the next 5 minutes; with extreme difficulty on my part, I might add. The robes were opened quite often and intentionally. I didn't get any actual work done but I made my point, I hope. I was surprised they were only 5 minutes early.

At exactly 11:00 I stood up, kissed the back of Janey's hand and led her out to the family room. There was a massage table set up inside a cloth booth. I held out my hand for her robe, which she gave me. I looked at her nude form for several moments, touching her lightly. As I anticipated, even those light caresses caused shivers of delight to chase each other up and down her spine. She was panting by the time I helped her up onto the table and instructed her to lie face down.

I placed a folded towel across her glorious posterior. This brought a moan of disappointment from her. I think she thought I was going to screw her on the table right then. As tempting as that was, I had other plans.

I held back one of the flaps of the booth and motioned for the person standing silently outside to enter. The slightly built woman of Asian descent moved gracefully into the booth. She bowed low to me, then shrugged off her over-blouse. This left her in just a short band of cloth covering her genital area, tied at one side sarong style. As she turned to Janey, I caught sight of a pair of firm apple-sized tits topped with chocolate nipples.

The masseuse kneeled up on the table next to the girl, lightly tracing the lines and patterns of the muscles on her back. As I left the cubicle, I heard the first of many moans as Janey relaxed into her first massage.

Sally was pouting prettily when I returned for her, but brightened as I took many more liberties with her than just kissing her hand. I brought her quickly to the edge of a climax, then eased off and just let her simmer on the edge. When I was done teasing her, I pulled her robe back around her to cover her arousal and led her into the family room. A table in the second booth waited for her.

She gave me a quizzical look when she heard the low, long moans coming from the adjacent booth. I held out my hand and helped her off with her robe in answer. I beheld her naked beauty once again, appreciating it as if for the first time. My open — and very obvious — admiration of her charms brought a pleasing blush to her skin, spreading from her face, down her neck and on to the tops of her creamy breasts.

I helped her onto the table. With nudges and lingering touches I maneuvered her so she too was face down and then let her masseuse into the booth. The two Asian women could have been twins, the only difference being that Sally's had longer hair. She, too, climbed on the table and straddled Sally's waist, one knee on each side of the prone woman. One rubbery ass cushioned the other. I waited until the low purring Sally makes when she is contented started to come from her booth as well and left them alone.

I grinned maliciously as I went back to the office, not to work but to rest. I was definitely going to need it. The two masseuses had instructions to keep the two women relaxed but aroused for the next hour. Under no circumstances was Sally or Janey to be allowed to orgasm. I wanted them so on edge their teeth hurt. Tonight would be special indeed.

Sally and Janey kind of oozed into my office an hour later, their eyes glazed and knees wobbly from the stimulating massages they had just undergone. The blush on their cheeks, however, was unmistakable. Janey's expression mirrored her mother's and I was very familiar with Sally's 'if I don't get fucked in two seconds, I'll chop it off and stuff it in myself' look. It was time for the first box.

I reached into my desk and pulled out two small packages. I handed one to Janey and one to Sally.

"You may open these now," I said.

The bows were ripped off with the ferocity of lions at the first kill in a month. Their twin gasps of pleasure were almost synchronized to the nanosecond.

"Oh, Dad! It's beautiful! Mom, look!" Janey cried.

She held up a white-gold necklace with a ruby encrusted key on the chain. The length of the chain let the key snuggle into the top of her cleavage. I moved around behind her and put it on her. It was her first piece of expensive jewelry, and she was as pleased as I had ever seen her.

"That is the key to my heart, Honey. I wanted you to know how I felt about you and that you will always have a special place there," I whispered in her ear as I hooked the clasp securely.

She turned and hugged me, tears in her eyes.

"I love you, Dad," she said. "Thank you so much! It's beautiful."

Sally was still staring at her present. It, too, was jewelry.

"Here, my Love, let me help you with that," I said calmly.

I moved behind her and waited until she finally lifted the ends of the jewelry into my hands. Her head bowed as I fastened it behind her neck with a solid click.

I leaned down and whispered so that only she could hear. "Do you understand what it means when you wear this?"

She nodded. Her hand slipped up to lightly touch the bejeweled slave's collar I had locked around her neck. The collar was wide, about two and a half inches. It was an intricate weave of platinum wire and rods that let it flex around her neck, but not warp or roll in any other axis. The wire and rods were embedded with reflective stones, mostly diamonds with some emeralds mixed in. The effect was to create a band of light around her neck with mysterious flashes of emerald. It was more beautiful than I had hoped when I described it to the jeweler. It was devastating.

As I stood behind her, watching her reaction, drinking in her beauty, I noticed the trembling of her body and I wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. I hoped the latter. I brushed her cheek lightly with my lips before continuing.

"I want this night to be special for you. I know how much you have longed for this to begin and it will, tonight. But it will still be a little while, yet. You may wear this collar now, or not, your choice. I will not require anything of you until all your preparations for this evening are complete. Until then, you will behave as Sally. Understood?" I finished.

I lifted her chin and looked her in the eye.

"Yes, Master," she whispered softly.

Then she threw her arms around me, squealing with delight. The two women ooohhed and aaahhhed over each other's adornments until I ushered them out to the next appointment.

I led them back into the family room. The booths and the massage tables were gone and in their places stood two barber-style chairs. An exclusive beauty salon from a near-by town had sent two highly skilled technicians and two assistants to pamper my two princesses. When they had been comfortably seated in the chairs, the technicians flew into a choreographed dance of activity around my two blondes. I had ordered the works for them. They were manicured, pedicured, trimmed, oiled, scrubbed, rubbed, tubbed, sanded, face-packed, mud-packed and every other tortuous process women go through for the sake of beauty.

As much as I loved doing it myself, I had Sally shaved. Janey's pubic region was trimmed way back from her bikini wax to just a thin strip of short soft hairs pointing to paradise. The technicians and assistants had the same instructions as the masseuses. They were to keep the treatments as sensual as possible without letting them go over the edge. From the cries of frustration I heard coming through the open door of my office, they were very good at their jobs.

When the treatments were done, two of the technicians led the pampered women to their respective bathrooms where the assistants had drawn yet another steaming bath for each of them. There the girls were stroked, soaked, soaped and rinsed, stroked some more, hair washed and conditioned, and then stroked and soaked again in steaming hot water with bath oils added.

When they were done, they were led back into the family room where their hair was done. At my instructions, Janey's blonde tresses were done up in an elegant style leaving her shoulders and neck bare. Sally's hair was braided in an elegant French braid, the broad intertwining stands hanging down in a single plait that reached halfway down her back.

Makeup was applied skillfully after their hair was done. Although only 15, Janey looked much older when she was finished. Sally was made up just as skillfully, looking regal but more like her sister than Janey's mother. Of course, all the powders and paints could only accent the beauty of the canvases they were applied to. The flashes of excitement in the eyes of the two painted ladies were repeated many times over in the tiny sparkles embedded in the blush applied to their faces. I smiled in satisfaction. They were like two little kids, full of excitement on Christmas morning.

The day was creeping by, closing in on the opening of the opera. I saw the technicians out to their van. They would return after we left to pack their equipment. Their service had been excellent. They would be retained again, and often.

Alone with Sally and Janey, I began the difficult final phase of the preparation. I would now have to reveal more of my plans for the evening to them, taking away some of the mystery. I took Janey by the hand and led her to her room. There I presented her with a stack of boxes, all with The Guild's seals.

"Your attire for this evening is in those boxes. I hope you like it." I paused, feeling almost like a teenager again. "Uh, Janey, I would like this evening to be kind of like our first date; a special time just between you and me. Will you go with me as my 'date' this evening?" I offered formally.

Her eyes got big, then clouded as she remembered Sally. "What about Mom?"

I looked directly at her, holding her hands in mine.

"Janey, your mother will be there, too. She will be with us, but she won't be, kind of." She looked quizzical. "Look, I hope I'm doing the right thing with her tonight. It's kind of hard to explain. When you have dressed, come into our room. Perhaps you will understand after you see her. She will be happy tonight, Honey. At least, I hope so."

I could feel her questioning eyes burning holes in my back as I left the bewildered teenager standing there. At the door, I turned.

"Is it a date?"

"Oh, yes! I'm sorry. Yes!" she said happily.

She shook off the rest of her questions and tore into the many boxes. I wished I could stay and watch the reverse striptease as the buxom teen got dressed. I had no intention of disrobing her this evening, but it would have been delectable. I had chosen clothing that appealed to my sensuous side and I hoped it would appeal to hers as well.

I had purchased soft silky under things that were as sheer as possible for her to wear tonight. They were more for window dressing than function. Unfortunately, I wasn't planning to be doing any window shopping tonight. The tiny bra and panties were virginal white and had a matching garter belt. I had a sense it would be her first, but the sheer white stockings only came to just above her mid-thigh, so it was necessary. Besides, I wanted her to be aware of the availability of her sex. Pantyhose, while convenient for the workplace, acted like armor plating in a romantic situation.

Her dress was a simple black affair, deceptive in style. The material was silk, with silver highlights woven into it. It was not a revealing cut and fully covered her, yet the dress revealed her charms to the sharp observer. With the exception of two silver straps over her shoulders, she was bare above the swells of the tops of her breasts. The material fell to ankle length, hugging her body closely, outlining and defining her breasts, abdomen, hips and legs. Two sexy slits in each side of the skirt from the bottom hem to just above mid-thigh allowed her to move freely.

I had also provided her with the highest heeled shoes she had ever worn. I hoped she wouldn't be too off balance by their height. The dress was designed to be worn with that height heel. The silver shoes, the silver straps, and the white gold of her necklace brought out the highlights in the dress. She was going to look elegant.

There were also some strange accessories from the Rosen Clinic in a separate box. I hoped she wouldn't object to them. Having been fitted for them, they shouldn't cause much, if any, discomfort, either on application, or wear. There were two soft plastic cups that fit perfectly over each breast. They were so exactly shaped that they were labeled 'Left' and 'Right' so they wouldn't be confused. They were thin and pliable and you could still see her erect nipple through her dress when aroused. I intended for her to spend most of the evening in that state.

Two other accessories were designed to slip into the vagina and rectum. They were thin, relatively innocent looking devices that could shake her to her core. There were instructions with drawings enclosed in the boxes showing how and where to insert each special accessory. The vaginal probe had a small curved arm at about 90 degrees that ended in a small hollow cap. The cap fit snuggly over her quiescent clitoris, but would expand as necessary.

The finale of the Rosen's gadgets was a pair of earrings, sparkling like diamonds, which they were. The clasps of the earrings incorporated a Rosen unit that turned the ears into a highly erotic zone. I wasn't sure how it worked, but I believed in their work, so I was sure it would be effective. Janey was in for a memorable night.

But I didn't watch her dress. I had other things to do. Namely, I had to prepare my lover for her own special night. I wasn't really sure how she would receive the news about my date with her daughter. That was a gamble on my part. I only hoped it paid off.

I went back into the family room to find Sally on her knees, her hands clasped behind her neck, her head bowed down. God, what that did to her tits! I was tempted to let her stay in that position and use her mouth. It had been a 'hard' day for me. But this was too early yet for what I had planned. And she was just a bit too eager.

"Sally, stand up, please. Your preparations for this evening are not yet complete. I have some things to ask you which require an honest and open response. Please?"

I held out my hand.

She looked at me sexily, glancing up through those gorgeous lashes; my favorite look. Her smile ignited my heart as she gracefully took my hand and got up. I held her gaze and never noticed when she released my hand. I was lost in a sea of emotion, torn between my need to treat this woman I loved with all my heart with tenderness and love and fulfilling her need to be dominated and bound. Steeling myself to keep to the plan I had chosen for the evening, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, where I had laid out her attire.

It wasn't much. She still had on her glittering slave collar. I ushered to her dressing table and sat her in the low stool in front of it. I first took a slender package and opened it, withdrawing a pair of stockings similar to Janey's. These had a bit more cling around the top banding to hold them without garters, however. I slowly slid them over the smooth skin of her long legs, caressing each one as the stocking slid into place. We were both trembling when it was over. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever done for her, and her excitement was visible, as was mine.

Next I selected a long narrow box. Amud and his wife had made this piece. I withdrew a pair of shoulder-length white gloves of the finest leather. They looked and felt like velvet and were without blemish. She held out one hand, then the other as I slipped them up her proffered arms. As I smoothed them out, working the wrinkles up to the tops, I squeezed the top of each glove, tightening my hand around her upper biceps. The faint click of a ratchet could be heard as the metal rings hidden in the tops of the gloves closed on themselves, locking the gloves on her arms.

Sally's eyes were wide with excitement at this development, though she stayed silent. When I closed the rings at each elbow and wrist, tightly binding the gloves to her arms, she closed her eyes and shuddered.

"You may not cum until I give permission. Is that clear, Sally?" I commanded her.

She nodded, silent, not trusting her voice.

I gently pulled her wrists behind her and fastened the metal rings that were embedded in the gloves together with tiny hooks. Other hooks were hidden in the seams of the gloves and I joined and locked them one by one, until her forearms were touching from elbow to wrist behind her back. The final connection was at the level of the metal rings just above her elbows. Sitting on the stool, her chest thrust forward, she held my gaze with her fiery green eyes. Not defiant, but victorious, in a sense. I didn't know what she thought she had won, other than my heart, but there was victory was in her eyes.

I moved around in front of her and slipped silver heels on her feet. Unlike Janey's four-inch heels, Sally's were outrageous. The heels were six inches, at least, in height and they had a narrowing toe to torture her all night long. Her foot was pointed almost straight down in those shoes. A low moan escaped her as the shoes tightly gripped her feet and were buckled tight with a strap across her instep and another that wrapped tight around her ankle.

Two boxes remained. A large box, and a small one. I leaned over to the bed and picked up the small one. Still in front of her, I got down on one knee. The big moment.

I took a deep breath. "Sally, I love you with all my heart. In all that happened during and since that time when you agreed to marry me, I never formally proposed to you." I placed my folded hands on her stocking-clad thighs, got down on one knee, and looked up at her. "Sally, would you do me the honor of consenting to be my wife?"

There. It was said. She had the option of backing out, saying 'No, ' crushing me like a bug. Of course, she did have her hands tied behind her back, so at least I figured she wouldn't slap me. My groin was exposed to her feet, though, and with this family...

The silence was unbearable. The heat stifling. I broke out in a sweat. A lump the size of New Jersey and almost as toxic formed in my throat. I think my lower lip trembled.

"Yes."

My heart resumed beating, my lungs filled with sweet air. I cried. Well, just a little.

I beamed, grinned, the proverbial mile-wide, shit-eating grin.

"We never talked about rings and stuff, but I noticed you don't wear rings much. I took the liberty of getting you a temporary engagement ring. If you don't like this one, there are other styles..."

I opened the box and showed her the heart-shaped diamond I had had designed for her.

She gasped. "Oh! It's gorgeous! Oh, Larry, you shouldn't have. You didn't need to. You know that. I don't need such an expensive stone. Oh, dear..." She suddenly noticed her hands were bound. "Larry? I don't see a setting. Just the stone. How... ?"

I took a fine platinum wire ring from the box. Lifting up my hands I gently grasped her left breast. I worked my thumb around the tip until the excitable flesh hardened and swelled up. Grasping the end of the nipple with my thumb and forefinger of one hand I pulled it slightly towards me. It was unnecessary for what I was about to do, but I loved that little flare of her eyes and her nostrils when I did that.