Chapter 55

Two short weeks later was another concert. The day of the event, my ladies were pampered and primped, bathed, massaged, coifed and coddled. I could sense the sexual tensions building in Sally and Janey who had been through this process before as well as in Nicole and Simone. Those two seemed unprepared for the luxuriousness of the treatments, thought I was sure Sally and Janey had told them all about it.

In the afternoon, the driver of The Guild's delivery van handed over a myriad of packages with all the usual pomp and deference. I don't know if the girls were more relieved or curious. Due to the recent fittings of Nicole and Simone and the two additional outfits that needed to be created, the craftsmen were a little rushed to meet the deadline I had requested but they had assured me that everything was done to their high standards.

When the last beauty treatment was finished, the equipment loaded and the vans gone, I sat in my office with four very gorgeous, very horny females kneeling in front of me. Three of them had their long hair perfectly braided in a style that we all called the 'slave braid, ' a loose French weave leaving a full tail of hair hanging straight down the back. The remaining woman had her hair elegantly done up on top of her head. All four were in front of my desk, quietly fidgeting, anxious to see what surprises were hidden in the golden boxes that had been delivered. Concert nights were always special, and they anticipated nothing different on this one. I hoped not to disappoint them.

Taking Simone and Janey by the hands, I led them to their room. Their boxes were laid out on their beds, shining in the afternoon sunlight from the windows. The girls' excitement was palpable. I took a soft cord from my pocket. Turning Janey around to face away from me, I loosely tied her hands behind her, more symbolic than confining.

Leaning down to put my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, "Are you ready for this?"

To her credit, she took her time before answering. She knew what I was asking her to do, having witnessed the bondage Sally had been in at prior concerts. This would not be a 'date' like before, but something new, another step down an unknown path.

When she did answer, she simply said, "Yes," and then quickly turned to give me a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes were shiny with excitement.

Having Janey's cooperation was part one. Simone's would be part two. I turned to the teenager, her eyes wide with awe, fixated on the knot binding Janey's hands. When I looked over at her, she gulped, then presented her hands to me in a similar manner.

I gathered the girl in my arms and sat on the bed. I deposited her on my lap, her short robe allowing her bare bottom to caress my thigh. She was trembling, more from fear than excitement.

"I sort of had something else in mind for you, Simone, if that's all right with you."

She almost sobbed her relief.

"I'd like you to help me out tonight. As you know, I will have both your Mom and Sally to take care of. I'd like you to be in charge of Janey. Think you can do that?"

I had said all of this quietly, so that Janey could not hear us.

The idea of being in charge seemed to intrigue the girl.

"'In charge'? What would I have to do?"

"Oh, I think you have an idea. Make sure she is safe, as she will be bound pretty tightly. Help her get dressed. Make sure she behaves. Stuff like that."

"Oh." She thought about it a minute. "OK."

"Good girl. If you have any questions, I'll be right there, too."

Part one and part two completed. I kissed her cheek as I stood. I picked up a small box off of her bed. I turned her around this time a slipped her necklace, a silver diamond studded heart on a snug chain, around her neck. Another similar box on Janey's bed held a bejeweled slave collar. The difference in the two styles was obvious and Janey's eyes widened as she began to realize what the arrangement would be that night.

I stood to the side of the room for a few minutes as Simone began Janey's preparations. The first thing she did was to strip Janey of her robe, leaving her naked but for the collar and the cord binding her hands. Then, with deliberate movements, she stood behind the bound girl and cupped both her breasts with her small hands. Then she squeezed. She kept applying pressure until Janey moaned softly. Releasing one of those magnificent globes, Simone let one hand wander down to brush the tightly cropped pubic hairs.

I watched in fascination as Simone proceeded to establish her gentle but very definite dominance over the older girl. It was done slowly and softly, yet there was no questioning who was in charge. One finger, then two were buried in the gasping girl's dripping twat.

Just before Janey's knees buckled, Simone stopped her stimulation with a suddenness that left Janey gasping. With a confident grin over at me, Simone then began ripping open the various boxes on Janey's bed, flaunting a bit the fact that she got to open all the boxes. I wondered whether I should have mentioned to Simone that she would be on the other end one day soon, with Janey in charge of her but I decided to let things take their own course. It would be more fun that way. For me, anyway.

I slipped out of the room to begin my own preparations for the evening. As much as I wanted to stay and watch — God, Janey was beautiful! — I had my own two beauties to subdue.

Returning to my office, I retrieved the two remaining lovelies and led them to our bedroom. Two stacks of boxes on the bed, two lovely ladies. I made them kneel, facing the boxes.

I took the small box from Nicole's stack, the only difference in the two piles. It held her jeweled slave collar and as I fastened the secure clasp, Nicole began to cry. At first I thought it was too tight but Sally signaled to me that her tears were just a release of tension. This collar, my collar, was yet another sign of my commitment to her and Nicole was overcome with emotion.

Careful not to smudge her perfect makeup, I patted her eyes and let her blow her nose with a tissue. Through all of this, we didn't exchange one word.

I got Sally's collar from the safe and fastened it around her slender neck. With that, the two women were relieved of their robes. Taking a page from Simone's book, I knelt behind each one in turn and possessively fondled and aroused them. I didn't need to bind their hands behind them. Instead, I just positioned their hands behind their backs with wrists crossed and the two obediently kept them there without aide. Nicole came almost immediately, a deed that I reminded her would be punished at the end of the evening. That reminder seemed to excite her to yet another shuddering orgasm. I felt it would be counterproductive to remind her again, so I simply held her tightly until she regained a semblance of calm.

Sally, while in no way stoic, allowed me to take her to the edge of her climax, enjoying the buildup of the tension within both of us. I urged her on with my fingers and tongue but she maintained her control by a tremendous effort. It wasn't until I asked her if she really wanted to abandon her 'sister' to be punished alone that she allowed me to push her over the edge. As often as I had witnessed it, I still could not understand Sally's embracing of pain. I only hoped I could keep both her and Nicole satisfied.

Their attire for the evening was deceptively simple but very stringent. Essentially a corset, it incorporated straps down the spine designed to fixate their arms from elbow to wrist. A small pocket in the small of the back captured and secured their hands. I had asked that the pockets be moveable so that I could move them up or down, thereby increasing the stress on the back and shoulders. On this night I had moved them up a notch and both women gasped as they realized the level of discomfort they would have to endure for the evening.

The corset itself was unforgiving. The stays were stiff and unbending. When tied down, they cinched in the waists an amazing 3 inches. The base of the corset rested firmly on the pelvic girdle, pinched in the waist and hugged the lower ribs tightly. The material of the corset ended just above the bottom of the breasts, but was so tight, that it forced the malleable tissue up and together. It was a 'Wonder-Bra' effect. Breathing in this attire was possible, but not easy. Bending was nearly impossible and not recommended.

There were as series of straps hanging from the upper front of the corset. With these, I introduced an element of tit-bondage, tightly tying that tender flesh with a criss-cross of strands until their breast bulged out between the straps like twin balloons forced against a chain-link fence. It was delightfully painful and, at the same time, deliciously erotic. The slightest touch on their tits brought moans from the women.

The last boxes contained leather boots custom fit to be tight and to rise to meet in their crotches. They were laced, not zipped, and I enjoyed tying and retying those laces that ended just short of paradise. Of course, with my big clumsy hands, the women were rubbed extensively in a most intimate way. The boots had extremely high heels, 5-6 inches, the highest either had ever worn. The long heels resulted in their toes being pointed almost straight down.

The Rosen's earrings and the vaginal and anal probes completed the ensembles. I turned them on immediately and then gave them the admonition not to cum unless I allowed it. This was Nicole's first experience with these diabolical devices and she was incapable of preventing and then stopping her climax. I turned her units down, leaving Sally's at the original level until Nicole could again regain her composure, then edged them up gradually until she was only barely in control.

I assisted the two bound women into the living room where we met Simone and a very aroused, but subdued, Janey. I had never seen her eyes so wild with passion nor so desperate to cum. Janey was outfitted exactly as her mother and Nicole, right down to the breast bondage. Simone had actually done her up tighter than I had done with the other two and I briefly considered loosening it. A check with the teen over the link told me not to bother.

I handed Simone the remote that controlled Janey's devices and showed her how to use it. Janey's eyes almost bugged out when she flicked it on, her orgasm causing her tortured tit flesh to swell and further tighten the already tight cords. Again, I checked her over the link, with a repeated assurance that she was OK and to let Simone handle her. I blinked at this rebuff but, seeing that Simone had 'sensed' the conversation, just grinned as she winked at me. She would be just fine.

Simone, for her attire, was wearing a simple black cocktail dress with thin straps. I knew that underneath she, too, was wearing a corset, although not nearly as constricting as the other three. Her sleek shapely legs were sheathed in dusky silk stockings held up with garters attached to the base of the corset. Transparent panties held in her vaginal and anal probes. The flimsy matching bra held the Rosen's bra stimulators in place. She was the only one of the four with those devices.

Simone's long dark hair was piled seductively up on top of her head, baring her slender neck. She looked as elegant as the most sophisticated uptown girl, yet managed to convey a cherubic innocence. The only discordant thing was the nearly evil mischievous gleam in her beautiful eyes. She fully intended to enjoy dominating Janey tonight.

Again, I thought about reminding her that she would be on the other end soon, but decided against it. I had a feeling she was aware that that would happen, but didn't care.

Three capes were draped and securely fastened on the three slave-girls. I assisted Simone with her own white ermine stole, which she wore as if she was born wearing one. The remote for Janey's devices was slipped securely under the wristband of her watch, leaving her hands free.