Chapter 57

For the next two weeks the smell of seared flesh and feminine squeals drifted up from the cellar. I had a special project for Simone and Janey and they needed to get it right the first time. I had my reasons. Sally and Nicole, at first alarmed by the screams and the smell, were kept at bay and in the dark. Simone and Janey were sworn to absolute secrecy and, I'm proud to say, they kept their word.

After the two teenagers had completed their practice each day, I did my own. Again, I had my reasons for getting this right the first time. When not practicing in the cellar, working or keeping my two fiancées sexually satisfied, and they were becoming as insatiable as myself it seemed, I was busy setting up the next Family Day.

This one would be special, well, they all were, but this one would be a one-of-a-kind special day. I made several trips to The Guild by myself, bringing home most of the packages myself and hiding them in the garage, forgoing the usual delivery. I wanted this to be a surprise.

Finally, after a very, very long two weeks, the morning arrived. It was breakfast in bed for my two darlings, cooked by two very able nubile and excited teenaged assistants and myself. I took extra care with Sally and Nicole's grooming that morning, shaving them myself, bringing them to shuddering climaxes time and again with my talented fingers. The vibrating razor, unnecessary for that short length of stubble, was liberally used as well, so I had a little help. Nothing was too good for them today.

Janey and Simone helped me with their mothers' hair. I could never quite get the knack of that French weave, and, as Sally and Nicole saw that particular hairstyle being applied, both got into a submissive state of mind. They didn't know what was planned for today, but they had been given their first clue.

I had laid out the teens' clothing in their rooms while they were braiding hair. Coming back to the master bath I told them that they were to kneel the women at the end of the bed, go get dressed, then dress their respective mothers in the outfits in the boxes on our bed. Then they were to wait for the music. From there they would have to follow my cues.

I got a couple of strange looks, but no questions. I was a little surprised, but I guess they were getting used to me and figured they would go along for the ride. Besides, they had had fun before. Why not now? Besides, what choice did they really have?

I dressed in the special attire I had for the day, and walked barefoot into the living room just as the doorbell rang. The first guests had arrived.

Thorny, our old family friend, stood at the door with his wife, Margaret, and his daughter, Judith. I shook his hand and hugged the two women. The women looked radiant and not as hard-edged as I remember. Maybe it was just the memory of the pain of bringing Judith's possessive attentions to a gentle, but permanent end that made me mentally picture the mother and daughter as witches with switchblades. Still, today they looked and acted softer or something. Damn, if Judith had acted like that back then, who knows... ?

They had a dozen questions, most unspoken, again uncharacteristic of these particular women. I saw both women hesitate before speaking, looking to Thorny for permission. What?!!! Nah, it couldn't be...

Whatever the case, Thorny seemed to be in charge, at least for the moment and he had the discretion not to pester me with questions. Even as nervous as I was, I still noticed that though the women were as mystified as Thorny as to why they were here, they kept their questions to themselves. I had only asked them to stop by for a little get together, which was unusual as it had been a long time since the last time.

Surprisingly, Judith did not linger over me, but stayed glued to her father's side. I don't know if I was more surprised or disappointed. Well, not disappointed but, well, you know. I wondered if I had lost my appeal or something for a brief moment, then remembered my four devoted women in the next room.

Judith had never been one to be shy, just the opposite. I raised my eyebrow at Thorny across the room and nodded my head at Judith. Beaming with pride he put his arm around her in a not-so-fatherly manner and mimed "Rosen's Clinic" back at me. His wife saw his action and just snuggled into his side, no evidence of jealousy whatsoever. My God! I'd created a monster!

The next to arrive were Mac and CeCe. Mac was carrying a battered aluminum briefcase, which he handed to me as he came in.

"Ah, Gee, Mac. You shouldn't have," I joked.

He looked at me kind of funny, "I didn't. It's not mine and CeCe said it isn't hers. It showed up with you and Simone, so, here it is. And you're welcome, by the way."

On the way by, he whispered to me, "Is she here? Simone?"

God, he still had it bad for the young girl. It would have been cute if he had been a teenager. He was wearing her gold chain, too. I nodded that she was and he went into the house grinning like a puppy. CeCe wasn't all that happy, all of a sudden.

I stuck the briefcase in the hall closet and forgot about it.

With Mac's arrival, the party took off. Not that he was loud but Mac was used to playing to audiences the size of Yankee Stadium, so the living room with six people in it was a little small. He took an instant liking to Thorny and the two of them were swapping stories like old friends. CeCe and Judith small talked and seemed friendly but it wasn't a mix that would last long.

Bala and Amud arrived on the heels of the Rosens and the Wangs. I hadn't met Dr. Wang's daughter before, so it was a pleasure to meet Luci Wang. I immediately sensed there was something about her that seemed familiar. It struck me even as I saw her walking up the path, something about the way she moved that raised a flag of recognition. I knew that I had seen her, or someone very much like her before but given that I was the host and that the guests were just arriving, I put any niggling suspicions I had in the back of my mind. Regardless, she was an exceptionally striking lady.

Gertie and Marion, my sister, drove up together. Somehow, the fact that they had connected to come over together disturbed me. These two women held way too much power and influence over me and even though I trusted each implicitly, I didn't trust them together. I firmly believed in the Founding Father's separation of powers and all that. I had asked Marion, specifically, to bring her judge's robe but not her seal of office. I wanted her to be officious but not official. She laughed and agreed.

Beth, the young curious limo driver was the last to arrive. I nearly had to drag her into the living room when she recognized, if not the people, the power in the room. However, once she was introduced around, she fit in easily. She and CeCe hit it off, as they both did with Bala. It was good to see a plan come together.

Just as things were going along nicely, I got everyone's attention, to catcalls — mainly from Mac and Thorny — of 'Where's the booze?' and 'Where's the food?' and other extraneous comments.

"Friends," I addressed them once the noise and heckling had died down, "I've asked you here today to witness a ceremony. Now, I could go on and on about it, but I think it will be pretty self evident. You will notice there are no chairs. I want you all to move about to get the best view. I would ask that you keep any comments quiet and not to interfere with the ceremony."

I should mention the room had been cleared of all furniture with the exception of two bolsters and a small table. The contents of the table were covered with a small cloth.

After this mystifying opening monologue, I went to the wall unit and pushed "Play" on the CD player. It was queued up and ready and suddenly, with the first opening notes, the purpose of the 'ceremony' became evident.

It was 'The Wedding March' that came booming from the speakers in the walls, down the halls and into the bedroom where the four women had been anxiously waiting for their cue.

If the music had electrified the small gathering, then the appearance of my four beauties took that energy to a geometrically higher level. Janey and Simone came into the room first, leading their mothers by means of white satin leashes attached to white leather collars, although the collars were not yet visible to the guests. In fact, because of the hooded robes they were wearing, the only thing you could see of Sally and Nicole were their bare feet and their very sheer pantaloons, or harem pants.

Janey and Simone were blushing so much you would have thought that they were the intended brides. I think, however, that their outfits may have been the cause of their embarrassment. These were the outfits that had caused me the most trouble, getting the material just right, then the fit. But it had been worth it. The girls were walking wet dreams, the perfect counterpoint to what I intended for this unusual bit of ceremony.

The material their body suits were made of was translucent and when stretched, even lightly, became almost transparent. Janey's outfit was a skin-tight body suit in her shade of blue that looked as if it was painted on her trim body. Simone's attire, in a lightly silvered tone, was just as tight. The girls were as good as naked and had obviously looked at each other and themselves. Thus the reason for the blushing.

But they carried themselves with pride and dignity, following my silent directions as I pointed at the bolsters to lead their mothers through the small gathering. As the music faded, they helped the two hooded figures kneel on the soft cushions. I indicated they should stay by the side of the two women.

"Janey, will you speak for your mother?"

Grinning, she answered without hesitation, "Yes, I will."

Turning to Simone, I asked the same question. "Simone, will you speak for your mother?"

Before answering, I saw her glance briefly at her mother. A barely perceptible nod was followed by, "Yes, I will."

I took off my robe, leaving me in what would best be described as pajama bottoms, only without the gap in the front. My arousal would be obvious enough without it escaping through the nearest convenient opening.

I walked over to Sally and helped her to stand up. "Do you agree to be dressed like your Master, Sally?"

I could see the alarm in Janey's eyes until she linked with her mother. I had promised not to humiliate them in public. I didn't intend to start now. Sally seemed to sense that and sent her reassurances to Janey.

"She does."

With that, I reached over and loosened the silk belt that was holding her hooded robe closed. Gently I lifted her hood and slowly drew the robe away from her, exposing her nakedness to the guests.

There was absolute silence as they saw my intended bride. Well, except for Amud, who muttered a phrase that, loosely translated, meant, 'Praise Allah, I can die a happy man.' He always had been obsessed with Sally's tits.

I repeated the question to Nicole. Simone did not wait for an answer, and immediately answered, "She does."

I removed Nicole's robe with all the reverence I had Sally's. Her naked beauty was the rival and equal of Sally's.

Mac muttered, 'Holy Shit' in a voice that, for him, was a whisper. In this small room, we all heard it and joined in the laughter. He was right and it was a happy occasion.

Sally and Nicole were silent because they were gagged. Special marinated leather balls filled their mouths, held daintily in place with white silk ribbons. White leather cuffs linked their wrists behind their backs. The white slave collars still had the leashes attached, now hanging down and bisecting their naked breasts. The low riding harem pants, transparent and white, made it very apparent they wore nothing underneath.

The only other things they had on were the diamond hearts I had given each of them, dangling from the holes pierced through their left nipples. The sunlight from the windows caught those carbon-based baubles and sent the refracted rays dancing around the room as if in celebration of the event.

They were the most beautiful pair of women I had ever seen. And I was going to marry them both.

Moving to the small table I removed the covering. Janey recognized the tools lying there first and immediately understood what was going to happen. They had been practicing with the damn things for two weeks. I was surprised they hadn't put it together sooner. Simone was not far behind and I think she almost balked at what she thought she was going to have to do.

Thus, she was very relieved when I went up to Sally, removed her heart from her nipple and placed it on a chain that I then fastened around her neck. It nestled in its new location in the valley between her tits.

"Sally, you are my love. Will you accept my mark?"

Janey answered, "She will. With all her love."

I glanced at the girl, ready to tell her not to ad-lib. She just nodded at her mother and shrugged, an action, I should add, that sent chills down the spine of every male and a few of the females present. By shrugging her shoulders, she tightened the fabric along every nook and cranny of her body and the material covering her charms completely disappeared. For the briefest of moments she was delightfully exposed.

Taking the tool that had caused so many squeals in the cellar, I fit it to Sally's left nipple and pulled the trigger. The sterile needle knifed through the tender flesh in the blink of an eye leaving another perforation in her nipple, at cross purposes to the original hole. The two tunnels now formed an 'X.'

While my hands were still steady I retrieved a set of rings from the table. One was a smaller diamond heart circumscribed by a platinum loop. The other was an emerald 'L, ' also circumscribed by a platinum loop. These rings would be my mark, my sign of ownership, a sign of her total surrender and commitment to me. I slipped the two interlocking wires through the two tunnels.

Then I took the second tool from the table. This was the tool that had caused the smell of burning flesh, or at least its predecessors had. Until I happened upon this small laser welder, we had been singeing more than hair with the butane and electric soldering irons. The laser technique was still exceedingly hot and burned like the dickens, but at least the damage to the surrounding flesh was minimal. If you did it right.

I quickly soldered the ends of the rings together, permanently affixing my mark onto Sally's nipple. The practice paid off, as the welds were indistinguishable from the rest of the wire loops.

When I turned to Nicole, I didn't need to ask the question. She stepped forward and literally thrust her tit at me. Smiling, I asked the question anyway and Simone, relieved she wasn't going to have to use the piercing tool, cheerfully agreed. I removed the large diamond heart from her breast, put it around her neck, and repeated the process of placing my mark on her as well, using a sterile needle, of course.

Neither woman had flinched during the process. I only hoped I could be so brave when my turn came, and, to the surprise of Janey and Simone, my turn would come sooner than they expected. Like, it was now.

Thinking the ceremony over, Janey had stepped back a bit. She was not prepared for my next question.

"Sally, will you place your mark on me?"

Simone, closer to the small table, could see what was still lying on it. I could see her shaking her head at Janey, trying to tell her 'No.' I guess she thought that if Janey didn't do it, she wouldn't have to. She was young.

But Janey wasn't looking in her direction, didn't see the warning and listening to her mother on her link, said, "Yes, she will."

When I knelt on the bolster in front of Sally, Janey looked at me blankly. I sent her a picture of the piercing tool and the message, 'Just like we practiced.'

She realized way too late what I wanted her to do and started to bolt. I think it was her mother talking to her over their link that stopped her. I picked up on some it, something about ruining her special day and telling her grandchildren about it or something like that. It sounded kind of threatening, to me. Whatever, it did the trick and Janey reluctantly picked up the piercing tool and plunged the needle at the practiced angle through my left nipple. That sucker hurt like Hell!

But that was nothing like the fire that burned in my chest when Janey soldered the loop circumscribing the emerald 'S' for Sally. Janey had done it perfectly, but still, I don't think guys were meant to go through all that piercing stuff. Way too painful and I don't care if that doesn't sound macho or manly. Even now, that fucker hurts when I think about it.

My eyes were watering and wonder of wonders, I got to do it all again for Nicole! Which Simone did for her flawlessly — thank God for all that practice with those pigs' ears — and I did and, No, I did not yelp, cry, winch, moan or flinch. I did just about wet my pants but I escaped even that indignity by the narrowest of margins.

With the ceremony over, I gathered the leashes of my two brides and led the assembled guests to the back terrace by the pool, where CeCe's catering company had, unbeknownst to her, set up a small feast, complete with open bar. The wait staff was long gone so there were no strange eyes to feast upon the naked charms of my lovelies.

Marion, seeing her moment, had slipped out of the room and changed into her robe. When she came in, there were gales of laughter. She looked for all the world like a huge blob of cotton candy. The robe she had chosen to wear was bright flamingo pink. Definitely not official.

Grinning over at me, she held her arms up for silence. "I think we all recognize what a momentous day this is. Girls, there is one less eligible man out there, God damn it and, even though he is my baby brother, that just makes it tougher for the rest of us."

Feminine voices called out "Hear! Hear!" and "You go, girl!"

"On the other hand, as his big sister, I have to take some family pride in the fact that no single woman could reel him in. Nope, not MY little brother. Chauvinist pig that he is, girls, he feels he needs two, count 'em, two of us to keep him satisfied. As usual, he's going to get his way, so I guess, if I have to, as his big sister, I will give my blessings to this heathen occasion."

The assembled guest clapped and cheered raucously at her little speech. I thought it was a bit much.

"Seriously, Larry, it's about damn time! We're all happy for you, Sally and Nicole. You never did do things the way everybody else did, which is what makes you special. All of you. Good luck..." she finished, then said wryly as kind of an afterthought, " ... you're going to need it!"

Her upstaging finished she came over to the three of us and hugged. Marion and my wives were all crying, something that seems obligatory for women at weddings. I guess men shouldn't make fun of women for crying at weddings as we all have an instinctual gut reaction of panic and horror on those same occasions. It just isn't considered socially acceptable to run from the church or courthouse screaming with shit in our pants...

I took the leashes and tied one to each end of the buffet table. I had asked to have a small space set off by ribbons at each end and the two naked women now stood in those special areas, erotic bookends on display.

Seeing what I had done with the women, Marion took it upon herself to be the first to 'kiss' the brides. Going up first to Sally, she did a cheek to cheek with her. I think she murmured something in her ear as Sally nodded to her as they separated. Marion then cupped Sally's left breast with her hand, ostensibly examining the rings. I thought she took a little longer than necessary to look at them, but that might have just been me.

Marion then marched over to Nicole with a defiant step and did the cheek to cheek thing with her, too. Nicole also nodded and, if I thought she examined Sally's rings for a long time, Marion really did take a long time with Nicole's. When I asked her about that later, she told me she thought she should take advantage of the opportunity to cop a feel while she could. It might never come again. That stunned me, as I had never thought of my sister with other women, though a couple of other pieces of the puzzle named 'Marion' fell into place if that were true. I put that thought aside for a later time.

I walked around the terrace, mingling with the guests, introducing those that hadn't met. Thorny found me and pulled me aside.

"So, my boy, finally tying the knot, eh? Good, good. Good to settle down, start a family..."

"Thorny, this is me you're talking to. Start a family? Good God, man, I have two teenaged girls in the house! I don't need more!"

"Oh, yes, that, that ... Hmmm, well, I suppose."

The man was pre-occupied with something. He was acting like a doddering old fool and that wasn't like him at all. He was one of the sharpest legal minds on the East Coast, even at his age. I took a stab.

"So, you took my advice and talked to the Rosen's about the appointments. How did that work out?"

The light returned to his eyes, a gleam I hadn't seen in years. He damn near looked young again. "Oh, son, I'm sorry. I've been so busy, I've forgotten to thank you. Best thing that ever happened. Should've done it years ago."

I didn't remind him that it had only recently become available. He continued.

"You know, Margaret and I have always been a little, um, frisky, and, well, about a week or two after their appointment, I happened to have her across my knee. In the bedroom. Well, you know how it is. I playfully swatted her bare behind and she froze. I thought I had hit her too hard, but then she said 'Harder, Thorny. Do it again, harder.' I damn near shot off in my shorts. I did and we had a night I had been dreaming of for years. A real fantasy come true.

"That night changed our entire lives, son. She's over my knee every night now, and two — three times a day. She can't get enough. She even bought one of those horse whip things, a crop or something for me to use on her, and all kinds of other fancy stuff..." He grinned knowingly at me. " ... but you know all about those things, I see," nodding at my bound brides.

"So things have been pretty lively around the house lately?"

"Just the opposite, son! The little wife is as quiet and docile as a lamb. A whole new woman. Judith, too,..." he stopped himself short, but he knew he had slipped up.

"I've been meaning to ask you about her. She seems, well, softer somehow. How did she take to the implants?"