Chapter 4
He's taken me to bed.
A reward?'
He loves me?
Or just a male reaction?
It doesn't matter really, the thing is he's done it. It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! We never mentioned Nancy all night. We forgot her completely. Oh, sure, I was chained to the bed by one ankle. We never mentioned that either.
There was bound to be a change. Both of us changed.
Not basically. But in our knowledge of ourselves. Especially me!
When the time came I couldn't bear the electricity between us. I'm surprised it didn't spark. But it was a moment of portent and we both knew it. I simply held my hands out for the handcuffs while he was still wondering how to open the subject. Then I insisted on having my ankles chained as well. I was frightened of freedom. I'd held it in my hand and flirted with it. I'd had enough of awful decision. The chains came as a relief. Honest!
Men are so difficult about emotion. Cedric was so smitten with gratitude for what I'd done, or tried to do, that we was prepared to let me continue to go about the place with clothes on and absolutely free of bonds. This happened after we'd put Nancy in a safe place and before he took me to bed. I had to be severe. I told him straight I'd honour my word and allow myself to be chained now this crisis was over, but I'd be damned if I'd walk around free and stay there. It was asking too much. I told him to either make me keep my promise or to say goodbye. I swore I'd never tell on him if I went. The poor goof looked so stricken that it was right there I took off my clothes and offered my wrists.
Was I crazy?
Am I kinky?
I don't know.
Oh, shit!
So I was a slave girl again. And taken to bed by my master! It did us both good. I wanted it, and it sort of made him my Master again put him back on top no pun intended. I was terribly, terribly happy. I know that has to be ridiculous, but I was happy. And it didn't go away.
I expect that in that decision I made I was influenced a bit by memories. I'd been Cedric's slave a long time. If his fool of a name makes him sound namby-pamby, he isn't. True, I'm mostly a jump ahead of him except when I'm being whipped. But he's good looking and well set up and can be a lot of fun. Right from the start he'd mostly let me have dinner with him, and they were very good dinners! Afterwards we'd go to a the lounge and sip drinks. We had a helluva' lot of laughs. I got so I never noticed I was chained and minus clothes. Crazy!
I don't think I'm in love with him I don't think he's in love with me.
It's nicer than that.
A lot simpler.
Nancy helped our readjustment after the crises. She unwillingly gave us a common interest and stopped us being shy or self conscious because of that awful day. Boy was she a handful! With her around I'd never be bored again. When my master told me I could have her for my own personal slave it seemed like fun. But that first day - Holy Cow!
"You're nothing but a traitor."
Because I'd been promoted, we had locked her in my cell for the night. Handcuffs in front. Another pair on her ankles so she could only hobble. We had also removed what was left of her clothes. She glared at me now through the bars.
"How about breakfast?"
"You know what you can do with breakfast!"
"How about the bathroom?"
I had her there. I knew how she felt.
"While I'm using the bathroom you can get my clothes. I'll leave immediately after."
She said it like she believed it. I could feel the shock waves as I chained her ankles and put the collar and chain on her neck. "Your feet are chained." she said accusingly.
"You guessed right, Nancy. I'm a slave girl too."
"What d'you mean 'too!' I'm not such an idiot as to allow myself to be treated the way you do."
I slipped my panties down and showed her my bottom.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "He beats you. There had to be something." There came a little break in her voice. "And you've got whip marks here and there all over. Oh Cathy!"
I had to feel sorry for her. After all, I knew the feeling. I put a comforting arm 'round her shoulder and kissed her lightly. "You can get the same marks too." I warned her gently. "Just be sensible. It's a case of: if you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
I led her to the bathroom and locked her chain to the wall. I'll admit I got a bang out of it. I couldn't but wonder if I'd looked as outraged as poor Nancy.
Now I had a problem with myself. Maybe you've caught sight of it. My ankles were chained. I could walk slowly but not run. I was naked. But on the face of it there seemed no reason why I couldn't grab a cover, walk out the door and down the road.
It was part of this new master I now had. He was trusting 'me in a way he shouldn't have. He was giving me a half a freedom so I could take away all of Nancy's. But I was ungrateful for the nervous strain of it. Should I walk down the dusty road or shouldn't I! If I did and he caught me he would punish me bad: that was a deterrent.
On the other hand I might make it and be rescued. But then how would I explain being naked with chained feet! There would be awkward questions I couldn't answer. Sure as shooting I'd end up with the police. Being a slave has its own problems. Slavery and freedom comes in degrees. Each is comparative.
"Where are my clothes?" said Nancy.
"Come and have breakfast.".
"I refuse to be naked in front of that man."
"Would you sooner go back in the cell, hungry?"
"I can't walk with my feet chained like this."
"If I can, you can."
Grudgingly, she followed my tug on her chain.
"Good morning, Nancy." said my Master politely, eyeing her frantic efforts to do something with her cuffed hands. "You can only cover one thing, so don't bother."
She chose her left breast for a few moments and then abandoned the project. She was all blushes and anger, not all that scared. We ate, and my master laid down a few rules.
"You'll obey us both, Nancy."
"Up yours!"
"You can never escape. You may be here for life."
"It's you who'll get life."
"You are going to become a slave."
"Please don't be ridiculous. And take these handcuffs off me, How d'you expect me to use a knife and fork!"
"You are doing very well."
"You're a couple of kooks. She's as bad as you."
"You can be punished for impertinence."
"Drop dead."
"You will be punished for disobedience and for attempts to escape."
"How you do natter on!"
"Cathy was once in your situation."
"She should be ashamed of herself!"
"You will be assigned small tasks."
"Laying down to be screwed, I suppose?"
My Master's lips betrayed amusement. "That comes only as a reward for good behaviour."
"You can give her my share."
Nancy Dwight was not easy. She was a self-important little busybody. Her act in breaking into the house demonstrated her assurance. She was probably a spoiled brat. My master sighed.
"You must consider yourself Cathy's personal property."
Considering she was wearing handcuffs, Nancy's aim with the cup of coffee was pretty fair. Some reached my master's face, the rest splattered on his shirt. Our unwilling visitor sat with eyes blazing defiance.
My master rose. He did it grandly and with purpose.
"I'll clean up." he said evenly. Then to me: "Cathy, advise this absurd child."
I remembered how I'd broken that dish on the floor!
"I suppose he'll knock me around now." Nancy was prepared to enjoy martyrdom.
"You'll most likely be whipped."
"Oh, come off it! He wouldn't dare."
"I showed you my behind. He whips me when I'm silly."
She dismissed my weals with a clink of cuffs. "You're one of those that like it. I've read --"
"I don't like it! I hate it! It hurts something awful!" I was getting miffed with this imperious little snippet. "I scream and beg and promise the same way you will."
My vehemence got to her. "He won't will he?"
"He will."
Her eyes strayed to my unfettered hands. "Why don't you walk out?"
"The doors are locked, the ground floor windows are barred. Besides, I can't walk much faster than you can. There is also the little matter of getting my fanny flayed."
She munched and asked for another cup of coffee to replace the one she'd used as a missile. Nancy was thinking hard.
"Why don't the two of us jump him?"
"You won't get such bright ideas after your bottom's been striped."
"Isn't there something we can hit him on the head with when he comes through the door?"
Thought of my master with a battered head revolted me. I wanted freedom, but at a lesser price. I told her so.
"You're in love with him."
"No, I'm not! But it's just - oh damn, it's more complicated than you can see right now."
Nancy's vexed admonitions were lost in my master's re-entry. He said in that lovely terse way he'd often used on me, "Ten strokes."
"For other folks!" Nancy's eyes flashed. "Why don't you grow up!"
"If you've finished eating you can do the dishes." "You know what you can do with your dishes."
My Master sighed happily. I have to admit I was pleasantly excited myself. Nancy needed guidance. I hate to admit it, but in certain circumstances there's only one guidance us girls really pay attention to. Little Miss Muffet was about to make its acquaintance.
"She's all yours, Cathy. I'll inspect the job later."
Good gosh, me!
Thrash a slave girl!
Wow!
I had to be quite brutal with the chain to drag my new possession to her place of punishment. something was wrong! This wasn't my role.
I found myself resenting the expostulating little bitch who was making each step a tug of war. Why the hell couldn't she have kept her nose out of my affairs!
"All this fuss over a few dishes!"
"Oh shut up!"
The punishment room and its contents had only faintly sobering effect on my charge.
"Stage props! I'm not impressed."
"Lay on this bench."
You lay on it."
With an unexpected push I got her face down. With frantic hands I got the strap round her waist and cinched it as tight as I could. I knew from experience a girl was helpless after that., She kicked and pounded for awhile and then gave up.
"You're being absolutely beastly to me."
"I'm going to free your wrists and ankles, Nancy."
She perked. So did suspicion. "What for?"
"It's best to tie you down tight with rope. "I refuse. I won't let you."
"You can't stop me."
"There's something wrong with this bench a hump." "That's to raise your bottom.
It's sticking out beautifully now. After I've got you tied it will be even better."
That hump was more eloquent than my words. I knew how she felt. She kept quiet while I used the keys and don't think it wasn't a damn funny feeling for me! But when I put the first rope around her ankle she went wild. She kicked so much she hurt herself on the bench. When she tired I managed to get her lower half nice and tight. She had a lovely round backside. In fact, she'd a pretty good figure all around. Her face would have been good too if she could stop being petulant and demanding. It was when I knelt beside her face to tie her wrists that she became girlish. Her eyes were turned my way and very close. The pulse in her neck was beating hard.
"We ought to be on the same side."
"We are."
"We're not. If we were you'd let me go."
"Then I'd be thrashed too."
"My pussy's showing up behind, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I don't want him to see it like that."
"He's seen mine often enough."
Her eyes widened. It was as though she saw me for the first time. "Honest? You mean you've been tied like this?"
"Of course."
Poor kid. I suppose it was hard for her to digest.
Really hard.
"Look, Cathy. He doesn't go through with it, does he? He isn't really going to hit my bottom with some lousy stick or whip or something?"
"Of course he is. How d'you think I got my marks!"
She looked interested. "What did you do?"
"I lost my temper and said something I shouldn't Slaves aren't allowed to lose their tempers. You'd better watch yours."
"I think you're both doing this to scare me. But if he does, you know, if he hits me down there he could get my pussy."
"That's an occupational hazard."
"0 Cathy, don't be so callous! Look, you've tied that wrist awful tight. If I let you tie the other one without struggling will you tie them both a bit looser? Please?"
"Slaves aren't allowed to bargain."
"Oh wow! You're hurting."
I knew there was only one thing that would put a dent in Nancy's conceit with herself. I hurriedly finished tying, using all the tricks of cinch and knot my master used on me. When I was finished she was very helpless and looked cute as can be.
"I can't move."
"You're not supposed to."
So there I was! Face to face with a situation I'd never dreamed of. Total power over another girl. I could whip Nancy as long as I wanted.
But I didn't want.
I found my master in his study. I was already crying. I sank to my knees and buried my wet face in his lap, my arms clung. He put a hand in my hair and left it there.
We said nothing. We didn't need to. After I'd given him a nice wet patch, I mumbled.
"It's no good."
"What's wrong, Cathy?"
"She's spoilt things. She's spoilt everything."
"Where is she now?"
"Oh, I've got her safely tied to the bench. But I can't whip her. I just can't. It's not my thing. It's not me."
"But I want you to."
"Oh, master!"
He went on smoothing my hair. He'd grown a up a lot since he kidnapped me.
"If you refuse to cane her bottom, I'll whip you, Cathy."
"Yes I know, Master. I'd sooner it was that way."
The hand continued its play. After a while I wanted to puff .
"That bad, eh?"
"Yes, master."
"You mean you dislike her, or you just don't want to punish her?"
"I don't like any of it, Master. It's lousing us up. Before she showed, I knew where I was at. Now I don't. Look at me now, I'm running around this house almost in freedom - just my ankles chained. I've got so I can walk real good like this."
"Is that bad?"
"Of course it is! Don't you realise I could wrap something around my best parts and slip out of a window. You might not catch me before I found help."
"Is it a chance you wish to take, Cathy?"
"I don't know. It's not as simple as just being frightened of the punishment you'd give me if you caught me. It's that I don't want to live like this, always tempted. With Nancy Dwight yelling at me because I don't cut and run."
"But I can't chain you more heavily or keep you locked up. You wouldn't be able to handle Nancy or keep your authority."
"That's right, Master. The best thing is to keep us both properly chained or locked up together. I don't want a slave. We both belong to you."
"Well, when we knew we, were stuck with her it seemed a nice idea that she'd be company for you."
"I don't want her."
My master's voice was troubled. "I don't want her either."
I raised my head in surprise, but his hand continued in my hair, so I put it back down.
"You'd think if one slave girl was good, two would be better." he said slowly. "But I can tell already I'm not going to like it. I'm no Solomon, but I can see where jealousy is going to pop up. I've got used to you." He chuckled. "And besides, last night in bed was habit forming."
"It was beautiful, Master."
"So what do we do?"
"Let me go and keep her. I won't talk."
"Oh come off it, Cathy!" he paused. "Do you want freedom that bad?
All of a sudden, I was crying again. It was just much too much. I didn't know what I wanted, and I couldn't even think of a way to say I didn't know. My master let me cry it out, just gently patting my bare shoulder from time to time. Finally I said the thing I was sure I ought to say. It came out in little sobs.
"Yes, Master, I want freedom. Wouldn't any girl!"
"Is this so bad?"
"In a little while you will have to whip me. I wear chains."
"Is that an answer, Cathy?"
"It is all I have, Master."
"Do you love me?"
"No. I don't think so."
"Well don't you know?"
"No, I don't know, Master. I'm sorry. You made me a slave. I'm all mixed up."
"I won't let you go, Cathy."
Everything was crumbling. My beautiful happiness of the night and of the morning dissolving. On top of Nancy Dwight we were now all smothered in emotion, emotions we hadn't known were there. Emotions that were going to rob me of a master and replace him with a total stranger. I could sense that Cedric was not every going to whip me again, or chain me, or lock me in the cell. I wasn't going to be a slave. I wasn't going to be anything. If he gave me my freedom I wouldn't know what to do with it I'd be out there somewhere, a nothing!
This can't be happening.
It's crazy.
Unreal.
"We'd better go and deal with Nancy." I said listlessly.
"I don't want to do that either." said my Master.
We looked at each, other in dismay. And then laughed. We'd gone over a brink into hysteria. But it brought release. I sparked my screwball idea.
I told my idea to my Master.
My Master said it was nuts, but if that's what I wanted...
We went down to the punishment room and our waiting guest.
She was not pleased to see us. Her wrists were already red where she'd been tugging, so where her ankles.
"This has gone far enough."
From the way she said it, it was obvious she expected it to go further. My Master picked up the cane that awful one that's wrapped around my hips so often!
"Don't you use that thing on me!"
My master used it on her, but good.
I was entranced. I'd never been a spectator. It was like watching the scarlet line form across my own bottom and the flesh begin to raise. I didn't feel a bit guilty. I was cheesed off with Nancy.
"Damn you, that hurt!"
She looked up at my master indignantly. I'm sure she thought she was imparting information of which he was unaware.
My master swished her again. I was able to see how a girl's skin depresses under the impact and then bounces back and blossoms. Nancy became quite animated and tugged delightfully. Her voice was now uncertain.
"Stop it. I think we'd better talk." "You make a habit of breaking into people's houses?" "Don't make such a big thing of it. It doesn't entitle you to do this to me."
"You prefer the cops?"
Nancy tried to wriggle, but I'd tied her too tight. I understood the desperation building up insider her angry mind. "Well... I mean, that's what I want to talk about."
My master gave her number three. It was quite beautiful the way they were spaced.
Lovely tattoos on pink skin. When a girl is whipped she ought to be able to see her stripes. The sight would help a lot. Nancy howled and made my ropes creak.
"Damn you, I said I'd talk. Hold it." "What about?"
"Well, are you doing this to me because I snooped or because you enjoy it?"
"Both."
"You're a kook. But O.K. Maybe I owe you. Give me five and let me go. We'll call it quits."
"You don't want me to call the police?"
"Stop talking about them. You don't suppose I'm going to bare my bum and bend over for 'em to have a look, do you"
"That isn't what I meant."
"Alright, alright! No, I don't want you to turn me in. Give me five of these beastly agonies and let me go.
"Ten."
"I'll die."
I recalled saying that myself. A girl actually believes it. My master laid on number four. I gasped when I saw what it had hit. Poor Nancy! She would have done well in opera.
"You bastard! You hit my cunt!"
"You shouldn't stick it out like that."
"I can't help it, idiot! Look, don't hit it again please!
My master hit it again. I could swear I saw it swell. Nancy had lovely plump lips.
Some man would be lucky probably had been!.
After the vocals and the heavings against my ropes she gasped: "That's five! Please, Please, that's enough I've paid for your rotten window."
My Master gave Nancy her other five. The effect was remarkable.
She screamed steadily.
Caned bottoms are beautiful.
I got horny.
I was ashamed of myself. I would not have wanted to cane Nancy's pleasant little posterior. But watching it done by my master - wow! I could understand why he'd often caned mine, just for the fun of it. The whole effect of those scarlet cheeks was exquisitely delicious.
"I shall never forgive you." said Nancy.
"You can untie me now." said Nancy.
We broke the news to her.
"You mean I have to stay tied up like this and watch that! She made the final word sound an obscenity.
"I've been a very bad girl." I said demurely.
If I'd have been her I'd have been a bit more humble after those ten. But Nancy was unquenchable. Her bottom flamed, so did her scorn.
"I guessed it right. You're both kooks." "It's because I absolutely refused to cane your bottom, Nancy. I didn't want to. My thing is the other way 'round."
"Your cunt! Oh sorry, yeah, I see what you mean. You love it, don't you! I was sure you did. Those marks..."
"Yes, I love it." I hoped my lie didn't show.
"You must be crazy. The pain's awful." She looked up at me, puzzled. "Or doesn't it hurt with girls like you?"
"It hurts, Just as much as with you and I'll scream. But I have to have it, I have to.
But you're not interested."
Nancy was interested as all get out. But she wasn't about to admit it. "Well, if I have to watch I have to." She said with false dolour. "I suppose having another girl see you whipped makes you hornier still?"
"I can't help it. That's the way I am."
The little biddy didn't realise how lucky she was. A front seat to watch the greatest show on earth. The fact she was tied to it wouldn't spoil her view. My Master and I went all out. What I was about to suffer had to pay a dividend.
"The bar and the straps, Master?"
"Get over there, Cathy."
"Master please, not too hard?"
"You need a lesson. And if I don't do it hard, you beef."
"Not the bad whip, Master?"
"That's her way of asking for the bad one." my master informed our wide-eyed audience. Then to me: "Off, with those panties."
"But isn't it my back you're going to whip?"
"Never mind. Off!"
I parted with my panties slowly as though they were my last friend. I didn't have to act. It was real. Baring her last private bits is just plain anguish for a girl at such a time.
"What's this 'Master' business?" Nancy was getting interested.
I snapped at her. "What else should I call him! I told you, at times like this I'm his slave. I can't help that either."
"Well, don't get shitty. I'm just asking."
"Get your wrists in there, Cathy."
Hastily I obeyed. Cedric strapped them extra tight, then up they went until I was on my toes.
"You've a nice figure."
From Nancy, that was a real bouquet. Her eyes were popping. I strove for a nice blend of poignant expectancy. I heard her gasp when Cedric took the whip from the rack on the wall.
It was by no means his cruellest whip. But to the uninitiated it looked wicked. the punishment I was about to get wouldn't be my worst. But it would hurt bad enough even though it was in a good cause.
"Please, master, not too many."
He didn't bother to answer, just whipped me.
I screamed and danced. He'd taken my ankle chains when I'd removed the panties. I was able to put on a real display of flashing legs and writhing rump. The lash he was using was just enough to get a response out of me with each blow. I didn't have to act. When I pleaded for him to stop, I meant it. When I begged him to stop and to fuck me instead, I meant that too. From the corner of one eye I could see Nancy was getting all the right impressions.
I threw in a simulated orgasm for good measure. I heaved and gasped and lifted myself off the floor. Cedric paused with the whip to allow Nancy a ringside view.
But at the peak of my act he gave me a real dowser of a lash and I'll be damned if I didn't explode! I was furious with myself. I didn't mind putting on an act for Miss Nosey. But that she should see me actually reach such a shattering climax! I curled up in chagrin. But the whip kept slicing me so I had other things to worry about.
At the end I hung sweating. All very familiar.
"Satisfied?"
"It was gorgeous, master. Thank you!"
I put my heart in it. I was panting hard and feeling that wonderful thankfulness I'd known so often. I can understand girls wanting to be whipped just to get that glorious relief. It's a sort of glowing orgasm that lasts and lasts.
Nancy understood it, too. The things she wanted to believe of us were falling into their appointed slots in her sharp little mind.
"Gee." she said in a hushed voice. "I really envy you." "Master. I want you. Bad!"
Cedric freed me and carried my whip streaked nakedness from the room.
Nancy watched fascinated. But not a peep!
This time it was even more beautifully wonderful than the night before. I knew why.
I was getting to know a lot of things. After a long, long time, I knew I did not want to do the next thing on our agenda.
But I had to.
No other way.
Oh, damn!
Why was I a girl.
Men own us always.