Chapter 11
Girl in Gold
I was not bound until the following morning. Sure I could have escaped during the night but escape from Tom Fredrick's was the last thing I wanted. Poor Nancy had to sleep on the floor with both wrists and ankles locked in handcuffs. As an added precaution, Tom locked a chain around her neck with its other end locked to the bedpost. I really felt sorry for Nancy even though I felt quite certain she was counting my sins in her mind and calculating the punishment to which I would be subject once I was back under control of the Sensuality Club. In the meantime she belonged to Tom.
In the morning Tom took us away. Nancy rode in the trunk. He said my home was not properly equipped for the subjugation of slavegirls and his place would work much better. On arrival Nancy was instantly locked in a downstairs cell. I stood trembling as Tom ran a length of cord back and forth through his fingers. He eyed me.
"You know what to do, honeybunch," he said and I felt a thrill run down my spine. "We now begin your thirty days."
I've already spoken of the extraordinary sensations I feel whenever I turn my back and offer my bare arms. It was the same now only more so. Tom Fredrick's quite simply crossed my wrist and with care bound them with the thin cord I knew I could never defeat. I did not care, this was a beginning, not an end. When he had tugged the final knot, he asked aggressively, "Well?"
"I can't get loose." I laughed in unconcern. 'Tom, there's no way I can ever free myself after you tie me like this!"
"You haven't even tried."
"No, but I will. What I mean is a girl knows when she's helpless."
"Okay, okay. I suppose I should do something with your feet. Can't have a girl running around almost free."
My master set me down so I could watch him join my ankles a foot apart with rope he finally wound around and around the connecting strands until it looked like a hangman's knot. I could walk but my steps would be short and my progress slow.
Making my voice casual, I asked, "Is that it? Does this replace the handcuffs and leg irons?"
"That's it, sweetheart. Haven't you already figured ways to get loose?"
I knew I would never get loose but did not tell him so. I simply shrugged and said, "I'm going to be your wife. I don't know how I'll do it but I will. I hope this is all the tying up you're going to do."
"Damn!" Tom exclaimed. "Those feet! I can't get your legs apart."
"You could have thought of that before you tied them."
"Don't be a smart-ass. Would it be cheating if I put those golden leg irons back on your ankles?"
"I don't see why you couldn't untie my feet at night and tie them again the next morning. You're getting lazy. I'll figure something out."
"I could screw you dog fashion for the next thirty days. Of course I could always use Nancy?"
"Use the golden shackles," I said with instant decision.
We left it at that.
During those first few days there were times when I thought of asking my master to relieve me of the cords and lock me once more in the lovely golden shackles. By the end of the first twenty-four hours I knew I was never going to escape from the way he tied me so what the hell. I didn't ask because it seemed ungrateful and because it might seem I didn't want to become Mrs. Tom Fredrick's. But I didn't worry too much because of the truly outrageous things he did to me, in and out of bed. His sexual use of me was so nearly continuous I thought I would grow numb and lose sensitivity. But with him it didn't work that way. I got more and more acutely sensitive in all the proper places. I was so happy I didn't bother much about trying to get untied. From my first moment of being bound I had secretly suppose my weapon would be in the kitchen, and went there as soon as I could. But the knives were all in one drawer which was locked. I could almost hear Tom laughing.
My next try was with a pair of scissors but the stuff Tom had used laughed at the scissors and I actually broke a pair. Guilty I hid the broken pieces. I looked around the house for those sharp edges but found none. Because of Tom's constant attentions, I didn't much care.
My master was interested in my progress of lack of it. And he inspected my tied wrists daily, always assuring me my hands were securely tied. I could have told him that myself. My feet were freed often, mainly because Tom didn't really like doggy style. The golden shackles were sometimes locked on. I didn't complain because it was a lot nicer to walk around with chained feet than tied ones. Little by little we settled down to a comfortable routine from which I was positive I could never escape and didn't really want to. Tom assured me I would make it before the thirty days was up but he was the only one who believed it.
I felt guilty about Nancy. Nancy Turpin was a fellow member of the club and against whom I had no wish for revenge. Tom was keeping her locked in the cell which wasn't much of a life for any girl. When I asked why he kept her there, he said it would teach the club not to mess in his affairs. Even though the poor girl was behind bars I was jealous. Tom allowed me to visit Nancy on the fourth day. He opened the cell door wide and left it that way. It didn't matter very much because I was tied and Nancy was locked to a ring in the stone floor which allowed her the run of the cell but little else.
In my whole life I don't think anyone was so pleased to see me. Nancy's hands were tied behind her back the same as mine so our greeting was inhibited. I don't think it is right to lock a girl behind bars and leave her long.
I immediately gave her the only physical comfort I could by doing what Tom called "muff diving." When she felt better I was deluged with questions. Why had Tom made her prisoner? What was Tom going to do with her? What was Tom going to do with me?
When I protested I didn't know the answers, I'm sure she thought I lied. Seeing how beautiful her nakedness was, I secretly wondering if Tom wasn't keeping her around because he wanted a second female body to screw.
We backed up and tried to free each other's hands but gave up in disgust when we could not work the knots loose. Nancy was curious about the whip marks on her bottom that she could not see. I assured her that they were all the expected color and very beautiful indeed. She seemed relieved there was no broken skin. After a while she asked how good Tom was in bed and was he likely to use her as well as me.
I picked the query up as wishful thinking and was again jealous.
After a while Nancy brought up the topic that was perhaps her main concern. "Angelique, in those times when I whipped or the other girls whipped you, did you get these strange sensations?"
"Of course I did."
"I mean as if you had gone miles away from the here? And that you weren't any longer the same girl at all?" She gazed at me earnestly. "Should it be like that?"
"I guess so." I almost had to laugh at how serious she was. "Being whipped is the start of turning someone like you or me into a slavegirl. Our owner then whips us once in a while to keep the knowledge in our mind. It's sort of basic and simple."
Nancy nodded slowly. Then as if anxious to impart a discovery, "Your owner is really marvelous, isn't he?" Her eyes were shining. "You're so lucky, Angelique. I really do envy you. But I do wish he'd take me out of this cage."
I laughed. "You're a perfect example of the before and after. You mean to tell me Tom actually achieved a conversion with only twenty strokes?"
Nancy had the grace to blush. "I'm not going back on anything I said. But I'll admit that fellow you belong to sort of showed me something in myself I didn't know was there." She sighed with pleasure. 'Tom really is wonderful."
I knew the irritation I felt over Nancy's change over heart was unreasonable. I swallowed it quickly. I advised, "Nancy, you don't have to keep calling Tom my master, or owner, or anything else. Just call him Tom. He owns you, too, you know."
She held up her chain. "This tells me that and so do those bars. But I might as well be some wild thing he caught and put in a cage for all the attention he pays me." Her voice now held heart-break. "I don't know why he keeps me or what he wants me for."
I had no answer. I wished Nancy was back with the Sensuality Club. For my money she was altogether to gorgeous and would daily tempt my master. Disgustedly I looked at the chain around Nancy's middle and twisted the cord behind my back. "Nancy, dear, I'd get you out of here if I could. But look at me, I'm as helpless as you. I don't know why he wants you. I wish I did."
"You're jealous."
"I suppose so. Two girls and one man never did work out."
Nancy shrugged. We were both so helpless it would be useless to argue over something we could not control. Sadly she said, "I feel awful about the way the club treated you, Angelique. When I think of you being passed from girl to girl and getting punished by each one, I have to think perhaps I'm getting only what I deserve. Does Tom really have it in for the Sensuality Club ?"
"He hates lesbians. If he catches us doing it, we'll get the whipping of our lives." I grinned at her. "Since he's owned me, I've come to understand his point of view. He's very much a male."
"You must have some sort of influence with him, Angelique. Could you please ask what he intends for me? Why do I have my hands tied? I can't escape even if I had them."
"I'll try. So far as your hands go, you're no different to me. Mine are tied the same as yours. Even if we had tied them, it wouldn't do us any good. You're still chained and I'm still shackled. Cheer up, for all I know he might let you lose tomorrow."
My master was not the least bit open on the subject of Nancy. He had got her and was enjoying the sense of possession. As he laughingly said, "Think of all those clucking hens in the club wondering if I'm going to send her back pregnant. Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea!"
"But keeping her locked up in chains and tied the way you have her isn't very kind."
"They weren't very kind to you, were they? You were all fired anxious to escape the first time I met you."
"Yes, but I don't want her around, she bothers me."
"Not before I screw her a few times. Teach her she's female."
"But I don't want you screwing her," I said very unhappily. "I want you screwing me and only me. Darling, you've whipped her and brought her down to size. Please send her home."
"Seems to me you said that before." Tom's voice held a warning I didn't want to hear.
"Yes I did and I'll say it again. Tom, dear, two girls and one man is simply not a good idea."
"You're jealous!"
"Yes, I'm jealous. Nancy's a beautiful girl and she wants you to do it to her so damned bad she's hurting. Whip her if that's what you wish but get it over. She belongs back in the Sensuality Club."
"sweetheart, you're giving me orders. You're not my wife yet, you know."
"And I never will be, not the way you keep me tied." I was becoming emotional but didn't care. "I've tried and tried to get loose but can't. I love you terribly and don't want you to have another slavegirl. Please?"
"Maybe it is as well you brought this up." There was a terrible authority in my master's voice. "Even if you get loose and I marry you, that is not going to change me. I'll still own slavegirls like Jennifer or this Nancy. You ought to be pleased because they'll get the strips I could lay on you."
His voice trailed away and his eyes burned mine.
"Aren't I enough to keep you happy?" I looked at my master with all the appeal I could. "I've never complained about you whipping me. You can whip me all you want so long as you take me to bed afterwards and love me. Please, Master, don't sleep with any other girl."
"Don't be silly, we're both adults. Angelique, I thought you had more sense."
The cords around my wrists were suddenly doubly tight. The shackles on my feet bespoke of endless slavery. In irritation I twisted my shoulders back and forth and said something I should not have said.
"I don't want to be a part of a harem. If that's all you think of me, then you might as well send me back to the Sensuality Club. When one of those girls got me, it was at least me alone."
I knew right away I'd gone too far. I blamed myself for breaking up something beautiful. I had touched Tom's male pride and was going to suffer. He picked me up bodily and carried me downstairs. Nancy's eyes were like saucers as he unlocked the cell door and carried me into her prison.
"Angelique has gone a bit off course," he announced, "and needs corrections. I want you to see her being whipped. With you watching it will hurt her twice as much."
Tom had me! He knew I wouldn't plead or get on my knees in front of Nancy. In the same vein, he knew how I would hate to have her watch me whipped. Me, who was suppose to become his wife! I stood in anguish while he cut away the cords from my wrists and retied my hands well apart and above my head to the bars of Nancy's cell. I wanted to cry and recall every word I had said. But I did not say a word.
"I hope this hasn't come about because of me," Nancy said uncertainly. "Please, Master, don't punish Angelique because of me."
"Did you call me 'Master'?"
Tom stopped the whipping of my back and sounded interested.
"Yes, I called you Master. That's what you are. You're Angelique's Master and you're my Master. Please don't whip Angelique."
"Would you prefer me to whip you instead?"
"No, I wouldn't." Nancy sounded defiant.
"Then watch your tongue. And speaking of watching, you can watch Angelique taught a lesson. She's jealous of you and thinks I should send you home. Fact is you both need a lesson and you'll both get one. Watch."
I couldn't call it the worst whipping I'd ever had. It was simply bad enough. Whenever I looked back over my shoulder there was Nancy absolutely bug-eyed.
"Damn it, a man has to keep a girl in her place. I probably should whip you both first thing every morning. Nancy, pay attention. This is what a girl gets here for being sulky."
The whip cut again and again.
I had promised myself I would not scream, not in front of Nancy. But I am sure Tom had read my mind and toward the end of my correction his searching thong because more vicious. Soon I screamed and cared not at all if Nancy heard them or not. I was a sad and punished girl.
I had been thrust against the bars throughout, fearful of my breasts. When I realized my master was satisfied I simply hung and sobbed out the agony within. I felt defeated and deflated and longed only to go away and cry. But I was firmly fastened to the bars and no doubt made a graphic exhibit. I was sweating and panting, and altogether in retreat.
I was not left there long. There was more to come. When my wrists were untied I simply stood there, not wanting to meet the eyes of either Nancy or my master. My master once more tied my hands behind my back.
"Lay on your back on that bench, girl" barked my master but not at me at Nancy. "Spread your legs"
It took Nancy several seconds to realize what was happening. For her this was it. If I was waiting for her protests, I would have to wait a long time. She slowly arranged her chain and herself to please The Master. I knew she did what she must but still felt anger. When Tom joined with her, I realized I had been positioned such that I had to watch. That probably hurt more than the whipping had.
When Tom Fredrick's completed his conquest of Miss Nancy Turpin he said no word nor met my eye. He locked us both behind the bars and went away. Nancy pulled herself together and disarmed me utterly by the unexpected. Instead of seeming pleased with what Tom had done to her, she rubbed her bare skin against mine in concern about my whipped back. I realized she saw my whipping only as a punishment because I had tried to help her. How could I not feel warmth for her. When she whispered excitedly that Tom had been careless in the binding of my hands. Would I like her to untie them, she asked. I told her to go ahead and stood still in a mixture of emotions as she worked away to give my hands a freedom quite meaningless because my feet were still shackled and we were behind iron bars.
When, after a long time, she came to admit defeat I was not surprised. When Tom Fredrick's ties a girl's hands, they stay tied. This was just one more proof. With our hands tied behind our backs we tried our best to comfort each other and have conversation. She breathlessly told me over and over of her startling discoveries of what the male whip and male weapon did to a girl. She was happy.
Tom and I have returned to normal and Nancy was permitted a limited freedom around the house, wearing the golden chains that rightfully belonged to me. She came to be locked in them because I complained about my feet being chained being a violation of our agreement about my attempt to escape. He laughingly assured me that from then on I would be roped or corded only. Nancy would be the one to wear the lovely gold the club had given me. I had been whipped enough to cure me of complaint and kept to myself any protest.
Tom gave me increasing freedom but never untied my hands. He tied my feet or hobbled them in various amusing restraints. Our wedding was a subject he talked about often, seeming to believe in it in a manner I did not.
On the last night before the end of my thirty days of grace, he laughed at all my efforts and dwelt upon the terrible whipping I was to receive for that failure. Then he hogtied me on the bed while he went to sleep with Nancy.
In the morning when I was sent to make the coffee, something my bound hands had learned to do, I tested the draw as I did every morning at this time. It was not locked but opened at my tug to reveal every knife a tied up girl could ever need. I had long determined how a bound girl could position a blade to gain freedom. Within minutes I was free of all ropes and seething with excitement. I suspected Tom had done this deliberately, and that meant he wanted to marry me as much as I wanted to marry him!
But there was one task to be done. I fled downstairs. Tom kept a set of keys for the golden handcuffs and chains and the cell on hooks on the far wall. I freed Miss Nancy Turpin in less time than it takes to tell. I dragged her to the garage and thrust her behind the steering wheel.
"But I'm naked!" she cried.
"Don't worry. You won't need clothes."
"But ..."
"Go on home, where you belong. Go on quick. And give all the girls my love."
I got back to the coffee making just in time. A minute later I was carrying a heavily loaded tray with our morning coffee and my golden shackles. My heart was thudding as I mounted the stairs to meet my fate.
"Got rid of her first thing, didn't you?" he greeted. "I was curious to see what you would do. Thought maybe you would be go with her to the hen house you call the Sensuality Club." He lifted the weight of golden chains from the tray. "Glad you saved them. You'll wear them, of course."
"Of course." I was breathless.
"There will also be a punishment for allowing a prisoner to escape." Tom's voice was casual. "I suppose you knew this?"
"I sort of thought there might be a penalty. It's one I won't mind paying. Is there anything else, Master?"
"Yes, there is. You've been damned good and sulky these past days just as if I don't have the right to use my own cock. You'll pay for that, too." He mimicked me, "Anything else?"
"Well, yes, when will we get married?"
"Tomorrow. I'll whip you today but leave your other punishments for the honeymoon. That okay?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"And don't get sassy. And I don't want too much lip after the ceremony. You had best remember."
"Yes, Master. I'll be very good."
"Even when I go out for a night on the town and keep you chained up safe at home?"
"Even that. Master, though I would prefer not to know." I gave him my loveliest smile. "After all, I'll only be a wife. Won't I?"
"That sounds like sarcasm. I'll add it to the list."
"Thank you, Master. I'm sure I'll be very happy."
"That sarcasm again? You want to try for more."
I quite while I was losing, after all a girl's back only can take so much. Instead of words I joined my master in our bed and neither of us had much to say for a long time. When that time was passed, Tom ceremoniously locked the golden handcuffs on my wrists and the golden leg irons on my ankles.
The gold is really nice.
And, like Nancy said, my master is really wonderful!