Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 21

She slowly sat up. She stretched her bound hands above her head and yawned.

"I can't believe I fell asleep."

"You did. And you were going to have one h.e.l.l of a pain in your neck if I'd let you sleep here."

"You ain't joking." She felt at her neck with her fingers. Twisting her head trying to work out the kinks that had already settled into her.

"Come on. Bedtime."

"Bed?"

"Well. Sort of."

"You are going to make me sleep on the floor again. Aren't you." It was a statement. Not a question. Her eyes lowered. "Can I at least have a pillow tonight?"

"Nope. If you want, I think there will be room for three in the master bed."

"You're kidding."

"Why would I kid?"

"Whose the third?"

"She's already asleep. Sheila."

"I finally get to meet the mythical Sheila?"

"Maybe. Maybe I'll blindfold you."

"How kinky." She wasn't even phased. She knew she didn't have much control over what happened to her. And she'd much rather sleep in a bed blindfolded than on the floor unblindfolded.

I touched her arm. She rose obediently and shut her book. I actually thought I could see a faint hint of print across her pale cheek in the pale glow from the desk lamp. She placed the book neatly on the corner of the table with her handcuffed hands.

She silently followed me back through the dark living room to the stairs. Still bright there with the morning sun streaming through the skylight. We climbed the stairs. As we pa.s.sed the bathroom, Elizabeth touched my arm.

"Can a slave brush her teeth before sleeping? Her teeth feel furry."

I nodded. "But you don't have a toothbrush." I made a mental note to go shopping tomorrow. Pick up some basic toiletries for the women.

"I'll just use whatever is there." I watched as she ran her tongue over her teeth. Frowning.

She padded into the bathroom and using both hands picked up a pink toothbrush from the holder. I would have guessed that it was originally Gertrude's. She ran it under hot water and struggled a bit with the toothpaste. Using both hands she brushed her teeth thoroughly. Either not realizing, or not caring that I was watching her brush. Her nudity was the last thing on her mind. She looked tired as well. She picked up the hairbrush and stroked it through her hair.

Finally she walked back out.

"Did I give you permission to brush your hair?"

She paled. "P-please," she stammered. "I didn't mean. I was only trying to make myself pretty for y-you. Th-this slave is so sorry." She tried to sink to her knees in the hallway.

I stopped her from going down with a touch to her bare shoulder.

"It's alright. I was just kidding."

She let her breath out. "You shouldn't do that. You scared me."

"I apologize." I actually was sorry I'd done it. But her reaction was interesting. Probably just overtired.

We entered the master bedroom. Sheila was still fast asleep. Curled up on her side. s.h.i.+vering in her sleep. In the dark she just looked like a normal woman. Asleep. You couldn't make out her injuries.

I bent down to her. I gently kissed her forehead. She mumbled something in her sleep. I carefully slipped a pair of handcuffs around her limp wrists. I connected her ankles with another pair. She slept through it all. She was really knocked out. I doubted if I really needed to bind her hand and foot, but I hadn't really known her long enough to trust her. And I was going to be sleeping in the same bed with her. I wanted to restrict her movements in case she woke in the night and had some bright ideas of how to go from a monster to another unknown master to complete freedom. I seriously doubted that she'd have the courage or strength to attack me, but why take a chance? She seemed to be sleeping alright despite the bondage.

I idly wondered what Jane and Christi were up to. I was willing to bet that Evan wasn't liking it. Whatever it was. I debated looking in on them but decided against it. I trusted them.

"Wrists." I whispered to Elizabeth.

She obediently presented her cuffed wrists to me. I released her right hand and pulled her arms behind her. She protested weakly as I reconnected her wrists behind her back.

"Please. I'll behave. You don't have to put them behind me. I won't attack you. What good would it do me?"

"Elizabeth. It's just a safety precaution. I can cuff your feet instead if you'd like. Bring your hands back around front. Like Sheila."

She thought about it. "Leave them. I can live with this." She pulled at her wrists. Adjusting the cuff position to something more comfortable for her.

I carefully covered Sheila. She snuggled into the covers. Her bound hands grasping at the sheets. She almost immediately stopped s.h.i.+vering.

I quickly undressed. Too tired to look for pajamas.

There was tons of room in the bed. I slipped into it from the opposite side. Sheila's warm hip pressed softly against mine. She was turned away from me. Elizabeth slipped in beside me. Having a bit more trouble getting into the bed with her hands bound. Her head nestled into the crook of my shoulder.

I pulled the covers over us, tucking them under Elizabeth's chin.

She sighed.

"Master?"

"Yes?" I replied a bit sleepily.

"Can a slave speak?"

"Of course. Just make it quick." My eyes felt like they were going to close on their own. I was warm. I was in bed with two warm women. And I was tired. Problems could wait for the morning.

Elizabeth kissed my bare chest. "You know what we were talking about earlier today?"

My mind wasn't working quite right. Elizabeth. s.e.x. Her experience. Something like that.

"Yes. No."

She looked up at me. A bit confused. She continued along anyway. Determined to speak. "If I'm a lesbian or not? If. How I reacted to Karen? And the crop?"

"Mm-hmmmm."

"I was thinking."

"I thought you were reading d.i.c.kens."

"I was. But. That o.r.g.a.s.m. I couldn't stop thinking about Karen. And everything. I'm one confused little slave girl."

"I know you are sweetheart. But I can't think right now. My brain isn't working. You'll be fine. I promise." I felt her pulling at her chains. Frustrated. Wanting to use her hands for something. "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"I guess." She seemed a bit disappointed. Frightened even. "Master?"

"What is it?" A bit gruffly.

"Please. Your slave is sorry. She'll be quiet now."

"Elizabeth. What is it?" I asked her a bit more gently.

"It's. It's just. It's Christi."

Now what? "What about her?"

"Well. Please don't be angry with me. She went to you earlier. On her own. Right?"

"We had some fun together. Yes." I remembered vaguely that Christi hadn't made it a secret that she was going to have s.e.x with me when I fell asleep to Enya earlier today.

"Is it monogamous?"

"Huh?"

"Is it only her you want? That way?"

"Don't be silly. Why would I keep all of you around, naked, if she was all I wanted?"

"I don't want to rock the boat. That's all."

"What is it?"

"Please. Master. Don't me angry with me. If you don't want to, just say so. I. This slave will be quiet and sleep as she was told. Honestly."

"This slave is going to get punished if she doesn't start explaining herself."

"Please no. I don't. I can't." She took a deep breath. "I want more," she finally whispered.

She was talking in riddles. And I was far too tired to decode her talk.

"More what?"

"Ever since you made love to me that night. Then today. Forcing me to be with Karen. You've been bringing out a part of me I didn't know existed. I really hated you at first. But. I don't know what's come over me. My body. My. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They ache. And my stomach flutters. And my p.u.s.s.y. G.o.d. My p.u.s.s.y. And you. All that humiliation and pain. All those erotic sights I get to see. Like it or not. Even Amy, naked," she whispered. "I know I've already climaxed once today. Twice technically. But I can't seem to get my mind off s.e.x. I. I feel like a high school girl. Just discovering myself and I'm almost thirty. I know I shouldn't. I know Christi will be jealous. But. I just don't have any choices. I'm sorry. If you don't want to, I'll understand. I didn't want to ask. But ..." her voice trailed off.

I touched her face. Wet. She was quietly crying again. I kissed the top of her head.

"M-master? I'd even be happy just giving you head. You don't have to do anything. I swear it. I'll swallow and everything. Then I'll leave you alone. You don't have to do me or anything. You don't even have to untie me."

I reached behind her and released her hands from the cuffs leaving the things dangling from her left wrist. "Come on then," I said to her. I lifted the blankets for her to get back out of bed. We could use the guest room. It was empty.

"M-master? Why not here?" She'd gotten to her hands and knees on the bed.

"Here?"

"The other night. I. I thought it was kind of different having Amy tied up only a few feet away. She heard everything. It. It was kind of exciting." I was sure her face was completely red at the admission.

I didn't want to wake up Sheila.

"Okay. But keep it down. I don't want to wake up Sheila. I have my reasons."

"I'll be silent. Like a mouse. I promise."

She turned herself around on her hands and knees and crawled down the bed until her head was between my legs. I could feel her smooth body pressing against my legs. She slowly and sensually took me into her mouth. I felt her warmth as I entered her. Slowly she swirled her tongue around me, achingly slow. Bobbing her head. Taking me deep into her mouth. Softly sucking. I lifted my head. She was lying easily between my legs. Her calves raised into the air, her bare feet crossed. If she lowered her legs she'd be hanging off the edge of the bed. She continued her ministrations. I could feel her hot breath around me, tickling my pubic hair gently. I closed my eyes letting her do the work. She didn't seem to mind. My mind wandered to the days events. Karen. Barking like a dog. The discovery of Sheila. Even the simple pleasure of watching the girls emerge from the shower. Wet and s.h.i.+vering. Imagining what Sheila had gone through with that monster. Visualizing her hanging from the eyebolts. Screaming as Evan laid into her p.u.s.s.y with his whips. Ignoring her pleading. Karen screaming and screaming as she was tortured. My mind flipped from image to image. Even falling back over the last few days. The warm mouth on my p.e.n.i.s. Slowly sucking and touching me. Her fingers gently tickling my s.c.r.o.t.u.m. Seeing images of Amy tormented. Her tongue clamped. Her bare thighs straining in the chair. Struggling to talk to me, to beg. Jane, licking her own mother while masturbating for her father. Holding her in my arms afterwards, crying her heart out. Frightened. Even as far back as Kimberly. Tied to her chair in the hardware store. b.r.e.a.s.t.s bound and aching with the clothespins. Begging. I briefly wondered about Andrea and Linda, Christi's mother. I felt Elizabeth slowly increase the tempo, sensing that I was ready. Her mouth and fingers driving me nuts. I felt myself thrusting into her willing mouth. Exploding into her. Feeling her mouth desperately swallowing. Her gasp as I finally finished. I felt her tongue licking at me. Finis.h.i.+ng. Cleaning me. Swallowing everything. She crawled back up and lay on her back beside me. Breathing hard.

I felt my eyes closing in the afterglow. No way in h.e.l.l I could ever keep them open. The images still roaring about behind my closed lids. All the women.

"Beth?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm."

"You mind finis.h.i.+ng yourself off for me. *kay? I just don't have the energy. And make sure you put the cuffs back on before you sleep."

"Thank-you master," she whispered. I could faintly smell her musk. I knew that she wouldn't have finished herself without permission. If I'd fallen asleep without remembering or finis.h.i.+ng her myself, she'd have just cuffed herself and suffered through the night waiting for morning. She had some self-control. All the girls did.

I felt her slowly moving beside me. No shame. Not self-conscious that she was masturbating beside an essential stranger. Her body demanding the release. I could vaguely see her hands touching her body in the semi-darkness. It didn't take her long. She was pretty worked up. I was still not quite in dreamland when I felt her stiffen. Her left hand moving from her breast to cover her mouth. She cried out softly around her m.u.f.fling hand. Finally relaxing. Her breathing returning to normal slowly. I felt her turn onto her side. Check if I was still awake. I feigned sleep. She sighed happily and I felt and heard the cuffs click shut against her wrists again. She gently kissed my mouth and settled herself into the crook of my shoulder. Her hair cascading across my chest.

I reached over and pulled the covers back over us. I tucked the sheet under her chin again and she sighed. "So you are still awake."

"Barely."

"Thank you."

I almost felt like I should be the one to thank her. She was willing to give me a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b. And excellent one at that, for nothing in return. If I'd fallen asleep, she would have had to stay frustrated the rest of the night. But she didn't seem to mind.

"Pleasant dreams."

"Pleasant dreams. Maybe you can have your next conquest make love to me as well ..." she said dreamily. I lay there for a few minutes. Thinking. Her breathing turned shallow and she slipped into sleep again. Sheila hadn't stirred through the whole encounter. I was aware of her in the bed with us, her light weight beside me, but I suspected that she wasn't going to be awakened by much less than a freight train running over her.

I kissed Elizabeth's clean red hair. "Pleasant dreams."

My exhaustion finally caught up to me. I slept.