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subrob1967 -> Blackmailed into submission Part 8 (7/3/2011 9:12:59 PM)
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The space is much larger than I thought, all of the shadowy corners have been banished by the bright lights strung from the rafters. All of the covered "statues" turn out to be bondage furniture, and there's six heavy Oak doors, set into the west wall, under the balcony, and on the balcony level.
There are at least sixty people, dressed in various stages of dress mingling around the room, I see leather, PVC, rubber, satin, lace, and lingerie, everywhere I look.
"You two, over here!" A voice calls out, Lisa and I turn to see an older woman, Skeletor thin, dressed in a red PVC catsuit pointing at us. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a severe topknot ponytail, and her eyebrows are razor thin, with a wickedly sharp point at the arch.
Lisa and I walk over to join her, and she say's, "you must be Master Blake's slaves... Took you long enough to change!" Her tone is accusatory, as if we were slackers.
"I apologize Domina," I say, "this is my first event." The woman looks mollified by my deferential tone, and nods her head up sharply in acknowledgment.
"Well, you're here now, girl, you will be working behind the buffet, your job is to keep the serving trays loaded for the servers, and after service you'll assist in clean up."
Lisa bows her head in acknowledgement and joins four boys, and another middle aged woman wearing the black and white dresses.
"Boy, you will be carrying trays around the party, making sure our guests are well fed, if one of our dominant's gives you a chip, you will immediately return your tray to the buffet, and return to that dominant as quickly as possible."
"Yes Domina," I say, eyes down.
I join two good looking boys, and three attractive young ladies wearing pink lipstick, black and pink dresses, and high heels. The Domina looks to the center of the room, and must have received some sort of signal, because she turns and claps her hands sharply. "Time to get busy, boys and girls, you six," she say's pointing at us, "help the others prepare the first trays."
I join Lisa behind a large silver Chafing dish, and hold small China plates as she uses a spatula to load Canapé's onto the plates, which I set on a large round serving tray. Since we finish loading our tray first, I help her load a second tray before picking the first one up, I add a stack of cocktail napkins to my tray, much to the Domina's approval.
"Good luck Baby," Lisa whispers as I work myself up to start serving. I start along the perimeter, figuring to work my way to the center in a spiral pattern. I step up to the first group of guests, and remembering Molly's instructions, I remain quiet and stand there for a moment before moving on to the next group. I manage to avoid personal slaves fetching their dominant's drinks from the bar, as I make my rounds.
It's forty five minutes into the party before I notice the servers start disappearing. 'Oh shit,' I think, 'I guess the guests have had enough to eat!' I have four plates left on my tray when I run into Molly. She's standing with a big man a bit older than her, wearing black leather pants, a white silk Pirate's shirt, biker boots, and leather bikers cap. Next to him is a twenty something boy, wearing black leather shorts, and Doc Martin boots. The guy looks me over like a Canadian might view a baby Seal, and winks at Molly.
"Well, this must be your new boy, he's a cutie!" The man is staring at my cock, and I really want to smack him in the face with my tray.
Molly notices me tense up and lays her hand on my shoulder. "Master Channer, this is my newest pet, Christopher. Pet, this is our host for this evening, Master Channer, I expect you to obey him as you would myself, understood?" I feel her nails dig in when I don't immediately answer.
"Yes Master, it's a pleasure to meet you Sir, thank you for allowing me to serve you tonight," I finally say.
"I apologize Master, he's a work in progress." Molly says, glaring at me.
"Oh, there's no need to apologize Master Blake, this is his first event after all, is it not?"
"Yes Master it is, thank you for your understanding." Molly says in a tone that tells me I'm in deep shit.
"He's doing a fine job, remember Marco's first service? He spilled that tray on Mistress Donner's dress, she was so mad she wanted to flog him bloody!" Channer is smiling at the memory, and I notice his companion turn beet red.
Molly is smiling too, and I pray she forgets my little faux pas. She waves her hand dismissively, and I get the fuck out of there.
My Canapé's are getting stale as I continue my rounds, I'm about to approach another group when I hear a woman's voice say, "you, boy!" I turn to see a young lady looking at me with her hands on her hips.
I walk over to her and say, "yes Domina?" I stealthily look her over, she's a bit overweight, wearing too much make up, and too tight clothing.
"Mistress, boy! I require your service."
"At your service Mistress, please allow me to return my tray..." I stand there expectantly, waiting for her to give me a chip.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She says a bit too loudly.
"Ah Mistress, I have to collect a chip for my Master." I say softly, so only she can hear.
She looks around embarrassed, and produces a chip from a small pocket.
I take the chip discreetly, and in a too loud voice say, "thank you Mistress, I am grateful for your attention." I see a small smile pass her lips before I walk to the buffet. I return to her in seconds and say, "my service is yours, my Lady." She clips a short lead to my collar and leads me to the St Andrews Cross.
She straps me in facing the cross and says, "you're pretty smooth, who do you belong to?"
"Master Molly Blake, Mistress."
"Master Molly? Is she too good to be called Mistress?" She sneers.
"That's her preferred title, Mistress," I say softly, wondering just how new she is.
"Well, she obviously doesn't know shit about BDSM, everyone knows that men are masters, and women are mistresses!" This is said in a arrogant, know it all tone.
"Perhaps you can enlighten her Mistress, I'm sure she would appreciate any advice you can give her," I say with all sincerity.
"Perhaps I will," she says, and walks over to a table loaded with torture tools. I can see she has no idea how to use most of the tools, and my blood runs cold. She settles for a two foot long heavy looking paddle, and I say a silent prayer of thanks. Little did I know...
"Are you ready for some pain slave?" She asks, in what she thinks is a sexy tone.
"Yes Mistress, I've been such a bad boy, please spank me." I say to stroke her ego. Because she's behind me now, she fails to see me roll my eyes. I make eye contact with a female server, and she's fighting hard to hold a giggle in. I wink at her when the Mistress lands the first, weak, timid blow, and she smiles and winks back.
The blows start coming faster and slightly harder, and the Mistress says, "you're not begging slave, I want to hear you beg me."
"Oh Mistress, please spank me harder, it hurts sooo good," I say, and see the Master's and Mistresses starting to pay attention. The girl stops and lifts my skirt, baring my barely pink ass, before she starts again, this time eliciting a groan from me... My ass is starting to sting now.
My groan pleases the girl, because she says, "you like that huh?"
"Oh yes Mistress, please hurt me, your paddle is starting to turn me on!"
Determined to make me cry out, she winds with both hands on the paddle, planning to hit me as hard as she can. As she starts her swing, she loses her balance, and falls toward me. The edge of the paddle strikes me along the side of my right knee, causing excruciating pain.
I feel my knee separate, and my scream stops all conversation in the warehouse. My leg buckles, and I end up hanging from my wrists due to the indescribable pain causing my legs to buckle.
I hear Molly rush up with a couple of Dom's and say, "what the fuck happened here?" She takes one look at my rapidly swelling knee, and glares at the girl, just getting to her feet.
"Who the fuck are you, and what did you do to my pet?" I hear her shout, as two men release me from the cross and lower me to the floor.
"It was an accident, he'll be fine in a minute." The girl say's dismissively.
"JOHN... Has anyone seen Master Barnes?" I hear Channer shout.
"I'm right here, Steve." I hear a strange voice say, "relax son, I'm a Doctor. He probes my knee with his fingers, and I bite back a scream. By now, a crowd has surrounded us, looking on with hushed chatter, and my knee has swelled up like a balloon.
"Mary, who the fuck is this idiot, and how did she get in?" Molly says to the PVC Domina.
"We can discuss that later Molly, we need to get your boy to a hospital." Dr John says in a calming tone.
"LET...ME...THROUGH!" I hear Lisa shout, as she forces her way through the crowd.
"Oh Chris," she cries, dropping to her knees at my side. "What happened?" She asks, looking up at Molly.
"It was an accident Miss, he'll be ok once we get him to the hospital." Dr John says, in his best bedside voice.
Lisa see's Molly staring at the girl, and jumps to her feet. Before anyone can grab her, she launches herself at the girl and knocks her on her ass with one punch.
Through a pain filled gaze, I watch Molly smile, as Channer grabs Lisa in a bear hug. "Whoa there Fireball, you need to stop."
"LET ME GO, I'M GONNA KILL HER!"
Channer starts laughing as he easily holds a struggling Lisa, "somebody please escort that young lady to the office, I'll be along in a minute... This must be your Protoge Molly, she's got your temper."
Dr John searches the crowd and spots two women trying to reach us. "Folks, please... How about a little room here, everything's under control, please go about your business... Shari, I was hoping you were here. Kelly, glad to see you too. Son, these ladies are nurses, we're gonna take care of you until we can get you to a hospital."
I nod my head, eyes squeezed shut due to the pain.
"What do we got?" One of the women says.
"Dislocation for sure, won't know more until we get an MRI."
"What do you want us to do?" The other woman asks.
"Immobilize the leg, and get some ice on it. Then have him cleaned up, and changed into his street clothes... Son, I want to talk to you about the situation we have here before you go."
I look up at him and nod.
Molly and Lisa are looking down at me from a short distance away, leaving room for the nurses to work.
"You!" I hear the lady named Shari say sharply to Lisa. "Go get his street clothes... NOW!... What's your name boy?"
"Chris!" I say through gritted teeth.
"Chris, we need to straighten your leg, it's going to hurt like a mother fucker, but we need to do it."
I nod my head, trying to be tough.
Kelly kneels near my head and slides a leather belt between my teeth. "Bite down on this, Honey," she says softly.
Shari yells out, "I need something long, straight, and stiff to immobilize his leg... The first one of you fuckers who cracks a dick joke gets twenty lashes from my bull whip!"
I can't help but laugh at that, along with the crowd.
"Uh I got hockey sticks in my truck," a man calls out.
"Excellent, bring any hockey tape you have too!" Shari yells back.
"Ok Chris, time to straighten the leg, on three... One... Two... Three!"
I bite through the strap, and pass out from the pain... I come to a couple of minutes, as the nurses remove the dress, and lipstick.
"Welcome back Sexy," Kelly says with a warm smile. "Lets get these pants on, ok?"
I nod and watch Shari wrap tape around the hockey sticks above and below the knee.
When she's done she says, "can one of you gentlemen lift him by his shoulders so we can slide his pants on?"
Somebody has cut the leg of my pants up the seam, I notice before some guy lifts me from under my arms. The pain is incredible every time my leg moves, so I let out a streak of curses between pants that even impresses this crowd.
"We'll need someone with a Minivan, or large SUV to transport him to Good Sam!" Shari yells out to the group.
"I'll take him," a twenty something lady wearing a corset, panties and stockings. "I'll go change."
Dr John squats next to me as Channer shoo's the crowd back to the party. "Chris, I want you to know the club will pay for any medical bills your insurance doesn't cover... You do have insurance, don't you?"
"I work for the federal government," I say, and John and Channer look at each other in alarm. "Not in law enforcement guys, I'm an engineer." I quickly add, to calm them.
"Ok good," Doc says in relief, "now for the unpleasant part... We would appreciate you not telling the hospital exactly how you were injured. The last thing ANY of us needs is a story in the news about a BDSM party gone bad, you understand, don't you?"
"Way ahead of you Doc... I really don't want to explain to my Boss's how this really happened! I was gonna tell them I hurt it playing hockey, hence the hockey stick splint."
"Excellent, your a good man, Chris. This club owes you one." Channer adds, winking at Molly. "Now, I need to go find out who that young lady who caused this really is. Molly, I'll call you at the hospital and fill you in... Let me know how he's doing, ok?"
"Thanks Steve, I will. John, will you be accompanying us?"
"No, he should see a Ortho specialist, I'll be happy to look in on him Monday if he's still in residence for you though."
"Thank you... Shari, Kelly, thank you as well for taking care of my boy, I really appreciate it."
"No prob Molls, take good care of him, he's a keeper." Kelly says, winking down at me. Someone breaks down a banquet table, and four guys use it to carry me out to the Minivan. Lisa changes and rides with us, and Molly slips on her overcoat and follows behind in her Beemer.
Turns out I have a dislocated knee, and a partial tear of my PCL, which will keep me off my feet, and in a leg brace for four to six weeks. They admit me for the night, and pump me full of pain killers, Molly and Lisa are given ten minutes with me, before they have to leave.
"Chris, why the hell did you play with that girl?" Molly demands to know when we're alone.
"She had a chip Master, what was I supposed to do?" I ask wearily, wanting to sleep.
"Where is it?" Molly says in a accusatory tone, as if I'd lie to her.
"In the apron pocket of the dress I was wearing... I did what you ordered me to do, damn it, why are you mad at me?"
Molly glares at me, but remains quiet, she knows she's wrong, but can't admit it. "Chris, I'll stay at your place tonight, and come back first thing in the morning... Can I bring you anything?" Lisa says, daring Molly to challenge her.
"WE WILL be back, it wouldn't look good to the neighbors if I watched the game with them while you were in here." Molly adds in a 'I really have better things to do,' tone.
"Thanks, a change of clothes and my toothbrush would be great," I say, starting to nod off. Lisa bends to kiss me gently, and they leave.
In Molly's car, Molly turns to Lisa and ask's, "what the fuck is going on between you two... Don't you fuckin lie to me either!"
"What? I'm taking care of our slave, what's wrong with that?"
"OUR slave? When did he become OUR slave?"
"When you used me to set himself up for blackmail, AND ordered me to stay around and make sure he didn't do anything stupid! You're always calling me to come out and babysit him, and you tell everyone I'm your Protoge, so that's what makes him OUR slave, Master!"
"You've fallen for him, haven't you?" Molly say's as if it were the most absurd thing she ever heard.
"Not in THAT way! Sure I think he's cute, and he's good in bed, but here's a guy who not only looks good in a dress, but will wear one just because I command it... YOU taught me to use him, YOU gave me that power over him, remember? I learned my lessons well."
"I guess I did... Just remember who the Master is here, MY needs come first... For BOTH of you!"
"I haven't forgotten Master, I've done everything you commanded, without complaint, haven't I"
"Yes, and you'll continue to do so as long as your Father continues to pay me for counseling... Understand?"
"Perfectly... Aren't we going home?"
"No, I want to find out who that Twat was! Somebody must have invited her, our parties are invitation only, and I want to know who."
Molly and Lisa return to the clubhouse, and head straight to the office, heedless of the questions about my welfare. Channer and the Doctor watch the crowd part, and head toward the office to meet the girls.
"How is he?" The Doc asks once the door is closed.
"Torn PCL and dislocation," Lisa answers, "he'll be off his feet for up to six weeks."
Doctor John sighs before saying, "that's too bad, what did he tell the hospital?"
"Slashed on a breakaway, whatever that means... They bought his story." Molly says as if anyone would dare question her control. "And the girl who caused this?"
The Doctor and Channer look at each other with resignation, but before either of them can say anything a twenty five year old overweight man bursts through the door. He's wearing a Speedo, has thick glasses, and has curly black hair.
"Sorry I'm late, I was in the grotto room when word reached me that Master Blake was back."
"Branson DuPont, I should have known she was your guest... I take it you're in submissive mode this month?" Molly says with disgust.
"How is your boy? I will cover all medical expenses, of course... Let me offer my most humble apologies Master Blake."
"I have lost his services for six weeks, thanks to your new play thing... What were you thinking bringing a novice, and granting her chips?"
"Master, she has a stellar reputation in Florida, I met her at a event down there, and she expressed a desire to visit Chicago. I never planned for her to show up alone, but Daddy called on business, so I had to sent her ahead."
He swivels his head and looks Lisa up and down like a hungry Tiger. "You must be the young lady who cost me so much money tonight." He's grinning as he sticks his hand out, "hi, Branson DuPont at your service, Mistress?"
Lisa takes his hand warily, "just call me Leslie." Molly snickers at that, but Branson appears too enthralled to have heard it.
He hangs on to her hand too long, and Lisa has to force him to let go. She wipes her palm on her jeans, after he finally turns back to Molly.
"I'm sorry to hear about your boy, call me tomorrow and we'll work something out." Branson says with a bow, before turning back to Lisa. "Mistress, if there's ANYTHING I can do for you, please don't hesitate to call, Master Blake has my number."
Branson turns and leaves, and Lisa looks at Molly with a "what the fuck?" expression. Molly's look says, "later."
Molly turns to the men and says, "Let me guess, he found her on the internet, and wowed her with his money?"
Dr John says, "probably, that's his usual M.O.," he looks toward Lisa and continues, "he finds these "Dominatrixes" willing to cater to his fetishes, and tops them from the bottom, when he's not feeling Domly... Usually he's a harmless Buffoon, but not tonight."
"Well Gentlemen, it's been a long day, and we have to get to the hospital in the morning... Thank you for your assistance."
"Our pleasure Molly, drive safe, we'll see you next month," Steve Channer says, as he escorts the ladies to the door.
As the ladies drive home, Molly explains that Branson cashed in on Internet porn, "Ever hear of the website Cuffs & Chains?"
"No, Master."
"Well it's a BDSM dating site our little Branson created, then sold to the Alt.com group for many millions. He's a switch who uses his money to pay for his fetishes... If you play your cards right, you can bank some money off of him."
Intrigued, Lisa asks, "what are his fetishes?"
"He's a foot man, and into golden showers," Molly tells her.
"Hmm," Lisa says thoughtfully...
Molly and Lisa arrive at the hospital just after ten, and walk in on my Boss. I called her this morning, and since she lives in the area, she came up to see me. I make the introductions, and we discuss working from home while I recuperate.
"Chris, you have three months vacation saved up, I'll approve it if you want."
"I've been off too long already this year, I'd rather work if that's ok?"
"Take ten days, after that, no problem, I'll make sure tech comes out to set up a computer and secure modem in your home."
"Thanks, Boss."
"Ahem, Christopher, have you requested the week of Halloween off for our trip yet?" Molly says.
My boss pulls out her PDA and makes a note, "don't worry Molly, I'll take care of it."
"Thank you," Molly says with a smile.
My boss leaves, and Lisa seems to be in good spirits, but Molly seems to be put out by having to be here.
"Hi Sweetie, how ya feeling?" Lisa asks with a sunny smile.
"Like a truck ran over my knee." I say with a grimace.
The Orthopedic Surgeon comes in just before noon. "Hey Guy, I'm Doctor Swerengen, so I hear you got slashed on a break away... I went to a riot once and a hockey game broke out."
I roll my eyes and groan.
"Well alright then, you want the good news or the bad news?"
"Bad/Good," Molly and I say at the same time.
"Well the good news is, you won't need surgery, and should heal completely over time."
"And the bad?" Molly says again.
"He'll have to stay off his feet for four to five weeks, and wear a brace every waking minute, even while bathing, followed by six weeks of physical therapy... Sorry Partner, thems the breaks."
I nod in understanding, releived I don't need surgery. "Good, now let's see if we can have you home by half time."
He writes me three prescriptions, and instructs the duty nurse to release me. I arrange to rent a wheelchair, crutches, and fill my prescriptions before heading home. I ask Molly if we can stop at Portillo's for lunch, with extra sandwiches for me to nuke tomorrow, and head home to eat.
Unfortunately, we miss the game, and Lisa has to hide in my bedroom when the neighbors come over to find out why.
I tell them I fell down my stairs last night after a lil hanky panky, and the guys seem to buy it. They ask me if they can move my desk and computer down to the nursery, and I say yes to the computer, but no to the desk. We decide a solid door set across two stacks of cinderblocks would give me the leg room I'll need for the wheelchair.
Tom, Geoff, and Greg, leave to gather the materials from Tom's house, as the girls fuss around me, trying to make me comfortable. I apologize to Mika for not making the salad, and in mock anger Mika replies, "well, you'll just have to make it up to me with your Chicken Parmesan!" She shocks me by wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. She whispers, "love the new earrings," I look around hastily, but thank God when I don't see Molly or Greg in the room.
How did she know about the Chicken?
My new desk is up and running, and the neighbors leave by five to let me rest. Molly leaves at six, saying she has a dinner meeting at seven, leaving Lisa and I alone.
Lisa helps me into Carrie's bed, and let's me sleep while she watches TV in the family room. Molly returns at nine to check up on us. I can see she's in a much better mood now, and I wonder about her "meeting."
She asks Lisa to come see her, and leaves after ten minutes. Lisa follows her home, and Lisa asks, "good meeting?"
Molly smiles slyly and pulls four large stacks of cash out of her purse.
"Holy shit! Where did you get that? How much is it?" Lisa says in awe.
"Branson DuPont... One hundred thousand dollars... To pay for Chris's treatment, and to cover any "pain and suffering," I might suffer from the loss of my slave."
"What about Chris's pain and suffering?" Lisa asks.
"Oh, I'll pay his deductible, and anything his insurance doesn't, and throw him ten thousand or so." Molly says magnanimously... "He asked if you were available for dinner Tuesday night," she finishes with her crocodile smile.
Lisa eyes the stacks of hundred dollar bills, and nods. "I think I can handle pissing on him, and letting him lick my feet." Lisa says in a covetous tone.
"I thought you might, in fact if you declined, I'd begin to believe that Chris and you were more than you say."
"No sex, right?"
"Oh you can let him jerk off, but if he gets to fuck you, you can get a lot more money out of him... You're not getting picky about who you fuck now, are you?" Molly asks, suspiciously.
"That's not it Master, he's fat and fucking ugly."
"Alright, I'll call him and set it up tomorrow, now go take care of the boy... One more thing, make sure Branson wears a condom, even if you don't fuck him, I know he had to be tested to attend Saturday's party, but play it safe none the less!"
Lisa returns, but I'm asleep on a recliner in the family room. She wakes me to take my meds, and we discuss my sleeping in the recliner instead of Carrie's bed, as it's easier to get in and out of.
"Chris, I'm so sorry this happened, I'm supposed to protect you, and I failed." Lisa says, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Goddess, we both serve the same Master, there isn't anything you could have done... Don't blame yourself." I say, trying to soothe her.
"But..."
"Shh, no but's, if this is anyone's fault, it's Molly's... And her club's stupid protocols!"
Lisa lays her head on my left shoulder, and nuzzles my neck.
"Hey, can you do me a favor?" I ask, excitement raising in my voice.
"Yeah?" Lisa says, with a hint of a question in her voice.
"Run out to the mailbox and collect my mail? I'm expecting an important package, and it should have come yesterday."
"Ok, where is your key?"
"I dunno, jacket pocket, I think... The leather bomber."
Lisa goes to the cloak closet and jingles the keys to let me know she found them, and I hear the front door open. Lisa must have left the door open, because a cold draft has me snuggling under my comforter.
After a couple of minutes, I hear the door close, and the deadbolt slam home. Lisa appears at the threshold holding a US Mail shipper box. I hold my hand out for the box, but Lisa smiles slyly, and gives the box a shake next to her ear.
"What's in the box?" She asks, conspiratorially.
'Fuck! I wanted to keep the bugs secret!' I think, and hold my hand out with a pleading look. "Sit down, and I'll tell you," I say wearily, knowing I'll need her to plant them now.
She plops down on the couch next to the recliner, turns the table lamp on, and opens the box herself. She removes the four electronic devices and studies them before looking at me in confusion, before I can find the words she grabs the invoice.
Nexxus 3000 Wireless listening device. $69.99
Nexxus Wireless Telephone Recording device. $44.95
Nexxus Wireless Receiver, for the Nexxus Wireless Devices. $99.99
Olympus Voice Activated Digital Recorder, with built in microphone. $102.00
Lisa looks at me... Angrily? Why the fuck is she angry? She says, "just what the fuck are these for?"
Maybe it's the Vicodin, but I'm really confused by her anger. "They're for Molly's study and office, if I can ever manage to get in there, isn't it obvious?"
"What's obvious is you're not thinking clearly! Chris, illegal wiretapping is a FEDERAL OFFENSE! WE'RE TALKING TEN YEARS IN A FEDERAL PENITENTIARY!"
"I DON'T CARE!" I shout, slamming Lisa's jaw shut. Just then Lisa's phone rings, and she looks at me in a panic.
"It's Molly, what do I do?"
"Answer it!" I hiss.
Lisa hastily answers," Hello Master... Yes he's ok, I'm sorry we disturbed you... No, I was yelling at him because he tried to walk to the bathroom on his crutches... Yes Master... Here, she wants to talk to you."
Lisa hands me the phone, "Sorry Master... No Master I'm not trying to deny you by crippling myself... Yes Master, I just needed to get vertical for a bit... I promise Master, I'll be ready for the Ball... No Master, tying me to the wheelchair won't be necessary... Goodnight Master."
I glare at Lisa as I toss her phone to her. "Don't even think about locking me to that chair!" I growl at her in a low, dangerous tone."
"Remember who you're talking to!" Lisa riposte's in an equally dangerous tone.
"What are you gonna do?" I sneer. "Go ahead, go to the cops! I don't care anymore... I'm ready to let EVERYTHING out, including you accepting your first $500 blackmail payoff!"
"Chris, why are you doing this now?" Lisa asks in a pleading tone, "we have her files, and now you have the time to go through them... Don't you see? You haven't broken any laws yet, please don't start now!"
"I broke into her computer and stole her files, remember?"
Lisa snorts, "did you steal her identity? Or plant child porn, or a virus? Hell, you didn't even download any music, or movies! Any ambulance chaser will get you off, if it ever came out what she's doing to us..."
"What are you afraid of? Are you really just spying for Molly? Running back to her and telling her all our plans?"
Lisa jumps to her feet and slaps me, hard. "How dare you! How dare you even think that! I am trying to keep you out of prison, damn it!" Lisa hisses, face contorted in fury.
"I don't want your help... Don't need it... Now get the fuck out of my house!" I snarl.
Lisa glares at me, fists clenched at her side, knuckles white. She takes a deep breath, and calmly say's, "no."
"I said leave!" My voice starting to rise.
"No, keep your voice down! Now, you are going to start working on those files tomorrow, and we are going to free ourselves of Molly... THEN I am going to set you straight on just who's in charge here, I will use force if need be, to make you understand that you are mine... Forever! Now, do you need to go to the bathroom?"
Lisa says this with such calm conviction, my anger changes to fear, and I find myself really needing to pee.
"Yes Goddess," I can only mumble, and miss the smile that crosses her lips. She helps me into the wheelchair and rolls me to the master bath...
Monday...
Lisa has rearranged my fridge so everything's on the lower shelves, moved the microwave to the edge of the counter, and leaves for school. The Argonne tech arrives at nine, and set's up a secure modem, and computer on my new desk next to my machine, and Molly stops by on her way to work. She drops a large stack of cash in my lap with a smile, and I look up at her in confusion.
"For your pain and suffering, let me know when you get the bill, and I'll take care of it," Molly says to me.
"But Master, this isn't necessary," I stutter, in shock.
"Enough! Master John told you the club would take care of you, now accept the money, and be grateful. Now I invited the neighbors to watch the game here this week, and since you obviously can't cook, I told them we would have Portillo's, or this Ricobenes you love, catered."
"Yes Master," I say morosely, knowing the money is a reward for covering up the real cause of my injury.
"Chin up Pet, you get to work from home, and they money should help with your strained finances. I'll check in on you later, stay off that leg, understand?"
"Yes Master... Please thank the club for me," I say. Molly leaves, and I roll myself into the family room to look at my 42" 720dpi flat panel TV, and decide I'll need to upgrade if I'm going to be hosting football parties.
I roll into the nursery and fire up both computers, I count ten thousand dollars in the stack Molly gave me, and toss it carelessly on the desk I use my computer to research televisions, and get myself up to speed with the latest tech. I say fuck it to myself, and go for broke shopping at Best Buy. I spend just over 4K on a Samsung 64" Class 1080P 3D Plasma TV, with a Samsung 5.1 3D/Wifi Bluray Home Theater System, and arrange to have them delivered and installed on Thursday.
That done, I heat up a leftover Italian Sausage sandwich, and work on Molly's files. I'm interrupted by the work computer a few times, and end up replying to well wishes from my team for the rest of the afternoon.
It's just after four when I hear my doorbell ring, 'who the hell is that?' I wonder as I yell out, "come in, I'm back here!" I quickly hide the 10k and wait for my visitor. Greg walks in with a bashful smile, and I watch his eyes go straight to the secure modem.
"Hey Bro, I was hoping you would let me take a look at the new modem, I've never seen a secure one before."
"Sure Bro, help yourself... Actually, I'm glad you're here, I need some help with that program you gave me."
Greg grabs my office chair from upstairs, and a beer, before plopping himself down to study the modem. He asks if he can check out the specs, and I nod. Gawd damn, the fucker types fast! His fingers are a blur, as he goes from screen to screen, eyes moving rapidly. He starts talking to himself as he absorbs the data he's looking at.
"Uh huh, I see where you're going there, oh nice, wait, how does THAT work? Oh, I see it now, brilliant..." Amused, I watch a master at work.
His phone rings and I watch his left hand grab it off his belt and answer it without taking his eyes off the screen, or right hand off the mouse. "Hi Babe... I'm at Chris's checking out a modem... I dunno, he asked me to help him with a program... Hold on, I'll ask. Chris, you like Lasagna?"
"Hell yeah!" I say, surprised.
"Yeah Babe... She wants to know if you have any wine?"
"Yes, a nice red... I can't have any, but help yourselves."
"Yeah Babe, a nice Red... Is Molly coming over?"
"Ah, yeah, but I'm not sure when, let me call her..."
"He's calling her now, I'll call you back and let you know."
I pick up my phone and dial Molly's phone, she answers on the third ring, "Yes Pet?"
"Hello Sweetheart, Greg is here with me talking geek, and he and Mika would like to know if you can join us for dinner..."
I can sense her eyes narrow over the phone, she really does hate surprises, and events she can't control. "Sure, I should be home in forty minutes, do I need to stop for anything?" Her voice is sickly sweet, and a pit forms in my stomach.
"Ah French or Italian bread would be nice, we're having Lasagna."
"Ok Honey, I love you..."
"Love you too Sweetheart... She'll be here in an hour," I tell Greg. He startles me by slamming his palms down on either side of the keyboard.
"That modem is so fuckin cool! I couldn't find a single weakness... Hey, can I grab another beer?"
"Help yourself Bro, mi casa, su casa."
I hear him call Mika as he walks to the kitchen for the beer, his kid in a candy store enthusiasm is contagious, and I find myself in a great mood. He quickly shows me how to crack the passwords, and I show him the TV and surround sound I ordered for Sunday. We talk computer games until Mika calls him to come help him carry dinner.
Molly shows up before they get here, and I see the anger rolling off her. "I do not like being put on the spot, pet!" She says in a low threatening tone.
"I'm sorry Master, I was put on the spot too... Greg came over to look at the secure modem, and Mika called him while he was here. The next thing I knew, they offered to share their dinner."
"You could have said you weren't up to it... DING DONG! We'll discuss this later!" Molly says before going to answer the door.
Saved by the bell... She's all smiles as she leads the neighbors into the kitchen, and set's the table for dinner.
Greg opens the wine, as Molly slices the bread, and we settle in to eat.
"Am I interrupting?" Lisa calls from the threshold. Fuck! I forgot she was coming back tonight.
I look over my shoulder, then back to Molly in a panic. Molly has a wicked gleam in her eye, and I know I'm on my own.
"Hi.. Lisa, these are my neighbors Greg and Mika, and my girlfriend Molly... Guys, this is my cousin Lisa, I totally forgot she was coming today. She'll be staying with me until I'm mobile... Please, come in Cuz."
"No, that's alright, I can come back later," Lisa says nervously.
"Nonsense Dear, you're already here, come on and join us." Molly adds with a smile.
"Are you sure Ma.. Molly, Chris? I wouldn't want to impose."
"You're fine, we have plenty of food," Mika jumps in.
"Ah, ok I guess, it smells really good... Where can I find a plate?" Lisa manages to recover quickly.
Molly bids her to sit, and grabs another place setting for her. The Lasagna is superb, and the table talk is light and friendly, when Molly decides to stir up some shit.
"So Lisa? Tell me how it is you can come stay with your cousin?"
"Well..." I start, when Molly interrupts me. "Let her tell us Chris, it's time to take your pill."
'You fucking bitch!'
"Well Molly, I just graduated college, and decided to check out the job market in Chicago, now that my cousin lives here."
"Really, what line of work are you looking for?"
"Nursing."
"So, should I expect to find you here often?" Molly's sweet tone raises my hackles, why is she doing this?
Lisa has had enough, Molly has thrown down the gauntlet, so Lisa picks it up and runs with it. "Maybe, depends on where I end up getting a job. I think Chris can really use my assistance in his time of need, don't you?"
"Ah guys?" I say, trying to intervene, "you know the game party is here this week, right? We're thinking about catering Portillo's, unless you'd like something else."
"We can just have everyone bring a dish Chris," Mika says.
"Nah, you all provided for us, now it's our turn."
Mika insists on helping Molly clean up the kitchen, as Lisa, Greg, and I head into the family room. Mika informs me the leftovers were in the fridge, and takes Greg by the arm to take him home. As soon as the front door closes, Lisa wheels around and glares at an amused Molly.
"What the fuck was that?... Master!" Lisa explodes.
"Molly's smile turns into a snarl, "Who the fuck do you think your talking to, slave?"
"I'm talking to you Master, I'd like to know what game your playing at."
"No, you're yapping at me like a little dog, and I think it's past time for an etiquette lesson."
"If that's what you wish, just tell me when!" Lisa snaps.
"Master, Lisa, please! This is all my fault... I should be the one punished! I accepted the neighbor's offer, and forgot to inform Lisa about our guests, please stop fighting!"
They both turn on me and say, "shut up, boy!" At the same time. Within seconds they both burst out laughing, diffusing the situation.
"Listen Lisa, yes I put you on the spot, it's my privilege to do so... I wanted to see how well you did under pressure. People know you're my Protoge now, and I need to test you from time to time, I have a reputation to uphold after all."
"But the neighbors are vanilla, as far as we know," Lisa says.
"Yeah, but you'll be hanging around here more often now, and I wanted to see what story Chris would tell them... I can't have them thinking he's cheating on me... Your cousin, pet? Is that really the best you can do?"
"Master, I'm not very good at deception, and she does kinda look like my sister, don't you think?"
"I guess, the story should hold up for a while... Until Carrie shows up... Now, about that etiquette lesson, Tomorrow night you will meet me at the clubhouse at seven, I will not allow you to challenge me, do you understand?"
"Tomorrow?" Lisa ask's confused.
Molly raises her brows, "is that a problem, slave?"
"N, no Master, I'll be there."
"Good, now I'm going home and taking a hot bath, I'll stop by tomorrow to check on you, pet, don't EVER put me on the spot again! Now, goodnight."
"Goodnight Master."
Lisa retrieves her clothes and pillow from her car while I call my sister and inform her about my accident. Carrie threatens to take time off work, but I convince her Molly and the neighbors were taking good care of me.
I sense Lisa walk up to me as I hang up my call, she wraps her arms around me and nibbles on my ear. "Kissing cousins, kinky:) Who were you talking to?"
"My sister, she's mad at me for hurting myself. I obviously couldn't tell her the truth, and I had to convince her that Molly was taking good care of me."
"Chris, you really need to find something on Molly, what she did tonight was petty, and stupid... You should have called and warned me to stay away."
"I know Goddess, but I can't seem to clear my head, did you know she came over before she went to work and dropped ten thousand dollars in my lap?"
"WHAT? Why would she do that?" Lisa asks, pretending to be shocked.
"It's supposed to remind me to keep my mouth shut about my injury. It's a payoff from the club, and I'm told not to worry about the bills, they'll be taken care of."
"So what are you gonna do with the money?" Lisa asks with a underlying of greed in her tone, she doesn't quite cover.
"I can't just deposit it in the bank, so I either get myself a safe deposit box, or deposit it a little at a time... Oh I did buy a new TV, and surround sound system from Best Buy, it's being installed Thursday... Can you help me with a shower?"
Tuesday...
I'm sleeping in the recliner when Molly wakes me. "Good morning pet, how are you feeling?"
"Painful, Master."
"You're young, the pain will pass. I just stopped by to remind you you'll be on your own until late tonight, will you be ok, or shall I ask Deanne to check in on you?"
"I'll be fine Master, I have plenty of left overs, and all the dishes in the dishwasher are clean, so I won't have to stand to grab a plate."
"Good, call me if you need anything, and I'll arrange something... Stay off your feet!"
"I will Master, thanks." After she leaves I get to work searching through files. After two tedious hours, I get frustrated, pop a Vicodin, and use my crutches to hop over to Molly's to plant the bugs... Fuck Lisa! I plant the two Nexxus bugs in Molly's study, and hobble home to set up the receiver in the nursery closet, where Lisa shouldn't find it.
Exhausted by my efforts, I decide a nap is in order, and hit the recliner.
Lisa receives the text at two o'clock, it reads, "you'll be meeting Branson for dinner at The Signature Room in the Hancock building on Michigan Avenue at seven o'clock. Wear something sexy, but elegant, and your Leoboutin's. Be flirtatious, but firm, and remember, he's expecting a dominant, so don't be afraid to push him a little. Now this dinner is just a meet and greet, so don't let him talk you into going home with him, and watch your back."
She replies, "but I thought I was meeting you at the clubhouse at seven!"
"Think about it... I was giving you an excuse for leaving our pet alone this evening, we'll discuss your insubordination later."
Geoff and Tom come over at five, and ask if I decided to go ahead with the basement remodel. I tell them it's on hold indefinitely, and we talk about the REAL reason they came over... Winter computer gaming, it seems they and Greg have LAN parties during the winter, and Greg told them I was a gamer. Apparently, they've run LAN cables through the attic's of all of the Townhomes, including Molly's, although she isn't a gamer, and the previous owner of my unit allowed them as well.
The next thing I know, Deanne, Kari and the kids are here, bringing Meatloaf, Mashed Potato's, dinner rolls, and Corn. Once again I find myself having dinner with the neighbors, and realize how much more relaxing it is without Molly here.
Is it a coincidence they came over? I think not...
"Chris, I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow, can I pick up anything?" Deanne offers.
"Actually, I've been craving Stouffers French Bread Pizza's, I fell in love with them in Idaho, and OJ... Let me get you some cash."
"Nah, don't worry bout that!"
"No, I insist, and really appreciate it, can you get me a bag of shredded mozzarella too?"
"Sure, no problem."
I roll into my new office and grab a hundred out of the 10k, and return to the kitchen. The neighbors leave at eight thirty, after the girls clean my kitchen. Playing a hunch, I open the fridge, and find a plate of leftovers, covered in plastic wrap waiting for me, and I can't help but smile...
Friday...
I hit the jackpot... Kind of.
I find a list of what I believe to be payouts in Molly's files, but they're in code, and I'm not a Cryptologist. I believe it's a book cypher, and if I can find the key, I might be able to crack it, but it could be based on any book ever printed. To say my frustration level is quite high, would be an understatement.
My cell phone program hasn't paid off, and I suspect Molly uses a prepaid phone for her illegal activities. The bugs in her study have been useless, other than her normal, legal, BDSM behavior, I haven't caught her discussing anything illegal, or planning any more blackmail schemes.
'Did Lisa tell Molly about the bugs?' I wonder, after four days of nothing. My suspicion of Lisa grows daily, especially after Tuesday night. For someone who supposedly went through etiquette training, she was awful chipper when she arrived here at ten thirty Tuesday night.
Can I trust Lisa? That's the million dollar question, if not I'm totally fucked, and may have to take the loss on the house, or continue to be Molly's bitch. I try to remember which books Molly has in her study, but I just didn't pay attention them when I dusted the shelves. I'll have to hobble back over there and examine them more closely.
My new TV is up and running, and the installers were kind enough to move my old TV into the nursery/office for me. Tom, Geoff, & Greg came over to check it out, and to discuss winter gaming, and of course that turned into dinner, and more leftovers in the fridge.
Tonight I'm expecting a quiet night at home, Tom & Deanne are going out with friends, Geoff & Kari's son's band is playing some bar, and Greg & Mika are having a date night. Molly's out doing her thing, and I don't know if Lisa's coming or not, she's been acting strange since Tuesday, like she has something else on her mind.
I decide to call Lisa, and see if she's coming out...
"Hello Baby, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you were coming out tonight?"
"Of course I am, I should be there in an hour or so, I have a school project to wrap up."
"Good, you think you can grab us a couple of movies from the Redbox, and maybe some taco's? I'm really in the mood for some spicy steak tacos."
"I guess I could do that, or..."
"Or?"
"I could practice with your tits before ravaging your bound and helpless body, it's been awhile, and I'm in the mood, besides, I need to practice."
Damn! As much as I try to distance myself from her, I just couldn't stop myself from calling her, and now I'm stuck in tittyville. "As long as you bring the tacos, chips, beans, salsa, and guacamole dip, I'm all tits."
"Deal, how many do you want?"
"Four steak and two chile relleno please."
"Alright, phone it in to Lalo's on Roosevelt in Oak Park, I will have the three chicken taco dinner, give me forty five minutes before you call, ok."
"Ok Sweetheart, see you in an hour."
Shit! There goes my relaxing evening in front of the TV. With time to kill, and sick of scanning Molly's files, I decide to play some Mass Effect on the computer. I complete two missions before having to order the food, and another before Lisa shows up.
"How can you eat that?" Lisa asks as I add Habenero salsa to my tacos.
"What's wrong with hot sauce?" I ask, smacking my lips in anticipation.
"That's not hot, that's insanity in a bottle," she says in disgust.
I roll my eyes before I close them for my first bite of bliss. Maybe she won't try to get romantic, now that I've eaten it, but I couldn't be that lucky.
"So, any luck with the files?" Lisa asks, after taking a bite of her own dinner. 'Should I tell her what I found?' I wonder as I take another bite to by time before I answer.
"This is really good, how's the Chicken?"
"Good, so did you find anything?"
With a mental sigh, I answer, "maybe."
Lisa slams her glass down, shattering it. "What the fuck kind of answer is that?" She asks angrily, "you need to start fucking trusting me, damn it! We're in this together, and I demand to know what you found, and whatever else you're planning!"
I ignore her outburst and start on my second taco, wondering just how far I can push her. She sits there stewing for a minute before throwing up her hands and shouting, "FINE, BE THAT WAY... YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, ASSHOLE!"
Lisa jumps to her feet and puts on her jacket to leave, I watch her dispassionately, as she grabs her keys and purse and starts for the garage.
"I'm doing all the work here, so far you haven't produced shit... Why should I tell you anything?" I say, in a flat, 'I don't give a fuck,' tone.
"I haven't done anything?" She asks, incredulously, "I got evidence proving she's blackmailing Dirk!"
"Where is it?" I ask softly.
"I have it... Safe." Lisa says, shocked I'd even question her.
"No, what you have is evidence of Dirk having sex with a minor! You have no idea what Molly has done with that information, in fact, you told me she hasn't even asked you for a copy of the tape, we don't know if she's even contacted him!"
Tears well up in Lisa's eyes as she says, "what do you want me to do? Molly hasn't asked for my help with anything lately... What do I have to do to get you to trust me?"
"You could write me a affidavit stating I never raped you... Any Currency Exchange or Bank will notarize it for you."
"And give up my leverage over you? That's not gonna happen!"
"And you wonder why I don't trust you," I say wryly.
"If you weren't in that chair I'd kick your fuckin ass for that!" Lisa hisses. "You better get used to the fact I'm not going anywhere, the sooner you realize you're stuck with me, the happier we'll both be... Now, what the fuck did you find?"
"I'll never be happy while being blackmailed... The sooner YOU realize THAT, the sooner we can try to work on a real relationship!" I can't believe I just said that! Do I like her that much, to forgive her for what she's done to me?
Ah fuck, I do, and I could, she hasn't really done anything bad, after she got to know me. I try to justify to myself. I know my problem is I just can't let go, something I learned with Sophie... And Lisa actually decked the dumb bitch who hurt me, that's gotta be worth something, doesn't it?
"Ok, alright, let's go to the office, I'll show you what I found." I shut down my game and pull up the list I found, I explain to her my theory about the book cypher, and that I couldn't crack it without the key.
Lisa stares at the monitor with fascination, her eyes never leave the screen as she scrolls down through all 278 entries, and says, "my God, you think these are all payoffs, all of them?"
"That's my theory, I'm guessing she's been blackmailing people a long time."
"How does she get away with it?"
"It's like you said, she's smart and cunning, just look at the precaution's she's taken, did you notice she unplugs her Cat5 cable whenever she's not using her computer?"
"Why does she do that, I wonder?"
"So nobody can remotely access her hard drive... We've been very lucky getting this far, and I'm afraid she'll never let me close enough to disclose any useful information... Being her "personal slave," is nothing like I would expect, most of the time I feel like part of the furniture."
"I have a feeling that will change once your sister moves in... She'll have to put on the loving girlfriend act almost 24/7, and she'll have to stop hosting her other submissive's next door... That's really gonna cramp her style."
"Maybe that's why she treats me the way she does. I think she resents starting down this path with me, but too stubborn to let it go... Do you think I could talk to her, and convince her to let me go?"
"You can try, after what happened to you at her party, I realized she didn't really love you, and seemed to resent having to go to the hospital to visit you... Want me to be here when you do?"
"No, she already suspects us of having a non sexual relationship, let's not give her a reason to separate us."
"Ok then, I'll just have to try harder to gain her confidence. She's already treating me more like a trainee, and less a slave, maybe I can get her to divulge some secrets... Leave the books in her study to me, I'll make a list this weekend."
"Please be careful, if she suspects, it'll go bad for both of us."
"Leave it to me Lover, let's go finish dinner." Lisa says, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. As we head back to the kitchen table she asks, "what did you do with the bugs?"
Since my guard is already up, the lie comes easily, "I sent them back for credit, but kept the digital recorder to use at work, why do you ask?"
"Oh, I was just making sure you weren't planning to use them to break the law, nor do we want to give Molly anything else to hold over you, if she happened to find them."
"Well, we don't have to worry about that."
Lisa microwaves our dinners and we finish eating. As she rinses the dinner plates, she ask's "how bad is your stubble, it's got to be pretty bad by now."
"Huh?" I ask, rubbing the obvious five o'clock shadow on my face.
"On your body, silly goose!" Lisa says with a laugh.
"Oh, I'm past stubble, it's fine hair now." I say with a blush.
"Well that won't do, I'll run to Walgreens, do you need your prescriptions refilled?"
"Actually, I do... But not the Vicodin, ok?"
"What? Why not?"
"The pain is manageable, and I hate the way it makes me feel."
"I understand Baby, but the Doctor wouldn't have prescribed it, if he didn't want you to take it... You gonna make me get all Dommy on you?"
"No, Goddess." I say, resigned.
"Good, I'll be back as soon as possible," Lisa kisses me goodbye, and heads to the drug store.
I roll into the family room and flip on the TV, I'm lucky enough to find Serenity playing, and settle into my recliner to watch.
After thirty minutes I hear, "ahem!" from behind me. I mute the sound, and turn expecting to see Lisa. Molly's standing there, eyeballing the new TV with her arms crossed.
"Master, forgive me, I thought you were Lisa."
"Where is she?" Molly asks with a scowl.
"She went to Walgreens to refill my prescriptions... Is there something you need?"
"For you to get healthy and back on your feet, your service is sorely missed."
"Ah, sorry Master, I'm staying off my feet like you commanded."
"Good, what's with the new TV?"
"I figured if we were going to be hosting football parties, I should provide a screen large enough for everyone to watch comfortably."
"Keeping up with the Jones's? Never mind... I thought you were having financial difficulties?"
"Well... The money you gave me helped immensely, thanks again."
"Don't thank me, that bitch should have never had a chance to hurt you... Have you eaten?"
"Yes Master, Lisa stopped for tacos, but I have plenty of leftovers if you're hungry."
"No, I have dinner plans, I just stopped by to check in on you."
"Have you got a minute to talk?"
Molly's eyes narrow as she looks down at me, she checks her watch, and says, "five minutes."
"Please, have a seat," Molly sits and looks at me expectantly.
"Master, are you really happy with our arrangement?"
Molly raises a brow and say's, "if you have something to say, just say it!"
I decide to jump right in, "since you took control, you treat me like furniture, you have me cooking, and cleaning, but other than Sundays, we hardly interact, and now that my sister is moving in in two weeks, we're going to have to act like lovers 24/7. I'm afraid it's really going to leave us too much explaining to do, and I have no idea how we'll explain Lisa hanging around."
Molly stares at me without expression for two full minutes before finally saying, "you know my terms, if you want out you must pay my price."
"But you don't even care about me! Why go through all the trouble living a lie?" I say in earnest.
"Whatever gave you that idea, Pet? You should realize that I live the lifestyle 24/7/365, BDSM is not all about sex. I care about all of my slaves, especially you!"
"I'm sorry Master, but I find that hard to believe, you can't hide the fact that you didn't want to be there with me at the hospital!"
"Perhaps it's because I don't like hospitals, did you take that into consideration? Listen carefully pet, this is the busiest time of the year for me. I happen to be on the committee planning the Gender Bender Ball, as well as on the board of the BDSM club, and another charity dear to me."
"Even so, how do we possibly explain your other slaves, and Lisa to Carrie? You know she'll cause trouble if she thinks you're mistreating me."
"I know she'll be here in two weeks, by then I'll have everything worked out with my other pets... And you will simply have to move into my place so we can have privacy, as for Lisa, I'm afraid the time is near to revoke her sexual privileges with you... You WILL NOT discuss this conversation with her, understood?"
"Of course Master, this means no more cross dressing, thank you."
"After she prepares you for the ball on Halloween, she'll no longer have any privileges with you... Now, I need to run, call Portillo's tomorrow to confirm our order, and try to come up with something for dessert," and with that, Molly stands, gives me a kiss, and leaves.
I sit there in stunned silence, not knowing what to even think anymore. Move in with Molly? No more Lisa? She cares about me? A heavy feeling of despair settles over me like a wet wool blanket, threatening to smother me. I hear a sob come from behind me, and turn to see Lisa standing there, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She looks totally devastated, and I know she heard the whole conversation. She comes and carefully sits in my lap, and sobs into my shoulder, I hold her until she let's it out. We sit there in silence, holding each other for thirty minutes before I sense her resolve return.
"That fucking Bitch! I can't believe she would stab me in the back like that!" Lisa says, as she climbs to her feet and starts pacing.
"Um, she's a fucking blackmailer, remember?" I say sarcastically.
"I know, but I thought she and I had an understanding when it came to you, now she thinks she can just dismiss me?"
"We can use this," I add, thoughtfully.
"How? You're not supposed to tell me, remember?"
"You tell her the truth, that you overheard our conversation."
"Have you lost your mind? She'll think I'm lying, and that you told me! She will punish you, severely."
"Not with my leg banged up, and not with Carrie arriving in two weeks... Hear me out, you remind her that without your testimony, she doesn't have shit on me, and you'll be willing to give me up if she teaches you how to capture a slave of your own."
"And she has two weeks to do so, or I'll give you an affidavit stating you never raped me... That might actually work!"
"Or it might be a spectacular failure, resulting in major trouble for both of us, remember how cunning she is."
"Well then fuck the tits, we need to learn all we can about book ciphers! Can you use your work computer, or should I get my laptop?"
"I should be fine as long as I stay away from the bondage sites," I say with a wink, as we head into the office.
I've never seen Lisa so focused, she's absorbing book cypher information like a sponge, and frankly it impresses me. No flirting, no innuendos, not even an order comes out of her mouth as she studies the web pages on my computer, after two hours she borrows my Cannon Sureshot camera, and excuses herself.
I decide I needed a break anyway, and roll into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. Lisa reappears after being gone forty three minutes, and ignores my inquiry, and heads back to my comp. By the time I roll back into the office, she's already uploading the pictures she took.
"Was that fresh coffee I smelled in the kitchen?" She asks, as the comp does it's work.
"Yeah, could you bring me a cup?"
I look at the photo's of Molly's study Lisa took, and their mostly psychology books, with a rare Laurell K Hamilton book thrown in there for variety... Who the hell is Laurell K Hamilton?
"Leave it to Molly to pick a boring ass psychology book!" I moan in despair.
"Something tells me it's not any of these," Lisa says with certainty. "Let's forget about it until I get the chance to talk to her, ok Baby? Cmon, let's go grab a shower."
She rolls me into the master bath, bringing her Walgreens bag with her, and helps me undress, before stripping herself. Lisa chooses to go with Nairing me, and spreads the smelly pink cream everywhere from my neck down.
"I want to take you to have your brows threaded, it's much less painful than waxing," Lisa mutters as she coats my back.
"Can I please wait until I can bend my knee, and ride comfortably in a car?" I ask hopefully, dreading the idea completely.
"Oh, I guess!" Lisa says in a disappointed tone, "but you WILL have them done for me, capise?"
"Yes Goddess, hey this shit is starting to tingle."
"Time to rinse it off," Lisa takes a wash cloth, and gently rubs the Nair off, while rinsing my body thoroughly. After we leave the shower, and towel off, she massages my sister's Victoria's Secret Deep Seduction scented Moisturizing Body Butter, all over my body.
"Ohh we'll have to get some of this! Lisa coo's, as she spreads it on herself. Looks like we'll have to replace this jar anyway. Don't you just love the scent?"
I admit it does smell very nice, for a girl! Lisa smiles her wicked smile, and throws me a wink. She replaces my knee brace and guides me to the bed. "I'm afraid we'll have to use this magnificent canopied bed, I don't want you going up those stairs!" Lisa says.
I sit on the edge of the bed and wait while she runs upstairs for the toy bag, when she returns she orders me to lay in the middle of the king sized bed. Lisa uses rope to tie my wrists to the corner posts, before securing my ankles in our padded cuffs, and locking them to a spreader bar.
"Comfortable?" She purrs, and I nod, mouth suddenly dry. Lisa produces a bandana, and quickly blindfolds me. She climbs off the bed, and I feel the spreader bar shift, Lisa then climbs on the bed, and I sense her standing over me. Her weight shifts from foot to foot for a second, before I feel my legs raise in the air, and my body start to bend at the waist, as my butt lifts off the bed.
The brace is doing it's job, as I'm only feeling mild discomfort. I bent in a wide, almost U shape, and I hear Lisa giggle, as she steps off the bed again. Lisa removes the blindfold, and smiles at her handiwork. I look up at my legs, she tied the rope to the eyebolt in the center of the spreader, and ran the rope up, and over the canopie's center support, and tied it to the headboard. To my horror, my cock is hanging there limp about two feet from my face, and once it's erect, it will point right at my mouth.
"Doesn't that look yummy, slave?" Lisa asks seductively, I shake my head no, and she pouts. "It does too, I know you like the creamy goodness that comes out... You begged me for it, not too long ago..."
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