Having It All (7 page)

“Nice job, Katy. This is your personal work, right?”

“Yeah. I really fucked up.”

“You weren’t getting out of this one without help. What were you thinking?”

“Don’t ask, Roger. It’s a long story and I’m embarrassed enough. Can you tell what’s wrong with the link?”

“Well, the problem is pretty simple. This master link is open just enough for one of the chain links to slip inside and stay there because you have tension on the chain. It probably got lodged there when you twisted the loop. I doubt you’d have ever gotten it off without a bolt cutter. All I have to do is open the link up a bit more and slip the chain link back out.”

“And that’s what he did. My hands came free and for the first time in hours, I could bring them forward. I turned and hugged him for a long time and then I kissed him. He kissed me back and put his hand on my wet, half-cupped breast and, well, there’s a bit more to this story, but its personal, so that’s the end of the tale.”

“Pretty good,” Ellen said quietly. “And I’d call that kind of personal as well, wouldn’t you, Frank?”

“Oh yeah. Been there. Done that,” said Frank, a bit too casually.

“Did the storm come?” Ellen asked.

“Oh yeah, it rained like the devil, but somehow neither of us noticed,” Katy said quietly. “But Frank, you mean you’ve screwed up self bondage too?”

“You bet I have.”

“So you have no problem with fleshing out my fantasy when we get to camp?” she asked, somewhat wary now.

“Not at all, as long as you respect our privacy as well, we can have a great time. One rule though…” added Ellen.

“Let me guess,” interrupted Katy.

“Okay, but actually there are two.”

“Fine. If I guess them right you guys are going to have to put me up for the night, literally, because I have been dying to do a suspension and I just can’t do it safely at my apartment; blindfold, gag, the whole enchilada.”

“Sounds like blackmail,” laughed Frank. “But if you guess both rules correctly, you’ll get suspension, but for openers, probably on the basement wall. If you only get one, we get to pick the setup and if you don’t guess any, we just throw you in a cage for the night and go have our own fun.”

“Boooooo,” said Katy.

“Boo yourself,” added Ellen. “If you lose, I get to play with you for the night.”

“Oh,” said the girl carefully. “I’m not sure I’m ready for girl on girl stuff, Ellen. No offense, but I haven’t had a female partner since college, and then it was my roommate who was about as kinky as I am.”

“Well, let’s see if you know the rules. Go ahead.”

“Okay. Rule number one: do no harm. Hurt is ok, but no harm. No permanent damage; bruises maybe, marks okay, but no permanent scars. Right?”

“Good,” said Frank, sounding impressed. “Next.”

“Always agree on safe words, safe sounds, alarms, etc. And that’s even more important than the first. In fact,” added Katy. “That’s prime.”

“Agreed,” said both Frank and Ellen together. Everyone was silent while they digested that wisdom.

“But hey,” Katy suddenly piped up. “This is really acting out a classic fantasy of mine, so can you improve on my situation, Ellen? I mean, a gag would really be nice and maybe you can tie my legs…and a blindfold, maybe? And then you can just dump me in the back with the rest of the cargo for the remainder of the trip and enjoy your time together since I just won my choice of suspension for the night.”

“Damn,” said Frank. “This accountant drives a hard bargain.”

“I think we’d better make a potty stop first. We’re about two hours away, maybe longer if this snow keeps up,” said Ellen. “And, while we’re stopped, I’ll get you to sign our standard kidnap release.” Everyone laughed.

They were silent for a few minutes and then Frank said that rest areas were up ahead and he would stop. “Anyone need a break?” he asked.

Everyone said “Yes” at once and a minute later, they pulled into a large truck stop and rest area. Ellen removed Katy’s cuffs and they got out. The snow was accumulating on the freezing ground and truckers were pulling in to stay for the night.

When they returned to the car, Ellen asked Katy if she’d rather be in the back seat and the girl said yes, so she climbed in, took off her jacket, gloves and scarf, then presented Ellen with her wrists held behind her. Ellen glanced at Frank, who rolled his eyes and grinned crazily and Ellen put the cuffs back on Katy. The girl slid over to the right side of the seat and put her booted feet up on the seat next to Ellen. After a moment’s consideration, Ellen closed the rear door, went to the back of the SUV, popped the lid and rummaged in the pile of groceries, luggage and packages. She picked up something, closed the lid and hopped back into the shotgun seat. Frank put the truck in four wheel drive and they were back on the interstate highway while Ellen leaned over and tied Katy’s feet with a length of nylon rope, finishing it off with a cinch between the boots.

“How’s that?” she asked her willing captive. “Too tight?”

“No, its fine. I am just wondering what kind of crazy person you think I am,” Katy said pensively. “No sane girl jumps in a car with friends or clients and says, ‘tie me up.’”

“Not to worry, Katy. We think the world of you and are very pleased that you are into the same things we are,” said Frank. “However, your overtly vile and candid behavior thus far will probably merit an intro to our discipline program for young girls who are too forward.”

“Such as?” Katy posed.

“You are going to get your little ass warmed up and I will do it personally,” said Frank, trying to look stern, but grinning evilly.

“Well,” said Katy, “that will be fun. If you’ve ever tried to paddle yourself, you know that it is singularly unrewarding, so you have my permission to lay on, old man.”

“Old Man?” Ellen and Frank said together.

“I was using that in the British sense, which has nothing to do with age, you two,” Katy fired back.

“Damn,” said Ellen. “That deserves a gag.” And she turned around in her seat and stuffed a brightly colored dinner napkin into Katy’s ready mouth.

“Mummph, uuunh woolng,” sputtered the girl, as Ellen slapped on a piece of clear packaging tape and then another until Katy’s mouth and chin were covered in tape.

Long before the trio arrived at the camp, Katy was happily trussed up in the back seat, humming merrily to herself through a gag. Her scarf was serving as a solid blindfold and her elbows had been tied behind her with more of the nylon cord. Duct tape from the console between the front seats had been added at Frank’s suggestion. While Frank drove along the now dark highway, Ellen busied herself in the back seat, following Patty’s instructions and obviously enjoying herself while she tied the girl’s legs at the knee and put a thin, sequined dog collar around her neck. A matching leash went from the collar to the overhead clothes hanger fitting on the side of the truck’s cabin and served to keep the girl from getting away, they all agreed. The final touch, while they were still miles from their destination, was a short length of rope from Katy’s feet to the inside rear door handle, stretching her out nicely in the leather seat. Before the gag went in, Katy had looked Ellen straight in the eye and said: “Since you’re into women, once you get me tied up, you can do anything you want with me, right?” and then she winked and added “this work shirt is really tight and hot. Maybe you can take care of that, huh?” Ellen put the gag in and that was Katy’s last word for the next few hours.

Sitting back in her seat, Ellen wondered exactly what the girl in the back seat had in mind with her last remark.

“Think I should molest her a bit, Frank?” she asked. A loud affirmative hum came from behind them.

“Oh hell, why not?” said Frank. “Might as well see what’s under all that business attire.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Think she’ll turn out to be flabby, flat and fat?” Ellen said with a smirk, knowing full well that Katy’s figure was a nine or a ten and that they both had seen enough of her during and after work to know that the little blond accountant had nothing to be ashamed of in terms of looks.

“Well, let her warm up a tad and then take a look. Or better yet, I’ll switch driving with you and I’ll do some explorative investigation.”

“Yeah, right, Honey. Like I’m going to let you do that while I drive.”

Chapter Four

Alphabet Wall

Some hours later, the threesome made the usual midnight arrival at the mountain estate. Frank carried the half undressed young woman into the living room, plunked her down on the sofa and went to help Ellen bring in the baggage and other stuff from the SUV. When everything else was put away and they all were yawning, (except Katy who couldn’t with the tape and gag in her mouth), Ellen suggested that they just leave their guest on the sofa with a couple of small additions to her bondage and all get some sleep. Frank agreed and although Katy hummed and struggled, they tied her feet to the legs at one end of the sofa slipped a rope under her arms and tied that to the legs on the other end. Then, to keep her from falling off the sofa, they tied her hands to a long rope that fastened to the sofa’s rear legs. Katy was well trussed up and not going anywhere for awhile, so the couple turned out the lights and went to bed. Katy was the first asleep and the last to awaken the next morning.

“So much for hardships under bondage,” Ellen said as she worked in the kitchen making breakfast and the more or less freed Katy sat at the table with an old bathrobe of Frank’s wrapped around her. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles bound with 550 cord to the back legs of the chair. When it was time to eat, they removed the soggy penis gag that she had been wearing and let her lap up the clear soup and salad set out on plates before her. Katy enjoyed it all.

“I’m done,” she chirped when the dishes were licked clean. “Can I go to my room now,” she politely asked.

“As soon as we finish,” Ellen said, slightly peeved. “For a captive masochist, you sure are demanding,” she added.

“Sorry, Ellen,” she said. “It’s just that you made the room sound so interesting that I want to see it and get hung up…or whatever Frank and you have planned for me. And by the way, where are we, exactly?”

“Okay,” sighed Frank. “Come on. I’ll take you down and give you the short verbal tour on the way. I’ve got some other chores down there was well and they are not as much fun as tying you.”

He untied Katy’s feet, locked a pair of leg shackles on instead and popped the fat rubber prick back into her waiting mouth. He tightened the band around her head more than necessary, pulling back the sides of her mouth and stretching her cheeks back towards her ears.

“You get a blindfold too because there’s no reason why you should see the arrangement.”

“Augh, geeee,” muttered Kay through the gag. Frank fitted a quick mask style blindfold with fleece lining over Katy’s eyes, took her by the arm and escorted her to the hydraulic elevator. They went down quickly and Frank guided the girl out the door and down the carpeted hallway, past several steel doors, each painted a different bright color.

“Stop here,” Frank said. “Like the décor? Oh, sorry, you can’t see the handmade, welded steel doors that I got from an old prison in Kentucky. They are quite impressive. They slam shut with a sort of finality that makes you wonder if you will ever see the light of day again...if you know what I mean.”

“Ummm,” said Katy through the gag.

“Anyway, we’re under the main house, but also inside the mountain. This hallway extends about four hundred feet into Wakeneta Mountain. It’s actually on the map and is technically on the boundary of the National Forest, but I own the land and 17,000 acres around it. We built on to the original facility here where my parents tried for several decades to get a decent winery started, but the climate and terrain worked against them and they eventually gave it up. This was to be a wine aging cave, so the construction was done a long time ago and there are probably no records anywhere showing this tunnel and the additions we have made. On this floor, there are several guest rooms. Every private or double room has these great doors and is color coded, which is what you will be known as while you are here. We kind of switch the names around. Sometimes you are the color and sometimes you have your real name. Sort of depends on what situation you’re in. So, you are blue. This is the Blue Room. Wait a minute while I unlock the door.”

“Ummm,” said Katy, standing perfectly still and sniffing the air like a dog or rabbit might on arrival at a new place.

“Curious about your neighbors?” Frank asked.

“Humm,” answered Katy, nodding as well.

“Well, let’s see. Red is next door and bundled up in a very tight metal cage with pricks up her ass and cunt for the next few days. She gets a small sustenance ration through her gag harness, and a bit of crawling exercise now and then to get out the kinks, but otherwise no noise, no motion. Usually, she can’t wait to get back into her cage.”

“Hummmph,” bubbled Katy through the gag.

“Nice tits though and they had to be dealt with,” added Frank as he went to the steel door of the Blue Room and turned Katy towards the low entrance. Watch your head.” He unlocked the regular door bolts and then swiped his master keycard in the card reader to actually release the master latch. The lock made an audible electronic double click. He pushed the door open and pulled Katy inside the room, reminding her to duck her head because of the low doorway.