Ten Years After; Homecoming

"Shocked"? Mary asked as she pulled off her shirt revealing a double set of rings piercing each nipple.

"No, I've seen it before". I answered trying to hide my amusement.

So this was Tee's current roll. In body she seemed to confirm what a mutual friend had reported -- as much as he denied it, he loved chubby women. And I took note that she was the same age I was when I had become his servant.

I had not seen Tee in ten years. It was only by chance that I was even here now. I had met our mutual friend in a mall last weekend, and now had stopped in to say hello.

She continued to undress as my eyes began to wander about the room. There were two whips hung over the head of the waterbed in coat of arms fashion. "Trite", I thought and guessed that this neophyte had decorated the apartment she shared with Tee.

There were cuffs, gags, hoods and all manner of other things strewn about the room. In my mind I recalled what Sarah, a neighbor living down the hall in my building, would be saying upon seeing this. She had no use for disorder and one day began "teaching" both of our slaves the correctness of order. I wondered what she would do with this and Mary.

"Which should I wear"?, came Mary's voice pulling me from my thoughts. My eyes went searching for her and found her , naked, holding two hangers. One hanger held a black spandex number with holes in appropriate places, calling to mind a scene from "A Clockwork Orange". The other was a basic harness.

"Make up your own mind or go asked your master". I replied. From the expression in her eyes I could tell she liked neither option.

"Tee", I called from the bedroom, "Which outfit do you want Mary to wear? The spandex Clockwork Orange number, or the harness?"

"Is the little bitch standing there naked?", he called back in mocked annoyance.

"Quite"

"Neither, if she's going to undress in front of a stranger, without my permission, she can stay that way. But I want her restrained, without the joy of playing with herself. I'll leave that up to you."

I poked my head out of the bedroom. Tee was still sitting in front of his computer attending to the various x-rated bulletin boards he ran. I wondered if this even counted as a distraction for him.

I set to work, scrounging around the bedroom, looking for the proper material. I found a collar, and eventually both mitts, Sarah was more correct than she realized, a couple of figure 8 belts, and two knee pads with "pockets" dug in them. Now where was a spreader bar?

I sat her down at the foot of the bed, and mitted her hands. I next placed the collar on, and pulled the knee pads up both her legs. I was kind of suprised at how dispassionately I was doing all this, but afterall, I decided, she wasn't mine.

I belted one side of the figure 8 to her thigh and the other to her calf. She now was unable to straighten her legs. I then forced the spreader bar into the pockets of the knee pads. There! I stood up and looked at my handywork.

Next I looked to the bed. It wasn't a four poster, but Tee had stayed true to form. Before placing and filling the mattress, he had placed four ropes underneath, all long enough to come up the sides of the frame. When placed there it resembled an eight pointed star. On each end of the rope was a locking hook and it was to these hooks that I attached Mary. One for her collar and one at each mitt, spreading her arms wide. Overkill, I will admit, but she looked splendidly helpless.

"Anything else"? I called.

"There is a movie on top of the tv. It's her favorite, pop it in."

I did and watched for a bit. Standard low budget porn, oh well. I walked into the livingroom and stank into an overstuffed chair. Tee didn't look up.

"Close the door to the bedroom", he directed. Absently I obeyed. When I turned from the door I found that Tee had turned from the computer and was watching me.

"Here", came his next direction, as he pointed to the floor at his feet. Again I moved as directed, and sat absently, with my hands in my lap and my head bowed. Only then did I realize what I had done. Ten years between us hadn't erased our positions, and I was still as pliant as ever.

He rested on foot on my shoulder, and as I looked up he was smiling. Approvingly and sardonically, he was smiling.

He removed his foot and leaned over. After kissing my ear he whispered, "Will you stay with me tonight?" It really wasn't a question, it was a command, and I had already signaled my subordinance to him.

"But I have plans tonight!" I began to protest, or tried to anyway. And shortly after saying it, I knew I had earned punishment.

"Break it," he said matter-a-factly, "Better yet, is it a slave?"

I nodded.

"Pardon me?"

"Damn, that's two", I thought.

"Yes....master". I hung my head and my mouth went dry. I hadn't been a bottom in years, and now in just a matter of seconds, here I was.

"Name?"

"John", I half whispered back.

"What no nick name...Craddle?" I awoke from my dream state, and he was beaming. There it was, that cursed nickname he had given me long ago. I had safely packed it away in my memories, and had no wish to be called it now. But there was nothing I could do, he was in charge, and he was enjoying taking me down.

He handed me the phone. "Tell him to be here at 8:00."

"He's my slave! I won't have him see me this way!" But my protest did no good. Tee only held up three fingers, and smiled.

Chapter 2

I had been directed to go home, shower, change, bring some of my favorite toys and be back in an hour. And I was just now parking my car in front on his door.

During the drive back I had been thinking about what Tee liked in his slaves. I will admit that a chill of anticipation had run up my spine more than once.

"Psychological restraints are sometimes more powerful than physical ones." Now where did that thought come from, I said to myself, as I walked to the door.

I pushed the door open and found Tee and Mary lying on the waterbed. Mary was gazing at what I guessed was another porn movie and Tee was fumbling through his back pack.

I found a spot on the bed and began to watch what Mary seemed so fascinated by. I soon had my answer, two guys had mounted this girl and both were fucking her simultaneously in the ass. I tried not to stare, I had heard about it, but had never felt it or seen it. And I hoped Tee hadn't seen my interest rise.

If he had, he didn't acknowledge it, for soon he had found what he was looking for, a few bills. Handing them to Mary, he instructed her not to return until 8.

Soon we were alone, and I tried very hard not to look at him as he switched off the tv and stood over me.

"Take off the skirt." He said in a low commanding voice. Very slowly I stood and complied.

I was wearing, or had been wearing, a black cotton knit skirt, that came to my ankles. Now, I stood before him wearing only black lace stockings, black garter belt, a forest green wrap around top, and black felt boots. I love boots.

He looked at the garter and the stockings and smiled. "Predictable" came his observation as I continued to stand for inspection.

"I like them", I replied.

He smiled again.

"Lord, what is he thinking?" I wondered.

His cockeyed smile, and probing with his eyes seemed to take forever. I was beginning to get very uncomfortable, and tried to guess what was going on behind that impassable face. The worst, I guess, was not knowing where to put my hands. Couldn't put them on my hips, I'd be begging the question. Couldn't just let them hang, I felt too vulnerable. Cross them in front of me, no, too passive. Up in front of me, to defiant.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I was uncomfortable, and he knew it, and enjoyed it.

Finally he told me to get my bag. As I handed it to him, he hand me a blind- fold and told me to assume the position. "He's been watching too many cop shows", I told myself.

I pulled the blindfold on and spread myself out, using the foot of the bed for support. Then I heard the contents of my bag being dumped onto the bed. He fumbled around abit, then I felt hard pressure on the back of my neck, pushing my face down to the bed. What was it?

"I had heard you had gone to the police academy", came his voice beside me.

I felt the lacquered edge trace my spine. He had found my Koaga stick (night stick). I could feel myself shutter as he reached my ass. Did he know how much strength to use? This wasn't a PR-24, (nightstick, with handle running perpendicular to the base) you didn't need to have special training to use it. Still, if not used correctly, I could wind up seriously hurt.

The connection of the stick on my bare butt, brought me out of my thoughts. I gasped as all the air seemed to be forced out of me. I could feel tears begin to well in my eyes as the padding of the blindfold soaked them up as fast as they came. The next blow propelled my foreward, and I screamed.

"Now, Craddle, you know how I feel about screaming, and about moving", he said teasingly. "Your choice, I can shackle you and use the spreader bar, or you can remain still and keep yourself open."

I hadn't been aware of it, but I had moved my legs to try and protect myself. I moved my feet apart once move and steadied myself.

"Good"

The next blow seemed to come before he finished the word. I tried not to scream, I tried not to move. Both actions of self control I failed miserably at. I felt the cold metal of handcuffs being placed in my hand. "Probably mine", I thought.

Next, I felt leather cuffs being fitted to my ankles, and then a spreader bar placed between them.

"Stand and put your cuffs on", came his voice somewhere between delight and annoyance.

I knew what he was doing. I had done it myself to particularly obnoxious collars. By putting cuffs on themselves, they are "giving" you control. Wonderfully humiliating, when your on the other side. It didn't feel so great now, not when you're used to being in control.

I put them on and heard the clicks, then resumed my position.

"Open your mouth," came his next instruction.

I did and felt pressure immediately against my jaw and teeth. Another blow from the billy club, came crashing against my flesh. I screamed again.

"Wider!"

I tried.

Admonishment came again from the nightstick, MY nightstick.

"Wider! You can do better than that!"

I gupled, "No, I can't", I could barely contain thae agony in my voice. "A guy I was with, hit me square on the jaw one night. The force knocked my jaw out of alignment, I've never gotten it taken care of."

"That asshole you were married to?"

I nodded.

His voice changed, "Well how far can you open your mouth?"

I held up my index and middle finger. "The width of these two fingers."

Everything seemed to stop for a moment. He touched my jaw with the edge of the Koaga Stick. "Anything else damaged besides this," he finished the motion by touching my left knee, "and this".

Now this was really beginning to bother me. I hadn't kept contact with him for ten years. I lived on the other side of the city, and saw none of the same people. How did he know about my marriage and how did he know I had gotten shot in the left knee? Cops get shot everyday, this one was so unspectacular that it didn't even make the news. Still he knew.

"No", I swallowed hard, unsure of what else he knew.

My punishment continued, and I lost track of the blows assaulting my body. By the time he had finished I was crying, horse, sweating and pleading for him to stop.

"Open yourself to me", he said after my wimpering had died.

With this direction I pulled my ass checks open. They were hot to the touch, and the sting brought about by the pressure of my hands was almost unbearable. Then I felt the club being inserted into my cunt, and felt the sensations as he turned it a few times.

He removed my mask, and offered me the stick after licking it himself a few times. I proceeded to clean it with my tongue and shortly thereafter was release from my bonds.

After pulling on my skirt I noticed that Tee was changing all the light bulbs in the bedroom. I walked to him to see if I could help.

"Blue bulbs", he said matter-a-factly, continuing on with his work. "Your bruises are deep and probably won't appear until tomorrow."

I agreed with him, even if I kept it to myself.

"If any do show before then, the color should keep them out of sight of John."

I was astonished, so he wasn't going to ruin my position with my slave. I picked up my nightstick and began to absently play with it.

"How does it feel to get shot?" He asked turning to me.

"Something like this", I returned, bringing the billy club squarely against the back of his knees. He went down. I tossed the stick so it would do a couple of spins before hitting the ground and walked out.

He soon recovered and followed. I tried to act my best "score one for me" airs, but I wasn't sure if I was going to pay for that one or not. Tee walked right up next to me, and to my surprise kissed me!

"Still a fiesty one, aren't you?" There was a smile on his face. "It's going to be a pleasure to break you!"

We walked hand in hand to a restaurant a few blocks away.

Chapter 3

By the time we returned John and Mary were already waiting. As we walked closer Tee advised me not to let on that I had a bruised behind, no matter how painful it was, or John would catch on.

He stopped. "One more thing", he added. "If you do finally give up, and ackowledge your pain at any time during the evening, you will spend the next seven nights with me!" He smiled sardonically again. "Agreed"?

My mouth went dry. "Yes", I answered thru a parched throat.

When we entered the apartment I informed John that for tonight I was giving him to Tee. Then taking my leave, so that Tee could explain to his new slave what he expected, I went to the bathroom.

Upon returning to the bedroom I found Mary and John hard at work. Tee had had them strip and now they were putting on a little show for him. Mary was deep throating John's long hard cock with the greatest of ease. I stood transfixed by the display.

Finally, tearing myself away from the sight, I laid on the bed, content to watch what Tee had so graciously provided. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tee nod. Before I could move, all three were all over me.

I began to scream, but Tee put a stop to it before it escaped my lips. "Honestly Craddle!", He began, "One would think that you didn't want your birthday present."

Oh, so that was how he arranged this. I relaxed all my muscles and allowed each of them to take an article of clothing off me.

Tee handed Mary a leather cock ring, which soon fitted tightly around my John's probe.

Soon I began to see everything as if I were in a dream. Tee spread my legs and ordered Mary between them. Her flicking tongue and cruel little nibbles on my clit were beginning to effect my entire body. He and John I found, pulling myself from the sight and sensations Mary was providing, were attached to my tits. The sucking and the biting continuing there o helping to bring me to an even greater boil.

All too soon I heard Mary's voice, "Master she's dripping wet". It was true, I could feel it, and hardly noticed when Tee and Mary changed places.

Tee began to pump his cock into me, raising my butt off the bed with each stroke. Gently at first to get my attention he began to pinch my soar ass. Once he had gained my wide eyed gaze, he dug his fingernails into my now trobbing behind. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. He smiled.

When I was "awake" again I found that I was on my hands and knees. Mary was now underneath me, still grinding her face into my slit. I saw John, he was smiling, but Tee was nowhere to be seen. Then I felt cruel hands kneading my ass cheeks, just before his invader open my bunge hole.

The moan that came from me was so deep that I wasn't sure that I made it. Tee began to use his churn in my hole. It seemed as if I was in paradise, but what was John going to do?

I soon had my answer as Tee helped him straddle me, and I heard him give instructions on how to enter my asshole along with him. So he had seen afterall.

Tee slapped my ass so that I would attend. I felt the pressure as another agent began his entery into my hole. I could feel the pain begin deep inside me and begin to flow up my body. Just then an old voice came to my ears and provided me rescue.

"Relax, relax" came the mantra, and I followed the words until I felt Tee's stinging slap. John was in and so was Tee! I could feel them both pummeling me and grinding against each other.

I tried to stave off orgasim as long as possible, but with Mary's unrelenting mouth, it proved a useless battle. If feel my clit grow warm against her tongue, and arched my back against the pressure of the two men on my back. My ass latched tighly onto their members, and I hurdled to a place where time never matters.

"Breathe Craddle!" I heard in the distance as Tee took a mighty wack at my ass. I have this awful habit of no breathing when I come, it usually lasts for just a few seconds, this time it must have been longer.

"Breathe Craddle!" Came the direction and the pounding again, this time I took heed.

Hardly catching my breath, I told Mary to move, and collapsed on the bed.

What happened next I hardly knew. I drifted off to sleep while Tee, John and Mary went to the livingroom. They must be having some more fun, I heard the shower start, but that was all, before blackness hit.