-= This chapter dedicated in loving memory of a dear friend =- -= Taken from us, far, far, before her time. =- -= For: M =-

The next several months after our wedding were busy ones for Samantha and I. No steady work had materialized for me but I did have some income come in from creating web sites for several different clients; companies and shops in nearby towns. Samantha’s artistic talents helped me out immensely in creating the pages; her ideas and input made the sites come alive in a way I’d never been able to manage with my rather limited talent.

I also filled my free time taking a couple of courses to keep my computer skills up to date; a course on network applications and another on web page coding. Samantha took a course in computer arts, making her even more helpful with my work.

We had a quiet Christmas, just me and Sam at home, good food, sitting by the fireplace cuddling. Long lazy hours having sex in bed, sex downstairs, upstairs. Us talking afterwards about how things would be after the baby’s born. It snowed like a bastard the day before Christmas, and the next day we took a drive up north. The roads were ploughed; the fields and trees were just gorgeous, covered in clean, fluffy, white snow. We found a lovely country inn to have a delicious lunch at, then drove around the countryside and back home.

In mid January, I drove Sam into the city for her ultrasound. Sam’s belly was visibly getting bigger now, with her pregnancy four months along. Seeing our tiny child nestled snug inside her tummy brought the fact of our baby to life for us. The child’s misshapen head and tiny little hands, plainly visible up there on the screen of the machine. Its little heart beating rhythmically, pumping life throughout its tiny body. Such an awesome sight.

While standing outside the washrooms, waiting for Samantha, my former boss at the hospital buttonholed me in the hallway. After a few pleasantries, he explained that the government was cutting the purse strings and increasing funding to the hospital.

“I was against letting you go last year,” he told me. “But things were looking bleak back then. With the new funding coming in, we’re planning to upgrade some of the systems, and I was hoping you’d be available to help out. No one knows the computer system here better than you do.”

“Well thanks, Nigel,” I said. “I’ve had a lot of work since I left here, but nothing steady. I’m finishing up some projects this week, and have another I have to get done by the end of the month, but after that I could be available.”

Sam came out of the can and I introduced her to Nigel, a big scary looking black dude from Jamaica. If he came up to you in a dark alley, you’d run the other way. But once you knew him, you found he was gentle as a kitten with a heart of pure gold. I told Sam that Nigel thought that he might be able to get me my old job back.

“It will just be for six months to start,” he cautioned. “After that, we’ll have to see if the funding continues.”

“I’ll keep my schedule flexible for the next few weeks,” I said. “Give me a call if the job pans out.”

Six months would take us past the end of Sam’s pregnancy. With time off for good behaviour, I could be around to help her with the new baby.

Nigel called me a couple days later to offer me my old job back, and with a healthy pay increase as well. Our two-month-long honeymoon was abruptly ending, and it was time to face the reality of getting out of bed, going to work, and having money to pay the bills. That week, Sam and I celebrated, by planning a wild scene together.

Samantha hadn’t had a whipping since our canoe trip in the fall, the trip that had gone so well she ended up pregnant from it. She’d been dropping subtle hints over the past couple of weeks. I could tell she didn’t want to seem like she was pressuring me to do it, but it was obvious to me that she wanted me to take her in some way, like those times back in the woods that she and I had enjoyed so immensely. I’d sometimes playfully spank her bum with my hand, but we’d not really done any serious business with whips and such since then.

Sam had been quite a handful that last time, even though she’d been hanging by one foot from a tree. I’d gotten a bit carried away with the scene myself, and I’d had regrets over being so hard on her. That she’d had no regrets afterwards was beside the point; with our baby growing inside her tummy, I wasn’t about to let things get out of hand. I needed some professional advice, so in the evening I called Mike.

As I expected he would, Mike offered several suggestions on how to make the weekend special for Sam and myself. That night in bed, I talked about it with her. Samantha’s bracelets were locked together behind her back - much to my amazement, she had gotten used to sleeping like that. The two steel rings Billy had made for her were small enough around her wrists that they didn’t dig into her spine when she lay on her back. I’d locked her hands behind her for the first few nights after she had them put on, and she’d toss and turn all night until I let her go. I never really expected her to take to it, but one night she fell asleep like that.

She woke up early the next morning with her bracelets still locked together behind her back. I was wakened by her kneeling over my hips with my morning erection up inside her warm pussy, and she smiled at me, bringing her hands to her side to show me them still held together by the shiny rings of steel and the lock I’d put on them the night before. The next night, and almost every night since, Sam would want me to lock her hands behind her at night before we went to bed. Sometimes I’d hear her shifting around for a while, but she’d always manage to fall asleep like that, and usually sleep soundly for the whole night.

“Mike told me that his two girls would be pleased to help out this weekend,” I said. “How do you feel about that? Would you mind if the twins played around with you a bit? Lisa is the more submissive of the two, but Mike said she can give as well as she takes. He said Liselle is every bit as skilled with the whip as he is.”

Having someone else do the work would leave me out of it, so I wouldn’t have to worry about going too far with Sam. I could monitor the situation from the sidelines and make sure it didn’t get out of hand. From seeing the way Sam was with the twins last time when Lisa was in the cage, I thought she might be open to the idea of having one, or both of them around. Watching Mike’s two lovelies torture my sweetheart would be a treat for me too.

Sam’s head was on my shoulder, and I felt her heat up, then begin to melt. If she had any qualms about being with another woman in that way, I would never try to pressure her into it.

“I’d never ever even thought about touching another woman like that,” she quietly said. “But that night at Mike’s, with Liselle, and Lisa in the cage, it was so nasty, so awesome. Liselle was so sweet to me downstairs.”

“Yes, we heard.”

Sam pressed her face to my chest and giggled. She looked up at me.

I continued. “I’d rather have another person with us if I’m going to whip you, Sam. I don’t want anything to happen to you, and there’s the baby to think about, too. The girls know better than I do what it feels like for you, and I gather they know better than me how to use a whip.”

Sam was rubbing her leg on me and she was fidgeting with her hands, pulling against the lock holding her bracelets together and making the steel tinkle. She seemed to be warming to the idea of having Mike’s twins come over to play with us.

I had Samantha lay on her back, and I sat up, then I moved around until I was on my knees before her. I raised her legs up and I inched closer to her, spreading my knees on either side of her hips. Sam stretched her hands down under her bum to touch my stiffened cock, guiding it towards her with her finger tips. I moved a bit closer, then took hold of myself to slide the tip through her warm and inviting slit. Parting her labia rings, I slipped inside her.

Sam lifted her ass to bring her arms together in the small of her back. She settled down on them, her position making the bulge of her tummy even more pronounced. I stroked her legs and thighs, around her ankles, and massaged her soft little feet while my cock twitched and grew even larger inside her tight pussy.

I brought my hands down to caress her sides and her tummy. Sam had been complaining of late that her breasts were getting sore, so I very gently stroked the two stiff buds of her nipples with my fingertips. Her muscles inside her pussy stroked me. When she began to buck her hips up to me, I knew she was ready, and I began a slow, teasing stroking of her vagina with my rock hard cock.

I picked up the pace and it wasn’t too long before Samantha threw her hips up to meet me, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, and her face contorted as her orgasm took hold. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to draw us closer together, and I leaned over her a little to increase the pressure against her. Her cum shifted into a higher gear and she began to writhe and moan loudly, twisting herself against me, grinding her clit against me. I held on and let her ride it out, then I relaxed my grip on her legs and began to pump harder into her.

I pounded right through Sam’s next orgasm, feeling her body get all tense and her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. I had to slow my strokes a bit until she was done, then I banged her hard and fast as I felt my own cum begin to boil deep within me. Sam was screaming now, but not from any pain. She gave voice to her wanton lust as the first jet of my sperm blasted loose, deep within her.

Samantha’s foot was before my face and I gently nipped the tough skin of the arch with my teeth. Another shot of cum poured into her as I fought to keep my breathing even. Again and again I felt my balls contract as my cum shot up into the sweet creature beneath me. My head started to spin and I toppled over sideways onto the bed, taking Sam along with me, us still joined together with my cock spasming inside her velvety smooth pussy.

I rolled right over onto my back, pulling Samantha over too, and she stretched out her legs and settled on top with my cock still twitching inside of her. We blew our hot breaths into each other’s faces. I got my hand up to brush her hair off her face, then I locked lips with her in a long, sloppy kiss.

Sam was desperate to use the toilet, so I took the lock off her bracelets to let her go. She must have finished up quickly, because I was still awake when she returned. She handed me her lock, then turned around and put her hands behind her. I slipped the lock through her two bracelets and clicked it closed. Sam snuggled in my armpit with her back towards me, her hands gently stroking my thigh as my hand caressed the bulge of her belly. We both drifted off to sleep.

Samantha was sobbing softly when I woke the next morning, her tear streaked face pressed against my shoulder. I brushed her hair off her face with my fingers and held her close to try to comfort her. Of all the symptoms of pregnancy, her sometimes violent mood swings were the most distressing to me. The throwing up I could handle, aches and pains could be soothed with gentle rubbing, but her demeanour would sometimes shift from happy to downright mean in a blink of an eye. I stroked her head and down her arms to her bracelets, still locked together behind her back. It was a while before she calmed down enough to tell me what was wrong.

“I had a dream,” she said, “I was a fish swimming in the ocean. Suddenly a bigger fish was chasing me and I had to swim fast to escape from him. But then I swam right into a big net and I was caught up in it. The net wrapped tightly around me and I was being hauled up towards a boat on the surface. I pulled and struggled but the net just kept getting tighter all around me. That’s when I woke up.”

Sam’s belly was pressed against mine and I felt something slither between us. We both looked down, expecting to see something there. I brought my hand down to touch her.

“Did you feel that?” I asked her.

The baby moved again against my hand, something slimy shifting around inside of Samantha.

“There it is again,” she said. Sam looked up at me. “I really have to go pee.”

I slid the key into her lock and took it off her bracelets. I helped to steady her as she sat up and then she stood and went off to the bathroom. I was up and had the coffee on by the time she joined me in the kitchen. Coffee for me, tea for Sam, since lately she couldn’t even stand the smell of coffee anymore. Sam sat down and I gave her a glass of juice, her vitamin pill, a cup of tea, bowing and scraping as I placed the items before her.

“Your juice, Madam. Your tea, Madam.”

That routine always made her smile. While I made us some pancakes, we discussed the plan for the weekend.

We’d picked up a few books from the library, the “So You’re Going to have a Baby” kind of books. The third trimester, four to six months, was referred to as the “quiet time.” The little bundle of cells that would become our child had established itself safely inside the uterus at this point, had settled in, and was doing well. Sam’s nausea had passed, to be replaced by other aches and pains as her body adjusted to its new status. However, the baby at this stage was becoming a life form now, and better able to cope with external stresses that may invade the sanctity of its snug abode. Stress that might be caused from, say, mom being tied to the rack and flogged without mercy?

“The main reason I’d like Mike’s girls over,” I stated, “is so I can keep my wits about me and make sure you’re O.K. Any sign of distress from you, and one of us will see it and slow things down. If you really get into trouble, I want to end it right then; I could never have anything happen to you or our child.”

Samantha blew up. “You just want to get an eyeful of the two pretty twins!” she said, then began sobbing loudly.

I stood at the stove for a moment, watching the pancakes bubble. I shifted the pan to a cold element, a little loudly. Sam actually cringed when I walked towards her. I knelt beside her chair.

“Sam, that’s not fair,” I softly said. “You know you’re all the woman I’ll ever want. Sure, I’d enjoy watching a scene with three pretty girls going at it; what man with a heartbeat wouldn’t. Nothing’s going to go on between Mike’s girls and me; I’d just rather have someone else around when we do this, that’s all. Just to make certain nothing goes wrong.”

“What about if Mike comes over to help instead,” she snarled.

I stood up and moved back to the stove. “Mike told me he’s busy with a client this weekend. We can wait till next week and see if he’s free.”

Sam was quiet until I had the breakfast on the table and I sat down. She looked at me with those big sheepish pale blue eyes of hers, and I saw that her mood had swung back to that of Sam the sweet subbie girl.

“I’m sorry, Jim,” she said. “I don’t know what comes over me sometimes. I know you love me and only want what’s best for the baby and me. And I would like to have Lisa and Liselle with us this weekend.”

“It’s all right, Samantha. You’re pregnant and your hormones are all out of whack. I don’t blame you for getting upset at times.”

Sam flashed me a smile and everything was O.K.

“But I am going to have to punish you for speaking to me in an unbecoming manner,” I stated.

This was Friday and I’d start work at the hospital on Monday. Our last three days together, since I expected my new job would eat up a lot of my time. At least for the next few months, until things settled down. After breakfast was over, I had Samantha wash the dishes, and I ordered her to strip and meet me in the basement.

The rec room downstairs is a nice big area with a washroom off to one side. A strong steel pole in the centre of the room holds up the house. Normally one would build the room to conceal such a post, or at least arrange the furniture around it in some way. The post was central to the room the way I’d done it, a somewhat unusual focal point for the chairs and couches in the area. A rather ugly thing to be looking at, unless of course, a pretty and naked girl was tied to it.

Last week I’d picked up thirty feet of chain, not really heavy chain, but strong enough. I attached one end around the centre pole with a lock. When Samantha came down, I attached the other end of the chain around her right ankle with another lock. The keys were up in our bedroom. I had her walk to the bathroom to make sure the chain was long enough for her to reach. It was. Then I left her down there to go and call Mike.

Mike was keyed up, I could tell. “I had a long talk,” he said, “with your buddy Billy in Oklahoma. He’s all set to do two collars for the girls.”

“Great,” I said. “I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of seeing the twins.”

“What I had in mind, he seemed a bit reluctant to do, until I told him money was no object. He’s got a friend who’ll do the gold inlay for him.”

“Gold?”

“You’ll see,” Mike told me. “How’s Samantha?”

“She’s downstairs, but she’s kinda tied up at the moment. Can the girls join us tomorrow night?”

“The twins are eager to come over to play. I’ve got the gig out of town this weekend, so they’ll just be stuck here alone anyway.”

“I’ll swing by after dinner Saturday to pick them up. O.K.?”

“Super! Catch you later.”

“Bye Mike. And thanks.”

I went downstairs to give Sam the news. She was sitting on the couch, fiddling with the chain locked around her ankle, and she looked up at me. I told her the twins would be over tomorrow evening to play.

“How long am I going to be chained up here?” Sam asked.

“Until I let you go, I guess. I’ve got some work to do upstairs, so relax, watch some T.V. I’ll bring lunch down later.”

I left my pretty wife chained to a pole in the basement, and went to finish the website I’d been working on. I only had to run through the files one more time, and I found a couple things that needed fixing, then I sent them out and made us lunch. I heated up a can of soup, made a few sandwiches, got a lock from the bedroom, then carried it all downstairs on a tray.

Samantha was curled up on the sofa watching a talk show. She’d found an old blanket to cover herself with, and she was holding a small pillow in her arms, cradling it like a little girl would hold a favourite stuffed toy. The chain led from her ankle, across the couch and along the floor to the end, locked to the steel pole. She looked so sweet.

I set the tray down on the heavy coffee table in front of the couch. I picked up Sam’s lock, had her put her hands behind her, then I locked her two bracelets together. It took quite a while to finish our lunch with me having to spoon feed Sam her soup and hold her sandwich for her, but we managed. She went to the toilet and I washed her face for her, then we just cuddled on the couch for a while.

“Master?”

“Yes, Sam?”

“How long am I going to be chained up to this pole?”

“For two nights, tonight and tomorrow, after we beat you. If you’re good, I’ll let you sleep in my bed Sunday night.”

So sweet. Samantha snuggled closer to me. I held her. We spent a very relaxing afternoon together in the basement rec room, watching daytime T.V., holding each other close, touching each other. Me, anyway. Sam’s hands remained locked behind her. I clicked around the channels, finally settling on some travel show while Samantha dozed off. Her hair felt so soft beneath my hand as I tenderly stroked her belly.

Sam began to twitch, then she kicked out her foot, making the chain rattle. She woke with a jerk and a shout, making me jump too.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She looked around, seeing only familiar surroundings. “I had such a weird dream,” she said. "I was stuck in a cage like Mike has, only smaller and I was all squashed up inside. The room was filled with water, but I could breath through a tube in my mouth. Somebody opened the drain and all the water ran out. Then there I was, dripping wet, waiting for someone to let me out. I spit out the air tube and I waited.

“Suddenly the water came back and filled the room up. I couldn’t reach the air tube and I couldn’t get it in my mouth again. I pulled and struggled, but I couldn’t get my arm around to reach the tube that bubbled inches away from my face. And that’s when I woke up.”

Junior had woken up too and I felt him stretch, imagined him yawning, looking around. Weird dreams, another side effect of pregnancy. Sam had been having her share of them lately, often with her stuck or trapped in some perilous way. I held her near me, whispered soothing sounds into her ear. Baby had nodded off again and I softly stroked Sam’s little bump of her tummy.

We had pizza and cans of Coke for supper, and I moved Sam’s lock so her hands were locked together in front of her to let her eat. We watched a movie on T.V. called The Man in The Attic. An eighteen-year-old boy falls in love with a middle aged, married woman who keeps him as a lover in the attic of her home. Her older husband never suspects a thing for fourteen years, until one day they have a fight and the lover comes down, there’s a confrontation, and the old man gets shot.

The woman was the dominant, and the lover cooked and cleaned for the couple, the husband thinking it was his wife doing all the cooking. In one scene, the woman tells the young man, “If you don’t like it, get out!” He stomps down the attic stairs, but at the bottom pauses, then meekly climbs back up to kiss mistress’s bare feet. In the end, the police catch on, but the statute of limitations on the murder had run out and the two got off scott free.

“If I wasn’t chained up in the basement, I could cook your meals,” Sam said after the movie was over.

“Would you rather be chained to the refrigerator?”

“No, silly. You don’t have to chain me at all. I’m not going to run away.”

“But I like having you chained up,” I said. “Besides, you’re being punished for being mouthy to me this morning.”

I left Sam chained in the basement when I went up to bed. We hadn’t slept apart one night since she’d moved in with me a month before we married, and I couldn’t get to sleep with her not being in bed beside me. Finally, I went downstairs to cuddle beside her on the couch. She wasn’t sleeping either, and we both tossed and turned for some time.

“I can’t sleep,” Sam said. “Could you lock my hands behind me, master?”

I had taken the lock off her bracelets before I’d left her, and locked it to her ankle chain.

“No, Sam. Punishment.”

I was on my back; she was laying on top of me on the narrow couch.

“Let’s go upstairs to the bed,” she suggested. “You can lock the chain to the bed frame.”

“You have to stay here,” I said. “Punishment.”

“But you’re not sleeping either. Why are you sharing my punishment?”

I had to think about that for a while. Why indeed? Why does Sam want me to inflict pain upon her, why does she want me to whip her? I wanted her to be chained to the post in the basement for the whole weekend. Why? Why are people like Samantha and I, and so many others it seemed, driven to do the things we do, totally illogical things, that give us such intense pleasure.

Such intense pleasure. It is what we crave, what drives us, the thrill of it, doing something so bizarre, so nasty almost. We had taken big chances on that last canoe trip. Chaining Sam up and dragging her off into the wilderness with no hope of escaping the chains that bound her, a million things could have gone terribly wrong. But didn’t. The whole episode, nearly two solid weeks, had gone so well. Such an intensely pleasurable time for the both of us.

I was feeling it now, Sam was too. She was squirming on me, her other foot moving around, feeling the chain locked around her ankle. Running the links between her toes. She knew she’d remain chained to the pole in the basement for the weekend, and tomorrow night I’d go pick up the twins, bring them back, and Sam would receive a whipping from one, or both of them. The idea was turning her on, and me as well. It didn’t have to make sense, but it was what we would do, and it was certain to be intensely pleasurable for all concerned.

I brought my hands up to brush the hair off her face, letting the silky strands slide through my fingers as I ran my hands down her back to her bum. My hands, on those two fleshy globes of her lovely ass. I pressed her to me. Sam kissed me softly on the lips, feather soft. Then again, a little longer, a little more forcefully. Her hands held my head, I brought my hands up to hold her head, and our lips locked together in a deeply passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together inside Samantha’s sweet mouth.

We exchanged places, her on her back on the sofa, me on top. I was mindful not to crush her tummy as I slipped my stiffened cock into her. My heartbeat pounded in my chest, making my cock pulse, enveloped in her slippery smooth vagina. I pulled out all the way to rub the head over her clitty a few times, then plunged it back into the depths of my beautiful wife.

Sam brought her feet up around my waist dragging her chain across my back. I pulled up some of its length, then wound the chain around her wrists a few times. I held the chain closed with one hand, trapping her hands together between us. The chain links and her bracelets tinkled together, and that delightful sound drove me onwards.

My knees having sunk down between the cushions of the couch made my angle of entry nearly optimum, and so I pumped hard into Samantha. I was holding her tightly with the chain around her wrists and my other arm alongside her waist. I wasn’t pressing down on her, so she wasn’t getting squished, and it was comfortable for me as well. The lock and chain on her ankle was digging into my back, creating enough of a distraction that it enabled me to last quite a long time.

Sam had three quick orgasms, one after another, as I slowed my strokes and watched her face contort, felt her body undulate beneath me. I paused, bent low, and kissed her. Letting my cock slip out I guided it to her, stroking her clit with the tip, a finger touching her rings.

“I love you, Sam,” I whispered to her, “more than anything. You’re mine Samantha, mine for all time.”

“You are my Master,” she answered, “my all. I am yours, forever.”

I guided myself to her centre, pushed inside once more. Samantha raised her hips up to me and I began to give it to her, fast and hard, banging myself against her, heedless of anything except for myself, and the sweet, chained creature beneath me. Sam came again, a forceful cum that gripped her tightly, held her in its power for long moments. Her voice low and throaty, crying out in the night in the quiet stillness of the basement room.

A little fire burning at my centre suddenly flared to brightness, blinding me. The muscles of my arms and thighs, the burn from my exertions, forgotten. The power built to an incredible level, and held for several moments. My frenzied motions slowed as I rode the crest for a time, just me and Samantha, out there, somewhere.

The field began to collapse drawing me up tightly. Then my yell deafened us both, as my very being was turned inside out, flooding into my lovely Samantha in a great, gushing torrent.

Later. I could feel the fishy creature swimming around, nosing the sides of his tank, or her tank. Sam’s last ultrasound was early on and the sex of our child was indeterminate. I could imagine him staring at me through the glass of the tank, through the skin of Sam’s belly. “What a rush, daddy, can we go on the ride again?”

“Soon, little one, soon. Daddy’s all tired out right now. Mommy too.”

I pried myself off Sam and she toddled off to the can. The blanket under us was soaked, but I found us another. I spread all the cushions from sofas and chairs on the floor, made us a bed. Sam came back, dragging her chain, and lay herself close beside me. We slept away most of Saturday morning.

I discovered the flaw in my plans; there was no shower in the bathroom in the basement, just a sink and toilet. Sam looked bedraggled and she smelled like sex. I wanted her fresh and clean for the evening, so I had to unlock her chain from the pole to let her go upstairs and take a bath. Sam gathered up the length of chain that I’d left locked around her ankle and went upstairs. I made us something to eat.

I let Samantha take a nice long soak in the tub, and had her wash and condition her hair. After she’d finished in the bath, I had her return to the basement where I re-attached her chain to the steel post in the centre of the room. The basement was a little chilly, and I started the wood stove in the corner to warm things up and drive off the dampness. Sam spent a long time running her hairbrush through her hair until it shimmered and moved fetchingly around her body when she walked. She smiled a radiant smile at me.

I went out to pick up a few groceries and stuff while Sam had a nap. Outside was cold and blowing snow, so I hurried through my errands to get back to the warmth of my sweet Samantha. I returned to the house and fixed her some tea with a plate of biscuits, carried them down to her, and sat with her for a while. I added a log to the wood stove.

“Are you going to tie me to the coffee table for my whipping?” Sam asked.

“The baby will get squashed if you’re laying on your tummy,” I told her. “Maybe the girls will have a better idea.”

“What are they going to hit me with? A whip?”

“I don’t know. We’ll see.”

“Who’s going to do it, Lisa or Liselle?”

“Shhh,” I softly cooed. “No more questions, little one, we’ll see what happens. I’m going to make some dinner for us, then I’ll go and pick up the twins. O.K.?”

Sam looked downward. “Yes, master,” she said.

I made us a light dinner of salad and a vegetable stir-fry with some bits of chicken cooked in it, and fresh bread to go along with it. I dutifully carried her highness’ dinner down to her. Why was I doing all the work while my slave lounges in her chamber? Why? Because she’s chained to a pole. Doesn’t make sense, does it? Later on, she’ll get to cum a dozen times while I, I’ll get to sit and watch…Whoopee.

After we’d eaten I brought up the dishes and cleaned up, then I went back down to Samantha with a glass of juice.

“I’m going to pick up Lisa and Liselle now,” I said. “Do you need anything before I go?”

“No, I’m O.K. Hurry back?”

“I will.”

I bent to kiss her softly on her forehead, and I stroked her head. I made sure the fire was O.K. and added some wood. Then I went upstairs, threw on a coat, went outside to get in the Jeep, and drove off into the snow storm leaving Samantha chained to a pole in the basement.

It’s a good forty-five minutes from my place to Mike’s. I rang the bell, and was greeted by the two lovely twins wearing scanty leather harness outfits. Thin black straps encircled their breasts with a wide belt around their middles and another leather belt going down, between their legs, then up the back to join with the waist belt. Shiny silver buckles adorned the outfits in the usual places.

I was beginning to be able to spot the subtle differences between the two. Apart from their voices, in which Liselle’s was just a slightly lower pitch, Liselle was built a tiny bit more solidly than her sister was. Lisa’s dark leather collar had her name engraved on a silver plate on her left side; Liselle’s was on the right. Lisa wore two wide leather cuffs around her wrists. The girls pulled snow boots over their bare feet and they put on long, black fur coats over their outfits, then Liselle picked up a gym bag beside the door.

“Have you girls eaten?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” answered Liselle. “We’re ready to go.”

“Good.”

On the drive home, I asked Liselle if they had anything in mind for Samantha. She grinned and opened the bag at her feet to show me a matching set of cuffs to those that Lisa wore, some ropes, bits of chain with a few loose locks and snap ring fasteners, a nasty looking flogger, and a wicked looking whip. Also, a bottle of fine white wine, for later.

“Lisa hasn’t had a whipping for some time now,” Liselle said to me, “Master suggested I do her and Miss Samantha at the same time.”

I began to smile, for the first time since morning. I’d been having some serious doubts about this whole thing with Samantha and the twins, the whole whipping idea, in fact. The image began to form in my mind. I glanced in the mirror and saw Lisa’s wide, expectant eyes staring back at me. The lovely Lisa, and my beautiful Samantha. Hanging together from the ceiling, and Liselle standing over them with her whip.

“There’s a couple strong hooks in the ceiling downstairs,” I said, “about two feet apart. Is that what you had in mind?”

“Yes, Sir,” Liselle said. “That should do just fine.”

I asked to see the flogger that Liselle had brought. Eight strips of the finest calfskin leather, butter soft and very supple. I switched on the interior lights to look the thing over as I drove. The flogger had obvious signs of being rather old and well used.

“It’s a very nice piece, Sir,” Liselle offered. “It doesn’t leave really bad markings and the feeling is…”

“Exquisite…” a dreamy voice from the back seat. “Sir.”

“Excellent.” My grin spread wider.

We arrived at the house and went inside. The girls took off their coats and I hung them in the closet as they sat on the bench in the hall to remove their boots. I told them both to go downstairs while I went to change. In the bedroom, I stripped off, then I put on a pair of black cotton shorts and a little black leather vest. I picked up the keys to Sam’s locks, slipped them in a pocket, then went down to see the girls.

The three beauties were cuddled in a ball on the couch, touching each other, the twins fawning over Samantha’s little bulge of her tummy. Sam looked up as I entered, her smile quickly replaced by an almost guilty look. I went to the wood stove and tossed a log in. Liselle retrieved the wine from her bag to hand it to me, and I put it into the fridge in the bar to keep it chilled. I turned on some of the track lights, then crossed to stand near the centre of the room by the pole. I looked upwards.

A rather ugly wagon wheel light fixture hung over my head, hooked to an ordinary looking steel ring in the ceiling. The wire and a chain draped across to another ring, then the wire continued over to a plug set into the ceiling near the centre pole. I reached up and yanked the cord to unplug it. Stretching my arm up, I unhooked the chain from one ring, then holding the light fixture, I unhooked it from the other ring. I carried it to the side of the room and set it on the floor. Sam looked at me, then at the two rings sticking out from the ceiling.

I went to a big easy chair with a good view and sat down.

“Sam,” I said, “if you need to use the washroom, you’d best go now.”

Samantha left the twins to walk to the washroom, the long chain locked around her ankle dragging behind her. Liselle moved closer to her sister, took her hands in hers, and looked deep into Lisa’s eyes. No words were exchanged between the two girls; none were necessary.

In a few moments, Samantha returned to stand before the twins. Liselle got the other set of cuffs and handed them to Lisa, who began to put them on Samantha’s wrists. She pushed Sam’s bracelets up her arms a little, then buckled the cuffs on her. Liselle handed Lisa two short chains and two locks. The cuffs were locked on with the pieces of chain dangling. Then Liselle stood up with a snap ring in her hand, the good kind used by mountain climbers, and she moved Samantha under one ring. Using a wooden chair to stand on, she attached the two chains to one of the rings in the ceiling with the snap fastener.

The chains were long enough so Samantha wasn’t stretched out. Her arms were bent a bit with her elbows just above her ears. Liselle turned to Lisa who was unbuckling the buckles on her outfit. Liselle helped remove her sister’s garment, placing it on the coffee table near the couch. She locked two chains to Lisa’s two cuffs, then Lisa took her place beside Samantha under the other ring in the ceiling. Liselle moved the chair over to raise Lisa’s arms and attach her the same way as Samantha to the ring in the ceiling.

Liselle picked up the chair and set it back by the bar, then came to my side to stand beside my chair.

“Do you wish the captives to be gagged, Sir?” she asked me.

I’d gotten so tensed up watching her, I almost burst out laughing. That would not have been a good thing for me to have done.

“No,” I said. “Perhaps later on, if they get too loud.”

“Very good, Sir.”

Liselle went to her bag and found a few hair clips, then moved to the girls to pin up their hair into buns on top of their heads so it wouldn’t get in the way later on. Lisa and Samantha were close enough that they bumped into each other, more often than I thought they really needed to. Lisa would inch over a bit so her thighs would touch Samantha’s, and they’d press their tummies together and look into each other’s eyes. They had to stretch a bit to rub nipples together, and they did that a few times too, as Liselle worked on pinning their hair up. Samantha wasn’t being too shy about being so close to another naked girl. Anyway, they’d soon be sharing more than just personal space.

Liselle finished up with the girls’ hair and returned to stand beside my chair. My eyes were glued to the two lovelies hanging by their wrists in the centre of the room. Samantha’s eyes were closed and Lisa was straining to kiss her. Their legs were intertwined, with Sam’s knee up between Lisa’s thighs, her pushing against it. My hand strayed up Liselle’s leg. I felt her silky soft upper thigh, the ridge of muscle on the inside. I felt it quiver slightly under my touch. My focus shifted from the two beauties before me to the one standing at my side, waiting for the order to begin, I finally realised.

“We’d best begin,” I said, withdrawing my hand. I fished the key from my pocket to give to Liselle. “Please remove Samantha’s ankle chain.”

“Sir,” said Liselle.

Liselle went to the girls and bent down. Sam jumped at the unexpected touch as Liselle unlocked the chain from her ankle, then she gathered it up out of the way in a pile beside the pole. The two pretty captives’ eyes followed Liselle as she moved to the gym bag to withdraw the flogger. She shook it out a few times, then began to slash the air, getting a feel for the swing of the tool inside my basement room.

She tried a few overhand strokes, to find that the room had a serious height restriction. Liselle adjusted her stroke to compensate for it. She moved closer to the girls, then looked towards me. I gave a tiny nod, an almost imperceptible smile. Liselle readied herself.

Lisa stood with her eyes closed, waiting. Samantha was more agitated, her eyes fixed on Liselle and that whip in her hand. Liselle raised the flogger up to let the soft strands of leather dangle close to Sam’s wide eyes, then feather light, she let them touch first Sam, then Lisa on the shoulders. Liselle softly drew the leather over the two girls’ bodies, over their shoulders and around their necks, down their fronts between them and down their backs, their bums, their legs, to their feet. Then back up again. She gave them gentle flicks of the strands, the tips barely grazing the girl’s skin, then she continued gently stroking them with the soft leather. This went on for close to half an hour and by that time both Sam and Lisa were sagging in their bonds, completely at peace with the world.

Liselle brought the flogger back, then down smartly across Samantha’s upper back. Sam’s mouth opened in a silent scream as the pain flared brightly in her brain. The wood in the wood stove popped loudly; a log shifted, making the flames behind the glass in the door dance wildly. Liselle brought the whip around to drill Sam’s ass in a wide swath of stinging fire.

Sam danced while Lisa stood motionless. Liselle took a step to her left and slashed the flogger across her sister’s ass. Lisa let out a shriek, met immediately with another two quick blows across her back. Samantha next, blows placed perfectly on both thighs and then a firm uppercut between them, from the back, the ends of the strands harshly kissing the lower part of Sam’s belly.

No parts of the two girls were spared the wrath of Liselle’s flogger, save for Samantha’s delicate belly and her already tender breasts, which even so received a few markings. Liselle calmly walked the circle around the two, slashing out, back and forth, wherever a juicy target appeared, of which, there was no shortage. She’d pause for long minutes as the girls twisted and writhed, moving apart or colliding and huddling close, rubbing themselves against each other.

The first few orgasms were separate ones. Lisa, or Samantha would stand stiffly, trembling slightly as the cum would take them, blast through them. I was astounded to see how seemingly easily Liselle found the combination to get the two to orgasm together at the same instant. She’d work them up, gauging their progress, then step back as the two came in a great rush, the force released by one feeding the other, driving each other’s cum ever higher. Two lovelies shaking and writhing together in the throws of unbridled passion.

Samantha’s legs glistened with her juices, of which there was a copious puddle on the floor beneath her. Lisa was damp there too, but less so than Samantha. Some women squirt cum; others, not so much. Liselle started in on them again, slashing out at the two writhing beauties. Lisa and Samantha, twisting and shaking with their arms up high, their wrists fixed to the rings in the ceiling. I sat spellbound as Liselle brought them to a peak once more. The pair were back to back, and she drove the whip viciously down between them, wrapping both their asses in a sheet of delicious fiery pain. The shrieks and loud sobbing moans echoed around the room as Liselle stepped aside to casually lean against the pole, her arms crossed in front of her, the strands of the flogger hanging down at her side.

Samantha and Lisa hung motionless except for when small tremors would rack their sore, striped bodies. I looked towards Liselle, who was calmly leaning against the room’s central post, watching her two victims come down from that last incredible rush. She gave me a glance, I nodded to her, and with a slight motion of my hand, she straightened to move towards where I sat, tossing her flogger over towards the gym bag as she passed the coffee table. The flogger landed on top of the bag, neatly folded.

I stood when Liselle approached to take her hands in mine. We came close and I gave her gentle kisses on her cheeks, right, left, and right. The European way.

“Bravo, my dear Liselle,” I said. “That was simply beautiful.”

Liselle looked down, a bit embarrassed by my praise. “Thank you, Sir.”

I went to Samantha first, seeing her with her eyes shut tight against the pain she was feeling. There was a wide grin on her lips and a satisfied glow about her. I placed my hand gently on Sam’s belly and she twitched, then opened her eyes. Sam’s eyes had a far away, glazed look to them, but suddenly her pupils snapped into focus and she saw me standing near her. Her grin spread wider as she let out a breath in a contented, soft, shuddering moan.

Beneath my hand I felt it; our child. The little fishy frolicking inside the safe warmth of its tank. A gentle thump against the side, and then again. A slippery rolling movement as the infant shifted around, exploring the confines of its current home. Perhaps I was believing what I wanted to believe, but I truly sensed the child’s mind touch me in some way. It came as an expression of eagerness to learn about the wondrous feelings mom was having.

“Liselle, please bring…”

Liselle was already standing beside me with the wooden chair. I gently supported Sam while Liselle stood on the chair to undo the snap ring. Samantha melted into my arms when her hands came down, and I held her as she gingerly made her way over to the couch. Sam carefully sat down, and I went to help with Lisa.

Lisa was alert and seemed more concerned with Samantha’s well being than her own. Her sister unhooked her from the ring, and she put her arm around me as I helped her to the couch. Liselle fetched a dampened towel from the bathroom to gently blot the sweat and cum from the girls, then she wiped up the puddle on the floor while I opened and poured the wine.

We all sipped the delicious wine, which had a hint of sweetness with an underlying tang that quickly perked us all up. I made a toast to Liselle’s skills, and to the three lovely ladies in my company; good friends, good times. Liselle offered a toast to my lovely Samantha, and to the little one who’d enter the world in a few months.

The twins took turns feeling Samantha’s tummy and the creature stirring inside. I placed my hand on her again and felt him, so full of life now, happy and well, like his mom. I was sure Sam or I would be able to tell if the child was in any distress over what his mom had just been put through, but I felt only good feelings of well being within the four of us, make that the five of us in the room.

Sam had a small glass of the wine, then asked if I’d make her tea. Lisa was hesitant to ask, but I gathered she also wished tea, so upstairs in the kitchen I made a pot. Some cheese and crackers, some fruit and some biscuits, the tea and cups, I took it all on a tray back downstairs.

The three girls were all naked now, with Liselle doffing her nice looking, but probably uncomfortable as hell, leather harness. They were all cuddled together on the couch, touching and stroking each other. Sam was in the middle, getting her tummy rubbed by Lisa, her back rubbed by Liselle, and she looked like she was in Heaven. I set the tray down, topped up my wine glass, and poured some for Liselle. I pulled the wooden chair up to the table and sat across from the ladies.

Liselle picked up her glass and moved across to her sister. She knelt beside Lisa’s legs to reach for the teapot, and she poured a cup for Samantha and one for Lisa. She handed Lisa hers, then she remained kneeling on the floor beside Lisa while she sipped her wine. Liselle’s eyes were on her sister.

I moved around to sit beside my wife. Sam winced a bit when I touched her, the markings from the flogger a bright red all over her. I asked her how she was.

“I feel wonderful master, thank you for allowing this to happen.”

Lisa, as equally striped as Sam was, smiled. She reached into the gym bag and found a ring of keys, then took Sam’s hands to unlock the cuffs. She removed the locks and chains from her own cuffs, leaving the black leather bands buckled around her wrists, then she looked at me.

“Sir,” she asked, “May my sister and I stay here for a while longer?”

“Of course, stay the night if you wish. Mike said he won’t be back till late tomorrow. Sam and I would enjoy your company.”

Liselle was still kneeling at her sister’s side. She placed her hand on Lisa’s thigh. Lisa turned to her with the leather cuffs in her hand. I saw Liselle’s eyes lower towards the floor. I felt it, and so did Samantha. A sudden shift in the room. A sudden shift in power.

Liselle took a nervous sip of her wine, then set the glass down. Now, no longer Liselle, master of the whip, Liselle the submissive raised her hands to her sister and allowed Lisa to buckle and lock the leather cuffs on her.

Lisa stood and picked up the two snap rings from the coffee table. She walked around it to take the chair and place it under the two steel rings sticking out of the ceiling. Liselle, still kneeling, crawled over to where Lisa was standing. Liselle stood up, Lisa got on the chair, and Liselle raised one hand up to the ring in the ceiling.

Lisa took the chain that dangled from the cuff and lifted it up to the ring. She paused a moment, waiting. She gave the chain a little jerk upwards. Liselle rose up on her toes. Lisa clipped the chain to the ring with the snap hook, then reached for the other chain. Liselle raised her other arm up high, and Lisa fastened the chain to the other ring in the ceiling.

Liselle settled into the cuffs. Her heels were about an inch off the floor with her arms stretched straight up over her head. Lisa ran her hands lightly over the girl’s body as Liselle stood there hanging from the cuffs, trembling slightly with anticipation. Finally, Lisa, the soft spoken, submissive Lisa, crossed over to the gym bag to withdraw the long, black leather, braided whip.

This was my house, and I had the dubious honour of being the master here. Lisa gave recognition of that fact by standing before me as she shook out the wicked looking whip. I felt Samantha shudder beside me upon seeing the length of thick, tightly woven leather uncoil before her eyes. I had to make sure this didn’t get out of hand. Three words.

“No blood, Lisa.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, with a hint of a frown on her pretty face.

I saw Liselle look up when I spoke, but I wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad over my imposing a restriction on the scene. However, I wasn’t about to be explaining things to Mike as to how his girl got all slashed up in my basement this night.

There was no gentle build-up, no softly stroking preamble; Lisa just started flicking the tip of that nasty whip over her sister’s lovely helpless body. She wasn’t putting much effort into the strokes, didn’t need to. The whip snaked towards a spot on Liselle, the tip’s speed ever increasing, until it made contact with her skin. Then it fell away to reveal a bright red welt. Liselle grunted in pain or screamed out, it made no difference. Lisa just kept up an easy rhythm, slashing the whip on Liselle wherever her fancy let it go.

Liselle’s breasts, and between the girl’s legs were tempting targets that Lisa let the whip visit time and time again, checking the swing only slightly to not cause any undue damage. Down her legs, up her bum and her back, red marks of stinging pain appearing on her everywhere. Liselle would cum, a great howling cum that would, I thought, pull the ceiling down upon us. Yet Lisa wouldn’t pause, or even slow down. She’d whip her sister’s hanging body through each of her orgasms, driving the force of her cum higher until she dropped, to hang limply for a moment. The next couple of blows wouldn’t seem to register until Liselle would suddenly snap to, and the cycle began to repeat.

“Master,” I heard, after Liselle’s sixth or seventh orgasm.

I turned towards Samantha, seated beside me on the sofa. She’d wince slightly at each crack of Lisa’s whip.

“Master, please? Liselle’s had enough.”

I turned back to the scene before me. Lisa wasn’t in a trance or anything, she was alert, wide eyed, and in control. She was placing each blow carefully; surely mindful of the physical as well as the mental effects her whip was having upon her sister. Liselle was fast approaching another orgasm, building herself up for a mind blower. I was able to catch Lisa’s eye and I put up one finger, mouthing the words “One more.” Lisa smiled a wide smile.

I held Samantha tighter to me as Lisa picked up her pace an almost imperceptible amount. She concentrated the strokes on Liselle’s bum, putting slightly more snap into each one. Liselle was panting great big breaths, and she started to cum. Lisa brought the whip around in a wide arc, let its length coil around her sister’s waist, then drew it tightly around her and tucked the handle under the coils. Liselle shook and twisted, her cum blasting through her, as the handle of the whip bumped against her pussy. Lisa stood meekly to the side, like a shy little girl, watching.

I stood up, mentally shaking my head. I will never understand what drives someone to seek such intense pain. Three girls with me in the basement, one of which, my lovely wife Samantha. All bearing the markings of an intense beating. “It wasn’t me, your Honour! I never did anything. It was they. They did it to themselves.” Ya, right.

I went to Liselle to walk around the girl. In a few places, the whip had bitten slightly into the girl’s skin, and tiny droplets of blood had formed in the wounds. I gave Lisa a glance, and she looked towards the floor, a guilty grin playing at the corners of her mouth. The heat radiating off Liselle’s body was like standing next to a furnace.

“Lisa, do you have something to rub on Liselle, some skin lotion or something like that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered. “Master uses a herbal cream that’s quite soothing. We have some in the bag.”

“Take care of Liselle. Sam, could I see you for a moment.”

Samantha stood up while Lisa went to her sister to begin taking her down. Liselle was barely conscious, but I took Sam’s arm and led her aside.

I’d like to understand, someday, I was really trying to. But that last scene made it somewhat difficult. Liselle would wear those painful markings for quite some time. I watched from the other side of the room as her sister struggled to free her from the rings in the ceiling. I saw Liselle almost fall, slumping to the floor as the chains came free. She groaned, a long, pitiful sound, like that of a delicate beast that had been mauled by a lion.

I looked at Samantha. Samantha’s wide eyes searched mine.

In a low voice, I asked, “Are you O.K.?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m not upset, Sam. I’m really trying to understand why you so enjoy these sorts of things. Look at the twins.”

Sam turned to see. Lisa and Liselle were smiling now as Lisa began rubbing the skin cream over her sister’s whip marks. Liselle was talking to her, excitedly.

I went on. “I have no doubts that you girls enjoy these sessions with whips and things, but Liselle must be in agony now. There’s other things we do that must be more pleasurable; what is the attraction in receiving such pain?”

Sam was lost in thought for a moment. "Sir, you’re asking something I have no answer for. You saw how Lisa was with Liselle, in control, master of her universe. As I’ve seen you many times now. When you’re whipping me, my universe shrinks until there’s only myself, and you who controls every aspect of me. There’s just me, and the pain that you give me. And I feel so complete.

"It hurts at the start, hurts like hell. But then it changes. The pain begins to fade and is replaced by a warm pleasure that grows and grows. You know what happens, I cum. Over and over, each one stronger and longer than the last. There’s no pain then, only pleasure. Just me and you. I don’t have to do anything; I don’t have to be anything. All I need do is give myself over to the total enjoyment of the thing.

“The pain returns when it’s over. I say it isn’t bad because I don’t want you to worry, but I hurt. The hurting is something I have to deal with if I want what goes along with it. And I do want it, master, I can’t say why, but it’s something I need to go through once in a while.”

I took Sam’s hand and led her back to the girls. I sat down beside Liselle. She turned to me. She had been rubbing the cream onto Lisa’s marks, and the two girls smelled fragrant with the herbal lotion. Liselle’s markings were narrow, slightly raised welts, red around the sides and more whitish in the middle. They looked painful. I gave her a comforting smile.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked her.

“Yes, Sir. I feel very satisfied. Thank you, Sir.”

Right, satisfied. I topped up my wine glass and tilted the bottle towards Liselle. She gave me a nod, so I drained the bottle into her glass, then I began to gather up the teacups and pot, empty plates. Needing something to occupy my mind, I asked around for drink orders, milk for Samantha, and tea for Lisa. Then I took the tray upstairs.

My mind spun while I waited for the water to boil. While whipping my first wife Susan, we mostly did it in fun. We were young and inexperienced back then, and it wasn’t too serious a thing for us. With the twins, however, not only did they both know how, but they both equally enjoyed either end of the whip. They both had skills that only came from long, hard practice. It was serious business with them.

I fixed the drinks and a bowl of pretzels, found another couple blankets, and returned to the basement. Samantha was lying on her stomach, getting a rubdown with the skin cream from Lisa. Liselle came out of the washroom as I set down the tray. I dropped the blankets and moved to the centre post, picked up the chain and lock, then went to Sam to lock the chain around her ankle again. Lisa got up to use the toilet; Liselle took her place near Sam, touching her back lovingly. She still had on the cuffs, locked, with the short chains dangling from them.

Reaching over, I picked up their keys from the table and unlocked the locks on Liselle’s cuffs. I used one lock through the buckle of her left cuff to join it to Samantha’s right bracelet. After Lisa returned I locked her right hand to Samantha’s left. I took my keys for Samantha’s locks and the girl’s keys to the locks on their cuffs and carried them into the laundry room, out of their reach. Then I returned for a last look at my three pretty captives.

I had planned to just leave the girls locked together for the night while I slept upstairs in the bed. As I turned to go, I heard Sam call to me in that sweet, slightly husky voice of hers. Her soft, low, deeply submissive voice.

“Master?”

I turned to her. “Yes, little one?”

She was on her knees, her hands stretched towards me, a beautiful girl’s hand locked to each of her bracelets.

“Please?”

I knelt before her. Samantha wrapped her arms around me and drew me close. She kissed me softly. I felt four hands touching my back. Two pressing on me, two, fingertips tracing little circles on me.

“Master,” Samantha whispered, “this low one needs you badly. She needs to feel you inside of her.”

I was getting a feeling that this had been discussed by the girls while I was upstairs. Making love to my wife while two pretty girls watched? Or, what?

“Samantha, do you know what you’re asking here?” I asked her.

I looked to my left at Liselle. She couldn’t hold my gaze, and she glanced down, but not before I saw a grin and a nod, yes. I looked at Lisa. She stared back, smiling. Sam in the middle.

“I’d like my friends to stay, if it pleases you, Sir. If you’ll permit it, may they join us?”

Well gee, I just don’t know. Three beauties at the same time, who’d ever heard of such a thing?

I got up to arrange the blankets on the floor to make a nicely padded surface. I found a pillow for my head. I undid my shorts and let them drop to the floor. My cock was finally able to spring free, zeroing in immediately on the girls crouched before me. Six wide eyes stared with anticipation.

I shrugged off my leather vest, letting it fall behind me, then I lay myself down on the floor and propped up my head with the pillow. The trio made their way across to where I lay. Samantha straddled my legs and sank down on my cock while the twins closed in around me. I reached for Samantha’s hips to guide her as she settled on me with my cock buried deeply inside her hot little pussy. Her hands went to my arms, bringing the two girls’ hands with them. The twins’ free hands stroked Sam’s breasts, then her tummy, then down along my tummy and over my chest.

Tentatively, at first, testing the waters as it were, Lisa moved closer to my head. I reached to caress her thigh. Lisa’s pussy with its sparse golden hair was inches from my face, and I could smell she’d taken a wash beforehand. I looked at Sam, who was grinding her hips over me in a tight little circle. She smiled at me as I stroked Lisa’s soft thigh. I put a little pressure on Lisa’s leg and she brought it up over my head. I stared up at the girl’s centre as the lips parted open, revealing her inner redness.

Liselle brought her leg over me and settled her wet pussy on my chest. She faced Samantha and I heard Sam make the kind of shuddering groan that she does when I’d start sucking on her nipples. Liselle’s head was down on Sam’s breasts, forcing her to grind her pussy against my chest. Lisa lowered herself until I could just reach her with my tongue. I began to lap at her delicious slit.

My hands drifted down Lisa’s thighs to encounter Liselle’s feet. I gave them a gentle squeeze, then moved back up to press Lisa tighter to my face. I pushed my tongue inside her, then drew it out to find the girl’s clit. I flicked over it with the tip. Lisa had her arm around her sister, playing with her breasts. A hand, Liselle’s perhaps, spread open the pussy over my face. Somewhere in back, Samantha rode my cock like a madwoman. I could feel her feet hooked over my legs, the chain around her ankle digging into my thigh.

I sucked the little nub of Lisa’s clit into my mouth, madly flicking it with my tongue. I drove her to the peak, then right over. It was different not being drowned in pussy juices when the girl came. No metal rings to click against my teeth either. I missed that. Lisa made a soft keening sound as her body shuddered over me.

Samantha slowed and tensed, then howled as her cum washed through her. A hand burrowed between my chest and Liselle’s crotch. I attacked Lisa’s pussy anew.

Liselle in the middle came, squeezing my body between her thighs, crushing the hand beneath her into my chest. Lisa exploded next, grinding her cunt into my mouth. Then the long loud wail of Sam as her cunt clamped down tight against my cock. It might have been nice to get them all to cum together but I’d never last long enough to find out. I was mere seconds away from a major eruption.

I pushed on Lisa to get her off my face. She understood; I needed air. She moved forwards to snuggle closer to Liselle and she pressed her wet slit down on my upper chest. I had a view of her lovely tush and up towards her back as my chin pressed in her ass crack. She threw her head back, her golden hair spilled down to tickle my face, and I went off.

I attempted to buck my hips up to get myself deeper into Samantha, but all the weight held me paralysed. The girls were squeezing the life out of me, an immense fountain of which blasted through me and into my fantastic wife. I started the bass beat with my animalistic grunts; Samantha added the contralto, her mournful wail filling the basement. The twins filled in the high notes.

All three girls lifted up and I slid myself from beneath. They collapsed in a heap of girl flesh. I stood up, picked up my clothes, picked up my wine glass, and drained it. I went over to check the fireplace and turned the damper down low. At the door, I dimmed the track lights.

“Good night, girls,” I called.

“Good night, master,” the three answered in unison.

Groggily, I staggered up the stairs to my bed.

[part 2]

At some point during the night, I heard noises in the basement. Then I heard the toilet flush and I pictured the three girls, locked together in a tight bundle, manoeuvring around in the tiny washroom down there. I probably smiled to myself, but I was asleep already.

When I woke, I felt for Samantha, and finding her gone, I figured she was in the can. When she didn’t return and I heard no sounds, I rolled my head over to see the clock, the remnants of my brain sloshing inside my skull. Nine thirty.

I lay for a few moments, till memories returned. The scene last night. The twins and Samantha. The whipping. Whippings? My mouth tasted bad, and a strange scent pervaded my nostrils. A pussy without rings in the lips. I sat bolt upright, my head swimming. What the hell went on last night anyway?

I made my way to the can and took a leak. My dick was sore, so I must have got fucked. I hoped it was with my wife. I crept through the silence like a thief and tiptoed downstairs.

The track lights in the rec room were turned down low, and light from outside filtered in through the curtains over the high basement windows. Three naked girls were snuggled together on blankets and cushions on the floor. Cuddled close together like kittens. Samantha in the middle with the twins curled protectively around her, their hands locked to Samantha’s bracelets, and Sam’s ankle chain was also tangled in amongst them to further bind the three closely together. The room reeked of sex.

I’d lain witness to two whippings down there, and after, Sam had begged me for sex. With Mike’s lovely twins joining in the fun. Good God. Silently, I crept upstairs and made myself a coffee.

It was later on when I heard stirrings from the basement, and I went down to see the girls. Samantha bid me to come to her, and she pulled me into the group for a big hug and kiss. I’d half expected Sam to be mad about the group sex bit last night, but she showed no animosity towards me or the girls she was locked to. I snuggled in amongst the three pretty girls for hugs and kisses all around.

A little later, I went into the other room to fetch the keys, and I unlocked all the locks, Sam’s ankle chain included.

“Your punishment is being revoked for such good behaviour,” I said to her. “Come ladies, let’s have some breakfast.”

Upstairs, I began fixing some food, but the twins took over, leaving me and Sam sitting at the table. The three girls were all still nude, but I only had eyes for Samantha. I sat next to her and held her hand, stroked up her arm, down her body. I bent to kiss her lovingly from time to time as the twins made us all a nice breakfast.

After a leisurely morning meal, the twins packed up their whips and stuff, then dressed again in their scanty leather harness outfits. The red markings from the flogger on Lisa and Sam had faded quite a bit overnight, but Liselle, who’d had the worst of it with that wicked braided whip, still bore bright red welts from her and her sister’s session with it. We all bundled up to face the cold and the drive back to Mike’s place. I’d asked Sam to come along for the ride, since I couldn’t seem to bear being away from her.

In front of Mikes big house, I turned to Liselle, who’d sat up front with me as Sam and Lisa cuddled on the back seat.

“I’d like to thank you both very much for making last evening so special for Samantha and me,” I said to them. “You girls were quite something to watch.”

“I thank you, Sir,” Liselle said, “for letting us share in the love you two have for each other.”

“And for the love and kindness you have both given us in your home,” Lisa added.

The three girls got out, and I watched Sam huddle close to whisper in the twin’s ears. She then climbed into the truck beside me. I wheeled around the circle in front, along the drive, and nosed out into the deserted street.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“Nothing master,” Sam said coyly. “Just girl talk.”

“Uh huh.”

I drove to a fish place down by the water for a nice lunch. I made sure to tell Sam how much in love I was with her, but she seemed really contented with the way the weekend had worked out. I could hardly believe she was alright with my licking Lisa’s pussy last night, yet Samantha said to me that she’d thoroughly enjoyed every moment of what went on in the basement with the twins, and that seemed to include the wild sex part at the end between the four of us. While it was not something I’d like to make a habit of, I had to admit I had a nice time as well.

Samantha was quiet on the drive home, and when we were inside, she came to me with her lock in her hands. We stripped down in the bedroom, I locked her bracelets behind her, and we made torrid love once, then a slower, gentler, teasing form of love later on. We broke for something to eat, watched some T.V. shows in the evening, and had a sleepy fuck in bed that night.

Monday morning I had to spring out of bed, fight traffic into the city, and start my new slash old job at the hospital. I found a moment to call Mike, to see if he was upset about how the scene with the twins seemed to have gotten out of hand, but he said the girls had told him everything and that he was pleased we all had such a great time.

“I’m only sorry I missed it,” he said to me.

The first week at work consisted of endless meetings with the budgetary committee, hospital administrators, and a group of consultants they’d hired on to oversee the spending of the new finances. By Friday, I was ready to chuck it all, but Sam and I needed the money, more so with the baby coming along.

So I stuck it out. Nigel and I took a trip to Calgary, Vancouver, then down to Seattle and Silicon Valley to visit hospitals, computer equipment makers, and programming companies. Off to Dallas, Chicago, and back home. Around the continent in one week. By the middle of it, I was climbing the hotel walls, dying to hold my sweet Samantha in my arms.

Sam took a cab to the airport to meet my plane, and I was never more glad to see someone in my life. I stood there embracing her sweet body to me as the crowds bustled around us. Nigel said bye, but I barely acknowledged him; my mind was filled with Samantha. At home, we began taking off clothing even before we had the front door closed. It was a wild weekend of sex, and more sex.

Anyway, after two months of ever more tedious meetings and planning sessions, the real work finally began. New equipment started rolling in, piles of cables had to be strung throughout the building, and I was spending longer and longer times away from Sam, working sometimes late into the evening, when I’d drive home in a daze to fall into bed.

Samantha, now nearly seven months along, was looking ever more radiant with her tummy sticking out and it bumping into me when I held her in my arms. She was bubbling over with that healthy glow that comes along with being pregnant. Her earlier wild mood swings had evened out, and her bad dreams at night were much less frequent now. She’d sometimes be awkward as hell, almost comical when she’d jump out of a chair and find her centre of gravity had shifted over the previous few minutes. Or she’d reach over for something to come up short as her belly bumped into something in the way. I’d go to her and hold her, telling her how beautiful she looked, and really mean it, because she was just so adorable.

It was on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I’d taken a day off work just to be with her, that the subject of her spending some time in Mike’s cage came up. She’d had another ultrasound during the past week, and it was confirmed the baby was a normal, healthy, girl. We celebrated that Sunday morning by spending it in bed.

“You know, Samantha,” I said, “I’ll be very busy at work for the next month at least, until we get the new systems up and running. If you were stuck in Mike’s cage, I wouldn’t have to drive all the way here each night. Mike lives only fifteen minutes from the hospital. I could set up a cot in his dungeon and sleep there beside you.”

“Sleep beside me while I’m locked in the cage?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. I don’t suppose we could fuck with you in there, but it might be fun anyway. You know? Let me call Mike and see if the cage is free for the next little while. When’s your next doctor’s appointment?”

Sam thought for a moment. “Mid May, four weeks away.”

“Were you planning anything for the next few weeks?”

Sam started grinning a big grin. “I guess I could re-arrange my schedule.”

I gave Mike a call in the evening.

“Jim, buddy, how’ve you been? Long time, no hear.”

“Been workin’ my ass off Mike. How’s things?”

“Me and the girls got back from visiting your pal Billy in Oklahoma last weekend. The twins got their collars put on.”

Wow! I’d forgot. “Super!” I said. “How’d it go?”

“Took old Bill a while to machine out the lettering, then he had to send 'em off for the gold filling. I got busy with clients then, but we finally had it done. The girls look great; I’m grateful for your hooking me up with the guy.”

“I’m eager to see them. Listen Mike, could Sam book some time in your cage sometime soon?”

“Hell Jim, anytime. It’s not being used at the moment.”

I told Mike about my working at the hospital in the city and how I’d like to rent a cot in his dungeon to save myself some travel time.

“Jim, you dog, that’s so sweet! Sleeping with Samantha, holding hands through the bars. I’m touched.”

I laughed to cover my embarrassment. Mike made a suggestion that I thought was a good one, and I said we’d see him in the morning.

I had a lock like Mike had mentioned, and I went to the basement and dug it out. One of those big, heavy, high security kinds. Using a calliper, I measured the shackle thickness to see if it would fit. A bit under half inch. Perfect. I looked around the room. Climbing up on the workbench, I tapped in a nail, clicked open the lock and pulled the keys out, then hung them on the nail out of sight.

I carried the open lock up to the bedroom where Samantha was waiting for me. She’d had to wait there for me; a thin chain went through her two bracelets and was locked to the headboard. I placed the big lock on the bed before her.

“Mike said we could use his cage anytime,” I told Sam.

Sam’s eyes were on the lock. “That’s a big lock,” she said.

“Mike suggested it,” I said. “When I told him I’d like to move into his dungeon with you, he thought more security might be needed on the door to the cage. Just so I don’t let you out and have my way with you. The keys are hanging downstairs. When you’re inside the cage, it will be an hour and a half drive to go get them.”

Sam sat there staring open mouthed at the big, solid lock. Then a grin began to spread over her face.

“You like?”

“That means I’ll truly be stuck in there.”

"If you have an emergency, like if you start to have a baby, I can get you out. In an hour and a half, I can drive here and back. Once you go into labour, it takes a while to have the baby, but that’s not going to happen yet, it’s still too early.

“But…”

I could see Sam trying to think about all the things that could go wrong. But people like her, and I, we don’t dwell on the reasons why not to do something crazy, we just do it and hope for the best. And it usually works out just great, fantastic. Sam was smiling again and I went on.

"We’ll put you inside with no bondage at first. Once the lock snaps shut, you’re in. I don’t think you could stand it long all squashed up like Lisa was, not with that big belly of yours. It’s cramped enough inside that little cage.

“Once you’re settled in, after a few days, we’ll add something. A lock on your bracelets, a chain to the bars. Maybe in the end you’ll be all trussed up like Lisa was, we’ll have to see how it goes. O.K.?”

“Master, I love it. When can we start?”

“I told Mike we’d be there in the morning. I’ll pack your toothbrush and hair brush, that’s all you’ll need.”

Sam was smiling and made a grab for me, but with her hands chained to the bed, it didn’t work. I moved closer and snuggled up to her. Her big belly was pressed against me, I felt Gwen kick me, and all was right with the world.

I was late for work Monday morning, but I didn’t care. I had more important things to do, like getting my wife locked inside Mike’s cage. I had Samantha wear just a light coat, since the weather was getting warmer, nothing else. In one pocket she had her toothbrush, the other her hair brush. We drove to Mike’s big mansion in the city.

Inside the door, we were greeted by my buddy Mike. Sam took her coat off, and I heard him gasp as he got an eyeful of Sam’s big tummy jutting out at him. His arm went towards Sam and she instinctively touched his hand as if to shake it. But it wasn’t a handshake Mike was after.

Mike awkwardly stood open mouthed for a moment.

“Mike wants to touch your belly, Sam,” I offered.

“I, may I?” Mike stammered.

I took Sam’s jacket and handed it to Lisa, who’d appeared along with her sister at the front door. Mike’s hand trembled slightly as he touched her big bulge with his palm, then withdrew it slightly.

“It feels hard,” he said. “May I?”

Mike placed his hand on the top, then gently stroked down over her belly button to the lower part. I saw him press slightly, feeling the weight of our unborn child. He jumped a bit and jerked his hand away.

He looked up at Samantha. “Something moved.”

“There’s a baby in there,” I said

The twins had gathered around us and they, like Samantha, were nude. Yet not quite. The collars that Billy the welder had made them were the same as I’d seen on Pat in the Bahamas, a flat band of solid shiny steel. Maybe an inch wide and perhaps a quarter inch thick, they fit a little loosely around each girl’s neck.

Mike gave Sam’s tummy a final feel, then let the twins have a turn. The two pretty blond girls began fawning over my wife as I’d seen them do at the house last time.

“Miss Samantha, you look so pretty,” said Lisa. “You’re so much bigger now.”

Both Sam and I were staring at the girl’s collars. Mike took Lisa and moved her hair to show off Billy’s handiwork.

Next to the ring in the front, Lisa’s name was done in fancy scroll lettering, inlayed gold set flush into the silver coloured stainless steel. Simply stunning. Lisa’s name was to the left of the ring, Liselle’s had hers on her right side.

“I’d thought at first that block letters would be easiest to do,” Mike explained. “But Billy said he could do it nicer than that. It took him a while, but he seems to have a passion for his work.”

“He’s quite the character,” I said. “I bet he got a charge seeing these two lovelies.”

Mike grinned. “His hands were shaking so bad we had to stop. I let him sit and have some time with the girls to settle him down.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure that calmed him down.”

I slid my finger under Liselle’s collar and looked closely at the back, but I could neither see nor feel where Billy had done the weld.

“Beautiful work,” I said. “You girls look lovely.”

“Thank you, Sir,” they said together.

We finally all headed downstairs to the dungeon. The lights in the room were bright, the cage sat in the corner of the room, door open at the ready. Samantha and I went to it while Mike and the twins stood nearby.

I’d brought an old, but soft blanket to spread over the concrete floor inside the cage. I knelt in front of the door and lay the blanket down inside. Sam knelt beside me and we took a moment to embrace each other, for the last time in what could be a while. I kissed her and whispered that I loved her.

Samantha crawled into the little cage. She settled onto the blanket, sitting in a slightly crouched position with the top of her head pressed against the top bars of the cage. I slowly swung the door closed until the latch closed with a solid clang. Taking the big lock from my pocket, I fitted the shackle into the plate of the latch. Samantha’s hand extended through the bars of the cage door to gently touch mine.

“I love you master,” she said.

She pressed on my hand, I pushed, and the lock closed with a final sounding thump.

I stood up. “Bye, Sam. I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, Mike, the twins, and I filed out of the basement dungeon, leaving my pretty Samantha alone, trapped in the cage.

Upstairs, Mike pulled me aside.

“Are you sure Samantha’s going to be all right in that thing?” he asked.

“Mike, I haven’t got a clue. All I know is it’s something she wants to do. I think it’s something that she needs to do. She has to go through it to see if she can, you know?”

“Ya, I know. It’s just that big tummy of hers. I felt the baby punch my hand, Jim. How’s Sam going to manage in there like that, all squashed up with no room to stretch out?”

“Look,” I said. “Check in on her from time to time, see if she’s all right. Don’t bother her too much for the first little while, and we’ll see how she takes to it. If there are any problems, have the hospital page me. I think she’ll be fine, but…”

“Ya, I know, Jim. Don’t worry, me and the girls will take care of her.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” I said with a grin.

Outside I got my bag of clothes, my sleeping bag and a pad, and a pillow. Mike took the stuff inside. I got into the truck and drove away.

There was no way I could concentrate on my work that day, and I made the same mistakes over and over. I was helping pull in new cables, and one time the wire ran out, slipping through my fingers as the other guy pulled, two floors up. I watched the end disappear into the hole in the wall, watched it as one would watch a poisonous snake slither into its hole, making no effort to grab the end and save an hour’s work in fishing the cable back down. Carlos came down to see me sitting there, staring at the outlet with no wire in it, my mind, a million miles away.

Not really that far, only a fifteen minute drive away. My lovely Sam, sitting alone in Mike’s basement room, stuck inside a little steel cage.

It would be early now; she’d still be exploring the confines of the thing. Getting a feel for what could become her new home for the next little while. She’d be pushing her arms and legs out through the tight bars, seeing how far she could stretch before being stopped by the hard steel that surrounded her.

Sam was mostly sleeping on her side lately, letting the weight of her tummy rest against the mattress. She’d have to have her feet sticking out through the bars at the end of the cage. Her head pressed up against the other end.

A voice called to me through the fog.

“Jim! Wake up. You have a rough weekend?”

Carlos, seeing me sitting there looking at the hole in the wall.

Where’d the cable go?

“Give you a day off and we have to re-train you?”

“I…”

“Come on. Let’s go for coffee.”

“You go, Carlos, I’ve got to make a call.”

“Still mooning over your new wife? She’s probably on the couch eating candies and watching T.V.”

Oh, I don’t think so. I found a phone and called Mike’s. He picked up, told me everything was fine.

“Sam’s just fine,” he said. “She was just sitting there last time I looked. There’s just one thing, we have a narrow pan for a toilet down there and she has trouble squatting over it to go.”

“How much space between the bars?” I asked.

“Four inches except one corner. There’s six there.”

“I’ve got just the thing,” I said.

I went and found Carlos, grabbed a coffee, and we got back to work. Around two, we broke for lunch and I found what I needed, got in the truck, and drove to Mike’s. I’d swiped a bedpan from the hospital, a nice shiny stainless steel one that was just under six inches high. Downstairs, I saw my girl, sitting on her blanket inside the cage, looking back at me.

“I brought you a present,” I said, passing the bedpan sideways through the bars in the corner of the cage.

“Oh Master, you’re so sweet,” she said laughingly.

I squeezed my arms through the bars to embrace Sam, hard steel between us. She pressed her face to the side, I did the same, and we kissed. Her little silver nose ring clicked against the steel bar as our tongues danced together. My hands ran up and down her back, sliding over her soft, silky hair. Sam shifted a bit to the right, pressing my arm against the bar, and I broke away and let out a little yelp of pain. Sam moved backwards to the other side of the cage, laughing.

Lisa brought me down a sandwich and I ate lunch sitting beside Samantha with her stuck inside the small steel cage.

On the way out Mike gave me a key to the house so I could come and go if they weren’t around. Seeing that Sam was O.K. made me feel better and I was able to get some work done that afternoon. In the evening, the twins had a plate of dinner for me when I got “home”, and one for Sam, since she’d wanted to have supper with me. We ate together, sitting on the floor, her inside the cage and me beside it. Sam’s plate wouldn’t fit through without the food falling off, so she had to reach past the bars to get a fork full, then bring it inside to her mouth. This was going to be a weird few weeks.

Mike gave me the run of the basement with the bar and fridge, the big T.V. with satellite reception. He’d said to hang handcuffs over the doorknob to the dungeon if I needed privacy, so later on in the evening that’s what I did.

I grabbed another set off the rack and clicked one cuff through Sam’s two bracelets. I attached the other cuff to a top bar of her cage. Sam manoeuvred her bum up against the end. I pushed my dick inside her cage and inside her.

Now this is a bloody awkward way to fuck, let me tell you. Sam would move and I would too, but we couldn’t seem to move together with the unmovable steel bars between us. I couldn’t get far inside her with the bars pressed against me. My cock kept slipping out. Sam was on her knees with her hands locked to the top of the cage, and in the end, I reached inside to grab her hips to hold her still. Then I could bang away, ramming my pelvis against those hard bars, but feeling my cock sliding in Sam’s velvety pussy. It worked out not too bad.

I unlocked the cuffs from Sam. She’d been dumping the bedpan by the drain in the floor so I used the hose to rinse out her pan and around the drain. Solid waste could be carried to the toilet, but pee was no problem. I got her a glass of milk and one for me, then I made my bed up on the floor beside her. Sam was playing with the handcuffs I’d left beside the cage. She clicked one down around her left wrist. Her bracelet would jangle against it when she moved her arm.

I went and fiddled with the light dimmers on the wall, settling on having one light in the middle of the room on low. I heard the ratcheting of a handcuff, loud in the quiet dungeon. Making my way back to the cage, I lay down on the sleeping bag. I reached into the cage to feel Samantha, lying on her side, one hand stroking my arm, the other cuffed to the bars between us.

“Good night, Little One,” I said.

“Good night, Master.”

I wakened with the incessant chirping of my little travel alarm clock next to my head. Grabbing it, I felt for the button and clicked it off. Then I opened my eyes, but it was still quite dark. My hand was touching Samantha, but there was something pressing against my arm. A hard steel bar. In the dim light of Mike’s dungeon, I saw Sam’s eyes twinkling, staring at me.

“Good morning, Master,” she said.

“Morning, beautiful. Sleep well?”

“Mmmm,” she purred. “Yes, Sir, I did.”

“I have to go to work,” I said glumly.

“Be home for lunch?”

Lunch? Why not. “Sure,” I said.

I found the handcuff key to take them off the cage bar and Sam’s wrist, and I emptied out her bedpan after she passed it through to me. I left the cuffs and the key on the floor beside her cage, in case she wanted something to play with later on. I then got dressed, kissed her goodbye, and went upstairs.

Lisa was already up and had a coffee ready for me. She’d made a bacon and egg sandwich, also for me. Since I didn’t have to haul ass down the highway I could sit and enjoy my breakfast, as well as the company of the lovely Lisa.

“How is Miss Samantha, Sir?” Lisa asked. “Did she sleep well?”

“Yes Lisa, I believe she did. I think she’s going to enjoy her time down there.”

I guess, emboldened by my easy manner, Lisa asked, “Master had instructed us not to bother Miss Samantha, but sister and I would like to see her, if we may.”

“Well, why don’t you and Liselle visit her for a little while this morning? Now, the two of you just go see her and talk to her for a bit; I’ll be back here for lunch and I’ll see how she is. Then maybe this afternoon you can all get together for some fun. Would that be O.K.?”

"Oh yes, thank you, Sir.

In her excitement, Lisa forgot her place, and she put her arm around my shoulder, bending to kiss me. She stopped just short to pull her arm away, then bowed her head down, shamed by her impulsiveness. I stood up, reached up to hook my finger through the ring in her collar, then pulled her face to me and kissed her on the lips.

“Thank you for the lovely breakfast Lisa,” I said. “I’ve gotta run.”

Yes, there was a definite spring in my step that morning, and Carlos and I managed to work as a team, getting all the cables pulled in on two floors of the hospital. Just after one thirty, we took lunch, and I drove back to Mike’s house to see my wife. Mike was out, but the twins met me at the door. A tray had been prepared, so I took it down to the dungeon.

Sam was lying down inside the cage, having a nap, but she sat up when she heard me enter. She had the handcuffs locked around her wrists, and her bracelets tinkled against them. I placed the tray down beside her cage, then pressed my face to the bars to kiss her.

Something had been added to the cage, and I glanced at it. The water bottle had been mounted to the end that faced the wall with the clear plastic tube running down to the hollow dildo that was clamped to a bar. The end of the dildo was sticking inside, for Sam to drink from.

“I see you have a new toy,” I said.

“The twins came to visit with me, and I said I was thirsty, so they gave me that,” Sam said, frowning at the thing.

“Show me how it works.”

Sam turned towards the dildo to take it into her mouth. I watched her cheeks work as she sucked hard on it. A bubble popped up inside the bottle, showing that Sam had gotten a sip of water from the dildo. She rocked back on her heels, bumping her head on the top of the cage, wiped her chin, and smiled at me. So cute.

I checked Sam’s cuffs to make sure they weren’t too tight. They were fine, and the double lock had been engaged so they couldn’t tighten up on her. Looking around, I spied the key, tossed against one of the glass panels around the area, out of her reach.

“Who put these on you, the girls?”

Sam blushed a bit. “I did. After you left.”

I smiled. Samantha’s soup was in a tall, narrow cup that would go through the bars. A sandwich on a plate, wrapped in plastic. I passed her the soup and tilted the plate; she took it inside and sat cross legged on the blanket to eat.

“So, did you have a nice visit with the twins?” I asked.

“They came down to sit with me for a while,” Sam answered. Her lower lip pouted out a bit. “It seemed like they didn’t want to stay too long.”

“Well, Mike thinks sometimes it’s better if you’re left alone down here. Gives a person a chance to think about stuff.”

“It gets kinda lonely all by myself. I miss being with you, master.”

“Would you like the girls to come see you more often?”

Sam’s face brightened. “That would be nice.”

“I’ll talk to Mike,” I said.

Sam made a nice stinky poo and I emptied out her pan, then I had to go.

“Master?” Sam asked. “Could you take these cuffs off?”

“Maybe tonight,” I said, grinning. “I have to get back to work. Bye, Sam.”

Upstairs, Mike hadn’t returned, but I told the girls that they could go see Sam for an hour or two if they wanted to. They seemed quite eager to do so. I left to return to work.

Samantha heard the twins coming and she looked up. The two girls, wearing nothing as was the rule for women inside the room, were coming to visit again. Sam sat up with the handcuffs digging into her wrists, her bracelets dropping down her arms to jangle noisily against them. The girls were holding hands as they approached the cage.

“Master Jim said we could see you again,” Liselle said. “If we’re bothering you, we could come back later.”

“No, please. Sit with me for a while.”

Lisa found a blanket to spread on the floor and the two sat close together beside the cage. Sam placed her hands on the bars and the two girls reached out to touch Sam’s hands. Sam tried to reach out through the bars, but of course the handcuff chain made that impossible. She tried pushing both arms through the same place but her arms got squashed together, making them press her breasts together, and it hurt.

“Could you take these off me?” Sam asked. “The key is right over there.”

Liselle looked at Lisa.

Lisa said, “Our master would be angry if we were to interfere with your bondage, Miss. I’m sorry.”

“But I put these on myself, this morning.”

“Did you ask Master Jim to take them off when he was with you earlier?”

“Yes, but he didn’t.”

“Then we cannot,” Liselle said.

Lisa looked towards the handcuff key. “How did the key get there?”

“I…” Sam hesitated a moment. “I threw it there after I’d locked the cuffs on.”

“Please, tell me, why did you throw the key out of your reach?”

“I…” Again a pause while Sam tried to make sense of it. “I wanted to stay like this. I didn’t want to be able to take them off.”

Lisa smiled. “And so, it is done.”

Lisa reached inside the cage to stroke Sam’s cheek. Liselle also put her arms through the bars to smooth Sam’s hair. She gathered it up in one hand, holding its length tightly, wrapping the strands around her hand, and gave it a gentle tug. Sam closed her eyes. Liselle pulled on Samantha’s hair to bring her head up against the side of the cage. She held Sam there for a moment, then released her hair. Picking up Sam’s brush, Liselle began to brush out the length of her hair.

“You have lovely long hair, Miss Samantha. May I braid it for you?”

“If you’d like,” Sam said, contentedly.

Liselle got up to leave the cage area and go to the rack of dungeon supplies. On a shelf, she found what she wanted, then returned to sit beside the cage once more. While Sam leaned back against the side, Liselle took up the length of her hair. She gathered it up in an even bunch up high on the back of Samantha’s head.

Lisa held the bunch of hair while Liselle tied the thin cotton rope around the base. Then Sam’s hair was divided into five fairly even bunches. The rope made six, and the twins braided up Sam’s hair, intertwining the length of rope amongst the lengths of hair. Samantha was left with one, tight, intricate braid, about four feet of rope hanging off the end. Liselle used a short strip of rawhide to tie off the end of the braid.

The twins got Samantha on her knees facing the side of the cage. They had her bring her handcuffed hands through the bars on top, then her arms up through to her elbows. Sam’s arms were drawn backwards by Lisa so her forearms were flat on top of the cage, her elbows hooked over a bar. Lisa hooked a thumb around the handcuff chain to hold them.

Liselle took hold of Sam’s braid to feed it through the top of the cage and around a bar behind her. She brought it around Sam’s handcuff chain, then back to the back where she pulled up all the slack, drawing Sam’s head backwards, to tie the rope off.

Sam arched her back to relieve the strain on her neck. Her face was pressed against the top bars, her eyes staring at her bracelets and the handcuffs on her wrists. The twins had her get her feet under her so her knees were up and her feet were flat on the blanket. Her thighs pressed against her big belly. Samantha had a bit more comfort this way, but only for a moment. Liselle pulled in a bit more slack on Sam’s hair and re-tied the rope.

Samantha could not move her upper body one bit. If she tried to raise her hands, her hair would pull her head back even more. She tried to move her feet forward, but her toes hit the bars in front of her. By hanging from her elbows her bum wouldn’t reach the floor. She pushed one foot between the bars in front, but she knew they were too close together and she only could get her foot and part of her lower leg through. She couldn’t stretch her leg out. Sam got her feet under her again and squatted, staring at the ceiling through the bars.

The twins sat, watching Sam struggle. Samantha felt very uncomfortable and didn’t think she could take much more of this. She couldn’t raise up because her face was pressing against the top bars and she couldn’t lower herself because her arms held her up, and her hair would pull her head back even more.

“Lisa, it hurts,” Sam cried.

“I know, Miss Samantha.”

“Just five more minutes, Samantha,” Liselle said.

Samantha hung on, counting the seconds. The bars pressed on her forehead and her cheeks. Hard steel bars alongside her eyes. Her legs trembled with strain. Samantha shifted her feet back, then forward, searching for the centre.

“Just a little more, Samantha,” Lisa said, encouragingly. “You can do it.”

Sam felt it as a slippery motion against her thighs, her baby moving inside her. The child seemed to do a flip, a violent shift that threw Sam’s balance off. She inched her feet forwards an inch to compensate, and she was hit with a pleasant sensation. Equilibrium, the glorious centre point. Sam’s fingers had been clutching the rope between her cuffs and she relaxed her grip. A feeling seemed to flow down her arms, across her shoulders and down her body, along her legs, down to her toes. Samantha began to smile. Her neck relaxed and the pressure of the bars against her face eased.

Lisa held her hair so it wouldn’t fall on Sam as she leaned over the cage to gaze into her eyes.

“You’ve done it,” she quietly said. “You’ve found your centre.”

“I believe we must hurry,” said Liselle to her sister.

Both the twins had smelled it, now Lisa went to Jim’s clothing bag. Beside it, on the floor, the shirt he’d worn to work yesterday. Lisa picked it up. Samantha would make a mess of her blanket so Lisa placed the shirt between Sam’s feet, under her bottom. Then Lisa did what she had wanted to do for a while now. She brought her hand up to stroke a finger between Samantha’s labia rings.

Liselle had her hands on Sam’s breasts and Sam felt the contact with her nipples at the same time as Lisa touched her, lower down. Sam’s body shuddered as the two sensations collided within her. Lisa touched the rings, flicking them to make them tinkle together, while Liselle gently kneaded Sam’s breasts and tweaked her nipples. Lisa slipped her finger through Sam’s slit, then pressed lightly on her clit. Her hand was met with a warm gush of Samantha’s juices.

Lisa was lying on the floor with her hand stroking Sam’s pussy while Liselle was bent over the cage, both her arms inside, stroking Sam’s breasts. Liselle’s breast was right over Samantha’s face and she took the nipple into her mouth. Sam began to suck greedily on Liselle’s nipple while an insane mix of feelings pushing her brain into overload.

Samantha was in the right position to give birth, and at first, that’s what the twins thought was about to happen. Sam’s body went hard, every muscle tensing up, preparing for the onslaught of her cum. Her face pressed tight against the top of the cage as she panted in great breaths of air. Sam began to groan loudly with each breath. A torrent of liquid gushed from her pussy, drenching Lisa’s hand working at her clit and soaking Jim’s shirt as well as a good portion of the blanket. An intense orgasm blasted Samantha’s mind out of the cage that trapped her body, out of the dungeon, and off to never-never land.

Lisa had screamed when the flood poured over her hand, thinking Sam’s water had broken. She jumped back from the cage, looking frantically towards her sister for guidance. Liselle, her hands still on Samantha’s breasts, felt the immensity of the orgasm that gripped the girl. Sam’s entire being was vibrating with it. Liselle moved her hands lower, around the sides of Sam’s tummy. She felt Sam’s womb contracting tight around the baby, then felt it release. Slowly, rhythmically, Sam’s orgasm gripped her tight, then allowed a brief period of relaxation. Liselle could feel the baby stretch out between the contractions, move around a bit inside. All was well.

“It’s all right, Lisa,” Liselle said. “Come, hold Samantha. We have to release her now.”

Lisa moved towards the cage and held Sam upright while Liselle pulled the slipknot to untie Sam’s hair braid. She passed it through the cuffs and slowly raised Sam’s hands up to allow her to lower herself down inside the cage. Lisa guided Sam’s head so she didn’t bump it, and Samantha, still quaking from her orgasm, slumped down to the bottom of the cage.

Liselle worked the sodden shirt out from under Sam, then balled it up and threw it at her sister. It caught her square in the face, and Lisa yelped as the shirt, soaked with Sam’s pussy juice, splatted across her mouth and nose.

“You’d best rinse that out,” Liselle said. “Master Jim will be mad at you.”

Lisa peeled the shirt off her face and stood up. She went to go, but as she passed Liselle, her fingers found a particularly juicy part, and she rubbed it into her sister’s face. Liselle let out a roar and jumped up. Lisa was already on the run, but of course, she collided with Mike who’d come down to investigate the noises coming from the dungeon. His arms went around the naked Lisa, the cum soaked shirt pressed between them.

My beeper went off around three thirty with a cryptic “sam ok/call mike” on the display. I found a phone and Mike picked up on the first ring. He sounded pissed.

“Sam’s all right,” he said first, “she’s resting. Did you tell my girls they could go fool around with your girl?”

“Well, Lisa asked me this morning…”

“Lisa asked? Lisa? Lisa never asks for anything.”

“Mike, what’s got you so steamed? Sam was lonely and she wanted some company. The girls had a chat this morning and Sam felt better.”

“They were doing more than chatting this afternoon.”

“I was going to ask you at lunch time, but you weren’t there.”

“So you gave your permission to my girls to fool with your girl?”

My head was starting to hurt. “Well, yeah.”

Mike was quiet for a moment. “That was a serious breach of etiquette, Jim. I keep the twins on a short leash, and the episode this afternoon has been a setback in their discipline. We’ll have to set some rules; be here at seven.”

“I…” Mike had already hung up.

Promptly at seven, I pulled in front of Mike’s mansion and stopped. Inside, Mike called to me from the kitchen. He was drinking red wine, and poured me a glass full, then sat at the table with me. He sounded a lot calmer than he had been earlier.

“I had a long talk with Samantha after I’d called you,” Mike told me. “She’s very much in love with you, you know.”

“I know.”

“We talked about the times you’ve whipped her. She’d always asked you to do it, you’ve never done it to punish her…”

“She’s never given me reason to punish her.” This was not the time to be glib with Mike. “I would never want to punish her, Mike; she’s a person, and she’s free to do as she chooses.”

“She can’t be a submissive if she’s free to do as she chooses.”

“She chooses to submit to me, Mike. And I gratefully accept her submission.”

Never argue with a lawyer. Mike was quiet for a time. Domination and submission relationships aren’t covered in law school.

“Look, Mike,” I said. "You know I’m not as into the scene as you are. But as an outsider looking in, let me tell you; Sam and I have joy beyond belief. She sometimes rubs me the wrong way, as I do her, I’m sure. I don’t feel it’s right to impose my will on her, she has to want it, or it’s just no good. So we talk and try to work through it. We find a common point, and it’s pretty damn good for us both.

“The way I see it, a submissive girl is something special, a treasure box filled with wonders. You look inside, examine a piece. Maybe smooth the rough edges a little. Help her make things fit better, help her better understand herself. Then you sit back and revel in the glory of her surrendering her most precious thing to you, her very being.”

“You’re wrong, Jim. Domination is the taking of another, by force if necessary.”

“That works for a lot of people, but it’s not me, Mike. What Sam and I have may not be true D and S, but it works for us. I don’t ask for things she cannot do, but what I do ask for, she willingly gives.”

I asked him, “What happened anyway that got you so pissed?”

Mike stood up. “I’ll let the girls tell you. Come on.”

Mike and I went down to the dungeon. Inside, Lisa was standing beside one wall, Liselle, the other. The girl’s collars were locked to rings in the walls. I went to Samantha’s cage while Mike unlocked Lisa to bring her over.

Sam sat in her cage, looking sad. I bent to her and reached inside to stroke her cheek. She’d been crying. She reached for my arm, the handcuffs still on her wrists, jangling.

“It’s O.K. Sam,” I said. “I’m here now.”

Mike brought Lisa over and had her kneel on the bare floor beside the cage. He had her tell me about what went on this afternoon. I’d noticed the rope braided up in Sam’s hair, and I sat in wonder as Lisa revealed Sam’s time with the two girls. When she told of the cum-soaked shirt fight, my shirt, I burst out laughing. Laughter in a dungeon, another no-no I guessed.

“It’s not funny, Jim,” Mike chastened me. “Unauthorized horseplay in my dungeon! It’s unacceptable. I left orders that Sam not be disturbed down here and then I find that my girls had come down not once but twice today. You heard what they did to her Jim; you think that’s right? You think it’s funny?”

Lisa cringed as I stood up to face Mike. I’d just about had enough. I had a mind to take Samantha and leave, but she wasn’t going anywhere soon, with that big lock on the cage door.

“For Fuck’s sake, Mike!” I almost roared. “Sam. Did you have fun with the twins this afternoon?”

“Yes Master, I did.”

“Lisa, did you have a nice time?”

In a shy voice, “Yes I did.”

I called over to Liselle. “And you Liselle, did you enjoy the time with Samantha this afternoon?”

A loud voice. “Yes, Sir.”

I turned to Mike. He was fuming. “Let’s go back upstairs,” I suggested.

Mike turned to go, then paused. He reached into a pocket and tossed a key towards Lisa.

“Unlock your sister.”

Upstairs in the kitchen I poured some wine for Mike and myself. I sat at the table with Mike and I waited for him to say something. When it seemed he would not do so, I spoke up.

“I’m starved, I’ll go order us some Chinese.”

“Yes, O.K.” Mike answered with a touch of, I don’t know, sadness in his voice.

I placed the call to the Golden Dragon for a delivery of several dishes, then I sat with Mike once more.

“You remember Beckey?” he asked me. “The one I went with in high school?”

“Short redhead with the freckles?”

“That’s her. The things she’d do just 'cause I told her to. She was my first taste of a subbie girl, and man, did she turn me on.”

Mike paused, lost in thought. I waited him out.

“Remember Judy? I took her to your and Sue’s wedding.”

“I remember a brown doggie collar, and everyone trying not to stare.”

He laughed, an unhappy sound. I’d never seen my buddy Mike looking so glum.

“And Wendy, and Nikki,” he went on. “Patrice, and Ingrid the big Swiss blond…Janice? It was always so great with a new girl Jim. So much to do, so much to find out. Kim, the exhibitionist, she could refuse me nothing. The merest suggestion and off she’d go, no matter how perverse or bizarre.”

“You’ve always had a pretty girl hanging off your arm,” I softly said. “Mike, what’s wrong? What’s got you so down? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“No Jim, you never have.” A pause. "It would last maybe a year, two tops. Then, one day, I’d come home and she’d be gone. Sometimes a note, more often, not. I’d open the door and I’d instantly know, it’s over. She’s gone.

"I’d be down for weeks, sometimes months at a time. I couldn’t read, I’d barely eat. Nothing gave me joy after losing what I’d had. Then, one day, at the grocery store or even walking down the street, I’d see a girl and it was like an alarm went off in my head. This is one. We’d make eye contact and I’d hold her gaze. I’d say something. She’d answer. And around we’d go until…

It was a few minutes before Mike spoke again. “How long were you and Susan together, eight years?”

“Nine.”

“I’ll bet you’d still be together if not for that stupid plane crash. And now there is Samantha. I can see that you two have what it takes to stay happily together for a long, long time.”

I was beginning to see what Mike was getting at. I thought that I was starting to understand.

Mike continued. "Lisa and Liselle are the best. There’s nothing more I could ask of two beautifully submissive girls. In my bed at night, whether we’re cuddled close and sleeping, or doing stuff, you know? Those two make me crazy sometimes.

"But subs need rules, Jim. They need orders, and they’re expected to carry them out. That’s why we’re called dominants; we take charge and make things so, they just have to do it. When I say something is going to be this way, I expect that it will be that way. Yet, you aren’t like that. You go with a bare outline and just let things happen.

“Like Sam’s last session with the whip. You called saying you were going to whip your wife and wanted the twins to watch over her. O.K. But then, as I heard, it was Liselle who whipped her while you watched. You say one thing and then do something else. How can you just shift gears like that with a sub? Where’s the control, with you or with her?”

“Mike,” I said. “It’s not so much a control thing with me. It is to a point, but I work with a greater goal in mind. It’s doing something purely for pleasure, working an idea up and then doing it. I change things along the way because I see a better direction to take. Liselle said that you’d suggested she do Sam and Lisa at the same time, and I thought, hell, why not.”

“I suggested she do Lisa while you whipped Samantha.”

"Well, maybe I misunderstood. The point is, the evening went swimmingly and everyone was happy afterwards. You’ve gotta understand, Mike; Sam and I do things for both our pleasures, not to rigidly adhere to some D and S manual, going by chapter and verse. How we get there is not so important as the results afterwards. Basking in the afterglow of a scene that went fantastic, that’s the important thing.

“Samantha might ask me to do something, or I’ll get an idea somewhere, and we talk about it. I don’t make her do things; we agree to do them together. On that last canoe trip of ours, I’d planned things that didn’t quite work the way I thought, but we made up other things as the trip went along that worked out even better. Even today, I thought the girls would get together for a while, maybe cuddle and stuff. I never expected it would go so far, but look what happened. They all had a great time. Sam especially so, from the sounds of it.”

The doorbell rang, the food had arrived. Mike said he’d get it and asked me to fetch Liselle. So downstairs I went, to see the twins sitting around Samantha’s cage. Not touching each other, just sitting there, with my pretty Samantha inside. Sam’s hands were still cuffed together and I picked up the key to finally take the handcuffs off her.

“Mike wants to see you,” I said to Liselle. “I think to help with supper.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, standing.

“I think things are going to be O.K.” I told the twins, and Sam.

“Is Mike still mad?” Sam asked me.

“I don’t think he’s so much mad, as upset.”

Samantha’s wrists had big red marks on them from being in cuffs the whole day. Her wrists were a bit sore too. I gave her tummy a feel, then I said I had to go see Mike. As I was going up the stairs, he and Liselle met me on the way down, Mike carrying a big tray and Liselle with the bag of food.

“There’s another tray of bowls and stuff, Jim. Could you get it?”

On the table was a tray of cups and a teapot, small bowels, spoons and such. I carried it downstairs. Mike had set the large tray on top of Sam’s cage and the bag of food was sitting on it. Mike and the twins had seated themselves on cushions around Samantha. I went over to them and set my tray on the floor nearby, then I took a seat on a cushion beside Lisa.

“Liselle,” Mike asked, “could you go to the other room and fill the teapot, please?”

Mike had a tap in the bar that gave out steaming hot water, so she wasn’t long in returning. She placed the pot on the tray on the cage, then sat beside her master.

“Girls, and Jim, I’d like to apologize for my outburst this afternoon,” Mike stated. “Samantha and Jim are guests in our home, and if they are content with what happened here today, then I will try to be more understanding. Now, let’s eat.”

At first, I thought Liselle had miscounted the bowels. Lisa handed them out while Liselle opened the containers of food. Sam, not getting a bowl, looked through the bars of her cage, expectantly. Lisa spooned some rice into her bowl, then moved the spoon down and into Sam’s cage. Sam took a mouthful. Liselle picked up two ribs, passing one to Samantha. And so the meal went, each of us passing bits of food under the “table” to our treasured pet Samantha. She took sips of tea from our teacups when one of us would offer.

It takes a big man to admit he’s wrong; it takes a bigger one to apologize for it. There is no manual for dominants; we’re mostly left to figure it out on our own. When you make a mistake in your job, you can usually fix it without any trouble. But when dealing with another person, who’s trusted you with their life, their soul; errors in judgement become much more difficult to smooth over.

As the meal went along, the tensions that had built up over the day started to dissipate. Samantha complained when I finished a sparerib and tossed the bone inside her cage.

“I thought doggies liked bones,” I said, jokingly.

Liselle nibbled all the meat off a chicken wing, then flipped the bone at Sam. Sam’s cage was soon a mess as most of the bones ended up inside with her. I even saw Mike crack a smile as Sam ate bits of food handed to her and we’d toss in the empty containers for her to play with.

[part 3]

By the time the meal was over, the area of Sam’s cage was an utter mess of bones, bits of food, and squashed containers that Sam had sat on. Mike stood up to go wash his hands in the sink in the other corner of the dungeon. He returned and picked up the cushion he’d been sitting on, and brushed off the crumbs.

“O.K. girls. I want this area scrubbed clean. Jim, your girl looks a little grubby, should the twins give her a wash too?”

I got up. “I’d noticed a bit of a doggie smell. That’s a good idea.”

Mike bowed to his girls. “Ladies.”

While the girls got busy getting all the garbage out of Sam’s cage, Mike motioned me towards another part of the room. We sat down on some benches and watched the activity. He spoke to me in a quiet voice so as not be overheard.

“I don’t know, Jim. Old dogs and new tricks, all that. I’ve been noticing it with the girls lately; things just don’t have that sparkle they once did. I’d sometimes catch them about to do something, and it would just seem like they were trying to get my goat, just trying to see how far they could push before I’d get all riled up. I’d keep them to regular discipline sessions, but it was having less and less effect. Maybe I will try it your way for a while.”

“Look, Mike,” I said. “Don’t think I have any of the answers. I sometimes feel lost too. Some girls crave the constant discipline; others don’t need or don’t want it. Even I’ve seen that Lisa and Liselle look alike, but they’re two distinctly different people inside. Sam and I hit it off because we were lucky, that’s all. If she needed a stronger hand, I don’t think I could give it. But we’ve talked about it, and maybe she’s had to compromise. People don’t always fit into the mould you have, but a bit of give and take, a little all around willingness to compromise, and hopefully, things work out.”

“Maybe you’re right Jim. It’s hard to admit I may have had it wrong all these years, but I simply can’t risk losing these two.”

“It’s hard work,” I said, “just staying on top of one girl, never mind having to deal with two. Just lighten up a little. I’m sure they’ll act up a bit. Go with it, see where it takes you. You might find surprises you’d never expected.”

The twins had moved out all the cushions and my bedroll, Sam’s blanket was pulled out of the cage, and all the garbage from supper swept up. Liselle had found some rope and had stood on the cage to loop it over a hook. She tied Sam’s hair braid to the end and I watched her pull Sam’s hair up out of the cage, drawing her head up to the top. Lisa turned on the hose and let the water run warm, then began spraying down Samantha inside, neatly avoiding getting her hair wet. Liselle reached in with a soapy washcloth to scrub Sam down.

After washing Samantha, the twins did themselves, then scrubbed the cage and the floor around it. Lisa used the hose again to rinse off the other two girls, herself, and the floor. A towel was handed to Sam, then the twins used another to dry themselves. They wiped down the cage and the glass panels around the area. A switch was turned on, which started a fan blowing warm air over the cage to dry everything up. Sam’s braid was released.

I went off for a shower, and when I returned, everyone had cleared out. Sam was sitting in her cage, basking in the warm breeze from the dryer. I switched it off, got my bedroll, and lay down beside her. A clean, soft fluffy blanket lay beside the cage and I pushed it through to Samantha. I had to help get it spread out under her, since she didn’t have much room to move in there. I grabbed the rope tied into her hair and gave it a tug.

“So, you had a nice time with the twins today.”

“It was awesome, master. But why was Mike so angry?”

I tried to explain, but it was hard. I told Sam a bit about the girls Mike used to have, and how I thought his rigid adherence to discipline may had finally drove them to seek another.

“I know you’d maybe like me to take a firmer hand with you, Sam, but it’s really not something that I can do.”

“I thought at the beginning that’s what I wanted, but you’ve allowed me to make my own choices, and some of those were ones I’d never thought I’d make. Like in our basement with the twins. I never thought I could make love with two other pretty girls watching, but when it happened, it just felt so right. Seeing Lisa over your face getting what you’ve given me so many times, I felt happy that she was able to share in the love that we have for each other.”

“You’re the greatest, Sam.”

“As are you, Master.”

I got up to dim the lights, then returned to my wife’s side. Sam was fidgeting with her hands behind her. She tried to roll over, but her tummy got in the way, so she scooted around to face away from me. I saw she’d threaded the rope from her hair through her bracelets behind her.

“Could you tie this for me, please?”

“Sure, Sam.”

Next morning, I untied her and kissed her good bye. I said I’d rather she not do anything with the twins that day, just talk if they came to visit. We’d maybe do something on the weekend, I said, which would be in two days.

Upstairs was deserted, so I just grabbed a glass of juice, then hit the trail. I had breakfast with Carlos and the guys at the hospital. A truckload of new terminals had arrived last night, so our work was planned out for the next few days. Nigel had got the new system running last night, and would be loading the software while the rest of us installed terminals around the building.

I called Mike around noon, and Lisa or Liselle picked up.

“Lisa?” It was Liselle. “I won’t make it for lunch, we’re really busy here. How’s Samantha?”

“She’s fine, Sir. We were just talking with her a while ago.”

“Good. I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

Liselle’s voice dropped. “My sister and I wish to thank you, Sir.”

“For what?”

“You know. For talking to Master last evening.”

“I…” My voice dropped too. “I only want the best for the three of you, Liselle.”

“I know, Sir. We’ll see you later.”

The twins had prepared a wonderful feast for dinner that evening, which we all ate downstairs, again using Sam’s cage for a table. A big board was placed upon it and chairs were placed around. Even a candle on top. Samantha, underneath, was fed by our hands slipping bits of food to her. She’d take the food from my fingers with her mouth, lapping up any juices or gravy from my fingers with her tongue.

Mike seemed in a much better mood, and the twins were on their best behaviour as well. I silently wished them the kinds of peace and joy that Samantha and I shared.

The following evening, I spent some time sitting around upstairs with Mike and the twins, knocking around ideas to further torture my wife. Mike mostly sat quietly in his big chair in the corner of his living room, listening as the girls and I discussed what we could do. I could see there’d be some unease at times, when Mike would speak up over some point, and the twins would become quiet for a time. Discussing a scene as equals was new territory for them all.

“Lisa,” Mike said, “Samantha was quite taken with the way you were all trussed up tight inside the cage last time. Do you think she’d be interested in trying it like that herself?”

Lisa began speaking, before she realized she’d actually been asked to give an opinion on something.

“I remember she seem…She seemed very interested that time, Sir.”

“I’m not sure about the dildo in back,” I said. “Even with the cage bars between us, I’ve been hitting bottom lately. I don’t want her to do herself an injury up there.”

Liselle spoke up. “We have a thicker one that’s not as long.”

“That might be better,” I said.

“What about the strain on her back with the weight of her belly hanging down?” asked Liselle.

Lisa spoke up. “We could use several loops of rope, evenly spaced along her body, to help support her.”

Even without the presence of Samantha, but with the help of Mike’s girls who’d already done time in the cage and knew what to expect, we’d discussed the scene, contributed ideas, and had come up with a plan that I felt Sam would enjoy. Mike was smiling, the girls were smiling, and so was I.

“Liselle?” Mike asked. “Could you go in the bedroom and bring a six-foot chain and two locks, please?”

Liselle jumped up. “Yes, Sir.”

When she’d gone, Mike held out his hand towards Lisa. From her chair, she went to her knees, then moved the short distance to Mike’s chair. Kneeling beside his legs, she placed her head and hands in his lap.

Mike tenderly stroked the girl’s hair.

Liselle returned to kneel on the other side of Mike’s legs and handed the requested items to him. Mike took one end of the steel chain and locked it to the ring on Liselle’s collar. Lifting Lisa’s head, he locked the other end to hers. The twins looked at one another, fingering the links of the chain that connected them together.

“Stand up, girls,” Mike told them. “Let Jim see how nice you look.”

The two girls got up and moved to stand before me. The sight of the two identical twins chained together took my breath away. Their long blond hair and perfect bodies. The shiny steel collar on Lisa, the chain locked and hanging down to her pussy, then back up and locked to the matching collar on Liselle. The girls posed for me, moving a bit, the chain tinkling. Stunning.

Mike raised his hand and the twins came to him. He reached out to take hold of the chain. He pulled slightly and the girls sank to their knees before him. They brought their heads together on Mike’s lap as he held the chain close to their collars in one hand. Liselle reached up to unfasten Mike’s pants and he lifted his butt up off the chair to allow the twins to pull them down.

“Err, I think I’ll go see Samantha now,” I said, standing.

“Good night, Jim,” Mike said.

“Good night, Sir,” said the girls, Lisa’s voice a bit muffled.

Down in the dungeon, I told Samantha what we’d planned to do to her. I mentioned the shorter dildo, and the rope idea to help support her inside the cage.

“I’ll be just like Lisa was?” she asked. “For how long?”

“As long as you want,” I said. “So long as you can stand it, I guess. Now, if you get into any trouble with the baby or anything, I want you to say so. I’ll want someone here at all times, ready to release you. If you just need a rest, we’ll let you go, then after, if you’re O.K., you can continue if you want. All right?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I took a quick shower in the bathroom in the other room, then I made up my bed beside Samantha. Sam was lying on her side facing me, and I reached through the cage bars to stroke her big tummy. She placed her hands on my arm to press my hand to her, and I felt our baby squirming around inside her. I pressed my face to the bars, Sam moved her head closer, and we kissed. We slept holding each other’s hand.

In the morning, I dressed quietly so as not to disturb Sam, then I went upstairs. In the kitchen, Lisa and Liselle had a coffee ready for me, and had made me breakfast as well. They’d both had to get up to do it; the six-foot chain was still locked to both their collars.

“It wasn’t necessary for you to wake up early just to make breakfast for me,” I told them.

“We’re pleased that we may do this small thing for you, Sir,” Liselle said.

“Well, thank you, girls. I truly do appreciate all that you’ve done for Samantha and me.”

Lisa said, "Master asked me to enquire of you if we could begin putting the restraints on Samantha this afternoon so she’s readied for your return. "

“You may prepare her inside the cage, but leave the two dildos for when I get back. I don’t want to miss the look on her face when she realises she’s stuck like that.”

“Very good, Sir,” Liselle said. “I’m sure that her reaction will be interesting.”

The crew took it easy that day at work, since the project was ahead of schedule, and it was Friday. Nigel had given us the weekend off, and we all were looking forward to a nice two days holiday. Around five, we called it quits for the day, and I jumped into my Jeep for the drive to Mike’s.

I let myself in, and as I passed by Mike’s study, I saw him on the phone with someone, but he motioned that I go downstairs. Liselle was in the kitchen, tending to dinner, and she crossed the room to give me a peck on the cheek.

“We’re glad you’re home early today,” she said. “Miss Samantha is quite eager to have her bondage completed. She has already eaten something, Sir.”

“Thanks Liselle. I’d best go see her.”

Down in the dungeon, Lisa was keeping Sam company. Sam was on her hands and knees inside the cage, her bum resting on a steel bar that was clamped to the sides. Coils of thick, soft rope went around and around her body, starting at her hips, just under her tummy, and looped up over a bar, then back around her. The rope continued over the next bar, then around her again, a little higher up. A few more loops around her belly to just under her breasts, then a bar was skipped where her breasts were, leaving them nicely exposed. Two more loops supported her chest and shoulders. I reached in to give her nipples a squeeze. Her hair was still in a long braid with the rope woven in, and it had been pulled up through the top of the cage and tied off. This served nicely to support her head.

I’d been finding tie wraps in my pockets each night, and had been dumping them in the corner beside my bag. Tie wraps are strips of plastic that you wrap a bundle of cables with and push one end through a catch in the other end. You draw the strip up tight around the cables and it locks in place to hold them. Two of these had been used to attach Sam’s bracelets to the sides of the cage. She could raise her hands a little, up and down the cage bar, with the plastic loop sliding on the bar. That was about the limits of her movement.

Around Sam’s ankles were locked the heavy shackles that I’d seen on Lisa. They looked somewhat tight, since Sam’s ankles had swollen a bit from her being pregnant. A short bar led from each of the shackles to a clamp that was bolted to the bars of the cage on either side. I saw that Sam had her old blanket back, washed, and she knelt on two small cushions. I went to my clothing bag and found my laundry had also been done. I pulled out shorts and a shirt.

“I’m just going to take a quick shower, Lisa; I won’t be long.”

After I’d cleaned up and dressed, I went back to see Sam. When I reached into her cage to stroke her cheek, she turned her head and took my finger into her mouth. She lovingly licked and sucked on my finger as I watched her rub her bum on the bar behind her. Besides Sam being tied tightly inside of a locked cage, which turned me on plenty, the simple act of her making love to my finger started to get me aroused as hell. I looked up at Lisa somewhat embarrassed, and re-arranged myself inside my shorts. Lisa smiled.

“Miss Samantha has eaten a light snack,” Lisa said. “Does she wish supper now, or would she like to finish with the bondage?”

I pulled out my finger. “Sam, are you hungry, or do you want the dildos put in now?”

It took a moment for Sam to settle down. “Could I have a glass of apple juice first?”

Lisa stood up to get Sam’s juice, and while she was gone, I asked Sam how she was. She said she was doing just fine. I told her we would put the two cocks into her for the evening and then she could have a break later on to eat something. Lately she’d been uncomfortable eating big meals, preferring to snack several times during the day instead. I slid my hand under the coils of rope to feel her tummy. I let my hand rest there for a while, feeling Sam’s regular breathing pushing her tummy against my hand. Then, I felt a small tremor as Gwen shifted her position inside a bit.

Lisa returned with a glass of juice and a straw, and she held the glass for Samantha while she drank the apple juice through the straw. When she’d finished, Lisa set the glass down on the table beside the wall. She picked up a black rubber dildo with a clamp attached to the end.

The dildo was only around five inches long, but was thick enough that Sam would certainly be aware of its presence in her pussy. Lisa gave me a look, and I nodded my head. We both went to the rear of the cage.

I reached inside and lifted Sam’s bum up off the crossbar. Lisa gently worked the rubber cock into my wife’s cunt, then I let Sam lower herself until the clamp on the dildo seated on the crossbar. Lisa turned the bolt with her fingers to snug the dildo in place.

We watched as Samantha rocked herself forward, and the tip of the dildo slipped out of her. She moved back, shifting a bit to line herself up, then took it into her again. Lisa stood up to go to the table, and she picked up some chain.

Liselle and Mike had come down to watch. Liselle helped her sister get the neck chain adjusted and locked around Samantha’s neck. They got Sam to move fully back on the rear dildo, then the long steel bar was pushed through the cage in front of Sam’s face and they locked down the clamps on the ends with a small wrench. The hollow dildo was removed from the front of the cage, disconnected from the water bottle, and positioned before Samantha’s mouth. Sam grinned at me, then opened her mouth to take the thing inside her.

The neck chains were loosely fastened to the front bar to let Sam get a feel for the two rubber cocks that were sticking into her at both ends. Sam began to rock herself back and forth, her body supported by the web of rope around her. She still had the use of her arms with the loose tie wraps through her bracelets and around the side bars, and her hands were holding onto the bars, giving her some leverage to push back on the rear dildo.

“How you doing, Sam?” I asked. “You O.K.?”

A muffled moan was my reply. Mike told me that dinner was ready, and he asked Lisa to stay behind to watch Samantha while we ate. Up in the kitchen, Liselle served Mike and I dinner, then she fixed a plate for herself. She ate quickly, then went down to let Lisa come up and have her dinner with us.

“Jim,” Mike asked me. “How long do you think Sam will stay like that down there?”

“I don’t know. She seems to have settled in nicely.”

“Well the thing is, the girls and I have to take a trip the week after next. A fellow in Seattle who does the same kind of work as I do has contacted me to do a job with him.”

Mike told me about the guy, a pro dom like Mike who’d do things for women wanting to experience a domination type scene, but needed it done in a safe environment and in a discreet manner.

“The guy’s name is Howard Cole, and he lives in Seattle,” Mike said. “He has a girlfriend who works with him, and five middle aged and quite well off ladies had been asking him to set up a pirate, kidnapping sort of thing for them. One of the girls was someone who I’d done a scene for a while back, and she put Mr. Cole on to me. We’ve exchanged a few e-mails now, and we’ve put together an idea that should please the five ladies.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“Howard knows a fellow in Vancouver that owns a big sailing ship. A big old wooden kind that’s constantly in need of repair. For a nice fee, the guy will take us out to sea to “capture” the five women off their boat. Then he’ll drop us all off on some little island that will be the pirates’ lair. We’ll have our way with the ladies on the ship, and then even more fun once we reach the island. He thinks the whole thing will take three, maybe four weeks.”

“So Sam needs to finish with the cage before you all leave,” I guessed.

“You’re both welcome to use the house for as long as you want,” Mike said. “But with the twins and me not here, and with you working, it might not be good for her to be left alone down there.”

“Not the way she is now,” I agreed.

“Sorry, Jim. I know you both wanted this, but this job’s just too juicy to pass up. When Howard found out about Lisa and Liselle being identical twins, he flipped. For the start, they’re both going to play one role, the pirate who never sleeps, the one who seems to be in two places at once. Should be a hoot.”

“It’s alright, Mike, Sam’ll probably burn out in a few days anyway. I really can’t see her lasting more than a week, all trussed up like she is.”

We finished dinner and went down to see how Sam was doing. Liselle had tightened the chains that held Sam’s head closer to the dildo, so she wasn’t able to pull back enough to get it out. When she’d rock herself forward though, the short one in back was able to slip out of her pussy. Mike had the girls adjust the crossbars in front and back closer in. Sam seemed to enjoy it more that way, and she began to rock herself a bit faster against the rubber cocks. However, the one in back would still slip out at times and she’d stab herself on it.

Her labia rings could have been used as convenient anchor points, but the chance of her doing a serious injury back there was just too great. The problem was solved by tying rope around Sam’s thighs and the crossbar so she couldn’t pull herself off the dildo. She was then free to thrash around as much as she wanted to without having either cock slip out.

The four of us were all standing around watching Samantha in the cage, and I could tell she was rather uncomfortable with us there. I knelt down to look at her.

“Are you all right Sam?” I asked.

A garbled, “Mmmm Mmmm.”

“Would you like to be alone for a while, just have me stay here with you?”

Sam grinned around the dildo in her mouth and nodded her head slightly. The chains around her neck jingled gaily. Mike and the twins cleared out, leaving me alone with my wife.

I reached into the cage to stroke Sam’s cheek, and as she rocked forward, I felt the dildo fill up her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and took it deeper into her, then made a strangled sounding groan. Sam moved backwards off the cock in her mouth while the one in back filled her pussy. She pushed her tongue past the dildo to lick my wrist. Then she smiled a crooked smile and began humping back and forth on the two rubber cocks. I had little else to do but watch her.

Actually, there was one thing I could do, and I retrieved a towel from my clothes bag, placing it under Sam’s bum to catch her juices that were already starting to drip on her blanket. I watched her pussy open up to swallow the thick dildo, and I saw her rings slide along its slick surface as she took it in. Then slowly she withdrew from it as she worked the other one down into her throat.

Samantha started to rock herself faster and faster on the two rubber cocks. I was longing to touch her, to feel some of the feelings she was getting from the dildos and from being tied tightly inside the cage. Even just being locked inside the thing for the past five days had seemed to do such wonderful things for her. Not once had she complained or so much as questioned why she had to remain stuck inside the little steel cage. Right from the start, she’d simply accepted it as her place in the world. A little, small space that she’d occupy for a time.

Sam slowed down as the first orgasm began to take hold. She pressed back on the rear cock, grinding her hips to move the thing around inside her, and she began a long, low moan. She’d jerk forward a bit, then press backward on the cock. Her moaning would change pitch as the cock in front was forced deeper into her mouth. I watched her back arch upwards, lifting her tummy clear of the ropes around it. She held herself up as the full force of her cum washed through her, her energetic wailing loud, despite the rubber dildo in her mouth.

Sam’s belly crashed down against the cushioning web of ropes as her orgasm subsided and her muscles relaxed, a low shuddering moan escaping past the dildo in her mouth. I reached into her cage to gently cup a breast in my hand. Aftershocks made her body twitch and shake, and her breathing was fast and ragged sounding. Yet, in but a few moments, she’d regained control of herself and she started to gently rock herself back and forth once more. I pushed both my arms inside to let her two nipples brush against my palms as she moved herself against the two cocks.

Even with her nipples stroking against my hands, it took Sam a bit longer for her to make herself cum again. Yet this one was a doozey. When it took her, she threw herself against the rear cock and screamed. She then leapt forward, letting the front one spear down her throat while a jet of pussy juice squirted out of her, landing a good three feet past the back of the cage. I’d moved my hands from her breasts to around her body to try to guide her movements, but as much as she was able to, she was a flurry of movement inside the small cage. She bounced herself between the two rubber cocks, ending up with the front one stuck deep into her, and she couldn’t breath. I eased her back, and she groaned a deeply satisfied groan.

Samantha’s mouth was dry and she was covered in sweat. I brought my arms out of the cage, then unhooked the water bottle from the front. I took it to the sink to fill it, then I brought it back and pushed the tube into the front dildo. After I’d hung the bottle back on the cage, Sam sucked greedily on the rubber cock until the water began to flow into her mouth. She drank over a quarter of the water, then eased herself back and smiled at me.

I stared into her bright eyes. Either she’d had enough for now, or she had not, and wanted to go again. Sam must have sensed what I was waiting for and she wriggled her bottom on the dildo as her eyes pleaded with me.

“One more, Sam, then you take a break.”

Her eyes lit up and she made a purring sound against the dildo. This time I positioned myself behind her, careful not to step in the puddle she’d made. I reached under the rear crossbar and got my finger on her clit. I began to stroke her on that little bundle of nerve endings.

Sam’s energy was pretty much spent, and she was only able to gently thrust herself between the two cocks. But with only one finger on her, I managed to coax another crashing orgasm to rip through her. After she’d done, Sam lay motionless in the web of ropes, gasping for air. I went to her head and loosened the bolt holding the dildo to the front bar. I unclipped her neck chains from the bar, then lifted her head a bit to withdraw the rubber cock from her mouth. I found a small cushion nearby to place on the bar so Samantha could rest her head on it. Then I sat with her for a few minutes until her even breathing told me she’d fallen asleep.

I got up to quietly leave the dungeon and go see what our hosts were up to. I found Mike and the twins in the kitchen, having apple pie and coffee. While the girls fixed me some, I told them that Samantha seemed to be enjoying herself, and she was taking a little nap now. After the twins had finished eating, they went down to watch over her, leaving Mike and me alone. Both girls had to go, their collars were locked together again with the long chain between them. Lisa took a piece of pie down for Sam, Liselle a glass of milk.

“You know, Jim,” Mike said to me, “we were just talking about the job coming up in Seattle. The girls really gave me a few good ideas.”

“No one knows better what a submissive likes than another submissive.”

“The girls seemed really pleased that I’m allowing them to help out in planning this scene. I’d just like to say thanks, for, you know.”

“Mike, if you and the girls find the kinds of happiness Sam and I have, then that’s all the thanks I need.”

A bit later on, I went down to see Sam, and found her still asleep, her head resting on the pillow on the crossbar with the twins sitting by her side. I sat down near Sam’s head to reach inside and softly stroke her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me.

“Is it morning, Master?”

“No, Sam. It’s around eleven at night.”

“Oh. Am I going to sleep like this?”

“I could put the cock back in your mouth if you want.”

The twins came over to me and they each gave me a little kiss goodnight. They reached into the cage to softly stroke my wife, and Sam made gentle cooing sounds as she worked her bum on the cock in back. Then the girls stood up and left us alone. I unrolled my sleeping bag and the pad, spreading it out beside Sam’s cage. I fed Sam her apple pie and held the glass of milk to let her drink. I held the bedpan beneath her rear so she could pee, and I emptied it, then I dimmed the lights, got undressed, and crawled into bed. Reaching up, I laid Sam’s pillow on the crossbar and she settled her head upon it.

“Good night, Samantha,” I said.

“Good night, Master.”

I guess one big disadvantage of being pregnant was with a baby growing inside your tummy your insides get all squashed out of the way to make room. This fact became painfully apparent as Sunday wore on, and Sam, who badly needed to shit, just couldn’t manage it with her body held horizontal inside the cage. She was starting to get annoying cramps and it wasn’t being fun anymore. Around noon, I finally had Lisa help me get Sam’s bondage off. It was a couple hours later that Sam was finally able to sit on her bedpan and make a big smelly crap.

Having Samantha locked inside Mike’s cage was kind of fun, and Sam had enjoyed the experience a lot, but I wasn’t getting a whole lot of enjoyment in having her so close yet unable to just take her in my arms and make hot love to her any way I chose. I didn’t want to say anything to her that would spoil her enjoyment, but she must have read my mind. In the afternoon, she asked me if she could get out of the cage.

Sam was sitting on her blanket taking bites from a sandwich that I was holding for her. I’d used a tie wrap to join her bracelets together behind her back.

“It’s been a nice time Master and I’ve had fun, but my legs are starting to get sore and I’d really like to stretch out. It would be nice to just get up and go for a walk. You’re not upset with me, are you?”

“Of course not, Sam, why would I be upset?”

“Because I was only in here for a week. Lisa was in for a month, and she was locked up tight in here. I barely lasted two days like that.”

“Sam, it’s not a contest to see who can take it the longest. If you’ve had fun, but now you’ve had enough, then that’s good. I’ll drive home and get the key, then I’ll let you out. It’ll be kind of nice to be able to hold you again. I’ve missed you, Sam.”

I found my cutters and snipped the tie on Sam’s bracelets. Then I pushed my arms into the cage. Sam pushed hers out, and we awkwardly hugged each other. Sam pressed her face to the bars and I kissed her.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said as we drew apart. “I’ll go get the key now, but you have to stay in there until tomorrow evening. The girls will clean you up for me tomorrow, and when I finish work, I’ll let you out. Then we’ll go home. That will make it over a full week. O.K.?”

“All right, master.”

She made it sound like she was sad about having to stay in another day, but I caught her smiling. Upstairs, I found Mike and the girls and told them of our plans. The twins were more than eager to have Samantha to themselves the next day, and promised to take good care of her and have her ready for me to take home. I made the drive home, and along the way I stopped to buy some food and stuff for our return.

The two keys to the big lock were right where I’d left them and I lifted them off the nail and hooked them to my key ring. On the drive back, my eyes kept being drawn to them hanging in the ignition, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the wondrous creature they’d release from Mike’s cage.

It was awfully tempting to get Sam out right then and have my wicked way with her, but we had a quiet candle lit supper down there, just her and I, and we sat around talking for the rest of the evening.

Next day it was tough keeping my mind on my work, and I could hardly wait for the day to be over. I met Lisa in the kitchen, and she told me they’d prepared a going away dinner for us. She and I went down to the dungeon to release Samantha.

Liselle stood when Lisa and I approached the cage. Samantha looked radiant inside it. She was sitting on a silk pillow, and she’d been scrubbed from head to toe. Her hair had been washed, dried, and brushed out, and it flowed down her back and sides, spilling off the pillow to fan out on the floor around her. Her nails were trimmed and polished, painted a deep red colour. Her face glowed, and her big tummy looked delicious. I looked at it a bit closer.

Samantha’s belly button used to be a cute dimple in her tummy, and now it had popped out. Sam saw me staring and she moved her hand to cover it. I had to touch it, so I went to her and pushed my arm inside her cage. I stroked my fingertips over the little bump.

“Sam, that’s so cute. This means the baby’s done cooking and she’s ready to come out.”

“But there’s still a month and a half till I’m due,” she said.

“I’m just joking,” I said. “But I think it means you’re as big now as you’re going to get. You look really nice Sam. Let’s get you out.”

I pulled out my keys and fitted the one into the lock. It popped open with a solid thump. After taking the lock off, I lifted the latch to the cage door and swung it open. Looking inside, I saw my pretty Samantha for the first time in a week without looking at her through steel bars. I held out my hand to her and she took it. She moved off her pillow and onto her knees, then crawled out from Mike’s cage.

Taking hold of her arms, I helped her to stand up. Her knees, which had been bent for a week, didn’t take kindly to the sudden change in her environment, and Sam stumbled against me. I held her for a few minutes to support her until her legs would support her weight. Then I took a step back to admire her radiant beauty.

Samantha shyly looked down as I cupped her belly in my hand, feeling the funny little bump of her navel pressing against my palm. I then moved to her and tilted up her head to plant a loving kiss on her lips.

“You look really great, Sam,” I whispered into her ear.

Sam hugged me tight. “Thank you, Master. I missed being able to hold you.”

“Come,” I said to her. “Let’s have dinner, then we’ll go home.”

I held her close as we walked away from the little cage in the corner. Along the wall was a big mirror, and Sam stopped in front to look at herself in it. She stood there, turning this way and that, her hair swishing around her lovely body as I watched her. She placed both hands under her belly and struck a pose that brought tears to my eyes, it was so beautiful.

“I look fat!” she said, bursting my bubble.

I put my arm around her. “No, Samantha, you look wonderful. Good enough to eat.”

The twins let out a giggle. We all headed upstairs for the supper they’d made for us.

We had a nice beef stew with fluffy dumplings and little potatoes and carrots, with a delicious bottle of white wine to drink. Sam ate sparingly since she was quite uncomfortable now that her insides had shifted to a different position after being let out of the cramped cage, but she was happy and contented nonetheless. I stood up with glass in hand.

“Mike, Lisa, Liselle,” I raised my glass to each in turn, “I’d like to thank you all for letting us stay with you for this time. I know it’s been an extra bother, but Samantha and I truly appreciate it.”

“It really hasn’t been a bother, Jim,” Mike said. “We’ve been pleased to have you folks over. Any time you wish to use the dungeon, just let us know and we’ll be happy to oblige.”

“That may be difficult after the baby comes,” I said.

“Well,” Mike said, “you have three good baby sitters here, if mom and dad ever need some time alone.”

The twins smiled at us. Sam began to smile as she realized that having a baby around might not curtail our sex life that much after all.

After supper Samantha dressed in the jacket and boots she’d come here with, then Mike and the girls went outside with us to see us off. It was a nice warm April evening, and most of the snow Sam saw when last she’d been outside had melted. We got in the truck and made an easy drive home.

The house was chilly, and I first cranked up the heat. Despite the cool air, Sam shook off her jacket, since being nude for a week had conditioned her to now being uncomfortable with clothes on. I poured her a glass of apple juice, and she made herself a cheese sandwich while I took a fast shower. I found her in our bed under the covers. Naked myself, I slid into the warm nest alongside my wonderful wife.

I began with her face, kissing her eyelids and her cute nose. Then I feasted upon her lips for a while. Across her chin and around her neck, then down, down, down to her breasts. Gently sucking on her nipples, first one, then the other; they hardened beneath my tongue.

After several minutes, I left those lovely pleasure buds to travel lower still. Up and across the vast expanse of her taut tummy, planting little kisses as I went, until I got to her inside out belly button. There I paused to softly caress it with my tongue, gently sucking the strange little bump into my mouth. She squirmed beneath me.

“Stop,” she cried. More softly, “It tickles.”

I followed the curve of her swollen belly down, lower still, to the bushy part of her pussy. I brought up my hand to stroke her furry pelt, neatly trimmed around the edges, freshly shaved. A slight musky odour rose to greet me, to call to me with a hint of cloying sweetness.

I scooted down until my feet pushed out beneath the covers, until my legs hung off the bed. Between Samantha’s lovely legs, I settled myself. I placed the tip of my nose against her, to gently rub her there. Inching ahead slightly, I pushed between her labia rings to breath deep of her scent. A tiny drop it must have been, placed there by Lisa, or Liselle. I must discover the name of the perfume, its subtle fragrance, dew dampened raspberries on a fresh summer’s morning, making me dizzy with desire. My tongue snaked out to lick Sam’s soft folds of skin, then up to play across her clit.

Samantha brought her legs up to give me better access, presenting herself to me, open, ready, and delicious. I licked the length of her from bottom to top. Sucking into my mouth her lips, one and then the other, her little rings clicked against my back teeth. My tongue pushing inside was met with a warm gush of tangy tasting liquid as Sam’s hips traced a tiny circle around me. Her hands came to my head, fingers entwined into my hair, and Samantha came in a great big rush. My world shrank to a tiny spot and my head followed her movements while my tongue flicked madly across her clitoris.

Samantha’s thighs gripped my head tight while she pulled on my hair to hold me to her. My cock pressed against the mattress and twitched in pain. My lust for her was driven into overdrive, and as even as Sam was calling out in her desire I was on the move. Up between those legs of hers I rose until I faced her. My cock at her entrance, I guided it into her sweet, boiling pussy. I tried to bend to kiss her lips, but a big bulge was in the way, so I held myself above her body and drove my cock inside her.

Sam brought her hands up my arms and held on to my shoulders as I began to forcefully thrust into her. However I quickly realised I was hitting her cervix, and I slowed as to not hurt her, or Gwen. This would be one of the few times I’d fucked with Sam that she wasn’t bound in any way. Her bracelets were in front of me, and I dipped my head to kiss and lick her wrists, but the two rings of stainless steel, welded on around them, had now become a part of her, and by themselves couldn’t count as bondage.

I was careful to be gentle, yet Sam quickly had another mind blowing cum. My cock gently stroked inside her while she writhed in ecstasy. Her slippery wetness enveloped me and I began to press on with urgency. Images of my pretty Samantha began to take shape in the back of my mind. Samantha bent over a rock, tied down. A black rubber bit in her mouth and her, smiling at me. Her in the canoe chained hand and foot. Helping me paddle into the unknown. Her feet tied close and her hanging upside down. From a tree. Swinging slightly in the breeze. Samantha, sitting crouched in Mike’s cage, a small and fragile creature trapped inside a tiny, cramped, steel cage. And Samantha beneath me now, her bulging tummy rubbing against mine as I banged my cock into her. Into my beautiful Samantha.

I lowered my head to her chest, held on to her hips tightly. Supporting myself up so as not to press on our child, I came and came into the sweet creature that was my lovely wife Samantha.

We lay together on our sides, face to face, Sam’s belly pressed against mine. I could feel the little creature inside, restlessly moving around.

“I missed you Sam, having you close like this.”

“I missed you too.” Sam was quiet for a time, then she asked, “Do you think it was selfish of me to want to be by myself in Mike’s cage, to be in there apart from you?”

“Well, it was something you did mainly for yourself, Samantha. Being inside the cage was something you had to try, to see, and to understand if you liked it. I know you had a nice time in there. Why?”

“You didn’t have much fun with me stuck in there. We couldn’t hold each other properly, or do much else together. I sometimes felt a bit guilty having so much fun while you could only sit and watch me.”

It was my turn to be quiet for a time, while I thought up a good answer.

“It wasn’t like we were apart, Sam. You were right there for me to touch. We were separated by the bars of the cage, but it wasn’t for so long. We have a lifetime to be together. Being in there was something you had to do for yourself. I would never want to stop you from doing something that you really wanted to do.”

“Thank you, Master, for being so understanding.”

Monday morning, six A.M. Me, on the highway heading for work in the city. Going in early in the morning was a little better with less cars on the road, and I could stop later for coffee and something to eat before starting work.

The job on the hospital computer upgrade was almost finished, and the other installers had been laid off to other jobs, leaving Nigel, Carlos, and me to clean things up and finish off. While Nigel worked on getting the programs and the data files set up, Carlos and I went around the building testing terminals and routers, dressing up the cables and replacing ceiling tiles. Easy work that didn’t put too much strain on one’s brain.

By the end of the week, things were running smoothly, so Carlos left for another job, leaving Nigel, me, and a young student who we’d hired on as apprentice trainee. A few weeks later, Nigel informed me that he’d be leaving in a few months for greener pastures, and he planned on recommending me to fill his position in the hospital as head administrator for the computer systems. It would leave me with more responsibilities, lots more. But the salary increase would be hard to pass up.

I talked it over with Samantha that evening, and she said I should go for it. The extra money would be nice, but spending less time with Sam, and the baby, would be tough. Still, nose to the grindstone and all that rot.

I drove Sam to see her doctor in the city on a bright sunny, spring-like day. He just did a quick exam of Sam, feeling her tummy and measuring her size. We sat in his office for a while, talking about what to expect in a month from now. He talked about the painkillers that were available, and Samantha asked if she could perhaps try to go without them.

“Many women these days prefer to have a more natural form of childbirth,” the doctor told Sam. “I caution my patients not to hold steadfast to the idea of having no interventions at all. Each birth is different, and where some women have a fairly easy time of it, others find their labour and the associated pain just too overwhelming. The decision is, of course, yours, and we can wait until your labour is well under way before making any final decisions on pain relief.”

Later on in the Jeep, I asked Sam, “Sam, I know you have a rather high pain tolerance, but you’re not thinking…”

I saw her eyes dance for a moment, and I said no more.

Sam and I went to the library to check out a few more “What to expect when you’re expecting” type baby books. Apparently, having a trusted and calm, gentle companion along makes the woman feel more secure and more at ease, and the birthing process usually goes a lot smoother under those kinds of circumstances. I seemed to fit the bill as gentle, trusted companion. Over the next couple of weeks, Sam and I went through the various breathing exercises described in the books, and we read up on what we’d expect during the period of labour and the final delivery.

Mike and the girls returned from the trip to Seattle and invited themselves over for dinner one evening. Mike was eager to tell us how great the job went with him and Howard Cole. Apparently, two of the ladies had no idea the kidnapping had been set up, and believed they were really being captured by real life pirates. This made for a few tense moments during the beginning, until the two were finally let in on the game.

Even the boat’s owner played a part as the swarthy first mate, and Mike proudly told us that the twins played their roles brilliantly. “Howard was amazing,” Mike said. “He was the pirate captain on the ship, the good pirate, while I played the bad pirate. Once the clients began to trust him we switched. On the island, I was the nice one while Howard was the cruel one. The girls didn’t know who to run to.” In the end, a simply amazing time was had by all.

A few days later, we met with Sam’s doctor again, with less than two weeks to go. Everything looked good to him; the baby was turned the right way and now sat low in Sam’s pelvis, just waiting for the right time. Sam was big, awkward, and mostly grumpy now, not interested in doing much else but sitting around the house waiting. Still fun in bed, though.

Three A.M., on a rainy Sunday morning, Sam shook me awake. I looked at the clock, then rolled to face her. Sam’s face was set in a grimace and her hand on my shoulder trembled. I put my hand on her tummy and felt the contraction easing. Sam smiled at me.

“I think it’s time,” she simply said.

We lay in bed and I held her close. Sam went through two more contractions as I timed them. Hard and regular, about eight minutes apart. I phoned the hospital, the same one I worked at. Sam’s doctor coincidentally worked from that one. I knew the head nurse who picked up.

“Hi, Judy, It’s me, Jim. It looks like Samantha has gone into labour, her contractions are eight minutes apart.”

“Oh, you’ve got lots of time. Give her an hour or two, and if she keeps up and they get closer together, you might as well come in.”

“Thanks Judy, I’ll call back later then.”

I went and washed my hands, then I felt up inside Sam with a finger. I knew what she normally felt like up there, but I couldn’t really tell any difference. Sam and I lay together for a while as her contractions continued. I had a stopwatch, and sure enough, they slowly began getting closer together. I pushed a finger in, and low and behold, even I could tell her cervix was starting to open up.

“We’d best be going,” I said to Sam.

We had a little something to eat and drink, and I called the hospital, then I walked Samantha out to the truck, me holding her and her bag, her, the umbrella. I got her settled in, then I went around and got in, and we drove to the hospital.

There was no traffic that time of the morning, and I knew where all the potholes were, so I missed them so as not to jar Sam. It was close to six when I pulled up in front and helped Sam up the steps and into the building. I left her while I parked the Jeep; I found her sitting in admissions filling out a form. After that a wheelchair appeared, and I pushed my wife along the hall to the elevator, then up to the delivery rooms on the fourth floor.

I was ordered into a room and told to put on a white gown while Sam was settled into another room. In a short while, a nurse came to get me and I was seated beside Sam’s bed. I held her hand as she strained through another contraction. When it was done, she looked at me and smiled.

Sam’s labour lasted through most of the morning. I sat beside her while nurses and doctors would come and go. They’d look in on her, sometimes poke and prod, then leave us alone once more. I’d be ordered out at times, but I’d hold my ground. Allowances would be made because most of the staff had seen me around, and besides, I was the poor, confused husband. And still, it was my doing that started all this, why shouldn’t I stick around.

I’d hold her upright while she groaned and strained. I’d wet a cloth to sooth her fevered brow. Fetch her water for her to drink, hold a proffered container of juice for her. I’d coach her through the breathing, and after, I’d tell her how beautiful she was, even though she was sweaty and puffy eyed from the exertions.

Sam’s water broke, but it was hardly a flood. There was a bit of a gush, then more a dribbling seepage. She’d squirt almost as much when she cums, I thought, and I squeezed her shoulders, massaged her sore back. A nurse came around to change the pad under her. Sam tensed, as another contraction took hold. She moaned long, then yelped out loud, as clear liquid dribbled out of her pussy. Sam slumped back; she looked at me, a goofy grin spread wide. Could she possibly be enjoying this?

Sam’s mood darkened as noon rolled around. The washcloth was too wet, too cold. “I’m hot, I’m thirsty,” she’d groan and strain, she’d yell and curse. Transition. The time of squeezing to open her cervix was over; the time of pushing out a baby was at hand.

Sam’s doctor put in an appearance and I was ordered out. A nurse came to my rescue with a subtle “The husband wishes to remain” in the doctor’s ear. He shrugged, then plunged his hand into Samantha.

“Ten Centimetres,” he did declare. Sam was told to push, and I held on. I could tell it was different now, much more strain for Sam, more pain too, I imagined. The doctor stood and watched, then placed his hand on Sam’s abdomen. He smiled; Sam smiled too. All was well.

This time when I was told to go, I did. To the change room for green scrubs and a mask. Sam was wheeled to another room, The Room. Under the bright lights, ‘It’s Show Time!’

Well, not quite. You expect thing to happen fast, and on a few times they do. Yet mostly, it’s hurry up and wait. It seemed like forever before I was called, to come into the room. A seat beside Sam’s bed and I sat down. I looked around, then I looked up. A big mirror, and in it, reflected back to me and Sam, her gaping pussy. Two silver rings spread farther apart than I ever thought possible.

“Sam,” I whispered in her ear. “Look at your pussy.”

Sam’s face was screwed in a grimace of pain.

“Don’t push, Samantha,” the nurse told her, “breath through it.”

I held her head and coached her through the puffing and blowing. Sam collapsed with a long groan.

“Are you all right, Sam?” I asked, for lack of anything intelligent to say.

“I…I think so, Mas, uh, Jim.”

The doctor came in, followed by a retinue of nurses and extras, and the show got under way.

“How are we doing, Samantha?” he asked. “Do you need something for the pain?”

“I…” Sam took a breath. “I’m O.K.”

“All right. Now on the next contraction, I want you to push. O.K.?”

I wondered what she’d been doing. “O.K,” she answered.

The next one began to build and Sam tried to raise herself. I helped to support her and she bore down hard. She began panting with the strain, then moaning loudly. In the mirror, I saw a bulge, her labia rings spread even wider apart, and the bluish coloured bulge began to appear. The top of the baby’s head.

“I’m going to do the episiotomy now, Samantha. Are you all right?”

Sam was gasping for air, but in between breaths, she managed to give a tiny nod. An instrument was handed over, which of course was a scalpel. The doctor made a small straight cut to avoid a jagged tear. I’d turned away from the mirror to gaze upon Samantha’s face. A sharp surface bite of pain, overlaid on her deeper thundering pain. When her eyes flickered open, they locked on mine. And she smiled at me.

“Here it comes,” she whispered.

I glanced towards the doctor, but he was ready.

“Deep breath, Samantha,” he said.

With a glance, I saw the baby’s head begin to move and her tiny ears pushed past Sam’s labia rings. Sam threw her head back against my arms and howled a howl I’d heard her make many times before. Her face was red, her chest was flushed a bright red. Samantha has never admitted to it, but I felt that the signs were unmistakable. As our first-born came into the world, it seemed like her mother was experiencing something akin to orgasm.

The baby’s head came out, followed by her shoulders, then the rest came out in a messy gush. A nurse had a rubber syringe ready to suck goo from the child’s mouth and nose. The baby moved her head aside, then opened its tiny mouth and let out a loud screech. Sam and I watched as those first wet breaths turned our baby’s skin from purplish blue to a healthy reddish pink.

The cord was clamped and severed, the baby was carried to a table, and gently the slime was sponged off her. She was then tagged with her name in tiny beads on a string, wrapped in a hospital blanket, brought towards us, and placed in Samantha’s outstretched arms.

Eight pounds, four ounces, a health baby girl. We’ll name her Guenivere, but everyone will call her Gwen, for short.

[End chapter 5]

[Epilogue:]

Dateline: Algonquin Provincial Park - Canada. Six years later, August long weekend.

Evening, sitting on the beach. Quiet time. If I had a favourite time of the day, evenings would probably be it. Finish dinner, clean up. Maybe take a shower, or a rinse in the lake later on. Grab lawn chairs, a cup of your preferred beverage, and hit the beach.

Gwen is sculpting her sand castle for the third time today. Tall with ornate looking spires, she’s using a small stick to carve windows on one tower. William, but we call him Bill for short, Billy pauses in his digging, looks at his sister, gauges her progress on the castle, and decides the time is ripe to strike.

Gwen senses him coming and rocks back on her heels moments before her brother dives headlong into her sand sculpture. Billy comes up spitting sand. Gwen smiles, pleased with his distress from not yet learning to close his mouth. She looks over at us, and I wave to her. While her brother eradicates all traces of the sand castle, Gwen comes to sit with Sam and I.

Samantha’s belly is big with our third child and I feel him stirring restlessly inside my wife’s tummy. I gently take my daughter’s hand to place it on her mommy’s bulge.

“Your new sister wants to come out and play,” I say to her.

Gwen will be starting school this fall, her brother Billy turned three this past March. Sam and I had planned on stopping at two, and her doctor had inserted an I.U.D. into her womb to prevent another pregnancy. He might as well have planted a potato up there, since two weeks after Billy’s birthday, Samantha missed her period.

Gwen sits on my lap as mom awkwardly rises from her chair, then waddles down the beach to tend to our son. I watch, transfixed by her beauty, as she scoops up water to wash sand from Billy’s face and mouth, her two bracelets flashing in the evening’s last sunlight. I hold my daughter closely, pointing out to the lake. Liselle and Lisa, paddling a canoe, Mike sitting like a Samoan king in the centre.

I carry Billy and a chair, Samantha has her chair in one hand, Gwen’s hand in her other, and we make our way back to our campsite. I stare for the umpteenth time at a child’s small hand fingering the ring of steel around her mother’s wrist. We pass by Mike’s big motor home with its flush toilet and shower, the air conditioning. To our big, patched tent with the screened in front section you can sit in if the bugs are bad.

Later on, the hot chocolate drunk, the marshmallows roasted over the campfire and eaten, the kids settled into their beds, Samantha and I sit close together by the fire, listening to a far away baseball game on the little radio. Tomorrow, Mike and the twins are taking our two kids for the day, hiking on a couple of the shorter nature trails in the park. Sam and I will paddle a nearby river to a secluded swamp that we know about for a little bit of fun.

I place my hand on Sam’s belly, and baby number three is quiet now. I lean close and kiss my wife; she returns the kiss with passion. Life is good.

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[End of story, “The Ad.”] C/W Dino. June 2000

Note: The idea of Mike being a professional dominant, and the character of Howard Cole from Seattle was lifted, with permission, from a story entitled “Submission in Seattle”, and can be found on the Leviticus website. (http://www.dajungle.com/stories/leviticus/)