Chapter 9

Strangely enough, as exciting as I found the prospect of introducing bondage into our relationship to be, Sally and I didn't start using the cellar right away. She was ready, more than ready, but she understood I was not there yet. There was a large part of it I wasn't comfortable with, not the least of which was the pain involved. I didn't talk about it either, although I spent many long hours down there by myself, thinking, trying to understand what this was all about, what this would do to our relationship, what part I could and would be willing to play. I had several issues to deal with. Until I was ready, I wasn't going to bring it any further into our relationship than it had already intruded.

As time went by, slowly, the three of us settled into a kind of routine. Janey had school, I had work and Sally, and Sally had Janey. Then school ended for the summer and we both had Janey. She just kind of hung around, underfoot.

Neither Sally nor I were prepared for her listlessness. This active, goal-oriented teenager was suddenly mashed potatoes. By the end of the second week of summer break I got fed up with tripping over her, getting no civil response to reasonable questions, and the mindless drivel she was watching - or at least staring at on TV. Something drastic was called for, so I did something impulsive. Well, OK, so I planned it first. The two girls thought it was impulsive, and that's all that counts, right? I quietly made several telephone calls and pulled in some favors. Everything fell neatly into place, as I had hoped - prayed? - it would. Clout is really nice when you have it.

That night at dinner I announced I would be in charge of the entire next day. They could like it or not, tuff shit. I told them they could call their friends and cancel any plans, as I was not taking "No" as an answer. From either one of them. I would give them the itinerary, their instructions and their clothing in the morning. That raised at least one eyebrow. Then I left the house. I didn't want to take a chance on either one of them talking me out of it or digging out the surprise. I knew my limits with these two and when it came to giving in and giving up, I was an expert.

On my return with several small packages, Sally hovered about, sniffing for a hint. But no amount of wheedling, and God, could she wheedle, produced the slightest whiff of the next day's events.

The next morning, I got them up early. On each of their beds were three packages, numbered 1, 2, and 3. Sally tore into her boxes like it was Christmas. The first box held a pair of shorts, a half-T, and tennis shoes, with bootie socks. Nothing else. The disappointment in her eyes almost made me fess up to the plans for the day. The second sack contained a baseball glove.

Clearly puzzled, and slightly more curious now, she opened the third. A baseball cap and a pennant from a near-by AAA baseball team and a ticket for tonight's game. She grinned at me, lighting the room. It was all the thanks I needed.

She gestured towards the two skimpy pieces of clothing. "Anything else?"

I shook my head, grinning.

Her eyes widened as she eyeballed the slight droop of her breasts against the bottom hem of the shirt.

"I'll have to be careful."

"Please, not on my account!" I said, grinning from ear to ear. I hoped I had estimated it just right. Janey's top was even shorter. Both of them would be very aware of their cock teasing attire the entire day. All I could do was hope for an exciting game and that we didn't run into any drunk or overly aggressive males. I was prepared to deal swiftly should one - or more - get within a grab of either of my girls, especially Janey. That would set her back a lot, but I had always believed that without risk, there is no gain. I applied that philosophy to life as well as my finances.

Sally went in to help Janey get ready, her infectious laughter soon joined by her daughter's gasps and giggles. I heard Janey protest

"But, Mom! I've never dressed like this to go out in public!"

"I know, dear. Me neither. But it's what he wants for today."

"I, uh, we both look like cock teasers!"

"Then I guess we'll just have to play the part he wants us to play. But for today only, clear?"

More giggles followed with some practice tease lines and outrageous blatant poses in front of the mirror in Janey's room. I watched from the doorway as both figured out how high they could move their arms or shrug their shoulders before they exposed themselves to their viewing public. It was going to be impossible to avoid, and they both agreed that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Sally gasped as Janey walked across the room. We all saw her bounce in and out of view just from walking. I guess I got her shirt a bit too short. Sally glared at me in the mirror as I shrugged an "oops" to her. I really hadn't meant it to be that short. She then got a funny look in her eye, pulled out some scissors and trimmed a good two inches off her own shirt. She couldn't even take a deep breath without showing it all.

"There, that's better, don't you think?"

They linked arms, grinning conspiratorially, and announced they were ready to go.

Over the first hurdle, but oh, so many more to go...

I whistled appreciatively at the two goddesses and handed them each a light windbreaker on the way out the door, telling them to hurry as we had to keep to the schedule. Sally checked her ticket for the time of the game. It didn't start until 7:00 that night and the stadium was only 60 miles away. She shrugged and helped me get Janey into the back seat of my car. Neither wanted the cover of the windbreakers, so the light jackets went into the trunk, along with the baseball gloves.

I took the long way around, heading to the next town over from the stadium. There I stopped for breakfast at a health food place I had invested in several years prior. I had warned the folks who ran it I might stop in, with my 'special' guests, and they really put on a show for us.

Janey thought all I ate was artery-clogging processed foods, and when I pulled into this out of the way place, she figured it was a greasy spoon, and said as much. Sally was just as bewildered, but more observant. She saw the high-end autos in the parking lot and the sleekness of the clientele. The high-tech, high-priced exercise facility attached to the restaurant clued her in that this just might be something other than what it appeared.

Janey turned suddenly modest and we could only get her to come in after I had retrieved the light jackets from the trunk. She was still somewhat reticent, but when she suddenly spied a young waiter, a 'hunk with buns,' as she described him, she said she would come with us if we could sit at his station. Thank you, God, for raging hormones. I told her I would see what I could do, and in we went.

I think Janey would have eaten lard on pork rinds that morning and not noticed. That poor waiter was run ragged. She had him take back the yogurt, because it wasn't ripe yet. Then the toast because it was too light, then too dark, then too hard, and so on. The water was too warm, there was a microscopic nick in her glass, her place settings didn't match Sally's and mine, then they didn't match the table next to us and it clashed, upsetting her appetite. She almost drooled as she stared at his butt as he walked back to the kitchen, again. And again. And again. I will admit, she was rather inventive and kept him busy running back and forth the whole time we were there.

I was trying to hold a conversation with my partners, the owners, introducing them to Sally. We had to point at Janey during the introductions, as her attention was elsewhere. Several times we were interrupted by raucous laughter from the tables around us. Most of the patrons sitting around us had caught on to what Janey was doing, and were thoroughly enjoying the floorshow. Some even helped out, sending the poor waiter past our table so Janey could get an additional eyeful.

With all the complaints Janey was making, the mangers were worried that things weren't going well and mentioned that the waiter, on his first day, might not make it to his second. Sally reassured them that he was doing just fine, that the problem was much more of her daughter's doing than anything else. I, too, reassured them that, knowing Janey and her determination, there was absolutely nothing the poor kid could do about it. I intended to leave a substantial tip for the poor rookie.

He was coming towards our table, lugging an over-full, ill-stacked tub of dirty dishes, when Janey gave him her own special gratuity. Her windbreaker had fallen open just so, and, as she caught his eye, she winked, slowly raising both her hands to re-adjust the baseball cap on her head. It took her a long time to get it just right. Her 'tips,' framed by the dark windbreaker, riveted him, as well as several lucky tables behind him. Stunned, he dropped the tub, breaking every dish in it with a crash that silenced every conversation in the room.

I watched her flash him from my seat. I had a clear view of what she had done and what he could see. Considering I had only left money, I figured she had given him the better tip. Mine would just about cover the breakage. Hers would last him a lifetime. Unbeknownst to me, Sally slipped him a $50.00 bill and a peck on the cheek on the way out. Who knows what she showed him as she did that? Or where she had the bill stashed?

The next stop was a long ways off. I urged them to use the facilities before we got underway. Both snapped very erotic nipple-flashing salutes with an "Aye, aye, Sir" and marched off to the ladies room. Time passed, and I finally wandered out to the car to wait for them there. I was standing next to my car when an old family friend and his wife drove up and we began to talk, catching up on mutual acquaintances from home. I had my back turned to the restaurant and wasn't aware the girls were approaching until I heard,

"Hey, mista. If we show ya our boobies, will ya give us a ride in yer big red car? I'll letcha play with mine if I can drive it. Huh? I get my license next year and I need the practice. Whaddya say? Deal? Here, feel hers, too. Hers ain't real, mine are! Feel the difference?"

My friend turned apoplectic as the two temptresses clung to me, one on each arm. As they rubbed their chests up and down my arms they showed my friend and his wife their goodies. I started to introduce Sally and Janey to them, but something was different about them. It took a minute, then it hit me. They had changed their hair. Both now had twin pig tails of hair, sprouting out of their heads almost sideways. And the makeup was either gone, or so artfully applied that they looked - both of them - no older than 14. 15 max. I didn't think I could introduce a cock-teasing 15-year-old as 'my intended' with a straight face, so I grabbed a handful of ass in each hand and said,

"Sure, kids. Climb in. Say, I think I've got some candy in my pocket. Why don't you reach in and see if you can find it?"

I winked at my friend and his red-faced wife, mouthed 'Let's do lunch,' and hustled the two vixens into my car. They both waved 'Goodbye' enthusiastically, much to the visible delight of the old man.

I would have a lot of explaining to do to my friend, the judge, when we got around to that lunch.

Chapter 10

"That nice old man you two were flashing was Judge Hawthorne, of the State Supreme Court, and his wife. He was a partner in the law firm with my father before his appointment to the bench. I, uh, dated their daughter for a long time. Our families are close, or at least they were, until today."

"And you didn't even introduce me! Aren't I your fiancé? Are you ashamed of me already?"

I stopped the car and pulled off to the side of the road. They had switched seats, with Sally sitting in the back.

"I have never been more proud of you. It's just that, well, their daughter still thinks of me as her property sort of, and they were expecting her to arrive at any moment. Her mother supports her daughter fully in that fantasy, too, by the way. And you know how it is with mothers and daughters, right?"

"You mean if we had stayed, I could have met a piece of your past?"

"She was never a 'piece' of my past. I was a 'piece' to her, like a trophy or furniture. And no, I never got a 'piece' from her. First she played hard to get, then hard to lose."

"So, that old broad didn't look too spry. Whasa matta, don'cha think we's could take 'em?"

"Believe me, I would almost pay money to see you two tangle with those two. WWF would lose rating points that night. Seriously, when you do meet them, and you will, don't turn your back on them if you're near the serving line. Too many knives lying around. And always stay close to at least two witnesses."

Janey's eyes were as big as saucers as she followed this conversation. At least she didn't think I was joking.

I made a mental note to schedule a lunch with ol' Thorny for the next week. He'd already gotten a good rise out of this story. I'd just fill in a few blanks, beginning with Janey's attack, to help him smooth it out at home. He understood daughters. He just had no idea how to control his own.

Following breakfast we headed to a much larger city about an hour away, but again it was in the wrong direction from the stadium. Sally and Janey were back to behaving like perfect brats. If not clean, at least it was a lot of fun. Comments about 'taking the long way', 'are we there yet?', 'is this the right road', 'is this an away game,' 'and 'I have to stop and go potty' came out of the passenger and rear seats with increasing frequency the farther we got from the night's destination.

Both girls quieted down, however, as I pulled into the parking area of a very exclusive section of the city. Both of them knew exactly where we were. It was a shoppers paradise, a ten-square block area of downtown filled with boutiques and specialty shops. Both had hinted strongly over the last year or so that this was 'the' place they would really like to visit, e.g. to spend my money. What they didn't know was that I had put this whole area together personally, and knew all of the shop owners very well. The owners were not just owners, but skilled craftsmen.

This exclusive area was known as 'The Guild' and that is exactly what it was: A throwback to the times when the guild craftsmen established the acceptable levels of workmanship and art, not Wal-Mart or K-Mart shoppers. It had been hugely successful, even to the point of being frequently and occasionally fairly well imitated in other cities. The waiting list to get into my shops was long and getting longer. The quality of the work done here was becoming world renown as the standard to meet. The prices of the pieces crafted here were understandably and justifiably exorbitant, and best of all, it made huge returns for my real-estate investment and management company. And me.

I had been awarded a sizable stake in the project based on its success, and I had received additional incentives as I continued to manage it to greater heights - and profits. My share had grown to a small fortune over the last 10 years. It wasn't all paper profit, either. I made sure I got cash flow out of it. Today I was going to start plowing back into the shops a lot of that capital, but if what I had planned worked out, it would be well worth it.

For the next several hours, we wandered up and down the narrow cobblestone streets, apparently just shopping. We were actually on a very organized schedule. Sally began to suspect something after about the third shop I specifically guided them into.

The routine was the same in each shop. As we entered, the artist or shopkeeper would welcome me warmly by name, making the effort to come out and greet me with unrehearsed enthusiasm. The other customers, if any, would be gently, but quickly, ushered out, and a "Private Showing, Please Return in One Hour" sign set in the window. Shades were drawn to curious passersby, and then both girls would be measured in a manner appropriate to the craft of the artisan. The persons measuring them would always be women, never men, though there were a couple of them I wasn't sure about. Sally made sure Janey was never left alone with those two clerks.

In the boot-maker's shop they had two plaster castings made of their legs and lower torso, one with their toes pointed straight down, the other standing normally. At the dressmaker's shop, a whole body cast was made of each of my girls. Similarly, at the foundation shop, another cast, but of only the torso and upper thighs. For each cast, some or usually all of their minimal clothing would be removed, they would be powdered, placed in molds, the quick-dry plaster poured and dried. Afterwards, they would be offered a shower, refreshment, and then efficiently ushered back to the waiting room or back office where I would be talking to the owner.

We were right on schedule as we turned into the third to the last shop on my agenda for the day. These last three stops would be tricky. I pulled Sally to the side.

"I need to speak with Janey for a moment. Will you please cooperate and not have as much fun as you have been having so far today? It is important."

Her eyes danced as she considered her answer. With a nod of her head, she reached up and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're in charge today, remember. All you have to do is ask. I will do whatever you say."

I could hear the devil in her voice. Then she got serious and her voice got tight.

"I do love you, you know. I don't know what you're trying to do, but I am having a hell of a lot more fun than I thought I would. Best ball game I've ever been to. Hint, hint?"

"Oh, we'll get there. All in good time. Now, please send your lovely daughter over here so I can speak with her."

I paused, still holding her close to me.

"I love you, too, Sal. More than life. Cross your fingers that what I have planned works out."

I think that last part shook her a bit. One thing, I only called her 'Sal' when I get dead serious. It was the kind of signal that develops between two people when they get close. My signal told her I was scared and on unfamiliar ground. I wasn't at all sure of the rules of this game or of their reactions. I hoped beyond hope I had not miscalculated the day's events or the roles I had them playing.

It was a game, we all knew it. I knew Sally was having fun. Hell, she needed the stress relief almost more than Janey. Still, she was over-playing it just a bit. I hoped she would tone it down, or I would be molesting them both inside the hour. I'm not made of stone, and while Sally wouldn't have minded, it would have defeated the whole point with Janey.

Sally brought Janey over to me in front of a men's clothing storefront. The girl's bouncing step told me Sally had not said anything to dampen her daughter's behavior. Her nipples peeked up at me, flashing in and out of cover as she came to a stop before me. God, how much longer... Sally started to move away.

"No, Sally, you can stay and listen, if you want. I won't be giving away any secrets."

I grinned at her, and she made an impish face back, getting back into her role for the day. Good.

"Janey, I need you to be serious for a moment and listen carefully. We have had a lot of fun today, and there is more to come, I promise, regardless of what happens now. I know I said I was in charge today, and you and your Mom have given me more credit for being responsible than I deserve. But I can't make the next two choices for you. I'm sorry to have to do this today, in the middle of the fun, but I couldn't avoid it."

I paused, and not for effect. This was touchy ground. Well, best said straight out, right?

"The next two stores have to do with blatantly sexual items..."

Sally's eyes widened. We were standing across the street from a Tack Shop. Her grin made my heart stop, then take off like a rocket. She had just figured out what all the fittings were for in the shops prior to this one. She was pleased. Boy, would I get lucky tonight! When I continued, her expression changed from adoration to mortification.

"...that your Mom and I may make use of in the future. I can't ask you to come in, and I can't make you stay out. If you come in with us, you will be measured, probably by a man, same as your Mom. If you stay outside, I have arranged for you to be some place safe while your Mom and I are inside. The measurements will be extremely personal and a bit uncomfortable. Do you understand? Do you have any questions?"

She was thoughtful for a moment. Like her mom, her ditzy act was just that. She was fully aware of what she was doing.

"If I go in, does it commit me to do anything in the future?"

"No. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to. That's why I'm asking you this."

"If I stay out here, can I still play the ditzy blonde babe?"

"Actually, I have arranged for you to tour the nun's cloister, just around the corner. Only women are allowed in. I don't think it would be appropriate for you to behave in an unseemly way. Do you?

"Nah. What's the next store? Can I skip this one and go to the next. I'm not really into horses and that bestiality crap. That's more her thing."

Sally just about choked on her wad of gum at that. Apparently, they were after each other's goats as well as mine.

"Sorry, it's a take both or leave both offer."

"Do you want me to go in?"

This last was said in a small voice, while desperately searching my eyes for an answer. I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She hated that. Now, there was no shrinking away from my lips as I spoke so low only she could here.

"Janey, I only want you to be happy..."

I looked across at Sally, who was waiting intently for Janey's decision. She knew it was one she could not help her with.

"...just like I want your Mom to be happy."

Janey looked at her mother, and I guess they linked or something. They both held out their hands to me and we went in to the Tack Shop together. Me and two very excited cock-teasing nymphettes.

They settled down quickly once we entered the store. I swear Sally had an orgasm from just the aroma of leather that swept over us as we went through the display area. She stopped stock still, then moved as if in a dream over to a display of a riding saddle and some bridles. Equestrian, not human. She let the sensuous leather of the saddle brush across the exposed lower sides of her breasts as she rubbed them back and forth. Her hands first touched and then wound themselves around in the soft caresses of the bridles hanging down from the high ceiling. She was lost in another world.

Janey watched her mother, then turned to look at me with death in her eyes. She had seen this before, had gone through this with her once before. It had not been particularly pleasant for her, either. I could understand her rage.

"I am not Gary. I will not hurt her or expose her to shame. I promise you that, Janey."

I could not say anything else. I think she sensed my hesitation with this bondage stuff, that I was being pulled into it by her mother's tremendous needs and desires, not the other way around. She also sensed her mother's intense need. And I think she was also a bit curious about what attracted her mother into it. She was, after all, her mother's daughter.

The fire receded, leaving a bright twinkle. We understood each other. Kind of.

The owner, a rather young man in his twenties, came over and greeted me, as had the other shopkeepers. As there were no other customers, he simply locked the door and lowered the "Closed" sign. Turning, he held up two fingers with a questioning look.

I nodded.

He looked at Janey and blushed deeply. I hoped he could get through this with his dignity intact. I had warned him of her beauty, both their beauty, but he was younger, closer to Janey's age. To him, she wasn't as far off limits.

Due to the types of measurements he would need to make, he could not use a clerk. The person had to know the craft. He didn't have a clerk experienced enough, anyway. His only helper, an apprentice of less that 3 months, was even younger than Amud. The apprentice had been given a sudden, unexpected rare day off. The shopkeeper went silently to the back office and opened the door. He signaled to someone inside.

I stiffened immediately. The arrangements had been for absolutely no one else. This was private.

A diminutive figure walked into the showroom. The owners eyes were beaming with pride. As the short figure came closer, I saw it was a young woman, about his age.

"Mr. Sampson. I would like to introduce you my wife. If is acceptable, she will be the measurements making. She, uh, understands the things you will need, and has suggestions maybe, if it pleases you to hear of them. I apologizes it to you, but I will need it to observe to make sure taping is done correctly and to interpret. She does not speak the good English."

He waited for my consent. Interesting. He had solved his and my problems at the same time. I nodded in agreement.