Chapter 23

I woke up in bed. I smelled hot coffee and bacon. I was famished.

I stumbled getting out of bed, my legs not wanting to support me. I didn't know how long I had been in the dungeon, but it was long enough that my legs were not used to supporting my weight. My arms, Hell, my whole body ached, including my eyelids. Even the light coming through the curtains hurt. I felt like shit.

I held on to the dresser until I was stable, then slipped on my robe. I looked briefly at my body in the mirror as I passed by. There were remarkably few marks or bruises, given what I had been through, and what I felt like. The marks around my wrists would last the longest, I guessed. I grinned, realizing I was almost disappointed there wasn't more visible damage. I was definitely looking for the sympathy factor. Or was it I was looking for them as badges of courage?

I made my way to the kitchen, noting in passing that Janey's room was empty, the bed made. A sure sign she was not at home. I found myself standing at the kitchen door, uncertain of what was to happen now. Déjà vu, all over again.

Two place settings, two coffee cups, one mine. Fresh squeezed OJ. Red robe, tied extra tight. I knew what that meant. Suddenly, I didn't ache quite as much.

I took her on the kitchen table, breakfast forgotten for the time being. Our coupling was gentle and vicious at the same time. We were at once equals to each other and submissive to each other. It was a contest to see who could bring the most pleasure to the other. We both won.

I had to eat something, other than Sally, and wolfed down an egg, some toast, bacon and washed it down with OJ while Sally was recovering from her latest climax. The coffee was cool by then, and we both downed a quick cup before heading to the bedroom.

"Janey?"

"Out."

"How long?"

"Until I tell her I'm ready for her to come home."

"That bad, huh?"

"Shut up and make love to me."

I noticed she didn't say 'Fuck me.' So I didn't. I made love to my Love.

We called Janey home two days later.

That marked a major turning point in our relationship. Right or wrong, what I had gone through had stilled the fear that was growing in Sally. I had experienced the path Amud had talked about. I would not lead her down the wrong one, or take a wrong turn to a disastrous destination. She knew now she could trust me completely. As I had trusted her.

She literally glowed in her happiness. Amazingly, over time we found we could sense each other. Not in a conscious sense, but at a certain subconscious level. I learned to trust this sense to guide me in our times together, and she experienced climaxes of an intensity that surprised even her. As I became more adept at sensing her needs, I could meet them better. Sally would stagger around the house for days in a state of bliss, simply from the knowledge that we would be together that night, or whenever she needed me. Which was often.

But as the time passed, she grew more and more anxious as the much-anticipated start of her bondage sessions didn't happen. I could sense it in her, a restlessness, a palpable spring of longing in her. It was winding her up tighter and tighter. But I still needed time to understand the things I was sensing, to get used to the things I was feeling. And to figure out what it was I wanted to do. With us. She had let me know in no uncertain terms that what happened next was up to me. Alone. Her complete and simple trust in me scared me more than what I had just gone through.

I had always been pretty self-confident. I had been described as handsome, rugged, charming, etc. I know I never had problems attracting girls, and later, women into my bed, at least up to the time I had met and completely fallen for Sally. But even that was in character for me. I always went after what I wanted, and generally got it. Not by luck, but by skill and determination. OK, some luck, and a lot of family connections, too.

But now? Even though I was scared shitless, now I knew, or felt I knew what direction to take us. I wasn't just confident. I was absolutely sure. And it scared even more shit out of me. I remembered what had happened when I had brutally taken Sally on the shooting range. I had been sure then, too, and I had hurt her spirit, if not her asshole.

So I took my time, feeling my way slowly through this new experience. I practiced sensing her, then acting on that information. I learned to trust myself, and grew stronger as a result. I also found that that mind control thing between us had grown. I discovered I was stronger now, much stronger that Sally or Janey. Not only that, but I found I could project it onto others in a crude manner and affect their feelings. I was not just a transmitter of my own feelings and a receiver of other's emotions. I had control over what was sent out. But it was like playing with Nitroglycerin while riding a bucking bronco. Because my ability was so powerful and unpredictable, I didn't play with it much. I needed more help with that.

Other than that, things were getting down to normal. Janey was settling into her summer routine. Time heals all wounds, and as the time passed, she seemed to forget. She seemed more at ease around the kids from school, too, having them over on occasion for cheerleading practice.

It was at one of these practices that I manage to expose myself to the entire squad. And firmly re-establish Janey as one of the most popular kids at school, among the girls, anyway. Janey had been at cheerleading practice at the high school gym, and, as usual, Sally and I took advantage of the privacy to make love. Not that Janey's presence ever held us back. With their link, Janey was very much a part of the sexual experience - when she was around. But it was different, novel for Sally to do it alone, so we took advantage of every opportunity.

Sally had drifted off into a light sleep after a rigorous and satisfying bout. I got up to get a bottle of wine for when she awoke, so we could continue the session uninterrupted. I dashed into the family room on my way to the kitchen. It wasn't until I was completely into the center of the room that it registered that there were several people, all young girls, all around me.

Gasps, silence. Then, one girl, a brave one, no doubt, whispered into the reverent silence, "Wow, Janey! You're Dad's big! I didn't know they got that long! Or thick!" I don't think she was referring to my feet or my nose.

Beet red, but, what the Hell. "Hi, girls! Uh, Sally and I weren't exactly expecting you here today. Obviously. I just wanted to get some wine from the kitchen. I'll just grab a bottle and, uh, leave you alone." I started walking at what I thought a normal pace would be for a naked man in a room full of excited young girls toward the kitchen door, my erection pointing the way. The girls weren't the only ones excited at the moment.

"That's OK, Dad. I'll get it for you. Would you like to stay here and chat with the girls, or should I bring it to you in your room?"

I grinned, looking around at the mixture of awed, confused, embarrassed and outright lustful expressions on the faces in the room. "You'd better bring it into the room. Before I do anything really, really embarrassing. Thanks, honey."

Groans.

"No prob'. White or red?" She was enjoying my predicament way too much.

"White. I'm red enough already!" I raised my hand to tip an imaginary hat to the girls, gave a gallant bow to them and walked proudly - and stiffly - out of the room.

Giggles and shouts of 'chicken' and 'please stay' chased me down the hall, but fortunately none of the girls did. Sally was surprised at my sudden ardor as she was still asleep when I entered her. Then she sensed Janey at home and heard the other girls' raucous and bawdy laughter.

"Just what did you do, lover boy? Is there anything I should know?"

"Oh, nothing. I just introduced myself to the girls on the cheerleading squad."

"Oh, OK. Hey, wait a minute! Is that 'myself' that's poking into me right now?"

"Uh-huh. Really, it was an accident. Honest!"

"I'll bet, knowing how you like the young stuff. Shit. Nobody called the cops?"

"Not yet. But the day is still young and Janey only brought us one bottle. I may have to go back out there for another. Would you like something to eat? I'm starved! I'll just hop out and get...." I was cut off as she lowered herself over my face.

"Chew on this, dear. I have all I want right here." She gripped my cock firmly, letting me know what she was referring to. I mumbled my muffled reply, deeply content with my current situation.

Not surprisingly, that one bottle was enough.

About a week later Sally and I were relaxing in the hot tub. It was just off our bedroom but Janey could get to it by an outside door. Besides, the doors were never closed and she could get to it through our room. Janey had been surprisingly respectful of our privacy lately, as if she understood that we needed the time to learn our new roles.

Sally and I never used suits when we were by ourselves, as we were then.

"Hi, guys! Mind if I join you?" Janey's voice came through the lattice. I was surprised she asked.

"Not at all, come on in," said Sally.

"Hope you don't mind Mom, but I borrowed one of your suits. Fits pretty good, don't you think?"

I partly opened one eye and looked up at this blinding vision of loveliness pirouetting on the deck. I was instantly hard. She had on 'the suit.' Sally only wore it now on special, very special occasions. It never failed to get me hard when Sally wore it. And it seemed to be having the same effect on me when Janey wore it.

"Oh, dear." Sally said softly. Her hand immediately went to my chest and slipped down to grasp the periscope I had raised in celebration of the vision on the deck. She slipped up out of the water briefly and straddled my body, facing away from me. As she sat back down over me, I entered her tightness and slowly, ever so slowly felt myself slip up into her heat.

"Does she know?" I whispered.

"Do I know what?" asked Janey, innocently.

"How special that suit is, for one," said Sally.

"What's so special about it?"

Sally turned to me. I shrugged. Janey already knew a lot. A little more shouldn't hurt.

"I wore that suit the first time we, uh, the first time, uh..."

"What, Mom? The first time you kissed? The first....oooohhhh." I could see the twinkle in her eyes. She sensed there was something more behind it than just that, though, and she almost trembled in anticipation of learning the juicy parts. I grinned, thinking I could cut to the chase and bring the conversation to a halt.

"Your mother and I went to the shore for the day. She wore that suit. She looked so hot in it, still does, too, I couldn't keep my hands off her."

"Really? He attacked you, Mom?"

Sally looked back around at me, smiling softly at the fond memories. "He didn't stand a chance. It was a calculated provocation, honey." She turned back to her daughter. "It was very much like you're doing now."

"Oh." I almost thought I saw a look of guilt flash across that impish face. "Am I that obvious?"

"To me. But I think you'll need it to get through to him, though. Or something just as obvious. He's pretty dense about these things."

I was lost. What the hell were they talking about? Were they saying what I think?

"Just be careful with that particular suit. Especially the bottoms. He took me seven times that first time I wore it. And we've put it to good use many times since without fail."

"No! You're kidding, right? Seven? Guys can't...., they aren't supposed to..., seven times? All at once? Bang, bang, bang?"

"Well, it took him the best part of that day. And believe me, it was the best part, too!"

"So what happened?"

"I discovered he can't resist my ass when I wear the bottoms."

"Your ass? You mean, he put it in back there, like he did in the woods?

"Uh-huh. And like it is now." I thought I had recognized that particular tightness. It was such a lovely feeling.

"You mean you're doing it, right now? Up your butthole? Wow! Wait, you said the bottoms. Don't you wear the top?"

"Uh-uh. Don't need 'em." She turned again to me, wiggling her bottom cheeks provocatively against my crotch.

"Like this?"

We both watched the tiny piece of cloth drift to the deck. This time, as she turned, she paused facing away from us, and bent slightly at the waist. She looked around at us over her shoulder. She winked at me. I couldn't help it. I flooded Sally's passage. And did not soften.

Sally looked back at me and grinned. She enjoyed teasing me with her luscious daughter, knowing I would have her when Janey was ready. And that point was fast approaching.

Janey, topless, got in the hot tub and slid over next to me, her bare breasts bobbing in the bubbling water. "Mom, are you going to get off him anytime soon? Do I get a turn?" She looked from one of us to the other. "Come on, guys. I've been pretty patient with you as you acted like newlyweds, but a girl gets horny hearing all that screaming. And those moans Mom makes, too."

We laughed at her attempt at humor. I could feel Sally's indecision. The time for me to deal with Janey was approaching very fast, indeed. She knew it was what we agreed needed to be done, but she still just couldn't quite accept the actuality of sharing me. Especially with her daughter. I helped her make her decision. I slipped my hand around her waist and captured her clit between my finger and thumb. As I rhythmically squeezed the sensitive nub, I slid another finger into her cleft. I heard her sigh, as she knew this was one of the things I did when we were just getting started for the night.

"No, dear. Not tonight. Tonight he is all mine." Spoken softly into the night, her voice quivered, as if she was crying. Janey looked at her curiously, then snuggled up against me, content that her mother was extremely happy. I felt the sharp points of her bare nipples against my arm as she brushed them back and forth. She wasn't trying to turn me on, although I didn't mind. She just needed to feel someone else, to share with us. I put my free arm around her briefly and gave her a hug. Her wan smile told me she knew she was out of luck tonight, but also told me that soon. Soon...

I turned my attention to my lover, moving the arm that had just hugged Janey around her to pull her back against me. I established a firm grip on her floating breasts, switching from one luscious orb to the other, teasing them, reveling in their resilience.

Sally was riding me slowly, tantalizing me, telling me in her own special way that I belonged to her, now and always. I knew that, but it was nice, anyway.

"I will always be yours, my love." I whispered in her ear. I paused.

"Cum for me."

I felt her anal muscles tighten around my iron prick as she cried out and spasmed, the energy from her orgasm flowing into all three of us. Janey basked in those feelings she shared with her Mom and soaked in the hot water for a while. She was still just a little jealous of her mother's orgasms that she could only share through their special link, but she was even happier for her Mother's happiness to let it create a wall between them.

We never noticed when Janey left.

Chapter 24

The start of the opera and symphony concert season in the Fall was a big social event in our community. The first concert to be performed at this year's gala was scheduled to be a collection of pieces by one of Sally's favorite composers. I thought his work was pretty good, but personally I liked a more bombastic style, like Wagner. But for romance and setting the mood, the season opener held a lot of promise.

Two weeks prior to the concert, I announced that the opening night would be a special event for both Sally and Janey. Both immediately started bugging the shit out of me, but, as I expected them to try their damnedest to get a hint out of me, I was able to simply smile at them. It drove them nuts. They didn't have a clue what to expect.

The ornately wrapped packages from The Guild began arriving shortly after my announcement. Everything that organization did, they did with style, and their delivery service was no exception. All packages not taken by the customer immediately were delivered by shining golden vans with ornate filigree detailing. It was much in the style of the royal coaches in the 18th century. There was no mistaking one of them as it drove through the countryside. You could almost feel the envy of the neighbors when one of those vans arrived in your driveway. Some particularly nosy gossips had been known to follow a van for miles out of their way just to see who the lucky person was who was on the receiving end of the delivery.

The vans were driven by special bonded couriers dressed in distinctive red uniforms and pompous-looking tall hats with plumes. The couriers were male or female, fit, polite, well-trained and well-armed. It was a good thing, too, given the value of some of the deliveries they had to make.

The delivery area for the vans included a five-state area. Beyond that, the bonded couriers hand-delivered each package, using whatever mode of transportation was best suited to meet the delivery schedule. Always with that dash of style and panache, of course. More and more of the distinctive red uniforms were being spotted on over-seas flights as the craftsmen of The Guild became known throughout the world for the quality of their work. It was unparalleled. The red uniforms soon provided automatic and easy entry into countries with normally very tight customs officials. It didn't usually take more than one reprimand from a king or high official to grease the skids.

I had specified that the packages were to be delivered sealed, and they were. Sally and Janey had some very unkind words for me when they realized the boxes were sealed with a wax Guild seal, and their efforts at snooping were thwarted. Again, I merely smiled, enjoying the mounting frustrations and tensions in them. Anticipation and the unknown make a wonderful combination in a woman. I only hoped what I had planned for the evening lived up to their expectations.

The morning of the event I placed new silk robes on their beds and awoke each with a kiss and a light breakfast. They were instructed to bathe - not shower - using the special bath beads I had placed in their bathrooms for at least 90 minutes, and not to leave their rooms. They were to be in my office down the hall ready for their first appointment of the day at 11:00 that morning.

Both appeared in my office about 5 minutes early, their reddened skin glowing pink through the light white silk of the short robes. The robes had no belts, much to Sally's disappointment, I think, and opened with the slightest motion. I smiled at them, motioned for them to sit in the chairs in my office, and proceeded to ignore them for the next 5 minutes. With extreme difficulty. The robes were opened quite often and intentionally. I didn't get any actual work done, but I made my point, I hope. I was surprised they were only 5 minutes early.

At exactly 11:00 I stood up, kissed the back of Janey's hand and led her out to the family room. There was a table set up inside a cloth booth. I held out my hand for her robe, which she gave me. I looked at her nude form for several moments, touching her lightly. As I anticipated, even those light caresses caused shivers of delight to chase each other up and down her spine. She was panting by the time I helped her up onto the table and instructed her to lie face down.

I placed a folded towel across her glorious posterior. This brought a moan of disappointment from her. I think she thought I was going to screw her on the table right then. As tempting as that was, I had other plans.

I held back one of the flaps of the booth and motioned for the person standing silently outside to enter. The slightly built woman of Asian descent moved gracefully into the booth. She bowed low to me, then shrugged off her over-blouse. This left her in just a short band of cloth covering her genital area, tied at one side sarong style. As she turned to Janey, I caught sight of a pair of firm apple-sized tits topped with chocolate nipples.

The masseuse kneeled up on the table next to the girl, lightly tracing the lines and patterns of the muscles on her back. As I left the cubicle, I heard the first of many moans as Janey relaxed into her first massage.

Sally was pouting prettily when I returned for her, but brightened as I took many more liberties with her than just kissing her hand. I brought her quickly to the edge of a climax, then eased off and just let her simmer on the edge. When I was done teasing her, I pulled her robe back around her to cover her arousal and led her into the family room. A table in the second booth waited for her.

She gave me a quizzical look when she heard the low, long moans coming from the adjacent booth. I held out my hand and helped her off with her robe in answer. I beheld her naked beauty once again, appreciating it as if for the first time. My open - and very obvious - admiration of her charms brought a pleasing blush to her skin, spreading from her face, down her neck and on to the tops of her creamy breasts.

I helped her onto the table. With nudges and lingering touches I maneuvered her so she was face down and then let her masseuse into the booth. The two Asian women could have been twins, the only difference being that Sally's had longer hair. She, too, climbed on the table and straddled Sally's waist, one knee on each side of the prone woman. One rubbery ass cushioned the other. I waited until the low purring Sally makes when she is contented started to come from her booth as well, and left them alone.

I grinned maliciously as I went back to the office, not to work, but to rest. I was going to need it. The two masseurs had instructions to keep the two women relaxed but aroused for the next hour. Under no circumstances were Sally or Janey to be allowed to orgasm. I wanted them so on edge their teeth hurt. Tonight would be special indeed.

Sally and Janey kind of oozed into my office an hour later, their eyes glazed and knees wobbly from the stimulating massages they had just undergone. But the blush on their cheeks was unmistakable. Janey's expression mirrored her mother's, and I was very familiar with Sally's 'if I don't get fucked in two seconds, I'll chop it off and stuff it in myself' look. It was time for the first box.

I reached into my desk and pulled out two small packages. I handed one to Janey and one to Sally.

"You may open these now," I said.

The bows were ripped off with the ferocity of lions at the first kill in a month. Their twin gasps of pleasure were almost synchronized to the nanosecond.

"Oh, Dad! It's beautiful! Mom, look!" Janey held up a white-gold necklace with a ruby encrusted key on the chain. The length of the chain let the key snuggle into the top of her cleavage. I moved around behind her and put it on her. It was her first piece of expensive jewelry, and she was as pleased as I had ever seen her.

"That is the key to my heart, Honey. I wanted you to know how I felt about you and that you will always have a special place there," I whispered in her ear as I hooked the clasp securely.

She turned and hugged me, tears in her eyes. "I love you, Dad. Thank you so much! It's beautiful."

Sally was still staring at her present. It, too, was jewelry.

"Here, my love, let me help you with that." I moved behind her and waited until she finally lifted the ends of the jewelry into my hands. Her head bowed as I fastened it behind her neck with a solid click.

I leaned down and whispered so that only she could hear. "Do you understand what it means when you wear this?"

She nodded. Her hand slipped up to lightly touch the jeweled slave's collar I had locked around her neck. The collar was wide, about two and a half inches. It was an intricate weave of platinum wire and rods that let it flex around her neck, but not warp or roll in any other axis. The wire and rods were covered with reflective stones, mostly diamonds with some emeralds mixed in. The effect was to create a band of light around her neck with mysterious flashes of emerald. It was more beautiful than I had hoped when I described it to the jeweler. It was devastating.

As I stood behind her, watching her reaction, drinking in her beauty, I noticed the trembling of her body, and I wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. I hoped the latter. I brushed her cheek lightly with my lips before continuing.

"I want this night to be special for you. I know how much you have longed for this to begin, and it will, tonight. But it will still be a little while, yet. You may wear this collar now, or not, your choice. I will not require anything of you until all your preparations for this evening are complete. Until then, you will behave as Sally. Understood?" I lifted her chin and looked her in the eye.

"Yes, Master," she whispered softly. Then she threw her arms around me, squealing with delight. The two women ooohhed and aaahhhed over each other's adornments until I ushered them out to the next appointment.

I led them back into the family room. The booths and the massage tables were gone and in their places stood two barber-style chairs. An exclusive beauty salon from a near-by town had sent two highly skilled technicians and two assistants to pamper my two princesses. When they had been comfortably seated in the chairs, the technicians flew into a choreographed dance of activity around my two blondes. I had ordered the works for them. They were manicured, pedicured, trimmed, oiled, scrubbed, rubbed, tubbed, sanded, face-packed, mud-packed and every other tortuous process women go through for the sake of beauty.

As much as I loved doing it myself, I had Sally shaved. Janey's pubic region was trimmed way back from her bikini wax to just a thin strip of short soft hairs pointing to paradise. The technicians and assistants had the same instructions as the masseuses. They were to keep the treatments as sensual as possible without letting them go over the edge. From the cries of frustration I heard coming through the open door of my office, they were very good at their jobs.

When the treatments were done, two of the technicians led the pampered women to their respective bathrooms where the assistants had drawn another steaming bath for each them. There the girls were stroked, soaked, soaped and rinsed, stroked some more, hair washed and conditioned, and then stroked and soaked again in steaming hot water with bath oils added.

When they were done, they were led back into the family room where their hair was done. At my instructions, Janey's blonde tresses were done up in an elegant style leaving her shoulders and neck bare. Sally's hair was braided in an elegant French braid, the broad intertwining stands hanging down in a single plait to reach halfway down her back.

Makeup was applied skillfully after their hair was done. Although only 15, Janey looked much older when she was finished. Sally was made up just as skillfully, looking regal but more like a sister than Janey's mother. Of course, all the powders and paints could only accent the beauty of the canvases they were applied to. The flashes of excitement in the eyes of the two painted ladies were repeated many times over in the tiny sparkles embedded in the blush applied to their faces. I smiled in satisfaction. They were like two little kids, full of excitement on Christmas morning.

The day was creeping by, closing in on the opening of the opera. I saw the technicians out to their van. They would return after we left to pack their equipment. Their service had been excellent. They would be retained again, and often.

Alone with Sally and Janey, I began the difficult final phase of the preparation. I would now have to reveal more of my plans for the evening to them, taking away some of the mystery. I took Janey by the hand and led her to her room. There I presented her with a stack of boxes, all with The Guild's seal.

"Your attire for this evening is in those boxes. I hope you like it." I paused, feeling almost like a teenager again. "Uh, Janey, I would like this evening to be kind of like our first date. A special time just between you and I. Will you go with me as my 'date' this evening?" I offered formally.

Her eyes got big, then clouded as she remembered Sally. "What about Mom?"

I looked directly at her, holding her hands in mine. "Janey, your mother will be there, too. She will be with us, but she won't be, kind of." She looked quizzical. "Look, I hope I'm doing the right thing with her tonight. But it's kind of hard to explain. When you have dressed, come into our room. Perhaps you will understand after you see her. She will be happy tonight, Honey. At least, I hope so."

I could feel the questions burning holes in my back as I left the bewildered teenager standing there. At the door, I turned.

"Is it a date?"

"Oh, yes! I'm sorry. Yes!" She shook off the rest of her questions and tore into the many boxes. I wished I could stay and watch the reverse striptease as the buxom teen got dressed. I had no intention of disrobing her this evening, but it would have been delectable. I had chosen clothing that appealed to my sensuous side and, I hoped, it would appeal to hers as well.

I had purchased soft silky under things that were as sheer as possible for her to wear tonight. They were more for window dressing than function. Unfortunately, I wasn't planning to be doing any window shopping tonight. The tiny bra and panties were virginal white and had a matching garter belt. I had a sense it would be her first, but the sheer white stockings only came to just above her mid-thigh, so it was necessary. Besides, I wanted her to be aware of the availability of her sex. Pantyhose, while convenient for the workplace, acted like armor plating in a romantic situation.

Her dress was a simple black affair, deceptive in style. The material was silk, with silver highlights woven in. It was not a revealing cut and fully covered her, yet the dress revealed her charms to the sharp observer. With the exception of two silver straps over her shoulders, she was bare above the swells of the tops of her breasts. The material fell to ankle length, hugging her body closely, outlining and defining her breasts, abdomen, hips and legs. Two sexy slits from the bottom hem to just above mid-thigh allowed her to move freely.

I had also provided her with the highest heeled shoes she had ever worn. I hoped she wouldn't be too off balance by their height. The dress was designed to be worn with that height heel. The silver shoes, the silver straps, and the white gold of her necklace brought out the highlights in the dress. She was going to look elegant.

There were also some strange accessories from the Rosen Clinic in a separate box. I hoped she wouldn't object to them. Having been fitted for them, they shouldn't cause much, if any, discomfort, either on application, or wear. There were two soft plastic cups that fit perfectly over each breast. They were so exactly shaped that they were labeled 'Left' and 'Right' so they wouldn't be confused. They were thin and pliable and you could still see her erect nipple through her dress when aroused. I intended for her to spend most of the evening in that state.

Two other accessories were designed to slip into the vagina and rectum. They were thin, relatively innocent looking devices that could shake her to her core. There were instructions with drawings enclosed in the boxes showing how and where to insert each special accessory. The vaginal probe had a small curved arm at about 90 degrees that ended in a small hollow cap. The cap fit snuggly over her quiescent clitoris, but would expand as necessary.

The finale of the Rosen's gadgets was a pair of earrings, sparkling like diamonds, which they were. The clasps of the earrings incorporated a Rosen unit that turned the ears into a highly erotic zone. I wasn't sure how it worked, but I believed in their work, so I was sure it would be effective. Janey was in for a memorable night.

But I didn't watch her dress. I had other things to do. Namely, prepare my lover for her own special night. I wasn't really sure how she would receive the news about my date with her daughter. That was a gamble on my part. I only hoped it paid off.

I went back into the family room to find Sally on her knees, her hands clasp behind her neck, her head bowed down. God, what that did to her tits! I was tempted to let her stay in that position and use her mouth. It had been a 'hard' day for me. But this was too early yet for what I had planned. And she was just a bit too eager.

"Sally, stand up, please. Your preparations for this evening are not yet complete. I have some things to ask you which require an honest and open response. Please?" I held out my hand.

She looked at me sexily, glancing up through those gorgeous lashes. My favorite look. Her smile ignited my heart as she gracefully took my hand and got up. I held her gaze and never noticed when she released my hand. I was lost in a sea of emotion, torn between my need to treat this woman I loved with all my heart with tenderness and love, and fulfilling her need to be dominated and bound. Steeling myself to keep to the plan I had chosen for the evening, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, where I had laid out her attire.

It wasn't much. She still had on her glittering slave collar. I ushered to her dressing table and sat her in the low stool in front of it. I first took a slender package and opened it, withdrawing a pair of stockings similar to Janey's. These had a bit more cling around the top banding to hold them without garters, however. I slowly slid them over the smooth skin of her long legs, caressing each one as the stocking slid into place. We were both trembling when it was over. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever done for her, and her excitement was visible, as was mine.

Next I selected a long narrow box. Amud and his wife had made this piece. I withdrew a pair of shoulder-length white gloves of the finest leather. They looked and felt like velvet and were without blemish. She held out one hand, then the other as I slipped them up her proffered arms. As I smoothed them out, working the wrinkles up to the tops, I squeezed the top of each glove, tightening my hand around her upper biceps. The faint click of a ratchet could be heard as the metal rings hidden in the top of the gloves closed on themselves, locking the gloves on her arms.

Sally's eyes were wide with excitement at this development, though she stayed silent. When I closed the rings at each elbow and wrist, tightly binding the gloves to her arms, she closed her eyes and shuddered.

"You may not cum until I give permission. Is that clear, Sally?"

She nodded, silent, not trusting her voice.

I gently pulled her wrists behind her and fastened the metal rings embedded in the gloves together with tiny hooks. Other hooks were hidden in the seams of the gloves and I joined and locked them one by one, until her forearms were touching from elbow to wrist behind her back. The final connection was at the level of the metal rings just above her elbows. Sitting on the stool, her chest thrust forward, she held my gaze with her fiery green eyes. Not defiant, but victorious, in a sense. I didn't know what she thought she had won, other than my heart, but there was victory was in her eyes.

I moved around in front of her, and slipped silver heels on her feet. Unlike Janey's four-inch heels, Sally's were outrageous. The heels were six inches, at least, in height and they had a narrowing toe to torture her all night long. Her foot was pointed almost straight down in those shoes. A low moan escaped her as the shoes tightly gripped her feet and were buckled tight with a strap across her instep and another that wrapped tight around her ankle.

Two boxes remained. A large box, and a small one. I leaned over to the bed and picked up the small one. Still in front of her, I got down on one knee. The big moment.

I took a deep breath. "Sally, I love you with all my heart. In all that happened during and since that time when you agreed to marry me, I never formally proposed to you." I placed my folded hands on her stocking-clad thighs, got down on one knee, and looked up at her. "Sally, would you do me the honor of consenting to be my wife?"

There. It was said. She had the option of backing out, saying 'No,' crushing me like a bug. Of course, she did have her hands tied behind her back, so at least I figured she wouldn't slap me. My groin was exposed to her feet, though, and with this family...

The silence was unbearable. The heat stifling. I broke out in a sweat. A lump the size of New Jersey and almost as toxic formed in my throat. I think my lower lip trembled.

"Yes."

My heart resumed beating, my lungs filled with sweet air. I cried. Well, just a little.

I beamed, grinned, the proverbial mile-wide smile. Shit-eating grin. "We never talked about rings and stuff, but I noticed you don't wear rings much. I took the liberty of getting you a temporary engagement ring. If you don't like this one, there are other styles..." I opened the box and showed her the heart-shaped diamond I had had designed for her.

She gasped. "Oh! It's gorgeous! Oh, Larry, you shouldn't have. You didn't need to. You know that. I don't need such an expensive stone. Oh, dear..." She suddenly noticed her hands were bound. "Larry? I don't see a setting. Just the stone. How...?"

I took a fine platinum wire ring from the box. Lifting up my hands I gently grasped her left breast. I worked my thumb around the tip until the excitable flesh hardened and swelled up. Grasping the end of the nipple with my thumb and forefinger of one hand I pulled it slightly towards me. It was unnecessary for what I was about to do, but I loved that little flare of her eyes and her nostrils when I did that.

I threaded the wire through the hole that was already pierced in her left nipple and secured the stone to the wire. The heart shaped stone nestled just below her aroused nipple. It sent shards of light bouncing around the room with each breath she took and with each beat of her heart.

"Oh, my! Larry! ..." She was speechless. I think she liked it.

I leaned forward to kiss the stone, and the surrounding environment, too. Tears of joy dripped on her breasts. I was glad they had used waterproof make up on her face.

Standing, I helped her to her feet. With her hands bound behind her, she was rather unsteady on the tall heels. I had her walk back and forth across the room to get used to them. By the second time up and back she had mastered them. I had her do a few more laps just so I could see the effect the heels and her bound hands had on her bouncing tits and her legs and ass as she sashayed up and back in front of me. Her smile told me she had been watching my reaction in the mirror as she walked away. I grinned back and had her do one more lap for good measure. She really threw herself into that one.

I motioned for her to kneel at the foot of the bed. She was now as ready as she was going to be. I needed to get dressed, however.

She watched with interest as I dressed in my tuxedo. She raised her eyebrow when I omitted my normal boxers, but I ignored her unspoken questions with a pained look of innocence. She stuck out her tongue, then licked her lips. For a minute I wondered if she knew what I had planned. Tough. I wasn't going to change it now. I finished getting ready for my date with Janey. It felt strange to be primping for one female in the presence of another.

Sally's last box was on the bed. We both stared at it. The final preparation. I walked over to the bed and opened the box. I lifted out an emerald green velvet cape. I held it out to her and she got up and walked over to me, turning her back to me just as she approached. I settled the cape over her shoulders.

The cape fastened at the neck with a silver brooch. The two front flaps had a series of discreet clasps that kept the cape securely together. There was enough overlap so that no one was going to get a peepshow through an inopportune gap. The bottom of the cape just cleared the floor, except in the front, where the material was cut away to expose her legs up to her knees. It looked odd, in a fashionable way, but there was a purpose.

"My love, the preparations are complete. You are to remain silent tonight. Not one word. You will be able to enjoy the concert. I will not take that away from you. You will not cum until I give you specific permission." She kept her head bowed, nodding her understanding of each instruction. I continued.

"My love, do you remember the terms of our bet?"

She nodded.

"That will be your position at anytime we are out of the public eye." I heard a gasp.

I had had my trousers modified to replace the zipper with a Velco strip. I opened the fly and sat on the stool. "Well,...?" My cock, having suffered through the entire day with no attention, stuck its head out to get a breath of fresh air. It swelled at the sight of her beauty and beckoned her with each heartbeat closer, closer, closer.

Her warm mouth enveloped the head as she knelt between my legs. The cutout of the cape material in the front let her get up and down on her knees without the danger of becoming entangled in the excess cloth.

I reached down to stroke her golden hair. Time for the bombshells.

"Janey will be joining us shortly. You will not move from your task when she enters. Tonight, I am Janey's date. You are going to be an accessory, my slave." I fought hard not to soften that word with an expression of my love, a reassurance to her, to me. "You will walk behind us when we move in public. When we are in public, you will act normally, head raised, eyes up, but you will remain silent in the presence of anyone other than the three of us. I will not tolerate your humiliation in the presence of strangers. Is that very clear?"

I felt the slightest nod through my fingers in her hair. She had not moved once, but I had sensed the tightening of her muscles as she strained to control herself.

"In the event Janey should need you, I have provided a quick release mechanism on the gloves. If you will feel with your left index finger along the ball of the left thumb, you will feel a slight bump in the material. Pressing firmly on that bump will release your arms, and you may attend to Janey. She is our first priority, even more important than this. Understood?

"Any infraction, however small, will result in punishment. That punishment will be severe." I let the silence build after that statement. It hung there like a sledgehammer until Janey strolled elegantly into the room.

"Hi, guys. Ready to...opps! Sorry! I'll come back..."

"Stop! It's all right, Janey, come on in."

She gave me a funny look, going back and forth between her mother sucking my cock and me.

"I was just explaining to your mother what this evening was going to be like. If you can accept her going along as a silent consort, we will continue. You are to ignore her unless you need her. OK?"

Janey was still for a minute, looking to her link with her mom. She smiled. "Cool! She's happy. OK. Let's go."

"One more thing. Were you able to wear everything?"

She gave me a disgusted look. "Yes, Daddy. And some of the jewelry was very, very personal." She shifted her hips as she spoke, indicating some discomfort in her groin.

"Is everything all right? Are you in pain, hurting?"

"Nooo! It's just not every date that has you insert a plastic tube up your butt before you go out. Jeez, Dad." She giggled, the little girl emerging. "I'm fine. Let's go. I heard a limo arrive just as I was coming down the hall.

I tapped Sally on the chin with a feather touch and she rose to her feet gracefully, without assistance. With her taller heels, she towered over Janey, but her eyes remained firmly downcast.

"Oh, Janey, Honey. You look absolutely beautiful. I hope you like the dress."

"God, Dad. I feel like a movie star. Thank you so much for today. You made me feel special."

"The night is just beginning. And when we're in public, you should probably call me 'Larry.' Some of them might think something is going on between us."

"Well, isn't there something going on?" She still thought tonight was going to be all hers.

"What? On a first date? No way, young lady." As we laughed, I gathered her elbow in my arm and guided her out of the room. I didn't look back to see if Sally would follow. She had her instructions.

At the entry hallway, I had one more surprise for Janey. I slipped the white ermine stole from the small table standing there and put it around her shoulders. The soft fur of the innocent animals rubbed against her cheeks as she held it to her tightly. I saw the pain in her eyes as she realized the sacrifice the donors of the fur had made. It made her appreciation of the wrap all that more precious.

The limo was waiting, the liveried driver standing by the rear door. She had been well briefed on the timing and the routes to take, both going to the opera house and returning home. She snapped to attention as we exited the house and held the rear door open for us. I helped Janey into the car. She slid over to the middle of the seat. I got in next and sat on the left side.

I did not offer to assist Sally. It was difficult to navigate without having her arms free to help her keep her balance, and the high heels didn't help. To say I was concerned would be an understatement. I was ready to leap to her aid. I just prayed the driver remembered to be ready to catch her if she fell backwards. I didn't want her to smash her head on the pavement. It would have put a kind of damper on the evening...

I shouldn't have worried. Sally gracefully entered the rear compartment and settled lightly on the seat behind the driver. Her head remained bowed, but I did see a slight sheen of moisture on her upper lip. I took my pocket-handkerchief, leaned forward and patted her lip lightly. My fingers lingered on the smooth skin of her face.

Settling back in the seat of the car, I noticed with pleasure that the windows were darkened, giving us complete privacy. The barrier between the driver's compartment and ours was opaque. I had the override switch. It would stay up. Seeing we were invisible to the outside world, I reached down and opened my pants, allowing my soft cock to roll out.

"Dad! Can't you wait? Geez!" Janey stared at the soft tube, then started to reach for it.

"Sorry, kiddo. That's not for you. First date, remember? You wouldn't want me to have to worry about you when you start dating guys your own age now, would you?"

"Well, no. But, I mean, like, it's not like I haven't seen it before and all. I just thought... Hey, how come she gets to have it? That's not fair!"

Sally had knelt between my legs and had captured the head of my cock in her mouth. I was gritting my teeth to keep it soft, but with her phenomenal mouth, it was a loosing battle. She slowly raised herself up to keep just the head in her mouth as I swelled to full hardness. I caressed her hair absently as she kept her place.

Janey and I maintained a light banter on the 45-minute drive to the gala. She tried to ignore her mother, but her eyes would frequently drift down to watch the still figure holding my cock in her mouth. I figured it was time for a distraction.

I reached into my pocket and fingered the remote the Rosen's had provided. The devices they had sent over last week were advanced from what they had used before. The earrings were tuned to Janey's brainwaves. The remote could be used to stimulate just a single area, such as her ears or could hit other areas, as well. I had it turned so that just her ears would be sensitized. I dialed it to a low level and switched it on.

She didn't show any visible signs of noticing anything different. She had been staring out the far window at a view of the river. I lifted my hand and pulled her by the shoulder over closer to me. Smiling, she looked up at me expectantly. I leaned down and lightly blew a stream of warm, moist air so that it barely touched her ear. I watched the tiny cilia wave slightly as the wind moved them.

Janey stiffened in my grasp, then shuddered. A low moan escaped her lips and her hand, which had been resting on my thigh, dug in with all five freshly manicured nails.

I blew past it again with the same response. She let her head fall back on my shoulder and just before her eyelids closed, I saw her eyes rolling back in her head. I barely touched her other ear with my finger. My hand hovered just over her shoulder, my arm trapped by her head.

Janey jolted from the soft touch of my finger, actually bouncing out of the seat. She stiffened almost straight, then relaxed into her orgasm. A strangled cry tore from her as she continued to climax hard. She was so full of sexual tension from the day's activities, it hadn't taken much to set off a tremendous explosion.

As she cried, I felt Sally flinch. She had felt Janey's release through the link. While I didn't mind her sharing it, I did mind the teeth marks she left on my cock when she winced. I reached down and lifted her head off my cock. With one finger under her chin, I lifted her eyes to mine.

"That's one," was all I said.

She nodded her acknowledgement of the infraction, understanding and accepting her pending punishment.

I kept Janey in a constant state of climax for the remaining 20 minutes of the trip. The driver flashed the lights briefly to indicate 2 minutes to arrival. I tapped Sally on the top of the head to indicate she was to retake her seat. I turned the intensity of the signal to Janey's ears down a bit. She had relieved a lot of tension, but I wanted to build her back up through the concert for the ride home. I initiated the signals to the devices covering her breasts. I kept these signals low, as I didn't want her staggering through the lobby of the opera house.

The driver opened the rear door, handed out Janey, saluted me, and waited for Sally to get out. She had been instructed not to help Sally, unless she was falling. I noticed she was alert for any trouble, and I turned my attention to the crowd of fellow concert-goers. It was the usual crowd of the rich, the almost rich and the wannabes. I kept an eye out for familiar faces, and for anyone who looked like they were heading towards us, especially those who might want to speak with Sally.

Janey recognized several of her High School friends. All were dressed to be seen, but they looked absolutely juvenile next to her. She introduced me as her 'Dad' to those who were confident enough to come over to speak with her. Several of my acquaintances ventured closer to get a better look at Janey. More than a few raised a questioning eyebrow, which I returned with an innocent smile. I introduced Janey as the daughter of my fiancé to a couple of them. Their disbelief was obvious.

I was curious to know what Sally was doing to avoid conversation. I caught her reflection in a shining brass ornament. Her head was bowed so low it was almost parallel to the ground. No wonder no one wanted to speak with her!

I turned around, tipped up her face with a finger under her chin, and said,

"That's two, three and four."

Her eyes widened at the multiple counts. She knew she had displeased me greatly by disobeying. I think she had hoped to escape with one additional count, not three.

Holding her head high, she took a deep breath. I could still see the fear in her eyes, but also resolve. She would not displease me again.

I turned to get Janey and guided her to our box as the lights dimmed in the lobby. Sally followed obediently.

I opened the door to the box and ushered my date inside. Stepping through, I waited until Sally was through, then I closed the door and slid the privacy bolt home. I looked around the box. The re-furbishing had gone better than I had hoped.

About a month ago, the manager of the opera house had called me. He was in a bind, to put it politely. It seems he had promised my season seats to someone who wouldn't take 'No' for an answer. Someone who apparently could make his life very miserable, as well. The only other seats available for the entire season were in one of the private boxes. He described it to me, and as he went over the features, location, size, etc., I had had the idea for what I had put into play tonight.

The manager had been hoping I would just take the box in a direct exchange for the other three seats. He was flabbergasted when I not only accepted, but insisted on paying full price for this season and the following four seasons as well. That type of plan elevated me to a special guest of the opera, not to mention an immediate personal friend of the manager. One of the benefits of that status was that if I wanted to be left alone, no one would be barging in on us. Hence, the privacy bolt on the inside of the door. Mine was currently the only box with that feature.

One other feature I had insisted on, which I saw had been implemented, was that our seats were not visible from any spot in the house, nor from the stage. The manager had accomplished that by moving our seats slightly back into the interior of the box and by slightly raising the height of the railing across the front of our box. Now I understood why he had asked the height of the shortest person. Seated, Janey could just see comfortably over the top of the railing. He had also extended the sidewalls of the box to prevent anyone from peeking around from one of the adjacent boxes.

The intermission refreshments were waiting in the back on a small table. The box looked almost empty, as I had specified only two seats and a prayer rail, the padded kneeling benches found in some liturgical orthodox churches. To his credit, he had not asked a single question about the arrangements.

Janey was giddy with the excitement of the opening sounds of the orchestra, rushing to the rail and looking out over the audience. I noticed her nipples were clearly visible, excited by the stimulus of the Rosen's devices. Feeling mischievous, I turned the signals to both sets of the devices up a little, and then goosed the output with the pulse button. I saw her hands grip the railing tightly and her knees buckled slightly as she sagged against the railing. She didn't make a sound, though.

Sally, standing behind me sagged as well, leaning into my back heavily. I turned to her.

"Did you just cum?"

She nodded.

"That's five. My love, is the link with Janey too strong for you? I can dampen it for you if you wish."

Again she nodded, but only after thinking about it. Being linked with Janey was her normal state. But neither woman was in a normal state tonight. Both were filled with sexual tension. Janey was getting relief, in a matter of speaking, but Sally was not. In fact, by sharing Janey's 'relief,' Sally's sexual tensions were climbing higher. She would not be able to take much more without completely loosing it. So she elected to let me try to block the link, like I had done that one time after our week of celibacy.

I had been doing some research on paranormal topics, brain waves, meditation, and stuff like that. I had needed to learn not only about what was going on, but how to control it. Some of the most obscure stuff had been the most helpful. I had read about how to focus on a picture of what I wanted to do, like I had pictured a fist squeezing my cock to delay myself from ejaculating that night. It had also been suggested not to picture specific things attached or connected to people, as that could severely harm them if one possessed the power of telekinesis. We had been lucky that time that I had only tried to delay, not prevent it altogether. Because I was touching Sally at the time, she had been affected as well, and, through the link, so had Janey.

This time I focused on a one-way mirror, the reflective side toward Janey, the transparent side towards Sally. The 'mirror' should not affect Janey's perception of Sally, but Sally would not feel Janey's releases. It was the best I could do on short notice.

Janey came back to her chair, a wary look on her face. She had figured out I had something to do with the erotic feelings around her tits, but her ears were new to her. I think she had at first assumed that because her hair was up and they were exposed that they were more sensitive, but she wasn't dumb. Finally she asked.

"Dad, are you doing that to me?"

I grinned at her. "Uh-huh. Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell, no! But you could give a girl a chance to catch her breath, OK?"

"OK." I waited a heartbeat. "Quick! Take a breath."

She giggled. I hit the pulse button, and the giggling dissolved into a low moan. She sagged into her chair and leaned over on my shoulder.

I leaned over and kissed her gently. "I wasn't joking, kiddo. This will be a night you will remember for a long time. Forever, I hope. Just hang on and enjoy the ride. If it gets to be too much, take off the earrings and I will stop. Fair enough?"

She reached up and grabbed my tie, using it to pull my face down to hers. "Fair enough, but one of these days I'll get you back."

"I can't wait." I grinned evilly as I turned the intensity up another notch, and activated the lower devices as well to a low setting. With all devices going, she was in a constant state of arousal, crashing over the edge, climbing out just to teeter precariously for a minute and then crashing back over. Her shudders were spaced about 3-5 minutes apart. She was going to have a long concert. It would be one she would always remember, but I doubted she would remember the music.

I looked up to see Sally looking closely at Janey's quaking frame. I admired her restraint. Her normal means of contact with her daughter was blunted and now it appeared as if she was having fits. I focused on the mirror and made it not quite as effective. I had focused on a total reflection of Janey's feelings. Now I focused on letting the shadows and vague shapes come through.

Sally jolted as the first vague feelings hit her, and I dampened it down a little. I still needed a lot of practice fine-tuning this thing. Janey was going to be climbing a lot higher, later tonight, and I didn't want to overload Sally. The look of concern eased from Sally's face. Just before she cast her eyes back down, she looked at my face. I smiled. She paled, thinking she had displeased me.

"My love, she is our first priority. I had cut you off too well, and you couldn't tell if she was OK or ill. You were concerned. I am pleased, by both your behavior and your restraint. The count now stands at four."

She lowered her eyes, a pleased look in them. She had felt a little of Janey's ecstasy and was thankful that she didn't have to share the whole force of the link, given the restrictions of her servitude for the evening. She would have ridden the waves of her daughter's orgasms to her own climaxes. She knew the punishment I had in mind would be severe, but she still would not have been able to control herself. Now she could.

She moved to kneel between my legs, to assume her position. I stopped her and motioned for her to kneel at the side of my chair on the kneeling bench. I grasped her by the braid in her hair and pulled gently, until her head was upright.

"This is a special performance of your favorite pieces. Enjoy."

I kept my hand on the back of her neck, but released her braid from my grasp. I mindlessly traced the edges of the tight collar with the tips of my fingers, and traced the patterns of the tiny hairs up and down her neck. I had been focusing on maintaining the mental block for her, keeping Janey on edge, and listening to the final preparations and opening remarks of the concert. I wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing or to Sally until I felt the trembling and heard the soft sob.

In a single move I settled Janey into her chair and was on my knees in front of my lover.

"Sally, what's wrong? Are you OK? Talk to me!"

"Oh, Master! I am not worthy of the attention you pay me. I have displeased you, and still you touch me with gentleness and love. I have earned my punishment and your displeasure, not your tenderness."

"Ah. Yes. I need to make something clear to you, ...." I paused for effect, "slave."

Her head jerked up, the fear in her eyes visible.