Chapter 52

Anyway, to go back a couple of chapters, that’s how I had known, when I
announced the next Family Day, that it had been exactly eight days since
Nicole and I had returned from Washington, DC.  I knew because Sally was
kneeling on my right, completing the second full rotation of the women.  Do
the math!  (Four women, two turns each, come on, you can do it…)  My hand
was resting on the back of Sally’s neck and I felt her sense of calm
suddenly shattered by the thought of another Family Day.

Janey was the bare-chested daughter at this meal, her usual preening and
posing forgotten in her sudden excitement.  It had only been a week or so,
but I knew I would never quite get used to the view of her charms – nor
those of Simone – gracing the dining table.  But I suppose that into each of
our lives a little hardship must fall.  If this was a burden I was to bear,
well, I suppose I could put up with it.

Almost as suddenly as I felt Sally’s tension at the anticipation of the
events of the Family Day, I felt her overcome with a sense of dread, a sense
of isolation.  I don’t know how she knew what I had planned, but somehow she
knew it was to be a special day for Nicole and Simone.  Sally had never
exhibited the ability to pry into my mind like Simone could.  I guess it was
just woman’s intuition.

It was just as obvious, when I thought about it, that Sally had not dug into
my thoughts.  If she had, she would have known what I had planned for her
that next day.

To ease her mind, and, surprisingly, Janey’s sudden anxious thoughts, I
continued, “Tomorrow’s Family Day will be for all of us.  I have planned
something special for each one of you.  And now, if you will excuse me, I
have a busy day ahead.”

With that, grinning secretively, I went into my office to finish the
preparations for the next day.  To be honest, what I had planned for Sally
was what concerned me the most.  I could only hope she would accept it.

Before, when I had announced a Family Day, I had had only two women trying
to find out what was going on.  Now I had four, and it was nearly
unbearable.  Sally wore her bikini bottoms and Nicole her corset, each with
the predictable results.  But no information.  Simone and Janey both spent
an extra shift at Head Time, trying to listen in on my telephone calls or
perhaps bribe me with their services.  I explained to them that it wouldn’t
work, but they both did it anyway.  Janey did it because she still thought
she could change my mind, but Simone did it because I think she was
beginning to like the feel of my cock in her mouth.  Maybe too much.  I
would have to have a talk with Nicole and Sally about her.  She was growing
up, and fast.

The next morning came and with it came the usual packages for Nicole, Simone
and Janey, laid out on their beds when they awoke.  There was no package for
Sally, but I sent a reassuring message across the link to her.  I also
ordered her to prepare a light breakfast for the rest of us, but not for
her.  I also clearly specified in my message – Hell, I ordered her firmly –
that she was to remain naked and barefoot while doing it and to wear her
slave collar.

I hadn’t ordered her around much and it sparked just the right amount of
fear and anticipation in her.  I could tell she was moistening up already,
the unknown a large factor in her excitement.

Simone and Nicole came into my office for inspection.  Both had outfits
similar to what Sally and Janey had worn on that first Family day, but
without the baseball caps or the baseball gloves.  Their shorts were way too
short, as were the T-shirts.  Simone had an amused smile on her face, almost
enjoying the cock-teasing attire.  Nicole, on the other hand, was horrified.

“Lawrence, you cannot expect me to wear this in public.  What will people
think?”

I gazed at her in silence for a while, a small question on my face, letting
her think about what she had just said.  As the silence grew longer, it
suddenly dawned on her that it didn’t matter what other people thought.  It
only mattered what I, her Master, thought.  I could tell by the blanched
color of her face the second she realized what she had done.

“Come over here, Nicole,” I said quietly.

She came to stand a few inches from my knee.  They had all learned not to
hesitate to come when I asked.  I picked up a pair of scissors from my desk
and deliberately and carefully cut off another healthy strip from the bottom
of her T-shirt.  When I was done, she could not move without exposing her
nipples.

“There!  I think that should about do it.  That is, unless you have anything
else you’d like to say?”

Her face had changed from ashen to flaming red, but she said nothing.

Simone piped up, “Papa, I don’t think I could bear to wear this either!”

I looked at her in amused silence as she strode over to my other side, her
chest proudly thrust out, her hardened nipples visible through the thin
cloth.  Somehow, I didn’t think she was nearly as embarrassed as her mother.
  In fact, if the sense of laughter and joy coming over the link was any
indication, she was thoroughly looking forward to vamping it up today.
Janey must have talked with her.

Regardless of her motivation, I solemnly and carefully trimmed a little of
the scarce fabric from the bottom of her shirt as well.  Then I swatted her
on her cute little bottom, sending her squealing back to her mother’s side,
her lovely tits flashing in and out of view the entire way.

“Today you both will act in a provocative manner.  It is what I wish.”

“Janey said that they got to act like real sluts.  Is that what you want?”
Simone asked.

“Close, but not quite.  Don’t proposition any men.  Or women.  And don’t get
me arrested for pimping, OK?”

That brought a smile of relief from Nicole, who, I finally realized, was
actually concerned about how far she was to go.  That she had actually been
ready to prostitute herself for me if I wished it unnerved me somehow,
almost making me rethink the activities of the day.  Almost.

I sent them scampering and flouncing into the kitchen for their breakfasts.
I went in to see how Janey was coming along, stopping first to retrieve
something from my safe.

Janey’s outfit was loosely based on that of a chauffer.  Very loosely.  OK.
It was black and she had a cap.  There was a vest but no blouse, so most of
her luscious tits were exposed.  It buttoned securely across her upper tummy
and forced her breasts together and upward to emphasize their fullness.  Not
that they needed to be emphasized, mind you, but she looked spectacular.  It
was perfect.

Her shorts, cut high on the hip, were tight enough to have been painted on,
and the extra appliances sewn into the crotch would be constant reminders of
her feminine anatomy throughout the day.  They would irritate and stimulate,
but not overly arouse her.  I figured I would probably have to take
additional binding measures tonight to make sure she didn’t rape me or some
other hapless male.

Black shiny leather boots came to above her mid-thigh, leaving just a narrow
band of soft sensitive flesh between the tops of the boots and her crotch.
The 4-inch heels would make her tasks for the day a bit more difficult, but
I couldn’t resist what they added to the package.

She looked up at me wryly as I entered her room.  She knew better than to
complain or question me, but she didn’t look like she was uncomfortable.
She was, however, clearly puzzled and curious about what she would be doing.
  As I looked her over, I saw she looked like a cross between a chauffer and
a dominatrix.  Like I said, perfect!

She was even more puzzled when I held out my hand and she saw what I was
carrying.  It was her pistol, loaded and ready to go.

“Where am I supposed to carry that?” she asked, just a little sarcastically.

“Come here, and I’ll show you.”

Brazenly, the little vamp strutted over, her chest thrust out, her tits all
but spilling out of the tight vest.  When she stopped, she was so close her
nipples were brushing against my chest.

Without saying a word I reached around behind her.  Pulling up and back on
the waistband of her tight shorts, I slipped the little gun into the small
of her back.  The bottom hem of the vest dipped down just enough to cover
that spot when she was standing, hiding the pistol.

The extra bulk of the gun had the effect of tightening her shorts even more
than they were before, driving the small devices in the crotch into
extremely intimate contact with her sensitized genitalia.  I watched as her
eyes widened in alarm, then sort of glazed over as she was unable to move
away from the constant irritation.  She leaned into me, resting her forehead
on my chest as she gathered her wits about her once more.

While she was quiet, I sent her a picture of what I wanted her to do today.
She was to drive the limo for the rest of us.  I outlined the itinerary,
much abbreviated from what we had done the first Family Day, and the route
she was to take.

When she was clear with that, I then sent her the next part of her
assignment.  As the message sunk in, I felt the link between us tighten as
she suddenly focused all her energies on what I was telling her.  I kept my
arms loosely around her as she came to grips with what it was I was telling
her to do, but I could feel, more than see, her grin as she understood.  I
don’t know if she ever knew the relief that I felt at receiving her
consensus.

We went out to the kitchen together, her arm linked in mine, but in a
father/daughter kind of way.  It felt odd, us acting in a normal family way
with her dressed so erotically.  One side of me wanted to protect her, while
at the same time another part of me, admittedly lower down, wanted to ravish
her.  Yeah, it felt odd…

Janey wolfed down her breakfast standing up, her thoughts focused on her
tasks ahead.  Then, with a sudden, surprising move, even to me, she grabbed
her mother’s wrist, twisted it up behind her back and force-marched her down
to the dungeon.  Sally’s package was waiting for her down there.

Sally had given a short squeak of surprise, staring over at me in brief
terror before being whisked out of the kitchen.  Her terror was delicious,
and she was loving it.  Janey knew her mother better than I did and was
improvising on my plans for her.

Nicole and Simone had started to react to Janey, but I stopped them with a
shake of my head.  There was a sudden quietness around the table after the
other two had gone out of the room, and I let it grow.  They weren’t afraid
for Sally.  They knew me better than that.  They were curious, that’s all,
and I left them to wonder.

After about 20 minutes, I ushered them into the living room and told them to
wait there.  No peeking.  It made them even more curious, and I thoroughly
enjoyed keeping them in the dark.  It was a rare enough occurrence as it
was.

Descending into the dungeon, I saw that Janey had finished with Sally.  I
reached out to Sally over our link, touching her tenderly.  She moaned as
she sensed I was near, but it wasn’t in pain.  Sally was in ecstasy.

Sally’s package had contained a special assortment of strap, buckles, loops,
twists, ties, and other sorts of leather finery, especially and lovingly
made by Amud and Bala.  Just for her, and just for this occasion.  Her
lovely head, now encased in a form-fitting hood, was tucked down tight
between her knees.  I knew she couldn’t do much more than moan, as her mouth
was completely filled with a gag, complete with Amud’s special sauce.  Not
that she was going to need it, but it was a special day.  Besides, I had had
it run through Gertie’s labs.  Harmless, but very powerful stuff.  Gertie,
and a few other of the female lab techs, were after me for the source, but
that’s another story…

Anyway, I now felt comfortable using the marinated gags.

Sally’s ankles were bound together and each calf was bound to her thighs by
two broad straps.  Overkill, but Sally was into this kind of thing.  Another
strap went around her ankles and up over her lower back, keeping her bent
over double.  Another passed behind her knees and up over her shoulders.

Her arms were encased in that single leather glove she loved to wear.  I
noticed Janey had laced it particularly tight, forcing contact along her
forearms from her wrists to her elbows.  Her arms were held tightly to her
back by the two straps that circled her at her knees and ankles.

Crushed as they were, I inspected her tits.  Per my instructions, Janey had
fitted them with two vibrating nipple clamps.  They weren’t too tight or too
loose.  Sally would be wearing them all day long and I didn’t want any
permanent damage.  A third tormenting gadget was buried between her thighs,
held in place by a leather crotch thong.

The thong, in and of itself, was an ingenious torture that Bala had
described to me, through Amud, of course.  Made of course leather and
embedded with a course grit of sand, the twisted braids bit into and
irritated the tender flesh of her cunt.  No amount of twisting or moving on
her part could relieve her.  Even more diabolical, the thong was marinated
in the same sauce as the gag.  The more she lubricated herself as a
protection against the irritating sand, the more of the sauce entered her
system.  And then she would become even more aroused.  A vicious circle.

A handle of sorts was fashioned between the two straps that circled her
body.  Grinning over at Janey in thanks, I picked up her mother like a
suitcase and hauled her out of the dungeon and up to the waiting limo.  The
car had been delivered the night before, and it was the most expensive part
of the day’s preparations.  I figured that both Janey and Simone, when she
was old enough to drive, could take turns acting as chauffeurs, so I just
bought the damn thing.  It was easier to get them to make all the special
modifications I had requested, like tie-down bolts, hooks, etc.  The windows
were totally opaque from the outside.  It was our own private little world.

I deposited Sally and fastened her to three rings on the floor.  Two at her
ankles and one clipped to a short chain on her collar.  She wasn’t going
anywhere.  I linked to her to see if she was doing all right.  The intensity
of her feelings, amplified by her bondage, startled me.  She was like a
powder keg of confusion, fear, lust, arousal and happiness.  Mostly happy.
I went in to get the others.

The scene I walked in on was almost as startling to me.  Janey had gone
upstairs to wait with the others.  Apparently she was totally involved with
her new dominant role, and she had both Nicole and Simone at her disposal.
She was standing between them, one arm around each and each small gloved
hand was caressing a lovely tit.  Tweaking, pinching, squeezing them to a
fever pitch of arousal.  Not that those two particularly needed it, but
they, too, were in character and were really getting into it.  It made me
wonder what went on when I wasn’t there.  Oh, the possibilities…

On the way out, I held Janey back a little.  “Hey, Cricket?” I asked her, “I
guess that was OK, but those two are my responsibility today.  Don’t make my
job any harder for me than it is.”  I raised my eyebrows in a silent plea.
She paled, then grinned, realizing she had just barely crossed the line, but
not enough to rile me.

“OK, Sensei.  Sorry.  But Simone could tell something was up with Mom, so I
was trying to distract her.  And Nicki is so easy to, well, she really wants
to please you.  But you’re right.  I’ll focus on my job and make sure Mom is
OK.”  She walked a couple of steps.  “And, Dad?”

“Yeah?”

She leaned over and kissed my cheek, very much out of character for the
slutty attire she had on.  “In case you’re too busy tonight, I just want to
say ‘Thank you’ now for today.  For me and Mom, since she can’t say
anything.  She’s really happy.  Really happy.  And for myself, I can’t wait
to wear this new outfit to school…”

It took me a second to realize what she had said.  “You wouldn’t…!” I burst
out, before I figured she was joking.  Her delicious laughter told me I had
been had, once again.  It was going to be a long, long day.

The owners of the country café had kindly asked me not to repeat the
performance of the first Family Day.  Not that it had been bad for their
business, mind you, just the reverse.  But they felt, in spite of the surge
in profits, that they had a certain reputation to uphold as a ‘family’
oriented establishment.  I teasingly argued that Sally and Janey were my
family, but in the end I had to agree that the rather large increase in the
number of single men eating there, while good for business, could be a
deterrent to other families, especially those with teen-aged daughters.  It
seems that the girls felt they got stared at when they ate there, especially
if they came in from a workout at the gym next door.  Of course, not all of
them complained.

As a result, the trip to The Guild was considerably shortened.  At first,
seeing Sally bound so tightly and securely dampened Nicole and Simone’s
spirits.  Then the first couple of turns in the road set Sally to writhing
in orgasmic ecstasy and you could hear her moaning, even through the gag and
hood.  I checked her breathing, making sure her nose was clear, and I opened
the hole down the center of the gag a little wider.  No sense taking
chances.

Nicole watched me carefully tending to Sally.  “She is not being punished,
no?”

“No.  In fact, she is rather content right now,” I answered.

She thought about it a minute.  “Then today must be very special, or I will
be jealous,” she said finally.  I swear, it almost sounded like a threat.
Almost.

After tending to Sally, I sat back to enjoy the ride.  I put one arm around
Nicole, the other around Simone.  Nicole I pulled to me and kissed her
deeply, then I let my hand wander freely over her readily accessible charms.
  Strangely, she resisted my attentions briefly, apparently concerned about
Simone.  I took care of that by urging Simone’s head down towards my lap.
She took about two seconds to figure out what I wanted and then her hands
tore open my slacks.  She engulfed the head of my prick and then proceeded
to try to swallow the entire length of it before I stopped her with a firm
handful of her hair.

“Just Head Time, Simone.  Nothing more,” I commanded.

She grumbled a little, but complied.

“Well?” I tossed to Nicole.

She pouted prettily.  “Now I will be jealous for sure, Master.”

Laughing, I set about taking her mind off her troubles.  By the time we got
to the first stop, she was much less concerned about the privileges afforded
the others.  In fact, I had never seen her look so deliciously disheveled.
I wasn’t sure whether her shirt had shrunk with all the petting we had been
doing or if her breasts had swollen, but as a result, nothing she did would
fully cover her nipples.

Finally, with a rueful glance up at me, she raised her hands to meet my
proffered ones, further exposing her charms.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.