Chapter 58

The clean-up crew was due back at dusk, so I had plenty of time to dally
outside with my two brides.  They were still in their ribbon boxes, but by
the shifting of their feet, I could sense a bit of impatience building.  It
was time to get on with the main event.  I think if they had known what I
had planned, and what Luci Wang had just told me, they might not be so
eager.

I pulled up a lawn chair and sat in it, facing away from them.  The sun felt
good on my face and bare chest.  It was that perfect kind of a day on the
Eastern Coast of the US, not too hot, not too damp, just a slight breeze.
Perfect.  Too bad we only got one or two a year, if that.

I thought hard about what had Luci had told me, and added a bit of my own
information to the mix.  Gertie was going to be pissed, or she should have
been.  That puzzled me.  I was her favorite guinea pig, and had all kinds of
special elixirs and potions poured into me over the years, some the
permanent effects.  I was a pharmaceutical nightmare.  I couldn’t ever take
an aspirin.  Dr. Wang had told her about his procedure and what he had done.
  She must have known or at least guessed what the effects of that would be.
  Maybe it would be OK.  Or maybe Gertie really was a sadistic bitch deep
down.

Unable to come to a resolution, I got up.  I noticed both my wives had knelt
down on the hard concrete.  A sensible thing to do and I grinned at them.
Both lit up at my attention and rose to their feet.

I figured their bladders were about ready to pop, so I assisted them to the
bathroom off the pool house.  Though we had done this many times, I still
felt like an intruder when they relieved themselves while bound.  I had to
clean them, which I did carefully, but it was an intimate procedure I never
quite got used to.

I led them over to the chair I had been sitting in and had them kneel again.
  I looked at them for a long time and my love for each of them overwhelmed
me.  Their trust in me, their confidence, their faith… I only hoped I could
measure up.

“Sally, Nicole,” I began.  Always a safe bet to begin with their names, as
long as you don’t blank and call them someone else.  That’s not good…  “You
may have noticed during the ceremony that the word ‘love’ was not
mentioned.”

They both nodded, but didn’t seem concerned.

“That was intentional.  The public ceremony is to demonstrate the commitment
of each of us for the other.  Your willingness to participate, bound and
gagged, illustrated to the witnesses your position in this new family, and
your acceptance of it.  I control this family, I speak for this family.

“It is now that I will speak of my love for you, before our bonding
ceremony, which will be private.  From this moment on, I will never, or try
to never speak of my love of one or the other of you individually.  To me,
in my heart, you are one woman, my wife.  I love you both equally and
unconditionally.  Not one more, not one less, neither different from the
other, though you will not be treated the same.

“I understand that you are individuals, but you are as one my wife, two
parts of a whole.  My loves, I thought it would never be possible for me to
be this happy, to deserve such love or devotion from you.  I promise you
that I will do my utmost to honor you, as one and as two.”

Both women were weeping quietly.  They weren’t sad tears.

I waited a minute just savoring the moment.  Then I related to them, along
with all my fears, what I had learned from Luci.  How the unknown adjustment
to Dr. Wang’s devices explained my behavior of late, and that it might not
change, even after my system balanced itself, if it could at all.  They
learned some pretty classified stuff about me that afternoon.  Nicole was
listening to my words very intently, as she understood this stuff.  Sally
was listening to my tone, catching the drift of my fears by how I said what
I was saying.  Both women were at times horrified and unmoved by what I
said.

There was another period of silence after my lengthy explanation.  Sensing
that both women were OK with what I had told them, I took hold of their
leashes and led them indoors.  Both were a little mystified when, instead of
the bedroom, I led them to the dungeon.

Once inside, I closed and locked the door.  We didn’t do that often, the
door being heavy.  But it did let them know that we were not down here for a
quickie before bed.  We were here for the duration.

“We are going to consummate our relationship here with the rites of bonding.
  This ritual will last as long as it takes, one minute or one week.  I will
know, you will know when it is concluded.

“This ceremony establishes this family from this point forward.  You are
bound, gagged and naked because it pleases me.  That will be the basis for
this relationship.  I serve you, you please me.”  This was not a question,
nor was this a new idea to them.  Sally first, then Nicole had told me that
this was the way they wanted it.  Not the part about me serving them, that
was my idea, but them here for my pleasure.

“You will not speak, even when not gagged, until this ceremony is complete.”
  Again, it was a command.  No options.  “Any infraction will result in a
serious and immediate whipping.  And, as you are now one to me, both will
suffer for the error of one.”  I wanted them to be clear about this, so I
flipped the switch that illuminated the apparatus they hated most, the
stocks.  This massive wooden block forced them to bend over and blinded them
from the intentions of the whip wielder.  The stocks were set up in tandem
now, ready for the both of them.

In fact, as they looked around, all the various arrangements of frames and
equipment were set up for two at once.  I methodically flipped up all the
switches, lighting up all the torture devices that Sally, Nicole and I had
accumulated over time, singly and together.  Then, one by one, I flipped
them off, seemingly at random until just one was lit up.  I led the two over
to this one.

Two heavy vertical poles about six feet apart, two heavy rings in each, one
at ground level, the other about eight feet up.  Strong ropes hung from each
ring, the top ropes attached to a powerful winch.  The center of the floor
between the poles was raised about eight inches, like a dais.

Turning to the women, I slipped the flimsy pantaloons off them.  They
stepped out of them and I tossed them into the shadows.  I unfastened their
wrists.  Before beginning, I began to slip the ‘safe’ signals we had
designed on their fingers.  It was a simple gadget, made of two contact
electrodes and a small transmitter.  By slipping one over the thumb and the
other over the ring finger, a gagged sub could signal that her limits had
been reached by simply touching the two together.  When in contact, they set
off an alarm in the dungeon, letting the dom know immediately that the sub
was in trouble.

I immediately ran into trouble with Sally.  She refused to let me put them
on her fingers, and I was left playing twenty questions with a gagged woman.

“You don’t want them, Sally?”

No.  She was shaking her head.  God, that made her tits bounce!

“Why?  Oh, shit.  You can’t answer that one, can you.”

No.  Another bouncing feast for the eyes.  This time she notice and
shimmied, too.

“OK, let’s get the big question out of the way.  Do you still want to
continue with what I had planned?  The bonding ceremony?”

A big ‘Yes’, from both women.  They jiggled when they nodded, all four of
them.  I was getting distracted.

“But you don’t want a safe word?”  Since it served the same purpose, we
called it the same thing.

Two big ‘No’s.  I almost lost my train of thought.

“It’s going to be rough.  I explained, or tried to, that Dr. Wang’s
adjustment has made me more aggressive.  Do you understand?”

Yes.

“And no safe word?”

No.

“OK.  Suit yourself.”

I made them face each other, standing on the platform between the posts.
First I bound a right wrist to a left wrist, then a left wrist to a right
wrist using some broad leather straps.  Then I bound them together at the
elbows and just below the armpits, both around the arms with one strap, and
another around their backs, crushing their tits together.

Each strap was pulled tight, then retightened.  Due to the differences in
their height, I had Sally stand up on tiptoe before I finally tightened the
strap that went under their armpits and circled their backs.  A thick belt
went around their waist, helping hold her in place level with Nicole.  Their
legs were similarly bound at the ankles, knees and again just below the
crotch.

I pulled down the two upper ropes and fastened them to heavy rings in the
wrist straps.  I activated the winch and their arms were lifted up and out,
then their feet left the floor.  I secured their ankles to the ropes at the
bottom and pulled them tight.

My wives were tied, spread-eagled and suspended, totally helpless.  The
sight of them hanging there fired something in me and I felt a black curtain
slipping over my senses, like the fog creeps over the San Francisco hills.
I stood still for a long while and relished the dark sense of power that
came over me.  I was, at that moment, capable of inflicting great pain and
suffering on that hanging target and thoroughly enjoying it.  That lump of
flesh held no more meaning for me other that to be the recipient of my rage.
  And that’s about as close as I can describe it.  A rage, of sorts.  Only
without the evil intent.  I guess I just went a little crazy.

I beat them.  I whipped them.  I stepped up on the dais and I fucked them.
Whichever hole I hit first, I used until I came.  And they took it.  Over
and over.  For hours.  Mercilessly, remorselessly, I vented my aggressions
on their supple flesh.  Whips, crops, cats, straps and paddles.  I used them
all.

I walked around and around them, flailing at them endlessly.  When my arm
was tired, I picked a hole and fucked.  It didn’t make any difference which
hole or which wife, they were one to me.  After I had come in them,
regardless of their pleasure, I would begin again.

The room began to smell of sex, sweat and urine.  I would occasionally give
them sips of water, and the result was that they pissed where they hung.  It
was part of the process.

I remember vaguely, when I switched them from being tied front to front to
being tied back to back, that Nicole had another objection.

I had gotten them leather bras to protect their tits from my assault.
Somehow, I guess I had known this was going to happen, just not the extent
of my punishments.  I remember screaming at them, explaining I didn’t want
to rip out their nipples, rings and all.  Nicole very calmly went over to
the first aid kit and got two band-aids.  She taped one to her left tit,
then one to Sally’s.  A fucking flimsy piece of tape.

We went through a whole box of Band-aids and half a roll of electrician’s
tape I found down there.  It incensed me that they would defy me and so I
focused on their breasts.

Again, back to back, the women were whipped and fucked as one.  When I was
done with the fronts of them, I put them face to face again and started
over.  Then switched again.  I was relentless, driven, obsessed, insatiable.

It was sometime during the second day that my hormones slipped back into
balance and my system stabilized.  I felt it.  Sally sensed it.  Even Nicole
noticed a redirection of my blows.  It was odd, though.  I still felt the
need to beat the shit out of them, well, not really, but damn, it’s hard to
explain.  I knew if I hit them, it would make me feel good.  I mean, really
good.  But suddenly, that wasn’t the whole point.  Now, I knew if I hurt
them in the right way, that we would both get enjoyment out of it.

We spent the rest of that day exploring our very peculiar new
sadomasochistic relationship.  I was still not entirely comfortable with the
idea of hurting them for pleasure, but they let me know, in their nonverbal
way, that this was what they wanted.  If not all the time, at least now.

It wasn’t until they were soaking in the big Jacuzzi off the bedroom that I
took off their gags.  Then I sagged back, the ‘honeymoon’ bonding ceremony
completed.

The girls’ first reactions, their first free moves were to embrace each
other, weeping and hugging each other for a long time.  I sat, alone, but
not really.  When they were done they turned to me.

“We’ve made a decision, Larry.”

“About us and our relationship.”

“She will be first wife.”

“And she will be second.”

It was like watching a ping-pong match.  Back and forth in perfect sync.
And when had they decided this?  And practiced this routine?  This didn’t
bode well for me.  They continued.

“It’s for our own good.”

“We know we are equal in your heart.”

“But you only have one, well,..”

“..cock.”

“So when you have to do one of us at a time,”

“Sally will go first,”

“Then Nicole.”

This was too much.  “Don’t I get a say in this?”

They looked at each other then grinned.  “Sure!”

“As long as you say you agree!”

They were grinning like idiots.  They were right and they knew it.  Well,
fuck, that’s what you get for marrying up, right?

“Anything else?” I asked.

Again they looked at each other.

“Yes, Lawrence.  Master, Lover,”

“The wedding and the bonding ceremony,”

“It was perfect.”  They said this last phrase together, in unison.

It was spooky.