Chapter 31 - Milord Atlas
Though the liquid breakfast Kelly provided the next morning
was delightful, we generally liked to include a little variety,
especially on Sunday morning, so we got dressed to go out. Kelly
laced me tightly into a shimmery midnight-blue satin corset and I
pulled on one of the leather minis I liked so well, plus a midnight
satin blouse that buttoned down the front. I was proud to show off my
cleavage so I left several buttons undone, allowing the corset to
maximize the display of my new assets. Earrings, jewelry, and the
towering satin pumps Kelly had first provided for me completed the
basic outfit with elegance and style. Kelly matched my outfit,
choosing ice-blue for her corset and blouse to set off her own eyes,
and we were about ready to go out when the doorbell rang.
Vixen stood outside, still bound in her chains but without a
gag. She had pushed the button with her arm, only able to reach it
since her own sky-high heels put it at the level of her elbow. She
was holding a small bag behind her back in her bound hands.
"Come in," I offered, "you're looking more beautiful than
ever."
"Thank you, Milady," she said. "I feel wonderful! But I am
not allowed to enter. My owner has a present for Milady Brandy. In
return, he asked if you might exchange these bonds for the armbinder I
wore before. In addition, he asked for the keys to the car you drove
last night, and those to the house which I brought here before we left
yesterday."
"Are you sure you want to give him all your things?" asked
Kelly as she took the package from Vixen's hands. I knew the answer
already, for I would have gladly given Lord Odysseus everything I
owned after his lesson to me. However, that wouldn't be necessary
since I didn't need full-time training. Vixen merely nodded, happy in
her freedom as a slave, freedom to concentrate on her own emerging
nature without worry about daily management of her affairs.
I was already on my way to get her keys and the red leather
armbinder. True to her command, she stood on the steps while I
removed the light chain, collar, and cuffs, then replaced them with
the red leather binder and its own, shorter chain.
"Please lace it extra tight, Milady," begged Vixen. "My
master will check and I want him to be satisfied."
Kelly was a little concerned, again, but I knew that Lord
Odysseus would take proper care of her, loosening the laces if
necessary. The initial tightness, however, would be an indication of
commitment and I wanted to help my former slave mate in any way I
could. I pulled the laces more tightly than ever before and it was
approaching the snug fit of our corsets when I finished. Vixen's arms
were held closely together from the elbows down and her shoulders were
pulled well back. The resulting aggressiveness with which her new
tits were thrust forward certainly optimized her figure, especially
since she was still lean enough not to need a corset.
"How will you carry your keys?" Kelly asked, since now Vixen's
hands were fully enclosed within the binder.
"If you would be so kind, Milady, I would appreciate it if you
would put them in the bag. Then I could carry it in my teeth,"
replied Vixen.
We opened the package she had brought to find two curved
silicone-filled shapes inside, with a note. These we took out, then
placed the keys inside. Vixen cheerfully took the bag in her mouth,
then gave a surprisingly graceful bow that I knew must have been
practiced for just this occasion, bending her knees just enough to
allow slack in the chain she could use for her forward bend. Only the
tension of the armbinder kept her shoulders back far enough to prevent
her tits from falling out of the top of her slave dress, but she
managed to retain at least a minimum of modestly throughout her
motion.
"Do you need any other clothes from your house?" Kelly asked.
Vixen shook her head, unable to speak with the sack in her
mouth, so I answered for her.
"I expect she'll be kept nude, except for her bonds, for at
least a little while. Do you need us to call in to your work, though,
to request vacation?"
She frowned in confusion for a second and I realized she
hadn't thought that far ahead. However, in a moment she shook her
head again. If something needed to be done, her master would do it.
We each gave her a hug, she smiled a glorious smile at us, then turned
back down the walk to the waiting car, turning to fall into it since
she couldn't bend over. I assumed Odysseus was in it, but he never
showed. Once upon a time I would have been worried about sending a
friend off into absolute domination, but I had been trained by
Odysseus myself and knew it would truly benefit Vixen, once known as
Billie Jo, to place herself under his orders.
Once Vixen was gone, we read the note included with the items
we had found in the bag. It read, "Dear Brandy, these items can be
used to disguise your masculine package, giving you a feminine mound
instead of a man's bulge so that the tape you generally wear will not
be necessary. One is designed to fit inside your panties. The other
is for when you can't wear panties, either because the line would show
or because your outfit is too brief, like a swimsuit. It is held in
place with the adhesive that's included. I expect you'll find them
useful."
The note was signed, "Lord Odysseus."
I was anxious to try them on, but I had already taped my bulge
into obscurity and decided not to waste the work I had done. As time
went on, I was becoming more and more comfortable with my life as
Brandy and didn't feel a panicked rush to make everything happen at
once. These presents would wait, though a part of me wanted to
immediately don the minimum sized one and shop for a skimpy bikini.
At brunch I brought up the question of how to introduce Rocky
to this latest adventurous addition to our lifestyle.
"I can't see him as a slave, though he would look unbelievable
in a tight leather thong and chains!" I suggested.
Kelly giggled at the image, but agreed, "No, he definitely
would need to be the master. It's too bad that the bondage parties
are restricted to one master per slave. Rocky and Raven would make a
terrific pair, but they couldn't share Angel. I wonder if we could
borrow Vixen."
"No," I said, "we can't interfere with her training. I guess
Rocky will just have to meet Raven at a later time. Now let's see, he
can't be Rocky at the party. How about Milord Atlas?"
"Perfect!" Kelly exclaimed. "He's certainly strong enough for
the part."
"I'll call him later and invite him to the next party. We
won't tell him anything about it except that it's a costume party, and
that we have his costume. That should keep him guessing!" I laughed.
When I called him, Rocky agreed to come to the party. He said
that he would fly out in one of his company planes, and asked if we
would arrange ground transportation. Kelly and I decided to splurge
and rent a limousine for the occasion, both to show Rocky how much we
appreciated him, and for the spectacular entrance it would make at the
bondage party.
The next morning when we got up, I immediately tried out the
disguise mound that Lord Odysseus, really the cosmetic surgeon
Dr. Sanford, had provided. It was perfect, as though it had been
molded exactly to my shape. When I tucked it into my panties I took
on a little bit of a tummy, adding a gently feminine curve downward
from just below my navel. My masculine package was submerged in this
smooth shape, the combination soft enough that I wouldn't need to
worry about a man's leg sliding up between mine and discovering my
secret.
It was so convincing that I wore it all that day. I tried out
the smaller one the next day, gluing it in place with the special
adhesive. It worked nearly as well, though it was constrained by how
far it could blend out the curves. Still, I felt I could wear a
skimpy bottom without worry about showing an unnatural shape. Thanks
also to Dr. Sanford, I had a real set of tits to display within a
revealing top. The disguise mounds were actually more comfortable
than the tight tape I had been wearing, so I left it on and went
shopping. The color matched my own skin beautifully, and there was
even a delicate fringe of hair decorating the mound, so for the first
time I could strip in a dressing room without worrying about watching
salesclerks. I found a dangerously revealing bikini in a deep wine
red and felt I could now hit the beach if I needed to.
Our outfits for the day Rocky arrived used the midnight and
ice blue color schemes. I really thought that Kelly's alternative in
dark red and pink was pretty, but I preferred the blues when we wanted
to really impress someone. The dresses were in a smooth knit
material, sized a little too small for us so that we could emphasize
our feminine shapes. We went braless to celebrate my new tits,
particularly the protruding nipples, and left the front of the
zippered dresses open low enough that it would be clear that we were
all natural under the thin material.
The chauffeur for the limousine when it arrived was a gorgeous
blonde with spectacular legs, highlighted by heels almost as tall as
those we wore and tiny, tight shorts even more revealing than our
skirts. I should have known that Kelly would choose a limousine
service that employed pretty drivers. The chauffeur was very capable
though. She got the long car into our driveway in good order, then
held the door for us. Kelly got in, but I paused at the door.
"I think I owe you an apology," I told her as I prepared to
enter the car.
"Ma'am?" she said, not understanding.
"I'll take it back if you call me ma'am," I warned, though I
let a twinkle show I wasn't really mad, "but I must admit I assumed
you got this job based only on your beauty, but you're obviously very
capable."
"Thank you, . . uh . . miss," she said.
"Call me Brandy," I told her. "Formality is for stuffed
shirts." Then I took a deep breath, demonstrating what was stuffing
my shirt.
It was a reflex, really. I tended to flirt with anyone that
caught my eye, and that was just about anyone. My dual nature kept me
interested in women, while Lord Odysseus's instruction had given me a
whole new understanding of what it meant to be a woman, and to be
loved by a man. The chauffeur's reaction was more than I expected,
however. She took her own deep breath, a rush of color flooded her
cheeks, and her tongue danced lightly over her lips. She looked away
quickly, but in a second a side glance returned, trying to ensure my
interest while revealing her own.
"What is your name," I asked.
"Cheryl," she replied, still blushing and breathing roughly.
"Well, Cheryl," I smiled sensuously at her, hinting at
pleasures too intense for words, "when we get back from our party,
perhaps we can tell you about it."
"Yes, . . Brandy, I'd like that," she said softly, embarrassed
but too excited to deny her interest.
I slid into the car, so much easier when not wearing chains,
and was immediately embraced by Kelly, kissing me hotly, rubbing her
tits against mine.
"You're absolutely shameless," she giggled, "next you'll be
shooting fish in a barrel. But you are so HOT! That smile you gave
her made me flow so much it'll probably look like I peed in my
panties."
"Let me check," I offered with a grin, reaching for her skirt.
"Don't you dare," she laughed, "we need to keep neat until
Rocky sees us!"
"Just until he sees us?"
"And until we're private, again."
"You certainly make a lot of conditions. How about if we
limit the conditions to just reasonably private, like right now?" I
said as I reached to caress her magnificent tits. I noticed Cheryl
watching us in the rear view mirror, and caught her eyes with mine to
let her know I saw her. Then I reached under Kelly's skirt to caress
her with one hand while I fondled my own tit with the other. Cheryl
blushed furiously, then looked away, but in a second I saw her eyes
return to the mirror. My grin at catching her re-ignited her cheeks,
but she licked her lips in interest and didn't move her eyes away
until she needed to in order to drive. Kelly was gasping by this
time, and her panties really were wet with her flowing nectar. Never
one to go back on a promise, I stroked her to a tumultuous orgasm,
less intense than when she was bound, but more visible. Of course, I
knew Cheryl was watching, so the visible nature of Kelly's orgasm was
a bonus, not a detriment.
Despite the distraction, Cheryl got us to the airport before
the plane arrived. In fact, we were just a little bit early and were
watching as it pulled up to the executive ramp. The corporate-style
jet was a beautiful Citation 5, elegant and roomy with a maximum
capacity of eight or nine. Again I was surprised, and again I
shouldn't have been, to see the flight crew were both beautiful women.
Since Rocky had to be about the most desirable bachelor in the world,
rich, handsome, wonderful to be around, I should have known that his
staff would be deluged with requests from attractive women for any and
all job openings. The slightest encouragement from Rocky and his
staff would have selected the prettiest candidates from the multitudes
offered. That might have been part of the reason Rocky was attracted
to Kelly and me. We obviously weren't after him for his money, or
with matrimony in mind, but we were also pretty decorative.
Once the flight crew had shut down the plane, Rocky came down
the steps and met us at the door. Every time I saw him I was
impressed again with just how big he was. After being Milady Raven
and after our time with Odysseus, who was only a little above average
in height even though much above average in muscles, my scale for men
had changed. In my towering heels I felt strong and powerful, able to
dominate most men and all women. Until I saw Rocky again, that is.
Next to his massive masculinity I again felt delicately feminine, soft
and small. I flowed toward his arms, intending to greet him with a
passionate kiss as soon as I was close enough, before my beloved rival
Kelly could do the same.
But he held me back at arms length and exclaimed, "Brandy!
You look incredible. I didn't remember that you had such delightful
. . curves."
"They're just the first of many surprises we have for you," I
said, hinting at the others with a wink.
"I can't wait," he said, gathering me into his arms for the
delayed kiss. After an instant in his embrace I didn't want to wait
either as he kindled within me the flames of need that were always
close to ignition. I rubbed my smooth mound up against him, provoking
another start of surprise, and he pulled me back so that he could see
my face. His eyes asked just how much I had changed my body, but this
time I shook my head, no, grinning at his wonder.
Then it was Kelly's turn for a kiss, her own magnificent tits
were constrained only by the tightly-knit material and were much more
prominent than mine. I thought her nipples were glorious before he
kissed her, but the way they extended after their lips met showed me
just how spectacular my wife's mammary development really was. When I
was in the pleasant position Rocky now occupied, my view was a bit
restricted and my hands had obviously never quite conveyed the
message. When we got back in the limo, we were all breathing roughly,
even though for once Kelly and I weren't constrained by corsets.
"You have got to explain how you can look so natural," Rocky
said, tentatively fondling my smooth breast. His eyes widened when he
got a response from the nipple as it grew into a hard button under his
fingers. My own reaction to his touch was a sharp gasp, the
developing nerves sending a delicious tingle through my body.
"They look natural because they are, or at least, they're as
real as those on any other woman with a good cosmetic surgeon," I
explained, then unzipped my dress to my navel and pulled it open to
show my gorgeous curves. He reached for smooth mound of flesh,
tracing the microscopic line of the scar, then lightly stroking the
hot, swollen nipple.
"That's an important commitment, you've made," he said,
serious for a moment. "Have you made others?"
"Not that modify my body," I assured him, "the doctor gave me
a little cushion to hide my cock, but it's still there."
"Good," Rocky smiled, "I like you just the way you are, though
the improvements are wonderful! Whatever made you decide to do that?"
"Well, it's a long story, but the condensed version is that
our neighbor, Billie Jo, decided to go in for enhancement. She asked
me to come along for moral support, and somehow or another I ended up
in the bed next to her at the hospital," I explained.
"Would you like something to drink?" I offered, preparing to
spring our next surprise.
"Sure, I suppose this occasion qualifies for champagne," he
suggested.
I glanced at Kelly to see her own secret shining in her eyes,
anxious to be shared.
"Actually," I grinned, "I think I'd like something different
to drink."
"Like what?" Rocky asked.
"Oh, I was thinking about fresh milk," I hinted, winking at
Kelly. Rocky noticed the byplay, but he didn't understand. Yet.
"I'll check, there should be some in this limo's
refrigerator," he offered.
"No thanks," I declined. "I want some really fresh milk."
That statement confused him until Kelly unzipped her own dress
to expose her full, beautiful tits. I leaned forward to suck at one
nipple while she brought the other to her own lips. In a second, I
was rewarded by warm sips of really, really fresh milk, while Kelly's
heavenly expression indicated she was receiving her double pleasure as
well.
"Would you like some?" I offered, leaning back from Kelly's
lovely source. Rocky was too amazed to move, looking at us with his
mouth hanging open. However, his panting breath and the hard rocks in
his pants showed how excited he was.
"If you're not interested, I'll take advantage of the
opportunity myself," I warned.
"No, I'm interested," he said. "You girls are truly amazing.
I can't imagine what else you'll come up with."
He leaned forward to sample Kelly's refreshment, sucking
strongly on the nipple I had abandoned. His throat began to work as
he swallowed his reward and a strange, soft expression appeared on his
face, as though he were transformed back into a small, carefree child.
Kelly's expression continued to show the deep pleasure she was
enjoying, and once again I resolved to see if we could get my own
supply started, though I would never hold nearly as much as Kelly.
Even her supply was drained in a short while, however, so we
did break out the champagne as a dessert, eating the fruits that had
also been supplied with the limousine. The ride was as elegant as
only a limo can be, smooth, fast, luxurious. This time I wasn't able
to flirt with the chauffeur, since Rocky was there. Lord Odysseus had
taught me to truly appreciate men, but I was still pretty focused on
women. Only a few outstanding exceptions among men really excited me,
especially once my confidence had increased enough that I didn't need
continual reinforcement of my attractiveness, but I still considered
pretty women very interesting. So did Rocky, but I was glad that at
this moment his interest was focused on Kelly and me. I remembered
our trip out, though, and did manage to catch Cheryl's eyes once to
confirm her interest. The promise in her expression brought my
sensitive nipples to attention within the thin dress, provoking a bit
of tease from Kelly as we exited the car.
She laughed and said, "Goodness, Brandy, you're no better at
concealing your thoughts now than you were when you used to let your
cock show through tight pants. Put you next to someone sexy and
something's gonna get hard."
"Speak for yourself. The only reason you don't give yourself
away is that you're nipples are always enormous," I said as I reached
over to lightly pinch her nipple in my long red nails. "Wait till
Rocky sees you in your dress, tonight."
"How long will it take you girls to get ready for the party?"
he asked.
"That depends on what we're doing just before we start getting
ready," I replied. My smile offered to do whatever he wanted until
that time and the bulge in his pants got more sharply defined than
ever.
He swept me in to his arms again for an intense, penetrating
kiss. I responded more fully, more completely than I had ever done
before, now trained by Lord Odysseus in total release. In an instant
I was so hot I needed either a cold shower or a hot bedmate, but Rocky
broke our kiss and stood back. I moaned when he raised his head,
reaching with my lips for those that had abandoned me, but he stayed
out of my reach.
"Goodness," he breathed. "You've changed in more ways than I
knew, but all for the better."
"Goodness had nothing to do with it," I laughed with Mae
West's old line, reaching again for another kiss.
He smiled but held me away, "Not until you tell me about this
costume party."
"It's actually not quite a costume party, though we will go in
costumes," I said obliquely. "It's more of a role-playing party. You
need to become another person tonight. The costume is just part of
the role."
"And what role did you have in mind for me?" he asked.
"How would you like to be Milord Atlas, with two slave girls
in attendance?" I offered.
"Are you serious?" he gasped in surprise, but his interest
flaunted itself within his pants.
"Completely," Kelly confirmed. "In fact, we've already done
it."
"You've done this before?" he asked incredulously.
"Several times," Angel replied. "Not enough, but several."
"Do you want to do this, too?" he turned to me.
"Yes, Milord Atlas. I have been both mistress and slave, as
has Kelly. It's an incredible experience, one that I'm more than
willing to repeat. The party we're going to is a bondage party.
Those who attend are expected to act their parts, not just dress for
them. I make a most convincing mistress, and a most desirable slave."
"Which did you enjoy more?" he asked in wonder, not believing
this latest outrageous facet of our lifestyle.
"I have only been a slave girl once," I replied, "before
tonight. I would have said I enjoyed being a dominant more, but at
the last party, Milady Halo, who is Kelly's dominant, sold me to a
wonderful master. He taught me things that I can't wait to show you,
things that I just know will be even more wonderful with you."
"What sort of things?" he demanded, shock mixing with
irritation in his expression.
"Things I can only show you, but how to really kiss you is
only a small taste of the pleasures we can now share. It was
wonderful, but he was only a teacher. You're the one who can give
those pleasures real meaning."
He shook his head, not in refusal, but in wonder at our
willingness to do something he thought was distasteful. For him, it
would have been, but with the right master (or mistress) I was willing
to be a slave girl.
"Milord Atlas, we really do enjoy this," I assured him. "For
a little while, we can allow ourselves to be as sensual and attractive
as we can be, trusting you to protect us. Our bonds constantly remind
us that we are desirable enough to be owned and cared for. It makes
for an incredible evening."
"How could you sell her to someone, to be used?" Rocky
demanded of Kelly, still confused and irritated.
"Relax," I interrupted, " we knew the master before hand, and
knew we could trust him. Think of it as private lessons, if it's
easier for you, but there was no real force, no bullying, no pain.
We, both Vixen and I, were bound but not otherwise coerced except by
the force of his personality. He was a true master, but never really
a lover. I think you'll like what I learned in my lesson. We weren't
actually sold, either, no money was involved. If any money had
changed hands, it should have been us paying him for the training."
"Vixen and I were up on the slave block, though," I laughed,
trying to defuse his tension. "Milady Halo was offered a hundred
thousand dollars for the pair of us, if she had really wanted to sell
us. Learning how desirable we were was part of our training, and it
certainly made me feel better about myself."
"I don't know," Rocky said, still a bit upset. "I hate
slavery even more than I hate bullying, mostly because they're both
facets of the same ugliness."
I captured his face in my hands and kissed him gently, keeping
our previous passion under control. "I know," I said, "that's part of
the reason we love you so much. You've never really been involved in
bondage, have you?"
"No," he admitted, "only the time we made love with Kelly,
when I was here before."
"Did you think she was suffering, in her bondage?" I asked.
"No, of course not," he said. "She was having a terrific
time."
"Why do you think she was feeling so good?" I prodded.
"I guess it's because she could just let go, and not worry
about control."
"Exactly," I confirmed. "No one with any pride or self-esteem
could do that all the time, just as no one but a bully would be happy
with someone so weak. But for a change of pace, for a chance to be
taken to places you couldn't get to on your own, it's marvelous.
Isn't it Kelly?"
"Absolutely," she confirmed. "When Milady Raven took me to my
first bondage party, I felt more intensely alive, more desirable, more
valuable than I have ever felt before. Even after I was Kelly again,
I felt good about the desire I had provoked when I was a slave, when
no one was interested in anything but my body. It's like being bound
to the bed, the sensations seem to break through old limits and define
a higher plane of pleasure. Being a slave in public made me feel more
beautiful than anything else has ever done. I can't wait to do it
again, with the right master."
"The right master is key," I continued, piling on the
arguments. "It has to be someone you can trust absolutely, even more
than you trust yourself. That way you can willingly surrender control
in the expectation that you will be happier because of it. The master
Milady Halo gave me to took me places I never expected to go, but now
I know how to get there, if you'll help me return."
Rocky shook his head, but this time it was in wonder, not in
denial. "Every time I think you two couldn't possible top yourselves,
in outrageous, exciting, intensely hot ideas, you come up with
something even more incredible than before. All right, I'll play your
game. But you better understand right now, I play for keeps. While
you are my slaves, I will expect absolute obedience and absolute
devotion. Is that understood?"
"Absolutely," we chorused, breaking down in giggles at the
release in tension.
"Do you have our costumes prepared?" Rocky asked, already
beginning to take charge.
"Yes, Milord Atlas," Kelly replied.
"Including one for you, Milord Atlas," I smiled, the heat
behind my lashes hinting at the virility he would display.
"Then fetch them," he ordered.
Kelly scurried off to get our slave outfits while I went and
got the outfit for Milord Atlas. His outfit was more fitting for a
comic-book superhero than a real man, but then, Rocky was about the
size and shape of a superhero, complete to the rugged manhood of his
features. We had gotten him a stretchy spandex unitard that fit him
tighter than a glove. The black material caught highlights from
everywhere and flashed as his muscles rippled with animal power.
Under the wide black shoulder straps of the unitard, we gave him a
pirate shirt complete with flowing sleeves, open at the collar to
display the muscles of his massive chest. When the time came, we
would use the open collar to frame one of the chains he would wear, a
neck chain obviously holding the keys to our bonds. The other chain
was a belt, made of massive gold links similar to those that we would
wear as our bonds, but sized up to declare the strength it would take
to contain his power. Shiny black boots and gauntlets with
exaggerated cuffs completed his outfit, enhancing the comic-book
nature of the outfit in proud celebration. Milord Atlas, his clothes
declared, was indeed a superman, more powerful than ordinary mortals.
Kelly had changed to her slave dress while I was helping
Milord Atlas with his clothes. His eyes lit up when he saw the
dangerously revealing, outrageous costume, but his response was even
more noticeable (in that tight unitard he couldn't really hide
anything) when he saw the chains she carried.
"With your permission, Milord Atlas, I will show you how these
chains are attached," I offered.
He nodded abruptly, striving to maintain his dominant persona.
Rocky was a powerful man in both physical and personality attributes.
Anyone who could build a fortune from hard work and determination was
used to giving orders to subordinates, and that aspect of being a
master was no problem for him at all. The problem was the distraction
Angel provided with her near nudity more emphasized than hidden by the
tiny slave costume, coupled with her shining beauty and glorious
figure. It took a dedicated, conscientious master like Lord Odysseus
to overcome the natural urges demanded by Angel's intense femininity.
For Rocky, it was almost too much. However, he forced his mouth
closed by sheer determination and watched as I chained Angel.
That nearly did him in again. The shining gold links of her
collar, cuffs, and chains lifted her back to that matchless image of
innocence and sensuality that only Angel possessed. I was watching
his reaction first with amusement, then with growing concern, not that
I would have minded an interesting interlude, but I was afraid his
unitard was going to explode in the vicinity of his visibly pulsing
erection. From my own experience I knew it must have long passed the
painful stage, and I wondered if he would go on with our plans for the
evening. In a moment, Angel was bound, the links of the chains
tinkling their constant melody of submission, and Milord Atlas placed
the keys on the chain about his neck while I left to change my own
clothes.
When I returned,Milord Atlas was kissing Angel, pulling her
slender waist to him, wrapping her in his massive arms with a physical
dominance that even Lord Odysseus could not match. The pain of his
erection was balanced by the incredible erection in Angel's nipples,
straining against the thin fabric. I wasn't really jealous of my wife
in the ordinary sense, just jealous that I wasn't getting my share of
the loving that our master was dispensing, so I coughed to get their
attention.
"Milord Atlas, would it be your pleasure to chain me at this
time?" I asked demurely, holding out the chains, including the link
for my hair.
He looked at that link, but tossed it on the table. "I prefer
your hair to be loose and flowing," he declared. But he took the
collar and fastened it around my neck, leaving the lock open as he had
seen me do for Angel. The bracelets followed, and then the ankle
cuffs. Before he fastened the chain to my collar, he pulled it slowly
through his fingers, letting the gold shine against the black depth of
his gloves. He twirled his finger silently and I turned around,
listening once again for the terribly important click as he fastened
the first of my locks. Milord Atlas quickly completed my bondage,
clicking my wrists together behind my back, and my ankles to the
hobble.
"Are there any other bonds?" he asked.
"Yes, Milord," I confirmed, "in the package on the table."
With my eyes I indicated the package I had brought out when I returned
in my own brief slave dress. He reached inside and drew forth first a
golden chain leash, which he placed aside as he looked for what else
was in the package. The next item to be withdrawn was one of the ball
gags. Once again his eyes widened at this further sign of abject
submission.
"Have you actually worn this?" he asked, wonder again in his
gaze.
"Yes, Milord," we both confirmed.
I could see he didn't particularly care if we could speak or
not, but curiosity at what the ball gags would do, what they would
look like, flared in his eyes and I could tell he would place them on
us. He moved to me and I opened my mouth, taking the ball behind my
teeth. He fastened it in place below the mass of my flowing hair and
stood back to look at me. There was sympathy in his eyes, but also
such intense desire that I knew he realized my appearance, my
submission, was exciting him as much as it excited me. Even aside
from the expression in our eyes, however, the signs of our excitement
were flamboyantly displayed in my erect nipples and his throbbing
bulge. He shook his head again at our unbelievable willingness to
explore outrageous fantasies, but he moved to place Angel's gag in her
mouth as well.
"Is there anything else?" he asked, smiling at the realization
that we couldn't speak to answer him, but informing us by his question
that he expected us to solve the problem somehow.
Angel looked about uncertainly, not sure if there was anything
else to do before we left, but I decided I would rise to the challenge
and stepped with the tiny stride allowed by my hobbles to where my
purse was sitting. I reached behind myself to pick it up and opened
it. Inside were both the location to give the driver of the
limousine, and the money to pay for our entry fees to the bondage
party. Working by feel, I extracted these from the pocket of my purse
where I had placed them, then walked to Milord Atlas and turned
slightly to offer them to him. He smiled at my success, but said
nothing. Once Angel saw how to get something, she used a similar
technique for our domino masks, offering them to our master as well.
He put his on, then put ours on us, carefully working the elastic
under my flowing hair. He placed the other items, including a few
things from his own wallet, within the extended cuffs of his
gauntlets. Taking up our leashes he hooked them to our collars and
walked to the door, sauntering with relaxed power that I knew was
scaled to the pace we could maintain in our hobbles. We left the
house in his wake and stood quietly while he locked up. Then he
started us toward the limousine with a negligent tug on our leashes
and we meekly followed.
When Cheryl saw us walking toward the limo revealed in our
tiny dresses and chained from head to foot, she gasped in amazement.
But her face also heated with a warmth that was not due to
embarrassment, but obvious desire. She looked at me with an
expression that shouted of her need, and I felt it was as much for the
experience of being bound as for the sexual stimulation her body was
craving. If I hadn't been gagged I might have suggested that she take
the place of one of the slave girls so that I could be Milady Raven
again, but there wasn't really time to start over. Besides, I wanted
to serve Milord Atlas later that evening as his slave girl.
When we reached the limousine, Milord Atlas lifted each of us
into the car with negligent strength, casually placing us on the jump
seats with our chains led beside the narrow cushions. He fastened our
seatbelts around us and slid to his own seat after handing Cheryl the
directions to the party. She closed his door and hurried to the
driver's seat, backing smoothly from the driveway and heading toward
the freeway. Milord Atlas looked at us for a short while, but reached
to remove our gags before we even left our neighborhood.
"I may replace these later, but for now I think I would like
you to talk to me," he said.
"Yes, Milord," we answered.
At his order we told him of our previous parties, right up
until we were sold. At that point I requested permission to hold of
on further explanations until later, when I could show him rather than
try to put it into words. He was about to demand I go forward, but
the promise in my eyes of what I would show him made him decide to
wait for the experience. He filled us in on his activities until we
reached the neighboring city where the bondage party was being held.
