Having It All (20 page)

As the group broke up and Ron headed back to his car, Frank turned to the two girls and said, “Okay, you two, who’s the babe in the sarcophagus?”

“Huh?” answered the two girls in unison. “Sarcophagus? What? Where?” asked Cindy with a true expression of surprise on her face.

“You don’t know who’s in Betty’s place downstairs?” asked Frank, disbelieving these two who had done a pretty good detective job so far.

“Hell, no,” said Bonnie. “We literally ran into Betty as she came out of the Piggly Wiggly and took her for a drink and then it went from there.”

“Hummm,” said Frank. “That means that Betty must have been the one…not that that’s much of an ingenious hypothesis. She must have planned all of this, gotten her friend into the house and substituted her in the coffin.”

“What friend? What coffin?” Cindy pressed.

“Never mind,” said Frank. “You two come with me. I really hope you know what you’re getting yourselves into. Tell me one more time what your real experience has been so that we can gauge the level of intensity you should experience initially.”

“Ok. Well, I’ll go first,” said Bonnie. “I’m more or less the top, but I can go either way, as well as AC/DC. Cindy, who was my college roommate for two years, got annoyed with the frat slobs and general campus jerks, and we moved in together and started sleeping together and that led to my tying her up and that led to us tying each other up and over the last few years, we have acquired a pretty big stash of bondage stuff. There is a rumor running around town that such things were going on here and we just, well, we just had to find out. The snowmobile adventure was in hopes that you’d take us and throw us in the dungeon, so to speak. But your kind and honest approach made it all the more fascinating. We looked at our joint fiscal situation and realized that we could take a half year or so off and just play.”

“What does the boy know?”

“Nothing, except possibly the same stuff we heard in town. He went along to protect us and got the piss scared out of him when your guys trapped us and had guns.”

“And you, Cindy,” Frank said, sitting in his office chair and watching both women with interest.

Bonnie was about five-seven with bright green eyes, a reasonable, though not voluptuous figure, narrow thighs and a small tight ass that filled her jeans nicely. Her blond hair looked natural and was cut in a sort of Dutch boy style. She wore small gold rings in her ears and a bit of makeup. Her V neck sweater fit her well, showed a bit of cleavage and no spare tire or other fat bulges under the arms or at the waist.

Cindy was a bit shorter and more compact. She had a shorter waist and larger breasts, long dark hair that came below her shoulders and almost no makeup. Both looked well kept and seemed pretty much your normal American girls. Cindy picked up the thread from Bonnie and, although she seemed a bit reluctant to tell a stranger about her sex life, seemed to have been pretty well exposed to the scene.

“I had some bondage experience with an old boyfriend,” she said quietly. “Initially, while we were in high school, he was a prince and treated me well enough, but the week we graduated he and some friends of his and two of my girlfriends rented a beach house on Long Island. The first night we all got blitzed and I ended up tied to the bed, spread out like a filleted fish. What saved me was that everyone else passed out before things got too rough. Otherwise I was expecting a gang rape and I had set myself up for it being stupid with stupid people.

“The thing is that I liked the bondage and teasing part and when Bonnie and I first got together, I told her about it and we went from there. We have a pretty standard understanding that we don’t get involved with strangers and we can call up a safe word anytime and it will be respected.”

“That’s not always going to work here,” interrupted Frank. “The papers you signed today make us the main decision-makers on your behalf and you can safe word all you want but we will decide when you’ve had enough. If you pass out or have some serious problem, we will do everything to help you, but there are limits to what we can and will do. You sure you want to do this, now?”

“Yes. I’m ready for the next level. I want to go slowly, but I really want to feel it. Bonnie is too easy on me and I, well, I just can’t really beat her up. I want to be punished. Really. My whole life has been too easy and I want some discipline in it.”

“Anything else either of you wants to add?” asked Frank, standing up.

“No,” said Bonnie. “Do you have one of those hanging cages here? You know, like they used to put criminals in and have the birds peck their eyes out and eat their flesh?”

“Well, yes and no,” said Frank. “No flesh eating birds, but hanging cages we got. You want that for starters?”

“Yes, please,” said Bonnie, looking pleased with herself for finally telling someone her current fantasy.

“Okay. You come with me, Bonnie. Cindy, you stay here and read this.” He handed her a coffee-table sized, slipcase bound, limited edition of John Willie’s The Adventures of Sweet Gwendolyn. “See if there’s anything in here that strikes your fancy. I’ll be back in about an hour…without Bonnie.” He turned to Bonnie and said, “It’s time. Let’s go down stairs.”

Chapter Fourteen

Four X Punishment

It was Sunday and Max was in charge of the Camp. On his early rounds, he stopped by the Yellow cell, originally occupied by Betty Kim, and checked on the two women currently inhabiting the small stone room. Following her brief adventure with the town girls, Bonnie and Cindy, Kim was again chained in the far left hand corner, a heavy metal brank over her head with its own chain fastened to a large ring on the wall. Her hands and feet were in a metal stock arrangement that kept her bent at the waist. She was naked with a shiny stainless steel chastity belt around her waist and through her crotch. Her nipple rings were chained to the stocks and any attempt on her part to sit upright pulled the small dark nipples in an uncomfortable direction.

In the opposite corner, in a viciously restrictive chained hog tie, was another young woman with jet black hair pulled tightly back into a heavy braid. Her name, F&E had eventually discovered when they liberated her unwillingly from the ancient sarcophagus, was Sally Lee Lee, known as LeeLee to her friends and those in the scene who she hung around with. She was also an expert at shibari and had known Kim for many years because Kim often served as her model for live demonstrations of the art. It was LeeLee’s custom to have Kim serve as the cooperative model while LeeLee fashioned complex and artistic rope patterns on and around her. Kim’s reward was to be left in this rope maze, sometimes for days, while LeeLee watered, fed and helped her relieve herself.

Once, at a San Francisco scene event that lasted three long days, Kim spent the entire event bound in heavy braided red rope, propped up at the entrance to the main ballroom of the hotel, gagged and blindfolded, with a sign over her crotch directing guests to the various sessions.

The event sponsors had arranged to take over the entire property for the Friday-Sunday program and the hotel had been sold out for months prior to the event. In theory, the entire property was occupied only by people who knew exactly what was going on and had paid plenty to attend it. Nevertheless, someone had reported to the police that a woman was being held captive in the ballroom lobby and the cops had invaded the place. Even before they got to Kim, they encountered enough displays, kinky people and situations so that the team commander had summoned backup. The ensuing debacle was eventually sorted out only after the well known gay and BDSM-savvy Mayor showed up and calmed all parties.

The event operators had done everything right, it turned out, and they had signed hold-harmless agreements and releases from everyone, including the hotel’s management, but the cops had taken a dim view of the couple chained in tandem in the lobby and the guy suspended by his nipples at the doorway of a seminar on body piercing and other spectacular displays on the ground floor. The admonition of the mayor, before she departed, was that in the future, such shows had to be held on upper floors and real cops had to supplement the show’s security people to keep the less open minded general public at bay.

So LeeLee, hearing about Kim’s arrangement with F&E, had prevailed upon her to sneak her into the basement cell to spend a few days in happy solitude while Kim was away. She had not expected to stay as long as she had when Kim failed to return, but since no one had done or said anything, she had remained in the open coffin and slept peacefully in her tight fabric wraps and gag. Now she had a metal gag/blindfold harness over her mouth and eyes and wore a similar belt to that of her friend across the cell from her. Her ample, but apparently enhanced breasts were bound with rubber covered wire wrapped around the base of each mound, held in place with more wire that traced the path of a normal bra and then crisscrossed with a web of wire that surrounded the nipple. Completing her bondage was a metal arm separator that held her elbows within a few inches of each other and a similar spreader at her knees. A chain led from the top of her brank to the center of the leg spreader and caused her to stare sightlessly at the far wall where Kim was bound.

“For a pair that caused so much concern around here, you two are taking it easy,” Max said as he walked around the cell, checking on the locks and stocks and chains, offering water or hygienic relief and walking out. He slammed and locked the cell door behind him and wondered if this was all the punishment either Asian woman was going to get. He knew what had happened and he was not pleased that Kim had used him to get her friend into the house and into her cell, then helped him bind and wrap her in the sarcophagus. Kim’s story had been plausible at the time and he had the authority to do what she asked, so it had happened and since no one had said anything to him about it, he had assumed that F&E knew and approved of the new guest in Kim’s cell while she was in town.

Only when the two townies arrived in the basement in chains and were shown to their punishment rooms did Max discover that he had been duped. He did not like being made a fool. F&E realized, and told him so, that Kim had beguiled him and no disciplinary action was taken over Max’ innocent complicity. However, on Friday, when the two town women were taken to be flogged for their initial deception with the snowmobiles, Max was told to carry out the beating, which he did with a fresh cane and considerable vigor.

Cindy and Bonnie had spent Wednesday and Thursday in moderate restraint; Cindy shackled to the wall with arms and legs spread to maximum extent and originally wearing a common ball gag. When she continued to whine and try to talk with this in her mouth, Ellen, who was supervising the girls’ initial sessions, decided to use a more creative and uncommon sort of gag on her. From the pile of clothes that both girls had been required to shed and leave on the floor, Ellen extracted two pair of cotton panties and a bra which she knew belonged to Cindy. She removed the ball gag and, holding the girl’s nostrils shut, forced her to open her mouth again. Both pair of panties were stuffed into the reluctant mouth and then the bra was wrapped around her head twice and the two metal clips fastened over the now stuffed and spread lips.

This bra-gagging, as Ellen called it, was a bit of an obscure art and required that the bra be of such a size and style that when the part of the bra that joined the cups in front and normally went between the breasts was placed over the mouth with the nose between the cups, the side panels were pulled back along the sides of the head, over the ears and crossed in back. The ends were then brought forward and connected over the panty-stuffed mouth. The size and amount of stretch in the bra determined the tightness of the gag. On smaller bras and girls with big heads, this arrangement forced the panty stuffing deep inside the oral cavity and the bra pulled back the cheeks and held the mouth open. On larger bra sizes or smaller heads, the bra gag simply provided an effective mechanism to keep the panties in place.

The creativity of this device was further demonstrated by using the bra cups as an effective blindfold. This was especially useful with soft cup, wireless bras that were, according to Ellen’s considerable experience, best suited for this arrangement. The bra straps were pulled up and over the head and possibly crossed at the crown for better positioning. This pulled the cups up over the eyes, making a passable blindfold. With bras that had a lining of light foam or other shaping material, this usually prevented the wearer from seeing anything, but the cups could be stuffed with additional fabric to further restrict sight. Ellen had experimented with this system and found that even bras with front fasteners could be used by reversing the attachment. That is, the back panel of the bra was used to first cover the mouth and then the front closure clips were the last thing to be fastened over the mouth packing. If needed, the shoulder straps could be tightened to secure the entire arrangement. At times, a few layers of electrical or duct tape was added to complete the ensemble.

Ellen and Frank agreed that this was one of those ideas that blossomed over time and they discovered that some women hated it and others found such restraint binding to be highly erotic. It was a bit like using stockings or pantyhose for tying someone up, male or female, Ellen suggested. The use of lingerie for bondage had different affects on different people and many were really turned on by the practice. When taking a new guest captive in a “street” environment, the use of the captive’s underwear for securing them was a handy bonus.

So Cindy stayed more or less stapled to the wall, her mouth stuffed with her and Bonnie’s panties and held in place with her own bra. Bonnie, per her original request, was left hanging in the body-contoured steel cage with her hands cuffed behind her, elbows pulled back with wide cuffs with an adjustable bar between them and a very large ball gag in her mouth. The seemingly comfortable position in the cage was actually quite uncomfortable because, unlike the cages of ancient times, this one had enhancements that allowed each of the horizontal, flat metal straps to be tightened until they snugly gripped the enclosed suffering body. Bonnie had climbed into the cage with enthusiasm, but that initial excitement turned into one of trepidation as the embracing straps were slowly tightened. Ellen began with those at the feet and worked her way upwards, slowly, making sure that Bonnie felt each snugly secure metal band as it pressed into her young flesh. Behind the gag, Bonnie at first whined and then tried to yell louder as Ellen moved from thigh to hip and then to waist, twisting the locking wing nuts at the center spine of the cage