Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Heat Wave
Part: 25 of 25
Universe: The Heat Wave
Summary: Meet Cletus Putnam: landlord, entrepreneur, opportunist, sometime
Dom.  It's hotter than Hell and he has the only swimming pool and central
air conditioning in his little lower middle-class neighborhood -- and he's
not above taking advantage of that fact.
Content: MF bd toys

Chapter 25

	The conversation with Jean reminded me of something -- I'd been
ignoring Karen.  I was within my rights as her master and it was good
discipline -- but it needed to be balanced with sexual excesses.  That being
the case, I needed to make some preparations...  "Boys," I announced, "I'm
going to need the basement for a while.  I'll be over in the far end, but you
might not want to expose your sluts to what I'll be doing."  Having provoked
a gasp from the pair by the deliberately rude characterization, I leered at
them, adding, "On the other hand, they might find it instructive..."  I left
Jean trying to decide what to say, heading out to the garage to look for some
items I might need -- like rope.

	The Japanese have raised rope bondage to an art -- they call it
shibari.  I'm not that good at it -- because I'm not practiced, for one
thing, and I'm a perfectionist for another; true artists can somehow manage
to make the whole thing beautiful.  I was going to fake it -- what the Hell,
it was good practice. I had fifty feet of good braided nylon rope and some
smaller chunks -- I'm not a hemp kind of guy -- which I figured ought to be
enough for my purposes.  Next came the drill and a couple of heavy hooks; I
gathered my booty and headed downstairs to the far end of things beyond
Pete's new bedroom.

	Digging under the ceiling tiles, I found the floor joists and
installed the hooks in two adjacent ones, then went to work organizing my
rope.

	Karen was home; I heard her and Kate come in while I arranged things.
I went to the base of the stairs and yelled, "Slut!"  There was a general
stir -- heels thumping on the floor -- and Karen appeared in the stairwell.
"Master?"

	"Get down here!"  Karen pattered down the stairs -- and Joy and Gina
appeared and hesitantly began to follow.  "Oops!  Sorry, girls!  Just this
slut, if you don't mind..."  I chuckled and shook my head, pointing Karen
down the hall toward the dungeon.  When she'd entered my work area, I
positioned her below the hooks.  "Stand there.  Spread your legs shoulder-
width apart."  I collected my rope and handed her a loop that represented the
center of it.  "Hold this," I directed.  "I want to see your bellybutton
through the opening."  I then took my two sizeable bundles of rope and passed
them between her legs and up the crack of her ass, then over her shoulders
and back down to the loop, where I threaded them through it one at a time
with some difficulty.  Then it was around the sides at the waist to a square
knot at the middle of her back that captured the verticals in the center -
AFTER ensuring that the rope was nice and tightly wedged in her pink slot and
all of the slack was out.

	Karen had no idea what I was doing - and she didn't care; I could
tell that she assumed that whatever it was, it was going to be awesome!  I
just hoped I was going to be able to deliver...

	Next, I came up and around each side from the knot to the front, over
her shoulders, crossing the ropes between her tits.  Then I crossed them
again at the back and came back under her breasts.  Next, I crossed the ropes
again behind her back and crossed over her breasts before crossing AGAIN
behind her and coming over the shoulders and down between her breasts beneath
both the over- and under-breast passes.  Finally, I looped the ropes up and
over the top and bottom breast ropes, brought them back under and cinched
them tight, squeezing her breasts from above and below, then tied both ropes
off at her original bellybutton loop.  Thus far, it was, eh, not bad...
"Arms at your sides," I directed, then took the trailing ends of the rope
(and I was rapidly running out), wrapped them four times around Karen's
wrists at her sides, then ran them through the original vertical runs to the
shoulders just above the square knot - and tugged, finding slack that pulled
the verticals out to her sides before going back over her wrists to her belly
and again tying off the ropes in front of her.  What was left of the rope
wasn't good for much but artistic tucking, so I did that, then stood back to
critique my work.  I whirled my finger, ordering Karen to turn in a circle; I
ended up impressed - it was pretty good, actually.

Karen's eyes glowed.  "Can I see it, Master?"

I frowned, musing, then held up a finger.  Striding to the stairwell, I
yelled, "Hey!"

Pete stuck his head around the door, "Yes?"

"There is a full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door - have someone
get it and bring it down here!"

"Sure thing!"  I spent the next couple of minutes planning the next step of
my nefarious plan (well, okay, maybe not THAT nefarious) while Pete retrieved
the thing and carried it downstairs himself.  When he got to the room, he
took one look and erupted, "JOY!"

Joy stuck her head around the door.  "Master?"  I shook my head, grinning, at
the appellation, but Pete ignored me, "Get down here!  And tell Michael he
might want to bring Gina!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Master?" I chided Pete as I took the mirror and hung it on a nail on the
wall nearby.

"She loves that crap," Pete grinned.  "Frankly, I think Gina loves it even
more!"

"Well, just to warn you, Son - there are responsibilities that go with such
things."

About that time, the patter of bare feet on the stairs ended and a feminine
voice erupted, "Ooohhh!"  Joy was agog.  Michael, following more cautiously,
yelled, "Woo hoo!" and Gina, when she came into sight, just stood there with
her mouth open.

I beckoned Karen to the mirror; she did a three-sixty, eyeing herself over
her shoulder to get the back.  "Master!" she purred, "It's beautiful!"

"Well, it's one of my better efforts," I conceded.  For the benefit of the
younger set, I explained, "This is shibari - Japanese rope bondage.  It's
supposed to look as good as it works.  I'm not done yet, but I'm well along.
I plan to add to this a bit."

"Is it uncomfortable?" Joy asked.

"A little," Karen admitted.  "When I walk, it rubs..." she looked down.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, "I forgot the knot!"

"Master?" Karen blinked.

"The waist portion - and between the legs - that's called a cutter," I
explained.  "There is supposed to be a knot over your clit, so when you walk,
you get stimulated."  I grimaced, pissed at myself.  "Well, this isn't a
walking kit, anyway - I set it up to be stationary."

"Oh."  Karen looked blank, not understanding.  Well, she would soon...

"Can we stay?" Gina asked, her eyes shifting from me to Michael and back.

I thought about it.  "Yeah, I guess...  Back to your original place, Slut."
Karen walked back over and I positioned her under the hooks again.  Then I
took a fairly short piece of clothesline and bound her breasts with it,
winding it three times around her left breast, tying it off, then running it
behind her back and doing the same to her right.  They started looking red
and swollen almost immediately.

Joy looked a little worried.  "Isn't that uncomfortable?"

"Yes, it is," I agreed, "It's bondage.  This will make her breasts super-
sensitive."

"Okay..." Joy said doubtfully.

"Don't worry," I told her, "Practitioners of bondage and degradation and
sado-masochism call breasts 'fun bags,' because they're extremely sensitive,
but can handle a tremendous amount of abuse.  If I told you some of the
things I've seen done to titties, you'd probably pee yourself - but
ultimately, the women involved weren't permanently damaged."  I went over and
ran my hands over Karen's left breast, squeezing gently, "How does that feel,
Slut?"

"Omigawd!" Karen gasped.  Clearly she was hurting...

I figuratively stepped up to the podium again.  "One method of intensifying
pleasure is to add pain.  I know this sounds odd, but under certain
circumstances where the two are mixed, the body and mind become confused and
the one adds itself to the other, creating incredible orgasms.  That's what
I'm doing here - increasing Karen's level of sensitivity.  Bondage, too, can
be a multiplier; some women get very excited when things are done to them
that they are unable to resist.  That inability to resist frees them to fully
experience what is being done to them, increasing their pleasure.  We're
going to see what works for Karen."  I took a new hunk of rope, doubled it,
and threaded it under the ropes coming out of her bellybutton loop, then went
up over the two hooks - then I pulled it down and ran them through the square
knot at her back.  "Stand on tiptoe," I directed.  Karen did so, and I tied
the rope as tightly as I could, trying to get all of the slack.

Predictably, it didn't work - Karen could stand flat-footed in place
afterward.  I had a plan, however; I took the ends of the rope, looped them
through the existing vertical loops over her head, and began to wrap the
running ends around and around the descenders.  This pulled the four lengths
together - which effectively shortened them more and more as I continued to
wrap.  Soon Karen was on tiptoe again - this time without slack.  "There!" I
announced.

"What's next?" Michael asked.

"Oh, torture..." I replied, grinning from ear to ear.  Several sets of eyes
bugged - notably Karen's.  "First, let's leave her alone for a bit to enjoy
herself..."  I led the others away and up the stairs.

When we were upstairs, Pete asked nervously, "How long...?"

I laughed.  "A couple of minutes.  I need to pick up a few things."  I went
to the stash in the TV room and picked up a rubber dildo and some lube, then
went to the bathroom closet and collected a massager - one of those 110V
items with the big, no-nonsense rubberized bulb on the end that women pretend
is for muscle tension but everybody knows better.  I got an extension cord
from the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Jean asked, eyeing my collection of goodies and the
kids following me from room to room, fascinated.

"Throwing a party," I replied, grinning.  Jean would come and look or she
wouldn't...  I headed downstairs, trailing the boys and their toys.

"How are we doing?" I asked, cupping Karen's crotch after putting my
implements down behind her, out of her sight.  I rubbed her mons while
sucking one of her swollen nipples - and she clearly didn't know whether to
shit or go blind.  She let out a moan - and I'm pretty sure she didn't know
whether it was from pain or from pleasure.

I lubed the dildo and Karen's bunghole, then worked it into her, my efforts
made MUCH more difficult by the ropes tightly embedded in the crack of her
ass.  She was up as high as she could go on her toes, trying to get me some
slack while I did it. Fortunately for both of us, the dildo was a simple
item, smooth and without serious girth; those ropes weren't going to let her
expel it, either, once it was in.  Then I hooked up the massager to the
electrical power.  No doubt she found the buzzing to be ominous...  I applied
it to the end of the dildo and Karen went "Urk?" and her eyes popped.  For
the next five minutes or so, I would give her a shot of the massager on the
end of the dildo, vibrating her ass, then when she appeared to be enjoying
it, I would maul one of her purpling titties.

When that seemed to have run its course, I brought the massager to bear
directly on Karen's clit.  I waved Joy over and told her, "Hold this against
her bump until I tell you to stop, no matter what happens!"  Joy nodded
obediently and I started using both hands to maul Karen's breasts.

That massager, applied to a distended clit, brooked no argument; it didn't
matter WHAT I was doing elsewhere, Karen was going to get off!  I stared her
right in the eyes while I pulped her sensitive breast flesh - and I saw it in
them when the circuit breaker popped and her brain started telling her that
her titties were one big nerve ending - being PLEASURED!  She sucked in a
HUGE breath and...

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"  Karen wrapped her legs around
Joy's body and lifted her from the floor while she hung there and thrashed in
the rope harness, taking both their weight on her pulsing crotch as the rope
harness took the load!  Karen's eyes rolled up in her head and she spasmed
and I thought I might have triggered a seizure - and THEN she pissed herself!
I was pretty sure she squirted, too, but the evidence was kind of tainted by
yellow stuff, so I wasn't certain.  I watched her belly clench; Joy, taken
COMPLETELY by surprise, forgot all about the massager while she struggled to
get free of Karen's leg lock.  I stepped in and grabbed Joy's hands and
yelled, "Easy!" trying to calm the teenager; after a moment, Karen let go of
her and she dropped to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Baby," I apologized, "I didn't see THAT coming!"

"I'm... okay..." Joy muttered shakily, eyeing Karen in shock.

Karen hung in the harness, twitching in the aftermath of the cataclysm,
murmuring, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" her eyes blank.  I stepped in to undo the knots
tying off her titties and she shook like a leaf as circulation returned to
them, one by one.

"Can you stand?" I asked her.

"What?" she looked at me blankly.

I cast about and found a little step stool that the construction crew used to
work near the ceiling and put it under her feet.  "Stand on this."  Karen
managed to get upright long enough for me to pull the ropes off the hooks.  I
had her step down and then lowered her to the floor just beyond the puddle
she'd made.  "Are you okay?"

"Oh, Master!" Karen gasped, eyes huge, "I think I died!  Omigod!"

"You're still alive," I assured her.

"I saw God, I think!"  She was still twitching.

"Get me some towels," I directed no one in particular.

"I'll be right back!" Jean's voice replied.  I wanted to move Karen but she
is a big girl - I wasn't going to pick her up like I could Jean.  "Couch
cushions," I directed Michael, and he and Pete dashed off.

Jean almost beat them back despite the fact that she had to cover most of the
house to do it.  "What did you do to her?" she demanded as I began wiping
down Karen's wet thighs.

"H-he pleasured me - and hurt me - and pleasured me - and...  Back and
forth...  Then both, at the same time - and suddenly it didn't hurt..."
Karen's eyes were glazed.  "I've never cum like that!"

"Sooo..." Jean mused.

"Orgasm.  Really strong.  Cataclysmic," I explained.  "Right?"  I looked at
the others.  There were a lot of dumb nods.

"And the rope?"  Jean cocked her head.

"Bondage.  Part of the package," I said shortly, lifting Karen onto the
cushions the boys had placed beside her.  Once she was settled, I took a
towel to Joy.  "I'm sorry, Hon - I had no idea she was going to react so
strongly.  Why don't you run upstairs and take a shower?"

"Um, yeah, okay.  You aren't going to do it again, are you?" Joy asked.

"Well, not today, anyway," I replied, smiling.

"Okay."  She flicked a glance at Pete, more or less asking permission; Pete
nodded, then shifted his gaze back to his mother.

"Are you going to untie her?" Jean asked.

"When she can stand," I nodded.

"Karen, are you okay?" Jean asked.

"I saw God!"

Jean looked at me.  "How many people have you done this to?"

"Counting Karen?" I asked.  Jean nodded.  "One."

"Maybe you should reconsider..."

"I'll want it again," Karen said positively.

Jean looked dubious.  "Are you sure?  You... peed yourself!"

"I think she squirted, too," I opined.

"I did," Karen nodded.  "I... lost it.  Take six really, REALLY good orgasms
and squash them together into one big one - and have it hit you, WHAM!  I'm
still..."  She frowned and glanced at me.  "Is that thing still up my ass?"

I chuckled.  "Yeah."

"Okay.  Maybe it should stay there until I go to the bathroom..."

"Okay."  I started working on untying her wrists, but everything was wrapped,
so it wasn't going to be easy.  "Next time, I'll tie your feet down, I
think."

Karen nodded.  "Okay."

Jean shook her head.  "I can't imagine why you would..."

"What part of 'She had the world's biggest orgasm' do you not understand?" I
asked.  "The French call orgasm 'the little death' - I think Karen
understands that one."  Karen nodded her head, wide-eyed.  I turned my
attention back to Karen.  "If you can sit up, I might be able to get some of
this off."

"You'll have to do it for me..." There was no way she could get vertical with
her hands tied.

"Okay."  I lugged her vertical.

"I wish..." Karen husked.

"What?"

"I wish you had taken a picture of my pretty bondage..."

"Yeah, me, too."  I kissed her cheek.

Jean shuddered.  "I don't want that..."

"It's not something I would try on you," I replied, working ropes over,
under, around, and through on Karen.  "It's just not your kind of thing."

"Good."  She turned and headed upstairs.

Gina stood there, looking thoughtful.  I looked at her for a long moment,
then said, "Yes."  She blushed crimson. I turned to Michael, "Don't try it
without me - we need to talk about safety.  I made mistakes here, and I have
a pretty good idea what I'm doing.  You could inadvertently damage her."

"Okay," Michael nodded.

"I liked the rope," Gina said quietly.

"That's one of the major issues with supervision," I told her.  "If you get
wrapped wrong and something catches and you choke or the circulation is lost
somewhere..."  I heaved a breath.  "There should always be a good knife or
sharp scissors present.  I am untying her because I would prefer to reuse the
rope, but in an emergency...  No hanging, for sure, until you've messed with
it a few times.  I'll teach you two how to do a cutter and a halter for
starters."

"Okay!" Gina nodded enthusiastically.

I chuckled.  "Put her in a cutter under her clothes and make her walk around
all day with a knot rubbing her clit and she'll attack you at the end of the
day!"

"When can you...?"  Gina stammered.

"Later, I think," I told her.  "I need to help Karen now."  Gina nodded her
understanding and allowed Michael to lead her away.

Once Karen was untied and had rested a bit, I helped her upstairs to the
bathroom.  She expelled the dildo, once the ropes were no longer holding it
in, but the mess was limited; I tossed it into the sink while Karen settled
on the toilet.  After that, we showered together, me primarily there to
ensure she didn't lose her balance or anything.  I helped her soap up and
such, but held off on the sex play.  Her breasts were still tender, but the
marks of the rope were fading already.  When she was done, I sat her on the
toilet to dry off and finished myself up, then led her to the bedroom.  "Rest
a while on the bed - you might find you're sore or pulled a muscle or two," I
advised.  Karen didn't argue; she crawled onto the bed, pulled the sheet over
her, and closed her eyes.  I hung out for a while, sitting on the bed, then
got up and left when I was certain she was asleep.

Jean lit into me again when I reached the kitchen.  "What possessed you to do
that?"

I sighed as I collected a beer from the refrigerator.  "I know you don't
understand, so I'll try to take this in baby steps.  Karen needs a lot of
attention - and she hasn't been getting any the last couple of days.  I can
turn it off, and call it discipline - but if I do, I need to come back with
something - something excessive - to counter it, or I'm just ignoring her.
This went beyond the plan - but it was just incredibly successful; she'll be
a happy woman for a couple of days, probably - particularly if I follow up
with a little TLC."

"Well, okay.  You know best."  But her tone said Jean didn't believe it.

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In a couple of hours, though, Karen was up and around and proving me right.
I hacked my hunk of rope into four chunks and supervised the boys as they
tied cutters and rope halters on their women; they didn't stay on long.  I
demonstrated titty-wrapping on both girls; Gina's breasts seemed tailor-made
for it - they were easily wrapped at the base and made a fine set of swollen
purple bulbs.  I warned the boys that they needed to have me around if they
wanted to do something like that, though, and that they had to keep an eye on
things to ensure that the circulation wasn't cut off for too long.  Once she
was up, I don't think Karen willingly got beyond three feet of me all
afternoon, even in the pool.  The other females (aside from the Tabor
sisters, who were fully occupied), took notice and didn't interfere.

The heat wave seemed to have broken -- both the weather and the sexual
climate.  Summer wasn't over, by any means; I was gonna be one busy mother
fucker!