Message-ID: <12212eli$9806161448@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12212.txt> From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimson@yahoo.com> Subject: {ASSM} New: Time Out Of Time - Chapter 102 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [102/???] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980616025244.3284.rocketmail@send1c.yahoomail.com> This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but at least you've been warned). If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended, what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake. I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad things. <Does this really need saying? Isn't this common sense? Hello?> Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the above stated conditions. This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome. If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy. - crimson ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 102 - Time Out Of Time ---------------------------------------------------------------- By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- "You finished with putting everything away?" "Yup. Just these left." Her hands were full of toiletries. Toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair clips, make up. That sort of thing. She dumped them on the counter and straightened them up. The short chain between her wrists hampering her. But she knew better than to complain. Sheila opened her eyes as she heard Jane's voice. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed from the tub. "He let you dress? That thing is gorgeous. What? Where? Oh my God. When he dresses you up, he dresses you up." Jane almost laughed. Her voice raised in mocking. "Holy shit! He let you take a bath? Actually ... you don't have any idea what a privilege that is." Elizabeth opened her eyes. Smiling. "I got about five minutes in here *alone*," she boasted. Jane's eyes widened. She crouched beside the tub. Her bare feet contrasting against the evening gown as she leaned forward on her toes. She gently pulled Elizabeth's arm out of the water and traced the rope marks. I heard her whisper to Elizabeth. "I'm truly sorry, Liz. I didn't want to tie you up like that. God. It must have hurt." "It did, sweety. Don't sweat it. I know you didn't want to do it. I know who to blame." She threw a withering look my way. "I'm alright now. This bath is wonderful." Jane rose to her feet. Looked at Sheila. "You alright? How's the bruises?" "They still ache. But Elizabeth is right. This bath is wonderful. I could stay in it all day." "And become a prune," I interjected. "You can stay in there for a while, and then both of you get ready for supper. Okay?" They both nodded. I motioned Jane over to my seat on the counter. She walked over, head bowed. I released her hands. She was the last girl to be wearing fetters. And I needed her free. I told her what she had to do, and her eyes lit up. "You're kidding," was her only response. "Don't let any of the others know. And tell them to keep out of that room." "Alright. I can't believe you are going to let us do this." "Enjoy. Go get it set up, then help Christi and Amy in the kitchen. Set up the dining room. There's room for six there, right?" "Room for twelve." "Good. None of you will have to be on the floor." "I can't believe you care." "You want to argue, or get going?" She scampered out, her gown flowing around her body as she left. "What the heck was that all about?" Elizabeth asked lazily from the water. "You'll find out. Now, I'm going to relax before dinner. You two can stay in there for another fifteen minutes. Then out. I don't want you pruned for dinner. Dry off and then come to the master bedroom. Understand?" "Yup." Both girls answered together. Dreamily. Relaxed. They had better not fall asleep in there. They really weren't going to like their punishment if they disobeyed. This was not the night to disobey. Jane knew why. My eyes wandered to the counter where Jane had arranged all the toiletries. The extra jewelry was sitting there. Two anklets, a bracelet and a necklace. All diamonds. Christi had probably given them to her and she'd forgotten to mention it in her excitement. I turned just as I was about to leave. "Oh. And girls?" They turned towards me. Elizabeth arched her neck to see. "There's a present for each of you on the counter. Actually two each. Share them and I don't want to see you without them. Okay?" Elizabeth craned her neck up to see onto the counter. But she was far too small to allow this maneuver. The gifts were safely hidden at the back of the counter. She relaxed back into the water. Content that she'd find out what her present was later. Pretty sure she wasn't going to like it anyway. Especially if it was something she had to keep with her. I smiled as I saw her mind working. Probably thought it was nipple clamps or something. She was in for a pleasant surprise. I walked back to the master bedroom. Alone for the first time in a long time. I lay back on the bed. It was still warm from Sheila's body heat. I fingered the ropes that had held her, wondering what it would be like to be restrained for so long. Unable to free yourself. Vulnerable. Naked. I leaned my head back and relaxed. No girls to worry about. The silence only broken by the occasional sharp sound as something was dropped in the kitchen and the soft murmur of Sheila and Elizabeth softly talking in their bath. I closed my eyes. Just listening to the silence. Enjoying it. Quiet. I heard the girls get out of the bath. The water splashed and the vibrations of their bodies as they moved around the bathroom. I could hear the faint sounds of the hot bath water draining from the tub and the girls drying off. I heard them as they entered the bedroom. Unsure what to do. I could sense them as they moved to the center of the room and just knelt. Unsure if they should wake me up. Or just kneel quietly until I woke and gave them further instructions. Neither particularly wanted to guess wrong. I opened my eyes and hitched myself up on the bed, saving them the decision. Glanced over. They were kneeling in the middle of the carpet. Quietly watching my movements. I could see that their fingers were pruned the way they were kneeling with the palms of their hands upturned on their naked thighs. Legs together. Elizabeth had chosen the necklace and Sheila was wearing the diamond bracelet on her left wrist. Presumably both were wearing the anklets. Even though I couldn't see, their feet were probably pruned too. Their skin almost glowed, in that way women's skin glows after a bath. I could watch them all day, kneeling there. Elizabeth spoke softly. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak, but thank you for the gifts. They. Are beautiful. I wasn't expecting that." "What were you expecting?" "I don't know. Knowing you, maybe some nipple clamps, or a new vibrator, or platinum handcuffs. I don't know. But thank-you. Did you pick them out?" "No. Actually Christi, Jane and Anne did." "Anne?" "You don't want to know." "They are gorgeous. Whoever she is." Sheila was silent. "Is there anything else we can do for you?" "Nope. Just kneel there and look pretty until dinner is ready." I leaned back and rested again. A soft voice, hesitantly spoke again. "Sir? Can I speak?" I opened my eyes again. It was Sheila. "What's up?" I asked kindly. "Can we. At least talk while you are resting? Please? We'll talk quietly." "Sheila. I'd prefer if you didn't. I'm enjoying the silence." "Alright. I'm sorry." She lapsed back into silence. Her expression was one of confusion and hurt. Not sure why I couldn't just let them go to another room and talk. But she knew better than to question it. It was better than being gagged. And she knew about being gagged. I closed my eyes again and relaxed into the comfort of the bed. I could hear the soft breathing of the girls as they just quietly knelt and waited. Probably a bit uncomfortable on their knees. Finally I heard a faint voice from the bottom of the stairs. Sounds didn't travel particularly well in this home. It sounded like Jane or Christi calling that dinner was on the table. I opened my eyes. Elizabeth and Sheila had both heard the call as well. They looked anxious to go. I suppose being forced to kneel naked for twenty minutes with nothing to do but keep silent makes a woman a bit restless. I forced them to remain on their knees while I slowly got up. Finally Sheila risked breaking the silence. "M-master?" "Did I give you permission to speak?" "I'm sorry." She closed her mouth again. "Come on. Dinner is served. I think." It had been about three minutes since the call. Elizabeth and Sheila both scrambled to their bare feet. Waiting for me to tell them they could go downstairs. Elizabeth's eyes expressive. Wanting to say something. Ask if she could go downstairs. As I approached the door, I knew why. It hadn't reached to the bed yet, but the smell of dinner, whatever it was, permeated the room. Garlic. My mouth began to water. I'm sure the women were in as bad a state. Hadn't eaten since breakfast. I thought I could hear Elizabeth's belly rumble as she smelled her coming food. I gave them both a pat on their bare bottoms. "Go on. You two are like a pair of lions, smelling the kill. You can talk now as well." The girls gratefully scampered out of the room. Elizabeth calling a word of thanks over her shoulder. I could hear the two of them thundering down the stairs and towards the dining room. I followed them at a more sedate pace. When I got into the dining room, I stepped back in shock. The girls had made the dining room up into something to rival fine dining establishments. They had moved the extra chairs over to the other side of the room. Now there were only six chairs towards one end of the huge table. The end of the table was obviously reserved for me. Jane and Christi flanked me, and the rest of the girls were seated demurely in the remaining chairs. Candles graced the table, and the lights were dimmed. Their hair and faces glowed in the soft light. They were all waiting patiently for me to allow them to eat. Hands clasped in their laps. I glanced at the table before I sat. Christi had prepared a full dinner. Bread. Wine. And a steaming bowl of pasta. Some sort of cream sauce. A huge tossed salad. I sat and looked over at Christi. Her red sweater flickered in the candlelight. I idly wondered what our illustrious Mr. Mayer would think of us, three clothed, three unclothed strangers using his kitchen and dining room as though it was our own. Drinking his precious wine. I didn't particularly care what he thought. Christi smiled. She whispered to me. "Did we do good?" I nodded. It had been a long time since we'd had dinner together. And this really blew my mind. I guess they were probably looking for something to stimulate themselves as well. Christi saw my questioning look at the pasta. "Carbonara. I used some of the lunch meats. I really hope you like it. My last boyfriend did." She whispered to herself, "God. I hope he likes it." She picked up the serving spoons and put some pasta onto the plate in front of me. "Can I serve the rest of us as well?" I nodded, watching her body move as she doled out the noodles. Giving the girls less than she did me. I wasn't going to stop them from having seconds if they wanted it. There was tons of pasta. I picked up my fork and spoon and twirled the first strands of linguine on the fork. I popped it in my mouth, my mouth exploding with flavour. The best carabonara I'd ever tasted. Garlic. I looked up. Christi looked worried. I reassured her. "Excellent. What are you all waiting for?" Christi smiled and swallowed in relief. She experimentally dipped her fingers into her plate and pulled at a few noodles. Having trouble with the slippery food. Tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. Frustrated with her dinner and her inability to eat it. She snatched her hand back, the pasta still a little hot for her. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to ease the burning sensation. The other girls watched as Christi slipped her fingers out of her mouth and stood. She licked the cream sauce off her fingers carefully. I could see the tears brimming in her eyes as she grasped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head in one swift motion. I was too surprised to react. Her breasts fell free and she sighed. She began to unbutton her jeans. I finally found my tongue. "Christi?" I asked her. "What are you doing?" "I'm. I'm taking my clothes off." "Uh. Why?" "I'm going to spill. And I don't want to get punished. Not tonight. Please just let me take them off." She swallowed heavily. Hardly being able to stop the tears. "Christi. Stop." She actually began to cry. The rest of the girls were looking decidedly uncomfortable. Elizabeth was trying to pick up her pasta, not having to worry about her clothes. She burned her fingers a little as well. Her fingers got put in her mouth quickly as well. She sucked gently at her digits, trying to ease the burning sensations. Christi spoke through her tears, "Oh God. Please. I'm not hungry anymore." I knew that was a lie. She was as hungry as the rest of us. She was just more afraid of punishment than of her hunger. "Calm down. Calm." She tried to stop crying. I wasn't quite sure what had upset her. Having to take off her clothes, or just the simple fact that she wouldn't have to if I just let them eat like human beings. Or both. She looked at me with her baleful blue eyes. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not going to be allowed to wear them forever." Didn't even bother asking for cutlery. Knowing what the answer would be, if it wasn't accompanied by punishment just for asking. It just all seemed so unfair to her. I couldn't blame her. It just didn't seem right for her to have to strip and be upset in this atmosphere. Nor did it seem right that she couldn't enjoy this wonderful dinner she'd prepared. "Christi. I don't want all of you to need showers before bed. Go on. Dress yourself. And then go get forks and spoons for everyone. I would have told you before, but I didn't realize that you were going to make such a wonderful meal. I had actually sort of forgotten you didn't have utensils." She face fell in disbelief. She hadn't been allowed cutlery since I took her. Clothes and cutlery in one day. She didn't need to be told twice. She picked up her sweater and rebuttoned her jeans. She pulled the garment back over her head, hiding herself again. She practically ran to the kitchen, returning with her hands full of forks and soup spoons. She distributed them to the anxious girls. Elizabeth was silently licking her fingers to clean them. Smiles on all the females, nude or otherwise. "Don't get used to it. It's back to fingers tomorrow. You can thank Christi for it tonight. If this wasn't so delicious, you'd be using your fingers anyway. Showers or no. It's hard to enjoy it if you are worried about slopping. And it is excellent. Especially when it's hot. Eat up. Quit listening to me." The girls dove into the pasta. Their fingers working the utensils. Savouring the flavour. Everyone enjoying it. Everyone complimenting Christi. After the pasta, I was stuffed. Some of the girls, Jane and Elizabeth took seconds after seeking permission. Christi distributed the salad and bread. I buttered the bread for them, since they weren't allowed knives. And they happily ate the salad and bread with their fingers. Licking themselves clean afterwards. It was almost normal. Jane was stunning. Christi looked almost normal. If you ignored the fact that the other three were nude, and Jane and Christi were barefoot, and the women were eating with their fingers, albeit daintily, it almost could have been a dinner at a fine dining restaurant. I finished up and leaned back in my chair. Satiated. The girls were still eating since their salads took a little longer, eating with their fingers. I just watched as they talked amongst themselves. Telling stories about their siblings. Families. Goals. University stories. I just drank my wine slowly. Not quite believing this scene. Hadn't expected this. It was actually quite nice. I was curious which of the girls had come up with the idea. Probably Christi or Jane. Amy looked like she just might have had a bit too much wine. Her face was flushed and she was talking a bit louder than normal. But she was hardly drunk. I debated saying something, but she probably deserved a bit of an escape. Maybe it was dulling the ache between her legs. I took note as Christi purposefully, but discreetly moved the wine bottle down towards our end of the table. Away from Amy. Amy didn't seem to mind. Perhaps sensing that she was about to go over the limit, and into the realm of possible punishment for getting out of control. And she'd was well aware of punishment today. One by one, the women finished their meals. Sighing. Content. They all sat back and quietly talked. Sometimes including me in their conversation, but sensing that I really was content to simply watch them interact. They weren't shy. Even talking about sex and relationships. Almost as though they could pretend that they were just a bunch of friends on an evening out. Able to ignore the oddity of the scene in the low light. The nudity. Their positions. Almost forgetting that they were captives. Finally Elizabeth, Amy and Sheila all rose, almost as if on cue, and began to clear the table. The nude women, still chattering with the clothed ones and myself. The three of them gathered up the dishes and finally exited to clean up. Christi and Jane leaned on their elbows and just looked at me. Jane spoke softly. "You know, if it was more like this, I'd love it here." Christi echoed the sentiment. "You liked this evening?" "I loved this evening. I'd happily go all the way with you for giving us this evening," Jane murmured. "And not because I had to." Her face was a little flushed as well. She was definitely underage to be drinking. Like I cared. She probably just wasn't used to it. She hadn't gotten drunk though. Just flushed. Her self control asserting itself well before she crossed any danger lines. "Me too. At the same time even," Christi echoed softly. "I enjoyed it too. Kind of relaxed. Don't have to torment you all the time, I guess." "It almost feels weird, you know," Jane remarked. "What does?" Christi asked. "Sitting here. You in jeans and a sweater. Me in this ... thing," Jane reflected. "If I had shoes, I'd almost believe I wasn't ... here. And this was the most relaxing time I've ever had in my short life. It almost doesn't seem real. That pasta was so good." "I know what you mean. God it was hard taking off this thing." Christi pinched her sweater between her breasts. "I'm almost used to it. I. I don't want to go back to the way I was." "Christi. Enjoy it. But please don't get attached to it. You know I'm going to have to take it away from you eventually," I had to inject some reality into this. "I know. I look too good nude," she spoke almost with a pang of regret. I smiled. "You got it, babe." "Well, I'm going to enjoy it as long as you let me. It feels good." "Me too," Jane chimed it. We all sipped at our wine and lapsed into silence. Just thinking. Watching the candles flicker in the darkness. We were still like that as Elizabeth, Amy and Sheila padded back into the dining room. Each of them filed past my chair and gave me a kiss, then returned to their own chair. "What was that for?" I almost laughed. "For tonight. You don't often treat us nicely, and we thought we'd show our appreciation. You can have more appreciation later if you want," Elizabeth grinned up from her end of the table. "Christ, I almost forgot." Amy jumped to her feet and ran back towards the kitchen. I watched the nude girl as she disappeared. A frown creased my brow. I wondered what she possibly could have forgotten. She reappeared moments later with a big bowl of ice cream. "Dessert!" she cried as she placed it down in front of me with a teaspoon. I smiled. "Where'd you find this?" "Freezer. That's all there was." It was a huge bowl. I couldn't possibly eat it all. I took a spoonful of the dessert and offered it to Amy. She stared wide eyed. Not expecting any. She opened her small mouth and extended her tongue. The same tongue I'd clamped so long ago. I slipped the spoon into her mouth and she took the dessert. Swallowing with a look of pure rapture on her face. After today's events I doubt if she expected any kindness from me ever again. I couldn't blame her. She was probably still aching something fierce between her thighs. "Anyone else?" Christi spoke from beside me. "I wish. Milk doesn't agree with me. Remember? God. And I love the stuff." "Alright. You go make the coffee then. Everyone but me and Sheila." "Really? Why can't Sheila have any? She hasn't done anything to be punished has she?" I turned to Sheila. "Sheila? You want any?" She shook her head negative. "Go on before I change my mind. You girls are going to be up half the night." Christi laughed and jumped to her bare feet. Practically flying out of the dining room to prepare the coffee. I caught a flash of her blue jeans as she stumbled through the swinging door. I gave each remaining girl a taste of the ice cream, before taking some myself. They each savoured it; just being female. Their faces showing their pleasure. I ate most of the rest of the ice cream. It was really good. Maybe I just hadn't had any in a long time. Chocolate. I left each girl about two spoons each and fed them the last of it. Jane hesitating over the last spoon. "You sure you don't want it?" "I do. But you'll enjoy it more and I've had lots. Go on. Eat it. Not like I'm going to punish you for taking something I offered to you." "You sure?" still a bit hesitant. But I could see her desire for it deep in her brown eyes. She was just unsure of my motives; I couldn't blame her. I gently pushed the spoon against her teeth until she opened her mouth and took the offered treat. She savoured the chocolate and swallowed it. Closing her eyes. I dropped the spoon in the bowl just as Christi entered with a tray. The aroma of fresh coffee permeated the room. She poured a mug for everyone but Sheila and I. I topped up Sheila's wine and we sipped at that instead. The girls prepared their coffees and enjoyed them in silence. I spoke down the table. A thought occurring to me. "Sheila?" She turned her head towards me. Her eyes questioning. "This the first time you've eaten in here?" "Like this? Yes." "You've eaten in here before?" I couldn't believe that Mayer had allowed her to eat with them. "Once. Sort of. But nothing this good. Or pleasant." Her face flushed at the memory. "When Gertrude was away with her sister ... Mayer could force me to do all my duties the way he liked me. Bound. Naked. Dismissed Polly for the day. Had me. Had me bound to the table. Naked. Tight. And he invited a few friends over for a little dinner party. I. I was dessert that night. That was well before he started to hit me. His friends were, actually, mostly civil for a change. Though, I did have to service them all later that evening. Ick. I don't remember that much, thank God. Just their boring conversation during dinner, as they ignored me. Not that I minded being ignored. And the burning of the hot dishes they placed on me from time to time. They. They forced me to drink a lot of champagne. I. I don't remember much but being eaten after dinner. Them making comments about the quality of the dessert. And begging them not to do it. Begging them to stop. It was early in my, uh, service. I didn't know that this was actually kind compared to some of Mayer's tastes. All I knew was that strange men were getting a lot closer to me than I liked. I think he made me eat a cold dinner later that night in here after his friends went home. It was a while ago." The girls listened to the account quietly. Amy touching Sheila's shoulder as she finished. Sheila had been nearly emotionless as she told the story. She snapped out of it with Amy's touch. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin dinner." "You didn't sweetheart," Jane whispered from her end of the table. "You didn't." "I'm pretty sure the table was cleaned after that," Sheila managed to force herself to grin. Breaking the tension. I had to give her credit, she could cope with what was done to her. As Elizabeth cleared the coffee and my dessert bowl, I turned to Jane. "Everything set up?" The girl in the evening gown nodded solemnly. Elizabeth wandered back into the room and took her seat. Her breasts rising and falling gently with her breathing. I nodded to Jane, and she rose. She padded quietly out towards the kitchen giving me a furtive glance. The other females shifted a bit uncomfortably in their seats. Not knowing quite what to expect. Christi looked a bit apprehensive, knowing that nice treatment was sometimes followed by rough treatment. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>