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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-consensual 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

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Chapter 107 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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I slipped out of my clothing and placed it on the counter. Christi 
followed my movement with her eyes, probably wishing for her clothes 
back. I stepped into the shower and turned it on very hot. I scrubbed 
myself. I knew that I could have forced Christi and Jane in here with 
me, but for once, I just wanted to shower and get back to my plans for 
the day. I finished quickly, rinsed and turned off the shower. I 
stepped out to find the girls exactly as I'd left them. Kneeling and 
sticky gazing wistfully at the shower. Jane was really restraining 
herself. All her instincts were screaming at her to be a normal girl 
and just jump into the shower, turning on the wonderful warm spray. 
But she knew that she couldn't without my permission.

"Ladies? Remember that small amount of syrup I put on your feet before 
we left the kitchen?"

They nodded unhappily.

"Time to clean it off. You know the drill."

Resigned, Christi rose up on her knees. The upturned bottom of her 
feet still were covered in the syrup. Jane sighed and bent herself 
down, supporting herself with her hands. Her tongue snaked out and she 
daintily licked up the other woman's soles. Christi squirmed at the 
sensations, but managed to keep still enough to allow Jane to finish. 
The sight was exceptionally arousing. I didn't know how much longer I 
was going to be able to hold out before using one of the girls.

Jane and Christi reversed positions, Jane allowing Christi to lick the 
syrup off her feet. She finished and looked up at me from her hands 
and knees.

Jane touched her hair again and spoke. "Please. God. Please can we 
shower? Master? Please?"

I nodded and the girls just about tripped over one another scrambling 
to their bare feet. They were in the shower and gasping beneath the 
spray before I finished dressing.

I left them to wash each other and wandered out into the hallway 
towards the master bedroom.

I peeked into the master bedroom where the three girls were kneeling 
on the floor and quietly talking. They hushed as Elizabeth noticed my 
presence. She looked up at me expectantly. I just gazed in at them, 
three young women, glowing from their shower, kneeling for me.

Without a word, I carefully shut the door on their confused faces and 
walked back down to the dining room. I picked up the clothes laid out 
so carefully on the table from the previous night. Pursing my lips, I 
draped the fabric over my arm, the fabric of the evening gown sensual, 
the jeans and sweater a bit harsher against my skin. I reminded myself 
that I could always make them strip for me, and made my decision.

I made my way upstairs and silently entered the bathroom. The girls 
were still splashing in the shower. I carefully laid the clothing down 
on the counter for them and breathed in the smell of the steam and the 
soap.

"God, that was awful," Jane murmured to Christi behind the shower 
curtain. I smiled.

"You'll never get it all off me. Christ. I'll never eat syrup again as 
long as I live. I swear it."

"Quit squirming, I can't get your hair clean if you keep moving around 
like a monkey."

"We have to get clean and quick. I wonder what his problem is today. 
He was so nice to us last night."

"I don't know. I'm not sure he ever really has a reason. Am I done?"

"Hell no. I'm going to have to wash you again. Jesus, you're sticky."

"You think we can rinse with warm water? He didn't let the others."

"I guess not. I can go beg him, once I'm clean."

"He'll punish you for leaving the shower."

"I know. But, I want a hot rinse."

"How would he know?"

"He'll know."

I smiled to myself. Truthfully, I had no idea if they followed my 
instructions when out of sight. For all I knew they could have used 
the shower individually and rinsed any way they chose. But there was 
always the chance that I'd sneak in when they didn't know I was there 
and find out. Then there would be hell to pay. I almost just left 
then, interested what they'd come up with on the cold rinse problem on 
their own, but as I was leaving the bathroom I decided to give them a 
break. It would reinforce that I could listen anytime I wanted. Their 
privacy was nil.

"Girls?"

They both screamed as the unexpected voice registered with them, 
surprising them.

"God, you scared us." Christi managed to speak from behind the shower 
stall.

"Doing something you shouldn't?"

"No, master, just showering like ordered," Jane replied. "Please, 
Master ..."

"No questions, girls," I cut her off before she could ask the rinse 
question.

"Yes, sir," Jane replied quietly, knowing that she would have to risk 
punishment no matter what they decided to do. It would be easy for me 
to tell what the temperature of their final moments in the shower 
were. Amy had been ice cold for at least ten minutes after suffering 
the cold spray.

I turned to leave smiling at their discomfort.

"Warm water is fine for rinsing." I said over my shoulder as I turned 
away from the bathroom.

"Thank-you, sir. Thank-you," I heard Jane's voice calling softly from 
behind the stall.

I smiled and returned to the bedroom. The girls were still kneeling 
and they all turned towards me as I pushed open the door. They all 
remained silent as I plopped onto the bed.

"Talking about me?"

Elizabeth nodded while the other two shook their heads.

"Elizabeth? You were talking about me and the other's weren't?"

She paled, realizing their mistake. "No, sir. I. I got confused. It's. 
It's just that I'm still not used to being here."

"After all this time?"

"No. You never quite get used to being nude and subservient all the 
time."

"So you were talking about me?"

"Yes. I mean no."

"Elizabeth. Calm. I'm not going to punish anyone for talking about me. 
Doesn't really matter. I'm not even going to ask what you were calling 
me."

"Yes," she finally replied. Beaten. She knew that I knew.

"Good. Now, how'd you like your morning? Your breakfast?"

"Truthfully?"

I nodded.

"I can't speak for everyone, but the pancakes were wonderful. I could 
have done without the syrup shower, though."

"So you didn't like the syrup?"

"You have no idea how icky that was."

"Hmmm. I'll have to keep that in mind."

"Please not again. We've been good girls, haven't we? We even let you 
do that without a single complaint."

"Well, you are all nice and clean now. I'm not about to spoil it."

All the girls looked relieved. I lay back into the pillows and closed 
my eyes.

"Sir?" Sheila hesitantly raised her voice.

I opened my eyes and stared at her. I'd never seen her like this. Her 
face had on light make-up and her hair was brushed out around her 
shoulders. Except for the bruise on her left side, she was radiant. I 
could see that her side was still causing her discomfort, but she was 
bearing it well.

"I just wanted to know what you wanted us to do," she asked meekly.

"Just kneel there and look pretty."

She looked down and swallowed, a bit embarrassed still that she had to 
follow orders like that. The girls remained silent for the next five 
minutes. Finally I rose up onto one elbow and gazed back at them. All 
of them lowered their eyes, knowing that something was finally up. On 
one hand the waiting was over, on the other, whatever was planned for 
them they weren't likely to enjoy.

"Amy?"

"Yes, sir."

"To your feet."

The girl struggled to rise to her bare feet. She stood uncertainly 
looking at me on the bed. Not sure what was expected of her, knowing 
that she would do it. Whatever it was.

"Drag that chair out into the middle of the floor."

Sheila and Elizabeth shifted on their knees to allow Amy to place the 
chair approximately where they were kneeling. It was the 
straight-backed desk chair that Gertrude used as a cosmetic seat, the 
same chair that I had sat on so often comforting the women when they 
were stuck in the bed. Amy placed it and then went to sit. Realizing 
that I hadn't told her to sit, she caught herself before lowering and 
simply stood at the side with her hands at her hips.

"You can sit."

"I don't mind standing."

"Sit."

She paled a bit and lowered herself into the chair, crossing her legs 
modestly, facing me, hands demurely in her lap. The bondage pack was 
lying on the ground by the side of the bed. Normally, I'd wait for 
Jane, her being a better knot tyer than I, but I wanted to feel Amy's 
silky skin as I bound her into the chair.

I reached for the bag, pulling some soft cord from it.

"You don't need to tie me up, you know," Amy implored quietly.

"I know I don't, sweety. But I want to, this time. I'll try not to 
make it too uncomfortable."

"Being restrained is uncomfortable. I'll do whatever you want without 
it. I've learned my lesson."

"Hush, sweety. I don't want to gag you as well, but I will. What I 
want is your pretty body tied into that chair. It isn't a punishment. 
I'm not going to hurt you beyond putting rope on you. Okay?"

She mutely nodded, tears rising unbidden to her eyes. Her helplessness 
was still coming home to her. She knew that I would do with her as I 
pleased. It didn't matter what she wanted. She was fighting every urge 
in her body not to simply rise out of that chair and run. There was so 
little stopping her. And yet she knew that she had to sit there, nude 
and vulnerable, and let me tie her up. Like it or not. Reason or not.

I lifted myself off the bed and crouched beside her chair. The other 
two girls just waited quietly on their knees, happy that it wasn't 
them being bound.

I touched her wrist gently, guiding it to the back of the chair. Her 
skin was silken from the long shower she has just taken. She smelled 
of spring flowers. That scent that is so uniquely female mixed with 
the flowers, intoxicating. I almost regretted what I was about to do 
to this creature.

I fought back my urge to let her be, and carefully bound her small 
wrist to the back support, lashing it in place. I was careful not to 
obstruct her circulation, she could be sitting here for a while. I 
repeated the procedure on her right wrist. I stepped back and watched 
as she unconsciously pulled at her trapped wrists, tears still falling 
slowly down her face. She didn't have a clue what was going to happen 
to her while she was unable to stop anything.

I knelt at her feet. Her legs were still crossed. I touched her 
delicate ankle and she closed her eyes, letting her legs fall apart 
towards the chair legs, knowing I was going to tie her legs apart as 
well. I carefully moved her bare feet to the outside of the chair legs 
and lashed them in place. Again, she pulled at the bonds, but knew 
that she was stuck there until I freed her. She squirmed, but didn't 
offer up any complaints as I bound her knees to the chair arms and 
placed cord above and below her bare breasts, accentuating them and 
securing her back into the chair.

I pulled at her ropes gently, and satisfied, I returned to the soft 
bed. She continued to weep quietly in her chair as I watched her. 
Finally she lifted her eyes to look at me with pleading there. She 
spoke softly.

"Sir? Please? If you don't want me to speak just tell me, I really 
don't want to be gagged." She paused, waiting for a moment to give me 
time to chastise her. I didn't. I could see the vulnerability in her 
wet eyes. She knew what she was wide open and helpless, and it 
frightened her. None of the girls knew what they were in for this 
morning. I'd been very unpredictable. She continued her plea, "I. I 
don't want to be tied. I'll do whatever you want. I'll fuck ... I mean 
you can rape me. I. I don't mind. I'll kneel all day for you. Please 
don't hurt me. I haven't done anything."

"Let's see now. What have you done this morning? You spilt syrup. You 
spoke without permission. You tried to get out of a cold shower. You 
screamed under the cold water. You lied about whether you were talking 
about me earlier. And you are pleading now, even though I warned you 
that I wanted you to hush. I think I've been rather tolerant of you, 
so far."

She paled, not having any idea that she had made so many mistakes in 
one morning. But I wasn't punishing her. I was just pointing out that 
she wasn't as innocent as she was making out. Truthfully, I was being 
rather unfair, and I knew it. Most of the things I'd mentioned didn't 
bother me at all, and in some cases were hardly her fault. But she 
also knew better than to question such unfairness. She wasn't in any 
position to question it.

"Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I. I don't want to be hurt. I'll do 
anything to make it up to you. I can be good. I will be good. I'll try 
harder. Please. Oh God. Please."

Even the other women had paled here, realizing that they were just as 
guilty of the perceived disobedience that Amy was.

"Shush," I said to her kindly. "Amy, darling, I'm not punishing you. 
You are not tied to that chair as a punishment. It might be a little 
uncomfortable, but I have no intention of hurting you yet."

Amy struggled to keep her tongue, wanting to beg, wanting out. 
Frightened. I watched fascinated as the emotions and the tears fell 
across her face.

I took a breath and looked over at the other two girls, evaluating. I 
made my decision.

"Elizabeth?"

She was still pale but answered automatically.

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm interested in seeing a girl-girl scene."

"Oh God. Please no."

"Are you refusing?"

She swallowed and took a deep breath. "I don't know. Please. I'm 
clean. I. Please don't make me. I can't. She's upset. I'll do anything 
else. Wouldn't you rather have me?"

I looked at her quizzically. She hadn't been one to refuse anything. I 
mentally stepped back and approached from a different angle. Perhaps 
she was just begging, but her voice had that edge to it. She might dig 
in her heels on this one. Why, I couldn't fathom. It wasn't like I was 
going to whip her while she licked Amy or anything. This should have 
been easy.

"Elizabeth, I'm ordering you to lick Amy between her legs. I don't 
care if she orgasms or not, I just want to see you do it."

"Oh God. Please. No. I can't."

Amy whispered from her chair. "Elizabeth, come on. You have to. I 
don't mind."

I turned to Amy. "Haven't you said enough?" I asked her quietly but 
with some menace. Amy's mouth snapped shut, and she struggled with her 
ropes a bit then quieted. Afraid of being gagged.

"Elizabeth?"

"Oh God. Please. I've let you pour shit on me. I've placed myself 
under a freezing cold shower for you. I've crawled for you. I've done 
everything you fucking asked. Please, don't make me do this. Not to 
her. I'll do you. I'll let you tie me up all day again. I'll crawl on 
my hands and knees all day for you. I'll switch places with her. I'll 
let you have all of them lick me. You can rape me. But please. Not 
Amy. Don't make me do this."

Her face was getting redder and she was beginning to panic. For some 
reason she didn't want to make love to this girl. I guess I couldn't 
blame her. For some reason it had stuck in her mind as something worth 
fighting about. It wasn't and she was going to discover that the hard 
way.

I considered. "Alright. I won't make you lick Amy right now. But you 
realize that you've earned yourself a punishment."

Elizabeth paled and swallowed heavily. "Yes, sir. I realize that. 
Thank-you." She looked relieved. She wouldn't be relieved for long, 
but for now she thought that she'd had some control over her fate.

I turned to Sheila who was kneeling quietly, watching in fascination, 
on the other side of Amy's bound body. As she noticed the attention 
shifting to her, she looked up at me.

"Mayer made me do women. I've done it before. I'll do it," she said 
reluctantly. "What are you going to do to her?" Meaning Elizabeth.

"Telling would ruin the surprise."

"Don't hurt her, okay? You'll get your girl-girl sex. You don't need 
to hurt her."

I nodded, though I had every intention of hurting her. Until she 
begged to lick Amy.

I watched as Sheila reluctantly shuffled forward on her knees and 
placed her hands atop Amy's bare knees. She took a deep breath and 
spoke to the girl that she'd only met recently.

"Amy, sweety. I want to be clear on this, before I start. I know you 
can't talk. I know you don't want this any more than I do. But I have 
to do it. I don't want to see you punished, or me punished because of 
this. It's just skin. I know you understand, but I just wanted to be 
clear. Its. It's the first time we've been together. Alright? I don't 
mind if you don't."

Amy nodded through her tears and braced herself. I hadn't ordered her 
to enjoy the sensations, and she realized that. She closed her eyes 
and sort of turned her head away as much as she could, as Sheila 
slowly lowered her head between the widely stretched thighs. I heard a 
moan from both women as Sheila's tongue began its exploration of Amy.





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