by J G Jerome
I direct, “Hands on your head, Alouette.”
I leave the ‘happy knot’ just in front of her clitoris. I tie another in front of her channel. Once done, I run the silk ropes up her back and tie a large knot just below her rosebud. I thread the rope through the loop between her shoulder blades and cinch it snug.
I check, and now the ‘happy knot’ is about an inch under her clitoris - pressing into her tender flesh, the one below her channel is about a half-inch below it, and the large one in back is wedged at the top of her rosebud.
I smile and start to run the horizontal strands that open the loops on the front of her torso, which raises the happy knot into direct contact with her clit. Every time I cinch a rope, Audrey whimpers. By the time I have all the loops on the front of her torso open, she is quivering uncontrollably.
I turn the pedestal and gently pull Audrey’s arms behind her back and fold them so the forearms rest on top of the other. I apply a modified box tie to them, ensuring the horizontal ropes around her torso are close enough to stroke and squeeze her nipples. I finish by tying a quick release into a final tie around her wrists. I step off the pedestal and give it a slow spin so everyone can appreciate the forms created by the bright blue silk across Audrey’s flesh. She starts to struggle against the ropes, and her quivering intensifies with every movement.
I stop the pedestal so Audrey is facing the audience. Once she is positioned properly, I move down stage to far stage left so I can monitor her progress. Audrey closes her eyes and releases a moan. I see her torso and leg muscles clenching and seizing. She leans forward as moisture changes the color of the rope. She leans forward to relieve the press on her clit and channel, but that just causes the ropes on her breasts and the knot on her asshole to dig in. She spasms hard and sits up - viscous streams of fluid run out of her, off the ropes, and to the carpet covering the pedestal.
I call out, “Alouette, your orgasms belong to me. Give them to me!”
Audrey sits up straight and quivers again.
“Give them to me, Alouette!”
The audience is rapt as they wait for the climax of the show. Audrey continues to sit there quivering with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Finally, she seizes hard for a moment and screams as fluid squirts out around the knot in her pussy. She clenches repeatedly, and squirts multiple streams into the air as her hips thrust up. I hear multiple groans and gasps from the audience as several cum along for the ride.
I pull my knife, flick the blade open and cut the two strands running down her abdomen, then I pull the quick release on her arms, and cut the horizontal ropes of the box and a couple other key strands. I close the blade before I ease her to her side. I bow to the audience and scoop Audrey up into a bridal carry.
I carry Audrey off stage left to take her backstage, and lay her on a massage table. I pull all the ropes from her and toss them in a waste bin as she lays flat on the table. I start massaging all her limbs and joints. I hear Bernadette call out, “Let’s have another round of applause for Henri et Allouette! Don’t expect them to return, as I’m certain Henri is plowing Alouette as we speak. ”
The crowd claps and laughs.
I notice Jack, Darcie, Chantelle, Candice, and Tanu standing in front of a thirty-two-inch monitor.
Bernadette adds, “There will be a short intermission as we prepare for the next act. Please avail yourself of the bar - or the couches and your neighbors. We’ll be ready for act two shortly.”
Light applause precedes her entrance backstage from the stage right wings.
Audrey pulls me down into a wet kiss. “Damn, Will. I swear I get more into it every time.” I smile down at her. She says, “Please take me home and fuck me, Master.”
There’s only one thing to say. “As you wish, my love.”
Bernadette leans in to tell us, “Great show, darlings. I’m quite excited, and I fed well off of you and the audience. Thank you very much!”
I help Audrey stand, and Clarice walks up to hold a short kimono robe open for her. Bernadette kisses Audrey, and then I get one too.
Jack walks by wearing a purple, velvet full-length robe. “Great show, guys.”
Audrey pulls off her wig, and I pull off my shirt. I tell him, “Thanks, Jack” as I pull on an oxford shirt and tuck it in.
He says, “I have taken a couple of Shibari classes, but you make it look easy.”
Clarice gives Audrey a makeup wipe, and Audrey stands in front of the frame mirror in back and wipes off her beauty mark.
I tell him, “I like to keep it simple for demonstrations. I did one last night that was fairly complex. It takes a little too long for a show, but it’s fun in the bedroom.”
Clarice touches up Audrey’s foundation with a brush of powder. Audrey calls over her shoulder, “I would love for you to try that one on me, Master.”
“I am always willing to give you what you need, Kitten.” Audrey brushes out her hair. I see Darcie is wearing a pale orange basque outfit with white stockings - minus panties. She has a matching rope and scarf draped over the back of her neck like a scarf. She appears nervous. Chantelle, Candice, and Tanu are all wearing different colors of the same outfit, complete with rope, scarf, and lack of panties.
14
Visiting Allison
I ask Jack, “Are you doing a show?”
He replies over his shoulder as he moves to stand in the wings. “I’m demonstrating a party game. Darcie and I are both stretching ourselves a bit - we’ve neither had sex in front of a crowd before.”
I reassure him, “You’ll be fine, Jack.”
He looks at the ladies in complementary outfits. “With these ladies? It is not going to be a problem. Do you think you could bind their wrists quickly?”
“Sure,” I tell him. I notice Darcie hugging the other ladies in the scene as they all murmur together. I watch their nervousness fade and smiles take over their faces. Girlfriend has superpowers.
Jack whispers, “Pet!” Darcie’s head snaps to him. “Will is going to bind your wrists.” I walk over and put word to action.
I ensure there is a quick release in each binding, and I have all four ladies bound in a couple of minutes. I explain, “Ladies, note there is a quick release in each one.” I turn to Jack and see I have his attention. “Stabilize the wrists with the left hand and give a sharp tug on the tail - it will unravel in an instant.”
Jack nods, “Thanks, Will.” He turns to look out the wings and mutters, “I need to learn that.”
Manuel and Luis push the pedestal under the curtains, and then carry a large ottoman out from the wings.
Bernadette says, “Time for me to announce the next act.”
I give her a quick kiss and offer Audrey my arm. We’re about to leave when Michelle leads Marissa, Rebecca, and Josie in the back stage door. They rush to us, gushing about how they loved the performance as they squeeze us and shower us in kisses and caresses.
Bernadette saunters out onto the stage. I hear her voice say, “The next act is my dear friend, Jack with some help from some of our hostesses. They are going to demonstrate a party game that you all might like to take home.”
Jack walks out, and we all turn our attention to the monitor. Jack’s assistants line up in the wings stage left.
Jack announces, “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we are going to demonstrate a party game that I think you will all find useful in your homes. I have to thank author Shawn Keys for this. I first heard of this game in his book “the Angel of Black Friday.” I recommend the book highly. Let me introduce my assistants.”
Jack introduces each lady - wrapping a blindfold around their eyes after they curtsy gracefully despite having their wrists bound. Jack places each of them on a different side of the ottoman.
While that is happening, Luis and Michelle place a blackboard stage left. Michelle is wearing a schoolgirl costume - very short red plaid skirt, a white button-down blouse tied closed beneath her breasts instead of buttoned, white knee-h
igh stockings, and black patent leather mary jane shoes. Michelle writes each woman’s name on the board on the blackboard with squeaky chalk before standing next to the chalkboard preening.
Jack explains the game. He will randomly fuck his way around the ottoman. The women will guess who is getting fucked by the noises they make. Each correct guess yields a point and causes Jack to choose a new partner.
It does look like a fun game to play, but my family are all looking at me hungrily. I think we have our own games to play.
We return to our suite and get naked. Audrey shows everyone the present she received from Viktorkija - a double-headed dildo complete with scrotum and harness. Audrey claims that it’s anatomically correct built upon the mold Bernadette took of my member to create Audrey’s last Christmas present. She explains that the card says Viktorija and Bernadette were using this particular rig vigorously while they watched Audrey and I reconcile last month on the fainting couch in her office. We have fun for a couple of hours before passing out.
We wake up early, around four-thirty in the morning. We cuddle and caress each other for few minutes, and Audrey, Marissa, and Josie each get a goodbye fuck. Rebecca and I hurry through a shower and packing. I pack my weapons in my case. I’ll check it rather than carrying it on. I ensure I have all the paperwork for my weapons easily at hand. Audrey, Marissa, and Josie pull on their skimpy little robes, which are quickly becoming a favorite of mine. They walk Rebecca and I down to the entrance. We hug and kiss for a few minutes until a ping on my phone tells me the driver is here.
Both the journey to the airport and checking in at the counter are quick and painless. The aircraft pushes back on time and we arrive in North Carolina Sunday evening. We have a driver waiting for us when we arrive, and he grabs our bags and leads us to a town car. Less than an hour and a half after landing, I’m knocking on my sister’s door.
Roger, my brother-in-law, answers the door. He looks exhausted. He invites us in and wraps me in a hug after he closes the door.
Roger is a 6’4” tall, thin, and a little stoop shouldered. He’s one of the kindest men I know, and it’s heartbreaking to have him holding onto me tightly and sobbing onto my shoulder.
He eventually empties enough of his grief to stand up.
“I’m sorry, Will. It’s just been so hard,” Roger says. “It’s harder than last time, and it was rough then. Knowing I’m not going to have her with me much longer is just crushing me.”
“I bet, Roger. You can always call and chat if you want to vent. I keep offering, and I mean it,” I tell him.
He bows his head, “I know, Will. I don’t like asking for help any more than any other man does.”
“I get it, Roger. Just keep in mind that we’re family. You have to ask family for help or we feel worthless, big guy.”
He smirks. “How is it you do that? I feel better after a cry and a hug. Superpowers, Will. You have superpowers.”
We chuckle. I say, “Roger, let me introduce my girlfriend. This is Rebecca Silverstein. Rebecca, my brother-from-another-mother, Roger Banks.”
Rebecca hugs the big man. “I’m sorry for your pain, Roger. Let’s see if Will and I can’t help shoulder some of the burden for you.”
He nods, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rebecca. Why don’t you both leave your bags here? Allie is in the family room looking out at the woods.”
We follow Roger down a short stairway between the formal living room and the dining room. I see an emaciated figure sitting on the couch. I barely recognize my sister Allison. Her eyes are sunken, her skin literally looks a little grey, her posture is stooped. She looks twenty years older than her forty-eight.
I turn to Roger. “Hey, Roger. Could I trouble you for a couple glasses of water?”
He responds, “No trouble, Will.”
Rebecca says, “I’ll give you a hand, Roger.”
I sit beside Allie. “Hey, Sissi. How’s my best girl?” I wrap her in a hug.
She drones, “Well, I quit chemo treatment, so that’s better. Unfortunately, I’m gonna die soon, which sucks. I’m not done here, yet.”
I tell her, “Allie, I’m here to help you feel better. Just let me hold your hand for a while, okay?”
I release the hug and turn to face her and push growth energy into her. I draw most of the entropic energy away and push more growth energy. Finally I’ve got enough of the fog of death removed that I can see large hot spots that are swirling growth surrounded by entropy all through her lungs and neck.
I draw the growth energy out of the bright ‘hot’ spots in her lungs and then send entropic energy to eat the tumors away. I give the energy a little time to work.
Roger and Rebecca walk back in carrying drinks. Roger has two glasses of water, and Rebecca is carrying a full glass of red liquid and a glass of water.
Rebecca kneels in front of Allison. “Hello, Allison. I’m Will’s girlfriend, Rebecca. I’m an herbalist. I mixed you up a tonic in the kitchen with ingredients you had on hand. This should help strengthen your immune system and reduce swelling. It’s basically herbs from your spice rack, in chamomile-lavender tea and cherry juice. It’s going to taste weird, but it shouldn’t be too unpleasant. I’ll get some better ingredients tomorrow.”
Allison smiles and croaks, “Hello, Rebecca. Welcome.” She takes the glass and sniffs it. Her face puckers in distaste, but she takes a sip. She considers for a moment and shrugs. “All of it?” she croaks.
Rebecca says, “Yes. Just choke it down. Then you can have this water to chase it with.”
Allison drains it. She hands the glass to Rebecca and says, “Spicy!”
Rebecca says, “Yes. Lots of oregano, parsley, and garlic plus turmeric, cayenne, and black pepper. Here’s your water, Allison.”
Allison croaks, “Allie. Anyone that makes Will look that happy can call me Allie.”
Rebecca gives me a brilliant smile, “Thanks, Allie. I’m afraid I don’t have a short version of my name that isn’t associated with childhood trauma, so I go by Rebecca.”
“No problem by me, Rebecca.” Allison sips her water.
We talk about the flight and our weekend - minus the sex show, orgies, and banishing a succubus.
Roger falls asleep in his chair. Rebecca goes to see what’s available to cook for a quick dinner with Allie’s permission.
I sit there and manipulate energies in and out of my sister’s diseased body.
Rebecca reports there isn’t much that fits Allie’s dietary needs. Roger starts at that and volunteers to take Rebecca to the grocer. While Roger is putting on his shoes, I tell her to go wild and put it on the credit card. She plans to get lots of lean protein, raw nuts, avocado, olives, and green veggies.
I keep working on Allison as she reclines there sipping water and holding my hand. At one point she asks, “What are you doing, Will? I feel something, but it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before.”
I tell her, “Just manipulating energy, Allie. I’ll tell you more once you get stronger.”
An hour later, Rebecca and Roger are back. Rebecca dashes in for a wet kiss, and then runs back to the kitchen.
Rebecca feeds us grilled chicken schnitzels, spinach sautéed in garlic olive oil, with avocado halves, olives, and raw almonds on the side.
I help clean up the kitchen while Roger carries Allison up to bed.
The next morning, Rebecca and I wake up around eight. Since we’re two time zones earlier than we’re used to, it works out to be about my normal wake up. We get up and go for a run. I hate running, and I don’t do it frequently. However, it’s one of the things you can do almost anywhere. We do about twenty minutes of road work followed by running sprints in Allie and Roger’s back yard along the woods. We finish with open hand and knife tactics for about thirty minutes and about ten minutes of stretching.
Rebecca joins me in the step-in shower, and we giggle incessantly as we awkwardly wash each other in the cramped space and the treacherous footing of the bathtub. Onc
e we’re towelled dry, I pick Rebecca up and carry her naked down the hall as we laugh all the way to our room. We have a quickie before getting dressed in jeans and sweaters.
I grab my attaché and set up on the desk in the family room while Rebecca heads to the kitchen.
I have my laptop powered up by the time Rebecca brings me a cup of coffee. I pull her in for a kiss to reward her. Roger walks in to find me groping her ass. Rebecca has a leg wrapped around me as she grinds her crotch into my hip, and Roger clears his throat while we vigorously explore each other’s mouths.
Roger clears his throat again, and we both turn to look at him. We say in unison, “Good morning, Roger.” He’s wearing pyjamas, old fashioned brown slippers, and a navy bathrobe.
He responds slowly, “Good morning. Did you sleep okay?”
Rebecca and I brush lips and release our clench. “Quite well,” I respond. Rebecca grins at me, “Like we were making babies.”
Roger coughs. Rebecca leans in and whispers, “I love you, Will” before returning to the kitchen. She pats Roger’s shoulder as she walks by and tells him, “Coffee is ready, Roger.” She calls as she leaves the room, “Shall I bring you a cup?”
“I’ll be right there,” he responds. He turns back to me. “I need to take a refill to Allie. She drank a whole glass of water last night and is wanting more.”
“Is that normal?” I ask.
“No,” Roger admits and scratches his head. “Normally she hasn’t taken more than a couple of sips. I have to nag her to drink all the time. I’ll bring her downstairs in a few minutes. Will the desk work for you?”
I smile. “It’s perfect, Roger. Stop worrying. We’re fine and happy to be here.”
I get started working while Roger gets Allison ready to make an appearance. Rebecca brings me a plate of ham, bacon, and eggs with toast. I eat breakfast while talking to a colleague in New York, and then update my status report before taking my dishes to the kitchen.