The Prop Master: Cindy's Student: Her Desire To Learn Was Insatiable

by Pat Powers

  "All right, Julia, you're ours," said Jack. "And I would like to say, on Cindy's behalf as well as mine, "Wooh-hoo! Yee-hah! Yowzah!"

  "Oh, beautifully put, master," Cindy said, giggling.

  "Thank you," Jack said. "Well, we got her, so let's get down to business. Let me do an inspection. Julia, could you spread your knees wider?"

  Julia spread her knees a little wider.

  "Wider than that," said Jack.

  Julia spread her knees still wider, rolling her eyes.

  "Head to the ground now, you can rest on your forearms, but keep your eyes closed," said Jack. "I'm going to inspect you, not vice versa."

  "That doesn't seem fair," Julia said.

  "You're a slavegirl now, 'fair' no longer applies to you," said Jack.

  This was true, thought Julia.

  "Cindy, join me while I look at our new slavegirl," Jack said.

  He got up and walked in a circle around Julia's kneeling figure, slowly, with Cindy walking alongside him. He paused for a good long time behind Julia's spread legs, making Julia acutely conscious of her exposed and vulnerable pussy. The only thing that made it bearable, really, was all the practice she'd had exposing her private parts to strangers -- lots of strangers, well just come right out and say it, millions of strangers -- in her various film roles.

  But it was different now. This was personal. She liked Jack and Cindy. Somehow that made it much harder to kneel exposed like this.

  "I'd like to see a little more," said Jack. "Spread her for me, Cindy."

  Julia thought that if her knees were any farther apart, she'd be lying flat on the ground. But that wasn't what Jack meant.

  "Yes, oh keen-eyed one," Cindy intoned heavily. She straddled Julia, facing away from her and toward Jack. Julia felt her hands on top of her butt, and when they slid down to her pussy, Julia suddenly understood what Jack wanted spread. Cindy hooked her middle fingers into the fold of Julia's outer labia pulled them apart, then extended her forefingers to pull apart Julia's inner labia, exposing the gleaming pink mysteries they concealed.

  "I think I can see all the way to Denmark, Master Jack," Cindy said.

  "I think it's the back side of her tonsils," Jack said wonderingly.

  Julia just had to laugh.

  "All right, we've seen enough," Jack said, and Cindy allowed Julia's labia to slide back into place. "Time to tie up the slavegirl, don't you think?"

  "Oh, yeah," Cindy said eagerly.

  "On your feet, slavegirl, and stand at the center of the room," Jack ordered.

  "What, no crawling?" Julia asked.

  "You can if you want to," said Jack. "That reminds me, get the head harness with the blue ballgag, Cindy."

  "Head harness?" Julia asked, just a little alarmed.

  "It's not as bad as it sounds," said Cindy. "I wear one all the time when I'm alone with Jack, even if I don't have the ball in my mouth, I just let it dangle at my chin. Feels comfy to me."

  "Yeah, they'd be a fashion accessory if people only knew," said Jack, "at least, that's what I hear from Cindy."

  Cindy stepped behind the curtain while Julia made her way to the center of the room, a process that took seconds. Cindy popped out with two head hanrnesses in her hand.

  "Jack, I want to wear my harness," said Cindy. "Telling Julia about it really made me hot for it.":

  "I was hoping to get your comments and ideas while we play with Julia," said Jack.

  "We can let the ball dangle unless I just say something totally smarmy," said Cindy.

  "Oh, no danger of that," Jack said, rolling his eyes.

  "Julia, Jack's gonna put a head harness on me first so you can see how it works," Cindy said. "It'll be just the same as yours except you get to have the ball in your mouth."

  "Hey, that means she gets to drool, too!" said Jack. "That's so unfair!"

  "Oh, you've proved many times that one doesn't need to have a gag in one's mouth to drool," said Cindy. "I've watched you watch 'The Avengers.' All Diana Rigg has to do is a lift a finger in his direction and I'm alone in the world, Julia. Though I have to admit, ball gags do make drooling a lot easier."

  As she spoke Cindy casually seated herself on the back of the sofa and laid the harness gags on either side of her head. Jack walked beside her and picked up the one with the red ball. After a moment of fussing with the straps, he stepped close to Cindy, who sat with her hands crossed behind her back. Cindy opened her mouth wide and Jack popped the ball into it.

  "Putting on the head harness laways starts with putting the ball in," said Jack, "that way you can hold it in place while I fasten the straps."

  Once the ball was in, Cindy bowed her head down. Jack grabbed two straps and reached around to fasten them behind Cindy's neck, being careful to avoid pulling her hair with them as he did so.

  "Cindy didn't bow her head just to make things easier for me," said Jack. "Tucking her chin into her neck also reduces the size of her neck and jaw to its smallest width, which means the ball stays in there good and tight under all circumstances."

  "Mm-hmm," said Cindy.

  Next, Jack took another strap which was hanging in front of Cindy's face and pulled it back over her head, fastening it at the back of her neck with the buckles that had fastened her ball gag in place. The strap pressed into Cindy's hair, like a leather part. It came right down across her forehead and divided into two straps just above the bridge of her nose. Those two straps ran down on either side of her nose, where they were sewn into her ball gag just outside the corners of her mouth.

  Two short straps dangled from beneath the gag strap now. Jack fastened these together underneath Cindy's chin.

  "OK, there it is, as you'll be wearing it," Jack said. It should be tight, but not uncomfortably so. The ball gag should fill your mouth, but not impact the back of your throat, making you gag. You should be able to push against it with your tongue, but you shouldn't be able to push it out of your mouth."

  "It chood eel ery goo," Cindy said through her gag, her voice coming out very softly from behind the gag despite the fact that Cindy was speaking at normal volume.

  "As you can hear, the gag will muffle your words, but won't keep you from speaking well enough to be understood by someone who's standing near you and listening carefully," said Jack. "And Cindy swears it feels very good to her. Maybe you'll agree."

  Julia was immensely relieved to hear that the gag wouldn't absolutely silence her, for some reason. She's worn laughably thin cleave gags in several scenes in movies, gags that she could talk right through with no trouble. And she'd worn a tightly applied cleave gag with a thick cloth stuffed in her mouth behind it in "Sinful Impact" -- that one had been a bitch to wear and had reduced her ability to communicate to pathetic little moans.

  And had made her feel very aroused, she recalled.

  "Now, as you can see, the ball is held in place by a catch on one side, and it's riveted in place on the other," said Jack. "That's one of my innovations. Most of the time the strap runs right through the center of the ball, keeping it in place more securely. This little addition lets me do this..."

  Jack gently pressed in on the metal catch with his finger until it was beneath the buckle, then pulled the ball out of Cindy's mouth. and let it dangle wetly beside her chin.

  "So if you really have a problem, we can have that gag out of your mouth in a flash," said Cindy.

  "And we can pop it right back in just as easily," said Jack.

  "I won't be allowed to take it out?" asked Julia.

  "Won't be able to," responded Jack, "since your hands are going to be tied. This is about bondage, you know. So you're going to have to signal to let us know if you have a problem. We have two signals we use. You can signal me visually, by flipping a bird at me with either hand. Go ahead and do it now. Get it out of your system."

  Julia grinned and expertly flipped Jack off with both hands.

  "You do that like you've been in bondage a lot!" Jack said, grinning. "Ok, the other thing is to c
ry out 'S-O-S!' as loud as you can from behind your gag. It'll come out more like 'Eh-Oh-Eh!' through the gag, but it's distinctive. If you forget about all that and just yell for help or ask us to get the gag off through the gag, we will if we understand that's what you want. We've just set those two things as our 'drop everything and attend to me' signal."

  "So you never need to feel like there's something you can't back out of," Cindy said. "Not that I think you'll want to."

  "Well, that does make me feel better," Julia said.

  "Mmmm, you're going to feel incredible in just a little while," Cindy said.

  Jack picked up the head harness with the blue ball and walked over to Julia.

  "Open wide," said Jack.

  Julia complied, and felt the smooth suface of the rubber ball in her mouth. She felt it sink deeper into the mouth when Jack tightened the straps. She felt the straps encircling her head, felt the way they closed around her jaw and her head. It was as Cindy had said, a strangely comforting feeling to have her head all strapped up like that. She would never have imagined that it was so, but it was.

  "Ok, let's get you tied up," said Jack.

  "Standing spreadeagle for starters?" Cindy asked.

  "That should serve our purposes quite well," said Jack. "Get some rope, I'll get the stool."

  Cindy disappeared behind the curtain with Jack, a moment later Jack came out with a small footstool in hand.

  "Stand with your arms outstretched and your legs spread wide, so your body makes a letter "X" said Jack.

  Julia complied. Jack walked to one side of her, got on his footstool, and quickly tied one end of his rope to one of the iron rings set in the ceiling. He brought the other end down and ran it through the ring of her right wrist cuff.. Jack held Julia's hand in the air and ran a loose loop through it, then tied some sort of fancy knot in it. He left some slack in the rope so that her arm wasn't extended fully. Then he went around to the other side and did the same with her other wrist.

  Meanwhile, Cindy knelt on the floor and did the same thing with ropes attached to her feet. She changed the positioning of her feet a little as she worked, but like Jack, she left a little slack in the ropes, too. Her arms and legs were extended, but not fully extended.

  Julia found herself a little disappointed. After the stringency of the head harness, which as Jack had said was tight but not uncomfortably tight, Julia had expected a little bit more from her bondage.

  "Comfy?" Jack asked when he and Cindy finished.

  Julia looked at him and nodded her head.

  "Well, we did leave a little slack in the ropes," Jack said. "But fortunately we can fix that easily enough." Jack reached up to the rope on Julia's left wrist. He grasped the rope firmly with one hand, then grabbed the knot around it with his thumb and forefingers with the other. He carefully slid the knot up the length of the rope, which made the loop larger, but also had the effect of shortening the overall length of the rope. Suddenly, Julia's left arm was fully extended -- no slack in it at all.

  "It's called a tautline hitch," said Jack as he walked around to Julia's right side. He adjusted that knot, as Cindy adjusted the knots at her feet and suddenly Julia was standing in a spreadeagle that was really strict.

  Jack and Cindy stood in front of Julia and admired their handiwork, gazing at her as if she were a work of art. And for all the ability she had to control her situation, she might as well have been. She was naked, bound and gagged, utterly helpless before these two very new friends of hers.

  She really liked that.

  "God, now I understand," Cindy said wonderingly as she stared at Julia. "I always wondered why you've always been willing to let me have all fun, letting me be the one who gets tied up and played with. But looking at Julia .... am I even half that beautiful in your bonds?"

  "You're just as beautiful," Jack said.

  "Mmmph," Julia said through her gag.

  "I'm sorry," Jack said. "You're much more beautiful than she is."

  "Mmph!" Julia said again.

  Cindy responded to Jack's words by grabbing his chin and guiding his mouth down to hers for a long, passionate kiss that quickly became a clinch. Their hands roved over each others' naked bodies and their mouths were hungry for one another.

  As she watched their clinch come closer and closer to sexual intercourse, Julia was suddenly sure they were going to make love right in front of her, leaving her chained and naked, unable to quench the fire in her loins -- a thought that only increased the intensity of that fire.

  But they did not make love -- quite. Julia suddenly cried, 'Jack, stop, stop."

  Jack stopped and they both spend a minute panting, locked in one another's arms.

  "Jack, what about our guest? How could we be so rude as to just tie her up and leave her like that while we have all the fun?" Cindy asked.

  "Looks like she's doing all right to me," Jack said, glancing over at Julia's gleaming eyes.

  "Yeah, but she could be doing a lot better," Cindy said. "Let's keep doing what we're doing, but let's make a Julia sandwich out of it."

  "Mmm, sounds like fun," said Jack. "Now, Julia do remember that if you object to any of this, you can stop it in a flash.'

  "Also remember that you don't have to say anything or do anything unless we order you to," said Cindy. "It's one of the good parts of being a slave."

  So Julia did not say anything. Cindy was right. Jula really did not want to say anything. She desperately wanted for Jack and Cindy to make a Julia sandwich, but she did not want to say so. And she did not have to. She was gagged. She was a slavegirl.

  Suddenly, the appeal of playing the slavegirl was a lot clearer to Julia.

  Cindy casually grabbed Jack by his erect dick and dragged him over to where Julia stood. Then she walked over to the sofa and reached down under its cushion and pulled out a condom, still in its wrapper. She tore the wrapper off and dropped it on the floor.

  "Permission to wrap that rascal, master," Cindy said to Julia.

  "Permission granted," said Jack.

  Cindy popped the condom into her mouth as if it were a stick of bubblegum and knelt on the floor in front of Jack. Once again, she crossed her wrists together behind her back, then slowly and carefully caught Jack's dick in her mouth while Zick did the usual male thing of standing very still and breathing hard. She fixed her eyes on Jack's, then slowly deep-throated him, sucking all of his large cock into her mouth. When her nose ran into his belly, she stayed that way for a minute, and then slowly pulled her head back.

  As Cindy's head withdrew, Julia saw that Jack's cock was now covered by a condom. She had rolled it on with her mouth alone. Talented gal. Julia knew how to do it, too. It was a handy thing to know sometimes.

  "We don't KNOW that that rascal will go probing anywhere," Cindy said to Julia. 'But better safe than sorry."

  Julia did not say anything. She did not have to.

  Cindy rose to her feet.

  "Jack, how about you get behind her and I'll get in front of her, and we'll see if we can still manage to do what we just did?" Cindy suggested.

  "Hey, I'm the master here!" Jack cried. "Here's what we're going to do. You get in front of her and I'LL get behind her. Then we'll see if we can still manage to do what we just did with her between us."

  "Yes, master," said Cindy. 'You are so wise."

  "Now, THAT'S slavegirl talk," Jack said as he stepped around Julia, ducking under her ropes.

  Julia smiled a bit behind her gag. They communicated well in their goofy way.

  Cindy approached Julia with a luminous smile on her face. She kissed her in the crook of her neck and put her arms around her and pressed her body against Julia's. At the same time, Julia felt Jack slide up behind her. She felt his breath on the other side of her neck. She felt the hardness of his cock at the small of her back and realized that if Jack wanted to do her, he would have to do it while almost squatting or kneeling.

  She felt Jack's hands slide forward and gently begin fondling her
breasts. She felt Cindy's hands' slide down her hips and fondle her ass, and she felt Cindy's pussy rubbing against hers.

  She felt a long string of drool trickling down her chin. The ball was making her drool.

  But most of all, she felt her own desire, and her helplessness in the face of all these lips, hands, cocks, faces and other body parts that now overwhelmed hers. That helplessness felt great. She instinctively wanted to embrace Cindy with one arm and curl her arm around Jack's head with the other. But she could not, both hand were tied and so she could only stand there and accept their embraces. She wanted to wrap her legs around Cindy's. She wanted to somehow hike her ass into the air so Jack's cock could go to the place where it belonged. But her legs were tied and she could only stand there with her legs spread wide.

  And that was exactly what she wanted to do, just stand there. She did not want to ask any questions or answer any questions. She did not want to make advances, welcome advances, or fend advances off. She wanted simply to be there, in that moment, and take whatever was in it for her.

  And that was the beauty of being bound and gagged and cast in the role of a slavegirl. It was all she could do. It was all she should do.

  The relief she'd felt earlier at hearing about the signals she could give to stop everything was gone. Not that she was worried. She just knew that it would take an awful lot -- some form of torture with knives of something -- to make her flip a bird or call out an S-O-S. Oh, god, the ball gag that had felt so strange now felt so good.

  Julia felt Jack's finger probing into her anus at almost the same time as Cindy's fingers began probing her pussy. Normally she would have instinctively tensed up at that first probing finger. But now she was so relaxed, so passive that the fingers slid into her body as easily as they slid out. It was as if they had put her in a trance of some sort. A delightful sort of trance, to be sure.

  Jack looked over Julia's shoulder at Cindy. He mouthed the words "subspace" without vocalizing it. Cindy looked back at Jack and very subtly nodded her head to signify agreement.

  ""Time for floor exercises now," Jack said.

  Cindy nodded, and they released the ropes that tied Julia to the ceiling and floor. They lowered Julia to the floor so that she lay face up and tied her collar to an iron ring set in the floor. Then they tied a rope from her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs. But the rope did not run directly from her wrists to her ankles. Each rope ran instead to an iron ring on either side of her -- far enough away that she lay with her arms and legs spread wide. There was enough play in the rope that she could relieve the pressure on her arms and legs by pulling her leg up or her arm up a little, on either side. But she could not come close to closing her legs and arms in that tie.