Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  Chapter Ten

  "You look like you've had enough sun for one day, girl," Billy said handing me the most magnificent thing I had seen all day, a huge glass of ice water.

  "Yeah, I suppose so. That's not all I've had plenty of today," I quipped. "Thanks for the water, I really need it. God, it looks so good."

  "Because you look so hot, in all ways. But if you say one more word, just one, before midnight without our express order to speak you will be right back out there tomorrow, only longer."

  "Yeah Lani," Jen broke in, "and I can give you two real good reasons to keep your mouth shut till midnight. I was just watching the news and Maria the weather bitch said it's going to be hot and calm tomorrow; and, check this out, a three to four foot swell should hit first thing in the morning. So, I don't think you want to be staked out up here hotter than hell while we are riding glassy five and six foot faces, do you? Don't answer!" she added hurriedly.

  I got the point.

  "O.K. baby, so be careful. Now run upstairs and take a nice long shower and lay on the bed until I come to get you," Billy directed. "We got a little surprise for you from town for later."

  I nodded my understanding very deliberately, handed Jen the empty water glass and was off up the stairs.

  I enjoyed a luxurious shower and still got more sand out of places it should never be. Stretching out naked on the bed, and looking out at the beginning of what was obviously going to be a magnificent Hawaiian sunset, and with the breeze off the ocean softly cooling the room, I was feeling great. Even after the wild sexual adventures of earlier in the afternoon, I was also aware that I was more than a little excited with the anticipation of what Billy, Chris and Jen would think of next, and if the surprise was a part of it. And, if it was, was it a good or bad surprise? I couldn't tell from the way she had said it. I strained my ears to hear what they might be discussing, but was unable to get under the beautiful Hawaiian songs of Iz playing on the CD.

  "Wake up sleepy girl." And a gentle slap on the thigh brought me back to the beach house from I don't know where.

  The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight shining off the ocean. I guessed I had fallen asleep. As my eyes cleared I could see Billy at the foot of the bed and Jen and Chris on either side. Jen was still in her bikini from the afternoon, Chris in board shorts and a really cute halter top I'd not seen before, and Billy was adorned in her stupid dumpy sleeping Tee shirt.

  "Lani, we got a FedEx surprise package today for you. It came a day late, but now that it's here we think it's fine anyway," Billy said gleefully. She was beaming at me like a kid currying favor with her parents. With that she brought a small cardboard box from behind her back and handed it to me.

  I reached out and took it. It was a bit heavier than I had expected for a box that small. I gave it a very light shake and could feel things move inside and sort of rattle softly together.

  "Go ahead, open it," Chris chimed enthusiastically. "I want to see what you think."

  The white box had an imprint on the top. Embossed I guess you call it. It was a pair of handcuffs and a 'Mr. J's.' in a sort of modern looking logo.

  "Oh, handcuffs!" I just blurted out. "How cool."

  "Open it and see," Billy said in a voice that suggested that I wasn't going to find handcuffs at all.

  I slipped the cover off only to find a lovely chamois skin bag with a darker leather drawstring. The bag had the same logo, but burnt on like a brand. "Pretty cool," I thought.

  As I lifted the bag out, I saw a small envelope in the bottom of the box. Thinking it was a card I picked it out, laying the bag back in the box. From the look of the bag, I had a feeling that whatever the several objects in it were, they were expensive. The girls looked on expectantly as I glanced up at them from where I was sitting crossed legged on the bed.

  I opened the envelope and it was indeed a card from the girls. As I pulled it out, a funny looking little L-shaped piece of chrome steel on a necklace fell out. Billy leaned forward and picked it up and held it without examining it. It looked sort of like the little wrenches my Dad calls Alan's wrenches or something like that, but the end was different and an irregular shape.

  "Come on Lani, look in the bag," urged Chris.

  "Wait a minute I want to read the card. 'The perfect jewelry for a girl like you. With all our love for a long and painful slavery and lifelong club membership... if you make it.

  Love, Billy, Jen and Christie.'"

  "Hurry up, Lani. We still got a whole night planned for you and stalling ain't going to help you none," Jen prodded.

  Carefully slipping the knot, I slid the contents of the bag out onto the bed. Exquisite. Absolutely exquisite. I had never seen anything like it in my life before, but I knew immediately what they were and how much I loved them.

  Five ovals. One larger and two sets of two smaller ones, each set a bit smaller than the next. They were crafted from a material that looked like hammered bronze or copper. The big one was about one and a half inches wide and maybe four or five inches across. My name was carved in beautiful script on what I took to be the front, and four rings were attached around the band. A collar, and wrist and ankle bands. I was thrilled. The wrist bands were about an inch wide and the ankle bands only about one and one-half inches wide. Each had a ring attached. As I picked one up to examine it, I noticed that the bands were strong, very strong, but a little springy. Then I noticed the notch at the opening and the little slot where the wrench on the necklace probably fitted in. A magnificently crafted and ingenious lock that was smooth in the band and that I was sure only that key would open.

  "What do you think?"

  I sprang up and threw my arms around Billy's neck and hugged her. "I love them. I love them. I just love them!" I squealed.

  "What about us?" Jen asked happily. "They are from us too, you know."

  I hugged, and warmly kissed each in turn, gushing sincere thanks and admiration of these exquisite art pieces, with what I was sure was a very practical purpose.

  "Well," Billy broke in, "let's see how they fit. They better fit well, because you are going to be in them for the rest of the time up here."

  "Oh yes, please, put them on me. I won't ever want to take them off!" I replied with unbounded enthusiasm.

  "I'm not sure you can wear them everywhere, they are a bit suggestive as jewelry," Chris commented.

  "Remember Chris, this is Lani we are talking about," Jen retorted. "I wouldn't be at all surprised to see her wearing these to school in the fall."

  "Not if we don't get them on her first" Billy said with obvious impatience. "And, besides, don't forget. Lani isn't in yet. If you," she said looking me directly in the eye and grabbing my face in her hands and pulling it toward her, "don't complete this initiation, you not only won't get to keep these, you won't be seeing us either."

  This jarred me back to my sense of purpose and mission.

  "Lean your head forward," Billy ordered as she slipped the collar around my neck. She struggled slightly with my hair, asking Jen to hold it out of the way, while she locked the collar in place. It fit perfectly, and to my surprise hardly felt that noticeable on me. It was neither too tight or too loose, and it seemed that it wasn't going to slip around either. Its weight was perfect. Not too heavy, but enough to remind you it was there. Within a few more minutes, I had these beautiful copper-bronze bands around my wrists and ankles. They looked gorgeous. I felt they made me look gorgeous, and they also made me feel very different. The permanence of these metal bands made my situation as a submissive clear to all who should see me, and more strikingly, to me as well. Strangely, I found not fear or dread, but comfort and a warm satisfaction in this.

  No sooner had I noted this than I realized that Jen and Chris were holding the links of chain and reaching for my hands.

  I guessed I wouldn't have to wait too much longer to
see how these bands worked and what they had in mind for that night.

  Three minutes later I was chained in a loose spread-eagle on my back.

  "I think you'll find this torture a bit different than what we've given you so far, Lani, but no less maddening," Chris offered being the first to speak.

  "We are going to blindfold you and put these headphones on you to give you some external sensory deprivation, before we play with your internal sensations," Billy said as she began to tie the black silk blindfold over the two pads she had placed on my eyes. "And remember, as of now the party part of the night, you know the giving of the collar and bands, is over. So do not speak a word unless you are specifically ordered to. If you do, you will be sorry." As soon as I was blind, those big soft stereo headphones were put in place and they too tied into place with the extra length of the blindfold. Darkness and new age rhythms filled my head.

  I wiggled around a little testing the limits of my restraint, and waited. The bands worked great. They held me very securely, but didn't really cut in when you pulled on them. They looked flat, but obvious care had been taken to make round edges that didn't cut, but made sure you knew you were in bondage.

  It seemed like a long time as the naked restraint, music and darkness worked ever so softly on my mind. The light touch of a hand on my right breast brought me back. I caught my breath, but remembering the warning about talking did not say anything. The gentle touch felt wonderful. No doubt about it. The second hand stroking my left thigh, and the feel of hair sweeping across my belly added nicely to the sensation. The touch, nearly simultaneously, of lips to both of my nipples was electric and wonderful. A small moan escaped my own lips.

  The soft kiss on my pussy lips, while both of my nipples were being sucked caused my back to arch up as my arms pulled slightly against the chains.

  The tongue that softly entered me and began to stroke the bud of my clit nearly cost me another day of being staked out on the beach. The extraordinary mix of sensory stimulation of three pairs of loving hands and passionate lips caused my mind to reel.

  Together with the total absence of light and the engulfing envelope of the music, and my being restrained spread-eagle, this passionate assault on me was overwhelming.

  Somehow my mind began to see the entire picture as if I were floating over the bed looking down. I could see myself very clearly, and frankly I looked stunning.

  I could feel the first waves of orgasm swelling up as the ever more strenuous actions of the girls so lavishly loving me took me higher and higher. One of my lovers was sucking and licking and kissing her way from my tit down my stomach toward my pussy, stopping where she ran into the head of the girl sucking and licking there already with such frenzied energy.

  My body tensed, my arms and legs automatically pulling against their bonds. I twisted my body, thrashing around as I felt an enormous and stunningly powerful, yet sweet, orgasm begin to grab me.

  The shock of another pair of hands grasping my head, and the crush of soft full lips on my mouth, the hot tongue plunging into my mouth, as another was being driven deeply into my vagina, while another pair of tender sweet lips sucked my right tit and little teeth bit and pulled on it, as yet another licked at my navel held the explosion in check for an instant as my mind wrestled with the inputs telling me four people were there loving me.

  Four? Four? Who are they? I couldn't see them, I couldn't hear them. Suddenly my mind's eye, the one operating as if it were an out of body satellite looking down from over the bed, saw four women about me. But I could not tell who they were.

  This instant of confusion was happily overcome immediately by the explosion of emotions and sexual energy that engulfed me in wild writhing and exquisite orgasmic release.

  Wave after wave rolled over me. I had no control. I didn't want any. I was wild with the feeling. I had never felt so wonderful. Had never felt this intensity.

  As one orgasm would begin to subside, my lovers would only intensify their efforts to drive me ever higher. I could tell that they would climb over one another in a ballet of naked bodies all searching out areas they had yet to explore and excite. I was becoming one giant g-spot. I wanted the feeling to never stop, yet I wanted to beg them to stop before I lost my mind forever to this incredibly intense pleasure. How strange. I had only just discovered that intense pain could bring unbounded and heretofore unknown pleasure. Now I was finding that extraordinary and intense pleasure that was beyond your control could be another type of torture as well.

  The twisting intertwined bodies swarmed over me again and again for hours as waves of multiple orgasms continually exploded within me. I was soaking wet from my own sweat and the sweat and sweet body juices of us all.

  As my mind would run forward like an out of control machine, it would catch and pause over and over on the identity of the fourth person. Then a moment of wild speculation as I wondered if any of the bodies so magnificently ravishing me were who I had believed they were. Every time my mind would try to latch onto one of these questions for a moment, the wildly beautiful distraction of this passionate assault would take over.

  I don't know how long I enjoyed this exquisite pleasure. As I came to, I began to realize that at least two others sat on the edge of the bed. The music had stopped, but with the earphones still on, I could not hear a thing.

  I drifted softly in a haze. Hands lifted my head and began to loosen the ties of the blindfold and gently slipped the silk from my face. The eye pads were lifted and I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred from the hours of being blindfolded and the darkness, and the exhaustion. Slowly I was able to begin to see.

  "Ms. Baxter! Shit! What are you doing here?" the words shot from my mouth.

  Chapter Eleven

  The shock of having my favorite English teacher sitting naked next to me while my nude and ravished body was secured spread-eagle to the bed was so great that I couldn't help calling out as I had.

  "Nice going Lani," Chris said dripping with sarcasm, "if you could have made it another fifteen minutes you could have spared yourself another day staked out in the sun."

  "Close enough," Ms. Baxter said, "we can say she made it and if she is a good girl she can surf with you guys tomorrow."

  "Shit. I mean... well fuck, what are you doing here?" spilled out of me like hot coals.

  "Calm down Lani. You may just want to consider me your club's faculty advisor," she said and laughed with a sparkling smile and eyes to match while throwing her auburn hair back with her hand.

  "How long have you been here?"

  "Long enough to know I was right about you. Now shut up and realize that you are not the one in a position to be asking any questions," she said as she stroked my forehead with a cross between a parent's and a lover's tenderness. "Or, would you rather spend the day staked out again tomorrow?"

  "Well no. But are you part of the club?"

  "What did I just tell you? You keep talking and you will be punished."

  "What the fuck do you call this?" I blurted out, still in a confused fog by seeing her here.

  "Well Lani, I call what you just experienced genuine pleasure. The reaction of your body and spirit sure seemed to confirm that. Since your mind, that fabulously analytical mind of yours, doesn't seem to fully understand the difference, I guess I'll have to teach you," she said softly touching my lips with her forefinger. "One more word out of you and you will be very sorry. Do you understand? Not one word, not one, until one of us specifically tells you to speak." She looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. "Lani, you must understand that speech is what separates us from the animals, and hence what separates us. As our submissive slave, if you always have the ability to communicate freely in speech then you are an equal. I know you understand this. So either choose to cooperate or choose the consequences."

  As I nodded my understanding, I noticed that Jen had crept back
into the room and was standing naked back against the far wall. She looked highly agitated.

  As Ms. Baxter noticed her and turned to address her, Jen fell sobbing to the floor at her feet.

  "What's the matter Jen?"

  Barely audible though her tears, Jen replied, "You're giving all your attention to Lani, and you promised me that you would treat me special when you came up here for her initiation."

  "Are you unhappy with me?" Ms. Baxter asked, now sounding more like our English Lit. teacher than the really beautiful nude woman sitting next to me on the bed. As my focus shifted from the shock of her being here, I turned my attention to her physical being. All I could think of was that it was amazing how well you could hide an exquisite figure under a business suit if it was cut right, or wrong depending on your point of view. Her long auburn hair hung loosely, not in the tight ponytail she wore to school. Her figure was full and firm. Her large breasts were very beautiful and high. Her stomach was flat and firm and the glint off the capture ball on her navel ring really caught my eye. She was hot. She looked a lot more like someone off the pages of Playboy than somebody's English Lit. teacher. As she turned to talk to Jen I was shocked to see that she had a sun tattoo on her right ass cheek. Wow, I was getting information overload on my favorite teacher. But nothing I was seeing or knowing was making her less my favorite. Very much the opposite. Ms. Baxter was full of surprises. I wondered how many more. If the boys at school could see what she really looked like her classes would overflow with horny little boys pretending to have an interest in Byron or Wordsworth. As my mind drifted back to Jen and her pleading I could hear her responding to Ms. Baxter's question through her sobs.

  "Yeah, I am mad at you," she blurted out. "You got to do what you promised!"

  "That is 'have to do' not "got to do' young lady, and do you think it's your position to be telling me this?" Ms. Baxter shot back.

  Suddenly the courage drained from Jen's face like the bottom of a bottle being broken out.