“Tonight you will see something a little different. Zin is actually quite comfortable perched on the cross the way it is. But, if I move the pegs around, that changes." She was standing on pegs at the bottom of the cross. A peg under each foot and she was holding onto a peg in each hand. He added four pegs to the cross. Two pegs were added to the peg holes higher above her hands and one peg hole below where her feet were added.
Gerwald moved the bindings for her hands to the higher pegs and adjusted the straps. Her body was now stretched across the cross quite tightly. After having her step onto the lower pegs, he removed the existing pegs and bound her ankles to the cross. Her body was now stretched as tight as bowstring because of her own body weight.
He went to L.A. and said, "Watch, she can take the weight off of her arms by inching up on her legs, using her ankles and calves. Then they will tire and she'll let her arms support her weight. She could go back and forth like that for hours. Meanwhile the body pain builds up. She would cum from this alone after a couple of hours."
As he spoke we started to see the subtle movement of muscles in Zin's legs and arms. First the leg muscles stretched as she supported her body weight on just the balls of her feet. Then these relaxed and her arm muscles tightened. We watched this ballet of motion for a full fifteen minutes. After Gerwald was satisfied that we had observed this movement, he went to the cabinets. "I am going to add a little something to the cross to hurry her along.”
He placed another peg to the cross where the beams crossed, just below her crotch. Then stuck a dildo in her cunt. This one had strings attached which he tied to the peg. He came back to where L.A. was kneeling.
"Watch, as she eases up and down she'll arouse herself on the dildo in her, or she'll be able to support her weight against the peg at her cunt. The weight against her pelvic bone and will be painful.”
As we watched she had speeded up her actions. Her thighs soon became wet with sweat and the secretions from her cunt. She was uttering little low moans now. Even as toned as her body was, the continued movement was wearing on her. The fact that she had been teaching and dancing for two hours earlier that day meant that she was already tired. Her face was a mix of conflicting emotions. Pain, pleasure, and concentration all crossed her face.
This type of play is very tiring for the slave and required close attention by her Master. Gerwald did not want Zin to injure herself. He had left L.A. and was standing by the cross now. He was watching her for any sign of serious problems.
The expression on her face was mostly pleasure now and he laid her hand on her belly. A full minute passed before he said anything.
He looked at us smiled and said. "Soon." then returned his attention to Zin. He moved his hand lower to Zin's crotch and started to rub her clit.
Zin threw he head back and said "Master, Please may I?"
He watched another moment then said “Yes." and watched as the orgasm shook her body. He waited until it was over then pulled the center peg and motioned me to help.
I grabbed and Zin's feet and pulled the lower pegs and supported her weight while Gerwald grabbed her around the waist with one of those huge arms. The upper pegs and bonds were released in moments. Zin collapsed against her Master and began to hug him. He picked her and took her to a couch and placed her there.
“Split your legs." he said to her. With a look of concentration on his face he began to checking her crotch area for any sign of damage. "Abraded a little.” he said to no one in particular then looked at Bea.
“Bring me the First Aid kit!” Bea jumped up to obey him and hustled over to the cabinet that held it and was back in moments. While she was doing this he was hugging and reassuring his slave, smiling and speaking with her in very low tones.
Bea delivered what looked like a huge red fishing tackle box with white crosses painted on the sides. He opened it, found a tube of ointment, and started to treat Zin's crotch. Only after this was done did he let her close her legs. He stayed with her another few minutes and watched as she also fell into a deep sleep. He covered her with an afghan as well. He led L.A., Bea, and I back to the living room, turning down the playroom lights as he left.
When we got to the living room and he settled himself in his favorite chair and Bea settled at his feet. I took a chair also and L.A. looked a moment at Bea then followed her lead and sat at my feet as well.
Gerwald looked hard at L.A. then started speaking. "You have witnessed a great many things tonight. Depending on your Master's mood you may have to endure any of them at some time. You did not safe word this evening, so that means I have either overwhelmed, or excited you."
"I have watched you carefully this evening. A nude slave hides very little, a great deal can be told about a slave from the condition of her nipples, the timbre of her voice, and the condition of her skin and cunt. Master G, give your slave a master's touch. I would bet that you will find her wet and hot."
I leaned over and let my hand wander down L.A.'s body from her throat to her shaven sex. Her nipples had been erect all evening and were the same now. I let my hand cup her sex, then I used my middle finger part and penetrate her. She was wet and the very core of her was burning. Again I was so proud of her and her responses.
"She is responsive." I said then tilted her head back and kissed her very deeply. "Now that you have seen what might happen how do you feel? Please feel free to speak."
“It's all so very foreign,” L.A. said softly “who would have believed that people actually do this?" was her first comment.
After a moment she looked at me, and said "It's all very exciting and arousing. I just can't believe this is happening. My feelings and thoughts are so jumbled up. Everything I have seen tonight I've seen in my dreams. I keep thinking I need to wake up only to find that I'm awake. The cross is something I had never envisioned.”
"I blame your Master for the Cross of St Andrew." Gerwald said chuckling. "Zin had played on something similar once and made a sketch. Your master took that simple sketch and came back the next week with a complete set of drawings. I had a master carpenter friend of mine build it. Your master worked out the trick with the pegs however, normally the subject is just bound there to hang by their hands or wrists."
Gerwald paused and yawned hugely. "It's late and I'm tired. Master G, I offer you the hospitality of my house. It will be 2AM by the time you get home. Can I offer you a bed?"
"Yes please. I'm not looking forward to a long drive this late. The usual room?" he nodded to this then stood up.
"Bea attend me." then left with his slave in tow. I just had to think at that point, he kept three slaves here and had exhausted two. Here was a man of huge appetites.
I looked down at L.A.. "Follow me. You will spend this night as a slave, nude and chained hand and foot to the bed."
Chapter 5
Rebirth
True to my word, I led her to a spare bedroom then we both used the bathroom. I then placed her on the bed and loosely chained her hand and foot. She would be able to sleep quite comfortably, and move around. But as her orgasms were now mine to command, I did not want her to be able to seek any self-satisfaction. I started to remove the leather collar. It can be uncomfortable to sleep in but was stopped by her hand. She was staring at me with a forlorn look on her face and a big question mark.
"Do you have a something to say." I asked
She smiled at that "I would like to keep it on Master." I loosened it rather than take it off. I had seen this before but had not been expecting it. For some, being without a collar is very disconcerting. For now, it seemed to be a passing attraction rather than the pressing need so I let it pass. I settled her in the bed made sure the pillow was comfortable for her then stripped and got in bed myself. It had been a long day with many surprises and ups and downs and I was tired to the bone.
I did gather her in close and cuddled her to my body and started to gently to rub her back. After a couple of minutes, I heard steady breathing. She was asleep. Only then did I
let myself drift off. Tomorrow I would have to search her feelings for what had happened to her today.
I woke up at about 8 am to find a warm armful of female intently staring at me. My bladder had gotten me up, as I was sure hers had also, the difference being I could do something about my discomfort. I pulled her close and kissed her. Then I removed her collar and checked her neck. No problems from wearing it overnight. I then started to free her chains. I pointed at the restroom "You first but don't close the door."
She smiled at that. "What would be the point, you know my body better than I do, Master." then sat up and rolled her shoulders and did a few morning stretches and padded off. She was back in minute and I took care of the same problem.
I got dressed then we went in search of her clothes. They were still in the playroom where she had been told to remove them the night before. She picked them up and put them on the couch but did not try to dress.
A quick look around told us that Bea and Zin had found other places to sleep more comfortable than a Gurney and a couch, and most of the equipment had been returned to its place.
I smelled fresh coffee and with L.A. in tow, followed my nose to the kitchen. Bea was reading the Sunday paper. She was nude except for dishtowel over one shoulder. She looked up when we came in. Without say a word she moved me to the breakfast nook, and a large mug of coffee magically appeared in front of me.
"Good morning Master, what can I get you for breakfast this morning." After she had made a few suggestions, I settled on an omelet and toast.
She motioned L.A. into the kitchen and started to make an omelet for me. I did hear the two of them talking and laughing. I did hear one piece of sage advice from Bea.
"There are many ways to please your master, but if you have his coffee in front him when he first wakes up, and get food in `em fast, you can get away with lots of indiscretions." This was delivered in a stage whisper to L.A.. I hated to admit it but she was right.
L.A. soon appeared with two large plates, piled high with the omelets and toast. Bea had already had her breakfast and the two of them were chatting and joking. Phone numbers were exchanged and Bea left to place the piece of paper with the phone numbers with her clothes.
I did talk with Bea briefly. The lord of the manor would not be up for hours so I made my apologies to her to be delivered to my host and got moving.
It would about 10 am before I got home with most of this morning wasted. The trip had been worthwhile. I had exposed L.A. to more than I could have by myself and she seemed quite happy with the new knowledge. If she had been having second thoughts, I'm sure I would have known about them by now.
She was positively glowing this morning. I took her to the playroom and told her to dress and went back to the bedroom for a quick look around. Her collar was still on the bed and I recovered that. When I got back to the room she was dressed and talking to Bea and brushing her hair with a brush she had borrowed. She was beautiful and I looked a fright.
Day old growth of untrimmed beard, hair every which way, and morning breath only slightly adulterated by two good cups of coffee eggs and toast. I did borrow the brush a minute and straightened myself out a little. It didn't help much but at least I didn't look like a skid row bum now. I got L.A. to say her good-byes then we headed to the car.
After we were headed back to my part of the world, I looked at her hard in the harsh light of morning. She was still beautiful and glowing. For thirty minutes or so nothing was said by either of us. We were both lost in our memories of last night.
I finally broke the silence and asked, "I need your thoughts on what you saw yesterday, and first did any of it shock you?"
"No master not shocked, just amazed that this really exists. It's something from my dreams." She replied promptly. Another clue for me, she had thought about this lot but had kept the feelings deep down so they only surfaced in her sleep, from her subconscious.
"Was there any thing that really aroused you?" I asked.
"All of it master, watching Cathy cum from a verbal command was," she paused as she searched for a word to describe that particular scene. She finally finished the sentence with "incredible!"
I had to agree. "I am going to train you to do that. You may find that impossible now but you will."
She blurted out at this point "HOW can I do that? How can you do that?"
To that I replied "With your relationships of late you have pushed your sensuality into the background, it comes out in spurts, but now you know it exists and I am bringing that out to where you can literally touch it."
"Think about next week, every little breeze on your panty less bare sex will remind you of this. If you don't keep it freshly shaved it will start to itch and remind you. That's where I start, first I remind you constantly that you are a beautiful and desirable woman, and there is someone out there that wants to possess you, literally own you body and soul." I stated.
"You have taken those first steps into a New World. Enjoy it, revel in it and then I will take you a step further."
She fell silent at that point and I had just starting hitting the feeder roads to the freeways and had to pay attention. The traffic at this time on a Sunday morning was already getting heavy with people headed to church as well as service and delivery vehicles.
My adrenaline level went up at one point trying to avoid a collision with two Hispanic farmers in pickups loaded with vegetables and produce. They were probably headed for farmer's market and were running late, it had been open for over an hour. I toyed with the idea of stopping there and leading L.A. all around that market dressed just as she was. My discomfort with my current un-bathed condition stopped me. I pressed on to my house. L.A. was again looking out the window and toying with the necklace.
She finally looked at me again and said, "Yes, I will remember every day what you have done to me. Between this necklace and the other things." Then fell silent one more time.
I left her to her thoughts for the rest of the trip and arrived at my house about a half-hour later. After pulling into the driveway, I let her out and disabled the security system. After I taught her the codes (I thought she might want them later) and made sure she knew the key sequences.
My security system was perhaps a little different from most in that it did not have a "Backdoor". All of the commercial ones do, and believe me when I tell you that the Police and any other law enforcement agency have some one that knows all the backdoor/override codes. This was a product of my love for electronic gadgets; programming and a useful little gadget know as a "Basic Stamp", a complete programmable interface controller, memory, timing and a basic command interpreter built into one IC about the size of a large commemorative postage stamp.
As we entered the house and the door closed behind us, L.A. knew that once again she had to change modes. She was unsure however of how to proceed. I saw the indecision on her face and decided to clarify it.
"Right now I want you to shower first then get into your silk robe. I'm going to make coffee, get the paper and do the same after you. Then you and I will have a lazy morning.”
We did just that, after we both had showered and changed we both got another cup of coffee and the newspaper. I did get my accumulated e-mail and checked pager and phone messages. I had L.A. do the same. As we had left so quickly, we had both left these behind. I had never expected to spend the night and although the likelihood was small of something catastrophic happening over night it had happened on many "Off Duty" weekends.
Murphy was my constant companion. I hate him. I spend a considerable amount of time, energy and money trying to outwit and thwart him with planning, emergency equipment and redundancy in depth.
About 1:00 PM I sensed that she was getting fidgety and restless. She probably had things to do at her home also. Although she had not said anything, I finally stated " You have to get home don't you".
"Yes master I really do, but I'm so mixed up right now. I want go. I want to stay.” I hugged and kissed her deeply silencing
this last statement.
"Hush, you know I'm here." with my free hand I started caressing her breast. I felt the nipples stiffen almost instantly. "You know the codes to enter my house, you have my phone, fax and pager number and my E-mail address, and if you will come with me, I will give you a spare key to my house. This has to be consensual. Go and get your errands done and come back at six tonight.”
She seemed relieved at this point. It was up to her to a degree. I did take her into my bedroom and showed her an empty drawer in the nightstand. "This I have set aside for your use. Leave anything in it you don't want to carry home. Can I help you gather your things?”
"Yes Master, please take the bedroom while I check the bathroom" I nodded agreement to this and in about ten minutes It was all done. She did use that drawer for the robe, and a few cosmetics. She left a few minutes later but not before I gave her another serious kiss.
Before I opened that door, I did check under her skirt and found her sex bare and as smooth as I had left it yesterday. Only then did I let her open that door and let her leave.
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