The Bound Lily

by L. L. Chance

  Now I just needed to figure out how to make him feel the same way.

  Yes, he seemed to care for me a great deal, and potentially more, but he was a guy. That meant he’d show a more animated reaction to being told the latest football scores than he would to being told I loved him. Why the hell were men allowed to be so stupid?

  I may have gone to sleep each night as a boneless blob of sexually satisfied jelly, but I woke up each morning as a psychotic mess of unrequited love. I never thought it was possible to be so happy and so frustrated at the exact same time.

  I needed to do something about it soon, but didn’t want to push too hard myself, since once again, that wasn’t what a proper sub did. What I could do, was make myself indispensible to him, and that line of attack showed a lot of promise.

  One of the things he liked to do early in the morning was go to his workshop and tinker with his electronic toys. He was almost obsessed with the thought of creating the world’s most perfect vibrator, and with the programmable controller chips he was starting to use, might actually succeed.

  I started working my way into his routine by bringing him coffee and snacks, and then by helping to keep the place clean. That was a chore and a half since his alginate molds made an incredible mess, but it was something he really needed and he noticed my efforts.

  Once I was an expected part of his ‘work time’ I became his assistant. He’d been using plain castings for his toys, and while they worked just fine, I suggested he cast something much sexier and far more realistic; his own penis.

  His cock was an impressive eight inches in length and fairly thick as well, so just from a physical point of view alone, his toys were much better after my suggestion. Casting the molds was also incredibly fun in itself, since it meant I got to tease him and keep him hard for hours on end when we wanted to build up some stock. The sex was especially good on those days.

  My most important role was the obvious one; he needed to test them and get proper feedback on how well they performed. I spent many a long day with a vibrating silicone monster stuck between my legs, tightly bound and forced to cum over and over as he fine-tuned his programs or tried something new.

  That was fun for a while, but then he began incorporating specialized sensors in his toys that would get feedback from my body. Those models got to be fairly evil in a rather short time since they were learning devices that could adjust their speed automatically, based on how I was reacting, and keep me on the edge of orgasm almost indefinitely without allowing any relief.

  The first time he restrained me for the night with one of those models running almost drove me insane, and for the first time ever I had to use my safe word. I was a little embarrassed after the fact, but he understood and took care of my needs himself, to my delight.

  We were growing closer each day, and while I still didn’t have the courage to tell him how I really felt, he seemed to pick up on at least part of it. I decided that on the day my one year contract was over and I was ‘free’, that’s when it’d be proper to lay it all out.

  That was a little more than three months away still, but I didn’t mind. One thing a sub has to learn early on is patience, and having a definite goal made me happy. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was how it might change my status.

  Would I become his fulltime slave? Would I be ‘promoted’ to household Domme? Maybe I’d remain as the ‘Little Mistress’ of the house like I was now. I had no clue how it was supposed to work when two people in the lifestyle got married, but I knew who I could ask; Sylvia.

  I was initially a little nervous about asking for her advice since it might mean the end of our relationship, but she didn’t seem surprised when I tentatively broached the subject. In fact, she wondered why it’d taken me so long to ask her for advice.

  Her explanation was both vague and enlightening, since her answer was there was no answer. A Master can make up his own rules, and a marriage between Dom and sub could be anything he wanted it to be.

  We could continue on as we were, I could accept submission at a level near true slavery, or I could be his equal. It all depended on what the two of us wanted and what would make us happy. The terms could also change over time in case we wanted to try something different, but she recommended I start simple by offering to formally collar myself for him.

  A collaring ceremony was something special, and almost universally recognized by everyone truly living the lifestyle. It signified my willingness to give over control completely to him, and while he’d still decide how to interpret the gesture, it gave me a certain amount of status in the eyes of his peers.

  It meant I’d be off limits to any advances or punishments without his consent, and unless he decided otherwise, I’d be a ranking slave over any uncollared girl. It was also usual for there to be a hard test of my loyalty and willingness to submit to him for life, and he had to prove himself worthy in her eyes as well, since I was currently ‘claimed’ by her and Claude.

  We talked long into the night about it, and I finally began to understand that while the rules were more like guidelines, there was definitely a proper protocol that needed to be followed if I was going to offer to collar myself in public. She told me to think about it for a week or two, but my mind was already made up.

  The only thing left to decide was what color I wanted my collar to be.

  Unexpected Competition

  Mistress Claire summoned me to the servant’s quarters to help with a new girl they’d hired. Her name was Shelly, and she looked extremely nervous about what she’d signed up for. I felt a little sorry for her and showed her the ropes (figuratively speaking) slowly so I wouldn’t scare her off on her first day.

  I explained the rules in a straightforward manner and gave her instructions about the dress code we’d developed over the last nine months. All of the staff wore shoes with a minimum of five-inch heels by now and several wore six-inch or higher, but I put her in an old four-inch pair to start with, knowing she’d have to work up to it slowly.

  Not knowing where Claire was going to assign her, I gave her a plain French maid outfit and half-corset for her uniform, and gave her the grand tour so she’d know where everything was. I explained about the punishment and reward system we used with the staff, which made her even more nervous, but since she wasn’t allowing sexual contact I was able to ease her mind.

  It took her a long time to understand that even though this was a complete BDSM lifestyle, nobody was forced to do anything truly against their will, and there was always the safe word to fall back on if things went too far. She seemed confused by the contradictory nature of my explanation, but I knew she’d see it in action before long and eventually believe me.

  I left her to clean and set the formal dining room since we always had a fancy dinner each time a new girl joined us, and went to report my thoughts on her to Mistress Claire. It was an extremely odd interview to say the least, since she seemed extremely nervous and didn’t want to even look me in the eye for some reason. I was puzzled, but didn’t want to ask what was up.

  It wasn’t until I brought Master his morning coffee in the workshop that I found out why Claire was acting so guilty.

  “So tell me,” he began, gesturing for me to join him on the sofa. “What do you think of the new girl, Shelly?”

  “She seems skittish, but might work out if we take things slow with her and don’t scare her off.”

  “Please do everything you can to prevent her from leaving. She’s a unique case.”

  “Unique how, Master?” I asked.

  “I knew her back in college, and she’s the first girl I’d ever tied up.”

  One look in his dreamy eyes was all it took to realize I was in serious trouble. It was obvious he still had a thing for this Shelly bitch, and her arrival would put a serious kink in my plans.

  “I’ll try, Master, but I have real doubts about her willingness to embrace the submissive lifestyle.”

  I said that to try and dissuade him from tryi
ng to hook up with her, but it was the absolute worst thing I could’ve said. I saw his posture stiffen up slightly, and knew he was now thinking about this as a real challenge. He was a guy and didn’t like to lose at anything, so my comment seemed to firm his resolve. Shit.

  Still, I knew I’d be in closer contact with her than he was, and I might be able to scare her off before he had a chance to convince her otherwise. He wasn’t the only one who didn’t like to lose, and even though he didn’t know it, the game was on.

  We didn’t accomplish a damn thing that morning, since he seemed focused on how to win her over and I was planning the best way to get rid of her. I was also fairly mad at Mistress Claire, and even though I was just a sub, I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I found her in the dungeon with Sylvia, and from the look on their faces it was obvious they were expecting me.

  “Who wants to tell me what the fuck is going on,” I snarled, throwing caution and protocol to the wind.

  “Have a seat, little one,” Sylvia said with a sigh. “I think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

  I was in no mood to be reasonable at this point, but took the offered seat anyway, knowing she’d stonewall the conversation unless I complied.

  “First off, let me say that this wasn’t intentional. Alfred picked this girl specifically because of their previous history, thinking it would be a good challenge for Edward. I was out of town when she was hired, and Claire didn’t know either until it was too late.”

  “So how fast can we get rid of her?” I asked.

  “I don’t think we can, dear. One way or another, the cards are already dealt, and we can only fold or play with what we’ve been given. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I said you’d need to prove yourself, but if you succeed then your love and loyalty will never be in doubt.”

  “So I guess poison is out of the question,” I said, jokingly. Mostly jokingly.

  She gave me a worried look for a moment, but relaxed when she realized I wasn’t serious.

  “Shelly hurt him a long time ago, and the scar still runs deep. One way or another, he needs resolution, or her memory will haunt both of you for the rest of your lives.”

  “Ok, I’ll give the cow a bit of a break, but if Master wants to win her over, he’ll have to work his ass off for it.”

  “Just stick to your guns, dear. Don’t change your plans or attitude around him, and things should work out for you in the end. He really does love you, you know.”

  “He said that?”

  “Well, not exactly, but he’s a guy. The signs are obvious, though.”

  “That’s not exactly comforting right now.”

  “It should be,” she countered. “Besides… this isn’t a situation that has a clear winner and loser. Even if he chooses her over you, it doesn’t mean you can’t still be a major part of his life. Do you feel any lack by being Claude’s lover instead of his spouse?”

  “No, of course not… I love you both.”

  “Then just keep that in mind. You can win even if you lose, but the battle hasn’t even begun yet, so don’t give up hope. Just keep one thing in mind.”

  “What’s that?”

  “If you really do love him, then do whatever it takes to win him over, but don’t do anything that might hurt him. One way or another, he needs to be the one who decides.”

  “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

  “Does this mean you won’t be whipping my ass off in retribution?” Claire joked.

  “I still owe you for this, but I better wait before taking you up on that since I really might whip your ass off if I did it right now.”

  “Just be patient,” she advised. “You’ll know the proper course to take when the moment arrives.”

  I nodded as I stood, going up to my room so I could think things through in private. There was no way I was going to roll over and give up, but Sylvia was right about one thing; I wouldn’t act against Master’s best interests, no matter what that meant for me.

  Helping the Master

  While I wasn’t going to deliberately sabotage his plans, that didn’t mean I had to make things easy for him either. One of my duties was to keep a log of any infractions the girls incurred, and I made sure Shelly had enough demerits to earn her some punishment on Saturday night.

  Unfortunately, my recommendations weren’t the last word, and it was ultimately up to the master to decide who deserved to be singled out for either punishment or reward. I guess he didn’t want to scare her off by punishing her after only a week, so he had her serve in the playroom instead.

  He dressed her in a slutty latex French maid’s uniform and put her in some simple, light bondage, making a new rule on the spot about how anyone serving in the playroom needed to be restrained. I wasn’t sure what his angle was at the moment, but after putting her in shackles and manacles, along with one of the smallest ball gags in his collection, he mostly ignored her.

  She looked nervous at even those minimal restraints, but as everyone trickled in and she got busy serving drinks, she slowly calmed down. I noticed he kept a close eye on her as the night progressed, but never made any direct eye contact. She was too stunned at what went on around her to notice if he did, even though it was probably the tamest Saturday session we’d had in half a year.

  Over the next few weeks I had to oversee the staff closer than normal, since he decided to change the dress code. We all had to wear corsets, ballet boots, and gags whenever working, and other restraints became commonplace as well, as long as it didn’t interfere too much with the girl’s given job.

  He also started ignoring my weekly recommendation sheet, instead choosing one girl for a stiff punishment and one for an incredible reward. Shelly was never one of the ones chosen, but she was always present during the sessions, and her fascination with our lifestyle was steadily increasing.

  It was a full month before he marked her down as the one who’d earned punishment, and I knew I was losing the battle. She was more than a little reluctant when he told her to bend over the spanking bar, but she eventually complied, and didn’t even complain when he said her reluctance earned her a harsher tie.

  He put her into a strappado and buckled one of the larger ring gags in her mouth, choosing a flogger to deliver her first real punishment. He gave her twenty lashes that didn’t look too bad, although I’m sure she’d disagree since she wasn’t used to it.

  He left her bound over the bar once he’d finished, so she had no choice but to watch the reward part of the night. He bound Amber spread eagle on the floor right in front of her, and told the other girls to have fun with her, making her cum as many times as she could stand.

  It was an unusual scene, and the other girls took the opportunity to use Amber for their own needs, as well as giving her enough orgasms to guarantee she’d be completely useless for any kind of work tomorrow. I made a mental note to take her off the roster.

  Things degenerated into a chaotic orgy by the time Amber was nearly comatose from almost non-stop orgasms, and Master had her put on the couch so he could keep an eye on her personally for the aftercare part of her night.

  She recovered quicker than I would’ve thought and thanked him for her reward by giving him a blowjob, and I was more than a little jealous. I wished it was me in her place right now, and when I looked away in order to control my feelings, I saw Shelly had the same look on her face. If she was free right now, I had no doubt she’d willingly be sucking his cock.

  Shit… maybe she did have a thing for him after all. I couldn’t stop myself from being jealous, but I kept Sylvia’s words locked in my mind. Even if I lost the battle, it didn’t mean I’d lose the war. There might be enough love to go around for all of us, but was she actually worthy of him? Not trusting Master to think with the right head, I decided to test her myself.

  ***

  A subtle comment gave him the idea to bring her along for today’s session in the workroom, and since we were going to be casting at least a dozen molds of
his penis today, I’d be able to find out if she had the balls to last through the potentially embarrassing encounters that were commonplace around here.

  I wondered who came up with the saying ‘grow some balls’ to describe manning up to a challenge. It was totally inaccurate, since balls were fragile and weak. The saying should’ve been ‘grow a vagina’ since a pussy was literally built to take a pounding.

  I was interrupted from my ruminations by him telling me to start mixing up the alginate while he finished making the last few solder joints for the motors and controls we’d be inserting into the finished silicone pieces.

  Shelly looked uncomfortable from the moment she’d walked through the door and seen the literally hundreds of dildos and vibrators that covered every available surface. Even more so when Master removed his clothes in preparation of today’s molding session.

  He climbed onto the tables we used for this, a gap between them allowing his penis to hang straight down so we could get the best mold possible. I filled the first molding tube and had her tap the bubbles out of the mix while I stroked and licked his cock to get it ready.

  We’d normally cast all of the days molds in a row, but he wanted to get one piece filled with silicone early so he could test his new configuration. Neither one of us could take our eyes off him as he filled the mold with a pale blue silicone gel and inserted the electronics, his cock standing at attention the entire time he worked.

  When he was ready for more molds, I decided to push Shelly a bit and see how far she was willing to go to help. I thought a clit tickler would be a great addition to his toys, and had her stick her finger into the mold right next to his prick.