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@charliesmith ! Here is part 2!
Part 2---A Golden Opportunity
"Come on Sebastian! It's only for a couple of days, Easter Saturday and Sunday, and you will still have the rest of the Easter weekend to yourselves. It will be fun, like the old times when you used to beg me and our cousins to tie you up," my sister Margaret had just finished saying immediately before slugging down the rest of her wine glass.
It was my sister Margaret's 23rd birthday, a whole week prior to me being bound to a post in my sister's dungeon, and, as fate would have it, also exactly a week before Easter Saturday as well as just over two weeks before my wife Lucille's and my 3rd year anniversary of married life. Lucille herself had just turned 26 a few weeks ago, and I was going to turn 26 myself a few weeks after our anniversary. Lucille and I would playfully tease each other as to how we were each other's best possible birthday gift, the gift of having a loving partner.
"It will be nothing of the sort!" I exclaimed, and turned to my wife sitting to my right for support, but she just smiled at me and continued slowly sipping her wine. "We aren't little sister and brother anymore playing innocent tie-up games, we're grown adults!" I say as I turn back to face Margo and her taller, jet black haired, blue-eyed co-
conspiratrix.
"It's not like we are asking you to do anything illegal; there will be no sex involved with the client," Madelaine responded in a cool calculated manner, as she refilled my sister's glass.
My sister, her partner, Madelaine R____, and my wife and I were having supper over at their place for the occasion. Both Madelaine and my sister were sitting across from Lucille and me, and we had just finished eating.
I say their place, but it is more precisely at Madelaine's place, an ultra posh mansion in an equally ultra posh neighbourhood that happened to also be a gated community. Madelaine had inherited the place from her parents a few years ago, after they sadly passed away in a car accident. My sister still had a little apartment downtown, which she returned to on occasion, but she spent most of her time now with Madelaine, and, I should add, Madelaine's house slave. Said slave was a man I've never met, although I was informed earlier in the evening that he had prepared the lovely meal we just had, and was now safely tucked away in the mansion's basement dungeon to be out of our way -- so he wished, apparently.
"And we have hard limits in place that all our clients consent to: no exchange of bodily fluids, no blood letting, no needle play, no watersports, no golden showers, no scat; and if they ask to have another submissive present, they must respect the established limits of that person," my sister explains before I can even respond.
"And should the male client make a mess, he has to clean it up, preferably with his own tongue," Madelaine adds with a coy smile across her lips.
I hear Lucille finally put down her glass on the table, and with her unmistakable sweetest voice that melts me every time says, "afraid you'd enjoy the weekend sweetie? If
we agree,
I and
only I will be allowed to touch you."
It was clear to me that I was outnumbered. Three women, all trying to convince me to go along with the request for aid of two of them. Madelaine, Lucille and Margaret had known each other from the same ballet school, for over 18 years when my sister first joined up, and even longer between just Madelaine and my wife. Of the four of us, only Madelaine and my sister were still involved with classical ballet, but purely non-professionally. They kept practising ballet simply for the love of dance, and for other purposes.
I blush red, a red that matches my wife's hair in colour, and turn to her, smiling as gently as I can and say "bondage, tie-up games, it's just something special now, something that only you and I do in private, for each other." Turning to my sister I add, "and yes, it would be embarrassing to also have my sister see me tied-up again, ever since that day we've stopped playing tie-ups as kids." Finally, trying to maintain my composure as I face Madelaine's cold blue eyes, I conclude, "I thought you hated me, Madelaine. Why ask Lucille and me?"
Madelaine answers first. "I trust Lucille, and I don't hate you; Lucille and I were best friends for many years until you came along and she started spending more time with you. Both Lucille and Margo trust and love you, and that's enough for me to trust you too for
this."
The
this was the current bind my sister and her business partner had gotten into. It wasn't a booking error or anything like that, but a supposedly last minute golden opportunity out of town for Madelaine and her house slave. That opportunity was in a neighbouring large city, one of the largest in the country, several hours drive from the mansion. It meant that Madelaine and her house slave would not be able to commit to both that opportunity and a previously booked and confirmed 24-hour overnight session with a rich overseas male client that was flying in for Easter weekend. A 24-hour session that would begin Easter Saturday afternoon, and the client had already paid half the agreed upon price upfront, expecting two dominatrices, and a damsel-in-distress that was clearly a dude-in-distress as a co-captive for his elaborately planned out fantasy.
While Madelaine and my sister were well-off, they did need a steady inflow of money to maintain their extravagant lifestyles. The mansion may be paid for, but the property taxes alone, let alone the utility bills and gated community fees, would eat away at any inherited money Madelaine still had placed in mutual funds and other investment portfolios. When Madelaine found out that my sister was a professional Dominatrix, working since she had turned 18 at a downtown dungeon, she herself joined-up in the same dungeon, to 'learn the ropes' as Madelaine would often say. Six months later, she made an offer my sister couldn't refuse. And so, about three years ago, shortly before Lucille and I got married, my sister and Madelaine, that is Princess Stella and Mistress Raven, retired form that downtown dungeon and moved their operations, their business for exclusive clients, to this mansion, which now provides that needed influx of cash in order to protect Madelaine's investments.
"And I promise not to touch you, laugh at you, or tease you in any way," My sister Margo adds. "I'm sorry that the last time I had you tied up all those years ago became an embarrassing memory for you. It took me a while to figure out why, but I harbour no ill feelings about it; you're still my brother, and you've been a good and understanding friend too. I trust you and you can trust me."
As my sister was saying her bit, I wondered about our mom and dad. My sister and I were their only children, and yet neither of us had produced grandchildren for them. I couldn't help but wonder if their decision to retire and travel around the world and meet up with distant relatives in distant lands had anything to do with them being told that I couldn't conceive children, or them finding out about my sister's chosen lifestyle. While we have received postcards and have occasionally chatted with them long distance, neither my sister nor I have seen them face-to-face in over a year.
Bringing me out of my musings, I hear my wife in the sweetest and most angelic voice I have ever heard, melting all resolve within me, say "besides, we won't be in contact with your sister's client for the whole 24 hours. We will have some private time, just the two of us. Haven't you told me a number of times before that you dreamed of us having our own private dungeon for our games? This is the next best thing,
our golden opportunity! And I will be there by your side every minute, ensuring that your boundaries and limits are respected, and not pushed."
Formulating my thoughts, about to agree, but wanting one last final clarification, I'm about to mumble something. However, before I can even express my final question, Madelaine, that is Mistress Raven, asks, still smiling coyly, "and just what exactly are your boundaries and limits, Sebastian?"
(on indefinite hiatus)
NOTE: This story has now been abandoned by me
I'm keeping it posted for posterity sake, but I have absolutely no intention of continuing this story. I will remove it if the mods so wish. Some story ideas I've had will eventually make it into another adult themed serial.
Love to be tied-up 