Kenneth Edward Hart

A New Jersey author

Third Life (Part 2)

by

Edward Kenning sat quietly in his chair and waited for his show to be over. One of the advantages of his skin and headset was total recall. It gave you the ability to actually re-experience things that happened in MetaCafé. If it was a great experience, you could relive it a thousand times, if you wanted to. Each time would be just as vibrant in your mind; what you felt, what you saw, what you tasted, what you heard was all there; fresh as the first time. It could be a dangerous activity because you might not want to stop being there.
When the show was over, he took off his skin and headset. He was surprisingly fit. He stretched. His body relaxed back down from its of state mega-awareness. But she had not vanished from in back of his eyes. He was tempted to put his skin and headset back on, but he didn’t. His body wanted to run. His body wanted to shed the excess of sensation that Edward had allowed to build inside. He went into his private gym and ran on the no impact device that created the feeling that he was running on air, that he could fly. An hour later, he stopped to drink, shower and eat.
She would come back again, and he couldn’t wait. He knew her. They had melded. He could feel her inside of him. He could still feel her arms around his legs. He could still taste that orgasmic kiss. It was a blissful reverie, because he knew he would see her again. He felt the urge to return to her, even when he was alone. He wondered if the meld had transferred into her new body. He could not know unless he asked her, unless she was had maintained the meld.
The voice he had installed on his communication device was hers. She didn’t know it. It was a little secret that he kept to himself. Her voice said, “We have a high priority message with attachment from Beyond Multiple Lives.”

Edward sat back down to watch and read and listen. Her voice began to read to him. “As we have discussed previously, the interspecies injection research is continuing and we are reaching out to you to ascertain your level of continued interest.”
Edward smiled. It was a dimpled smile that showed the experienced lines on his face. The message continued in her voice. “Our challenges are currently two-fold. Injection into a creature in captivity has proven to create a mental depression. Release into an uncontrolled environment is still considered too dangerous to the client. We have yet to meet the challenges of consciousness degradation.”
This was the migration process that translated interspecies injection into a form that humans could understand. After some of the first tests, recipients exhibited a reluctance to return to human form. This phenomenon was named migratory disfunction.
The message continued. Quite cheerfully, Roselynne’s voice said, “You qualify for acceptance into the program. You have reached and exceeded the minimum length of stay in your current body. We need to hear from you within the next twelve months in order to maintain your level of interested recipient.
He had applied for the program after she left her second life. Now she was back in his life, but for how long?
Dolphins lived an average of forty years. They were still atop the ocean’s food chain, if you didn’t count people. It was the species that Edward was considering.
He laughed as he pictured himself telling Roselynne that he was considering becoming a dolphin.
Roselynne had not removed her skin and headset. She was reexperiencing her old body and memories from her second life. Did she like her second life body more than her current one? That might be. He loved everything about that body, except for the illnesses that accompanied it. She had felt both betrayed and redeemed by it. She had met him in it. She had fallen in love with him in it. He worshipped it in a way that she knew was unlikely to ever be found again.
She slipped out of her skin and felt that stiffness. In her new body, she could run again and not be winded and not feel weakened by the exertion. She remembered when he had her run wearing a stimulation girdle. Running and orgasming simultaneously had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life. While she was running and being stimulated, he was whispering in her ear.
The next day, her chirpy British voice announced that there was a call from Lew.
“Hi,” she said with a genuine smile.
“Would you like to go for a walk?” asked Lew.
The walk had become a sort of code for him saying that he wanted to see her. That he needed her. It was exciting. Roselynne looked down at the sweat stains on her shirt. She had gotten up early and gone for another run. “I just need about 30 minutes to get cleaned up,” said Roselynne.
“I’ll see you then,” said Lew.
Before she showered, she packed her skin and headset back neatly into her closet. She felt a pang as she closed the closet door. She looked over at Laurie. “We’re all going out,” she said.
Laurie wagged her tail and was excited. Roselynne smiled and said, “I’m excited too.”
Two days later, Roselynne was back in her skin and headset. She wandered in an hour before his show was supposed to begin. Ed was there as she knew he would be. He was alone. Roselynne smiled. He wasn’t always alone. He was recording his backup tape introductions. The songs, themselves, could just be slotted in, but his audience expected him to produce a theme.
She used to help him produce themes for the shows. That was when she learned how he created extended metaphors as part of the musical themes of his shows. She loved metaphors because they kept opening up new possibilities; they kept surprising her.
“Hi,” said Roselynne.
Edward turned to her with a huge smile of delight on his face. She felt his smile ripple through her like liquid.
“Wow, hi”
“May I sit with you?” asked Roselynne. She knew that she could, and she also knew her asking thrilled him. It was who she was and why she did it.
Edward Kenning took his bag from off the chair next to him, the chair closest to him, and said, “I’m happy to see you.”
She walked over slowly, letting his eyes drink her in and then she sat, hands folded, looking at his DJ board, sitting up straight, their knees almost touching.
Edward said, “You really look well in your body. Do you feel good about it? Have there been any problems?”
When he spoke, she raised her eyes to his. For a second, she bathed in the shared gaze. “Thank you, E.” It was her pet name for him. “Everything is fine. No injection problems so far. But there were none at this point last time either. So, just keeping my fingers crossed, I guess, and enjoying while I can.”
“Good,” he grinned and then he said, “That’s great.”
“How are you?” she said.
“Oh, you know me, crazy as always.”
“You aren’t crazy,” she said softly, feeling that tenderness that he aroused in her again.
“OK,” he almost blushed for her in his self-deprecating way. “Profoundly different,” he laughed. “Will you accept that?”
Roselynne thought, that made sense. He was really different. A kind of different that reached deep in her and grew.
“I’ve been thinking about dolphins.”
“Dolphins?” said Roselynne. She felt herself grinning. “Why have you been thinking about dolphins?”
He met her eyes. Current was open between them. “I’m thinking of becoming one.”
Roselynne’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t even swim and he was thinking of becoming a dolphin? Even in 2059, it was an absurd idea. She even almost giggled as she heard herself say, “Why would you want to become a dolphin?”
Edward laughed with her. There was delight in his eyes at her reaction to the possibility. He knew what she was feeling. “When you got this new body, Lynne, did you keep your meld with me.?”
“I did,” said Roselynne. “I told you about your voice last time.”
“The voice is only part of it,” said Edward softly.
Roselynne felt tears. “I know.”
Then he did what he did. He pivoted back. He wanted to make her smile. “Dolphins are highly intelligent, social and polygamous. They have sex for the passion and magic of it.”
Roselynne laughed. “Of course, you would love that!”
“And they form unique bonds that transcend their pod socialization.”
His face was serious now and she felt very close to him. Roselynne said, “I would be sad if you became a dolphin. I would never see you.”
“I’m not at all sure that I am going to do it. I’m really not. It’s a radical decision. But Lynne?” he paused. “There is a new meld. A stronger one. You could visit and be there with me anytime you wanted. I don’t know what it would be like. I don’t know if I would be the same, but I believe that I would still want you there with me, or at least able to visit when you wanted.”
Roselynne felt overwhelmed. That was impossible. Then she had a thought that started in her brain and made its way to her eyes. He noticed its flicker and said, “What is it?”
“Would it go both ways?”
Edward nodded. “Yes, of course. Actually, it might be lifesaver for my humanity. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“What do you mean?” she didn’t quite understand.
“If doing this became too much, visiting you, for me, would be like time in a safe harbor.”
Roselynne laughed hard. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Then it was time for his show to begin. Roselynne looked up and saw people coming in. “Time to work,” she said and squeezed the top of his knee softly.
“Are you staying?” he asked.
Roselynne smiled. “For a little while. I’m pretty tired.”
That night, Roselynne did something that she had not done since this new life began. She slept in her skin. There was no headset, but all of the sensations were there.
She drifted off into a dream. She was going up and down on a seesaw, but the person she was riding with kept changing. There was delight in the changes; there was confusion in the changes.
When she woke, she peeled off her skin and showered, quietly.
Reconciling this was going to be difficult. The easy choice was to run away or charge into one of what seemed to be her two options. She needed to learn more about melding.
When she and Edward had melded, she felt his strength first. She felt him when she forced herself to eat. She felt it when she forced herself to do the breathing exercises that he promised her over and over would work. Maybe that wasn’t when it first happened. Maybe it was when they spoke and his voice entered her. The way they could talk, maybe that was when. But the real hard maybe was that maybe it was when they fucked.
It was like they couldn’t stop doing that. It was like they wanted it more and more, each and every time it happened. It was when he started making her feel good about herself and her sexual desires. Roselynne felt herself flush. That’s when she’d first felt it.

Roselynne contacted Multiple Lives and asked for a few moments with someone who was expert in melding. Some hours later, a screen as large as one of her walls, that contained 3D capacity, was projected in front of her. She spoke to Dr. Abagail Whitesmith. She a smallish woman with soft red hair and an easy way. They each drank tea as they spoke.
Roselynne relaxed and said honestly, “I know that I wanted to be as close to him as I possibly could get when we melded. But we are at a crossroads now and I’m unsure about whether I want this meld removed, deepened, or somehow changed. It’s past time that I learn more about what this is inside of me.” She kind of smiled, she kind of laughed and looked sad all at once. She felt all of these things simultaneously.
Abagail gave a long moment for the impact of Roselynne’s words to settle in the air. A moment when a client sometimes added an additional thought, or a desire. Then she said, “Lets start with what melding is. It is a serious ritual, particularly in the Multiple Lives Program. Neural transmitters are synced. People experience each other on the level of synapse. A joining, like a wedding, but deeper. As that meld strengthened, parts of them flowed, like electricity, into each other. A meld is not a static implant of some kind. It grows. It weaves its way into the core of you.”
Roselynne was stunned. She almost stammered. “How can something like that be taken out of you?”
Dr. Whitesmith gave an inwardly reflective sigh and said, “It can’t but the memory of its source can. We can make it so that you no longer remember the source and will naturally incorporate what you’ve gained from the meld, and will likely keep gaining from it. But you’ll forget that person you melded with.”
Roselynne gasped, “Totally?”
“Yes.”
“Won’t that leave a hole in me?”
Abagail smiled softly. “You know the saying, ‘Nature abhors a vacuum.’?”
Roselynne nodded.
Dr. Whitesmith continued, “Something else will fill you. We don’t know exactly what, but we can trace it in retrospect.”
It took Roselynne a few minutes to speak. Several times she seemed about to, and then when she had no words, it passed.
“What are your feelings on, we call it erasure now instead of removal?” asked Abagail.
“My first thought is that I would bleed out,” said Roselynne. Her laugh held no mirth.
Dr. Whitesmith smiled warmly. “That won’t happen.”
“I don’t want him erased,” said Roselynn resolutely. “It sounds too cruel.” Then another though occurred. “Would he forget me too?”
“No,” said Abagail, “he would not.”
Now she was crying again, but she was British and grabbed hold of that mast. She stopped herself and asked. “What are the next generation of melds like?”
Abagail Whitesmith’s face lit up. She had been one of the pioneers in this field. “They allow for shared presence. They add that dimension. In your case, your meld is how old?”
“Seven years.”
“Your connections have grown passed the point where you would feel anything different. There might be added clarity. There would be shared presence.”
Roselynn nodded. The tears had dried on her face because she refused to wipe them. She flashed on E kissing them away.
“Is it possible to have a meld with more than one person?”
“It is, but those are group melds. You would have to include the person with whom you had already melded.” When Dr. Whitesmith talked about policy her intonation became more professional.
Roselynne nodded.
“Is the more I can help you with today, Roselynne?”
“I can’t think of anything right now but can we talk again if I need to?”
“I’ve sent my contact information. Someone will always get back to you within a day on the chance that I am unavailable, but I am pretty available to my people.”
“Am I your people?”
Dr. Abagail Whitesmith smiled and said warmly, “I facilitated your initial meld.”
Roselynne said excitedly, “Then you know him?”
“Not really. I read the notes in your file after you called, and saw that I had done it.”
Roselynne seemed a little disappointed. “Thank you so much,” said Roselynne.
“There is one other question that I have?”
“Yes?” Abagail had closed her notepad.
“Is it possible to fall in love with someone you haven’t melded with?”
“People have been falling in love for a very long time, long before there were melds.”
“While the person is melded to someone else?” Roselynne was pressing.
“Love seems to find a way, doesn’t it?” said Abagail.
“I don’t know,” said Roselynne. That sounded like a saying on a greeting card.
Days went by. She spoke to Lew and he wasn’t snarky about it, but she felt that his attitude was questioning why Edward’s name was coming up again.
“I was wondering if you would talk to him,” said Roselynne.
“The bloke is comin’ back here?” asked Lew is his Scouse accent.
“I was hoping we could all talk,” said Roselynne feeling uneasy now. “Maybe we could go where he is?”
“To America?” he asked, with a definite lack of enthusiasm.
“To the Meta Cafe,” said Roselynne quietly. “I think the two of you would like each other.”
Lew shook his shaved head. “That’s his world, not mine.”
If she thought about it before she said it, she probably would not have, but she did. “It was my world too.”
He didn’t answer for a long time. “If he was here, I would meet him for you. Can’t say I am anxious to meet up with that particular American.”
Roselynne felt her temperature rising. There was his voice. “My greatest fear is that you try to be pleasing that you lose sight of what you really want.”
“That particular American is important to me,” she said. There was that strength again. That self-confidence.
Lew tried to be accommodating. “Couldn’t we do a regular call in the regular world?”
Roselynne smiled. He didn’t like Meta. She could understand that. Lots of people didn’t like it. But he was going to do it for her. It warmed her heart.
The call was fairly easy to arrange. She shot Edward a message and his response was almost immediate. It read: Just tell me when.
Lew ran his hand over the top of his almost perfectly smooth scalp. “I’d like to take a shower and shave, Rosey.”
She messaged back asking if they could do it in an hour. Edward’s answer was yes.
While Lew showered, Roselynne stood in front of her capture mirror. She was only wearing one of Lew’s t-shirts. That wouldn’t be fair. She changed into her jeans and one of her own shirts. She was nervous. It had been a long time she had seen Edward outside of Meta. She wondered if he had changed. She wondered if his hair was still halfway down his back.
In world, they had spent a huge amount of time naked. It the regular world, she had adopted Lew’s phrasing for it and other things. It came as the result of their time together. It was Lew’s influence on her. In the regular world, Edward was shy about showing his body, which was tall and lean.
Lew came out of her bathroom, dressed with his freshly shaved head glistening from the pure Aloe moisturizing agent that he used the three times a week that he shaved his head. She hoped his head didn’t glow from it during the call.
The natural place to sit was on her couch. She wondered about that. If she sat next to him on the couch, he would take her hand or put his arm around her. That wouldn’t be fair. She pulled her rocking chair next to the couch and sat in it. Lew sat on the part of the couch closest to her.
The call started to go through. Edward was nervous. He heard the facsimile of her voice say, “You have a call from Roselynne.”
Edward said, “Full screen.” In an instant there they were, sitting in her flat. He caught a glimpse of Laurie, curled up on her dog bed like a disinterested spectator. He saw the vase that he had bought for her on the mantle and next to it he recognized the covers of three of his books, standing up on an angle that leaned against the vase.
Roselynne saw that little had changed about his study. There was art everywhere. The furniture was classical an old. Edward was sitting in his fan-back Chippendale antique chair. Next to him was his guitar, upright in its holder. She was nervous. This could be very good or very bad. It was too late to change her mind now.
“Hello Lew, hi Roselynne.” Edward smiled. His hair was even longer. It spread out over his shoulders and hung down beyond them.
“Hi E,” said Roselynne.
Lew wasn’t saying anything. He nodded a hello. Roselynne looked at him and he said, “Nice to meet you,” in his clipped Scouse tones.
Edward grinned for them. “We aren’t going to divide her up like a conquered country, are we?”
Roselynne laughed. Lew smiled. He said, “that’s a Martin, right?”
Edward looked at his guitar, “Sure is. I can play something for you if you like.”
Lew was yet to play for Roselynne although he did tell her that he played guitar.
“Maybe another time,” said Roselynne. She did not think she could stand to hear Edward play and sing for her right now. She thought about all the nights when she was almost too sick to sit up that he had sang and played her to sleep.
Lew said, “What kind of music do you fancy?”
“Mostly things I’ve written,” said Edward. His knowledge of music was encyclopedic but now was not the time.
Roselynne thought music might be the key to get the talking. “E does music shows in the Meta Café.”
“Never been there,” said Lew.
“I have cut back. I’ve only been doing two shows a week, on Friday and Saturday nights, but that might change.”
Lew said, “I work on those nights.”
Edward nodded. There was an awkward silence. Roselynne tried to fill it.
“Have you been writing anything lately?”
Edward looked at her with those hazel green eyes and said, “Not since you left.”
The words came like a jolt.
Roselynne said, “You’ll get back to it when there is a story to be told.”
“We’ll see,” said Edward. “You’re a cook, right Lew?”
“Food is my game,” said Lew.
“E lives on fish,” said Roselynne giggling.
Lew said, “Eh, the mercury fucks it over here. We serve a fish and chips dish for the old timers, but not much else.”
Edward was older than Lew, although because of Multiple lives, age truly had become unimportant. This wasn’t a catastrophe but she had hoped for more. She didn’t know what she expected. She wanted to see how she felt, and how she felt was nervous and self-conscious.
Then her chirpy voice announced that there was a call waiting from her mum. Roselynne looked at the time. She had been too nervous to remember. This was the time for her mom’s regular call. “I have a call E, it’s from my mom. What should I do?”
Lew stiffened. The question had not been directed at him.
“You should talk to your mom,” said Edward. “Don’t let a call from your mother go unanswered. We can speak another time.”
And then he was gone. The screen went black and the logo of her mother’s call waiting appeared in the middle of the screen. Maybe she had accomplished nothing, but maybe this had been good.
He looked sad. He wasn’t writing. Why did she feel responsible?
After the call, there were weeks with no word. Roselynne and Lew put the question of Edward somewhere on a back burner. He didn’t ask a lot of questions and she really wasn’t excited about trying to explain their relationship. For Lew it was a story of her past, not something for him to concern himself about.
For Roselynne, it was something she really didn’t need to talk about with him anymore. She had assuaged her guilt at having him in her head. She never told Lew about the meld with Edward; he really didn’t need to know about that.
One day while she was rubbing Laurie’s belly on her bed, the chirpy voice announced, “You have a message from Edward.”
Roselynn froze, her hand on Laurie’s belly. After a few seconds Laurie began moving her fore-paws, urging Roselynne to continue with her rubbing. Roselynne got off the bed. She didn’t want to get a message from Edward in the bed she was now sharing with Lew.
Tentatively, she said, “Play message.”
It was a video message and there he was. He was on their island, a little place in the middle of nothing with sand, blue water, a palm tree and a fire.
“I’ve decided to enter the program for inter-species transfusion. They have arranged a trial period for me in Meta, so that I can decide if I wish to do a complete injection. So, I really won’t be able to message you but I have arranged to swim around this island with some regularity. I think I would get a message if you left it here.”
Roselynne did not leave a message. There wasn’t really much she could say. She asked herself what she could possibly say to him. Should she say watch out for nets and killer sharks? Briefly, she wondered what kind of dolphin he had become.
Roselynne and Lew were on a holiday at Cardigan Bay in Wales. He loved long walks and she loved them because he did. They were walking hand in hand when Lew said, “Look out there, dolphins!”
Roselynne stopped walking and stared at the pod of dolphins as they swam off the coast. She found herself walking towards the water, she was wearing a blue and yellow swimsuit. It was a one piece with a blue background and yellow flowers, which she thought showed off her curves.
Like magic, in the instant, Roselynne knew that she could swim. She splashed into the water without her old fears and said, “Thank you Edward.”

Cathy, Leigh and Casey

by

Cathy, Leigh and Casey

Cathy
“He told me not to do it and I did it anyway,” said Cathy. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail that bounced between her shoulder blades when she walked.
“What did you do?” said Leigh.
“He’s going to be so angry. I want to go to bed and not see him.”
“You can’t do that! He told us to wait here. What did you do?” Leigh had not seen Cathy this nervous before. She was senior. She had been with him the longest and Leigh had not ever seen her be other than confident. She looked to Cathy to explain things to her, to keep her out of real trouble and to get her into fun trouble.
“I couldn’t make my rent and I could not ask him for money again. I just can’t do that anymore. It makes me feel like I can’t manage anything. So, I asked if he would mind if I did some porno on cam and he said ‘no, definitely not’ and I did it anyway.”
“You did cam? How was it? Tell me everything!” Leigh had been taught to wiggle when she was excited and the lessons were taking root. Cathy smiled when she saw the shimmy of Leigh’s hips as she settled in to listen. She was excited and Cathy was just scared to death.
“It was nothing really, not erotic at all. I took off my clothes and did what they told me to do.”
“Did they pay you?”
“Yes, I got paid. Guess that makes me a real whore now.”
“You’re not a whore! You just did what you felt you had to do. He will understand.”
“I’m not so sure. You’ve never disobeyed him. I have. It is awful and I deserve it to be awful. I screwed up bad.”
“What are you going to do?” said Leigh. Cathy’s nervousness had infected her and they were both fidgeting now.
“I feel like he’s going to know as soon as he sees me and that will be terrible because he will start with his questions.”
“Maybe we can distract him. Maybe we can both say we need him so badly and missed him so much… That could work.”
“I have to tell him and beg him to punish me. There’s no choice about that.”
For a moment her interior voice, the one that was she kept hidden, scolded her. That voice said that she was a grown woman and had the right to do whatever she wanted to do. She was not married. Anything she said to him did not have to be real. It was only real if she wanted it to be. Then she felt herself saying that she did want it to be real. That it was real. Maybe it was the most real thing that she had.
Leigh reached for her hand and Cathy automatically looked at her. Her smooth rounded skin, her happy dimples that always felt so reassuring. Cathy squeezed her hand. “I want him to forgive me and I don’t want to tell him and I have to tell him.”
Leigh smiled and squeezed her hand back. “Maybe I could distract him with a belly dance.”
Cathy said, “You just want him to fuck you.”
Her dimples deepened when she grinned. “Well yeah, that too.”
Then Casey was there. His voice low and soft. His hair long and spread over his shoulders. His eyes green and penetrating.
Automatically, they both got on their knees. “Hi Master.”

Casey looked them both over approvingly. They were naked as he wished them at home. They were there. They looked to him for so many things and providing them made Casey feel good. The relationship was unusual. Without their expressions of submission and his expressions of dominance, it could not work. Their willingness and need for him aroused him endlessly and with what seemed an ever increasing degree of passion and the need for exploration.
His eyes fell on Cathy. She had been with him for seven years now. He was obsessed with her. It was her who had satisfied his needs and pushed him to go deeper with them because they were satisfying her needs as well. She loved it when he hurt her physically. She loved it when he scolded her sometimes. But she felt so free to love these things happily because he never tortured her emotions. He never ever was callous to her, except when she needed him to be. Sometimes he was lovingly unreasonable. That was what Cathy responded to secretly and her response was so strong.
Gradually, she began to see other girls more sexually. That had begun when friends were naughty and then it took off when she took a leap and started asking him to let her watch him dominate other girls. To know that he dominated them and loved her helped her to love them.
He met Leigh while giving a tour of a learning Center that he built along with Cathy and some other people. He liked Leigh because she was brash and talkative and wildly over confident to cover her insecurities. Like Casey, she had found success professionally by being really good at what she did and like Casey she was a seeker. They became friends and drifted in and out of each other’s lives. They had a couple of attraction-based interactions because it was the nature of their environment. They were both pretty sure that they were ill suited, and besides Casey had Cathy.
Now they were kneeling in front of Casey, heads raised and eyes lowered, backs straight and thighs spread for him. Casey asked, “Have you been good girls?”
Cathy immediately had to try to fight back tears and squirmed. He saw it. He knew every inch of her and he knew her body language. He turned his eyes to Leigh and she said, almost a bit too fast, “Yes Master.”
His eyes moved back to Cathy. “Look at me,” he said softly.
When she raised her eyes, the tears filled them. She hadn’t wanted that. It angered her and her lip lower lip quivered. “I have to tell you something.”
Casey relaxed. “Ok, tell me.”
“I disobeyed you. I made a terrible mistake. I am sorry. Please punish me. Please, I can’t bear it. Please punish me.” Then Cathy fell forward to her belly and wrapped her arms around his legs. She wanted to kiss his feet but he lifted her chin and held it on his finger. What did you do?”
“Please punish me,” she blubbered.
“I need to know what you did.” His voice had a cold tinge to it that scared her.
“I couldn’t make my rent and I needed money and so I did a cam show, Master. I’m so sorry.”
He looked deep into her like a searchlight and then moved his hand from her chin. Her head dropped.
“Didn’t we talk about this?”
“Yes Master.”
“Didn’t I say that you could not and that I would give you what you needed?”
“Yes Master.”
“And you did it anyway?” His voice dropped almost to a whisper.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Don’t call me that,” said coldly.
His words caused shock in both girls.
“Master please,” cried Cathy.
“I said you are not allowed to call me that. Are you doing to be disobedient again?”
Cathy cried pitifully, tears running down her cheeks and dripping onto her breasts. She couldn’t stop them. She whimpered, “Please!”
“Turn and face the wall and think about why you have been such a disobedient girl. Come up with an answer for me if you ever want to call me Master again. Otherwise, you have a new life as a cam girl to look forward to.”
Cathy wailed, “Please!”
“How many people did you spread for …was it one, five, did you go for more?”
“It was three, I did three sessions to make my rent.”
“Easy money huh? And so much more fun than asking me.”
Cathy just cried and Casey left her that way saying as he turned, “And cover your ass. I don’t want to see it.”
Then he just went into his study and closed the door.
Leigh tied a bath towel around her waist because Cathy was afraid to move and Casey wanted her backside covered. Leigh told her it looked ok but it really looked a little pathetic kneeling like that facing a blank wall. Leigh was nervous and did not know what to do. She knew that having a conversation with Cathy was not a good idea. He had said that he wanted Cathy to think, as if she could do anything else. Leigh felt lucky and at the same time nervous and at the same time excited to see what would happen next.
Cathy knelt as still as she could and did cleansing breaths, in through her nose and then slowly out of her mouth. The way he had taught her to breathe to calm down after she had gotten so excited that her heart was beating hard and fast. It worked then but that was also because her was holding her and whispering in her ear that she should breathe for him.
She tried to feel like she was breathing for him now. She knew that if he did not punish her and forgive her that she could not stand it. In spite of all that, or because of it, her mind pictured her doing the cam sessions. At first, she tried to force them out of her thoughts, but she couldn’t. There was Andrew who wanted her to play with herself and shake her tits and say he was the best and she needed him right now. She had done it and she had gotten wet doing it. She pushed that image away. Suppose he asked her if she had gotten wet? What would she say? Maybe just not mention it unless he asked.
Felix wanted her to suck on a banana that still had the skin on it and then bite off the head and peel it with her teeth while he jerked-off. Then she had to mash it on her face while he laughed at her. Cathy wanted him pay more because she said that it ruined her blouse. He gave her a nice tip.
Arthur just wanted to look inside of her vagina and made her put the cam between her legs and spread herself. He asked if she had a speculum and she even blushed when she thought about what he wanted to do with that. She apologized and said that she didn’t. She couldn’t see him. Felix was the only one who wanted her to watch him jerk-off.
Her knees stiffened and throbbed. She wanted to move badly and she was so thirsty. Then she heard his door open and his footsteps. He held a bottle of water in front of her face for a full moment. Her heart started beating hard again. The silence. “Drink,” the voice was as soft and warm as she ever remembered it.
She drank in a long swallow. Then he tipped the bottle away from her lips.
“Sit for me.”
She started to say, “Thank you, Master,” but caught herself awkwardly at the “Mas” and cried again.
“Say my name,” he spoke soft but the tone was distant.
She looked at him, panic in her eyes, not able to do it. “Please no, please don’t make me.”
He pursed his lips and did not answer. He got up and called Leigh. Instinctively Leigh crawled to them. She had been watching, her heart was breaking for Cathy. He wouldn’t do this if he wasn’t going to forgive her, would he?
“Stay with Cathy tonight, I’ll be sleeping alone.”
The room was darkened except for night lights that Casey had plugged into some of the electrical outlets. They glowed in the otherwise dark room. It was quiet except for Cathy’s quiet sobbing.
Leigh gave her a tissue. Her eyes were swollen. Her nose was bright red and dripping a little.
Cathy took the tissue and blew her nose but it seemed too loud in the quiet room and it startled her.
“What am I going to tell him?” said Cathy.
Leigh brushed back her tangled hair. “Just say how sorry you are and how much you need him. I think that’s what he wants.”
“He’s going to make me say everything. You know how he is. He’s going to want every detail. It will be so humiliating!”
“He has a right to know,” said Leigh.
“I know. But what if he doesn’t want me anymore? I can’t face that.”
Leigh felt herself grin in spite of the situation. “You disabled the cam, right?”

“Yes,” she said emphatically. “I am never ever doing that again. It was horrible.”
“I have to ask something,” said Leigh. “Because I know he will ask and you have to be prepared.”
“Ask anything,” said Cathy, feeling more than a little helpless.
“If it was so horrible, why did you do it three times?”
“Oh God, he’s going to ask that, isn’t he?”
“He’s also going to ask if you orgasmed.” Leigh caught hold of her eyes. “Did you?”
Cathy blushed hard and immediately. “Leigh, it was thrilling in a disgusting kind of way. They just told me what to do and I did it. And then I heard Master’s voice in my head telling me what a slut I was and it was too much. I came so hard.” She began to sob again. “He’s not going to want me anymore.”
Leigh held her. “I love you. You know I do. What do we do if he comes back and says he is releasing you?”
Cathy’s voice was barely a whisper. “I’ll die.”
Casey sat cross-legged in the room. He was staring out the window into the night. The breeze moved the branches of the trees and the leaves fluttered.
Did he have the right to do this? Should he have this much control over what anyone did? Was that him being incredibly selfish to expect her total obedience? Sure, she said that’s what she wanted, but was it possible? Could he ever really expect either of them to be his? Maybe this was all wrong. Maybe he was an arrogant asshole. But she told him she needed this and he wanted to give it to her. It wasn’t conventional but it worked for them. It would damage her if he left her and it was because he made it that way. He wanted it that way. His truth was that he needed it that way. What did that say about him? She must be so tired of having no money. Being broke can make you feel worthless and how was he supposed to convince her that she wasn’t worthless if the only way she could get money was to ask him? He needed to help her earn money on her own. But did that mean she would need him less? Maybe she wouldn’t need him at all. Maybe that’s the way this should turn out for her.
It would fuck Leigh up royally if he sent Cathy away. She might even go with her. He’d been alone before. He didn’t like it but it was more simple. Then one of Cathy’s sobs made its way through the door and he felt a pang. He loved her. He loved Leigh. He needed them. But suppose they thought him weak for not just throwing her out on her ass? Suppose they lost respect for him? That would even be worse. He should have seen this coming. What was the code that he held himself too? Once a girl submits whatever happens next is on him. That was easy enough to say but did he believe it? He had to. This was how they each choose to live. He would find some way to be strong and forgive her in the morning. This was no good for anyone. Then Casey felt his resolve harden. She should really have known better. This wasn’t a small slip up. She brought unwanted guests into their world. Were they unwanted? Or did she actually want this to happen?
Cathy drifted in and out during the night. Leigh fell into a deep sleep and Cathy listened to the in and out of her breathing, while keeping her ears perked for any sound coming from behind the door he closed.
She must have drifted because when she felt herself awaken, she felt his presence and then she could smell his presence. She opened her eyes to see him sitting there studying her face.
“Do you really want me to forgive you or is there something else?”
At the sound of his voice, Leigh was awake but squeezed her eyes shut and hoped they would not notice her.
“I want you to forgive me more than anything,” again that pause because she dare not complete the sentence.
“Are you sure it isn’t something else?”
“I’m so sure there is nothing else,” she said
“Nothing?”
“Nothing, Master” she said it and thought immediately about taking it back but she didn’t.
“If you ever do it again, there will be no choice,” he said, looking deep into her.
“Please punish me,” she begged.
“Don’t you feel punished?”
“It’s horrible, Master.”
“Then you have learned your lesson, haven’t you?”
A voice inside of her wailed, No, No, please hurt me, please. Her eyes filled with tears instead. She didn’t think that this would be it. She needed the release. That was the only way that she could feel clean again.
“I came for them,” she blurted.
His face did not change expression. “I know.”
“Please make it go away.”
His voice was so soft. “No.”
Then he got up and walked to Leigh twined his left hand into her hair and spanked her hard with his bare right hand. “Don’t you dare pretend to be asleep,” said Casey.

Leigh

It was Wednesday and Leigh couldn’t wait any longer. She only saw Casey and Cathy from Friday to Sunday and by today she felt so pent up that she was about to burst. She had a limit. She was allowed two private orgasms during the time that she was not with them. She was required to tell him about anything beyond that. Sometimes it amused Casey to hear about those. She would have to describe them to him while he used Cathy’s mouth. Anything beyond the two and she would be in trouble, not bad trouble, fun trouble. The only hitch was that if he felt she was taking advantage of that, fun trouble could become bad trouble. She didn’t want that.
She was no longer allowed to have her own vibrator at her house. Casey wanted them with him. He told her that would also keep her from getting into bad trouble. Sometimes she cheated with the base of her electric toothbrush but he didn’t have to know that. What she used to help her was porn. With the porn and her fingers, she could get by.
Leigh was surfing the internet for porn that she liked when a title made her freeze. “Cathy Cums” it read. It couldn’t be her Cathy. It was a common name. Besides none of these people used their real names anyway. Leigh clicked on it and sat there in shock when she saw Cathy’s face and Cathy’s body. She was playing with herself and shaking her breasts and saying how much she needed the men who were watching. Leigh was immediately excited and aroused and very scared. She watched it and then she watched it again and her orgasms came fast and they were very strong. She imagined herself to be Cathy. Then she imagined herself to be there watching Casey make Cathy perform. She couldn’t stop looking at it.
She slept hard that night. In the morning she watched it again and couldn’t help playing with herself that time too. Then she got dressed and went to work. What was she going to do? Cathy didn’t like porn. Casey didn’t care for it either. Maybe neither of them would ever see it. Could she make believe like she had just not seen it?
Leigh was energized. There was really only one choice. She would have the site take that clip down. Then she could not tell anyone anything. She was sure that it was the best thing that she could do for them. Leigh had the kind of professional position that allowed her to delegate responsibility. In this case, she arranged to have her duties covered by two assistants who saw this as her giving them an opportunity to show what they could do. It allowed her the freedom to track down this website. It was not the easiest task but Leigh knew that what she needed to do was follow the exchange of revenue sources. Money usually left a trail.
By two o’clock that afternoon she had an address and a phone number. Then Leigh took a risky step. She posed as an investor. Her financials supported her claim. Money was never her issue. Web Hub was a holding company that was traded privately but considered hungry. Leigh went to her address and found a typical corporate set up. She was comfortable and in her element. In her conversation with the sales rep, she secured a list of the smaller places that contributed to Web Hub.
Tracking that down was more difficult but by Thursday Leigh was in the office of Abagail Southern. She was an attractive fortyish woman, tall with red hair that had highlights of grey that gave her a shimmering quality. “How can I help you, Miss Kitwell?”
“Call me Leigh, please.”
Abagail smiled, professionally, “How can we help you?”
“I am thinking of investing in WebHub and I saw that this was one of its internet companies.”
“Yes, we are,” said Abagail.
“I’ve done a little bit of a dive on the liability and I notice that you sometimes repost user content from private exchanges.” Leigh was choosing her words carefully
“I’m not totally sure, but yes that would be covered by the user’s acceptance of the terms and provisions section when they first subscribe.” Abagail clasped her hands on her desk.
Leigh thought to herself she had come this far, she might as well. “Suppose a user wanted to take it back or take it down?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. We surely get enough new content. In that case the user would just have to contact us and that would be the end of it.” Abagail removed her large, dark framed glasses. “Did you have someone or something specific in mind?”
Leigh felt her confidence evaporating. She fidgeted slightly. “Nothing really, due diligence only.”
It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that Leigh saw Cathy. Their routine was to meet at Casey’s house and clean up and then wait for him as he wished them, naked. Leigh stored her bag in their room and found Cathy. She was sitting on the couch with a small valise of paints and a set of oars that she had decided to decorate with a Celtic pattern.
Leigh and Cathy kissed. It was a long loving kiss, their first of the weekend. Leigh took Cathy’s hands. “That time you did the cam videos, one of them is on a porn website.”
Cathy let go of Leigh’s hands, brushed her hands through her hair. It was her gesture. Her face looked quizzical. “What? No, it isn’t! That’s not funny Leigh.”
Leigh looked into her eyes. “I wouldn’t joke about this. You signed a release when you joined the site. The good news is that they will take it down but you have to call them.”
Cathy twisted her hair into a tight ponytail. “Oh God. This isn’t over. It’s never going to be over. How did you find out?”
Leigh looked a little sheepish now. “I told you I like porn. I saw it.”
Cathy brought her hands to her mouth as her reaction set in. “Oh my God.”
Leigh couldn’t resist a smirk. “I watched it three times. You were so hot.”
“Oh no, no. Does Master know?”
“I haven’t told him, but I’ve learned to stop trying to guess what he knows.”
“It’s on there for anyone to see? My face and everything? Did they use my name?”
Leigh tried to take her hands again. “It’s called Cathy Cums.”
“Fuck!” shrieked Cathy.
“You are very erotic. I couldn’t stop looking at it. You know how your thighs quiver when you cum and your hips just hump like you are a bucking horse.”
“Leigh!”
“I Think Master will be hard as a rock,” speculated Leigh.
“It’s going to remind him that I disobeyed him. Things have just gotten back to the way they were. Will you help me take it down?”
Leigh smiled. “Of course I will. I have the phone number right here. All you need is your sign-in information and to tell them that you want it taken down.”
Abagail Southern was not totally surprised when Cathy’s call came. The number she had given Leigh was her direct, private line. That made it easy to add things up. “Of course, we can help you. But I have to tell you something. I’ve had more than thirty requests for more of you. This could be a money maker for both of us.”
Cathy felt shocked. “No, I understand. I just want it pulled from the site. My Master, ah I mean my husband would really get angry.”
“I understand totally.” Abagail took down the information and then said, “Just one more question?”
“Yes?” said Cathy
“Is your friend Leigh Kitwell with you now?”
Cathy froze and the word, “Yes,” seemed to slip right out of her mouth, the way it sometimes happened with master.
“Could you put her on please?”
Cathy passed the phone to Leigh with a quizzical expression between bewilderment and disbelief.
“Hello,” said Leigh.
“I was just wondering if you had a master as well, Miss Kitwell.”
Leigh sat there stunned to a bit of silence. Then she said, “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“No matter,” said Abagail brightly. “Please tell Cathy that we will honor her request.”

When Casey came home both girls were waiting more than a little nervously. He smiled his usual look of appreciation at their naked bodies, but before he said anything Cathy blurted, “Master we have something to tell you.”
Casey paused and then smiled as if he hadn’t heard her. “Have you been good girls today?”
“We think we have been great girls, Master!” said Leigh.
Casey smiled again. “Do you?”
He kissed each of them. First, twining his hand into Cathy’s hair and pulling her up towards him and then holding her like that for a long kiss. Cathy closed her eyes and made her mouth a soft O for him. Then he set her back and moved to Leigh. He clasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed down on them as he brushed her lips with his. She closed her eyes and rolled them between his fingers before releasing his grip. Leigh gasped and then moaned.
“What did you want to tell me Cathy?”
“Do you remember when I was bad with the webcam, Master?”
“Yes.” His eyes darkened and he stared at her.
“They made a copy of it and put it on their website. I had them take it down because Leigh helped me.”
“How did you help, Leigh?”
“I sussed it out, Master.”
“And how did you manage that?”
“Well, I was surfing porn and I saw it.”
“While you were playing with yourself?”
“Yes.” Leigh lowered her head and smiled.
“Did you watch it?”
Leigh blushed. “Several times.”
“How many orgasms have you had since I saw you last Leigh?”
Leigh’s voice was barely audible. “More than two.”
“How many more?”
“I … I lost count. Sister was so hot.”
“I see. So, you were a little bit of a piggy, weren’t you?”
“Yes Master.” Leigh did not look up. This was not going the way that she thought it would.
Casey turned to Cathy. “That was one reason I said no when you asked me about it, Cathy.”
“I’m sorry,” said Cathy, who had been waiting to say that.
Casey stroked the side of her face with the backs of his fingers. “No need to be sorry. That’s over and done with now.”
That night they had dinner as was their custom. The girls sat on cushions placed on either side of him. Casey fed them by hand at first. Then he had them feed each other while he watched. Finally, he allowed them to feed him. Tonight, they had dim sum and sushi. Other nights it was Greek food or simply sausages and asparagus. Dinner was usually the start of what he planned for them. There was soft jazz in the background tonight. Cathy relaxed and Leigh waited. She felt the tension easing at the same time as her anticipation grew. It was a confusing signal of emotions. What shouldn’t she have done? Why was her anticipation growing so? Too many orgasms was definitely fun trouble but it got complicated by how she had them. What she was doing and thinking while she masturbated-
“So, Leigh,” Casey began after dinner. “You were a piggy girl.”
Cathy giggled. Leigh felt herself blush. Here it came.
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you not like the guidelines that I have set for you?”
Leigh sighed before she answered and he saw it. “Sometimes I get carried away.”
“Why?” said Casey. He looked into her eyes and she lowered them. She knew what he wanted.
“Because I am a piggy girl,” she said.
Leigh looked over to Cathy who was thoroughly enjoying her torment. Casey smiled and looked at them both. “We are having a guest over tonight. You both remember Abagail Southern?”
She was dressed in a powder blue cashmere top and a black silk skirt. It wasn’t the first time that Casey had invited guests over but it was the most dramatic. The girls were still naked. Casey was wearing a linen shirt and silk lounging pants. Leigh didn’t think she had ever felt her nakedness more acutely than she did then.
Cathy served Abagail a cup of tea. Leigh brought Casey his cognac. “You have very clever girls, Casey.”
“Sometimes they are delightfully clever, but not so delightful this week, were you Leigh?”
“I tried to do what I thought was best for everyone,” said Leigh.
“Yes, and I think you should be properly thanked for that, don’t you Leigh?”
Leigh stammered and could not form words that made sense.
Casey smiled. “She is remarkable,” he said to Abagail.
Abagail Southern sipped her tea. “I was just surprised when she told me that she did not have a master.” She looked at Leigh with a cold bitch smile. “But you do have one, don’t you?”
Leigh was not given to tears. Her life had taught her that they solved nothing.
Casey answered for her. “Yes, she does. Go and stand against the wall facing us Leigh.
Leigh obeyed. Casey moved toward her with a silver object that she did not recognize in his right hand. He kissed her very gently. “I love you,” he said.
There was a loud clang and a vibrating shock that went through the wooden wall against which Leigh was standing. She gasped at the sudden, loud sound and felt a pull against her hair. Then Casey pulled the trigger on the staple gun again and another three-quarter inch staple was driven into the wood, fastening her hair to the wall. The third loud eruption made it impossible for Leigh to move her head. Casey attached restraints to her feet and bent her legs at her knees before attaching thigh cuffs that held her spread open obscenely. He left her arms free. She was pinioned to the wall by her hair and her restrained and splayed legs. Abagail smiled at the sight of her and sipped more tea.
“Come here and properly thank your sister, Cathy.”
Cathy was directed to kneel between Leigh’s legs and use her very talented mouth to say thank you.
Then Leigh saw the small red light go on. “I do think this will be popular on your site, Abagail and it is the least they can do to thank you for your kindness and forgiveness for my girl’s deception.”
Cathy licked and sucked until her lips were numb. Leigh could not remember how many times she begged to orgasm and was given permission. Before she left Abagail assured Casey that nothing had been recorded.

Casey

Casey was reading Captive of Gor. John Norman was far from his favorite writer but the images evoked things in Casey. They set off cascades of imagination that he related back to his own life. Of course, he had never considered himself a slave but there had been a time when he would have endured anything that his lover wished to inflict upon him. She mentioned one day that he was getting soft and he dropped down to weight that showed his hips and rib bones prominently. He took long daily walks and did hours of yoga. He never knew if that pleased her but she began taking photographs of him so he supposed that it did. At the time, Casey had no language to describe their relationship so he just thought of it as love.
His phone hummed. Casey closed the book, looked at the screen and smiled. “Hello Abagail.”
“How are you Casey and how are your lovely girls?”
Casey smiled. “They’re fine. On their toes again with your help.”
“I enjoyed doing you that favor as much as you enjoyed watching. But now I have a favor to ask in return?”
“How can I help, Abagail?”
“I am having a party in a couple of weeks and I was hoping that you and your girls would attend,” said Abagail smiling and crossing her legs as she pictured their time together.
“We’d love to come,” said Casey.
“Casey, would you demonstrate for us? I love to watch you.”
“Of course, I will. It will be an honor,” said Casey. He didn’t mean it but he wanted her to think that he did. This would be something new for Leigh.
Abagail Southern was pleased. She took pride in her parties. They were exclusive and, within their community, she would like to think, famous. She also wanted to spend more time with Leigh. “I was just wondering, to avoid any uncomfortable awkwardness, how exclusively sexual you are with your girls?”
Casey face shifted between grinning to pensive. “That always depends on the situation, doesn’t it?” said Casey.
“It is a costume party and so I’ll look forward to see what the three of you come up with,” smiled Abagail.
Leigh and Cathy were feeding each other fish and chips from a communal wrapper of them. “So, girls, we have been invited to a party.”
Cathy bounced on her round bottom. “Oh, a party!”
Leigh asked, “What kind of party is it?”
“It’s a costume party. A very erotic costume party,” said Casey.
Cathy was bouncing excitedly. Leigh smiled as she saw her excitement but still felt a little apprehensive. Then she found herself grinning and turning her head on a swivel between Cathy and Casey. This happened when they slipped into the shorthand communication that they had built up and Leigh had to struggle to keep up.
“Master, is it a special kind of party?” asked Cathy.
Casey smiled. He looked into Leigh’s face, hanging on each of their words and trying so hard to understand everything.
“What do you mean Cathy?”
“Master!” said Cathy grinning. “You know what I mean. Will there be people playing?”
Leigh blurted. “It’s a sex party?”
Casey smiled. “I’m sure there could be people playing.”
“Are you going to let them play with us?” asked Cathy.
Casey spoke gently. He was having fun with the anticipation but he didn’t want it to go over the top. “You will both have the same rule that you always have. No one can make you do anything that you don’t wish to do,” he paused to let that sink in. “except for me.” Then he said “Cathy?”
“Yes?” Cathy looked up her curls dangling over the sides of her face.
“Do you want to be allowed to play with other people?”
Cathy blushed furiously. She lowered her eyes and said, “Yes Master.”
Leigh giggled but then a thought struck her and it caused her to tense. “Who is hosting this party Master?”
“You remember Abagail Southern?”
Cathy bounced again but Leigh froze. “She makes me nervous.”
Casey nodded. “She should make you nervous. You did not meet her under the best of circumstances, did you?”
Leigh shifted from knee to knee and then Cathy put a piece of fried fish between her breasts and help them up to Casey’s mouth. He sprinkled some vinegar on her breasts and the fish and took it with his teeth as she raised up for him.
Cathy took decorations seriously. She had a keen eye for detail and the ability to draw what she imagined. After Casey told them about the costume party, he tasked Cathy with designing the costumes.
She was intrigued by a vajazzling process that she had seen and read about. Small crystal gems could be adhered to her pubic area and to Leigh’s pussy too. Cathy smiled when she thought about decorating Leigh. The tight, flat slit of her vagina begged to be decorated. Cathy was afraid of piercings. They had been a hard limit for her since she met Casey. He hadn’t ever shown a lot of interest. When they saw pictures of girls with many ringed labial lips, he never paused over them. She knew that he did not like nipple rings. They tended to get in his way. But Casey did enjoy the henna designs that Cathy had traced on herself for him. She thought he would love the textures that came with the vajazzling.
She sketched out a serious of interlocking loops that would resemble thin chains. She created sketches of the designs seeming to enclose her pussy, or splay it. The drawing aroused her. She could feel a tingle between her legs as she worked. She avoided touching herself and decided she would tell Casey about what she felt. He would like that.
Then Cathy drew a ta-teera or slave rag as it was also known. Because it left a girl’s pubic area exposed, it would show off the vajazzling. As was his custom, Casey had given her general directions but left the details to her. He had simply told her that he wanted them dressed like Gorean slaves.
Casey had known Abagail since her days as a shop keeper in her exclusive boutique. Customers shopped by appointment only, and it was a mark of status to be asked to shop at Abagail’s shop. They had always chatted with each other and Abagail enjoyed Casey’s taste. She introduced Casey to the world of English corsets. Casey appreciated the posture the corsets inspired. He was generous with his spending and she did like fitting his girls. Times changed and Abagail changed with them. Her clientele became less a pleasure and more a bore. She closed her shop, collected her profits, and set out on this easier adventure. Her parties remained events.
Casey approved of Cathy’s designs. Leigh set about collecting the necessary materials. Casey watched over their efforts. During the week they had a nightly computer chat. Casey also spoke to each of them individually.
Leigh said, “I really am nervous about seeing Abagail Southern again.”
“I know,” said Casey. “I’m enjoying it.”
Normally that would have been the end to this thread of the conversation. Him enjoying it would have been enough, but Leigh had a nagging question. “Master, are you going to give me to her to play with?”
“Do you want that?”
“It scares me.”
“What about it scares you?” Casey was willing to listen. She knew and trusted that he heard every word. How he responded to her words was the mystery that neither she nor Cathy was able to predict.
“I get this chill when she looks at me.”
“Don’t you wonder why you feel that?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I am afraid that she is going to hurt me in ways that you would never.”
Casey smiled. “That’s not the purpose of a party.”
He knew that Leigh was experiencing angst about Abagail. What he would not tell Leigh was how impressed Abagail was with her gumption and courage. Keeping Leigh a little off balance was a key to balancing her.
Casey picked up his guitar and began to play scales and riffs and then chord patterns. He played the beginnings of songs and then shifted when a chord sent him in another direction. His fingers touched the strings lightly, firmly, quickly and sometimes he seemed to whip them until they sang. He played a chord and then a riff. The chord felt like a slap and the riff like the patter of rain on glass. Casey smiled as he repeated it. He embellished the slap of the chord and the patterns of the rain. He leaned forward and wrote on a pad set up on an easel “Party Scene.” Then the chord and the riff. He sat down in front of his Mac and opened the music software. He positioned his mics and plugged in the acoustic electric guitar.
Creating the music took a couple of days and the studio allowed him to loop in the desired effects and repetitions. His finished project was almost nineteen minutes long. He added a tambourine, and bass percussion that he got from a slapping motion that reminded him of a gentle and persistent spanking.
Leigh called Cathy. She waited as long as she could but it was driving her nuts. “Cathy, do you ever feel obsessed with Master?”
Cathy spoke easily. “Well, I think about him when we aren’t together. I imagine what he would say sometimes. Is that what you mean?”
Leigh lowered her voice a little, to a deeper register that was a hint of husky. “Do you ever get carried away with it?”
Cathy hesitated. She thought about the many times she had gotten carried away with it. But things felt so solid now. Getting carried away was maybe when they did not feel that solid. “I think it is part of who we are Leigh. Our world has shifted. Our focus has to be on him. That’s just the way it has to be.”
“I know that in my head. The rest of me just feels turmoil, like I have been all stirred up, all the time.”
Cathy grinned. “You need to play,” she said in her naughty whisper.
“I know,” whimpered Leigh.
Curl up in bed and I’ll help you,” said Cathy.
Cathy cooed, “Don’t you like Abagail? I think she’s sexy.”
Leigh felt free and rubbed herself. “She scares me. She’s going to want to get me back for what I did.” Leigh felt her excitement growing like an itch that she could not stop scratching.
Cathy’s voice sounded like a soft breeze. “Maybe but Master won’t let her hurt you. Not unless you want her to…”
Those words felt like electricity and Leigh stiffened and rubbed fast. Cathy heard her and slid her own hand between her legs. She didn’t tell Leigh. She was quiet and quick.
Afterwards Leigh said, “Cathy, how do you stand it? Seven years!”
“It’s become who I am. I know he’s demanding but isn’t it worth it?”
“It’s just so easy to feel overwhelmed.”
“Talk to him Leigh. Tell him what you are feeling. You’ve got to just trust him. That’s what this is.”
The night of the party, Cathy prepared Leigh and taught Leigh how to apply the vajazzling technique to her. It included the placement of the small crystals with a tiny glue gun that held each in place. Cathy studied her sketches. She was a perfectionist when it came to these things. She wanted the effect to look as much like dangling chains as she could get it. She used faux emeralds and gold in her design. When Leigh was finished, Cathy was happy was happy. Leigh looked exactly the way that she imagined. Her waxed pubic area was so smooth. The crystals adhered perfectly. Cathy took pictures of Leigh and when Leigh applied the crystals to her the process was so erotic that Cathy found herself aroused before they even left their house. The girls donned the “slave rags” known as the ta-teerras, which were a shimmering shade of deep forest green.
Casey was wearing tight black leather pants and a tunic type top that was a dark grey and hung down to about his mid-thigh. An oval shaped, black canvas pouch was attached to his belt. He wore thin black dress boots. The girls were barefoot. Casey hired a car and driver for the evening. The separation between the front and back seats was tinted and so the driver only saw Casey as he gave him directions and the three passengers settled into the back seat of the car.
The girls fidgeted. Sitting was not something their costumes easy allowed. They sat with their legs spread opposite Casey who was smiling and enjoying their sense of anticipation. Abagail lived in a large converted farmhouse at the top of a long hill. Her grounds stretched for acres. There was a circular driveway that left them at the entrance. It was twilight when they arrived and the lights had the glowing quality that this time of day afforded them.
The door to their car was opened but the girls did not move. They were waiting for Casey’s direction. “Let’s enjoy ourselves and have fun. Remember your rule. And don’t stray too far out of sight. I will need both of you with me.”
The girls got out of the car and held hands. Casey emerged and said, “You both look stunning. Try not to be nervous.”
“Easy for him to say,” whispered Leigh in Cathy’s ear. Cathy did not respond.
The hallways were festooned with candles and balloon animals. Miss Bo Peep was there with her male sheep, who were covered in fleece and on their hands and knees. Their backsides were fully exposed and Miss Bo Peep used her staff to tap against their exposed testicles to signal their responses. “Greet the guests,” she prompted and nudges her staff against them. They both bleated out a “bah” and the group smiled and Miss Bo Peep said, “You may use words.”
She extended her gloved hand to Casey. “It is so nice to see you and your girls.”
Casey kissed her gloved fingers and introduced Leigh and Cathy, who wiggled for Miss Bo Peep.
Jason was an old friend of Casey and Cathy knew him. He did hand magic and was dressed in his magician’s garb. It was the same outfit her wore when he performed in clubs in Atlantic City.
They shook hands and Jason kissed Cathy on her cheek. Cathy moved her hips appreciatively. “I don’t think I’ve met this lovely creature,” said Jason gazing at Leigh. She was very nervous but shifted her hips as Casey would have wanted her to do and giggled.
It was an eclectic group. There was Mandy who was dressed in eight-inch hooves and headgear that covered much of her face. She was led on a chain by Zeke, a trainer who specialized in pony play. He was wearing Edwardian garb. Casey, Cathy and Leigh circulated as a unit, greeting people, smiling and chatting. Leigh kept her head on a swivel looking out for Abagail who she had not yet seen.
Casey was happy to see Daniel, a computer expert who had begun in the lifestyle as a submissive, which was an old school approach, but was now spreading his wings as a dominant. He was decked out in his finest Ren Faire garb. He did the IT for at least half of the people here and was very well liked. Leandra was his girl and she was a masseuse. Cathy hugged them both warmly and introduced them to Leigh. The two girls posed and preened as their outfits were admired. Daniel, smiling reaches down and squeezed Cathy’s bottom. “You look delicious,” he said. Cathy wiggled into the squeeze and thanked him.
There were pirates and fairies and super-heroes and vampires. There was a contingent of motorcycle leather people, who wore their costumes as their everyday wear. There were about thirty-five people at the gathering. Abagail appeared after about twenty minutes. She was dressed as the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. “Welcome to our home. Please enjoy. Harold will make sure that that everyone has a drink and we will be starting our program in a little while. Please there is finger food for every taste here. If Harold had forgotten anything, he will happily try to accommodate your hunger or thirst.” Harold smiled shyly. He was wearing only a kilt and an O ring was firmly implanted into his breast bone and hung down against his bare chest.
If it were not for the costumes and the physical familiarity that the guests showed with each other, it resembled any house party on an up-scale level. Leigh and Cathy were drinking punch that they scooped out of a large bowl that was marked as lightly flavored, which meant that there was some alcohol but not a lot. Leigh noticed that many of the guests reached under Harold’s kilt and squeezed him as they talked. Harold was rather large down there and it tempted them. His surrender to the caresses was absolute. One was not sure whether it was Harold following orders to be available or whether he enjoyed the teasing, or a combination of both.
The three of them were captivated by Lisa, a willowy slender blonde. She was wearing a clingy, transparent dress that clearing showed the outline of her penis. Her femininity was so absolute that even the shape of her lolling cock seemed to exude it. Leigh felt as one does when a part of an event. She was observer, participant, voyeur and exhibitionist all at once. She stayed close to Cathy for security. She kept Casey within her line of vision. She felt herself tighten when he was kissed by the corseted Vampire, whose implanted incisors sparkled.
Casey was noticeably pleased to see Jon. He was there with his slave-wife Anita. Jon had been on the national fencing team and used a blunted foil when he dominated Anita publicly. Jon whirled and danced and prodded and jabbed and stroked the blindfolded Anita to everyone’s mutual delight and excitement. Anita and Cathy embraced and pinched each other’s nipples playfully. Cathy introduced Leigh who gasped when Anita kissed her and tweaked both of her nipples. Leigh giggled and tweaked her back. The music was floating up all around them. The balloon animals seemed to be dancing on it in the air.
Casey and Jon admired each other’s style. They shared the ease and confidence of men who were used to be watched. Although it would never be necessary here, they looked out for each other at other places.
Abagail approached the two men. Leigh instantly felt herself go on high alert. Abagail was practiced at lightly touching the forearm of men that she liked. She repeated the gesture with both Casey and Jon. They chatted and smiled and nodded but Leigh couldn’t hear what they were saying and Cathy was talking to Lisa about tattoos.
Mid evening the guests retired to a lounging area that was strewn with couches and divans that surrounded an outdoor pool that had been covered over with a semitransparent Plexiglas floor. It was lit from the corners and under the sides. In the center were anchored four ankle cuffs and from a metal overhead frame hung two dangling ropes. The music in this area was supplied by Casey’s mix that now played Bill Evans version of The Theme from M*A*S*H* as he attached Cathy and Leigh to the dangling ropes and spoke softly to them. The piano did variations on the theme. Casey said. “I’m so proud of you both. Everyone will be watching us but the only people in the world right now are the three of us. I love you.”
He attached them back-to-back, their cheeks touching each other. Their genital designs sparkling in the light. Casey uncoiled his single tail, bared his chest and smiled. Then he began to dance around them. The whip, a five foot, sixteen plait Wheeler single tail with an extra-long nylon fall extending from its end danced around them. He lifted their hair into the air with it. He slid it over the shoulders around their waists and between their legs. It barely touched them but they could hear its hiss as it sliced through the air. And then as he danced and twirled in circles the pfft, pfft, sounds and light stings began to pluck off their crystals and send them bouncing across the Plexiglas floor.
He was heating them. It was delicious and soft and it stung but just a little bit and endlessly. It was delicious and soft and it stung but just a little. Cathy said, “Please, may I?” Casey nodded and she let go of wave after wave. The music, the soft stings, the eyes, his eyes led her on her endless river of waves until she realized that she had thrown her head back and screamed. It was an animalistic scream of ecstasy. The sound of it drove Leigh over her edge and she heard herself join Cathy, as Casey danced around them, whipped them so gently and smiled.

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