The Armoire Ch. 03

I was hesitant to respond to that; she is my boss after all...

She continues, "I'm sorry... you don't have to answer that but we both know it's true. You have every reason to hate me but I hope I can change that in time. I guess the worst though was the armoire thing and I know it was confusing for you since you ended up liking it but... I need to confess that my motives... were not honourable."

I suspected all along that she did it out of hatred but to actually hear from her mouth made me start to tear up.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I have no excuse, it's just that... you're so pretty and smart and everybody likes you... I was jealous and I lashed out."

I asked, "Why me?"

"Because... you were... you are... the woman I have always wanted to be. I have had to be tough to get where I am and it's made me into this mean, spiteful, selfish person whom I hate. It's not an excuse, Sylvia, but I cannot describe what it's like to thoroughly despise yourself."

"Is that what last night was about?"

She looked straight into my eyes and said; 'Yes! At least that was part of it. Last night was like... like a cleansing, among other things... but it changed me Sylvia. I could feel it! I just wish I could have taken all fifty lashes."

I was pretty sure I knew the answer but I asked anyway, "Why?"

"For him... for Sam... it's hard to explain... I've been coming here for over two years and, every time I left, I cried because... I wanted... I always wanted... to call him 'My Master' and do the 'perfect slave' thing... I just... I don't know exactly why but I just couldn't."

I suddenly felt sorry for her despite all that had happened, "I think I do understand, Kristel, at least some of it.

Is that why you were fighting with Sam the other night? So he would do this for you?"

She looked ashamed as she answered, "Well... yes but... that's just the tip of the iceberg. I've been pestering him for months but... well, you know... for a guy that makes a living by whipping women, he's actually such a pussycat!"

I agreed, "He is a pretty rare breed."

She continued, "He is! And I knew he didn't want to inflict that kind of suffering on anybody—not even me. But, I also knew that he understood why I needed it so bad. I was pretty selfish, Sylvia, I saw an opportunity to get what I wanted by forcing him to do something he hated. And he did it for only one reason—because, despite my bitchiness, he loves me just like he loves all of you. I know how hard he practiced... he's a very special guy and I've treated him like shit! I don't know if I'll ever be able to make it up to him."

"So... things will be different now?"

She smiled but I could see tears in her eyes too as she said, "Oh yes! They will! And at work too, Sylvia. I'm going to do everything I can to make this up to you. Things will be a lot better, you'll see!"

I began to chuckle a bit and said, "You know... you sound a little like Scrooge talking to Bob Cratchit."

We both started to laugh then she said, "Well... it is Christmas!"

We laughed some more then hugged then cried and hugged. It was nice and I knew she was going to good to her word.

* * *

Sam finally shows up just as we're setting the table almost three hours after he left and Alyssa teases, "When I said the church I didn't mean the one in Rome!"

He kids back, "Well... you should have been more specific!"

As we all get settled in our seats Sam stands and says, "Not to diminish the religious aspects of this day in any way but, ultimately this is what Christmas is all about to me; good people... good friends sitting together at Christmas dinner. I know for a few it wasn't easy but we can't tell you enough, how glad we are that you could join us. I lift my glass to you all..."

We go around the table clinking glasses then Isabella says, "Okay... let's EAT!"

The dinner progresses wonderfully. At any one time throughout the day there were at least six people working in the kitchen so we ended up with a great meal of turkey and 'all the fixins'—enough to feed a small country. Everyone was in a constant state of chewing, chatter, and laughter—even Kristel. Teri was right; all I want for Christmas next year is to be invited back here.

As dinner winds down Sam again stands and says, "Well, I need to walk off some of this fabulous meal... I am humbled by the presence of such culinary genius and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart."

Again we clink glasses then Alyssa runs to the kitchen as Sam starts to collect some dishes.

Isabella stops him, "No, no. Shoo now. Well take care of this."

He thanks her, excuses himself from the table, and starts for the door, then turns back to us. "Oh, don't forget the whip poker... you should get the ties in the jar and maybe well start in an hour or so."

Again he turns for the door but Alyssa stops him as she rushes from the kitchen with a rye and ginger and a lit cigar. As he takes the items he smiles a smile that says thank you better than any words could. He kisses her then walks out the door.

As we clean up I ask Lilly, "What does he mean by 'put the ties in the jar'?"

Lilly explains, "Oh... well if you sign up for the game you write down your favourite tie... you know, the activity you liked the best in one of your sessions. You write that down and put it in the jar then, if you lose you reach into the jar and pick one... it may not be the one you wrote of course. Just pray it's not Kristel's!"

I laugh a bit but... I shudder at the thought.

Lilly continues, "Actually I'm having a bit of fun here. You can trade if it's something you don't like or Sam will make adjustments... you know, some people are maybe more flexible...whatever. It's for fun, Syl... nobody's out to hurt or even scare anybody. And, trust me on this, even if you lose... you win!"

* * *

Sam returns from his walk after an hour or so and asks if we're all ready for the game. We have entered our favourites in the jar and set two card tables together with eight seats. Teri, Malsa, Lilly, and Alyssa have elected not to play but the rest of us are in for the proverbial 'penny and pound'.

The first several hands are fairly even and, after about forty five minutes, we are equal, left with only bra and panties. There has been lots of cackling and chortling at the table as well as heckling from the "spectators"—especially Sam and Isabella.

"Izzy, you have to be the worlds worst, nymphomaniac poker player!"

Isabella retorts, "Oh yeah? Well why don't you sit in for a few hands? I'd have you buck naked in ten minutes!"

The next hand is lost by Penelope who sighs and dutifully removes her bra revealing a pair of tiny pert little boobs. Then she puts her hands behind her back, sticks her chest out and closes her eyes. Immediately, and with much merriment, everyone, including our spectators, takes a turn at fondling and/or tweaking her nipples. Feeling obliged, I happily follow suit. It seems there are a couple of traditions to this game that I still need to learn.

Isabella drops the next hand and her torment lasts longer as we cannot help but linger, squeezing and fondling those magnificent orbs. We then play another hand... and I lose.

Somewhat reluctantly I slowly remove the bra amid taunts of "Take it of girlfriend" and "Let's have a look at those casabas". I set myself in position and they start into me right away. It seems to go on forever and when they finally are satisfied, Kendall gets up, comes behind me and begins to massage my breasts. The others are teasing, "Ohhhhh... what have we here?" and "She's going to do her right here on the table!" She caresses and squeezes then bends down, kisses my nipples and returns to her seat. I am beet red and sure that there is a little puddle on my chair.

Kristel drops the next hand. We are hesitant to touch her welt covered body even though the marks are already fading. Sam comes over and, from behind begins to fondle her lovely boobs then pinches her nipples enough to cause her to jump and squeak, "Ooooo..." We all then take a turn when we realize that the lash had never touched her breasts.

Isabella loses again and, to the sounds of hoots and applause, she stands, turns, slides her thong panties to the floor, then bends over and grabs her knees. Each one of us the gets up and gives her a single, hard spank although Colleen gave her a few pats to her labia for good measure.

I get through the next few hands unscathed while some others parted with there bras and untouched nipples but then... I lose again!

I shed my panties and take the spanks then Kendall, wearing only panties now, comes to me and says: "Spread 'em sweety."

I do as instructed and she begins to rub my labia and sticks two fingers in my vagina. She rubs for about thirty seconds accompanied by taunts of "Rub-A-Dub-Dub!" and "Get a room!" then she again returns to her chair. My face cannot get any redder as I meekly sit back in my seat. Geez Kendall!

The next hand is the final loss for Isabella and she chooses "Straight pillar" from the jar. The winner of the hand is Kristel so they are now out of the game.

Kendall loses the next two hands and draws "Reverse T Hogtie". The "expert" poker play didn't seem to try too hard to win. She and winner Colleen are now out as well.

Helen now loses two in a row and gets "T Bar" as she and Gloria join the others, leaving Penelope and me and, of course, I lose the last hand.

As each loser drew from the jar the others would say "Ohhhhh..." but the loudest was for Kendall's "Reverse T" and mine, the "High Chair". My temporary new "Master", Penelope simply answered, "You'll see!" when I asked what the heck the high chair was.

Sam motions for the naked losers to follow him to the studio and, once inside, we sit together on a bench by the main wall. He has Isabella put on a pair of wrist cuffs and lock them together then, after retrieving a large amount of rope, motions for her to stand with her legs together and her back against one of the main barn pillars. He has her step up on a short stool and then asks her to stand on her toes and reach up as high as she can. Standing on a small ladder stool, he pulls her wrists higher still and affixes the cuffs to a ring mounted rope. He adjusts the rope so that Isabella can just barely stand on her toes. Now he wraps no less than seven ropes, four times around the pillar; across her ankles, then her knees, then just below her crotch. One across her tummy, then one just below her boobs, one just above her boobs, and lastly one across, and into, her mouth. Going back to the bottom he gives each rope end a tug and ties them off. It is remarkable how fast he is able to complete the bind. Now he says something to her then bends down and removes the stool.

Isabella is now hanging there completely immobile; she can't even move her head and her luscious breasts are jutting forward, just aching to be toyed with. Sam uses a two way to call Alyssa and have her send Kristel to the studio then he motions for Helen to follow him to the T bar.

Helen leans her back against the padded metal crosspiece at the top of the four foot high T bar. He then has her spread her feet quite a bit and quickly ties her ankles to rings in the floor. He takes her arms behind her and binds her wrists together then he kneels and slowly pulls down on the rope forcing Helen to arch her back over the T more and more. She doesn't complain but he stops when she begins to moan and ties the rope off. As he forced her back to arch, her legs stretched tight so now she too was immobile except for her head. He kissed her and asked if she was okay and, when she said she was, he inserted a ball gag and fastened it. Again he called Alyssa and asked for Gloria. Just then Kristel, now in a bathrobe, entered the barn.

She walks straight to Isabella and says, "Oooooo... so you're my little slave now are you?"

Through her gag Isabella says, "Uh huh."

Kristel picks up a nearby horse hair flogger and asks, "Would my little slave enjoy the touch of the pony's tail?"

Isabella eagerly answers, "Uh HUH!"

She starts at her feet and rhythmically walks the whip up her body, similar to how Sam did it with Ally. Izzy is already moaning but she can only pull a wee bit against her ropes. Sam watches for a bit to ensure that Isabella is okay then finishes Helen's bind. Gloria now enters the barn and Sam uses the two way again and asks Alyssa to send Teri to keep an eye on them while he moves to Kendall's bind.

Gloria picks up an electric wand and proceeds to slowly torment Helen who writhes and squeals as the low current radiates through her. Sam watches until Teri arrives then motions for Kendall.

To the sounds of Helen's squealing and Isabella's orgasm, Sam sets to work on Kendall. Kristel is now pressing a snow cone vibrator against Izzy's clit and fondling her breasts. She has already climaxed but Kristel does not let up and Isabella is going nuts!

Sam wraps a rope several times around Kendall's hips then attaches a long rope to the front and another to the back of the hip rope. He now binds her wrists together behind her back leaving about eight feet dangling. He has her sit on the floor and spread her legs apart very wide then attaches long ropes to both ankles. Pulling each ankle rope a bit he ties them off to more rings in the floor. He hits a switch which lowers the end of a winch cable almost to her head then securely ties the ends of the front and back hip ropes. Sam now asks Kendall to lie on her back and, after confirming that she is ready, hits the switch. The winch pulls at her hips lifting them up and off the ground. He stops the winch when the ankle ropes are taut leaving Kendall completely upside down and spread... in the shape of a T. Sam calls on the two way for Colleen then finishes Kendall's bind by pulling the wrist rope until her arms are straight back then securing to a post. He bends down, gives her a little kiss and installs a ball gag.

As Colleen enters, Isabella, sweating like a stevedore, is squealing as Kristel brings on her third eruption with an electric wand. Gloria has switched to a dildo vibrator and Helen is begging her to remove it as she comes down from her first climax. Teri repositions so she can see all three victims as Colleen moves to Kendall. I have learned that Colleen too is very gay and very orgasmic. That is; she loves to have orgasms and she loves to give orgasms. She immediately begins to rub and kiss Kendall's unbelievably accessible pussy then she picks up and lubes a dildo vibrator and slowly slides it down into Kendall's wide open vagina. Because of her position the dildo stays in by itself leaving Colleen free to do other things. Kendall begins to moan and pull at her ropes just as Sam motions for me to join him. Damn! I would love to keep observing this.

Watching the three victims and their "masters" has got me pretty aroused but I am a little afraid of what the "high chair" might be. It turns out to be a metal pole, about seven feet tall, with four movable padded 'arms"; two at waist height and two at shoulder height. Sam moves the two lower arms almost together then lifts me and sits me on them with my back against the pole. The cold metal makes me gasp. He moves my legs gently up, over, and behind the arms then he bends my legs until my heels touch my butt. Now, using two leather belts, he firmly binds my legs to the arms. He wraps two more belts around me and the pole, one at my waist and the other above my boobs, to pull me back tight against it. Now he swings the upper arms of the chair so that they are straight out and has me grab the ends with my hands. He uses four smaller belts to secure my arms to, and parallel with, the chair's arms. Now he slowly swings the upper bars back, more and more, until my arms are almost straight back behind me. My moan tells him when to stop and lock them down. He now swings the lower arms slowly back until my legs are straight out to the side then he locks them in place.

Sam asks me if I'm okay and I say I am but, holy crap, I'm stretched tight! Now he puts a little cushion behind my head and then inserts a ball gag with extra long straps that go right around the pole. He pulls my head fairly tight against the pole and secures the gag.

I am now unable to move anything other than my toes and eyelids. As Sam calls for Penelope I feel myself dripping... and listen for the others.

I can hear the wood creaking as Kendall convulses against her ropes. I smile at the vision of her engulfed in the throws of yet another ripper. I can hear the muffled squeals and screams of Isabella and Helen as more of the girls have joined Kristel and Gloria.

I see Penelope walking towards me. Lovely Penelope. Petit Penelope. Penelope, who loves the whips.

As she lashes the whip across my open, indefensible vagina, I dream of the coming night with Kendall and pray that Sam will not forget me when he prepares the invitations for next year.