The Armoire Ch. 07

Ch. 07 - Last Master Standing

Expertly edited by FQKF.

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"Happy, belated birthday Ally," yelled Kendal as Alyssa approached. She and Tommy had finished unloading the horse feed from the pickup truck and were just closing up the barn.

A little nervously Alyssa said, "Thanks Kenny...uh...Tommy, can we go for a walk to the meadow? There's something I'd like to talk about."

"Sure," he said, "just give me a minute to clean up and get a drink. You want anything?"

Alyssa answered, "How about you get cleaned up and I'll get the drinks. Do you want a drink-drink or a pop?"

"That depends on what you want to talk about," said Tommy, with a sarcastic grin.

Grinning back she said, "I'll get you a drink-drink...I'll meet you in the back."

He chuckled and went to get cleaned up while a concerned Kendall asked, "Is everything okay, Ally?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, "It's just an idea I had but I've got to tell him first."

With that Alyssa said goodbye to Kendall and went in the house to make Tommy's rye and ginger and get him a cigar, then went out the back and waited. The woods were just off the back yard and Tommy had carved a winding path through the trees which ended in a lovely little clearing. If they walked quietly they could often sneak up on grazing deer and, occasionally, wild turkeys.

When Tommy came out Alyssa handed him his drink then lit the cigar. As always, she took a long drag, kissed him, and transferred the smoke from her mouth to his. As they entered the woods, Tommy asked, "So, what is it? Nothing too bad I hope."

"No, no," she said, as they continued down the meandering path, "it's something I did...I should have asked you first...I didn't really think anything would come of it."

They came to the meadow and, as they sat on a small, cedar bench that Tommy had made, he turned to her and said, "Spit it out, Babe. Whatever it is, we can fix it."

"It's nothing like that, Tommy...okay, have you ever seen the website called 'slaves-r-sluts.net'?"

"You're kidding," he said, "There's actually a website called 'slaves are sluts'?"

Alyssa continued, "Yes. It's pretty extreme; catering to masters who are particularly harsh on their respective slaves...Anyway, they, and a few other extreme BD sites, sponsor this kind of 'Survivor' type game called 'Last Master Standing'. It's the same idea, you know, being in the wild and all that but, with a BDSM twist. And...I signed us up."

An incredulous Tommy said, "What!? You signed us up for...what exactly?"

"You said once, that you were thought it would be 'cool' to be on the TV show and live in the wild of some exotic country. You thought if we practiced a bit we'd do okay."

Still in a state of disbelief, he said, "Yeah, but that was just...this is weird! What kind of game are you talking about?"

"It's something like the TV show," she said, "except it's couples against couples; masters and slaves. They have to fend for themselves in some tropical locale and there are 'tournaments' that involve some sort of BDSM."

Alyssa could see that Tommy was still pretty shaken but he wasn't getting angry. He was however; still very skeptical as he said, "'Some sort of BDSM', eh? It sounds like it might be stuff like we see on some of those extreme sites—stuff you know I would never do."

She replied, "According to the entry form, the tournament stuff is relatively tame in order to comply with European rules for commercial broadcasting on the Internet. Apparently, thousands of couples apply. I was real careful, Tommy. I used my fake e-mail address and the DVD didn't show our faces."

"WHAT!? You sent a DVD...of us?" he protested.

Tommy was really beginning to get upset so Alyssa moved closer and took his hand, "Please don't be angry, Tommy. I was very careful. The DVD was an old one...the one when Wendy came and you flogged me over the big sawhorse. You were wearing the hood and you can't see my face at all. I just sent that part, none of the rest."

Forcing himself to calm down a bit, he said, "Well, I guess there's no real harm done...I mean the chances of us getting selec--"

Alyssa interrupted, "We made the final twenty four...We're scheduled for an interview in three weeks."

His face went ashen, as he muttered, "Jesus!" then he looked away.

Tommy didn't let go of her hand but she was sure he was struggling not to turn and give her hell. She felt that she had really ticked him off and wished that she hadn't been so stupid. Alyssa thought she should have just torn up the invitation for the interview and never said a word. All she could do was say, "Tommy, I'm so sorry. We don't have to go. I shouldn't have done it without asking you first. Please, Tommy, I'm really sorry."

After an awfully long period of silence, he turned back to her and asked, "Is this the first one they've done?"

"No," she answered, "There have been two others...The last one was in Borneo."

Much calmer now, Tommy said, "Borneo, really? Do you know where this one's going to be?"

"No, sorry, I have no idea," Alyssa replied, a bit puzzled that he was asking.

A few more silent moments passed then he said, "Okay, I tell you what...we'll go to the interview and we'll decide then, okay?"

Alyssa was stunned that he suddenly agreed and said, "Uh...are you sure, Tommy?"

"Yeah," he said, "You must be eager to try this and it would be interesting to go to some tropical country but, here's the deal; if I don't like it and say no then that's it; no arguments."

"Oh yes, Tommy, absolutely. Whatever you decide...Tommy...? I'm really sorry that I upset you."

"You are, are you?" he said, looking her straight in the eye, "And what should we do about that?"

Was he hinting that he was going to punish her for a transgression? Maybe it was just an excuse for something that he had already set up. Either way, it was okay with her, so she went into slave mode, looked down at her lap and said, "I should be punished for misbehaving, Tommy...severely punished."

"I agree," he said abruptly, "so...here's how it's going to be. We'll go back to the house and I want you to get on your laptop and look up the word 'bastinado.' I want you to really research it so you know exactly what it means then come to the studio and let me know if you're okay with it and we'll go from there."

"Yes, Tommy," she said, desperately trying to hide her excitement.

They returned along the path in silence and Tommy went to the studio as Alyssa went to the house to do what he had told her. She Googled "bastinado" and her excitement changed to a cold chill as she read the first description she ran across:

"bas•ti•na.do [bas-tuh-nah-doh]

A mode of punishment consisting of blows with a stick or cudgel on the soles of the feet."

The reference went on to say that "the suffering was not in the pain of each blow, not too severe, but in the mounting pain and anguish caused by the duration of the punishment...A person could die or go crazy under such a torture."

She began to cry a little realizing that, for the first time ever, Tommy may be really mad at her and was going to punish her for real. He knew she'd say that she was "okay" with it. She had no choice...she was, and always will be, his and he could do whatever he wanted with her. He also knew that she had very sensitive feet; several times, over the past years, he had brought her to orgasm by simply (and wonderfully) rubbing them...twice, without any direct clit stimulation!

As Alyssa walked toward the studio she thought that, if her impulsiveness had caused him such distress, then she wanted him to chastise her as he saw fit, but...her feet! She started to cry again, imagining how painful it was going to be and how she would be reminded of her insubordination for the next couple of days when she tried to walk. She paused at the door to compose herself and wipe her tears away then she entered the studio.

Tommy was near the back by the "E" frame...the one that resembled a capital E pushed over on its right side. Alyssa stopped in front of him, kicked off her sandals, put her hands behind her back, spread her feet, and looked at the floor.

"Any problems?" he asked flatly.

Meekly, she answered, "No, Tommy."

"Then remove your clothes please, and stand against the half post."

Unceremoniously, Alyssa stripped off her Tee shirt, shorts, and panties, and then she stood with her back against the short post extending down from the crossmember. Tommy moved in and fastened heavy leather wrist cuffs, lifted her arms straight up over her head until she was on tiptoe, and secured the cuffs in the metal ring at the top. He then wound several loops of rope around her waist and the post, cinching it up very tightly. There was a ledge on the back of the post that caught the rope so it could support some of her weight when her legs were lifted.

Tommy then had Alyssa ease herself into the waist rope, lift her feet, and spread her legs. She hung there, struggling to keep her legs apart as he did a Sakuranbo crotch tie with two ropes crisscrossing, relatively loose, over her pussy. Tommy then told her to bring her legs back together which tightened the crotch tie considerably and moved the crisscross up, just touching her clit. It immediately made her moist between the legs.

In an effort to force thoughts of what was to come, out of her head, she had been concentrating on Tommy's work at binding her which was always very arousing but, as he positioned the T bar in front of her, she was reminded of the imminent torture and, again, began to cry.

Tommy, seemingly oblivious to her weeping, adjusted the bar to about three feet high then bent down, grabbed her feet and lifted her legs straight out, resting her ankles on the top of the 'T'. Then he used rope to bind her feet to the crosspiece, wrapping the remainder around her insteps. Two bondage straps were tightly applied to her legs; one above the knees; and one below. He then took some twine, wrapped it around her big toes, and affixed the other end to the strap at her knees. Lastly, he moved the T bar back until her legs were extended perfectly straight.

She was stretched into the shape of an L, unable to move anything but her head. Alyssa's feet were completely immobilized and bent back like they were begging for the forthcoming agony. Other than telling her to spread her legs, Tommy hadn't said a word the entire time. To Alyssa, it felt like...he must be terribly angry with her!

Once more, she wept, as Tommy held the ball gag in front of her and said, "Do you want to say anything before we start?"

With tears streaming down her face, Alyssa said, "I love you Tommy, and I am so sorry," then she opened her mouth wide to accept the ball.

He put the gag in place, kissed her on the forehead, and moved away. The kiss reassured Alyssa a little...maybe he didn't despise her. She stopped crying but, when he moved to the T bar, holding the rattan cane, her eyes welled up again. Then he said, "I want you to close your eyes now and keep them closed 'til we're done."

She did as he said, then began blubbering like baby when he said, "Okay...brace yourself!"

Alyssa screamed like a banshee at the first touch then; "OHGAWDNO...PLEASE...STOP...STOP...STOP!"

She gasped hard as Tommy rotated the metal pinwheel lightly around the soles of her feet! It was the worst kind of tickling torment and she couldn't move her feet away from it even a little bit! He rolled the pinwheel down to her heels then back up and over the balls of her feet, then under her toes. Alyssa was caught so off guard by this that she was still crying but also convulsing in blood-vessel-bursting laughter. The rolling ceased for a moment and, as she gasped in some air, she wondered if this was just a warm up for the cane.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHA..." He began rolling the wheel under her legs, up and down her calves, then under her upper legs to her bum. She was pulling hard at her restraints with little result but it was causing the Sakuranbo to roughly rub her clit and, just as Tommy stopped the pinwheel again...she orgasmed into those crisscrossed ropes.

Alyssa began to open her eyes, thinking it might be over, but snapped them closed again when she felt the tip of the feather touch underneath her. He was twirling the end just at the top of her tightly closed legs and she couldn't help but jerk against the ropes, causing the Sakuranbo to chafe against her sensitive clitoris, which made her convulse even more. Tommy kept it up for a minute or so until... she climaxed again! "Those freaking crotch ropes are going to be the end of me!" she thought.

Even with her eyes closed the room was spinning. Alyssa was so light headed that she was afraid she would get sick but Tommy stopped and she was able to hoarsely gasp in a couple of lung fulls before he began anew. He now swirled the feather tip on her thighs, up from her knees to her crotch then over her pubes and tummy. Again Tommy gave Alyssa a moment to catch her breath then glided the feather up to her breasts, lightly flicking the tips on her nipples. That always drove Alyssa nuts and her laughing became a high pitched, "HEEHEEHEEHEEEEEE..." while she violently wrenched against the ropes. Tommy kept up the nipple tickling as she came for a third time but, as Alyssa felt her abdomen convulse like it was going to rupture...she passed out.

It was a minute or so before she awoke to Tommy, gently daubing her face with a cool, wet cloth. The gag was already gone and her breathing was much better. Then Tommy said, "Are you okay, Babe?"

"Yeah," she said, "but, geez Tommy...three times!"

"Well! Let that be a lesson to you, young lady!" he said, in mock sternness, and they both started to laugh.

"The little devil trickster had been at it again!" thought Alyssa, and she shook her head wondering when she was going to wise up to these things. Obviously he hadn't been particularly angry; probably just concerned that she might have given out too much information. He just used it as an excuse to set Alyssa up and play with her and her "punishment" was three ripper orgasms.

While Tommy undid her bindings Alyssa said, "I should have talked to you about it first, Tommy. It was just a lark. I honestly didn't think that anything would come of it."

When Alyssa's legs were free he put his arm around her and lifted to unhook her wrists from the frame and said, "Don't worry about it. At first I was worried that they might find out who we are but I'm sure you were careful. And, Alyssa Eaglefeather, you should know by now that it would take a lot more than that to make me angry with you."

As they walked towards the shower room Alyssa asked, "Just what would it take?"

Tommy adjusted the taps until the temperature was just right and, as they stepped into the soft, warm water, he said, "Well...are you a serial killer or child molester?"

They began to lather each other up and Alyssa answered, "No!"

"Okay, how about a nun. Are you a nun?" said Tommy as he ran his soapy hands all over her.

He turned and she was rubbing lather over his back and bum when she giggled and said, "No, no!"

Tommy turned back, wrapped his arms around Alyssa and, just before he kissed her, he said, "Then I think you're okay."

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Sylvia phoned from Kendall's just as they walked in the front door. She invited them over there for supper, which was just as well since Alyssa was exhausted from her adventure with the pinwheel. They walked over and enjoyed a nice, simple meatloaf dinner after which, all of them retired to Kendall's porch with after dinner drinks. After some idle banter, including some talk of "Last Master Standing," Tommy said, "I guess we'd better start practicing soon. I will not go to that game unless I know how to make fire!"

"I have a suggestion," said Alyssa, "We could go and visit my folks."

Tommy looked at her for a moment then said, "It's not a bad idea Al, except that I don't think Gun would give me the time of day."

Alyssa's parents lived on an Ojibwe community in British Columbia and she visited them often. Tommy had accompanied her a few times over the years but he could never get comfortable with her father. His name, in English writing, was Maengun but everybody called him Gun for short. The way of the Anishinaabe people is not judgmental but Alyssa had never been able to convince Tommy that her folks actually did respect him. The fact that he made her happy was good enough for them. Alyssa was never sure whether Tommy was intimidated by the name "Gun" or the fact that her father's name translates to "wolf."

"That's not true Tommy," she protested, "Ni Osseiman...my father...would be happy to help you if you asked him."

"Well, maybe under some circumstances," he said, "but how am I going to ask him to help me learn stuff for a bondage and discipline game?"

Alyssa answered, "It's probably better if I call them."

"Yeah, probably," he said, "but I still don't see how you're going to...oh wait...Oh! Please don't tell me that they know about what we do!"

"Uh...does anybody need another drink?" she replied.

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During the flight to BC Alyssa explained to Tommy, for the umpteenth time, that she was very close to her parents and that she told "Ni Mama" everything...everything! In turn, her mother told her father everything. They had a simple philosophy, as far as Alyssa was concerned; if it makes her happy, then it's good. Of course, Tommy simply thinks that Maengun sees him as the man who routinely ties his daughter up and whips her.

As Tommy turned the rental car onto the reserve road Alyssa, once again, tried to reassure him, "Don't worry, Tommy. They do like you and my dad has already said he'd be happy to help you. Just...be straight with him, even if he asks about the bondage stuff...okay?"

"Yeah, okay," he answered, "We're going to have a fair bit of time together so I guess it's going to come up, but I would be just as happy if he just chose to ignore it."

Tommy sighed in exasperation as Alyssa said, "Well...good luck with that."

There were about twenty people milling around the house as they pulled up. Maengun was a chief so it wasn't uncommon to have a few people at his house at any given time but twenty or so usually meant something was going on.

Tommy said, "Wow! Are they all here for you?"

"I doubt it," answered Alyssa, "I hope nothing is wrong."

Alyssa's mother, Mino, came happily running over and greeted her with a tight, warm hug, "Boozhoo Nooni! We have such good news! Jamie is expecting!"

Maengun walked up to Tommy and said, "Boozhoo...welcome, Bashanzhe. You are looking well."

Cringing a bit at the greeting, Tommy replied, "Thanks Gun. It's good to see you."

After greeting several other people, Tommy and Alyssa talked with Jamie and her husband. Jamie Gwayakwaa was Alyssa's friend since childhood and she and her husband Curtis had been trying to have a child for years so the mood was jubilant throughout the entire community.

Tommy offered his congratulations and Jamie said, "Thanks, Bashanzhe. It's been a long time coming!"

Again Tommy flinched at the name as Curtis joked, "Yeah! It was hard work but it had to be done!"

Everyone chuckled and continued to greet and welcome. The atmosphere was happy and light and an impromptu party was beginning to take shape as more people drifted over, bearing food, drink, tables, and chairs. Everyone greeting Tommy called him Bashanzhe or just Bash, both of which made Tommy squirm.

About two years before, Mino, short for Minogimiwan, and Maengun honoured Tommy by having a shaman give him an Ojibwe name. It was a great honour, especially for an outsider, but the medicine man, who had never met Tommy, gave him the name "Bashanzhe`igewin Inini" which loosely translated means "whipping man" or "man of the whip." No one has ever questioned the name but it made Tommy very self conscious.