The Armoire Ch. 10

He waited a few seconds for her to respond, but hearing none, he struck her other breast with another sharp, upward slap.

"OWWWW OH GAWD...PLEASE, MY MASTER!"

Again he waited for a response. Lindsey was sobbing hard; her chest heaving, but slowly, she opened her eyes, looked straight into his, and said, "I'm so sorry, My Master. I do trust you completely...I will never lie to you again."

Tommy moved forward and kissed her sweetly on the lips, then moved behind her and switched the leather flogger for the horsehair. He immediately started his soft, rhythmic whipping; up the inside of her legs and around her hips and back. He was careful not to strike her body where the leather lash had already been. Her response to the wonderfully soft lash striking between her legs was a loud, sobbing orgasm, which left her breathless and totally spent.

She tried to speak as he was freeing her from her bindings, but he shushed her, then led her to the shower. He washed her slowly and gently, drying her with those marvelous, warm towels. Her eyes were closed and she heard herself moan as he massaged in a generous amount of E lotion. Lastly, he slipped a luscious, warm, terry robe over her shoulders, and said, "You did very well, my little slave."

"Thank you very much, My Master," she said...By far, her most sincere response of the evening.

Tommy then led her to the main house and upstairs to her room where he took her robe and bound her wrists in front with some soft, nylon rope. He had her lie down and then affixed her arms, over her head, to the headboard. Satisfied that she was secure, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips and said, "Goodnight, my little slave. Sleep well and sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, My Master," she said as he switched off the light and left the room.

Alone in the darkness she sighed to herself, realizing it was only around eleven o'clock. That was pretty early for her, and with her hands bound as they were she felt it was unlikely she would sleep. She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the mattress press against her still stinging bum...and then she heard Alyssa's voice.

"Lindsey...? Lindsey, sweetie...Time to get up, honey."

Groggily she opened her eyes and saw Alyssa sitting beside her on the bed. The room was bright from the morning sunlight flooding through the window.

"What time is it?" she said.

"A little after nine. Come on now, get up and come and have some breakfast," said Alyssa.

"Uh...okay...Are you allowed to untie me?"

Alyssa said, "You're not tied, Lindsey."

She moved her arms and was surprised to discover that she was no longer bound. Still a little muzzy, she dragged herself from the bed, donned the terry robe, and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later the two women joined Lilly in the kitchen for eggs, toast, and coffee.

Midway through the meal, Lindsey said, "I thought he never left anyone alone when they were tied up."

"That's right," said Alyssa.

"Well, he left me alone last night," she said.

Lilly, through a mouthful of food said, "What makes you think you were alone?"

In an attempt to allow Lilly to swallow her toast, Alyssa took over, "We were going to take turns keeping an eye on you 'til you fell asleep, but it never got past Lilly—"

Food safely in her tummy, Lilly burst in, "Yeah, you were out like a light in like five seconds, so I got My Master and he untied you and pulled the covers over you."

"I'm amazed that I slept for ten hours. I never sleep that long, but all the things that happened last night; it was—"

"Lindsey, I have to stop you there," said Alyssa, "What you and Sammy did last night is between you two; at least for the time being."

"Is that to protect you from...the things he does with other women?" she said.

Alyssa smiled and said, "Oh no, sweetie, he tells me everything. That's how he protects me."

They finished their breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, then Lindsey said, "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now."

Alyssa said, "We're not really supposed to help you much, but...you can do whatever you want until he comes in. The instant you see him though, you should get into position...Could you show her Lilly?"

"Oh certainly, Mistress," she said, "Well, if you have enough time, you should lose the robe, and then kneel with your bum back on your heels, your knees apart, your hands at your sides, and your eyes down. We call it the 'O' position...like this."

Lilly did not remove her shorts and tee shirt for the demonstration, but knelt and displayed the perfect 'O' pose. After a moment she arose and said, "If he surprises you, then point your eyes to the floor, spread your feet apart, and put your hands behind your back. Do not speak first, but the first chance you get, apologize for not being naked."

Suddenly Alyssa said, "Oh, there he comes! He's at the front veranda!"

Lindsey quickly discarded her robe and assumed a reasonable 'O' position in the hallway. She had her eyes glued to the floor and waited for Tommy to enter, but after a few seconds Alyssa said, "Oh, my mistake. I just remembered; he's still upstairs in bed."

There was a moment of silence, then Lindsey said, "Very funny!" and they all began to laugh.

She started to get up off the floor when they heard footsteps on the stairs. She quickly resumed the position and the other two girls retreated to the kitchen. When Tommy reached the bottom of the staircase, he turned into the hall and was visibly surprised to see her kneeling there.

"Good morning, my little slave. I trust you slept well."

Keeping her eyes down, she said, "Good morning, My Master. Yes I slept very well, thank you."

"Good, good," he said, "and I must say, I am pleased with your attempt at the 'O' pose, but your knees must be much further apart."

Lindsey immediately began to blush, but she complied, spreading her knees as far as was practical. She instantly became aware, with some surprise, that even this small act of submission was very arousing.

"Much better, my little slave," he said, "Now, back straight and chest out. Remember you are offering yourself; presenting yourself."

Again she obeyed; no longer blushing, but trying to present the very best 'O' pose she could muster. It had suddenly become very important to her that she please this man.

Tommy continued to the kitchen and greeted his two ladies. Both returned the greeting, referring to him as 'My Master.' After some breakfast and some small talk he said, "Girls I need a few minutes with my little slave please."

Alyssa and Lilly answered, "Of course My Master," and went out the back door.

Lindsey couldn't help but wonder what was going on with those two girls. Why was there two all of a sudden? She thought Alyssa was his girl, but what about this Lilly chick? Were they always in slave mode? One thing was for sure; when this was over she was going to have a boat load of questions.

Tommy moved in front of her and said, "There is something you need to understand, my little slave. All the stuff in the studio; the bondage and the discipline; all of that is not punishment. It is, in fact a reward, and rewards must be earned, mustn't they?"

"Yes, My Master."

"Good. I'm glad you understand. Now...my Yukon is parked in front of the garage and is in dire need of a detailed cleaning, both inside and out. Your reward will depend on how good a job you do. Are there any questions?"

"Uh...May I ask, My Master...What is punishment?"

He said, "Punishment, my dear, is nothing. You get nothing. Now off you go. Everything you need is in the garage."

Lindsey got up off the floor and was about to reach for her robe when it occurred to her that he would, of course, want her to remain naked. She excused herself and then scampered out the door, determined that she would make that truck shine like never before.

The remainder of the weekend went by in what seemed like a heartbeat. At the beginning, Lindsey thought it was going to be the longest two days of her life, but by the time Sunday evening rolled around, she wished it could go on and on. She had done herself proud cleaning the Yukon, and had been rewarded with a reverse stand and some "lifters", similar to how she saw Alyssa bound the day she ran off. When it was over, she finally understood what Alyssa meant when she said, "I'm having a blast!"

She wasn't exactly sure at what point she truly gave herself over; submitting her will to a man whom she suddenly trusted with her very life. She knew that she could stop it any time she wanted, but the urge to do so never really occurred. The entire weekend had been exhilarating; like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She didn't have to be the strong one, the one everybody turned to in a crisis. All she had to do was please the man she knew as Sam; the man who was tying her up and whipping her; the most gentle and caring man she had ever met.

Late Sunday afternoon she received her last session; the full barrel treatment. She was stretched tightly over the barrel and then lightly whipped to dizziness with a remarkably soft, deerskin flogger. At one point, she fantasized that all her co-workers and friends were standing there watching her, urging her on with shouts and whistles. The resulting orgasm was the most powerful of the weekend.

After a little respite she received the water treatment. She had never experienced anything like that in her life, and spent most of the time screaming at Tommy to stop. She was amazed when she climaxed yet again.

The closest she came to saying "Philadelphia" was when, after being dried off with the warm, luxuriant towels, she saw Tommy approach her with his weapons of choice; two long pheasant feathers. She had always despised being tickled, mostly because it caused her to lose control, but the resulting, breathtaking orgasm gave her an entirely new outlook.

After the shower and the luscious E-lotion massage, Tommy had slipped the heated robe over her shoulders and said, "I release you now, my little slave. You did very, very well."

She couldn't help but turn, throw her arms around him, bury her head in his shoulder, and cry like a two year old. She couldn't stop saying, "Thank you!" over and over until Tommy finally shushed her and escorted her back to the house. On the way she asked if it was okay to talk about her weekend with the girls and Tommy said it was. She realized then that, even though she had been "released" she would always see this man, at least to some degree, as her master.

* * *

Preparations for the group session turned out to be even more work than KriSylDarque had been, but at least this one could be used more than once. At first Tommy thought the corporal was putting him on when she suggested he buy his own prison, but it turned out that she was perfectly serious.

Many years ago there had been a small village called Coldgun, several miles from Thornham. It was abandoned in the fifties and all that remained was an old, long forgotten, stone and concrete, two cell jailhouse. It was virtually invisible from the current township road, hidden by trees that had grown over the years. There wasn't even a driveway for access, and the town itself didn't exist anymore. Locals just referred to the area as the "broken front."

A quick, off-road trip in the Yukon found the building to be in remarkably good shape, and a little research showed the ten acre property was for sale by the county; and had been for years. The land was in the middle of four farms, but was hilly and rocky, not fit for any kind of agriculture, so Tommy was able to purchase the property quickly, bypassing escrow, and leaving only a few local issues with the township, but he had enough of a hold that he could quickly bring in a crew for some rudimentary renovations. For the short term, he rented a generator for power.

He only had a week to set things up, but Lindsey was helping him in every way possible, and Lilly was working hard as well. He could have used more help but Alyssa was off visiting her parents in BC, and Kendall had gone to see Nicolette. Tommy did, however, enlist the aid of one additional party.

George Woolis was a longtime friend who now operated a first rate electronics shop in Novamercado. He had been lead guitar in a band called Quarters for years, but he had struggled with drugs until finally almost succumbing to a heart attack in his late forties. He had started the store ten years ago with his wife, Di, and he readily admitted that, without her he'd be dead...literally.

Resembling a kind of hip Santa Claus, with long gray hair and an equally long beard, he was the best sound man in the business and often helped Tommy with effects for some of his scenarios. He had long ago figured out what the sounds were for, and with Tommy's tutoring, he and Di were now avid BDSM players.

Tommy had devised an elaborate ruse for the scenario and George had eagerly agreed to provide the necessary effects. Tommy's hope was to actually fool the girls into thinking what was happening was real for as long as he could get away with. He was pretty sure he could pull it off except for one problem...Jessalynn.

Alyssa had set up this group with four girls who had one thing in common; they all liked things pretty intense. There was Anastasia, a straight shootin', Illinois beauty in her mid thirties. Athletic, slim, well tanned, and fairly tall at five eight or so; she had deep, mysterious, blue/green eyes in which one could easily get lost. A self described "head turner", she had a shoot-from-the-hip air about her, more than a little reminiscent of Isabella. She also shared Isabella's eagerness for very severe BDSM sessions.

Little Angelique would also be attending, and had been eagerly anticipating the session since Tommy's birthday party. Her newly discovered appreciation for the whip coupled with her existing penchant for extreme bondage made her a perfect fit for this group.

The third girl, Mariya was an eleventh hour, but very eager, replacement for Selena, who had cancelled at the last minute...something about complications with her boyfriend's visa. Five foot five Mariya had always liked things at the extreme end of the scale, so she too would fit right in.

And then there was Jessalynn, the tiny, perfect, twenty one year old Texan. Just barely nudging the five foot mark, and weighing slightly more than ninety five pounds. Her luxuriant, long, dark brown hair cascaded to the middle of her back, and over her tiny shoulders, framing her sweet, baby face. She looked like a child, and was naïve in many ways, but she was remarkably cynical for one so young, and she was no dummy. It wasn't going to be easy getting her to believe it was real, but if they could get her on board the others would be easy.

Angelique was the first to appear on Saturday morning and assumed, like the other girls who arrived shortly after, that Lilly was one of the participants. Lilly told them that Sam was in town getting supplies and would back in an hour or so. She made a point of getting the girls into the kitchen where a little radio was playing music in the background. She also ensured that Jessalynn was sitting closest to the phone.

They spent the next few minutes yakking and taking guesses at what the scenario might be, and Lilly played her part well, joining in as though she was one of the group.

Suddenly the music on the radio was interrupted by the voice of a male announcer, "Be advised that a tornado watch is now in place for the entire quad-county area, and especially central New Pontiac Township. Please stay tuned for further advisories."

The sky had been a bit overcast as the girls arrived, however it didn't seem particularly stormy, but now the wind outside the house began to pick up.

Visibly nervous, Lilly said, "I wish Sam was here. What are we supposed to do if a tornado comes?"

"Aw, don't worry," said Jessalynn, "They give those warnings every time there's a storm."

As she spoke, the wind outside increased sharply, and rain began to pelt the west side windows. Again the music on the radio stopped, "This is an emergency advisory. Those living in the central New Pontiac area are advised to take immediate shelter. A large funnel cloud has been reported touching down near the western edge of the township and moving due east at eighty kilometres an hour. I repeat; people living in the central New Pontiac area are advised to take immediate shelter."

The broadcast just kept repeating the warning while the wind grew stronger and stronger; beginning to sound like an approaching freight train. Lilly became frantic, "We should go to the basement! We have to go to the basement!"

"Relax Lilly, it might just be fake...part of the scenario," Jessalynn said, although she was beginning to get a bit nervous herself.

"Jesus!" screamed Lilly, "Does that sound fake to you?"

All the girls jumped when the phone rang. Jessalynn picked up the receiver, "Hello?"

The connection was bad; terribly noisy, but the voice on the other end said, "It's Sam. Who's this?"

"It's Jessalynn."

"Are the other girls there too?" he said.

"Yeah, Sam, we're all here. Is this for real—"

Shouting frantically into his cell phone, Tommy said, "You've got to get everybody into the storm shelter right now. It's outside, to the left of the horse barn. There's a tornado headed straight for the ranch."

"The radio just says central New Pontiac," she said.

"Jessalynn!" he screamed, "The ranch is almost smack in the middle of New Pontiac. Don't screw around! Get the girls out of there now...! Oh shit..." then the phone went dead.

"Sam says we should get to the storm shelter—"

Lilly screamed at her, "Storm shelter!? Where's the fucking storm shelter!?"

The wind outside increased even more and sounded as though the train was about to crash through the house. Jessalynn finally agreed that it certainly seemed real, and told them where the shelter was. The girls got up and hurried for the front door. Lilly worked her way in front as they stepped outside and wasted no time heading for the "shelter." The wind was howling and visibility was virtually zero. The "rain" was almost horizontal, and felt like sand hitting their faces as they fought there way towards the barn.

Lilly reached the shelter first and attempted to open the door on the side, but against the wind she was unable to do it on her own. The other girls came to her assistance, prying the door about halfway open, then together they jumped inside, and the door slammed shut behind them.

The wind and rain intensified by the second and the sound was deafening. The girls shrieked and cried as they heard debris striking the metal shelter. All were huddling together in a corner, screaming for it to be over.

After about five minutes, Tommy began to close the spray nozzles on the rented water hauling truck and George decreased the speed of the borrowed movie wind machine as well as the volume to the huge, concert speakers. Over the next two minutes, the two men reduced the intensity of the wind and water until there was just a bit of "rain," but still a fair bit of wind. Tommy then signaled Lindsey who was waiting by the gate and she immediately hit the siren and moved the police wagon up to the side of the "shelter;" actually a rented shipping container.

The corporal, in full uniform, stepped out of the windowless paddy wagon, and hammered on the side of the container, "Is there anybody in there?"

The girls screamed that there was, and Lindsey opened the door. They were all still huddled in the corner and Angelique said, "Is it over?"

"The first one is," she said, "but there's at least two more coming. Even bigger. We have to evacuate as many people as we can right now."

The police radio in the wagon crackled with someone shouting, "There's another one! There's another one!"