The Armoire Ch. 04

Tommy replied, "Anything baby, you know that."

"What about...I mean...would you...consider...this is hard."

He said; "What, Alyssa? You can ask anything."

I was so nervous, "What if...what if you did a scenario...with Wendy?"

He looked at me for a moment then looked away and was silent for a long time. I didn't want to push him and I was getting frightened that I may have asked too much. Finally he sighed then said, "Look, I understand that she's your friend and you feel you need to help her but, well, first of all, I'm not sure it would do her any good anyway."

I had never seen him so upset since we met. I began to get scared that I may have crossed a line so, I got up, straddled his legs and put my arms around him, "Tommy, I love you more than air itself You know that right? And if what I'm saying has even a tiny chance of hurting us then I will shut up about it right now."

He smiled and kissed me then said, "I guess our relationship should be strong enough to at least have this conversation, it's just that I can't lose you...not for anything and...I still don't see how this would help your friend."

"I thought it might take that...aspect...out of the equation for her."

Puzzled, he said; "I don't...what equation?"

I continued, "She's been trying very hard, too hard really, to find a man like, well, like you. And, believe me, there are not very many of you around. So, I thought if she could have this then she might find a nice guy and not have to worry whether he was into spanking or whatever."

He looked at me and said, "Would you have been satisfied with that? Just one night and that was it?

I sighed and answered, "Well, obviously no. But, I don't know what else to do; she's so depressed now."

Then Tommy said, "Okay, I tell you what. You think about it today and I will too. We'll discuss it again at supper. You have to be realistic. I mean obviously she would end up naked and I would have to touch her at least a little. Are you saying that you'd be okay with that?"

I started to answer but he cut me off. "Oh, and you'd have to be there. That's not negotiable. You'd have to be there all the time and if you see anything, anything at all that you don't like, you must tell me."

I said, "Are you thinking of doing it?"

"We'll discuss it at dinner, okay?"

Of course I wasn't sure if I was okay with it; the thought of him touching another woman scared the crap out of me! I had been up all night thinking about him with my naked and bound best friend, doing all the things that he did with me. Oddly, it wasn't jealousy. I really did think that I was selfish to keep him all to myself. But what if he liked it with her better than me? What if she could take more than me?

But, if it could help Wendy...and he did say, in no uncertain terms, that it was up to me to set the rules; as always, the ball was in my court.

He took me to town for supper and neither one of us broached the subject throughout the meal but, on the ride home Tommy said, "So... about our discussion at breakfast..."

I blurted out, "I think we should do it! But, I make the rules, right?"

He said, "Of course, except you have to be there...and...have you talked to Wendy about this?"

"No, not yet. But I was thinking...what if you did a scenario with the both of us?"

He sighed and said, "Okay, I'll do this if you really want but... it's for you. You have to promise... swear on all you hold dear, that if anything, even for a second, bothers you, you will stop it. I know Wendy is your friend but you are my one and only priority. Promise me, Alyssa."

"I promise, Tommy. Please. Please, Tommy you have to know that I feel the same way."

He answered, "I do, babe. I do. Okay, I'll come up with a scenario and you can run it by your friend and we'll go from there."

I spent the rest of the ride home thinking of how I could make love to him that night like he had never been made love to before. I was determined that when we were done, he would know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was his and would be forever.

* * *

An incredulous Wendy stared at me and said, "Are you serious?"

Her voice was quite loud and had drawn some attention for other café patrons so I leaned in close and softly said, "It's just an idea, Wen. Tommy and I talked it over and, if you want to do it, we thought it might help you."

Wendy was still pretty flustered, "I don't know what to say...where would we...? I've never even met... Oh, I don't know, Ally."

"It would be on the weekend at the ranch...nice and private," I said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. "Tommy has this scenario and I would be there the whole time."

Wendy was blushing and couldn't look me in the eye as she said, "I'll...think about it, okay?"

Trying to assure her, I held her hands and said; "If this is something you don't want to do, it's okay. Just say so and we'll never speak of it again, okay? Nobody will ever know...either way."

We paid for our meal, left the café and, on the sidewalk, I gave her a big hug then we parted and I headed for my car. Suddenly I heard her call me, "Ally...Alyssa!"

From about thirty feet away, I turned to see what she wanted and she shouted, "Saturday morning at ten... is that okay?"

* * *

Wendy showed up at ten on the dot and, after I introduced her to Tommy, we all sat on the front porch for coffee. She was obviously very nervous but Tommy was exceptionally reassuring, outlining the scenario and going over "Philadelphia' and "Chicago." He stressed the out word so that she knew she could stop things at any time.

The scenario was to be a "captured spy" thing wherein Tommy would "apprehend" us and "torture" us to find the location of the "McGuffin." We laughed as we tried to come up with locations for the McGuffin; the outhouse; Wendy's birth control case; my panty drawer. It didn't matter of course, the McGuffin was actually nothing, just a part of the game.

Tommy then went to the studio and we were to follow in about fifteen minutes. It was clear that Wendy was getting very nervous so I said, "You're going to love this, Wen. Just remember, no matter how into the scenario you get, 'Philadelphia' stops everything. And remember, too, that Tommy will never hurt you."

She was a little confused by that last remark but I knew she'd understand later so we got up and headed for the studio. We were both wearing forty's style skirts, blouses, bras, and panties; we pretended that we were sneaking in to a secret spy base as we entered the studio.

It was pitch black as we went in and, as I locked the door behind me, we realized we were in a box, maybe five foot square. Suddenly, there was a bright light from above and we looked up to see a bed of large sharp spikes overhead. I knew they were actually styrofoam but I could hear Wendy's apprehension in her breathing... then the voice...

"There is no escape and if you do not obey my commands I will release the spikes and you will both die. Do you understand?"

Getting into my role I said; "Who are you? You have no right..."

"SILENCE! Obey or die! Choose now!"

I could see that this was scaring the crap out of Wendy so I whispered, "We'll have to obey for now, until we can escape. Remember sweetie, it's just a game."

Shakily she answered, "Okay..."

I shouted; "Very well, we will obey. Who are you?"

"My name is unimportant. You will address me as 'sir.' Now, both of you put on the blindfolds hanging on the wall then place your hands behind your heads."

She was still shaky so I had to put her blindfold on then we placed our hands behind our heads and the inner door opened. He guided us out and stood us side by side then said, "Remove your clothing... all of it... now!"

Back in character I said, "No! You have no right...OW!"

"The Voice" had smacked me on the bum with a riding crop, "SILENCE! You will obey me now or you will be killed. Is that clear?"

I answered, "Yyyyes."

"Yes WHAT," said the voice.

Meekly I said, "Yes sir."

I was hoping that my play acting would help Wendy get into it without being too afraid but her breathing told me she was really scared. Yet, she hadn't tried to stop it.

"Now...both of you...disrobe immediately!"

"Yes sir," I said and we started to undress. I could hear Wendy unzip her skirt but she must have balked at her underwear because "the Voice" suddenly said, "The bra...NOW!" I was already naked so he had to be talking to her.

Wendy said, "Yyyyes ssssir." She sounded so scared! Then I heard a smack and Wendy cry out...

"Now the panties...quickly!"

Tearfully she answered, "Yyyyes...ssssir." She sounded so frightened; I was tempted to stop it but...she could do that if she wanted and I knew Tommy was watching her and would remind her of the out word soon.

Speaking to her again he said, "There is a chair behind you...now sit." I could hear rustling and knew that he had guided her into the seat and was tying her to the chair. Then I heard him whisper, "Don't forget 'Philadelphia'...don't be afraid to say it if you get too scared."

Then, speaking to me, he said; "Now you...come over here." He guided me to the large padded sawhorse and gave me a quick kiss then tied me bent over, with my arms bound to the legs on one side and my ankles tied spread to the legs on the other side. I wasn't sure about Wendy but, I was getting pretty wet!

I knew he had removed Wendy's blindfold when I heard him say, "Now, you will see what awaits you if you do not cooperate!"

He hadn't gagged me so I knew he wanted me to make some noise and, when I heard the distinctive "swoosh" of the windmilling rubber flogger, I knew that wasn't going to be difficult.

"OWW...OWWW...OH GAWD...OWWW...PLEASE...OH GAWD..." The rubber flogger rendered a very severe sting and Tommy didn't like using it a lot because it left welts. It would also be painful for me to sit for a while but Tommy was always careful to only strike my bum and thighs; he avoided my hips so I could lie comfortably on my side for a night or so.

"NO...NO...PLEASE...OW GAWD...OWWWWW..." My tears were real and the rapid lashes to my cheeks and thighs were making me jerk hard against the ropes but this whip always got me extremely aroused in a hurry. When he let up so I could catch my breath, I could hear Wendy crying in her chair.

"OH GAWD...OH GAWD...NONONO...OHGAWDOHGAWD...OH SIR... PLEASE..." Tommy knew I was close now.

Immediately he went and replaced Wendy's blindfold and I laughed a bit as I heard him say, "I'm afraid this will be too much for you to see."

He came back and gave me a few quick lashes on the back of my legs, just above the knees. Then he knelt down in front of me, slid his fingers in, and used his thumb on my clit whispering, "Lots of noise, okay?" As before... not a problem...

"OH GEEEEZ...OH GEEEEEEZ...PLEASE...GEEEEEEEEZ!" The orgasm was instantaneous and powerful and Tommy was noisily whacking the sawhorse with one hand and, with the other, caressing my vulva as only he can. Wendy must have thought he was beating me to death!

It was difficult to stay quiet as he softly stroked my labia as I came back down, then he kissed me and whispered, "Just hang there for a couple, like you're out cold, okay?"

He got up and went back to Wendy and I knew he had removed her blindfold when I heard her say; "OH! My God!" I can only imagine what went through her mind at the sight of my panting, naked, apparently unconscious body bent over the sawhorse; red welts from my bum to my knees.

I heard him take her over to the post and, after a moment, he said, "Now stand there and do not move. Do you hear me? If you move you will suffer even worse than your friend!"

Meekly, but no longer shaking, she answered, "Yes sir."

I heard Tommy rustle around then I felt the marvelous sensation of his hands massaging in the E lotion on my bum and legs. He quickly untied my ankles then came in front, removed the blindfold and freed my wrists. I stood up and looked at Wendy standing between the posts, blindfolded again, hands tied behind her back, and legs spread to shoulder width; awaiting her inquisitor's return. I couldn't help but wonder if she had spread her legs without prompting.

Tommy went about securing her in a standing spread-eagle between the posts then he attempted to insert a ball gag but she clenched her mouth and fought him. A quick pinch to the nipple caused her to scream, "AAAAA" and the gag was in. I could never beat that one either. I quietly moved so I was in front of her and...holy cow...! She looked so EROTIC! I'd seen pictures of myself like this but never another woman and I couldn't keep from touching myself.

Tommy, standing behind her with a Pony's Tail, said, "You can save yourself a lot of pain, my dear, by telling me the location of the McGuffin now." He was windmilling the flogger close to her bum so she could hear the "swoosh" and feel the breeze.

"No...never!"

She must have expected the first hit to be on her butt because she jerked hard when he started on her lower calf. He walked the lash up her calf to the back of her knee, with rapid, rhythmic, relatively light strokes. He moved to the other leg again, started on her lower calf but continued up just below her bum, then back to the other leg. Wendy was panting but had been fairly quiet; just a steady "Unnnnnnnn...gasp...unnnnnnn..." I was beginning to rub a little harder.

He stopped and asked her for the McGuffin's location but she defiantly answered, "No, I will not tell... you can hit me as hard as you want but I will never tell!" Clearly she wanted him to use more force.

Tommy got to work again, moving the whip from her hip and down the side of her leg to her ankle. Then back up the other leg, then to her butt cheeks. Her gleaming, sweat soaked body was violently jerking in the restraints and I noticed tears emerging from under the blindfold; she was crying now but still suppressing her scream. I was rubbing like I was trying to remove paint and...Tommy saw me, "YOU! STOP! How dare you do that without my command?"

He was whipping her from the front now; her legs, abdomen and tummy then all around her boobs. Again to me he said, "Bring me that small sawhorse now!"

I had thought I was out of the scenario so I was surprised but I did as instructed. He motioned for me to put the small, padded sawhorse in front of her and, as I did, I noticed a little puddle forming on the floor from Wendy's feverishly dripping vagina. Still whipping her chest, sides, and arms, he said, "Now lie on the top and spread your legs...WIDE!" Without missing a beat he dropped his sweats and slid his rock hard, dripping cock into me.

"AAAAAAHAAAAAAA....NOOOO...AAAAAAAAA...gasp"

Wendy couldn't contain her screams once Tommy moved the lash to her breasts. He was grinding his hips into me and whipping her at the same time...I wished we were filming this.

"IEEEEEEEEEEE...AAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA...gasp..."

I exploded with her screaming. I'm sure she exploded too as Tommy moved the flogger between her legs and maintained that amazing stroke, from her perineum, across and inside her wide spread labia, and just nicking her engorged clit. I felt his liquid flood into me but still, he kept up his whipping and his grinding. It wasn't easy though; I could see his sweatshirt glued to his soaked chest.

"OHHHHHhhhhhhh...gaaaawd...please...stop..."

Wendy was almost whispering, virtually all her energy was gone, and her pussy must have been very sensitive but, Tommy kept lightly whipping her dripping labia, then, somewhat breathlessly, Tommy said, "Tell me the location..."

Despite the softness of his strikes, her body jerked with each blow and her head was hanging, chin on chest. The girl was spent but she managed a hoarse, "It's...in your...sock...drawer." We all started to laugh.

Tommy leaned down and kissed me as he withdrew and whispered, "I think it's time for the shower."

He freed her from the restraints and removed her blindfold then we both steadied her as we walked to the shower. Tommy thought it best if I washed Wendy so I did. But, a quick glance at his newly steeled penis showed that this "girl-on-girl" action was a little too much for him. I told Wendy to just stand and soak for a bit then I turned, knelt, and eased his discomfort.

Tommy and I applied the lotion, dressed her, and ourselves, in bathrobes, and went back to the front porch. Wendy had not said a word since she gave up the whereabouts of the McGuffin.

At the porch, Wendy and I sat while Tommy went in to get us all some water. Just before he returned Wendy, with tears in her eyes, looked at me and silently mouthed, "Thank you." He gave us the water then went back in for some wine, his requisite rye and ginger, and a cigar. When he returned, Wendy looked at him and said; "You should do this for a living!"

We all laughed for a bit then Wendy interrupted, "I'm not kidding, Tom. You have a gift and I think there are quite a few women that would pay big money for this."

I saw his exasperated look but, I actually thought it might be a good idea. I said, "You know, maybe you should think about this. You did say you were getting a little tired of web design and that stuff. And, you have to admit, Tommy, you are really good at this!"

"You two are NUTS! And, besides, wouldn't that amount to prostitution?"

Wendy was adamant, "No, not even close! Look, the session, the nice shower, the lotion, and all the rest makes it more like a spa. And you didn't touch me. I know I had a couple of orgasms...oh, that last one was outstanding, by the way..."

I added, "The house has six bedrooms, right? We could fix them up and maybe redo the kitchen and a few other things...and it could be a weekend visit. I bet women would pay a couple of thousand for something like that."

Tommy kept protesting, "Come on, the logistics would be overwhelming. There'd be so much to organize; we'd have to find out what each woman would want, new equipment, safety..."

I interrupted, "I could quit my job and take care of all the paperwork and that kind of thing."

Tommy looked at me and said, "You'd be willing to do that? So. we could do this together?"

Wendy, sensing a chink in the armour said, "What if I could get you ten clients in the next fourteen days?"

* * *

For the next two weeks Tommy and I batted the idea around. We even argued a couple of times which is something we had never done. I knew I would have some problem if the women wanted him to be intimate with them. Tommy's only problems all revolved around me which; was so sweet and so exasperating. Finally we agreed that, if we did this, then it was engraved in stone. If it got sour, for either one of us, we shut it down for good. Tommy added that it was probably academic anyway because he was skeptical that Wendy, despite her many contacts as a booking agent, could deliver ten women in two weeks who were willing to pay two grand for a weekend.

We were sitting on the porch having Saturday morning coffee when Wendy's car pulled up. She grabbed a large metal briefcase from the trunk and sauntered up to the porch, "Anybody want to buy me a cup of coffee?"

After some coffee and small talk Wendy said, "So, have you guys been thinking about the 'spa?'"

Tommy answered, "Well, we talked about it a lot and I guess we're not entirely against it but, we were kind of waiting to see how you did."

Wendy pointed to the briefcase and said, "Open it."

I popped the latches and swung the lid open and gasped!

Tommy's eyes were wide as he said, "Holy SHIT!"

The briefcase was complexly full of cash money. I couldn't believe my eyes! Finally I composed myself to ask, "How much is there?"

Wendy casually answered, "One hundred and thirty thousand dollars."

Tommy repeated, "Holy SHIT!" then he added, "That's like...sixty five women...HOLY SHIT!"