The Tenant Ch. 06

Waves of desire crashing, 'I am, Sir. Do with me what you will.'

'I am pleased... Stand.'

I stood. Eyes on the floor. I went through the checklist in my head.

She doesn't see us exchange a look. She also doesn't notice the camera man standing in the corner behind her. Brad hands me scissors with blunt ends and moves in behind her with another length of rope and starts in on what he calls a sleeve. The shibari is beautiful. Her torso is covered in diamonds of rope front and back that press lightly into her skin. Only the thong and bra mar the view.

Brad starts at the highest knot on her back which is just below her neck. He folds the rope in half and runs the ends through the loop around this knot. Then he brings the ends under each arm and around and back to the center where he ties them to the original knot. He has me hold the ropes two inches lower while he repeats running them under her arms and back to my fingers where he ties them with a simple loop incorporating the ropes in front of, and behind her arms and snugs them tight. I hold two inches lower and he repeats it and again, again, again, and again. He has her press her palms together for the last tie around her wrists and then runs the ropes between these ropes at her wrists and ties them firmly. There is still rope. He leaves it trailing. Carly trembles as he runs his hand across her stomach.

I walk to her side and roll her tit. 'I think this bra needs to go...' She groans as I tug it loose and work the scissors underneath the fabric. They are sharp and it takes no time. I pull the fabric free from the ropes and she groans in need. I have to make several more cuts and I keep pulling and tugging until there is only Carly and the ropes. Goose flesh all over her body. Her tits are rock hard and erect and I roll one again. This time she breaks form as her knees almost collapse.

Brad catches the ropes at the top of her back to hold her upright. She is panting and moaning as he reaches and fondles the other breast. 'The rope bondage makes everything much more sensitive.' He runs his fingers around the edge of the diamond on her left breast. Her breast is much more firm and erect with the pressure exerted on it and she thrusts herself toward his hand. He looks at me and nods in satisfaction.

'Carly?' I speak softly.

She gasps, 'Sir?'

'I am going to film you now.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'I want you to tell us who is in charge and what we can do to you.' She swears. 'You will be completely helpless and subject to our pleasure.'

'Yes, Sir.'

I pull my phone out, 'I'm filming now... look at the camera.' Her eyes meet mine. I give her a little nod and then she looks at the camera. 'Tell me.'

She nods. Brad is still holding her up and watching over her shoulder. 'I, Carly Knowles, with full mental capacity and of my own free will submit my body and will to the pleasure of Frank Mahone for the next...' She trailed away and Brad prompted, 'four hours.' 'Four hours. For the next four hours I will do whatever he says without question.'

'And that includes my choice to share you with another?'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Very good. I choose to share you with Brad. You will do as he says as though it is my request. You will also obey me. Do you understand?'

Her breasts are heaving and she groans, 'Yes, Sir.'

Brad motions to the camera man then and Carly swears again as he moves into her range of vision. It isn't in anger or an objection. It is a primal urge. Brad rolls her tit and she squeals as I cut away the sides of the thong and pull it free. Brad moves in front of her as I stand watching, 'Kiss me.' She has to move toward him to obey, but there is no hesitation. She tilts her face toward his and presses her breasts into him as they tangle tongues. He just grins as he pulls her away. She is writhing with need.

'I need to come, Sir! I need to come so bad! He won't let me.'

'Soon!' Brad is smiling.

'Please, Sir, I'll do anything you say if you will just let me come!'

There is a loud bang as a grip drops a board that was leaning against the wall. Carly and I both jump out of our skin, but Brad must have been expecting it. He keeps hold of Carly's ropes as he watches another grip help the first move a sturdy bar into place on the board. I see eyebolts on the board on the ground. The bar is hip high to me and the legs are sturdy beams. They lower it onto pegs and between braces so that it can't go anywhere easily even though it has cross braces, and then Brad moves her to face the beam. 'Can we tie you to this?'

'Yes, please, Sir!' She is more than enthusiastic.

He is grinning from ear to ear. He strides to the table and picks up her collar and the spider. Tossing me the collar he stands back as I put it on her, then holds her hair as I put on the gag.

'Kneel.' She kneels in front of him quickly as I watch in amazement. She is groaning with need and swearing and muttering incoherently as he steps out of his pants and offers her his member. I am hard as a rock, but he is just rising and she sucks him in with gusto, humming in pleasure until he is hard and pulls himself out. Then he picks her up by the ropes front and back and walks her to the horse. She is thanking him profusely, but it is difficult to understand with the ring gag in place.

There are two cameras now and more people watching, but I don't think Carly cares. Brad ties a short rope to the front of her collar and positions her at the bench with him on the opposite side. He moves to the opposite side of the horse, 'Tie her ankles wide to the eyebolts if you don't mind?'

'I don't mind at all!' Someone hands me ropes as Brad tugs on her collar and pulls her awkwardly across the horse to kiss him. I make quick work of her left leg and then move the right. One of the grips whispers in my ear to leave about four inches slack so we can raise her hips to the horse when it is time. I do my best to center her and stand when I am done.

Her legs are spread and Brad is still kissing her and rubbing an open palm in circles on a rock hard tit as she writhes and moans. He pulls away and nods and then tugs on her collar as she leans forward. 'You're going to have to shimmy your hips until you can bend over the horse.' She does her best to comply and the camera man does his best to capture the obscenity of those hips spread and writhing into place. She is beyond caring. There is a perfect diamond outlining her asshole and sex and a knot directly over her clit. What a view!

Brad adjusts her head to his preferred height by sticking his cock in and out of her throat a few times to bring her to the right height and then ties her collar to an eyebolt directly under her. Then he moves to her wrists and takes the dangling rope and runs it through a four inch ring that is hanging above her. He removes the slack which raises her arms until she grunts, and twists her hair deftly into a loop, feeds the rope through and ties it off so her head is vertical. I need some lessons. Once she is in place Brad runs his cock slowly in and out several times just to make sure the height is right... Carly is groaning and begging and drooling.

Back to the table, Brad tosses me the lube and returns with items that were hanging from the wall. He gestures for me to walk to his side of the horse and I watch in fascination as he attaches the first nipple clamp. Carly wails, but again, it isn't from the pain, although it must be painful. She is requesting permission to come... for us to make her come!' Brad tugs on the clamp and then attaches the other one. The camera is in for a close up of her drool and then of the chain dangling between the clamps. A string of obscenities... He tugs again and then hangs a weight off of it. Off center, just to bother her. The camera comes in close on her face as she is begging almost non-stop. The other camera is watching her drool from the other end... I take the flogger and drive her crazy for a few minutes until she is wailing.

Brad speaks, 'It is time... are you ready?'

'Uh huh! Uh huh! Wee, ir.'

'Are you sure? I expect you to take me all the way down your throat while this guy takes your cunt.'

'Uh huh! O, wee, ir, huhweee!'

He grins at me and I drop a glob of lube on her asshole and began working my thumb in and out while I unzip my pants with the other hand. She is still groaning loudly and shivering. Her cunt is dripping. I step out of my pants and nod, holding my cock in my other hand. Slowly we work our way toward the center. I am trying hard to match Brad's slow in and out. Carly is still moaning and talking incoherently, but the sound stops when Brad gets too far down her throat and then starts up again as he pulls out. I am hanging onto the ropes on her back with one hand and working my thumb in her ass with the other hand. Our pace is gradually increasing and her pitch is getting higher and higher when Brad nods again. I reach with my free hand around to her clit. She screams and convulses around my cock and I begin slamming into her as I come, still working her clit and her ass. Brad shoots off at the same time, but not deep because she is screaming and he doesn't want her to choke.

I don't think I can stand, and Carly is having aftershock orgasms. Brad doesn't seem worse for the wear and he is jostling the nipple clamps with his hands as she convulses over and over. The camera is in her face capturing the cum and drool and her dazed and satisfied expression. After several minutes Brad removes the gag, but leaves her stuck as she smacks her lips in satisfaction. Another aftershock and I shove my thumb up her ass. 'How was that, honey?' The evil laugh again. Brad grins, 'You were okay with that?'

'Mmmm hmmm, Sir!'

They left me then, dangling in bliss while they dickered about money and people milled around. The camera was rolling again as Frank removed the nipple clamps and roughed my tits up and I came again like a freight train. He said as much and I said, 'toot, toot!' He laughed. He had his jeans on again. That was insane... 'I can show him the videos and photos?' He's seen more than that by now... why not?

They looked at the first two sets of videos that were on my computer before Frank finally released me from the horse. The camera man had been filming the whole time, but there wasn't a lot I could do about it and I really didn't care. Frank took the shoes off first and then got that crusty feather out and tormented my feet for a few minutes. He balanced me on the horse while Brad undid my hair and redid it a couple of times so Frank could see how it was done. Then Brad undid the collar chain. Frank held me up as I slipped off the horse until we knew I could stand, and then he tormented my clit for another few minutes until I came again. Then he untied my ankles, kissed me silly, and led me by my collar to where they were sitting and pulled me into his lap for another lingering kiss.

The camera man was still rolling... Frank looked into my eyes, 'Did you come?'

I laughed again... 'I think so... I can't really remember...' Frank laughed and tweaked my tit. I could still feel my clit throbbing in pleasure as Frank handed Brad his phone to watch all the rest of the videos. Frank seemingly absentmindedly stuck two fingers into my cunt and slowly worked them in and out while they watched the videos. He mentioned that he could feel the strings from the IUD. I told him that was normal, but we could go in later and they could trim them up when they were sure it was seated properly. 'Permission to come again, Sir?'

'I think you've earned it.'

Two fingers in and out, thumb circling my clit, I looked from Brad who was watching intently to the camera man still filming and orgasmed again! Frank made me clean off his fingers and I did so eagerly and thoroughly as the camera still filmed. Then he ordered, 'Kneeling -- Display one.'

Brad turns back to the phone and watches the rest of the videos as Carly kneels contentedly at my feet. I rub her head and gradually she leans toward my thigh. I figure she must be exhausted.

'Well, what do you think?'

Brad looks at me, '$2000 for the shoot today and a thousand more for a copy of all you have on the computer and the phone.'

I feel Carly stiffen at my side. Brad doesn't miss it either even though I don't give it away. Brad is a businessman. I figure he can make a lot more than that. 'Five thousand for both... and ten percent of the profit for Carly... and you mentioned a finder's fee?'

'I did,' he looks from Carly back to me, 'but we can discuss that in private.'

'We can discuss it here. I don't intend to profit off of her.'

He shrugs, 'A thousand is the usual.'

'Is she the usual?'

He huffs, 'One thousand unless you guarantee me six full movies. Today will only be twenty minutes and won't count.'

I nod, 'One thousand then. A thousand for the finder's fee, and a thousand for me as an actor, and five percent of profits and we have a deal.'

Brad grunts and smiles ruefully, but he reaches out to shake my hand when Carly hums. I look down at her, 'Permission to speak, Sir?' I raise my eyebrow and she turns to Brad. 'And the nipple clamps and the shibari ropes?'

Brad grins at her, 'You drive a hard bargain.' Carly smiles back and we shake hands, 'We have a deal then.'

'Put it in writing and we will sign it.'

He left us alone then and I took a picture of the sleeve before untying it. It is so simple, but beautiful. I told her to swing her arms and then I massaged her shoulders. I ordered her to stand -- present and took another picture of the shibari on her torso front and back, but left it in place. Brad returned with forms and two checks. We signed a copy of the contract for him and two copies for us. A check written out to Carly for $6000 and a check to me for $1000. Back on her knees, she broke down in tears when she saw hers. I pulled her back onto my lap and hugged her, kissing her eyes and brushing the tears away.

It didn't take her long to settle. Brad made himself scarce coiling the sleeve rope and retrieving the clamps before returning to us. He gave me a thumb drive and an iPhone cord and I downloaded all of the videos and pictures from my phone to the computer and then copied them to the thumb drive. When I handed it to him he said, 'Well, I'll be in touch.'

We stood and I shook his hand, 'Thanks for everything.'

He smiled, 'Sure, Vanilla, any time.'

I laughed and pulled Carly to me as he walked away. I looked down at her, 'You're naked!' Her eyes got big and she curled into me. 'Pack up!' Other people were still milling around, but they weren't paying any attention. 'Do you think we can find the dressing room?' I paused for drama, 'if not, I guess you'll have to go home in your birthday suit!' She shivered. I swatted her butt playfully, 'I'm proud of you.' She gave me the toy bag and I swung it over my shoulder.

'Thank you, Sir. It was an amazing experience!'

'For me too. Now, arms folded behind your back and a pace behind me... like you are proud to be my sub.'

'Sir, I am proud! And proud that you are my Dom!'

I kissed her impulsively again and looked down at her, 'I don't ever want you to regret that.' She nuzzled into me and I held her another minute before swatting her again, 'now... where is that dressing room?'

He made a few 'unintentional' wrong turns until we paraded by everyone in the building... When we were outside the dressing room he spoke again, 'No underwear. Shibari stays on.'

I grinned, 'Yes, Sir!'