Bosom Bondage Buddies, Part 2

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 30 - Owned, Free, Fulfilled

  

Our new owner hurried us to the car. He placed us in it with due care, after all we were expensive property, but he treated us as property, without interest in our wants or desires. Our gags and bonds were kept in place, the seat belts fastened over our waists, and then Milord Odysseus turned to Milady Halo. He helped her into the passenger seat with careful courtesy, but he took the keys to Billie Jo's car without question, obviously intending to drive. In a few minutes the car was on the freeway and speeding back toward our city. The drive seemed to take forever, our owner and Milady Halo held quiet conversation on inconsequential things, ignoring the property in the back seat. When we approached our home city, Milord Odysseus took a different exit than we expected and drove to a better part of town than we lived in. Pulling up in front of a large home, beautifully landscaped, he stopped the car and lifted us out.

In our own driveway at home, we were shielded enough from neighbors that our outrageous costumes and our bondage were not too obvious. Milord Odysseus had parked at the street in front of his house, however, and we would be exposed for blocks in each direction as we moved up the sidewalk. He seemed totally unaware, or uncaring, of any sense of exposure though, and just started up the walk, tugging on our leashes. We scurried after him again, still bound and gagged, hobbled into tiny steps.

Milord Odysseus's house was a sprawling ranch design, all on one floor so that our hobbles presented no additional problems as he led us into a comfortable den area. He hadn't said anything since we arrived at his home until he was ready for the next stage in whatever plan he had for us.

"Lady Halo, make yourself at home, of course. However, I would ask you not to touch my slave while I am busy with the other one."

With that, he took off my leash and dropped it casually on a small table.

"Vivid, stand quietly. I'll be back in a little while."

Right. Like I had a lot of choice. My wrists were closely held by the lock connecting them to the golden chain dangling from my collar, and my hobbled ankles wouldn't allow me to sit unless someone lifted me into the chair. He didn't even remove my gag so I stood there, mouth stretched around the red rubber ball, and watched him lead Vixen off by the leash still attached to her collar.

Milady Halo watched him go, too. She had a more quizzical expression on her face than she had worn before and it became apparent that she had not expected all of this either. Then she looked at me, standing tall, head up, shoulders back, magnificent and beautiful, but totally obedient to my dominant owner. She walked over to me, though she didn't touch me.

"Don't worry, he promised to give you back to me no later than tomorrow morning," she said.

"There's something compelling about his eyes," she mused, now speaking as much to herself as to me. "I found myself agreeing to things I still can't quite believe. Yet I trust him when he says that both you and Vixen will be happy with the ways things will go tonight, and that I will be, too."

She wandered off to fix herself a drink, then went to the stereo to pick out some music. I stood quietly, as ordered, though I looked around the room. My long ponytail swept across my back with each head movement, a constant, sensual reminder of my beauty that was reinforced by the hard nipple points that scrubbed lightly on the back of the smooth material of my slave dress with every breath. There was a clock within my field of view so I was able to keep track of the time, and it was only about fifteen minutes before Milord Odysseus re-entered the room, without Vixen.

"Now, Vivid, you will come with me. Vixen is sleeping and we will let her rest for a while. Lady Halo, I may be a little longer this time. Feel free to take a short nap if you desire, either here on the couch or in any unoccupied room, but I would ask you not to disturb Vixen."

He left, telling me with his eyes to follow, though he didn't reattach the leash. I scurried after him, compelled to obey regardless of physical links. As I passed the open door to the room where he had taken Vixen, however, I glanced inside. She still wore her chains, though her gag was removed, but she slept soundly. On her face was a gentle smile of relaxed satisfaction, more innocent and happy than I had ever seen her wear. I never realized before how softly feminine she could look when the tension was out of her face. When I had seen her sleeping before, when we had been together, even her dreams must have retained some element of tension that was now relieved.

Milord Odysseus led me into another bedroom and closed the door behind us. He stood there looking at me for a long minute, a confident smile on his lips but a bit of question in his eyes. He didn't touch me in any way, standing back to regard me again while I stood still bound, gagged, and hobbled.

"Vivid, you are unique," he began. "I knew from the first time I saw her in my office exactly what to do with Vixen. I can tell you a lot about her background without any input from you or her. In fact, I think I will, so that you'll accept the truth of what I will tell you about yourself, later."

"She grew up in a family with lots of men, but no strong female presence. Her mother wasn't in the picture, maybe sick, divorced, perhaps she died, so Vixen never had a female role model when she was growing up. No child abuse, I expect, just no female presence. As a result, she kept herself lean and hard, rejecting the softness that should be part of a beautiful woman. Her hair was always short, her clothes neat but not terribly flattering. Then a short while ago she went through a transition and began to come alive. She talked about that a little in her office visit, when she was explaining her desire for breast enhancement, if you'll remember. Since this was about the same time as your own transition, perhaps you had something to do with it?"

I nodded in response to his question. Clearly, he had understood her pretty well.

"I'll bet she hadn't even been with a man before a few months ago, and that the first time was with you, in some non-threatening situation," he continued. "And I'll bet she's the one that asked you to form a matched slave pair with her, since Angel is clearly too different in appearance."

I nodded again, this time impressed with a conclusion I didn't think was nearly so obvious.

"Vixen has always felt out of place, different, isolated from those around her. She wasn't a man, but also wasn't quite sure how to act as a woman, so she worked out some sort of unsatisfactory compromise. I'll bet she identified with you more than anyone she's ever met, since you are the essence of compromise."

"You and Lady Halo may not realize it, though Vixen is beginning to, but her dreams have just come true. At least they're on the road to coming true. She will be my new slave girl. Her needs are primarily to be able to realize it's acceptable to be soft, to be feminine and that she can do that without losing the mental strength that is independent of gender, nor the physical fitness she's so justly proud of. I'll train her for a while, probably about six months but whatever it takes. At the end of that time, she'll be an intensely feminine woman, comfortable in her identity, proud in her beauty. I'll find her a good husband and they'll be happily married. I've done this several times and each of my trainees has thanked me. All of the marriages have worked, too. No divorces, lots of children. Don't worry about Vixen, even though she'll be moving in with me. I'll make arrangements about her house, for the time she's away. You'll see her on occasion, as well."

"On the other hand, you're not so easy to understand," he continued, a thoughtful expression overlaying his confident smile. "You're obviously not a slave personality. I could see your discomfort in the role until you finally found your persona as an insatiable wanton. Even that was just a role, though you might be surprised at how close to your own desires that really is. Nonetheless, you're the dominant one. I'll bet you invented the roles for Raven, Angel and Huntress, telling Angel to be innocent and Huntress to be predatory. When the time came to switch roles, the Lady Halo probably didn't tell you anything about how to act. She's not really a dominant type, however much she might like to think so. I'm sure you noticed that Vixen just resurrected her predator role, but you had to invent your own slave personality, just as you invented the personalities of Raven, Angel, and Huntress."

"However, neither of the bondage roles are really you. Raven is closer, of course. You were only the slave girl Vivid so that Vixen could have a slave mate, but Brandy is actually closest to your personality. Hmm, that may be it. Ran was boring, at least in your mind. That was obvious when you visited my office for your hair removal treatments. Brandy is your interesting persona. I'll bet Ran is a genius in his professional field, but as a man he's pretty average. In contrast, Brandy is flamboyant, unique, memorable. Ran's genius comes through in the perfection of your impersonations. Even as Vivid the slave girl you're more desirable than Vixen or Angel, but you're still an incomplete compromise."

"I want to help you, too, but I have to figure out what you really need," he continued. Throughout his discussion, he hadn't asked my opinion on anything, of course, merely soliciting confirmation on his conclusions about our history, confirmation he fully expected since he was confident about his abilities. He wasn't asking for my opinion on what I needed, either. Nonetheless, he had demonstrated such incredible insights into our lives that I was convinced he could indeed help me, too. Until he indicated the path he would take.

"Okay, for you we need to make the Brandy persona complete. You can still play at being Raven and I'll probably have you be Vivid on occasion in order to help with Vixen's training. But Brandy is the one who has to have her conflicts resolved. You really are a wanton person, ready to enjoy passion with anyone and sensual enough to want to make it enjoyable. You clearly love Kelly and want to continue pleasing her with your cock, which is fine. That's a good approach. However, you don't feel you can be sufficiently pleasing to a man since you don't have a vagina. I guess I'll show you how to use your other receptacle."

His casual statement didn't sink in for a second, then I realized he was planning to fuck me in the ass again!

I tried to cry out around the gag as I stumbled back in horror, my bondage now a terrifying reminder of my rape by Dart Tanyon. I almost fell in my hobbles as I tried to back away from Odysseus and I looked wildly around the room trying to find some way to hide from his advance. I was too slow, too constrained, of course, and his strong arms were around me in a heartbeat.

He just held me, however, not making any advance beyond a warm embrace. He didn't even say anything until he could feel my breathing steady down, my heartbeat return from the borders of shock.

"Now that was an unexpected response. You've obviously had an unpleasant experience. Tell me about it," he commanded as he removed my gag.

Perhaps it was the fact that he held me with my head over his shoulder so that I couldn't see his face that allowed me to start pouring out my story. It made it impersonal, somehow, as though I were talking to myself. I started with the cruise where I had met Rocky Thornton since Odysseus had already deduced everything about the transition in my external appearance. I explained how I had wanted to please Rocky, but could only offer him oral pleasure. Then I explained about Dart Tanyon, and his brutal rape. I didn't really describe what we did in return, only saying that with Rocky's help we convinced Tanyon that he had been wrong. Then I described the final night in our house, where Rocky and Kelly had accepted me as the unique person I felt myself to be. When I ran down, Odysseus released me from his arms and stood back, though I still wore my chains.

"I see," he said. "I didn't pick up on the fact that you had been raped. I expect the retaliation on this Tanyon person helped you to bury that pretty deep. Let me make one thing very clear. I won't hurt you and I won't rape you. If you'll let me help you, I can show you a way to fulfill yourself, but you've got to want to do so. I want you to answer one question. If you could enjoy having Rocky make love to you, would you like him to?"

"Well, yes, of course," I said. "But I can't. I don't have the right plumbing for him, and I won't give up my cock, or Kelly."

"I never said you should," he corrected me. Then without another word he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Before, our kisses had been fun, the passion limited, the meaning shallow. Now, he took me where I had never been before, even with Rocky. The gray pools of his eyes seemed to call to me and I felt myself sinking deeply into them as my own eyes languidly closed. There was no feeling of rush, no feeling that this was only a prelude to something else. It was as though my whole world narrowed to the warmth and true passion flowing from his lips to mine. I felt my heart steady down from the borders of panic that still had gripped it and realized that my arms were now tugging at my chains in an attempt to return his embrace, just as I tried to return the emotion transmitted by his lips and gently probing tongue.

There was something absolutely unique about his kiss. It sent a message of confidence, of caring, of sensual passion, and above all of absolute trust, but not one of philios love. Agapao, the willingness to sacrifice to help someone, and eros, physical desire were there, but not philios, the sort of deep commitment of friendship that the Greeks described as brotherly love, not because it was only between brothers, but to distinguish it from sexual attraction. Odysseus was not to be my life's companion, that sort of love fell to Kelly and perhaps to Rocky. Odysseus was not my friend, he was my owner, my master. Embedded in his kiss was an offer to be my teacher, as well.

He stepped back from his embrace and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist exposing my erect nipples, my newly beautiful curves. His tongue traced lazy circles around each hard button, then he began to suck on them, pulling harder and harder. His teeth began to lightly catch on each one in turn, teasing them to greater and greater excitement, building an electric fire that spread back from those swollen points to warm my entire body. I felt the pressure of arousal in my manhood, buried within the straps I used to conceal it. That was unexpected, not only had the recent hormone treatments helped to control that reflex, but even earlier when I had been kissing Rocky or sucking on his cock, my own had remained soft. It had seemed that when I was actively performing as a woman, my manhood stayed quiescent. Yet now, Odysseus was stimulating me through a uniquely feminine channel, yet I was demonstrating a masculine response.

"The first thing you have to realize, especially since your basic nature is so wanton, is that sexual stimulation is a combination of mental and physical attributes. You are intensely sensual and must accept that your entire body is designed to be responsive. You should cherish each response, including those you haven't discovered yet," instructed Odysseus.

He pulled the brief hem of my minidress up and began to gently remove the tape hiding my manhood. The thong bikini I wore under the tape soon followed and I saw my long cock sticking aggressively forward from under the skirt. My wrists were still bound behind me, but my only struggles were connected with a desire to return the favor, to stimulate his excitement to match my own. Nonetheless, my hands were bound, so the caresses were all one-way, from Odysseus to me.

He began to stroke my erection in his strong, masculine hands. No one had ever done that before. Rocky had touched me briefly in the night when Kelly was the receptacle for us both, but it had been only a confused, tentative squeeze on the small portion of my cock that wasn't down her throat. Odysseus was running his hands over the entire length of my sword, setting fire to the sensitive nerve endings.

"Your nipples and your cock are your nerve centers most sensitive to physical stimulation," Odysseus explained. "But the third most sensitive area can also be a source of intense pleasure."

He stopped his motion, provoking an uncontrollable groan from me, but he quickly returned his lips, his tongue, and his teeth, to my nipples. He bit a little more sharply this time. I gasped, but the electric fire washed through me more intensely than ever. Then he grabbed my rampant sword and squeezed tightly enough to elicit another gasp of combined pleasure and pain.

"You can feel now, how slight pain can build on other sensations to heighten them," the instruction continued, "not as an end in itself, as the sadists desire, but as a means to expand the stimulation of ready nerves. The pain loses itself within the pleasure, if the nerves are ready for that stimulation. If I bit your nipples at the very first touch, they would merely hurt, but now my teeth intensify the sensations to even greater pleasure. The same applies to all truly sensitive nerve centers. There are positive and negative approaches. I will show you the positive ones."

It was a statement, not a question. My need was building to a level I had never experienced. Every square inch of my body seemed to burn with energy that demanded a release. Then my breath was forced from my lungs so fast I couldn't even scream when one of his probing fingers stroked my anus. A part of me felt a panicked need to run, to escape, to deny the intensity of my response to his touch. My arms strained against the chains, my legs pulled at the hobble, but I couldn't move.

Like a dam breaking under intolerable stress, the total freedom that comes with absolute bondage washed through me. Even when Kelly and Billie Jo had bound me to our bed, I could have stopped them with words, or even an expression. I didn't need to use up any thought processes on direction of my arms or legs, but I had never mentally surrendered control. Tanyon's rape had shocked me into submission, but my mind rejected him even as he forced his way into my body. But with Odysseus, I realized that I was totally under his domination, that the only variable was time and in the end I would surrender to his will. And that I wanted that surrender. I couldn't be held responsible for what happened, so I was free to let my innermost feelings emerge for him to mold and develop.

I realized that his stroking finger was not painful, but pleasant, the sensations interesting at least, exciting if I let them be. His manipulations continued, his lips moving from my nipples to my own lips, his other hand continuing to stimulate my pulsing erection. My ass cheeks began to clutch at his hand, trying to draw that probing finger within me. He bent down to undo the locks holding my hobble chain in place, and my legs were free, but not my arms. The end of the chain was raised to a cleverly concealed hook in the corner post of the bed, forcing my bound arms to raise and me to bend over, my knees pressing into the bed frame so that I couldn't move forward to relieve the upward pressure on my arms. He came to stand behind me and urged my legs apart with his legs and I realized that he had removed his own clothing at some point. His expert hands returned to their stimulation of my tits and my cock, resurrecting the intensity of their excitement. One of his hands moved back behind me, disappearing from my perception for a moment, then returning coated in a cool, creamy lubricant. The lubricant was smoothed over my anus, cooling the heat I felt there until my own body warmed the cream. When his finger finally penetrated me, it was so gentle and natural an extension of the stroking that he had employed that my primary sensation was one of success, as though my clenching muscles had succeeded in drawing him into my grasping receptacle.

A second finger joined the first, initiating the first feelings that I would once have described as pain. However, they were like his teeth on my nipple, adding rather than subtracting from the sensation. Nonetheless I gasped, groaning with emotions so confused I couldn't have told you whether they were need or pain, demand or rejection. He slid his fingers in and out of me while the sensation built and the pain disappeared totally, eliminated or transformed into something else, something indescribable. This time, when he withdrew his fingers I knew that my moan was desperate need, and so did Odysseus.

"Moment of truth, Brandy, not as my slave but as yourself. Do you want me to show you this pleasure?" he asked.

It was only later that I realized that he had used my real name, Brandy, rather than my slave name, Vivid. This was truly my choice and he would have stopped if I had asked him to. Not that I would, by this time I was burning with need, the need to have this man inside me.

"Yes! Oh, please yes, make me whole. Take me, please fill me and fulfill me!" I cried.

His rock hard erection slid into my ass, gliding smoothly but unstoppably to the hilt. This time there was definite pain, but it was just as definitely an extension of the incredible sensations Odysseus had awakened in me, building on them and lifting them to an unimaginable level. My anal ring squeezed him with all the strength of my body and my spirit, since my entire world had narrowed to the focus of his penetration. I felt a fire building within me that would consume me and I knew that a new person would come out the other side, if I could just complete the journey. My own erection was pulsing with the external demonstration of my internal energy, so powerful and so immense that it seemed my skin must split, that my old cock size was completely inadequate.

Finally, our actions started to affect Odysseus as well. His breath became less steady, his motion more aggressive. He began to stroke in and out of my fiery ass, setting a rhythm I was compelled to meet as I tried to capture more and more of his pounding rod. He reached around to grab my tits like handles, pulling me toward him by the sensitive nipples, teasing them to ever greater length and hardness. My own cock thrust forward, untouched but intense, ready to provide the culmination only a man can achieve, while I enjoyed a fulfillment I had thought only a woman could receive.

With a grunt of his own, Odysseus erupted into me. The unmistakable sensation of his warm seed filling my body triggered my own release and I started shooting forward onto his bed, matching each pulse in my ass with a streamer from my cock. I pumped and pumped, draining a supply that had been building for the entire evening, yet his own pulses continued just as long. Finally I began to feel my balls empty and the force of my ejections diminished. Odysseus's strokes slowed to match, and he finally stopped his motion, breathing hard but fully in control just as he was fully in me.

"You are indeed a matchlessly sensual woman, Brandy," he said. "I almost envy your Rocky, but that sort of relationship is never correct between a master and slave. He will be your lover, while I will always be your master. That is why you can't really be Raven. You love your friends too much to do what they need, too little to sacrifice their friendship to meet those needs. However, Kelly has such a well-integrated personality that I couldn't help her much anyway. She can play at being a slave, which she really enjoys, but she doesn't need to truly be a slave. She just needs to have a sister to share secrets with, and a man to share her bed. You can do that yourself, without me. Rocky is probably in for a bit of a surprise, though."

The expression in his voice demonstrated the smile that must be on his face as surely as if I could see it. He withdrew from my ass, but he didn't lower my arms just yet. Instead, he moved my legs together and threaded the thong bikini I had worn back up my legs.

"Your cock will stay flaccid until you get home. You won't need the tape any more tonight," he explained. Then he lowered my arms, but didn't release them. Instead he reattached the hobble chain, then reached for the gag as well.

"I want you to reflect on what you learned tonight, before you try to explain it to Lady Halo," he explained as he fitted the ball into my mouth. "I'll tell her to leave the gag on until you're home. That will give you enough time to decide what it means to you."

He led me from the room to find Milady Halo sleeping on the couch, a softly innocent smile showing that her dreams were as pleasant as those still capturing Vixen in the other room. Milord Odysseus attached my leash then dropped the end at my feet, pointing to me to stay in position, then gently prodded the slumbering Milady Halo.

"Vivid has completed her training, at least for this evening," he informed her. "Except that she is to wear the gag until you undress her at your house. After that, she can explain her lesson, as well as the training plan for Vixen, who will stay here. I'll let you find your own way out while I go to check on Vixen, but I'll be in touch."

Milady Halo gathered up my leash and led me toward the front of the house, still a little drowsy but accepting Milord Odysseus's directions. She couldn't lift me into the car by herself, but the extra height provided by the curb next to the car allowed me to squat rather than bend down to enter, yet keep my bottom high enough to sit. She moved to the driver's seat and we drove off. When we got to our house, she helped me to tumble out of the car, still crouched enough to fit through the opening while my legs were folded enough to provide the slack needed to allow my waist to bend. She took my leash in her hand and led me to the door with the hobble forcing my spiked heels to beat a faster rhythm on the walk than her own elegant boots sounded. Only when we were inside did she remove my bonds, concluding with my gag.

I stretched my cramped shoulders, then wrapped my arms around her in a passionate embrace, hugging and kissing her while I squeezed her shapely tits into my own.

"I love you," I said happily. "You are absolutely the most wonderful woman in all the world!"

"I'm glad you think so," she laughed. "Is there a particular reason you feel that way?"

"For selling me to Milord Odysseus for the evening. He has shown me a fulfillment I never even imagined could be possible."

"Just what did he do in that bedroom?" she asked.

"You're not going to believe it," I giggled, "but he fucked me in the ass. It was wonderful!"

"What?" gasped Kelly. "He raped you? And you liked it?"

"It wasn't rape, this time," I explained, then went on to tell her how he had seen the need deep within me, and helped me to see it, too, then fulfilled that need with spectacular success. We talked long into the evening and I helped her to see the validity of Odysseus's observations, including those about Kelly, Angel, and Milady Halo. When we finally went to bed after removing our dramatic makeup and our clothes, we slept in each other's arms, lifted by my erstwhile owner to a higher level of togetherness than we would ever have achieved on our own.

  

  

  

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