Bosom Bondage Buddies, Part 2

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 31 - Milord Atlas

Though the liquid breakfast Kelly provided the next morning was delightful, we generally liked to include a little variety, especially on Sunday morning, so we got dressed to go out. Kelly laced me tightly into a shimmery midnight-blue satin corset and I pulled on one of the leather minis I liked so well, plus a midnight satin blouse that buttoned down the front. I was proud to show off my cleavage so I left several buttons undone, allowing the corset to maximize the display of my new assets. Earrings, jewelry, and the towering satin pumps Kelly had first provided for me completed the basic outfit with elegance and style. Kelly matched my outfit, choosing ice-blue for her corset and blouse to set off her own eyes, and we were about ready to go out when the doorbell rang.

Vixen stood outside, still bound in her chains but without a gag. She had pushed the button with her arm, only able to reach it since her own sky-high heels put it at the level of her elbow. She was holding a small bag behind her back in her bound hands.

"Come in," I offered, "you're looking more beautiful than ever."

"Thank you, Milady," she said. "I feel wonderful! But I am not allowed to enter. My owner has a present for Milady Brandy. In return, he asked if you might exchange these bonds for the armbinder I wore before. In addition, he asked for the keys to the car you drove last night, and those to the house which I brought here before we left yesterday."

"Are you sure you want to give him all your things?" asked Kelly as she took the package from Vixen's hands. I knew the answer already, for I would have gladly given Lord Odysseus everything I owned after his lesson to me. However, that wouldn't be necessary since I didn't need full-time training. Vixen merely nodded, happy in her freedom as a slave, freedom to concentrate on her own emerging nature without worry about daily management of her affairs.

I was already on my way to get her keys and the red leather armbinder. True to her command, she stood on the steps while I removed the light chain, collar, and cuffs, then replaced them with the red leather binder and its own, shorter chain.

"Please lace it extra tight, Milady," begged Vixen. "My master will check and I want him to be satisfied."

Kelly was a little concerned, again, but I knew that Lord Odysseus would take proper care of her, loosening the laces if necessary. The initial tightness, however, would be an indication of commitment and I wanted to help my former slave mate in any way I could. I pulled the laces more tightly than ever before and it was approaching the snug fit of our corsets when I finished. Vixen's arms were held closely together from the elbows down and her shoulders were pulled well back. The resulting aggressiveness with which her new tits were thrust forward certainly optimized her figure, especially since she was still lean enough not to need a corset.

"How will you carry your keys?" Kelly asked, since now Vixen's hands were fully enclosed within the binder.

"If you would be so kind, Milady, I would appreciate it if you would put them in the bag. Then I could carry it in my teeth," replied Vixen.

We opened the package she had brought to find two curved silicone-filled shapes inside, with a note. These we took out, then placed the keys inside. Vixen cheerfully took the bag in her mouth, then gave a surprisingly graceful bow that I knew must have been practiced for just this occasion, bending her knees just enough to allow slack in the chain she could use for her forward bend. Only the tension of the armbinder kept her shoulders back far enough to prevent her tits from falling out of the top of her slave dress, but she managed to retain at least a minimum of modestly throughout her motion.

"Do you need any other clothes from your house?" Kelly asked.

Vixen shook her head, unable to speak with the sack in her mouth, so I answered for her.

"I expect she'll be kept nude, except for her bonds, for at least a little while. Do you need us to call in to your work, though, to request vacation?"

She frowned in confusion for a second and I realized she hadn't thought that far ahead. However, in a moment she shook her head again. If something needed to be done, her master would do it. We each gave her a hug, she smiled a glorious smile at us, then turned back down the walk to the waiting car, turning to fall into it since she couldn't bend over. I assumed Odysseus was in it, but he never showed. Once upon a time I would have been worried about sending a friend off into absolute domination, but I had been trained by Odysseus myself and knew it would truly benefit Vixen, once known as Billie Jo, to place herself under his orders.

Once Vixen was gone, we read the note included with the items we had found in the bag. It read, "Dear Brandy, these items can be used to disguise your masculine package, giving you a feminine mound instead of a man's bulge so that the tape you generally wear will not be necessary. One is designed to fit inside your panties. The other is for when you can't wear panties, either because the line would show or because your outfit is too brief, like a swimsuit. It is held in place with the adhesive that's included. I expect you'll find them useful."

The note was signed, "Lord Odysseus."

I was anxious to try them on, but I had already taped my bulge into obscurity and decided not to waste the work I had done. As time went on, I was becoming more and more comfortable with my life as Brandy and didn't feel a panicked rush to make everything happen at once. These presents would wait, though a part of me wanted to immediately don the minimum sized one and shop for a skimpy bikini.

At brunch I brought up the question of how to introduce Rocky to this latest adventurous addition to our lifestyle.

"I can't see him as a slave, though he would look unbelievable in a tight leather thong and chains!" I suggested.

Kelly giggled at the image, but agreed, "No, he definitely would need to be the master. It's too bad that the bondage parties are restricted to one master per slave. Rocky and Raven would make a terrific pair, but they couldn't share Angel. I wonder if we could borrow Vixen."

"No," I said, "we can't interfere with her training. I guess Rocky will just have to meet Raven at a later time. Now let's see, he can't be Rocky at the party. How about Milord Atlas?"

"Perfect!" Kelly exclaimed. "He's certainly strong enough for the part."

"I'll call him later and invite him to the next party. We won't tell him anything about it except that it's a costume party, and that we have his costume. That should keep him guessing!" I laughed.

When I called him, Rocky agreed to come to the party. He said that he would fly out in one of his company planes, and asked if we would arrange ground transportation. Kelly and I decided to splurge and rent a limousine for the occasion, both to show Rocky how much we appreciated him, and for the spectacular entrance it would make at the bondage party.

The next morning when we got up, I immediately tried out the disguise mound that Lord Odysseus, really the cosmetic surgeon Dr. Sanford, had provided. It was perfect, as though it had been molded exactly to my shape. When I tucked it into my panties I took on a little bit of a tummy, adding a gently feminine curve downward from just below my navel. My masculine package was submerged in this smooth shape, the combination soft enough that I wouldn't need to worry about a man's leg sliding up between mine and discovering my secret.

It was so convincing that I wore it all that day. I tried out the smaller one the next day, gluing it in place with the special adhesive. It worked nearly as well, though it was constrained by how far it could blend out the curves. Still, I felt I could wear a skimpy bottom without worry about showing an unnatural shape. Thanks also to Dr. Sanford, I had a real set of tits to display within a revealing top. The disguise mounds were actually more comfortable than the tight tape I had been wearing, so I left it on and went shopping. The color matched my own skin beautifully, and there was even a delicate fringe of hair decorating the mound, so for the first time I could strip in a dressing room without worrying about watching salesclerks. I found a dangerously revealing bikini in a deep wine red and felt I could now hit the beach if I needed to.

Our outfits for the day Rocky arrived used the midnight and ice blue color schemes. I really thought that Kelly's alternative in dark red and pink was pretty, but I preferred the blues when we wanted to really impress someone. The dresses were in a smooth knit material, sized a little too small for us so that we could emphasize our feminine shapes. We went braless to celebrate my new tits, particularly the protruding nipples, and left the front of the zippered dresses open low enough that it would be clear that we were all natural under the thin material.

The chauffeur for the limousine when it arrived was a gorgeous blonde with spectacular legs, highlighted by heels almost as tall as those we wore and tiny, tight shorts even more revealing than our skirts. I should have known that Kelly would choose a limousine service that employed pretty drivers. The chauffeur was very capable though. She got the long car into our driveway in good order, then held the door for us. Kelly got in, but I paused at the door.

"I think I owe you an apology," I told her as I prepared to enter the car.

"Ma'am?" she said, not understanding.

"I'll take it back if you call me ma'am," I warned, though I let a twinkle show I wasn't really mad, "but I must admit I assumed you got this job based only on your beauty, but you're obviously very capable."

"Thank you, . . uh . . miss," she said.

"Call me Brandy," I told her. "Formality is for stuffed shirts." Then I took a deep breath, demonstrating what was stuffing my shirt.

It was a reflex, really. I tended to flirt with anyone that caught my eye, and that was just about anyone. My dual nature kept me interested in women, while Lord Odysseus's instruction had given me a whole new understanding of what it meant to be a woman, and to be loved by a man. The chauffeur's reaction was more than I expected, however. She took her own deep breath, a rush of color flooded her cheeks, and her tongue danced lightly over her lips. She looked away quickly, but in a second a side glance returned, trying to ensure my interest while revealing her own.

"What is your name," I asked.

"Cheryl," she replied, still blushing and breathing roughly.

"Well, Cheryl," I smiled sensuously at her, hinting at pleasures too intense for words, "when we get back from our party, perhaps we can tell you about it."

"Yes, . . Brandy, I'd like that," she said softly, embarrassed but too excited to deny her interest.

I slid into the car, so much easier when not wearing chains, and was immediately embraced by Kelly, kissing me hotly, rubbing her tits against mine.

"You're absolutely shameless," she giggled, "next you'll be shooting fish in a barrel. But you are so HOT! That smile you gave her made me flow so much it'll probably look like I peed in my panties."

"Let me check," I offered with a grin, reaching for her skirt.

"Don't you dare," she laughed, "we need to keep neat until Rocky sees us!"

"Just until he sees us?"

"And until we're private, again."

"You certainly make a lot of conditions. How about if we limit the conditions to just reasonably private, like right now?" I said as I reached to caress her magnificent tits. I noticed Cheryl watching us in the rear view mirror, and caught her eyes with mine to let her know I saw her. Then I reached under Kelly's skirt to caress her with one hand while I fondled my own tit with the other. Cheryl blushed furiously, then looked away, but in a second I saw her eyes return to the mirror. My grin at catching her re-ignited her cheeks, but she licked her lips in interest and didn't move her eyes away until she needed to in order to drive. Kelly was gasping by this time, and her panties really were wet with her flowing nectar. Never one to go back on a promise, I stroked her to a tumultuous orgasm, less intense than when she was bound, but more visible. Of course, I knew Cheryl was watching, so the visible nature of Kelly's orgasm was a bonus, not a detriment.

Despite the distraction, Cheryl got us to the airport before the plane arrived. In fact, we were just a little bit early and were watching as it pulled up to the executive ramp. The corporate-style jet was a beautiful Citation 5, elegant and roomy with a maximum capacity of eight or nine. Again I was surprised, and again I shouldn't have been, to see the flight crew were both beautiful women. Since Rocky had to be about the most desirable bachelor in the world, rich, handsome, wonderful to be around, I should have known that his staff would be deluged with requests from attractive women for any and all job openings. The slightest encouragement from Rocky and his staff would have selected the prettiest candidates from the multitudes offered. That might have been part of the reason Rocky was attracted to Kelly and me. We obviously weren't after him for his money, or with matrimony in mind, but we were also pretty decorative.

Once the flight crew had shut down the plane, Rocky came down the steps and met us at the door. Every time I saw him I was impressed again with just how big he was. After being Milady Raven and after our time with Odysseus, who was only a little above average in height even though much above average in muscles, my scale for men had changed. In my towering heels I felt strong and powerful, able to dominate most men and all women. Until I saw Rocky again, that is. Next to his massive masculinity I again felt delicately feminine, soft and small. I flowed toward his arms, intending to greet him with a passionate kiss as soon as I was close enough, before my beloved rival Kelly could do the same.

But he held me back at arms length and exclaimed, "Brandy! You look incredible. I didn't remember that you had such delightful . . curves."

"They're just the first of many surprises we have for you," I said, hinting at the others with a wink.

"I can't wait," he said, gathering me into his arms for the delayed kiss. After an instant in his embrace I didn't want to wait either as he kindled within me the flames of need that were always close to ignition. I rubbed my smooth mound up against him, provoking another start of surprise, and he pulled me back so that he could see my face. His eyes asked just how much I had changed my body, but this time I shook my head, no, grinning at his wonder.

Then it was Kelly's turn for a kiss, her own magnificent tits were constrained only by the tightly-knit material and were much more prominent than mine. I thought her nipples were glorious before he kissed her, but the way they extended after their lips met showed me just how spectacular my wife's mammary development really was. When I was in the pleasant position Rocky now occupied, my view was a bit restricted and my hands had obviously never quite conveyed the message. When we got back in the limo, we were all breathing roughly, even though for once Kelly and I weren't constrained by corsets.

"You have got to explain how you can look so natural," Rocky said, tentatively fondling my smooth breast. His eyes widened when he got a response from the nipple as it grew into a hard button under his fingers. My own reaction to his touch was a sharp gasp, the developing nerves sending a delicious tingle through my body.

"They look natural because they are, or at least, they're as real as those on any other woman with a good cosmetic surgeon," I explained, then unzipped my dress to my navel and pulled it open to show my gorgeous curves. He reached for smooth mound of flesh, tracing the microscopic line of the scar, then lightly stroking the hot, swollen nipple.

"That's an important commitment, you've made," he said, serious for a moment. "Have you made others?"

"Not that modify my body," I assured him, "the doctor gave me a little cushion to hide my cock, but it's still there."

"Good," Rocky smiled, "I like you just the way you are, though the improvements are wonderful! Whatever made you decide to do that?"

"Well, it's a long story, but the condensed version is that our neighbor, Billie Jo, decided to go in for enhancement. She asked me to come along for moral support, and somehow or another I ended up in the bed next to her at the hospital," I explained.

"Would you like something to drink?" I offered, preparing to spring our next surprise.

"Sure, I suppose this occasion qualifies for champagne," he suggested.

I glanced at Kelly to see her own secret shining in her eyes, anxious to be shared.

"Actually," I grinned, "I think I'd like something different to drink."

"Like what?" Rocky asked.

"Oh, I was thinking about fresh milk," I hinted, winking at

Kelly. Rocky noticed the byplay, but he didn't understand. Yet.

"I'll check, there should be some in this limo's refrigerator," he offered.

"No thanks," I declined. "I want some really fresh milk."

That statement confused him until Kelly unzipped her own dress to expose her full, beautiful tits. I leaned forward to suck at one nipple while she brought the other to her own lips. In a second, I was rewarded by warm sips of really, really fresh milk, while Kelly's heavenly expression indicated she was receiving her double pleasure as well.

"Would you like some?" I offered, leaning back from Kelly's lovely source. Rocky was too amazed to move, looking at us with his mouth hanging open. However, his panting breath and the hard rocks in his pants showed how excited he was.

"If you're not interested, I'll take advantage of the opportunity myself," I warned.

"No, I'm interested," he said. "You girls are truly amazing.

I can't imagine what else you'll come up with."

He leaned forward to sample Kelly's refreshment, sucking strongly on the nipple I had abandoned. His throat began to work as he swallowed his reward and a strange, soft expression appeared on his face, as though he were transformed back into a small, carefree child. Kelly's expression continued to show the deep pleasure she was enjoying, and once again I resolved to see if we could get my own supply started, though I would never hold nearly as much as Kelly.

Even her supply was drained in a short while, however, so we did break out the champagne as a dessert, eating the fruits that had also been supplied with the limousine. The ride was as elegant as only a limo can be, smooth, fast, luxurious. This time I wasn't able to flirt with the chauffeur, since Rocky was there. Lord Odysseus had taught me to truly appreciate men, but I was still pretty focused on women. Only a few outstanding exceptions among men really excited me, especially once my confidence had increased enough that I didn't need continual reinforcement of my attractiveness, but I still considered pretty women very interesting. So did Rocky, but I was glad that at this moment his interest was focused on Kelly and me. I remembered our trip out, though, and did manage to catch Cheryl's eyes once to confirm her interest. The promise in her expression brought my sensitive nipples to attention within the thin dress, provoking a bit of tease from Kelly as we exited the car.

She laughed and said, "Goodness, Brandy, you're no better at concealing your thoughts now than you were when you used to let your cock show through tight pants. Put you next to someone sexy and something's gonna get hard."

"Speak for yourself. The only reason you don't give yourself away is that you're nipples are always enormous," I said as I reached over to lightly pinch her nipple in my long red nails. "Wait till Rocky sees you in your dress, tonight."

"How long will it take you girls to get ready for the party?" he asked.

"That depends on what we're doing just before we start getting ready," I replied. My smile offered to do whatever he wanted until that time and the bulge in his pants got more sharply defined than ever.

He swept me in to his arms again for an intense, penetrating kiss. I responded more fully, more completely than I had ever done before, now trained by Lord Odysseus in total release. In an instant I was so hot I needed either a cold shower or a hot bedmate, but Rocky broke our kiss and stood back. I moaned when he raised his head, reaching with my lips for those that had abandoned me, but he stayed out of my reach.

"Goodness," he breathed. "You've changed in more ways than I knew, but all for the better."

"Goodness had nothing to do with it," I laughed with Mae West's old line, reaching again for another kiss. He smiled but held me away, "Not until you tell me about this costume party."

"It's actually not quite a costume party, though we will go in costumes," I said obliquely. "It's more of a role-playing party. You need to become another person tonight. The costume is just part of the role."

"And what role did you have in mind for me?" he asked.

"How would you like to be Milord Atlas, with two slave girls in attendance?" I offered.

"Are you serious?" he gasped in surprise, but his interest flaunted itself within his pants.

"Completely," Kelly confirmed. "In fact, we've already done it."

"You've done this before?" he asked incredulously.

"Several times," Angel replied. "Not enough, but several."

"Do you want to do this, too?" he turned to me.

"Yes, Milord Atlas. I have been both mistress and slave, as has Kelly. It's an incredible experience, one that I'm more than willing to repeat. The party we're going to is a bondage party. Those who attend are expected to act their parts, not just dress for them. I make a most convincing mistress, and a most desirable slave."

"Which did you enjoy more?" he asked in wonder, not believing this latest outrageous facet of our lifestyle.

"I have only been a slave girl once," I replied, "before tonight. I would have said I enjoyed being a dominant more, but at the last party, Milady Halo, who is Kelly's dominant, sold me to a wonderful master. He taught me things that I can't wait to show you, things that I just know will be even more wonderful with you."

"What sort of things?" he demanded, shock mixing with irritation in his expression.

"Things I can only show you, but how to really kiss you is only a small taste of the pleasures we can now share. It was wonderful, but he was only a teacher. You're the one who can give those pleasures real meaning."

He shook his head, not in refusal, but in wonder at our willingness to do something he thought was distasteful. For him, it would have been, but with the right master (or mistress) I was willing to be a slave girl.

"Milord Atlas, we really do enjoy this," I assured him. "For a little while, we can allow ourselves to be as sensual and attractive as we can be, trusting you to protect us. Our bonds constantly remind us that we are desirable enough to be owned and cared for. It makes for an incredible evening."

"How could you sell her to someone, to be used?" Rocky demanded of Kelly, still confused and irritated.

"Relax," I interrupted, " we knew the master before hand, and knew we could trust him. Think of it as private lessons, if it's easier for you, but there was no real force, no bullying, no pain. We, both Vixen and I, were bound but not otherwise coerced except by the force of his personality. He was a true master, but never really a lover. I think you'll like what I learned in my lesson. We weren't actually sold, either, no money was involved. If any money had changed hands, it should have been us paying him for the training."

"Vixen and I were up on the slave block, though," I laughed, trying to defuse his tension. "Milady Halo was offered a hundred thousand dollars for the pair of us, if she had really wanted to sell us. Learning how desirable we were was part of our training, and it certainly made me feel better about myself."

"I don't know," Rocky said, still a bit upset. "I hate slavery even more than I hate bullying, mostly because they're both facets of the same ugliness."

I captured his face in my hands and kissed him gently, keeping our previous passion under control. "I know," I said, "that's part of the reason we love you so much. You've never really been involved in bondage, have you?"

"No," he admitted, "only the time we made love with Kelly, when I was here before."

"Did you think she was suffering, in her bondage?" I asked.

"No, of course not," he said. "She was having a terrific time."

"Why do you think she was feeling so good?" I prodded.

"I guess it's because she could just let go, and not worry about control."

"Exactly," I confirmed. "No one with any pride or self-esteem could do that all the time, just as no one but a bully would be happy with someone so weak. But for a change of pace, for a chance to be taken to places you couldn't get to on your own, it's marvelous. Isn't it Kelly?"

"Absolutely," she confirmed. "When Milady Raven took me to my first bondage party, I felt more intensely alive, more desirable, more valuable than I have ever felt before. Even after I was Kelly again, I felt good about the desire I had provoked when I was a slave, when no one was interested in anything but my body. It's like being bound to the bed, the sensations seem to break through old limits and define a higher plane of pleasure. Being a slave in public made me feel more beautiful than anything else has ever done. I can't wait to do it again, with the right master."

"The right master is key," I continued, piling on the arguments. "It has to be someone you can trust absolutely, even more than you trust yourself. That way you can willingly surrender control in the expectation that you will be happier because of it. The master Milady Halo gave me to took me places I never expected to go, but now I know how to get there, if you'll help me return."

Rocky shook his head, but this time it was in wonder, not in denial. "Every time I think you two couldn't possible top yourselves, in outrageous, exciting, intensely hot ideas, you come up with something even more incredible than before. All right, I'll play your game. But you better understand right now, I play for keeps. While you are my slaves, I will expect absolute obedience and absolute devotion. Is that understood?"

"Absolutely," we chorused, breaking down in giggles at the release in tension.

"Do you have our costumes prepared?" Rocky asked, already beginning to take charge.

"Yes, Milord Atlas," Kelly replied.

"Including one for you, Milord Atlas," I smiled, the heat behind my lashes hinting at the virility he would display.

"Then fetch them," he ordered.

Kelly scurried off to get our slave outfits while I went and got the outfit for Milord Atlas. His outfit was more fitting for a comic-book superhero than a real man, but then, Rocky was about the size and shape of a superhero, complete to the rugged manhood of his features. We had gotten him a stretchy spandex unitard that fit him tighter than a glove. The black material caught highlights from everywhere and flashed as his muscles rippled with animal power. Under the wide black shoulder straps of the unitard, we gave him a pirate shirt complete with flowing sleeves, open at the collar to display the muscles of his massive chest. When the time came, we would use the open collar to frame one of the chains he would wear, a neck chain obviously holding the keys to our bonds. The other chain was a belt, made of massive gold links similar to those that we would wear as our bonds, but sized up to declare the strength it would take to contain his power. Shiny black boots and gauntlets with exaggerated cuffs completed his outfit, enhancing the comic-book nature of the outfit in proud celebration. Milord Atlas, his clothes declared, was indeed a superman, more powerful than ordinary mortals.

Kelly had changed to her slave dress while I was helping Milord Atlas with his clothes. His eyes lit up when he saw the dangerously revealing, outrageous costume, but his response was even more noticeable (in that tight unitard he couldn't really hide anything) when he saw the chains she carried.

"With your permission, Milord Atlas, I will show you how these chains are attached," I offered.

He nodded abruptly, striving to maintain his dominant persona.

Rocky was a powerful man in both physical and personality attributes. Anyone who could build a fortune from hard work and determination was used to giving orders to subordinates, and that aspect of being a master was no problem for him at all. The problem was the distraction Angel provided with her near nudity more emphasized than hidden by the tiny slave costume, coupled with her shining beauty and glorious figure. It took a dedicated, conscientious master like Lord Odysseus to overcome the natural urges demanded by Angel's intense femininity. For Rocky, it was almost too much. However, he forced his mouth closed by sheer determination and watched as I chained Angel.

That nearly did him in again. The shining gold links of her collar, cuffs, and chains lifted her back to that matchless image of innocence and sensuality that only Angel possessed. I was watching his reaction first with amusement, then with growing concern, not that I would have minded an interesting interlude, but I was afraid his unitard was going to explode in the vicinity of his visibly pulsing erection. From my own experience I knew it must have long passed the painful stage, and I wondered if he would go on with our plans for the evening. In a moment, Angel was bound, the links of the chains tinkling their constant melody of submission, and Milord Atlas placed the keys on the chain about his neck while I left to change my own clothes.

When I returned, Milord Atlas was kissing Angel, pulling her slender waist to him, wrapping her in his massive arms with a physical dominance that even Lord Odysseus could not match. The pain of his erection was balanced by the incredible erection in Angel's nipples, straining against the thin fabric. I wasn't really jealous of my wife in the ordinary sense, just jealous that I wasn't getting my share of the loving that our master was dispensing, so I coughed to get their attention.

"Milord Atlas, would it be your pleasure to chain me at this time?" I asked demurely, holding out the chains, including the link for my hair.

He looked at that link, but tossed it on the table. "I prefer your hair to be loose and flowing," he declared. But he took the collar and fastened it around my neck, leaving the lock open as he had seen me do for Angel. The bracelets followed, and then the ankle cuffs. Before he fastened the chain to my collar, he pulled it slowly through his fingers, letting the gold shine against the black depth of his gloves. He twirled his finger silently and I turned around, listening once again for the terribly important click as he fastened the first of my locks. Milord Atlas quickly completed my bondage, clicking my wrists together behind my back, and my ankles to the hobble.

"Are there any other bonds?" he asked.

"Yes, Milord," I confirmed, "in the package on the table."

With my eyes I indicated the package I had brought out when I returned in my own brief slave dress. He reached inside and drew forth first a golden chain leash, which he placed aside as he looked for what else was in the package. The next item to be withdrawn was one of the ball gags. Once again his eyes widened at this further sign of abject submission.

"Have you actually worn this?" he asked, wonder again in his gaze.

"Yes, Milord," we both confirmed.

I could see he didn't particularly care if we could speak or not, but curiosity at what the ball gags would do, what they would look like, flared in his eyes and I could tell he would place them on us. He moved to me and I opened my mouth, taking the ball behind my teeth. He fastened it in place below the mass of my flowing hair and stood back to look at me. There was sympathy in his eyes, but also such intense desire that I knew he realized my appearance, my submission, was exciting him as much as it excited me. Even aside from the expression in our eyes, however, the signs of our excitement were flamboyantly displayed in my erect nipples and his throbbing bulge. He shook his head again at our unbelievable willingness to explore outrageous fantasies, but he moved to place Angel's gag in her mouth as well.

"Is there anything else?" he asked, smiling at the realization that we couldn't speak to answer him, but informing us by his question that he expected us to solve the problem somehow.

Angel looked about uncertainly, not sure if there was anything else to do before we left, but I decided I would rise to the challenge and stepped with the tiny stride allowed by my hobbles to where my purse was sitting. I reached behind myself to pick it up and opened it. Inside were both the location to give the driver of the limousine, and the money to pay for our entry fees to the bondage party. Working by feel, I extracted these from the pocket of my purse where I had placed them, then walked to Milord Atlas and turned slightly to offer them to him. He smiled at my success, but said nothing. Once Angel saw how to get something, she used a similar technique for our domino masks, offering them to our master as well. He put his on, then put ours on us, carefully working the elastic under my flowing hair. He placed the other items, including a few things from his own wallet, within the extended cuffs of his gauntlets. Taking up our leashes he hooked them to our collars and walked to the door, sauntering with relaxed power that I knew was scaled to the pace we could maintain in our hobbles. We left the house in his wake and stood quietly while he locked up. Then he started us toward the limousine with a negligent tug on our leashes and we meekly followed.

When Cheryl saw us walking toward the limo revealed in our tiny dresses and chained from head to foot, she gasped in amazement. But her face also heated with a warmth that was not due to embarrassment, but obvious desire. She looked at me with an expression that shouted of her need, and I felt it was as much for the experience of being bound as for the sexual stimulation her body was craving. If I hadn't been gagged I might have suggested that she take the place of one of the slave girls so that I could be Milady Raven again, but there wasn't really time to start over. Besides, I wanted to serve Milord Atlas later that evening as his slave girl.

When we reached the limousine, Milord Atlas lifted each of us into the car with negligent strength, casually placing us on the jump seats with our chains led beside the narrow cushions. He fastened our seatbelts around us and slid to his own seat after handing Cheryl the directions to the party. She closed his door and hurried to the driver's seat, backing smoothly from the driveway and heading toward the freeway. Milord Atlas looked at us for a short while, but reached to remove our gags before we even left our neighborhood.

"I may replace these later, but for now I think I would like you to talk to me," he said.

"Yes, Milord," we answered.

At his order we told him of our previous parties, right up until we were sold. At that point I requested permission to hold of on further explanations until later, when I could show him rather than try to put it into words. He was about to demand I go forward, but the promise in my eyes of what I would show him made him decide to wait for the experience. He filled us in on his activities until we reached the neighboring city where the bondage party was being held.

  

  

  

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