Bosom Bondage Buddies, Part 2

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 33 - A Perfect Match

When we reached the living room, Rocky poured me a little white wine and got himself some brandy. When he sat down, I draped myself in his lap, snuggling into his warm embrace.

"Where did you learn about those nipple clamps?" I asked with a grin.

"Did you like them?" he answered with a question and a grin of his own.

"They're incredible," I answered. "I couldn't believe how hot they made me, and how intense they made it when I exploded. Of course, you had a lot to do with that, too. The feel of you inside of me made me feel more beautiful, more desirable, more feminine than ever. My whole world seemed drawn into the sensation of your wonderful cock in my ass."

"Did it hurt?" he asked gently.

"Not a bit, once you had me ready. I'm not even sore now.

I'm telling you, it was wonderful. I wish I had known about this pleasure before, and I certainly will want to do it again, and again, and . . ."

He laughed and caught me in his arms, kissing me with joy and love, at least to start. Even after our incredible sex, however, it wasn't long before hot passion was working its way back into our emotions. I sent my tongue into his throat, then sucked on his tongue when it chased my own back into my mouth. My offer to switch targets for my lips was implied by the pressures of my mouth, but he caught my head in his hands and pulled my face back.

"Don't get me started again, so soon. I need to be able to walk in the morning," he laughed.

"Why?" I giggled. "Maybe I should tie you to our bed, and make you our sex slave for a while."

"Milady, I am already held captive by your charms. You don't need chains."

I kissed him again for his gentlemanly praise, but abruptly drew back in the middle of our building heat.

"You tricked me!" I accused him with a laugh. "You never answered my question. Who taught you about nipple clamps?"

He smiled like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, more embarrassment in his expression than I had seen all night.

"Well, actually, I never tried them before, or even saw them used. But sometimes when you're out at sea with a bunch of guys, they get to talking, and one guy in particular swore they were terrific. When you seemed interested in bondage, I decided to try them out. It seems like the guy was right."

"You can say that again. Are you going to tell him you tried his idea."

"No!" Rocky exclaimed. "I never tell anyone about my private life . . . but I do listen when others talk," he concluded with a grin.

We laughed and cuddled until nearly dawn, chatting about wild claims we had heard in conversations where women were not present. I had a few stories of my own, or at least a few stories of Ran's to contribute to the list. Kelly came walking out about the time the sun came up, still almost dressed in her slave outfit, though now it was rumpled.

"You guys been up all night?" she asked.

"I guess so," I confirmed.

"Can I make you some breakfast?" she offered.

"Would you? You're a dear. I'll just go get cleaned up.

Don't hurry though, it takes me a while to get my face on."

After my shower, I laced myself into a corset, still liking the improved figure the tight garment provided. I chose a wine-red dress, sleeveless and strapless, proudly displaying my new cleavage. Golden loop earrings, shimmery stockings and towering heels completed my outfit. When I finally emerged from the bedroom my place had been taken by Kelly. Now she was giggling and chatting on his lap, and I was about to find something suitably nasty to break up their conversation, like a glass of ice water, when she struggled to her feet.

"It's your own fault," she giggled. "I knew it takes you forever. Now you make breakfast while I get showered."

I laughed as she scurried to the bedroom, and smiled at Rocky. His neatly trimmed beard had kept us from any whisker burns, but there was a stubble on his neck. I lightly scratched the short whiskers with one elegant ruby nail.

"You better get cleaned up, too, or I'll just let her have you," I threatened.

"On my way, ma'am," he claimed, but he rose from the easy chair with a languid pace that declared insufficient energy for hurry.

"It's not possible for a woman to look as good as you, especially after a night with no sleep. What sort of sorceress are you?" he asked as he walked toward his room.

"I guess having your cock up my ass agrees with me," I giggled. "I certainly agree with it."

His response was almost a wince as my reminder of our night's exercise send a pounding surge of blood through his thick tool. But he grinned at me and shook his head as he walked off, still amazed at our adventure. I arranged a quick breakfast, high on protein to replace the energy we had burned the night before. Since I wore a corset, and Kelly did also when she emerged, Rocky ate the lion's share of the food which was all part of the plan. Once again Rocky had to leave to get back to his businesses and we escorted him to the executive terminal at the airport, where his bizjet was waiting. His beautiful flight crew was visibly distressed when we again placed our matching lipstick marks on his cheeks, but their professionalism was unimpaired and the plane departed without delay.

We had a tough job, for the next couple of months. Kelly and I had to make do with each other as lovers, since Billie Jo was off with Lord Odysseus, and Rocky was busy running his businesses. With that undiluted focus on each other, we found a richer closeness than we had shared before, but I wasn't sure if I'd survive the interesting experiments. We went to a couple of bondage parties, now always as Milady Raven and Angel. No one like the ex-master Ajax challenged me for her, but I always had to turn down multiple offers to buy her, or to train others. Finally, in the third month Rocky called to let us know he could be in town for another night as our master.

On the day of the party, we again met Rocky when his bizjet landed. This time we wore our ordinary clothes, demurely dressed in micro-miniskirts and sky-high heels. Well, maybe not so demure, but at least we were wearing our corsets so our nipples didn't show. Much. Our renewal kisses were just as passionate as ever, and his pretty flight crew were just as dismayed. This time we had just driven our car instead of using a limousine, and we were soon away from the airport on our way to our house.

After he changed clothes, Milord Atlas was resurrected in full power, his sculptured body celebrated rather than concealed in his skin-tight outfit. Angel and I put on our filmy slave dresses and kneeled at our master's feet as he considered our bonds. I expected him to add our usual chains, but he had brought something new and different with him. Our arms were bound behind our backs at both wrist and elbow with heavy gold bracelets and arm bands rather than the links of our previous cuffs. A similar wide band went around each of our necks, rigid for perhaps two thirds of the circumference and closed with a hinged lock that hid beneath our hair. This required Angel to let her hair down from the upswept style she usually wore, but our master quickly removed her hairpins and fluffed her golden tresses over the band. The wide collars were tailored to the shape of our neck, requiring us to hold our heads high. A golden ring protruded from the front of each collar and Milord Atlas attached a divided leash with two hooks to our necks, linking us together as well as to the end leading to his gloved fist. His bondage was more intense, where we wore steel, but he didn't choose to hobble us so we could actually walk easier.

We watched as Milord Atlas considered the remaining items in our array of bondage devices. Our previous cuffs and collars were unnecessary, as were the chains and leashes. However, our gags and the nipple clamps were still in the bag of implements, and we waited anxiously as he considered them.

"I don't think I'll put any of these on you, yet," he said, and we sighed in unconscious chorus. For myself, I didn't know whether my sigh was relief or disappointment, and I would have bet that Angel couldn't tell either.

At his order we struggled to our feet, at least not hobbled, and he led us to the doorway. He brought the package with our gags and nipple clamps with him, I noticed, so he could change his mind, or at least his selection at any time. It felt a little funny to be walking easily, at least as easily as our towering heels allowed, while my arms were tightly bound behind me. Milord Atlas set a faster pace than before, though, so our heels beat a quick rhythm on the walk as we hurried to keep up with his longer stride. During the trip to the bondage party, Angel and I were required to describe fantasies that could be fulfilled by the three of us, keeping all three of us hot and excited throughout the trip. Milord Atlas drove in relative silence, only encouraging us upon occasion, but I could see his eyes widen at some of our fantasies, and it was clear he was taking mental notes. At least, I hoped so.

In the ordinary car (Kelly's Camaro) we could park in the ordinary garage, so there was no need to parade through the hotel lobby. After he helped us from the car, Milord Atlas placed our domino masks on us, and donned his own. Then he placed the gags on us, but left the nipple clamps off. I looked at Angel and saw a mixture of relief and regret on her face that I knew must be mirrored in my own. We trailed behind our master into the party room, once again displaying the personas of angelic innocence and vivid lust that we had come to realize were more real than pretend.

I used every opportunity I could manage to rub myself up against my master, constantly trying to get his attention, any attention, even a careless caress. He was enjoying the obvious envy and respect from the other people in attendance, but every now and then he would rub my straining nipples through the thin slave dress, or lightly cup one of my ass globes below the hem of the tiny skirt. Once Angel realized that my nuzzling was paying off, she worked the other side of our master just as thoroughly, though both of us were prevented from getting in front of his shoulders by the chain linking our necks.

I was getting so hot at the need that was building within me that I didn't notice when Angel froze in her tracks. Didn't notice until my neck was pulled up short by the leash connecting me to her. She was grunting frantically through her gag, and used her eyes to point out to me what was exciting her. In a second, I was grunting also, pleading without words for our master's attention. Angel and I began to pull together toward the source of our excitement, though moving Milord Atlas against his will by pulling on the leash holding our necks was about as unproductive as anything I can imagine. Milord Atlas looked away from the conversation he was enjoying with a beautiful lady slaveowner (though she was not nearly as pretty as Raven, nor as dominant) with annoyance at the breakdown in our discipline, but as soon as he looked at us he realized there was really something important going on.

"What's the matter with you?" he said as he removed my gag.

"Milord Atlas, it's Vixen! She's over there. Oh, please, you must meet her."

"Vixen?" he said in puzzlement.

"Yes, Vixen, my slave sister, who was sold by Milady Halo to the same master who trained me. Please, Milord, we might lose her in the crowd!"

Angel had tried to keep her eyes on Vixen while I spoke with our master, but even in her sky-high heels she was too short to see over all the heads. I could do a little better, but Vixen was moving away from us and her shining dark hair merged with many others across the room. However, Milord Atlas consented to pursue her, so we moved off in the direction we had seen her, not even stopping to remove Angel's gag. Like a brace of hunting bitches, we pulled on the leash, dragging our master behind us. We were becoming increasingly frantic when I once again saw my slave sister's mane of glowing hair and we converged on Vixen and Lord Odysseus, who was leading her by her own leash.

Vixen had changed in the months since we had seen her. Her bonds and outfit were different, though that was the only the most obvious change. Lord Odysseus had placed her in the red leather armbinder for the evening, but the red dress she wore was not the deeply slit wisp of nylon that adorned me. Instead, she wore a butter-soft leather dress, so thin it molded to every delicious curve of her beautiful body, yet artfully draped over only one shoulder and trimmed unevenly to suggest a jungle woman's attire. She was led by a leash attached to a tall leather collar that forced her to keep her head up, just as the golden bands around our own throats forced us to an erect posture.

Unlike our towering sandals, though, her feet were bare and she padded along in a silent glide, incredibly poised, intensely alive, the ultimate female predator. Lord Odysseus must have trained her in martial arts, or dance, or both and had enhanced her natural athletic ability to an unbelievable degree. I could see the hunting look on her face, more dangerous than ever. I honestly believed this incredible woman could and would rapidly kill any prey that came close, unless she were held in check by her powerful master. She sauntered behind Lord Odysseus with loose-limbed grace, perfectly balanced at all times, muscles gliding beneath her skin with the promise of ready power. However, there was also a light of pure, boundless joy in her eyes that had only appeared in one other place that I had ever seen, in the eyes of Angel.

We managed to pull Milord Atlas far enough that first the ever-vigilant Vixen, and then Lord Odysseus saw us. He paused in his stroll and looked to see who was with us, smiling at the way we were dragging our master along. I realized too late that we should have returned our formation to a properly respectful arrangement before Lord Odysseus saw us, as a sign of submission to Milord Atlas.

Now that we had caught up, I didn't quite know what to do. We couldn't let them get away, but as a slave I couldn't speak to another master without my owner's permission. I moved back to Milord Atlas and stretched up to whisper in his ear, asking for that permission so that I might perform introductions. He held up one hand to make me pause while he removed Angel's gag, then nodded.

I knelt on the floor of the party hall between my master and Lord Odysseus, dragging Angel down beside me by the chain connecting our collars. Only when we were properly submissive, still head up and shoulders back due to the constraints of our bonds, but kneeling so that we didn't interfere with the line of sight of the masters, did I speak.

"Milord Atlas, this is Lord Odysseus. It was he who trained me while I had the privilege of being his slave. I have mentioned him to you. Lord Odysseus, this is my master and owner, Milord Atlas, who has lifted me to heights unimaginable even after your training, while I have had the honor and privilege of being his slave."

I didn't introduce Vixen, of course. Milord Atlas already knew who she was, at least enough to connect her to the limited stories we had told him about her. Milord Atlas, or even Rocky, had never actually met her though and we hadn't told him all of the things we had shared with our slave sister. More importantly, however, slaves were non-entities unless brought into the conversation by a master. I only performed a service by introducing them to each other, much like a business card might do.

I saw the smile of condescending superiority reappear on Lord Odysseus's face as his master personality assessed the way in which Angel and I had apparently controlled our owner into this meeting. Vixen stood quietly behind him, not giving any sign that anyone in the world mattered except her master, though she was aware of everything around us. Her face beamed with pride, yet it held a smoothness that celebrated the softer curves of a woman without surrendering the intelligence and strength of her magnificent mind and body. Though I was pleased with myself as Brandy, and enjoyed the role playing of Raven and Vivid, at that moment I felt deep envy for Vixen. She had attained the perfect mixture of femininity and strength that I wished for in myself. My wife Kelly was the most beautiful woman, in all senses of beauty, that I had ever met, but Vixen had surpassed her in her total character, adding strength that transcended gender to the matchless femininity of my wife. All of the sudden I felt like out of place, like a man cross-dressing, for the first time in months. In the same way that I had never felt a need to compete with Kelly in her spectacular figure, I had never felt a need to compete with her in her ultimate femininity. I had defined Brandy to be different, not necessarily better or worse, but her own person. Now Vixen defined the person I wanted to be in a way I could never match, and I felt condemned to inadequacy at the same moment I felt happy for her success.

"Lord Atlas," Lord Odysseus said, extending his hand to shake.

"Lord Odysseus," our master replied, grasping the offered hand. I watched as they began the game of hand squeezing that I had always hated as the weak Ran, and had escaped in any of my female identities. The muscles in Lord Odysseus forearm took on a sharper definition as he added pressure, to be met by an equal pressure from muscles hidden within the sleeves of Milord Atlas's shirt, but visible in the slight sharpening of the highlights where his gauntlets covered his knuckles. Lord Odysseus added another increment, now showing finely-sculpted edges to his ridges of strength, to be met by a further shimmer in the glistening glove on our master's hand, but no other sign. Once again Lord Odysseus stepped up his pressure, and once again Milord Atlas responded without visible indication that anything was even happening, except perhaps an unusually long handshake. With a final strain Lord Odysseus added all the power of his wonderfully fit body, to be met without apparent effort by our master. I saw Lord Odysseus's eyes widen slightly as his ultimate effort had no visible effect, then tighten as our master added his own increment, carefully measured to show superiority without the potential for damage. Then Milord Atlas slowly raised and lowered their joined hands in a formal sign of completion of the male ritual, before releasing his fingers.

"My congratulations, Lord Odysseus, you have a good grip. You really know how to use your muscles," said Milord Atlas.

"My respects, Lord Atlas, I seem to have underestimated you. In the past, when I have met really large men they often tried to show their strength in their handshake, so I tend to try and get a jump on them. Usually, they fold in a few seconds. Your strength is of an entirely different order, sufficient that you don't need to prove it, not even to yourself. That is a sign of a truly powerful man, yet one who is neither arrogant nor cruel."

Lord Odysseus continued as though it were merely an impulse, but I later realized just how carefully calculated that impulse had been, "May I introduce you to my slave girl, Vixen?"

He pulled her forward to meet Milord Atlas, and I swore I saw a visible spark leap between their eyes. I suppose I should have expected it. Whatever had attracted Peter Thornton to Brandy Dewinter in the first place at that baggage terminal in Vancouver had been refined and purified to its ultimate expression in the glorious Vixen. She still looked enough like me to be a sister, almost a twin, but she was truly a woman and was blessed with characteristics I couldn't match. I saw Milord Atlas drink in her poise, her grace, her lethal intensity coupled with confident control, and above all her radiant joy, and fall helplessly in love with her in that instant. Vixen's response was equally dramatic, even more visible. Her nipples popped up so hard I wondered if they would burst through the tightly-stretched leather of her dress. Her eyes lit with wonder at his massive size and I remembered how, except for special occasions, Billie Jo had always chosen large, intensely masculine lovers after she had finally discovered men. Though neither moved or spoke, it was clear the rest of the world had receded into unreachable distance from them, and I sighed as I tried to remind myself how much I loved them both.

Angel hadn't really caught on, though to me it seemed like flares were going off all around the newly-met lovers. Lord Odysseus did, though. He smiled at me and helped Angel and I to our feet.

"Do you believe me now, when I say that the women I have trained find happy lives, and loving husbands?" he gently asked me.

"Milord Odysseus, I never doubted it. That one night when you granted me the favor of your training convinced me beyond any hint of concern," I replied. "But I didn't think that it would be my lover who was captured by your huntress."

With my comment, Angel's eyes widened as she realized what we had noticed, and looked for confirmation with her own perceptions. Lord Atlas was talking quietly with Vixen, who was responding with a more animated expression than when she had belonged to Milord Odysseus. It was clear that they were now and forever inseparable, regardless of which man held which leash. Milord Odysseus reached out with Vixen's leash in his hand and placed it within Lord Atlas's glove, while extracting our leash in return.

"Lord Atlas," our newest master interrupted. "I have a set of keys you will need, and I believe I will need those around your neck. Would it suit you to accompany us to our car?"

Lord Atlas responded with a jerk, returning to the world outside Vixen's eyes. I was surprised and impressed with how incredibly poised Vixen was, as she responded calmly and elegantly, totally in control of herself though totally devoted to her new master. They followed us to the exit and to the parking garage, where we found Billie Jo's Taurus parked not too far from Kelly's Camaro. Our masters exchanged keys and we were quickly back in the Camaro, watching as Milord Odysseus backed away to see Lord Atlas already removing Vixen's armbinder.

"Wow!" Angel finally said. "I never saw that coming. Did you see the way they were looking at each other? I've never seen anyone look at someone else like that, except . . ."

She paused to smile at me, noting the shine of unshed tears in my eyes, then continued, " . . except when Brandy looks at me, or Raven looks at me, or even when Ran looks at me."

Though our arms were still bound behind us, she leaned into me and we kissed, more in companionship than in passion. Just as she had always been able to do, she cheered me up with the boundless joy she carried with her wherever she went.

"Do you realize you started calling me 'Milord Odysseus' and your old master 'Lord Atlas' at the very moment he and Vixen first looked at each other?" asked Milord Odysseus.

"Yes, Milord," I confirmed. "It was clear in an instant. In a little while, I'll even be happy they found each other, but I'm afraid I'm selfish enough to regret losing him, at least right now."

"Good," he said, surprising me. "If you didn't care enough about him to regret losing him, you weren't being true to yourself while you were together. Yet, you did give him up from the first words you spoke. Now you see a little bit of what it truly means to be a master. I have enjoyed my time with Vixen almost as much as she did, and regret losing her, too. But this is what I have been pointing toward since the day I took her into my training. Not necessarily that she would end up with your Rocky, but with someone similar. This day and those to follow will be the fulfillment of Vixen's dreams. They will be an extension of Rocky's dreams onto a level he'd never have achieved on his own, or even with you. What do you want to bet they name the first girl Brandy, and the first boy Erik?"

I grinned at his insight, recovering my composure in small steps. After all, even if not quite at the matchless levels of Angel or Vixen, I was still a pretty good looking woman, unbelievably so considering what I had to start with! And I was married to the most wonderful woman in the world, not excluding Vixen. I wouldn't have traded Kelly for her or anyone else in the world. It would have been nice to be slave sisters again, though.

"You know, you'll have to be slave sisters again with Vixen," Milord Odysseus said, reading my mind. "She truly does enjoy the attention that she gets when she's in her huntress role, and she's talked often about the sensation of being one of a beautiful pair. I may need to teach you how to walk like she does, though, you're a little stiff."

I thought about the exaggerated hip swing I always used, more pronounced than the elegant sway that Billie Jo had owned, let alone the controlled glide of Vixen.

"Stiff?" I questioned, "it feels like my hips are in orbit now."

"Exactly," he affirmed. "You use your hips too much. I'll show you how to develop graceful secondary motions to let that energy flow throughout your body."

"Oh, would you. I have often wanted another training session with you," I begged.

"Could I be trained, too, at least a little," Angel quietly asked.

Before I realized I had interrupted Milord Odysseus, I was already answering Angel, a bit surprised at how intense my feeling were. "You don't need any training! You're perfect the way you are. I wouldn't let anyone change a single thing about you!"

"Oops," I giggled. "Sorry, Milord, I shouldn't have interrupted, but she really is perfect."

"Actually Angel, you don't really need any of my help. Vivid is right, and notice how quick she was to defend you. Don't ever worry about her commitment to you. However, what I have in mind wouldn't hurt, though it won't result in much difference for you. I thought I might train you in martial arts, specifically sumito. By the time you learn to dance the ninety-seven steps while wearing high-heels, you'll both be satisfied with the way you move."

"Sumito?" I've never heard of it.

"It's primarily defensive. You'll learn to dance out of the path of attackers, perhaps helping them on their way a little. That can be pretty effective, especially if you help them on their way headfirst into a wall. But there's no breaking boards or bricks. I wouldn't want your hands to bear the calluses required."

"Is that what you showed Vixen?" Kelly asked.

Milord Odysseus nodded.

"Will we be your slaves while we train?" I asked, hearing a note of hope in my voice that surprised me.

"I'll still let you live at home and go to work, but I will be your master while you are training," he promised.

  

  

  

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