Part 1 - Goodmorning
Lucas wakes slowly and opens his eyes, the room still dark. A hint of light peeked through the tightly drawn curtains. He turns his head, neck still sore and bruised, he's alone. She must've left early.
He goes to stretch and stand, but a pinching sensation holds him back. Line after line of intricately woven rope crosses over his body. The dark ropes stand in stark contrast to his own paleness. Bound and tied, the ropes digging into his soft, smooth skin. He relaxes and the rope shifts, showing a series of red marks along his legs and chest that matched beautifully with the harsher, deeper red strikes that covered him from his shoulder blades down to the tops of his thighs. As he wakes up he starts to feel it, the familiar, reassuring and sweet sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. He smiles through a wince as he moves the little amount he can. Trying to regain circulation, it slowly comes back to him. It takes a while, but he feels it, the familiar tightness and weight from between his legs, it's hers now, the cage reminds him of what he signed away to her.
He must've slept again, though he didn't remember dozing off as he heard her come home.
"Morning Love, you up?" She says softly, he can't see her, she's across the room.
She walks over, slowly coming into view, he stares in stunned silence, with beauty, grace and a harsh but addicting sweetness.
She's dressed in a pale pink hoodie and black skirt. She must've been out, the shoulders of her hoodie looked damp.
She sits on the edge of the bed and reaches over. Her skin was soft on his as she gently caresses the bruises and strikes she had so lovingly inflicted. She kisses his neck sending scores of pleasure through his body and soreness to where it can never reach.
"I just got back babe, and I brought over a friend, you might remember him, we all met at dinner a few weeks ago." A shiver runs over his body, nervous excitement or excited fear, he never knows which. "Oh, and he's still very interested." she whispers softly, her teeth lightly pinching his ear, it takes all his effort but a soft moan escapes his lips nonetheless.
"I wanna watch," She whispers to him, he can't see her lips, but can hear the smirk in her voice. "But not him, not his body, and not even yours." She moves lower and bites at his neck softly "I wanna watch your eyes, I want to see into you the moment it happens and to see you give over to him." She turns fast till she's facing him, her eyes looking deep into his. "And I'm gonna love it!". She bites hard at his neck, sucking as she presses her teeth firmly into his soft tender neck. He lays in the bed writhing and biting his lip to stop the sound from escaping, with a sudden movement she lets go and pulls her head up.
"But not as much as you will" She mutters, just loud enough to be heard.
She stands from the bed and walks around the edge, admiring her work. A grin of pure joy on her lips as she reaches the other side of the bed.
"I love how these look on you, I think rope might be my favourite outfit of yours, I think I love it even more than that lacy number you had on under your suit when we had dinner at my parents." she laughs as he blushes red, a sweet laugh full of happiness. It always amazed him, how someone so sweet and soft, could at an instant bring him to his knees with a look and a harsh command.
She leaned over him, he could smell her perfume, sweet vanilla.
Her fingers delicately traced the rope, she followed the line with her finger, tracing her nail along his skin as she moved gently down to the first knot. With a simple flick, she pulled it free and the rope strand fell loose.
Amazed, at how something that had held him tight all of the night could be undone with such a simple movement.
He let out a deep sigh, the rope hadn't been painful, but the pressure had been constant. She giggles and keeps moving down his body, untying knots.
"I can't wait to see if you can even stand after this, it's been your longest session tied up."
"I hope so too, I can just feel my toes, but I think I'll need a hand." Lucas replied, his voice soft-spoken and gentle.
"Oh, don't worry, I doubt your gonna spend too long off of your knees anyway." she replies back quicking, giggling again, her eyes lit up with a deviant look of love.
She reaches his feet and undoes the final knots. She steps back and he knows his cue, he stands slowly, his legs unsteady under him, despite all the time he's done this he reaches out and covers himself, placing his hands over the cage and blushing.
"No no, we aren't doing that." she speaks in a soft voice, pulling his hand away and softly kissing his fingers, she holds his hands gently and drops them to his side.
"You have nothing to hide from me, nothing to fear." She meets his eyes and smiles.
"Now, let's find you something that'll cheer up our guest, make up for making him wait so long." she winks and walks to the closet.
She pulls open the door of the closet and starts throwing items onto the bed, he watches as frills, lace and silk are tossed in his direction, in all shades from hot pink and deep purples to pure white and the darkest black. The clothes pile up in a mess of lingerie, he knows it'll be him folding and putting it all away once today is over.
Once the bed was full she started going through, holding up lacy outfits and revealing underwear out in front of him to see how they looked.
"Hmm, too long - too short - hmm not quite - a little tight- too loose- ah perfect, aw no this one is still torn from last time, I guess I was a little over-excited." She pouts at the torn babydoll and tosses it to the ground, "Ah, now this." she smiles and holds it up as he blushes a deep crimson and gulps.
She works fast, throwing him clothes and ordering him to dress, her body blocking the mirror from his view.
She stands back to admire her handy work.
"Well?" she asks with a smirk fixed on her face.
He blushes and manages to softly stutter out, "I..i. Th..t.thankyou."
He's left dressed in long white and pink socks, a pale pink and white mini skirt, white and pink panties and a baggy hoodie. A black O-Ring chocker finishes the outfit.
He looks at himself in the mirror, absentmindedly chewing on the sleeve of his hoodie as she admires her handy work. She mostly dresses him in blacks and whites, the dark clothes matching the deep red marks he always left with. The pink and white must be new.
"Now my turn," she says with a wink as she strips down and starts going through the clothes, picking her angles perfectly to best tease him, just out of reach but never out of sight, she bends over the bed and digs through the pile muttering to herself.
He stares, rendered speechless by every curve of her. He feels himself straining against his cage and she bends to dig deeper into the pile.
She turns to him with a bundle of clothes in her arms, strategically placed to tease him, blocking his view.
"You wait here, don't move." Giddy with excitement she leaves to the bathroom to dress.
She comes out a while later, wearing a revealing and tight black corset, flora pattern decorating it in cut-out patterns and netting. Matching black stockings and lacy panties. To finish the outfit, a pair of 6-inch high heels, putting her now well above his head. She'd done her makeup, dark eyeshadow to make her emerald eyes pop, dark red lips to match with her hair, long red braids and shaved close on the side.
She walked over to him and firmly but tenderly grabbed his neck, lifting his head up she kissed him long and deep. He felt his legs go weak as she reached between his legs to tease what little was left to touch, her fingers finding soft flesh and cold steel.
She grabs the cage and gently tugs it, she leans in and whispers into his ear, "If your good for us, maybe I can let you out sooner hmm, you wanna be a good boy for us don't you?"
He nobs fast and mumbles out. "Y-yes M....m. Ma'am."
She smiles and gentle hold up the key around her neck, "I want you to know, I wore this all morning, out in public, openly. Always-on display." she laughs, a happy joyous sound, a slight hint of cruelty peaking though, "I wonder how many caught on, or got close enough to read the names on the side."
She kisses his cheek and takes his hand, "come on, let's not keep him waiting much longer my sweetling."
She leads him to the door and out into the hall, his heart racing, he once again feels himself straining, his eyes locked on the key hanging on a thin silver chain just above her breasts, engraved on the side of the key is his name.
The sitting room is a large well-lit room, a black sofa sits in the centre on a soft white rug, and an armchair off to the left and right face inwards creating three sides to a square, the fourth filled by a TV on a large stand. A coffee table in the centre of the rug.
Simon was sitting on the sofa, to the left side lounging comfortably, looking perfectly at home.
Messy dark blonde hair and clean shaved, he looked up and smiled, green eyes meeting blue.
He smiled showing white teeth locked in a slight smirk, "Good morning sleepyhead, I hope you're well-rested." Simon winked.
"Oh he is, but I doubt it'll last. The poor boy's bound to be exhausted by the time we're finished, but if he wants to be able to rest, then he's gonna have to earn i.t" Alica said trying to hold back a laugh as she overtook him and took a seat next to Simon, giving him a light peck on the cheek.
"Well, come on pet, poor Si's been sitting here for so long waiting, and I'm getting thirsty myself." and gives a light clap and grins as he runs off to the kitchen.
He sets himself to work in the kitchen, pouring two large glasses of lemonade with ice, adding sliced fruit and preparing a tray. He carries it out and sets it on the coffee table, picking up the glasses and handing them over.
"Ma'am," he says not meeting her eye as he hands Alicia her glass.
"Simon, I ugh mean s. Si."
"Quite!, Now!" Alicia barks out, in an instant the sweet gentle teasing is gone from her voice, in that second it's clear to all who are in charge. She meets his gaze, and wordless he drops down to his knees, just in front of her legs.
