The Armoire Ch 06

Ch. 06 Stepping Off The Edge

- Sam Darquesied

- Painstakingly edited by FQKF

"Hi ya, Ally...Happy Birthday," I said as she sashayed in the front door.

"Thanks, Sylvia. Oh, I forgot to mention, I got your card on Friday. It was very thoughtful!" she answered.

She was wearing thin-strapped sandals, snug, white slacks, and a short, white Tee shirt, showing off her slim waist and ...she was beaming...radiant really, even more than normal. Her birthday was two days ago, on Saturday, and I had seen her and Sam briefly, on Friday evening but not since then so I asked, "Did you have a nice one?"

"Oh, Sylvia," she said so softly, "it was...wonderful! The things he did to me..."

I had come on Friday night to spend the weekend with Kendall and thought we might see more of Alyssa on her birthday but Kendall had said we should leave them be. I had at least hoped to see her today because she had promised me the story of Kendall's first adventure with the whip.

"Where's Kenny?" she asked.

"She said she had to go and get a new load of feed for the horses. Apparently they sent the wrong stuff last week. She'll be a couple of hours."

Alyssa said, "Oh yeah...she complained about that the other day. So, did you want to hear her story?"

I did, of course, but, as I poured us both a coffee, I said, "I would but...oh, I'm probably prying too much. But, you know on Christmas...the thing with Kristel?"

"What about it?" she asked.

I continued, "Well, Sam mentioned after that he had tried the bullwhip out on you and, well, with all the stuff that happened to you before you met him...I wonder how you got past that..."

Alyssa interrupted, "I think you're really wondering just how much I trust him; what I would be willing to do for him."

"Not so much that." I said, "I think it's pretty obvious that you would do anything he asked, and it wouldn't even occur to you to question it. I just wonder how you got to that stage."

"Oh, that took a few months," she said, "but the turning point actually happened on my first birthday with Sammy (Tommy)...He always knew that I wanted to belong to him--really belong to him. He also knew I had trust issues because of those two assholes who beat me up but, he kept his promise and went slow and waited 'til I was ready."

I asked, "And you were ready on that first birthday with him?"

She laughed and said, "Well, do you remember that story he wrote...'Belle and Troop A?'"

I answered, "Oh yeah, I read it at Christmas. He really should post it to that website."

She said, "He has now, and a few others too. But, he actually wrote them even before we met so I got to read them way back then and that one was my favourite. Anyway..."

* * *

About two weeks before my first birthday with him Tommy got an in-ground pool installed and I thought it was my birthday present, since I had told him I'd like one. I asked him if it was but he said no, it was a present, but not a birthday present. The entire week before my birthday he had been working secretly on something and the suspense was killing me! I pumped Kendall constantly for information but she wouldn't say anything so, when I got up on the morning of my birthday, I was really anxious to see what he had done.

He was busy at the stove when I entered the kitchen and I said, "G'morning."

"Oh, hey! Good morning, birthday girl...sit, sit...breakfast is almost ready," he said as he gave me a kiss.

In the middle of the table was a crystal vase with two dozen gorgeous, red, long-stemmed roses. Tommy stopped me as I reached for the card and asked that I read it after breakfast so, reluctantly; I just gave him a hug and sat down. I wolfed down the eggs and toast before he had a chance to even start his and he laughed and said, "Oh, fine! Read the stupid card!"

I ripped it out of the envelope and read it out loud, "Happy Birthday, Alyssa. You are the very air that I breathe, Tommy. PS Go look out front."

I jumped up and ran to the front door and there, in the very spot where the Yukon was at Christmas, stood a fire engine red MX-5 roadster convertible. It was beautiful and I hugged him and kissed him and thanked him but...I was expecting...something different. I tried to look and sound as excited as I could when we went for a little ride but I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. When we got back I told him that I had to go to the washroom then I ran upstairs and glared at the image in the mirror.

"Well...you are one selfish little bitch, aren't you? He makes breakfast; gives you beautiful roses; gives you your dream car...and you aren't satisfied???" I said, then I pointed an admonishing finger at the glass, "You had better get it together, girl! DO NOT hurt my man's feelings!"

I composed myself and went back downstairs. We sat and had coffee and I told him how I loved the car, still forcing myself to be enthusiastic. Tommy said he would like to take me to town later for an early "birthday" dinner and I said that would be really nice. Just then there was a loud clunking noise from the basement and Tommy, cursing at the furnace, excused himself and went to investigate. We didn't use the basement much. It was essentially a large, empty recreation room and a utility room. It was near the end of June so I didn't really see why he'd worry about the furnace. I guessed it was a guy thing.

Tommy spent the rest of the day cleaning up in the studio and I just lazed around until about four o'clock, when we got dressed and went to town for dinner. It was a very nice meal at Isadora's Garden and they even brought out a little cake but, again I was forcing myself to appear exuberant. Tommy did notice that I was quiet on the ride back but, when he asked, I just said I was really tired. When we got home we went to the kitchen and Tommy said he had a few more "birthday" things for me which did cheer me up a bit but then, again, we heard a clunk in the basement. Exasperated, Tommy excused himself and went downstairs then, a few minutes later, he yelled for me to come and give him a hand. As I arose it occurred to me that he had not actually wished me happy birthday.

I went down the stairs and it was pitch dark at the far end of the room, "Where are you, Tommy?"

"I'm here," he said, "by the furnace room. There's a leak and I'm holding it closed but I can't reach the light switch. Can you come over and turn it on?"

"I can't see anything," I said.

He answered, "I know. Just walk straight ahead...carefully...and feel for the wall. Keep your hands out in front so you don't bang your face."

Cautiously, I inched forward, feeling for the wall and Tommy said, "How are you doing?"

The sound of his voice told me I was close so I answered, "Almost there, I think."

I slowed a bit thinking I was just a couple of feet away. I had my hands straight out to avoid walking into the wall....

Suddenly, I felt two ropes loop around my wrists! There was a bright flash in my eyes and the ropes jerked forward, pulling me and forcing me to kneel lest I fall on my face. I heard Tommy say, "Get the gag on her quickly!"

Another voice answered, "Okay Mr. D."

I knew instantly, as I opened my mouth to accept the ball gag, that this was one of Tommy's scenarios and it seemed like it was the "Troop A" thing but...was there actually another person there?

I felt two more ropes loop around my ankles and immediately they were jerked back, stretching me out flat on my tummy. Again I heard Tommy, "Hold her legs...hold her legs!"

I felt a second pair of hands press down on my legs and...I could hear several voices in the room. They sounded like teenagers and...they sounded very real! Tommy knew I fantasized about this story but would he actually get teenage boys involved just to make it more real for me?

He wrapped a tight, black blindfold over my eyes and then stood up and switched on the light. Immediately the "boys" began to get loud and voice their approval, saying things like "Oh wow!" or "This is going to be fun!" I could still feel the second set of hands pressing hard on my legs. There had to be at least two people there! I was tempted to yell "Philadelphia" but...he had gone to all this trouble. He must think I really want to have strange teenage boys do things to me and if I stopped now it would truly make him bad...that he had done something I didn't like.

Tommy said, "Okay...let's get her clothes off, guys!"

There was a jumble of sounds; footsteps moving around me and boys voicing their eagerness to strip me. The one holding my legs let go and my skirt was unzipped and pulled over my bare feet and off. To more sounds of sniggering teenagers, my knit sweater was pulled up and over my wrist ropes, quickly followed by my bra.

Tommy then said, "Okay boys...are we ready for the panties?"

The boys eagerly shouted, "Oh yeah...pull 'em off! Pull 'em off!" Tommy slowly pulled my panties down to the sounds of applause and whistling. I was almost in a panic, amazed that he would have strangers see me naked like that! I was getting terribly aroused but it was unwanted...like my body was not on my side.

I always told Tommy that he could do anything to me that he wanted so I resigned myself to not stopping this, even though it was terribly disappointing that he had so badly misread my desires.

Then Tommy said, "Okay...you...what's your name?"

A boy's voice answered, "Josh."

Tommy continued, "Okay, Josh, hold her down while I get her legs bound."

I felt two sweaty hands press on my lower back then Tommy undid one of my ankles and bent my leg until me heel was against my butt. He used a bondage strap, wrapped around my ankle and thigh, to secure it then did the same to my other leg. The boys were just murmuring and breathing hard now.

I wasn't fighting but I was crying a little; at my humiliation...and that Tommy would do that to me. He could have done this by himself! Why didn't he know that I would never need, or want, those strangers?

Tommy undid my wrist ropes and used more straps, one above my elbows and one at my wrists, to bind my arms tight behind my back. Then he said, "Okay, let's get her up."

I felt someone grab me under my armpits and lift me up then, with a heave, he lifted me off the floor and over a T bar. My arms were behind the crossbar and there was something under me, supporting my weight. He went behind, attached a rope or something to my wrist strap, pulled down hard, and secured it. My back was arched quire a bit by the bind and, of course, my boobs were sticking out like a vintage Buick bumper.

He attached ropes to the straps around my thighs, pulled them back and up a bit, and secured them. After an additional bondage strap was secured around my waist and the upright, whatever was under me was removed. I was now hanging, naked and spread, in a similar fashion to the girl in the story. I was familiar with the T bar, having been arched over it several times, but never hung on it this. I wished I wasn't so aroused...maybe if he felt me and I was dry...maybe that would have told Tommy that I didn't like those boys being there.

Tommy said, "Well boys, what do you think?"

The subsequent applause and whistles made me weep in humiliation and I knew it was only going to get worse. Dammit Tommy!

"Well, well! What do we have here," he said, as he dragged his fingers across my pussy.

One of the boys said, "Wow! It's really wet!"

"That's right, Mikey, and I think she should be punished for it, don't you?" said Tommy.

Again, more applause and cheers, and I had to fight the urge to use the out word...was there no limit to how much degradation Tommy was going to inflict on me? I started to sob as I felt the pony's tail begin to lick at my thigh.

In spite of my shame, my body responded to his mastery with the whip as it always did. It was like he knew my every nerve ending by name and they would stand, tails wagging, eagerly awaiting his touch. He walked the lash along my thigh, over my tummy, down and up the other thigh. I couldn't help but respond, "Ohhhhhhh...."

There were "OOOs" and "Ahhhs" emanating from the teenagers as he moved the flogger to my jutting breasts. Light, downward strokes, working from my chest and slowly pulling back until the whip just grazed my areola and nipple. He switched to upward strokes and again, painted my boobs from base to nipples. I couldn't fight it; when he touched me with his whips or his hands, he owned my body, and it responded to him with an involuntary "Mmmmmmmm...." which, of course, drew more applause.

He sped up the flogger and covered every inch of me with soft, tingly lashes...except between my legs. The whip was drawing forth a colossal orgasm, as Tommy knew it would, but he just wouldn't give me the money shot! I begged him through the gag, "OHHHHH...TOMMY...PLEASE TOMMY...PLEASE," but then he stopped.

The boys complained, "Awww...come on...give her more..." but Tommy said, "No, sorry guys, that's enough for now...I have to go and get some stuff and I'll be back in ten or fifteen minutes. You guys can look all you want but no touching. Understand?"

The boys reluctantly agreed but, as I heard Tommy go up the stairs, one of them said, "Do it Josh, squeeze it...he won't know..."

I felt his fingers grab and twist my nipples. These were NOT Tommy's fingers! These were dirty, rough, sweaty, and clumsy and he pulled at my nipples like he was trying to scrape off the coating on a scratch-and-win ticket. How could Tommy be so stupid; thinking these boys wouldn't touch me when he was out of sight! I made no sound but I was getting so angry at these little peckerheads...and Tommy!

I heard one of them say, "Mikey...stick your finger in...go on...she'll like it!"

Immediately, I felt his sweaty little finger jab into my vagina. He awkwardly wiggled and poked inside me like he was searching for loose change. This was ridiculous! Why was I letting this happen? I promised Tommy that HE could do anything to me...not these little shits! Then I heard Tommy yell, "Hey! Knock it off!"

The boys muttered that they were sorry as I started to cry again and screamed into the gag, "STOP THIS TOMMY...PLEASE!"

I wanted him to know that I wasn't into it but I didn't say "Philadelphia" for two reasons; I had vowed to myself that I would ALWAYS let Tommy do whatever he wanted to me and...there was a faint possibility that he was somehow faking all of it!

It was academic because he simply ignored my plea and my sobbing grew as he said, "Now boys, I have some interesting equipment here that I think you will enjoy. So, let's not waste any time..."

As the metal clip bit down on my nipple I shouted, "OWWWWwwwww," much to the delight of the teenagers and, again they began to applaud.

The clapping increased as the second clip was applied, "OWWWWWwwwww...TOMMY...PLEASE!"

Then he said, "Now this...goes in here..."

I felt the plastic dildo slide into my vagina and I began to panic a bit...I knew that it was the clear, ceramic dildo...the one hooked up to the electric shock box! He bought the device a couple of months before but I'd never had the nerve to try it.

"PLEASE TOMMY...NO," but he just continued, "...and this one goes in here..."

He carefully slid the smaller, anal dildo into my rectum. He had lubricated it generously so it went in easily and I couldn't suppress a moan, "Ohhhhhhh...." Naturally, this invoked more applause.

Tommy used Velcro straps to keep the dildos in place then I gasped a bit as I felt a metal clip grip my clitoris. It was attached fairly loose so he taped it to my tummy to keep it from dislodging and then he said, "Now watch her guys, as I turn up the dial..."

"HUUUUU...unnnnnnnn....." I gasped softly as the low current caused my muscles to tighten and my body to involuntarily arch against my restraints. The electricity flowed from my vagina and mixed with the voltage from the rectal dildo. Together they blended with the energy from the nipple clips and triggered an arousal buzz like I had never felt before. It seemed to ripple out from the vaginal dildo and spiral through my abdomen. Then he dialed it back down.

I panted hard as the electricity ebbed, realizing that I had held my breath while he had it dialed in. He did this three or four times; each time he dialed it up a little higher and each time I gasped and arched and pulled on the restraints. My abdomen was literally on fire as my arousal was so close to the edge but always held back by the relentless current. It was like a force field was allowing every sensation...except an orgasm.

Suddenly, little static sparks attacked my clitoris, the kind you get when you walk across a carpet. My abdomen immediately convulsed in a mammoth eruption, then Tommy dialed the juice on the other devices back up, even higher than before. The current seemed to surround the orgasm and force it to linger, "OHHHHHHHHHGAWDGAWDGAWD...HUUUUUUUU...GEEEEEEEZ..."

Tommy let up a bit allowing me to gasp in a bit of air. The convulsions in my belly were still going strong and the sparks on my clit were unrelenting. He dialed it up yet again and my body pulled horribly on the restraints, "AHHHHHHHHGUH...NNNNNNNNOOOOOO..."

He dialed it down a little as my orgasm began to ebb but then he changed it to a low, pulsing current and I began to jerk spasmodically as my sensitive vulva received shock after shock. I was shaking my head violently and pleading, "OHHHHHGAWD...PLEASE STOP...PLEASE...PLEASE...STOP..."

Mercifully he stopped the current and killed the clitoral sparker. There was a pause then he whispered to me to take a breath and slowly let it out as he detached the nipple and clitoris clips. I winced as the blood rushing back in caused severe pins and needles to those sensitive buds. Tommy then slowly and carefully removed the dildos and I couldn't help but emit a long sigh, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Tommy then said, "Okay guys...the show's over...time to leave."

Mixed with muttering and complaining I heard a jumble of footsteps go up the stairs. There was some chatter for a minute or two then I could hear them leave and the door close behind them. Then...silence.

I was hanging there alone and contemplating the afternoon's events. I had taken all this for Tommy but he had terribly misread my desire for this fantasy. I would have loved for him to do it by himself, as best he could. I knew it wouldn't have been like the actual story but that would have been fine. I was surprised that he even considered that I'd want others to participate. I couldn't tell him, of course. This obviously took a considerable effort so I would just have to make him think that I really appreciated it.

It seemed like a half hour or so before I heard Tommy come back downstairs. Again there was silence for a moment then I felt his hands begin to caress my shoulders. He moved his hands over my chest, down my sides, and back over my breasts, lingering and stroking and gently squeezing. His touch has always been exquisite and that evening was no exception. That was the Tommy I knew and loved and my skin seemed to melt under his fingers as he feathered them over my thighs, around and over my labia and clit, then back up to my eager nipples.

Little tears of joy oozed from my eyes as he slowly slid himself into me. It was definitely him; I'd know that penis anywhere! It was like a key that fit me perfectly and, as he began to gently grind his groin into mine, my pussy happily orgasmed, embracing his manhood in my welcoming juices. I felt his fluid seep into me and, at the same time, he undid the Velcro, removed the gag and said, "Happy birthday, my sweet, sweet angel..." Then he pressed his lips to mine in the most passionate and loving kiss I had ever received.

I started sobbing...I was such an IDIOT! Tommy was my protector; my shield, he would never...Damn, damn, DAMN! What the hell was wrong with me? I trusted him with my life but I had let that faith waver. He hadn't let me down...I had let him down.