The Armoire

Chapter 10 (The Account is Due)

"Ally? Sammy...? You guys there?"

Tommy said, "Yeah, Kenny, we're upstairs. Give us a moment...there's coffee on. We'll be down in a minute."

"Okay," said Kendall, "Just so you know, Malsa's here with Lilly...Said she needs to talk to you."

Surprised, he said, "Oh...Okay...I'll be right there."

Still with the stinger in his hand he looked down at Alyssa, lying on the bed. She was on her back, eyes closed and panting; perspiring so much one would think she just stepped out of the shower, and from her neck to her ankles, her skin was the colour of cotton candy--a bright pinky red.

"How are you now?" he said.

Between pants she said, "I'm okay, Tommy. I'm sorry if I scared you, but I'm okay. It was amazing...I've never felt anything like it before."

"You ready for a shower?" he said.

She opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, "Oh...I'm still pretty tingly. I think I'll hold off on the shower for a bit."

"Oh...right...I should go down, but I don't want to leave you alone. I'm going to get Kenny to come up, okay?"

"Okay, Tommy," she whispered, as she lay her head back and closed her eyes.

He yelled down the staircase, "Kenny? Would you mind coming up here for a minute?"

She was at the top of the steps in less than a minute, and Tommy said, "Just stay with Al 'til she's ready to come down, okay?"

"Sure Sammy," she said.

"Did Malsa say what it was about?"

She said, "No...but Lilly doesn't seem too happy."

He headed down the stairs as Kendall entered the bedroom, "Oh WOW!" she said.

Tommy walked into the kitchen and kissed the two women on the cheek, "It's great to see my two favourite senoritas again...Unexpected, but great."

Malsa said, "Hola, Sammy. I hope we haven't come at a bad time."

"No such thing as a bad time for a visit from you two," he said, "What can I do for you?"

Malsa said, "I have a big favour to ask of you."

Upstairs, Kendall silently sat on the edge of the bed beside Alyssa. After a few minutes she said, "Are you okay, Ally?"

"Oh yes," said Alyssa breathlessly, "He finally used the stinger. It was like my whole body was dipped in hot oil, then ice water, then in pins and needles, then back in ice water. It was amazing Kenny. I've never felt anything like it before. Tommy thinks I only orgasmed at the end, but I had two before that. I just didn't have enough breath to tell him. I fainted during the last one...I think it scared him a little."

Kendall said, "You look like you're completely sunburned. I thought he didn't want to use that whip?"

"He didn't want to use it until he got to know it," Alyssa said, "You've seen...he's been practicing for days. It was after the water balloons--once he was okay with them--he said he was ready."

"Oh yeah," Kendall chuckled, "They were pretty heavy balloons too. Took him a while, though...and I had to go and buy him a second box. He spilled a lot of water!"

Alyssa chuckled, "Yes, but once he could hit 'em without breaking 'em...well, look at me. Pink all over, but not even a single welt."

"So...what did he do?"

Alyssa explained, "He tied my hands behind me then had me bend over the bed. Then he started at my ankles and up the inside of my legs, back and forth. I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets with the first few hits. It was the most extreme stinging I've ever experienced, Kenny. It was like fire creeping up my legs. By the time he started on my bum, I had an orgasm. I was hardly able to breathe and I couldn't speak, so I don't think he even knew...no...he probably did.

"Then he had me stand up straight and turn around so I was facing him; it gave me a few seconds to catch my breath. He started again at my ankles then back up my legs to my tummy. Then he started on my boobs...Oh, Kenny...it was like...I don't know...like thousands of razor blades were slicing me...then I orgasmed again."

"Were you crying?" asked Kendall.

"Like a starving baby," she said, "He stopped then, while I composed myself...Oh! I'm so stupid. Of course he new I was climaxing. He would never have continued with me crying like that unless he knew I was getting off.

"He started again on my tummy. It was softer but it still stung pretty good. He went over my tummy, then up my shoulders; down my chest; a little bit more on my nipples; then down to my abdomen. It was so hard to breathe...I was getting dizzy. Then he went between my legs.

"I can't describe...the orgasm felt like I was full of water and it was suddenly coming out of me all at once...then I passed out."

"Jesus, Ally!" said Kendall, "you're going to have to—"

"Alyssa? Can you come down soon?" shouted Tommy from the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh yeah...okay, we'll be right down," she said, "Can you help me with the robe, Kenny?"

She carefully slid the light, terry robe over Alyssa's shoulders, matching her cringes as the cloth touched her tortured skin, "Still pretty tender, eh?"

"Imagine a robe made of thumbtacks," she said.

* * *

In the kitchen, everyone exchanged cursory hellos, and without going into detail, Alyssa explained that she was a little tingly from a recent session. Malsa smiled a knowing smile as they all sat at the little table. Earlier, she had asked Lilly to wait in the living room so Tommy had Kendall go and keep her company.

After a minute or two of small talk, Malsa, looking directly at Alyssa, said, "You remember I spoke of Lilly's father, Dennis?"

"Uh huh," said Alyssa, "As I recall, he left you while you were in labour!"

"Si, si...went out for a drink, and never came back. Best thing that ever happened to me, aside from having Lilly.

Over the years he has had little contact. I divorced him just after Lilly was born, and he paid some child support for a while, then disappeared. He did okay for himself; runs a casino in Vegas now.

"The thing is...Lilly has never known him, but has always wanted to try and...cómo dices...re-connect. Anyway, last week, out of the blue, he called her and said he would like to meet her...Make up for lost time, he said. Lilly was so excited. She hopped on a plane the next day.

"She met him in his office at the casino, and after only a few minutes, he unexpectedly said that he knew she was into bondage and that he was too. He suddenly tried to tie her to the chair and started feeling her up. He is still such a 'serpiente en la hierba'...a snake in the grass.

"Lilly fought him off and came home right away. She didn't stop crying for two days. She was so terribly depressed, I didn't know what to do...Then I remembered what she had told me after Christmas. I suggested that we come to see you, and her eyes lit up."

Alyssa said, "What did she say at Christmas?"

Malsa took a furtive glance at Tommy, and said, "That...she was in love with Sammy."

Tommy said, "Well, I love her too, of course—"

"No, no...not like that," said Malsa, "She is IN love with you. She wished she could be your submissive...your slave...for real."

Flustered, Tommy said, "Oh...uh...I...uh—"

There was protracted moment of uncomfortable silence, then Alyssa said, "Sweetie, could you go and sit with Lilly and Kenny for a while?"

Tommy said, "But—"

"I know," she said, "but please do this for me, okay? Go to the living room for a few minutes so Malsa and I can talk."

He was as disturbed as she had ever seen him, but he agreed and left the two women alone.

Kendall was sitting beside Lilly on the couch, holding her hand. Both had tears in their eyes. It was evident that Lilly had filled Kendall in on the sordid details of her reunion with her father.

Tommy sat in the big easy chair across from the sofa, and after a few moments said, "Are you okay, Lilly?"

She raised her head and locked her huge brown eyes on his. Suddenly, she got up, jumped on his lap, threw her arms around him, buried her head in his shoulder, and wept. He just held her and stroked her hair, letting her cry for as long as she needed.

After a couple of minutes she raised her head, and still crying, said, "How could he do such a thing? He's my father...how could he do that?"

"I know you wanted things to go different," he said, "but he's just your father biologically. You never met him before. He's really just a stranger."

"I wanted to kill him, Sammy!"

He said, "Well, that idea has crossed the minds of several people, over the past few minutes."

She chuckled a bit through her sobs, then said, "Please let me stay Sammy. I'll be the best—"

"Shhhhh," he said, "We'll see about that, but no matter what, things will be okay, Lilly, I promise you."

Alyssa suddenly appeared in the archway, holding a coffee and a cigar, "Sammy, can we go for a walk?"

He gave Lilly a little kiss on the forehead and said, "I promise...it will all work out. Now, let me up please."

Reluctantly, she relinquished the security of his lap and moved back beside Kendall. Malsa joined them on the couch while Tommy and Alyssa went to the kitchen and out the back door. They wound their way silently along the path through the bush, Alyssa holding his hand until they reached the clearing where they sat on the cedar bench. She lit the cigar, took a puff, and transferred it to him via a tender kiss.

Tommy broke the silence, "Looks like we're in for another weird day!"

She smiled and said, "She's not the only one. You know that don't you?"

"Not the only one...what?" he said.

"Lilly's not the only one who's in love with you."

"No, no," he protested, "I'm sure it's not like that. Besides, they know you're my lady, and I wouldn't take kindly to anyone trying to mess with that."

She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I am your lady, and nothing will change that, but there are a few others who are in love with you...Sylvia, for one."

"Oh...come on, Al! I don't think so. What's more, she has a boyfriend."

She said, "That's temporary, Tommy. It won't last. Trust me."

He leaned back, took a protracted drag from the cigar, and sighed, "My head is just spinning...but Sylvia is not the issue right now...Lilly is really messed up by all this. Even the lowest scumbag I know would never do that to his own daughter."

"What do you think we should do?" she said.

"Jesus! I don't know!" he said, "I mean...she wants to be my 'slave.' You're the love of my life, and you're not my slave, so why would I—"

"Yes I am!" protested Alyssa.

"You know what I mean."

Alyssa said, "Yes, I know what you mean, but...I do whatever you want, when you want it don't I? You say you don't want me to be your 'full time' slave, so I try not to be all the time, but you know that I belong to you...completely. You own me, Tommy...I am your slave, and I have never been happier or more proud of anything in my life."

Exasperated, he said, "Okay...I see what you mean...sort of, but that still doesn't answer what to do about Lilly."

She said, "I think you should let her stay."

"What!?"

"I think she will be a good slave, and she might even help me be a better one," she said.

"WHAT!?"

Alyssa couldn't keep herself from chuckling at his reaction, "Tommy look; Malsa wouldn't have brought her here if she didn't think it was the right thing. I love Lilly like my baby sister, and you know she'll be fun to have around."

"My head is beginning to hurt!" he said, "And that's another thing. You don't see it as just a tad weird that her mother is bringing her here...essentially to be my slave?"

She said, "She's a mom, worried about her daughter, trying to do what's best for her. She knows you real well, and she knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt Lilly...that you'll love her and protect her."

"And you're telling me," he said, "that with all this...you won't have a problem...You won't be even a little—"

"Jealous?" she said, "I don't know, but we'll work it out. I think Lilly knows that she can't come between you and me, and I don't even think she'd try. I think she'll be more than happy to be number two in your seraglio."

"My what?" he said.

"Seraglio...harem."

Incredulous, Tommy said, "Jesus! My head is going to explode...! Are you sure about this? It might end up like Nicolette. If it hadn't been for the doc, there's no telling what—"

She said, "This is nothing like Nicolette. Lilly isn't mentally unstable, she's just had a bad time...I know why you're reluctant, Tommy; just like I know why you don't want the full time slave thing...You're afraid that you'll start taking it, and us, for granted. It won't happen, Tommy; it's just not in your nature...Do you remember what you told me at your birthday?"

He said, "Christ! My brain is rapidly turning to tapioca, and you're giving me a test?"

Chuckling again, she said, "You asked me, that if you ever started taking us for granted, I should slap you. Well, I am your slave and I will obey you, so if that happens, I will slap you as hard as I possibly can."

"Promise?" he said.

Alyssa leaned forward, put her arms around him, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "You have my word, My Master."

* * *

Alyssa and Tommy walked into the living room, and he said, "Well, we've been talking and—"

"Oh wait, Sammy, please," said Malsa and then she abruptly arose, took his arm, and led him to the front porch.

"If you're going to let her stay," she said, "then I think I should leave now. It might get uncomfortable for Lilly if I stay."

He said, "Uh...okay. We talked about it and we're going to give it a try. We'll take care of her, Malsa; you know we will...I may need to call you though..."

Malsa put her arms around him and gave him a kiss, "I know she'll be happy here, Sammy. There is nobody I trust more, but if you need me, just call and I'll be on the first plane back here."

After another kiss on the cheek, she turned, hopped in her car and was gone. He just stood there, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to process all that was going on. A minute or so passed before he realized he was just getting himself even more confused. Just before he moved to go back to the house, he turned his head skyward, and said out loud, "I knew my life was to good to be true. It's payback time, isn't it!?"

Entering the living room, he looked at Alyssa and said, "Did you...?"

She said, "No. We were waiting for you."

He sat in the easy chair, sighed, and said, "Okay, Lilly, we've decided to try this—"

She instantly jumped from her seat squealing in delight. She pounced on his lap and hugged him in what seemed to be a death grip, all the while sobbing on his shoulder. As he tried to console her, Kendall and Alyssa stood up.

"We're going to Kenny's for a while," said Alyssa, "If you need us just call. I think you two have a lot to talk about."

Before he could protest, they were out the front door. He really would have liked some help at that moment, but he realized that Alyssa knew he would have to be convinced by Lilly that she was not going to try and step between them.

Her sobbing began to ebb, so he said, "Lilly, we have to talk about a few things. Most importantly, Alyssa. I want to make you happy Lilly, but I won't do it at her expense."

She sat up on his lap, and through her tears said, "Oh no, Sammy. No! She's your lady. I know that, and I would never do anything...She's your number one, and always will be. I just hope to become your number two. You'll see, Sammy, I will be the best slave...to both of you."

Sighing again, he said, "There's a lot of stuff to work out, but there's plenty of time. For now, why don't you get your stuff and pick whichever room you like. Get yourself settled and we'll talk some more later."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanked him too many times to count, then ran to the porch to retrieve her bags. As she came back in, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned towards him, "Is it okay if I go into slave mode now?"

He was about to tell her that they could discuss that later, but looking into her saucer-like eyes, he sighed once more, and said, "Yes, fine. Now go and unpack and meet me on the front porch in half an hour."

The room actually seemed to brighten as her face beamed a huge smile. She squealed, "Yes, My Master!" and rushed up the stairs as fast as the heavy suitcases would allow.

As he got up to go to the kitchen, he couldn't help but laugh quietly at her eagerness. He made himself a rye and ginger, and then took a quick, straight shot out of the bottle. He grabbed a cigar, went out to the front porch and settled in for some serious reflection.

His life had taken some strange turns over the past few weeks, and now he had this young, nubile, drop-dead gorgeous girl whose greatest desire was the be his eager slave. Of course, he already had a drop-dead gorgeous girl--the love of his life, who also had no other desire but to be his devoted slave. On the face of it, one would have to say that Tommy was sitting on top of the world, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew that great care would have to be taken so as not to give Alyssa even a moment's doubt as to her place in his heart.

Thoughts of the possibilities with Lilly were difficult to push from his mind. While most of his clients came to the ranch for their own gratification, she was different. She enjoyed the bondage, discipline, and forced orgasms as much as the next girl, but she had always been eager to please him. Often she suggested that if there was something new he would like to try, he should try it on her. And there was that incredible hummer on his birthday! While Alyssa's affection for having his cock in her mouth was something he was constantly thankful for, Lillie's enthusiastic effort was a close second.

His ruminations were interrupted as she came downstairs, out to the porch, and quickly knelt at his left side. The fact that she was stark naked was not helping him focus at all.

From her very first visit to the ranch, Lilly had instantly become one of his favourites. She was adventurous to a fault; never complaining of discomfort, regardless how extreme the bondage. She was exceptionally orgasmic, often getting terribly aroused simply as a result of the bind itself; walking by her clit would be enough to cause her to explode. The fact that she had one of the tightest bodies he had ever seen didn't hurt either. If she had any body fat it must be buried deep inside her since there was certainly none visible on the surface, other than those "please squeeze me" boobs.

"We need to set a few ground rules," he said, "but all this has caught me by surprise, so we may need to revisit the issue a few times, as we go."

Keeping her eyes lowered, she said, "Of course, My Master, but...may I speak, Master?"

"You may."

"I will happily abide by any rules you make, My Master; you or Mistress Alyssa. I am just so happy that you've allowed me to stay, and I promise I will not be a burden."

Tommy couldn't help but grin at her reference to "Mistress Alyssa." He wondered how she would react to Lilly's fervor to be submissive to her as well. His head began to spin again as visions of his two naked slave girls...

He had to physically give his head a shake to refocus, "I want you to go to the studio now and wait for me. We will talk there...Now off you go."

She popped to her feet, slipped on one of the several pairs of flip-flops that were always available on the porch, and then she hurried to the studio. He watched her round, perfect bum wiggle back and forth as she speed-walked across the driveway, and then he called Alyssa to see if she had any suggestions for the "ground rules." He explained that he was going to bind her and then talk to her. The bondage was, in part, a way to give him more time to think, but he admitted that he was indulging himself a bit as well. Hoping for a little help, he was a little miffed when Alyssa simply said that whatever he came up with was fine with her.