The Code

14. Carpentry Skills.

"Equals." Catherine said as I knelt before her. Apart from a watch and a gold necklace, she was naked and so was I. Sarah was in her bedroom with Christopher and the two other gentlemen. There were muffled moans and the odd crack of some implement striking flesh.

Christopher had arrived first and taken me straight to the bedroom where he had been less than gentle. Catherine and the two other men arrived as I was cleaning him. Catherine shed her clothes and had Sarah kneel to take her nectar in front of everyone before the two men took Sarah's leash and took her to where I had just been taken. Christopher had joined them and gave me an earnest look as he closed the door to Sarah's prison.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you." I relaxed a little, knowing that nothing was ever equal.

"Your sister's been making you break the rules."

"I understand, Mistress. Please punish me."

"Having you both together was my idea. I wanted you to feel relaxed when you fu...had sex with each other. Oh, I do hate that F word. I don't know why I ever agreed with Rebecca to start using it."

"I'm okay with it, Mistress." I smiled.

"Well...anyway." Catherine paused. "We wanted it to be easy when you did it in front of other members of The Code. We wanted it to look like you were...is 'enjoying it' the right phrase?"

"We do enjoy it, Mistress. Sarah is really into it. The taboo thing is a real turn on for her."

"Yes, that movie you made seemed to show that."

"It's a good job you didn't see all the mess we made in making it." I laughed.

Catherine smiled at me and her finger drifted towards her sex.

"We do have a rule though don't we, Peter. A rule about instructions as to when you may climax."

"Yes, Mistress. I know I've let you down."

Catherine made a slight twitch as her fingers settled into rubbing her clitoris. She was silent and unmoving as I watched her orgasm silently before opening her eyes to look at me. Where did she go? What was she planning in those seconds of ecstasy? I thought.

"Your sister is the problem for you, but she has come up with a solution."

I looked at her, puzzled.

"The other night, in your...basecamp. She showed you how to take her to the edge and stop."

"Yes, Mistress. She wants me to learn how it works for her."

"Yes. If you knew how good it was, you'd want a sex change." Catherine smiled.

"Rebecca has been showing me. It's..." She sighed, continuing to play with her clitoris.

"I'm pleased you like it, Mistress."

More moans and spanking noises came muffled from the bedroom where Sarah was entertaining three men. Catherine closed her eyes again and jolted as another tiny orgasm took her.

"Once they've done with her...and it may take a while. They'll...anchor her to the rail so she cannot touch herself."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You must learn how they set the chains and cuffs for this so that you can do it. You will then...basecamp with her and touch her. You must be very soft and gentle and take her to the edge of orgasm. Do this five times but do not let her orgasm at all. Leave her tied to the bed and then go to the spare room and sleep there. Jonathan has installed a call button to call you in case she needs to go to the bathroom. Don't be tempted to allow her to use your mouth. It must not get touched by you. There's a bedpan for her to use to pee into. If she needs anything else you can escort her to the bathroom but do not let her touch herself, and, whatever she says, don't be tempted to touch her."

"I understand, Mistress."

"Sarah, unlike yourself and most of the other slaves, is very difficult to control by the whip. She's mostly unafraid of it. She has to be restrained from her orgasms. This is a lengthy process and you may find it disturbing. If you interfere with the process, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. May I ask a question please, Mistress?"

"Of course, Peter."

"She seems to be able to orgasm just by thought. How will this work?"

"Oh I'm not saying we can stop all her orgasms, Peter. Just the ones she really wants. The edge orgasms are spectacular. They go on for minutes and the pleasure is incredibly intense. She's seeking them out with you. She needs to know that we are in control so, tell her that these are your instructions."

"I will, Mistress."

"Good." Catherine's fingers were pressing on her clitoris. She rolled off the sofa and presented her backside to me. "Take the device off your cock, Peter. Let's put it to some use. She's getting fucked hard and I'd like to be too."

The two men departed before Catherine and Christopher. Seemingly satisfied at Sarah's performance.

"Come see." Catherine motioned me to move to the bedroom where Sarah was layin on the bed. Her legs were opened, one tied by rope to the foot of the bed. Shackles with cuffs had been attached to the rail and to her collar, restricting her to only be able to touch herself as low as the top of her cleavage.

"It must not be allowed to touch that." Catherine instructed, and I noted that the naming convention was now in the slave mode. Sarah was now an 'it'.

Sarah's vagina was seeping semen. Her breasts were red from being spanked. I suspected her backside had also been made red and that her anal passage would also show signs of use. I said nothing to her.

"If she asks you for the Lignocaine, you are to refuse to apply it. " Christopher ordered.

"She's using it to control the afterpain. We need her to know that, if she's punished with the crop then it's going to be uncomfortable, even if she can orgasm her way through the pain. Do you understand?"

"I do, Sir". I replied.

"Do you understand your instructions for basecamp?" Sarah shot me a look of shock.

"I do, Sir." I replied.

"Only five." Catherine ordered. "It is not to orgasm. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Slave S may not orgasm."

"It is to pee into the bedpan. Understand? Do not be tempted to taste her directly since this is likely to make her orgasm."

"I understand, Mistress."

"Oh, and slave, if you release, use the ice molds."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Book some time away from work after the Christmas break for both of you. We wish to continue your slavery at 86 together with Mistress Rebecca." Christopher's order was to me, his face made clear this was non-negotiable.

"Yes, Master." I replied, head bowed.

I made a mental note to book some days off and to discuss it with Sarah. It was important, Christopher said, that we both attended 86 at the same time to gain the most from the time there.

Once Sarah was settled on the bed and had relaxed, Christopher and Catherine departed and left us with the lights on and the glow of the cameras. Someone was watching and listening. Probably Becky I thought. I climbed into bed with Sarah.

"We're lucky we're not being whipped...or worse."

"Snuggle me." Sarah whispered. "How did they find out?"

"Hidden microphone maybe...who knows. Maybe the neighbors are Code members and they've listened in. It was as much a shock to me as it was you."

"So I'm not allowed to...with you?"

"Not without their say so. It has to be like this, they're pretty pissed off with us."

I kissed her softly then slowly, carefully moved my hand to her sex. It was dripping semen and it was simple to find the small channel again and touch her just below her clitoris.

"Yes...there...just there oh...keep going...keep going...keep..."

I stopped, probably too early since I'd had little experience with how far the edge was for Sarah.

"Please don't do this, Peter. Please let me come."

I started to touch her again. Just the tiniest movement of my finger in the wetness close to her clitoris set her into gear. I decided to try some narrating to help her along.

"You're very wet, Sarah. Did the men fuck you hard?"

"Oh...yes...there...please don't stop...please."

I stopped again.

Sarah bounced up and down on the bed, rattling the chains holding her fast. Pulling tight against the shackles in an attempt to release a hand to finish herself off.

"How many times did they ejaculate into you, Sarah?" My finger moved slightly.

"Please let me orgasm. Please let me come, Peter. Please." She gasped.

Another stop.

I kissed her breast and toyed with her nipple with my tongue. The bed shook again as she tried to escape her bonds.

"Oh please, Peter. Please, Peter. Please don't do this...this is torture."

"Do you want to come, Sarah?" A taunting whisper.

"Please...please...yes please." There was a giddiness to her voice. Her bottom moved up and down on the bed as she tried to get something to touch her sex.

I touched her again, slightly sliding my finger away from her clitoris slightly harder.

"Oh fuck...I'm coming...I'm coming!"

I froze.

"You bastard, Peter. You fucking bastard... let me come. Please, please, let me come. I can't do this." She gasped.

"You're orders are no orgasms, Sarah." I said softly. "One more time and then I will leave you alone."

The final time I took her just a little further. I learned some of her rhythm and how the tiny jolts and trembles lead her to her orgasms and could just about keep her from going over.

"Press the call button if you need something." I said, turning the lights out in her room, I headed for my bed in the spare room.

I heard the clinking of the chains as I curled up in the dark on my own. My hardness tempted me to play with myself but I had to resist. Our owners were putting us through a very special kind of torture which I hadn't foreseen. If there was a competition of wills between Rebecca and Sarah. Rebecca was going to win. Sarah had to let go and learn to be owned.

Two hours later the buzzer rang, waking me from a deep sleep.

"I have to pee." She said, seemingly calm.

"You have to use the bedpan."

"Can't you...you know...drink me?"

"You know why that isn't allowed, Sarah. We have to do as we're told by our owners. You know this. Stop trying to get me into trouble. Do you know how to use this?" I waved the bedpan at her.

"I'll roll to one side, slide it under me. Let's hope I don't wet the fucking bed."

"This is going to be an ongoing thing, I think. It's the only way you're going to submit to them."

"But our basecamp, Peter. They're taking it away."

"Perhaps." I paused. "Perhaps this is for the better, Sarah. Maybe...being a mistress once gave you too much freedom. You're adjusting to not being in control...in fact, you've handed over control, or at least, you're supposed to have. You really do have to hand over control of your orgasms to them too. Nothing is yours anymore."

"This is too hard, Peter." A trickle of urine dribbled into the bed pan and I waited in silence for it to finish before carefully removing it, I set it aside on the bedside cabinet. "I really need you to help me over an edge. You can't start this and not finish. It's cruel."

"They're in control, Sarah. You have to accept it and stop fighting it. You've handed your body over for them to use, that includes your orgasms."

"Don't I even get a tissue?"

"Nope."

Sarah let out a big sigh and I pulled the duvet over her and picked up the bedpan.

Catherine had said I had to dispose of it as I saw fit, but I knew what she'd meant.

Another secret I had to start keeping from Sarah.

When morning arrived, Sarah was in a more understanding mood.

"I know I have to try to obey them." She said as I unlocked her shackles. "It's going to be hard but I will try, Peter. I know you're going to be punished if I don't get this right."

"Is that what they told you? That I would be punished?"

"The two men and Christopher made it plain." Sarah looked down at her breasts.

"They beat me and took turns with all of me." A weird smile came over her face and I knew where her mind was going.

"Stop right now." I snapped. "Stop right now or you go back to your shackles."

"I have to go to work." Sarah pleaded.

"I'll call in sick for you. They'll believe your brother. Do you want all day in the shackles?"

Sarah took a deep breath. "No. You're right. Let's get a shower and some coffee and get the day started."

I took Sarah's leash and led her to the shower and watched as she cleaned her body. She smiled as she saw how her body made me feel hard.

"Pity." She said, looking at my sex. "I could use that right now."

I led her back to her bedroom and watched her put her scrubs on ready for work.

"Fucking instant fucking coffee! We don't do instant in this house!" Sarah shouted as I exited the shower. By the time I arrived back in the kitchen, the coffee pot was full of decaf and my instant coffee had disappeared along with Sarah.

"Oh no. Not this shit again." I muttered to myself. I poured a mug of coffee, grabbed a banana and went to my desk.

It took me an hour to move my desk to my new room. I had to fish my jar of instant coffee from the trash to really get the day going. Just after ten, Jonathan arrived with apparatus for my room. Just after eleven I was back at my desk, Jonathan leaking from my anal passage into my underwear.

Sarah was due in at five so I took a shower, cleaned up and set the bed up. Then I went to a local fast food chicken shop, bought chicken and slaw and drinks and got back to her house, just before she arrived, at which point, I made her strip naked and wear her collar before fastening her to the bed.

"You're here all night." I said flatly. "Sorry but, unless a Code member calls to use you. We have to keep you chained up. I've got some fast food which I know you're going to hate but it's the best I can do."

"You're going to torture me again aren't you." She said glumly.

"I am." I replied, trying to not show just how much I was enjoying watching her struggle. I saw in Sarah exactly what Christopher, Catherine and Rebecca got from the control they had over me.

Sarah ate chicken she didn't want, and drank soft drink she hated.

"I hope somebody comes by and fucks me right in front of you."

"I doubt they're going to let that happen until you start behaving." I replied. "When they control exactly when you orgasm, I think this is going to be the routine."

"I can orgasm." She said defiantly.

"I know. But it's the edge orgasms you want, isn't it?" I softened my voice and touched one of her nipples then, tracing my finger down her body, headed to her soft spot again. She was in flight again within seconds.

"Please no, Peter. Please don't start this and then stop again."

"I'm only following instructions."

This time I extended her ten times before stopping and leaving her shackled to her bed. I took well over ninety minutes, first talking, then touching, then stopping before restarting the cycle. She fell asleep crying.

For the next six days, Sarah came home from work and was shackled to her bed. The fast food varied and she hated all of it. The number of edges she was taken to was increased each day until at thirty, she begged for it to stop and Rebecca sent me a message to finally allow her to orgasm. Watching the orgasm take her was thrilling. She seemed to jolt and tremble for minutes experiencing the incredible pleasure of the pent up frustration that she'd endured.

Sarah rested in my arms, still shackled to the bed.

"Thank you." She whispered. "I needed that."

"No. You needed to go through that." I replied.

"I know I did."

"Let them control you."

"I did."

"You didn't want to. The independent mistress in you was fighting for control."

"I know."

"You still have to stay like this."

"I know."

Sarah looked at me, the defiance in her eyes was gone. No more pleading, she was accepting her position to be used and controlled.

She fell asleep in my arms.

An alert popped up on my email system to remind me that today, I had to be on a client site over the other side of town. I'd forgotten almost everything about this client and quickly reviewed all the documents and the presentation they expected. Fifteen minutes later I was in my car in suit and waistcoat, on my way across town, hoping Sarah was having a better start to the day than I was. Let's hope the client still has decent coffee, I thought, accelerating through the traffic. Luckily, the client had the same instant coffee, in sachets that I enjoyed and my mood got better as the day went on. It was after six when I left the client and a long series of presentations and software demonstrations. Lunch had been provided so I didn't need to stop for fast food on the way back to Sarah's house.

When I arrived, the blue Mercedes was parked in the driveway.

"Oh, just in time. We need an extra hand." Catherine's vanilla voice called down the hallway. "We're in the dining room. If you hurry up, you'll be in time to watch my husband deposit his semen up your sister's anal passage...she's such a darling calling it that...I love it!"

I ventured down the hallway and stopped at the dining room door.

Christopher was sitting at the head of the table with Sarah, blindfolded was sliding up and down, impaling herself on him. Her moans dulled by heavy curtains drawn; her cuffs held tight by hoops of steel screwed into a thick pine rail which had been G clamped to the table. Christopher's right hand was freely fondling her right breast, his tongue was exploring her ear and neck. His left hand held her hair tight.

I looked on in fascination at my sister and my master. His wife, beamed at me; her smile bright and sparkling. Her fingers held a thin copper nail against my sister's left nipple which she held flat against the wooden rail.

"Grab that hammer." Catherine ordered.