The Unlikely Savior Ch 05

Chapter 5 - The World Opens

Adam:

It was late afternoon after our ride and the unforgettable experience Marjory bestowed on me at the waterfall. The sun was still not low because of daylight savings time. Marjory asked me if I would like to drive. Would I like to drive a Porche? That just proves that even brilliant people can have a loose screw. Not that anything was loose about her when we were screwing this afternoon.

Going into the house, Marjory's mom saw us and gave Marjory a big hug. Then, to my surprise, she gave me one too. A full-on hug with her breasts pressed against my chest. She said, "Marjory, you have twenty-five minutes to change for dinner. Adam, you are dressed just fine. Mr. Nakamura is in his study and would like to see you. Would you follow me?"

I followed Mrs. Nakamura, and Marjory went up the stairs to change. Mr. Nakamura stood when Mrs. Nakamura opened the study door. "Come in, Adam, and have a seat."

Mrs. Nakamura told her husband, "You have twenty-five minutes."

She shut the door behind her, and I took the seat the boss of my boss's boss pointed out to me. In most companies that size, as I understood, there would be many more layers of management. But Mr. Nakamura kept things lean, preferring to spend his money on talent instead of administrators.

"Adam, starting Monday, I have arranged for you to have a series of tests. Depending on how well you do, the testing may well take days. Try to get a good night's sleep Sunday. I want you to be at your best."

"Can you tell me what the tests are for?" I asked.

"In general, it is an extensive evaluation. You have some knowledge of electronics that clearly extends into the college level and possibly beyond in a few discussions we have had. But, it is also obvious that you do not have the general background knowledge that is normally expected to go with that level of expertise. These tests will tell us exactly what you know and where we must remediate."

I admitted, "I let some things slide to learn more about electronic circuitry. I can see that it is hurting me now. But at the same time, I would begrudge any bit of my electronics that I had failed to learn. I don't see any way to compensate for what I lost."

Mr. Nakamura said, "You should not worry about that right now. The important thing is for you to do as well as you can on these tests. When I get the results, we will talk. It is time for dinner now."

Marjory:

I wore black tights and a yellow long-sleeved silk top. Some of my rope marks were starting to fade. My outfit looked good, showing my curves while hiding any rope marks. After our dinner, the main dish was grilled salmon, I took Adam home and met his parents. They both seemed very friendly, hard-working people. They were obviously intelligent. I saw that life is not always fair. They had worked hard and played by the rules. But they had gotten nowhere. No, that's not true. They had Adam, so they had produced something very worthwhile.

Johanna:

I closed the door after seeing Marjory and Adam off. She would be a couple of hours at least. I took Masutatsu by the hand and walked with him up the stairs and into our room. In our room, I shut and locked the door and started removing my clothing. "We have at least two hours; I would like to play if that would suit you."

Masutatsu replied, "When have I ever not been ready to play with you, Johanna? Lead the way."

Down to my red bikini bottoms, I took his hand and entered our walk-in closet. I slid some of Masutatsu's suits to the side to make us a passage to the back wall. There was a very cleverly disguised door that looked like a wall panel. Pressing on both top corners of the 'panel' simultaneously caused it to slide open without making a sound. We stepped through the door into our secret playroom.

I told Masutatsu, "I have not been one to keep secrets from my husband. But tonight, I have a secret. Do you think that you can make me tell it to you?"

He replied, "I know that if you had wanted to keep the secret, you would not have mentioned it to me. I conclude that you want some rough play before you divulge it to me. Will you cooperate while I tie you up, or must I work for that, too?"

"We will play by our standard rules. I will completely cooperate while you are tying me up. Where do you want me?"

Masutatsu said, "With you in this mood, I pick the bondage chair."

I went to the chair and took my seat. Masutatsu put a single-column tie on my right ankle and then pulled it to the side and the back of the chair, tying it off on a D-ring on the right-hand rear side. After fixing my left leg the same way, my butt was being pulled against the narrow back of the chair by my legs. He asked me to hold my hands behind my neck. I knew that this was to give him free access to my torso to bind it to the back of the chair, which was highly polished and waxed. The back was a two-by-six oak board with corners rounded and smoothed. He fixed me to the backboard with rope loops above and below my tits. Then, because he liked how it made me look, he crisscrossed rope between my breasts. That put extra pressure on my tits, but it was well worth it for the pleasure it gave my husband.

Masutatsu stood behind the chair, took my hands, and lowered them before pulling them behind me and the chair. Typically, he would tie my hands next. Tonight, he tied my elbows first with rope just above my joints. He pulled it tight so my elbows pushed together and my forearms touched along their length. I said, "Oh, you are not playing around tonight. Do you think that will help you get my secret?"

"It may take a little while," he said. "But I think that we will get there." He was looping the rope around and around my forearms, a little lower each time until they were fastened tightly together down to my wrists. Masutatsu was always careful about my circulation. Tonight, not so much. I would have to carefully monitor how my hands and fingers felt and let him know if there was a problem. We had many years of bondage experience with each other and knew how to care for ourselves. Sometimes, I was at the top. But I liked being Masutatsu's submissive and was almost always the bottom.

He went to a drawer and selected a gag for me. I noticed that he picked a black panel gag to match my panties. I also noticed that he chose the one with the largest insert for my mouth that we had. I really did not like to be gagged with anything that large. In our play, I would expect to be gagged with something that size for a few minutes only. But I was holding out on him, so I guessed I would have that penis gag forcing my jaws apart until I was ready to talk. We would just have to see how well I could hold out. Keeping with our rules. I obediently opened my mouth to receive his gift.

"You have been a very good girl," he told me after closing the buckle behind my neck. He had not been gentle. The straps pulled the penis deep into my mouth and pulled against the corners of my mouth. He added, "You can start your struggles now if you wish, but I don't think you can free yourself until I untie you." I did not have any doubt that he was correct. Masutatsu tenderly caressed my boobs and stroked my nipples before any roughness, as he always did. I turned my face to kiss him, but he was beyond my reach.

We had some instruments for our play hanging on hooks on the walls. Again, Masutatsu selected the one I liked the least. It was a finely crafted single-tale whip. I might be ready to tell him my secret sooner than I thought I would. Because he knows my secret involves Marjory, he plans to show me his displeasure. He is correct to do so. But I have started down this path. I will follow it wherever it leads.

Ouch, that hurts. The only sounds I could make were, "Hmmmph, mmmph, hmmph!" as he stroked the whip back and forth across my body. First on the ribs, then the belly above my navel, then across the top of my panties. Then he focused on my tits. He was hitting me hard enough to leave red stripes on my breasts. The whip struck the tops, the bottoms, and the sides of my tits. Finally, he let me have it four or five times right on my nipples. "Hmmmph!" Damn, that hurt. My body, as it always did when we played rough, contradicted me with a rushing tingle in my cunt.

"Shake your head yes if you are ready to talk." I shook my head no.

"Then you are not yet uncomfortable enough. I twisted my neck to watch as Masutatsu went behind the chair and reached up to a cable with a hook at the end. He pulled it down and hooked it to the ropes at the bottom of my arms. I knew what was coming. The cable was connected to a hand crank fixed to the wall. There were several like this around the room. Masutatsu said he wanted a hand crank instead of a motorized system because it gave him better control. When he started turning the crank, it started lifting my hand, at first, up. I could only get a little bend in my elbows so quickly my hands were going out behind me. I wanted to bend forward, but the ropes lashing me to the chair kept me up straight. Yoga and other exercises kept me very flexible. He stopped cranking when my arms were parallel to the floor and pointing straight back from the chair. As always, his judgment of what I could handle was pretty good. My tits were stinging, and now my shoulders were burning. But all were within limits that I could take. But I knew that I would give up sooner than usual.

I didn't see him get it off the wall, but I knew he had the heavy flogger when it struck my tits. For minutes, he wielded the flogger. He got my legs, my abdomen, and my boobs. The chair's design had my legs spread and gave him access between my legs with the whip or the flogger. Many blows came right on my pussy. All of the impacts hurt, but the strikes to my cunt or my tits caused the most pain. And also caused my cunt to throb and want more. "Hmmmph, hmmmph!" I had had enough; I would talk. I snapped my fingers, and Masutatsu immediately stopped flogging me.

"Are you ready to talk now?" I shook my head in a yes. He went to the wench and lowered my arms from their ninety-degree angle to a relatively comfortable sixty degrees. Next, he unbuckled the gag and freed my mouth. He opened a bottle of water from the small fridge and let me sip. He felt me between my legs. "You are responding as usual. I was afraid that I was being too hard. You held out a long time for that level of intensity. Are you alright?"

I answered, "Yes, I will have to be careful what I wear for days. I must tell you that I am not the only one who has to be careful that way. Marjory has discovered the joy of bondage and is experimenting with Adam. You must not take any action against him because of this. They are of an age to make their own decisions. I was only 18 when I met you, remember."

"I do remember," he said, "You will have to excuse me while I process this. I did not get any hint of this from either my daughter or Adam. I thought that I was better at reading people than this indicates."

"That is because that is only one of the things that they are processing right now. It came to Marjory while kidnapped that her body liked being tied up even though she was embarrassed, afraid, near naked, and uncomfortable. Then later, Adam rescued her but could not get her out of the zip ties until he carried her to the barn and found a tool. With Adam carrying her, she became even more sexually stimulated. She is on the same path I followed to submissive land."

Masutatsu said, "It is wonderful that she confides in you so openly. But I see a powerful young woman who will be the alpha in any group she finds herself in. If, like you, it is her choice to be submissive to someone of her choice, we should not put any obstacles in her path. But observe to keep her safe while she learns her way."

"I concur, my husband. We have at least an hour left before Marjory returns. If you are willing, my tits need more of your attention. If you would put me on the massage table, hogtie me, and then turn me on my side, I would be in an excellent position for you to pay proper attention to my boobs. After your masterful wielding of the single-tail and the flogger, my tits need some, if not gentle, at least less traumatic play."

"As always, Johanna," Masutatsu answered, "your ideas are the best. There is no end to the delight that I take with your boobs. The rest of you is exquisite also, but you know what your breasts do to me." While unhooking her from the pulley and moving her to the table, he continued, "For your information, I have been discussing young Adam with the Electronic Engineering Department Head at MIT. We have arranged some special testing for Adam next week. I will do everything possible to make him worthy of our Marjory."