Chapter Five: Stupid games, dumb mistakes, and more misunderstanding
She was already almost asleep when they reached the bed. He pulled down the bedspread and the top sheet; he laid her on the new soft cotton sheet. He'd shifted to cotton from satin; thought it was more manly.
They lay there side by side. She had her back up against him. Brother was she tired.
Cathy lay beside her man on the bed. Her hands and feet were still imprisoned by the chains. She still had his collar wrapped snugly around her neck; the tiny medallion that asserted his ownership lay comfortably below her chin in that soft valley of flesh at the bottom of her throat.
The manacles that embraced her wrists and ankles limited the movement of her arms and legs. Though none of the things hurt he was sure she disliked them. They were a little heavy, not heavy enough to be a bother her, but still just heavy enough to be reminded they were there.
Cathy lay there; she wondered if he had any plans of taking the infernal things off. It didn't look like it. Though she felt soft and snug, all cuddled up next to her man, she wished she were free of restraint. She began to furtively move about. She hoped the movement might send a message.
Steve felt her move. He heard the faint jingle and jangle of her chains. He supposed he should let her loose, but he liked the idea of her lying helpless beside him, and the soft tintabulation of the metal was like an aphrodisiac. He pressed himself more closely against her back. Her soft warm body plus the helplessness of her situation aroused him. He pressed his manhood against her rear end.
Anal sex had its appeal, but he wasn't inclined that way at the moment. He allowed his hard member to slide below her ass and let it rest insistently at the base of her vagina. He maneuvered her panties away from her crotch and pushed a little harder. She pressed back.
Lying side by side, back to belly, he slowly allowed himself to enter her. She was warm and wet. He slowly, ever so slowly, pushed in a little further; then he allowed himself to pull back slightly. She followed his penis with her behind. He pushed forward again. He moved slowly, back and forth; with her moving in unison, they enjoyed the moment.
They were both exhausted; it was over in minutes, but it was delightful, warm, wet, and too him anyway, romantic. He liked the feeling of his manly fluids filling up the inside her cavern.
Cathy, though still chained, enjoyed the interlude. She liked the way it felt when he was inside her. It occurred to her he was going to feel mighty guilty when they woke up. Maybe she could act out on it a little; maybe, just maybe, she could get him to see the ridiculousness of what he'd done. He wanted a chained up girl, a pet, some kind of slave girl. Maybe a day or two of play acting wouldn't hurt. She drifted off to sleep. Yes she'd pretend, and he could too, but she intended his pretense be rooted in self-conscious embarrassment. She sort of liked the idea; pretending to be his slave girl.
Hide and Seek!
Cathy awakened first. At first arousal she'd forgotten about the manacles and tried to stretch. Oops, she thought as she brought her hands back down. She pulled her hands up under her chin and rested her fingertips on her cheeks. She moved her feet a little to check on how much freedom she had down there. Not a lot she surmised.
She felt the collar around her neck. She took the index finger of her left hand and tapped the little amulet that dangled there. It emitted a faint jingle. She stopped the sound by holding it in two fingers. She thought to herself, this is going to be my lucky charm. I'm going to wear it from now on. She thought about the locket. She'd wear that too. She'd wear them both.
Cathy tried to roll a little to her left. She been sleeping on her right side all night, and wanted to give it a rest. Slowly she managed to get over on her back. She thought why not further, she kept slowly rolling till she was on her left side. She looked over at Steve, "Oh!"
He was wide awake and looking back at her.
"Steve, I didn't know you were awake?"
He yawned, "I just woke up. He stretched. Since he wasn't confined by anything he could stretch the full limit. He stretched again and then said, "Let me get you out of those things."
Cathy blew on his nose, "No you can't."
He eyed her with his left eye, "What?"
"I'm your slave. You chained me up. Now you have to take care of me."
He sat up on his right elbow, "Wait a minute. You're the slave. You have to wait on me."
She pushed herself up so she was sitting on her left butt cheek, "Your slave needs to be bathed."
He lay there, "Well go get a bath."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"My master has to carry me into the bathroom, and cleanse my body."
He still wasn't exactly playing along, "You can get a bath without my help."
She rolled so that she was kneeling on the bed in front of him, "You mustn't let your slave out of your sight. She might try to run away."
He chuckled. He reached up and pressed his hand against her right breast. It felt firm and warm. He chided, "She can't. She's been chained hand and foot."
Cathy wiggled her chest so he had to let go of her breast. She climbed off the bed and started for the door.
He sat up, "Hey, where are you going."
She looked back as she closed the door behind her, "I'm running away, and you'll never find me."
Steve got out of the bed and started for the hall. This was silliness. By the time he got there she was already at the top of the stairs. He shouted, "Hey wait!"
Cathy was on her rump bouncing down the steps one at a time.
He ran to the top of the steps just in time to see her as she slipped into the foyer. He said to himself, "Holy shit, she really is trying to run away."
He hurried down the steps, through the foyer, and to the front door. He saw Cathy scudding along awkwardly down the driveway; her seventeen inches of chain made it hard to cover much ground very fast. Still, in another ten seconds if she wasn't stopped she'd be in the street.
Steve took off after her, but stopped. He watched and realized she didn't have anything on except her chains and a soggy pair of panties, and both were seriously inhibiting her rate of speed. In fact if she didn't slow down she'd probably soon fall down.
He looked down. Shit. He didn't have anything on either. He figured; she's not going far because she doesn't want to get caught out on the street totally chained up and naked. Why the police would take her to jail, and then she'd be in a real world of shit.
Steve went back inside. He slipped on some jeans, a T-shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes. He found his wallet and keys. Laughing to himself he nonchalantly strolled out the front door and looked around. The house fronted the street very closely, only about a hundred feet, but it was on a two acre lot. The front was tree lined with hedges immediately around the drive and along the road. The front of the yard was small, but the back was substantial, with the gazebo, a shed, a swimming pool, and a healthy stand of evergreen trees. The trees covered nearly an acre at the far end.
Cathy reached the edge of the property and realized she was almost to the road. Traffic was never heavy, and even less so this time of day, but she certainly couldn't allow herself to be seen and caught the way she was. She wasn't stupid. Once at the front hedge she looked back. Steve wasn't anywhere to be seen. He probably hadn't made it out of the house yet. Already out of breath and perspiring heavily she leaned over and gasped for air. She decided the thing was to cut along the hedges to the back end of the yard. Once she reached the trees she could probably hide out for hours. Beyond that she didn't know; she only knew her key goal was not to get caught.
Steve stood on the front portal and looked around, but there was no sign of the girl. Well, he thought, if she wanted to make a game of it, he was up for it. Certain she hadn't made for the road he casually strolled around the house.
This was too easy. He walked around the house to the backyard. She couldn't have made it to the gazebo. Hiding in the shed would be crazy, and if she went to the pool he'd see her right away. He stood very still, put his hand over his forehead to cut down the glare and slowly scanned the back yard. She was very light skinned, white actually, she was certainly wet with sweat, and she was wearing bright shiny noisy chains.
He let his eyes ski across the back yard looking for any sign of movement. He saw her near the end of the yard. She looked to be trying to find a good spot to hide. Most of the trees were evergreens; a mixture of white pines, blue spruce, Serbian spruce, Norway spruce, and Douglas Firs. This was going to be fun; he'd track her down and drag her back to the house and punish her. But first he needed something with which to bring her back.
He went to the shed and rolled out the lawnmower. Then he went back into the gazebo and unhooked the chain he'd used to tether her to the floor the night before. He'd run her down with the tractor, chain her to the back, and then ride back to the house where he'd take her inside, clean her up, and give her some kind of punishment. Oh was this going to be fun. He could chase her around the trees all day.
She knew she wouldn't dare run out in the road, so she decided to run down and hide in the trees at the far end of the yard. She could watch him run around while she hid out. It would be a great game, kind of like hide and seek; only he'd never catch her.
