It was just getting dark when we arrived back at the cottage. We rested for a while, showered, and put on our robes. The house was quiet and we remained in our room until just before seven, which was the appointed hour. The old clock in the hall had begun to chime the hour as we entered the sitting room to find John sitting quietly by the fire. Many candles illuminated the room and the smell of incense permeated the air. The wooden platform with its stark binding post was positioned in the centre of the room. On its surface lay three pots of scented massage oil and the spreader, the firelight glinting on its polished metal surface. Despite the solemnity of the occasion, I could barely suppress a giggle when I caught Beth's eye and recalled our earlier conversation, wondering what was going through her mind. She frowned at me disapprovingly and in any case the urge to laugh disappeared as Martha led Eve into the room. Eve wore a ceremonial robe of white trimmed with gold, fastened at the waist with a golden cord. The long, wide sleeves hid her hands, and a hood covered her hair. Martha's robe was the mirror image of Eve's, gold in colour trimmed with white. She was hooded too so that only the faces and bare feet of the women were visible as, arm-in-arm, they entered the room.
John stood to greet them, and the two women faced him in silence, an arm's length away. "Welcome Sisters," he said quietly, his face was grave, but his voice was measured and betrayed no fear. "Eve," he continued, "please tell us what we hope to achieve tonight and the manner in which we seek to accomplish it?"
Eve spoke clearly, "I wish to be free of the corruption that manifests itself as an imitation of pregnancy. My robe will be removed, naked then my hands will be bound to the post there before us, my legs will be opened and held apart by the bar that lies here. Beth and Martha will arouse me, doing with my body as they please. When you deem the time to be right, you will enter me and fill me with your seed." Eve drew back her hood. I gasped, she looked so beautiful. Martha had braided her hair and interwoven it with small white flowers. It was lovely and also practical, preventing Eve's hair from hanging over her face once she was bound in position.
"I know that there are perils before us," Eve spoke confidently, turning to look at each of us, "but there is also the prospect of ecstasy at your hands, and the hope of healing. I must accept the risk."
"Bravely spoken Sister," John said gently, "then let us begin. Who would you have disrobe you?"
This was a surprise, I had assumed that this would naturally fall to Martha, but Eve had been given the choice. She smiled and looked at me. "I would like it to be Hazel," she said, turning to face me, her eyes holding my gaze.
"I am honoured to be chosen," I replied, and stepping forward, lifted my hands to the nape of her neck and kissed her. Eve opened her lips and our tongues met in a gentle kiss, but deeply sensual. She sighed quietly as our lips parted and I ran my hands down the cross-over of her robe to where the golden rope held the garment closed. My eyes fixed on hers, I untied the cord. Her robe parted and the contours of her body were tantalisingly exposed. Around her neck she wore a silver chain from which hung a small, five-pointed star within a circle of sliver. Martha must have placed this charm there during Eve's preparation. My hands found their way beneath the folds of Eve's robe, and I rested them briefly on her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin, listening to the quickening of her breathing. My hands moved inexorably upwards, following the slender contours of her waist, seeking the firmness of her breasts, as yet concealed by her robe. I caressed her, splaying my fingers as my hands played over the mounds of warm flesh, feeling her nipples harden beneath my questing fingertips. And then, with her body quivering in anticipation, I opened my arms and the robe separated. There was an audible intake of breath from the others as I pushed the robe over her shoulders and Eve's beauty was fully revealed.
I stood back and looked at the vision that was Eve. On her left breast, over her heart, Martha had traced a design in Henna, a filigree pattern that spiralled from her swollen nipple, around and beneath her breast, across her stomach to finish by encircling her navel. Her skin shimmered in the flickering light; she had been anointed from head to toe with an iridescent oil. Beth simply stared in wonder, even Martha who had obviously spent much of the day preparing Eve looked in awe at the loveliness she had helped fashion. Eve stood quietly, the focus of our gaze, awaiting our next move and for the first time I felt sorry that John's blindness meant he could not share in the appreciation of Eve's beauty.
It was Martha who moved first. Slipping out of her own robe she took Eve's hand and led her to the platform, which she mounted. Martha positioned Eve facing the post with one of her feet on either side of the ring into which the spreader would later be clipped. Martha retrieved the spreader and placed it on the platform directly in front of Eve. Eve looked down at the unyielding bar of metal and leather, hard and ugly against the slenderness of her ankles and feet, and I saw a fleeting look of trepidation cross her face. Nevertheless, she opened her legs wide and Martha wrapped the cuffs around her ankles and buckled them tight.
Martha beckoned to Beth who turned to me and whispered, "may the Goddess be with us," before stripping off her robe and walking round to where the post rose solidly from the platform. Beth stretched out her hands and Eve took hold of them, supporting herself while bending forward until her hands rested on the top of the post. Martha meanwhile held on to the spreader so that Eve's feet remained in position. Wrapping Eve's slender wrists in the cuffs, Beth tightened the straps and Martha threaded the carabiner through the loop of the spreader. Eve was in position, and what a position. Eve was so tempting that for a moment I almost regretted choosing to serve John. Bending forward with her back horizontal, her breasts hung down, luscious and full, her nipples engorged and swollen, Beth, kneeling by her head was already reaching for the rich almond oil that would lubricate her hands as they coaxed new heights of sensation from those tender peaks. Martha too had an enviable task. Between Eve's legs, splayed wide and held fast by the spreader, the tight rosette of her anus contrasted with the sweetly open lips of her pussy. Martha's oiled hands were already playing over and around Eve's buttocks, straying closer and closer to the deep cleft between and the centres of pleasure there displayed.
I stepped over to where John stood. "Will you remove my robe?" I asked gently. He smiled, "of course," he said, and I took his hands, guiding them to the topmost button of my robe. With deft fingers, despite his inability to see, he found each button and without undue haste unfastened it. A frisson of desire gripped me each time his fingers touched my skin, however fleetingly, and I remembered why, despite Eve's obvious temptations, I had chosen this role. With the last button undone my robe fell open, John lifted it from my shoulders letting it fall to the floor behind me and then made my knees buckle simply by sliding the backs of his hands from my shoulders downwards and over my breasts. I managed to stay on my feet but the intensity of pleasure from even the lightest touch of his fingers was so great I almost fainted. Now I realised that John was right to be worried about Eve. If the merest touch of the backs of his fingers on my breasts could trigger so strong a reaction in me what would the effect on Eve be when he entered her.
I looked over to where Beth and Martha worked on the tethered Eve. Two pairs of hands were at work. Slick with oil they caressed and teased, fingertips and palms explored the erogenous geography of Eve's body without let or hindrance. Eve writhed and jerked under the sensory overload, the rattle of metal on metal from the stays that held her, underpinning the cries of passion that came at increasing volume from her lips. I needed to prepare John.
John's robe was tied at the waist, it was the matter of a moment for me to remove it and cast It aside. I ran my hands over his torso, feeling the musculature of his chest, his skin was warm and soft beneath my fingers. I walked around him exploring his body, reaching around him from behind. I pressed myself against him, feeling another burst of sensation as I pushed my breasts against his back. This was going to be good. My hands found his cock, already firm but not yet fully erect. I reached for the oil, smothering my breasts and deliciously lubricating my pussy lips. Slick with oil, I used every part of my body to stimulate him and he responded as I knew he would.
