SAVING CAITLIN
by MaddieKim
Again I want to thank everyone who took the time to read this story. I appreciate the comments and the votes. I thought if one person likes this tale then I'll have done a good thing by submitting it. It seems more than one of you liked it, so again I say thank you to each and every one of you. Maddie
Part IV
Back to the cabin
When she saw the car coming up the drive, Ginny bolted out of the cabin and flew into Jon's arms the moment he was out of the car. He automatically pulled her into his embrace and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The kiss was loud and wet. Ginny laughed while she nipped his neck.
"God, Jonny, it's been too long. We've got ..." The rest of the sentence caught in Ginny's throat when she noticed Catie in the car. "I didn't know you were bringing someone." She wasn't mad...as a matter of fact, her eyes twinkled.
"Well, well, well. Todd will be happy," she continued.
"I doubt it. I don't share." He reminded her, "Except...maybe with you," he whispered as he nipped her ear. "Ginny, this is Catie. Catie, Ginny."
Catie stood quietly after getting out of the car. She refused to show her distress at seeing another woman in her man's arms. Her man. Catie realized that was exactly how she thought of Jon—her man. She remembered the reminder Jon had given her before they left the house and again in the car. Obey him without question or be disciplined.
She had been with Jon for nine months now. She could only remember being disciplined a few times. Most of the time, the disciplines were very mild. Jon had tied her many times, used a paddle, whip or flogger on her. She realized that it only made her more sensitive to his slightest touch as he once told her it would.
Once he had made her wear only his collar and nipple clamps as a punishment. But that pain was a pleasure/pain that brought out her wild side, her need for him more. She couldn't understand it; she only knew it was true. The small tugs on her nipples, caused by the weight of the chain connecting the clamps swinging while she did the tasks Jon had given her, made her so aware of her breasts. Each tug sent a hunger between her legs and she was nearly frantic with need when he finally took her.
The truth was she loved it when he tied her up and made her fly. Before meeting Jon, she never knew that a man's simple touch could bring such pleasure.
She was still in awe when she thought about what he did to her and how he brought her nothing but pleasure. When Carl had done the same thing, he had brought her nothing but horror and pain. No, that wasn't fair. Jon never tied her, beat her, or terrorized her as Carl had done. Jon's touch only brought pleasure. This weekend was 'the final test of a true submissive', he said.
Now she was watching another woman in Jon's arms while trying to remain calm and stoic. The day before, he told her an old friend had called and they were going to his friend's cabin, the same cabin where they stayed after Jon had rescued her from Carl.
He worked a half-day so they left at noon. She was excited to return to the place where he had claimed her for his own, but she was also apprehensive. He had explained that these friends practiced a similar lifestyle to theirs. They would understand her position.
The test, he said, would be her response to him when they didn't have to hide her submission. It would include her appropriate response to his interaction with others, others who knew or would know immediately upon meeting her that she belonged to him. She didn't know the test would begin before she even got out of the car.
He had reminded her she was his and he did not share, but she must do everything he said this weekend without balking or hesitating. She must do it immediately. He would take nothing less this weekend. She must be very submissive.
He may show her off and, if he did, she was not to show any defiance if he told her to undress. She would answer to no one but him, obey no one but him. She tried not to be nervous. He did not say how many people would be there, but this much was certain, Catie had not expected the old friend to be female, or that she would fly into his arms before his feet even touched the ground. But she remembered everything he had said, determined to make him proud of her.
Ginny cocked her head, but did not unlock her legs from his waist when she looked Catie over. Turning back to Jon, she said, "Well I guess you'll want the back room. I thought you'd sleep with me. I'm disappointed." She started to release her legs to slide down.
"Don't," he chuckled, pulled her tighter against his body with one hand. He aimed the keys at the car and heard the locks engage. After putting the keys in his pocket, he held out his free hand to Catie. "Yes, we'll want the back room, but we may just have to visit yours. How about right now? Come, Catie."
With his arm tightly around her waist, he carried Ginny into the house and up to the room he had stayed in many times. Ginny's room. Ginny was a bit shorter than Cate, but they were about the same weight, although Ginny had a fuller body with more lusty curves. Her weight was nothing he couldn't handle; he was used to carrying Catie. He didn't let go of Catie's hand until Ginny slipped down his body.
"Good, I see you've still got the table in here." He looked at Ginny as he spoke. "Take your clothes off, Caitlin." Jon pulled Ginny's broomstick skirt up, finding what he expected—a naked ass. Never looking at Catie, he pulled Ginny over to the table, pushing her face-down on it.
It was a strange looking table, approximately three feet high and a foot wide at one end. It remained the same width for about three feet before it suddenly narrowed to four inches, continuing for another three feet. The legs were like a sawhorse connected to the table, but spreading much wider at the floor. Straps were attached to the back legs of the table. Catie didn't remember this table from their last visit, but they had used a different room. She watched as Jon bunched Ginny's skirt around her waist so that her stomach and pussy were bare on the wider end of the padded table. He positioned her with her pussy just hanging off the table so her clit could be fingered. Jon hooked the straps to her thighs, ankles, and waist to keep her in the exact position he wanted...open and ready. He walked to the narrow end and pulled up two cuffs attached by chains. He put them on Ginny's wrists, pulling the chain to stretch her arms under the narrow beam of the table. She was now immobile and taut as a violin string. Her breathing was already ragged.
Jon eyes never left Ginny. "Come here, Caitlin." He noted that she had done exactly as he commanded. He gave her a wicked smile and a wink, then pulled her to him. He crushed his lips to hers and gently pushed her back a foot.
"Unzip me, Caitlin, and make me ready. Are you getting wet, Ginny?"
"Of course I am, you fool. Ow..." Jon smacked her ass hard.
"I have a new submissive here and she shows more respect than you. Mind your manners, Ginny, or I'll get the whip before I release you."
"Yes, master. I'm sorry, master," but there was a chuckle in her voice.
Jon smirked, touched Catie's chin to stop her sucking, and withdrew his hard penis from her mouth. He had her rise and put her hands on Ginny's ass cheeks.
"Finger fuck her, Caitlin, and spread those pretty little cheeks for me."
Catie did exactly was she was told, but knew she was going to hate see his cock going in and out of another woman. When he put on a condom, pulled her fingers out of Ginny's cunt, and thrust his cock in, Catie knew she was right.
"Caitlin, let Ginny clean your fingers. That's right. Now straddle the beam and let Ginny pleasure you. Good. Lean back, Caitlin. Get into her face. She can't move. Good girl. Do her good, Ginny. Caitlin, you may cum at any time."
Ginny began licking Catie's cunt.
"Move a little closer to Ginny, Cate. She can't move to you. You've got to come to her. Ah, yes, that's right, baby."
He watched Catie's face for several minutes as he slowly thrust into Ginny's tight little cunt. He saw the confusion, the apprehension, then several minutes later, her orgasm as it rolled softly through her body. He began pounding Ginny hard when he saw Catie was nearing her climax. Jon started to finger Ginny's ass, pulling her moisture up around it. He pulled out and changed orifices just moments before the tension of orgasm crossed Catie's face. The sight of a woman taking Catie flying was intoxicating, and when Ginny's orgasm hit only moments after Catie's, he tensed and came, too.
Catie's back was against the narrow beam and Ginny rested her head against soft skin of Catie's thigh while Jon braced his hands on the small of Ginny's back. They stayed this way in suspended animation until Jon's breathing returned to normal.
"Come here, Caitlin." She immediately sat up, still breathing heavily. She swung her leg across the beam and over Ginny's head, and walked to Jon. He gave her a big smile, mouthed 'very good, baby, very, very good', and said out loud, "Kneel, Caitlin." He pulled out of Ginny's ass, pulled the condom off, went around to Ginny's head and swung his leg over the beam. "Clean me up, Ginny. Taste what you do to me."
Minutes later, Jon released Ginny from the table and gave her a mind-blowing kiss. He scooped the clothes off the bed, took Catie's hand, pulled her up, and started for the door.
"I'm going to take Catie to the back room, then get our bags. Who else is coming besides Todd?"
"Jane and Peter for sure and maybe Mark. If Mark comes, I don't know if he's bringing Krista. I heard they were last year's news. He said he would call if he couldn't make it. Todd is bringing someone, but I don't know who."
"Okay. See you in a bit." A moment later, he was pulling Catie down the hall and into the last room on the other side of the cabin. It was the same room they used during their first visit. He shut the door, pulled her still naked body into his arms and kissed her. He unzipped the pants he had just zipped moments ago and pushed her down on the bed. Following her down, he didn't even remove his pants all the way before rocking against her hips.
"You were perfect, baby. I thought it might be easier the first time to undress for just one other person. You did just what I told you do. That's why, love, I'm giving both of us a reward."