Norm stroked her sleek thighs, working his way down to her slender ankles. He undid the straps on her ankles and slid her shoes off long enough to rub her feet, taking note of her long toes before putting her heels back on, wrapping the straps back around her ankles.
'Turn over," he said softly, not wanting to break the mood. He lowered the chair back and Cori slowly, carefully rolled over, trying not to put too much additional strain on the strings pulling at her body. Pressing her breasts against the chair back gave them a little slack and she actually found laying on her stomach more comfortable.
Norm was instantly drawn to the sight of the string emerging from her ass, elevated from her body by several inches before it made contact again just below her neck. He plucked it and chuckled when the taut string actually made a light sound. He knew that had to send vibrations through her clit and nipples and her squirming told him it probably felt good. He plucked it a couple more times, musing that he needed just five more girls to have his own six-string.
He gave up the concert for the time being and focused once more on coating her body in glistening lotion, starting with the backs of her legs and moving up, giving extra attention to that ass that jutted out so nice and round, a firm base that served so many purposes – supporting those long legs, counter-balancing those big tits and framing her delectable fuck holes. Her ass cheeks were tan, smooth and perfectly shaped thanks to long hours of exercise and great genes; Norm remembered that her mom had an excellent ass as well.
He rubbed the small of her back and between her shoulder blades, the back of her neck and the backs of her arms. If he had been able, he wasn't sure he wouldn't have mounted her from behind right then and there for she was perfectly positioned for a good reaming, but he was liable to break something just getting out of the chair. When he got better, he told himself, no positions would be off limits.
"There, you're all set," Norm said.
"Mmm, that was great," Cori said, rolling back over onto her back, adjusting the chair back so that she was sitting up slightly. "I feel so relaxed now. You have great hands."
"Yeah, your hands are what I like about you too," Norm chuckled, lightly tapping her breasts. "I'd look at them all the time if you didn't have all this other stuff to look at."
Cori just laughed. She was relaxed, giggly and feeling good. Just what Norm wanted. "How about I fix you a drink?" Norm offered. "Do you like piña coladas?"
"Mmm-hmm," Cori said.
"Coming right up." Norm wheeled back into the house and looked at her through the glass in the back door. He looked around the yard, not sure whether to curse or be thankful for his privacy fence right now. As nice as the privacy was, how fun it would be for her to be on display for the whole neighborhood. There weren't a lot of two story homes in the neighborhood, either, but the lucky few would see a great show if they happened to look out their window.
Speaking of the show, this was the key to the whole thing. He mixed up her drink and added two – twice the recommended dosage – of the powerful, prescription sleeping pills. From experience, he knew just one would knock you out for a while. He figured two wouldn't be dangerous but would have her out for at least 5 or 6 hours. She would have to be out cold, too, because otherwise she'd never be able to sleep through what he had in mind. Oh, if this worked, things would be different when she woke up. Her reaction wouldn't change the outcome of today's events, but it would determine his next move in their relationship.
Norm rejoined her and they sipped their drinks slowly. An hour later, she was sound asleep. "Better make sure," Norm said, glancing at his watch and seeing that his guests should be arriving in about 20 minutes.
Norm carefully slid his hand under the spaghetti strap and squeezed her breast. Nothing. He pinched her nipple. Nothing. Harder. Still nothing. He twisted and pulled it using the strings attached to the nipple ring. No movement from his sleeping beauty.
He put his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. He plucked the strings holding her clit, watching the little bud vibrate back and forth like a little hummingbird's wings. He put one, then, two, then four fingers inside her, then finger-banged her hard for 15 seconds. She never stirred, though he was quite happy to find that her pussy certainly wasn't asleep on the job. It was as hot and wet and welcoming as ever. Yes, this was working out perfectly.
He wheeled into the house and came back moments later with the final pieces for his display. He had a set of five small gold chains. They were thin – about the thickness of a women's necklace – and meant to be decorative rather than binding. But they would also be symbolic. Norm didn't quite understand why he wanted them on her, but he did. He guessed it was to demonstrate to others his control and her willingness to be bound and naked for him if that's what he wanted. So, he attached one to the ankle strap of each stiletto, snapping the other ends to the legs on the chair. He did the same with her wrists, wrapping the gold chains around them loosely and attaching them to the arms on the chair. Finally, he placed the choker that said "Cum Slut" on her slender neck and attached one end of the extra long fifth and final chain to it and ran the chain through the slats in the chair back, bringing it up between her legs and attaching it to the safety pin below her clit, which was now the central connector piece for three spaghetti straps and a metal chain.
In each case, there was ample slack in the chains that Cori would have free range of motion. She would be able to sit up or even stand if she wanted. Norm had no desire to put her in pain or restrict her movements. These chains implied bondage more than actually supplying it. Image, in this case, was everything.
He checked the time and saw that he had about five more minutes. He took his digital camera and took about a dozen photos of Cori, getting tight shots of the rings protruding from her breasts and pussy as well as nice shots of his gorgeous step-daughter, tanning, nearly nude, her body all slick and glistening and tan in the warm sun. Yes, he could get used to looking at this scenery every day while sitting on his deck.
He just started back into the house when he the doorbell rang. He wheeled as quickly as he could to the door and opened it. The man at the doorway was tall with peppery gray hair that somehow didn't make him look old. Maybe that was because he looked like a younger man otherwise – steel gray eyes, tanned, taut skin with a shadow of beard, tall and lean but muscular. He looked every bit like the ex-Army sergeant he was. His name was Crisp. Norm wasn't sure if that was a first name or last name – it was the only name by which he had ever heard him referred to.
Norm didn't really know him. He had met him once at the restaurant. Crisp, who was actually 40 years old, was a friend of one of the regulars at the truck stop, which is how Norm had known to call him. After retiring from the Army, Crisp had started a deck and fencing company a few years ago and his company was renowned for its quality service and fine craftsmanship. True to his military background, Crisp ran a tight ship and his workers knew very well that to be late for an appointment, lazy on the job or shoddy in their work was unacceptable. For that reason, he kept his workforce small and was hands-on in the daily projects. They were more expensive than many of the other contractors, but much more highly regarded.
But one thing Norm knew about Crisp was that, as rigid and organized in his professional life as he was, he was completely the opposite on his own time. Ed, Crisp's buddy who was a regular at the truck stop, often told stories about he and Crisp and his work crew hitting the strip clubs after work. They would stay there for hours, Crisp buying drinks and lap dances for everyone before invariably leaving with one of the hotter pole dancers. Apparently, he had two or three favorites at each club and they just rotated from one night to the next. Crisp's parties were also legendary. He'd hire a dozen or more call girls or strippers and pay them well enough that they stayed all night, servicing and entertaining Crisp and his men on demand.
It was this kernel of information that sparked Norm's idea. He wanted to show Cori off. He wanted a new deck. When he told Crisp about his step-daughter and made his proposal, Crisp had been skeptical. Despite his love and appreciation for good pussy, he wasn't one to mix business with pleasure and he wasn't one to do jobs for free. Still, his imagination had been piqued by Norm's idea and he decided it was worth a shot.
"Hey Norm," Crisp said, extending his hand. Norm shrugged, indicating he couldn't use his right hand but extended his left. He thought Crisp probably let up, but it still felt like his hand was being crushed by the powerful man. "Good to see you again. Ed told me about your stroke. You doin' all right?"
