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Thursday, December 13, 2001 1
"Are you certain you want to do this, Carol?"
"Master, I owe you and my sister so much, and there is so little I can
do to repay you. I trust both of you and I'm ready to do this, if you
blur out my face."
"Carol, you cannot call me 'Master'. Use 'Sir' instead. Anne can
blur your face during post-production of the video."
"Sir, I am ready."
I turned to my slave. "You are the directrix of this, as well as a
co-star. Tell us what to do. I have the cams running and the sound
pickups on." The "set" consisted of two padded dining room chairs
facing each other, plus diffused bright lighting.
Anne said, "Carol, please bare yourself to the waist."
Carol took off her jacket, blouse, and brassiere, handing each to
Anne. Anne simply tossed them outside the videocam pickup area. She
then stood with her hands covering her breasts.
"Please sit down in one of the chairs. Master, will you tie her
wrists to the sides of the chair?"
I took Carol's right wrist in my hand. "Allow me?" She nodded. I
guided her wrist to the back leg of the chair. This bared her left
breast. I used white clothesline to secure her wrist to the chair
leg. The same process was repeated for her left arm.
My slave said, "Master, would you take one of our wide belts and
secure her torso to the chair? Please make certain that the belt is
immediately beneath her breasts. Carol, please tell my Master when
the belt is tight enough to notice, but not tight enough to constrain
your breathing."
I tightened the web belt slowly, until Carol said "Now."
"Master, please tie Carol's legs together just above her ankles."
When I did so, my slave continued, "Please lift her skirt just high
enough to expose her knees; tie her legs together again just above her
knees." When I finished that task, my wife and slave calmly removed
all of her clothing. "Please tie me as you have tied your
sister-in-law."
When I finished, she said, "Now use ice cubes to make our right
nipples erect, and, as quickly as you can, put the chained nipple
clamps connecting our right breasts together. Please make each at the
same angle to our bodies, and vertical if you can."
The clamps she had chosen were of the "clover leaf" types.
Anne looked at her sister. "Here is the contest, Carol. My master is
going to free our left arms. The girl who takes off her nipple clamp
first loses. This may seem fairly simple, but my Master is going to
add weights to the chain connecting our nipples. It is going to hurt
a lot. I think it as a reasonably fair contest; I don't deal with
pain very well, and you have had more practice. The prize for the
winner is a kiss from my Master and a bowl of ice cream with the
finest Swiss Chocolate Sauce. The loser gets to watch. If we tie, we
both get the prizes. Is this OK with you?"
Carol nodded her agreement, but Anne said, "I need to hear you."
Carol said, "Yes, slave of my brother-in-law."
"How sweet you are. Master, please start adding weights to the
chain."
I knew that this scene was planned for only ten minutes, so I put a
very heavy weight onto the middle of the chain. Both girls gasped.
The videocam recorded the stretching of their breasts. All of the
other weights were magnetic and of much lesser weight. As I slowly
let each one snap onto the base, the chain connecting their breasts
swayed randomly. The girls' tender flesh quickly damped the swaying,
but, from their expressions, the randomness increased the pain.
Anne used her left hand to caress her left breast. Carol started to
do the same thing, but I said, "Carol, please leave your hand in your
lap unless you want to remove the clamp." She blushed all of the way
down to her breasts.
The contest ended in a tie. Anne said, "Please secure our wrists
again, Master." After I did so, she said, "Please do not let us know
when you will remove the clamps. Right now, spend some time taking
different camera angles." She then said to Carol, "How are you doing,
sister-in-law of my master?"
Carol's voice was strainted when she said, "The pain is very intense."
"I know. Do you like it?"
"I like being useful to you and your master."
"That is not quite what I asked. Would you do this with us again just
for fun?"
"I might."
The girls were silent for a while. I asked Carol, "What would you
like for lunch?" She looked at me in puzzlement (and pain). "I can't
think about anything but my tit, Master."
I went on shooting. Anne almost certainly knew what I was doing, but
she did not say anything. As soon as Carol suggested a menu, I would
remove the nipple clamps. It took her much longer to realize this
than I expected, but eventually she said softly, "I could make salmon
salad for us." I quickly walked over to her and removed the girls'
clamps almost simulateously.
The girls squealed (I know that isn't the most descriptive word, but
the closest I can come to the noise they made.) Anne said, "Please
release us at your convenience, Master."
"I will require a pleasant kiss from each of you before I unbind you."
The girls readily obeyed. We had Carol dress again for the camera,
shut everything down, and happily went for lunch and the girls' reward
for enduring the clamps.
After lunch, Anne had scheduled Carol for a session on our spanking
machine. She did not intend to direct this shot; instead, she would
be blindfolded and tied in her cage.
Carol and I walked over to the spanking area of the dungeon. I held
her left arm lightly above her elbow, not to control her, but to
remind her of her obedience due me. She was still wearing her swirly,
long red skirt, but she had put back on her brassiere and white
blouse. She had changed her red blazer for a blue one, and looked
very patriotic. Her high heels clicked on the slate floor. I hoped
the cameras caught at least a few good shots of us walking along.
When we reached the spanking table, I pointed out the outlines of
two(small) feet on the floor and asked Carol to stand in them. She
started laughing, and stood in the outlines. I asked her what she
found so funny. "You make bondage so _industrial_," she said.
"Please rest your torso on the table, Carol," I said. When she did
so, I tightened web belts about her at her waist, and above and below
her breasts. I was not in any hurry, as I wanted to describe to her
what was about to happen to her. "The device has to be adjusted for
each girl. When I have you secured, I will raise or lower the table
until your feet are just barely on the floor. You must help me with
this; I do not want you to have to stand on tiptoe, but I do not want
your feet to be carrying too much of your weight.
"The upper part of the device is a drum to which the paddle is
attached. The drum rotates; when the paddle weight crosses the top,
the paddle drops. It will hit you and then be dragged back up. The
first couple of strokes will be just to allow me to adjust the
horizontal alignment of the device.
"The vertical adjustment has two parts. The gross adjustment is
determined by the length of the paddle; we have five to choose from,
and I have selected the shortest. The fine adjustment determines
where the paddle strikes the girl. In principle, the higher the drum,
and the longer the paddle, the more swift the strike is. I do not
think that the gross adjustments really make any difference. Anne
tells me that the longer paddles are 'stingier', but that may just be
a psychological effect."
At this time, I just finished making the belt above her breasts
taut. "Please relax a bit, Carol, and turn your face to the left and
rest your cheek on the table." As I focused the camera recording that
view, I continued, "Of course, Anne will blur your face for the
production video, but I hope you will find your beauty so expressed
during this scene that you will let Anne leave it in. Please turn
your face to the right."
While focusing the other camera, I said, "The other major adjustment
is the weight slid into the paddle. We have ten, and, if we number
the lightest as one, I have selected the number three weight for you.
"The third adjustment is the rate at which the drum rotates. This can
actually be programmed, and Anne tells me that the random rate is the
most annoying. The rate can be as fast as six times a minute and as
slow as I want it to be. I have set it at three times a minute for
you.
"Please fold your arms behind your back, as you have seen Anne do."
I used plastic tie-wraps to secure her wrists to her forearms just
below her elbows. "Let's get the table adjusted." I put a mouse in
her hand. "One button makes it taller, the other makes it shorter.
Please adjust the table. You should not be forced onto your toes, nor
should there be any slack in your legs."
"Just like Alice," Carol said. She fiddled with the table for a
while. Evenutally, she said, "I think that is about right." I took
the mouse back. She said, "Sir, I was wrong when I said you made
spanking _industrial_. You have approached it as a programming
problem." I smiled and went to the working end of the table.
"Of course, Carol, all spankings are to the girls' bare bottoms." I
lifted her skirt and half-slip just far enough to expose her bottom.
I was pleased to notice that Anne had caused Carol to wear a garter
belt and seamed hose. "I'll just put a sandbag at the small of your
back to keep these in place."
I was less pleased to notice that her panties were under, rather than
over, the garter straps. Why do some women do that? The panties were
inexpensive cotton ones, so I got a pair of scissors and cut them off
of her. I was eager to return to my slave wife. Also, I did not want
the hose to slide down as Carol endured the spanking. So sue me.
I hit the 'single-cycle' button (bringing back memories of my first
love, an IBM 1620.) The paddle hit very low on her thighs, dragged up
her bottom, and over the sandbag on her back. I used the fine
adjustment to raise the drum by about 10 centimeters. I could have
measured more carefully, but it was more fun to hit the 'single-cycle'
button again. This time, the paddle just clipped the highest part of
her bottom. I lowered the drum by 3 centimeters and hit
'single-cycle' again. This time, it hit (from my viewpoint) the best
spanking part of her fanny.
I focused the last camera on her bottom.
"Carol," I said, "I'm about to start the machine, and then I'll go
play with your sister. I do not know how long I will play with her.
If you truly cannot tolerate this after some point in time, just
scream, but scream loudly. There are some things I do with her that
affect my mind, not to mention my hearing.
"But if you already know that you will not be able to stand it, tell
me now."
She said, "Will you promise me a kiss if I stand it?"
"Carol, I can't do that; only Anne can dispose of my kisses."
"My sister is your slave; will you order her to dispose of one of your
kisses?"
"It doesn't work that way, Carol," I said. "I can take enormous
liberties with her and you: consider your present position. Consider,
also, that I have not touched you in any way not required by the
bondage scene Anne wrote for us to do."
She was silent for about a minute. and then said, "Would you ask your
wife to allow you to kiss your sister-in-law if your sister-in-law
copes with your spanking machine?" Her voice was almost a whisper.
"You know I can't promise what her answer will be?"
She said, "Will you ask?"
"Yes."
"Then start the machine."
I pushed the RUN button and left her to the machine.
My slave was, unsurprisingly, positioned as Carol and I had left
her. We, or at least I, played for a while. From the noises she made,
I think she enjoyed the exercises I imposed on her at least as much as
I did. I used mechanical aids on her before I got more personal, so
the time was not limited to my endurance. Every 20 seconds, we heard
a slap from the spanking area, but we never heard a squeak from Carol.
When I was completely, and pleasurably, exhausted, I released Anne.
"Go clean up, Anne. Then I think that you should turn off the machine
and release Carol. If the spanking has made her cry, she will
certainly not want to see me until she has had a chance to recover.
"And, Anne, she asked me to ask you to allow me to kiss her if she was
quiet during her spanking."
Anne said, "Do you want to kiss her?"
"Not really, Anne. Of course, your sister is very kissable and it
would be not true were I do say that I would not enjoy kissing her.
I'm just not certain it would be a good idea."
I looked at Anne as she thought. Well, truth be told, I looked at her
full stop, period. She was gently rubbing where her wrists had been
bound. "I'm not certain what a 'sisterly-in-law' kiss is. I'll talk
with her about this, but I suspect I will let you kiss her."
She curtseyed to me, and turned to the main camera and curtseyed
again. She then walked off of the set to the bathroom on the dungeon
floor.
I suspected that our video would be a best seller.
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