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I woke up in bed. I smelled hot coffee and bacon. I was famished.
I stumbled getting out of bed, my legs not wanting to support me. I didn't know how long I had been in the dungeon, but it was long enough that my legs were not used to supporting my weight. My arms, Hell, my whole body ached, down to and including my eyelids. Even the light coming through the curtains hurt. I felt like shit.
I held on to the dresser until I was stable, then slipped on my robe. I looked briefly at my body in the mirror as I passed by. There were remarkably few marks or bruises, given what I had been through, and what I felt like. The marks around my wrists would last the longest, I guessed. I grinned, realizing I was almost disappointed there wasn't more visible damage. I was definitely looking for the sympathy factor. Or was it I was looking for them as badges of courage?
I made my way to the kitchen, noting in passing that Janey's room was empty, the bed made. A sure sign she was not at home. I found myself standing at the kitchen door, uncertain of what was to happen now. Déjà vu, all over again.
Two place settings, two coffee cups, one mine. Fresh squeezed OJ, red robe, tied extra tight. I knew what that meant. Suddenly, I didn't ache quite as much.
I took her on the kitchen table, breakfast forgotten for the time being. Our coupling was gentle and vicious at the same time. We were at once equals to each other and submissive to each other. It was a contest to see who could bring the most pleasure to the other. We both won.
I had to eat something, other than Sally, and wolfed down an egg, some toast, bacon and washed it down with OJ while Sally was recovering from her latest climax. The coffee was cool by then, and we both downed a quick cup before heading to the bedroom.
"Janey?"
"Out."
"How long?"
"Until I tell her I'm ready for her to come home."
"That bad, huh?"
"Shut up and make love to me."
I noticed she didn't say 'Fuck me' this time. So I didn't. I made love to my Love.
We called Janey home two days later.
That marked a major turning point in our relationship. Right or wrong, what I had gone through had stilled the fear that was growing in Sally. I had experienced the path Amud had talked about. I would not lead her down the wrong one or take a wrong turn to a disastrous destination. She knew now she could trust me as completely as I had trusted her.
She literally glowed in her happiness. Amazingly, over time we found we could sense each other. Not in a conscious sense, but at a certain subconscious level. I learned to trust this sense to guide me in our times together and she experienced climaxes of an intensity that surprised even her. As I became more adept at sensing her needs, I could meet them better. Sally would stagger around the house for days in a state of bliss, simply from the knowledge that we would be together that night or whenever she needed me; which was often.
But as the time passed, she grew more and more anxious as the much-anticipated start of her bondage sessions didn't happen. I could sense in her a restlessness, a palpable spring of longing. It was winding her up tighter and tighter. But I still needed time to understand the things I was sensing, to get used to the things I was feeling. I needed to figure out what it was I wanted to do with us. She had let me know in no uncertain terms that what happened next was up to me alone. Her complete and simple trust in me frightened me more than what I had just gone through.
I had always been pretty self-confident. I had been described as handsome, rugged, charming, etc. I know I never had problems attracting girls, and later, women into my bed, at least up to the time I had met and completely fallen for Sally. Even that was in character for me. I always went after what I wanted and I generally got it. Not by luck, but by skill and determination. OK, some luck, and a lot of family connections, too.
But now? Even though I was scared shitless, now I knew, or felt I knew what direction to take us. I wasn't just confident. I was absolutely sure; and it scared even more shit out of me. I remembered what had happened when I had brutally taken Sally out there on the shooting range. I had been sure then, too, and I had hurt her spirit, if not her asshole.
So I took my time, feeling my way slowly through this new experience. I practiced sensing her, then acting on that information. I learned to trust myself and grew stronger as a result. I also found that that mind control thing between us had grown stronger. I later discovered I was stronger with it now, much stronger that Sally or Janey. Not only that, but I found I could project it onto others in a crude manner and affect their feelings. I was not just a transmitter of my own feelings and a receiver of other's emotions. I had control over what was sent out. But it was like playing with Nitroglycerin while riding a bucking bronco. Because my ability was so powerful and unpredictable, I didn't play with it much. I needed more help with that.
Other than that, things were getting down to normal. Janey was settling into her summer routine. Time heals all wounds and as the time passed, she seemed to forget what had happened to her. She seemed more at ease around the kids from school, too, having them over on occasion for cheerleading practice.
It was at one of these practices that I manage to expose myself to the entire squad and firmly re-establish Janey as one of the most popular kids at school, among the girls, anyway. Janey had been at cheerleading practice at the high school gym and, as usual, Sally and I took advantage of the privacy to make love. Not that Janey's presence ever held us back. With their link, Janey was very much a part of the sexual experience — when she was around. But it was different, novel for Sally to do it alone, so we took advantage of every opportunity.
Sally had drifted off into a light sleep after a rigorous and satisfying bout. I got up to get a bottle of wine for when she awoke, so we could continue the session uninterrupted. I dashed into the family room on my way to the kitchen. It wasn't until I was completely into the center of the room that it registered that there were several people, all young girls, all around me.
Gasps, silence. Then one girl, a brave one, no doubt, whispered into the reverent silence, "Wow, Janey! Your Dad's big! I didn't know they got that long! Or thick!"
I don't think she was referring to my feet or my nose.
Beet red, but what the Hell, "Hi, girls! Uh, Sally and I weren't exactly expecting you here today. Obviously ... I just wanted to get some wine from the kitchen. I'll just grab a bottle and, uh, leave you alone." I started walking at what I thought a normal pace would be for a naked man in a room full of excited young girls towards the kitchen door, my erection pointing the way. The girls weren't the only ones excited at that moment.
"That's OK, Dad. I'll get it for you. Would you like to stay here and chat with the girls, or should I bring it to you in your room?" teased Janey.
I grinned, looking around at the mixture of awed, confused, embarrassed and outright lustful expressions on the faces in the room. "You'd better bring it into the room. Before I do anything really, really embarrassing. Thanks, honey," I told her.
Groans.
"No prob. White or red?" she prolonged the ordeal. She was enjoying my predicament way too much.
"White. I'm red enough already!" I joked. I raised my hand to tip an imaginary hat to the girls, gave a gallant bow to them and walked proudly — and stiffly — out of the room.
Giggles and shouts of "chicken" and "please stay" chased me down the hall, but fortunately none of the girls did. Sally was surprised at my sudden ardor as she was still asleep when I entered her. Then she sensed Janey at home and heard the other girls' raucous and bawdy laughter.
"Just what did you do, lover boy? Is there anything I should know?"
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