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The clean-up crew was due back at dusk, so I had plenty of time to dally outside with my two brides. They were still in their ribbon boxes, but by the shifting of their feet, I could sense a bit of impatience building. It was time to get on with the main event. I think if they had known what I had planned and what Luci Wang had just told me, they might not be so eager.
I pulled up a lawn chair and sat in it, facing away from them. The sun felt good on my face and bare chest. It was that perfect kind of a day on the Eastern Coast of the US, not too hot, not too damp, just a slight breeze. Perfect. Too bad we only got one or two of those days a year, if that.
I thought hard about what Luci had told me and added a bit of my own information to the mix. Gertie was going to be pissed or she should have been. That puzzled me. I was her favorite guinea pig and had all kinds of special elixirs and potions poured into me over the years, some with permanent effects. I was a pharmaceutical nightmare. I couldn't ever take an aspirin without clearance from Gertie. Dr. Wang had obviously told her about his procedure and what he had done. She must have known or at least guessed what the effects of that would be. Maybe it would be OK. Or maybe Gertie really was a sadistic bitch deep down.
Unable to come to a resolution, I got up. I noticed both my wives had knelt down on the hard concrete. A sensible thing to do and I grinned at them. Both lit up at my attention and rose to their feet.
I figured their bladders were about ready to pop, so I assisted them to the bathroom off the pool house. Though we had done this many times, I still felt like an intruder when they relieved themselves while bound. I had to clean them, which I did carefully but it was an intimate procedure I never quite got used to.
I led them over to the chair I had been sitting in and had them kneel again. I looked at them for a long time and my love for each of them overwhelmed me. Their trust in me, their confidence, their faith ... I only hoped I could measure up.
"Sally, Nicole," I began.
Always a safe bet to begin with their names, as long as you don't blank and call them someone else. That's not good...
"You may have noticed during the ceremony that the word 'love' was not mentioned."
They both nodded, but didn't seem concerned.
"That was intentional. The public ceremony is to demonstrate the commitment of each of us for the other. Your willingness to participate, bound and gagged, illustrated to the witnesses your position in this new family and your acceptance of it. I control this family, I speak for this family.
"It is now that I will speak of my love for you, before our bonding ceremony, which will be private. From this moment on, I will never, or try to never speak of my love of one or the other of you individually. To me, in my heart, you are one woman, my wife. I love you both equally and unconditionally. Not one more, not one less, neither different from the other, though you will not be treated the same.
"I understand that you are individuals, but you are as one my wife, two parts of a whole. My loves, I thought it would never be possible for me to be this happy, to deserve such love or devotion from you. I promise you that I will do my utmost to honor you, as one and as two."
Both women were weeping quietly. They weren't sad tears.
I waited a minute just savoring the moment. Then I related to them, along with all my fears, what I had learned from Luci. How the unknown adjustment to Dr. Wang's devices explained my behavior of late and that it might not change, even after my system balanced itself, if it could at all. They learned some pretty classified stuff about me that afternoon. Nicole was listening to my words very intently, as she understood this stuff. Sally was listening to my tone, catching the drift of my fears by how I said what I was saying. Both women were at times horrified and unmoved by what I said.
There was another period of silence after my lengthy explanation. Sensing that both women were OK with what I had told them, I took hold of their leashes and led them indoors. Both were a little mystified when, instead of the bedroom, I led them to the dungeon.
Once inside, I closed and locked the door. We didn't do that often, the door being heavy. But it did let them know that we were not down here for a quickie before bed. We were here for the duration.
"We are going to consummate our relationship here with the rites of bonding. This ritual will last as long as it takes, one minute or one week. I will know - you will know when it is concluded.
"This ceremony establishes this family from this point forward. You are bound, gagged and naked because it pleases me. That will be the basis for this relationship. I serve you, you please me."
This was not a question, nor was this a new idea to them. Sally first, then Nicole had told me that this was the way they wanted it. Not the part about me serving them, that was my idea, but them here for my pleasure.
"You will not speak, even when not gagged, until this ceremony is complete."
Again, it was a command. No options.
"Any infraction will result in a serious and immediate whipping. And, as you are now one to me, both will suffer for the error of one."
I wanted them to be clear about this, so I flipped the switch that illuminated the apparatus they hated most, the stocks. This massive wooden block forced them to bend over and blinded them from the intentions of the whip wielder. The stocks were set up in tandem now, ready for the both of them.
In fact, as they looked around, all the various arrangements of frames and equipment were set up for two at once. I methodically flipped up all the switches, lighting up all the torture devices that Sally, Nicole and I had accumulated over time, singly and together. Then, one by one, I flipped them off, seemingly at random until just one was lit up. I led the two over to this one.
Two heavy vertical poles about six feet apart, two heavy rings in each, one at ground level, the other about eight feet up. Strong ropes hung from each ring, the top ropes attached to a powerful winch. The center of the floor between the poles was raised about eight inches, like a dais.
Turning to the women, I slipped the flimsy pantaloons off them. They stepped out of them and I tossed them into the shadows. I unfastened their wrists. Before beginning, I began to slip the 'safe' signals we had designed on their fingers. It was a simple gadget, made of two contact electrodes and a small transmitter. By slipping one over the thumb and the other over the ring finger, a gagged sub could signal that her limits had been reached by simply touching the two together. When in contact, they set off an alarm in the dungeon, letting the Dom know immediately that the sub was in trouble.
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