The Gift · Part 1

The Gift · Part 1 (1/2)
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Annie woke up in not the best of moods. She wasn’t feeling well, and nothing she did seemed to help. And so, resigned to another long day, she slowly climbed out of bed. As she was sipping on her first cup of coffee, the doorbell rang. Gathering her robes around her, she opened the door. Outside stood a pair of husky delivery men.

“Good morning, ma’am,” said one. “We’ve got a package here for you.”

“For me?” Annie was surprised. She hadn’t ordered anything, and couldn’t think who might be sending her something.

“Yes, ma’am. If you’ll sign here, we’ll bring it in.”

Puzzled, Annie signed the form the man held out, first checking to make sure it really was her name and address. The delivery man retrieved the form with a smile, then he and his partner turned toward their truck.

Her puzzlement grew as the two men slid a large trunk from the back of the truck and carried it toward the house. That it was heavy was obvious by the way they carried it, and they seemed relieved when she let them inside, and the trunk was resting on her living room floor.

“One other thing, ma’am.” Annie turned to accept the envelope the man held out, then let them out the door. Alone again, she turned to examine her new possession. The trunk was large and well made, of dark, heavy wood, with graceful designs carved over it. A large, strong lock ensured that nobody would get to whatever was inside.

Opening the envelope, Annie found a short note and a key. Opening the note, she read:

Annie, I know you barely know me, but I hope you will not refuse this gift

I offer you here. Please understand, I give this gift freely, and trust in you to know how best to use it.

Lori

Now Annie was really puzzled. Oh, she knew who Lori was, but didn’t know her well enough to understand why she would be sending a gift.

Or what kind of gift it might be. “Well,” she told herself, looking at the key in her other hand, “there’s only one way to find out.” Bending, she unlocked the trunk and raised the lid, then froze, staring at what lay within.

Kneeling in the trunk was a naked young woman. Her hands were secured behind her back by a pair of leather cuffs, her ankles were similarly bound, and leather straps across the back of her head indicated that she was also gagged and blindfolded. As the trunk lid opened fully, the bound woman straightened, and Annie was unsurprised to recognize Lori, though the question of how and why she came to be in this position had yet to be answered.

Reaching down, Annie began unbuckling the gag. At the first touch of her hands, Lori moaned deep in her throat and wiggled a bit in her bonds.

Removing the gag and setting it to one side, Annie addressed the bound young woman.

“Well, Lori, you’ve definitely managed to surprise me. Now would you mind telling me what this is all about?”

Lori ducked her head. “It’s kind of a long story,” she replied meekly.

Annie stepped back and seated herself in a chair facing the trunk.

“I’ve got plenty of time,” she said.

Lori nodded, then spoke quietly. “I found out about your Dominant ways by accident, when I met you in a chat room.”

“I know you in chat? By what name?” At Lori’s reply, Annie was very pleasantly surprised. She did indeed know the name Lori had just spoken. It was the name of a submissive she’d spent some very enjoyable evenings with in the chat rooms.

“But how does that lead you to be here?” she asked.

Again, Lori ducked her head. “Um, well, I’ve always wanted to try being submissive for real, and I thought you would be someone I could trust to teach me. So I asked around and found out your real name.

Then I did a search and got your address.”

Annie nodded. “And had yourself bound, boxed and shipped to me.

But you didn’t do this by yourself, did you?”

Lori shook her head. “No, I had some help.”

“From?”

Lori blushed. “Mara,” she replied softly. “She bound me and locked the trunk, then took care of having me sent here.”

Annie sat back and shook her head with surprise. She knew Mara as well, though she’d never suspected the young woman would be involved in something like this. After a moment of thought, she rose and moved to her den, where she quickly located Mara’s number. Then she returned to the living room and lifted the phone.

“Hello, Mara, this is Annie.” Glancing over, Annie could see

Lori squirming in her bonds. “I need you to come over here.

Yes, it is important. Good enough, I’ll see you in about twenty minutes.”

Returning the phone to it’s cradle, Annie turned back to Lori, who she saw was blushing furiously. Before the young woman could speak further, Annie replaced the gag, then bent the helpless woman back down into the trunk and shut the lid on her, snapping the lock closed. Then she sat down to wait.

When Mara arrived, Annie escorted her to the living room. Stopping in the doorway, she pointed to the trunk and softly asked, “Now, what can you tell me about this?”

For a moment, she though Mara was going to bolt, but then the younger woman straightened and asked, “Um, have you looked inside?”

Annie nodded. “And Lori told me how she got inside. Now

I want to know how you got involved in this.”

Mara blushed. “Well, Lori and I have been talking about this kind of stuff for a while now, wondering how it would feel. Then she called me yesterday and asked me to help her set this up.”

For a moment, Annie gazed thoughtfully at Mara. Then, handing her the key, she instructed, “Open it. Remove the cuffs from her ankles and help her out of the trunk. But say nothing.” Mara nodded and took the key. As she knelt in front of the trunk, Annie slipped from the room. In her bedroom, she removed a bag from the closet, then retraced her steps.

Back in the living room, she saw Lori standing in front of the trunk.

Mara had moved over by the couch, where she stood, looking very uncomfortable.

Smiling, Annie placed the bag on a table and opened it. Removing a leather discipline hood, she was amused at the expression on Mara’s face.

She turned Lori so she was facing away from Mara, then removed the blindfold and gag.

“So,” she asked cheerfully, “are you enjoying yourself?”

“Well, this isn’t quite what I expected. Is Mara here yet?”

“That’s not for you to know,” Annie replied as she slipped the hood over Lori’s head. She made sure that it was properly in place, then laced it securely.

This hood was one of Annie’s prized possession. A full discipline hood, it covered Lori’s head completely. The lowest part of the front slipped down under Lori’s chin, holding her mouth closed and forcing her to speak through clenched teeth. It also had padded coverings over her ears, rendering her unable to hear. Once the zippered mouth and eye openings were closed, she would be deaf, blind and mute, though small openings would allow her to breathe through her nose. Annie quickly zipped closed the eye and mouth openings, then beckoned Mara to join her.

Mara moved slowly, her eyes locked on Lori’s leather-encased head.

She seemed fascinated by the sight of her nude, helpless friend, and Annie smiled at her reaction.

“Like what you see?”

Mara nodded silently, watching as Lori shifted nervously in her bonds.

Annie’s smile widened.

“It’s ok,” she said. “She can’t hear a thing.”

Slowly, Mara raised one hand and lightly stroked the hood. At her touch, Lori moaned slightly, and Mara drew back, then turned toward

Annie.

“Is that uncomfortable?” she asked.

“Not really,” Annie replied. “It’s warm, and definitely confining, but she’s ok in there.”

Mara nodded and raised her hand to the hood once more. Annie watched quietly as the younger woman explored the leather covering her friend’s head. Lori moaned at the touch, but didn’t try to move away, and gradually, Mara’s hands worked lower, until they encountered bare flesh.

For a moment, she stopped, but then a moan from within the hood seemed to galvanize her, and her hands slipped down to cup Lori’s breasts, lightly pinching the rapidly hardening nipples.

“Taste them,” Annie commanded softly. Mara looked over at her sharply, then lowered her head and took one nipple between her lips.

Another moan sounded, as Lori arched her back, pushing her breast against

Mara’s face.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mara nodded, then returned her attention to her bound friend. Slowly, her lips moved downward, until she knelt between Lori’s now spread legs. Mara pressed her mouth to Lori’s crotch, not noticing, or not caring, when Annie reached down and began unbuttoning her shirt.

Moments later, Annie stepped back to take in the view. A nude woman stood with her hands bound behind her, breasts heaving with her panting breaths, soft moans emerging from the hood covering her head. And between her spread thighs, another nude woman buried her face in the bound girl’s crotch, her tongue probing and tasting. At the sight, Annie felt her own nipples harden, felt her own pussy begin to grow moist.

Soon, Lori’s hips were rocking rhythmically, as she thrust herself against

Mara’s probing tongue. Her arousal was steadily growing, but Annie wasn’t quite ready to see her reach fulfillment. Reaching down, she gently drew Mara back, away from Lori’s pussy, savoring the bound girl’s moan of protest and disappointment.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked, smiling as she saw Mara licking her lips. At Mara’s nod, Annie stepped back and slipped out of her robe. Mara watched as Annie slid her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes strayed to the hardened nipples now exposed to her view, and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Mara’s eyes met Annie’s in a silent question. Annie nodded, and the younger woman rose to her feet and moved close, her hands sliding up to hesitantly cup and squeeze Annie’s breasts. The soft moan that greeted her touch seemed to reassure her, and she dipped her head, snaking her tongue across the sensitive buds. Annie closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations, and soon felt Mara’s lips and tongue begin tracing their way down her belly. When they reached her hips, she spread her legs, and Mara obliged by running her tongue along the cleft of Annie’s pussy.

Annie moaned and placed her hand at the back of Mara’s head, encouraging her.

Seemingly forgotten, Lori stood alone, bound and helpless, her hips still moving slowly, driven by her unfulfilled need. But the only sound in the room was Annie’s soft moans as Mara’s tongue probed within her, slowly driving her higher. For several moments, Annie simply stood with her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations pouring through her body, but then she slowly stepped back, away from Mara’s questing tongue.

With a smile at the questioning look in the younger woman’s eyes, Annie drew her to her feet and gently ran a finger across her cheek.

“Not quite yet, darling,” she said softly. “And not quite that way.” Then, taking Mara’s hand, and grabbing the bag of toys, Annie led her into the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Annie led Mara to a clear place by one wall.

Turning the younger woman so she stood with her back to the wall, Annie took a soft scarf from her dresser and securely bound Mara’s hands in front of her. Then, raising her hands over her head, Annie slipped the scarf over a hook placed in the wall. Stepping back, Annie watched as Mara tried, unsuccessfully, to slip the scarf from the hook. She couldn’t raise high enough on her own, and could only watch helplessly as Annie removed a penis gag from the bag.

“Open wide, darling.” Obediently, Mara opened her mouth, and Annie slipped the gag inside, strapping it securely. Then she tested it by suddenly tickling Mara in the ribs. The bound girl squirmed, then twisted, her squeals turned into muffled moaning sounds. Satisfied, Annie then pulled Mara’s feet apart and attached a spreader bar.

Then she returned to Lori.

Lori stood where she had been left. She moaned softly, but offered no resistance when Annie took her arm and led her into the bedroom.

There, she picked up a strap-on dildo and fastened it about Lori’s hips.

Mara’s eyes widened as Annie led Lori to stand in front of her.

“Relax, darling, I think you’ll enjoy this.” Smiling, Annie guided the dildo to the entrance of Mara’s pussy, noting as she did how wet and ready it was. Then, with a nudge to her ass, she compelled Lori to thrust her hips, slipping the dildo into Mara. Lori moaned as the nubs on the back of the dildo ground into her clit, thrusting harder.

Annie stepped back and watched as the bound and hooded girl thrust strongly into her bound and gagged friend. Both girls moved with the strength of need, their hips grinding together as they took each other closer to the edge. And then it happened. First one, and then the other, stiffened with the force of her orgasm. Their smooth thrusts became ragged, jerking movements as their muscles locked with the strength of their release.

Slowly, the two girls relaxed, sagging against each other. Smiling, Annie stepped forward. She could feel Lori stiffen at the unexpected touch of another body behind her.

“She thought that was me in front of her,” Annie thought with a smile, as she unlaced and removed the hood. Lori blinked to focus her eyes, then stared in surprise at Mara, bound and gagged in front of her.

“Was that good?” Annie asked with a smile, leaning to nuzzle the back of Lori’s neck. She could hear Lori purr under her touch.

“Very good,” Lori responded softly. “But not quite what I expected.”

Annie laughed softly. “So you enjoyed it? Both of you?”

At this, both girls nodded enthusiastically. “Very good.” And she reached down to remove the cuffs securing Lori’s wrists. “Release

Mara,” she commanded. “And then both of you join me.”

With that, Annie stretched herself out on the bed, watching as Lori freed Mara of her bonds. When the two girls climbed onto the bed, one on either side of her, she smiled and closed her eyes, losing herself in the feel of two mouths and four hands exploring her body. For a moment, she opened her eyes and locked gazes with Lori, her smiling lips forming the words, thank you darling, and then she closed her eyes once more.

And the room was silent, except for soft moans and softer giggles, as two naked girls sought to pleasure the Mistress they’d just discovered.

Part 2

“Ma’am? You can go in now.”

“About time,” Annie thought, rising and collecting her things.

“This meeting was supposed to start an hour ago.” With a nod for the cute young receptionist, Annie moved into the inner sanctum.

“Hello there,” said the young man inside, rising and stepping around his desk. “Let me help you with that.” Annie nodded gratefully, and soon the things she’d brought with her were piled on a table beside the desk.

“I’m Bob,” said the young man, holding out his hand, “head of the design team here. I understand you have something to show me, miss…….?”

“Call me Annie.” With a smile, she shook his hand. “I detest formality.”

Bob grinned. “Me too. Now what is it you have for me?”

“It’s a new twist on an old design. I hope you’ll find it interesting.”

Bob gestured Annie to a seat, then moved behind his desk. “A new design? I’m always interested in something new, but I feel I should warn you. We are one of the top companies in our field, partially because we only produce the best.”

“Understood,” Annie replied. “And I’ve no doubt you see a lot of ideas pass through here. But I do think this one will interest you.”

“Good enough. Let’s see what you have.”

Annie reached into her case and produced a pair of cuffs. Made from sturdy leather, each cuff featured a buckle closure. Other than that, the cuffs were plain and unadorned, except for a sturdy ring mounted in the center of each.

“Leather cuffs?” Bob sounded disappointed. “We have several good varieties of those in stock. I thought you said this was something new.”

“And it is.” With a smile, Annie raised the cuffs, then pushed them together. There was a barely audible click, and the cuffs had become joined.

“How did you do that?” Bob asked in surprise. Still smiling, Annie handed over the cuffs.

“If you’ll look closely, you’ll see the only one of the rings is solid.

The outer curve of the second ring is actually mounted on a spring-loaded pivot. When you push them together, the solid ring pushes the pivot open and slips inside, and then the spring draws the second ring closed again to prevent them from coming apart. There’s a small flange on the second ring so you can open it and separate the cuffs.”

“Now I’m interested,” Bob said with a smile, finding and testing the release. “Please, go on.”

Annie responded by reaching into her case again, producing several other pairs of cuffs, in assorted sizes. She carefully arranged them on the desk, then began speaking.

“One of the problems with many types of leather cuffs,” she began, “is that a suitably nimble person can undo whatever you use to connect them. Unless, of course, you use a padlock. But padlocks can be clumsy, not to mention bulky and uncomfortable if you happen to be laying on them. There’s also the risk of losing a key. These cuffs eliminate those problems, and at the same time, open up some interesting possibilities.”

Annie pointed to the cuffs arranged in front of her. “Here I have a complete set of cuffs. These cuffs will fit ankles, knees, thighs, and upper arms, respectively. You have the wrist cuffs in your hand.

Each pair is fitted with a set of those rings, one male and one female.”

“Hold on,” Bob raised his hand. “Male and female?”

Annie smiled. “Just a way to tell them apart. We call the solid ring the male ring because it enters the other, female ring.”

Bob nodded. “Understood.”

“Ok, then. Used as a set, these cuffs can be joined together in any combination of male and female. For example, place the male thigh cuff on the right thigh, and the female wrist cuff on the right wrist.

Push them together, and you have an instant wrist-thigh restraint.

Or any other combination you prefer. Wrist-ankle, wrist-knee, or bend the legs and go for ankle-thigh. The possibilities are limited only by the flexibility of the person wearing them, and the imagination of the person applying them.”

“I see what you mean. Depending on how you match up the cuffs, you can put someone in almost any position.”

“And as long as their hands can’t reach the clips on the other cuffs, they can’t get out. Also, they are faster to apply then any other type I’ve seen. Buckle them on, and then click them together.

I’ve also considered making an all-female set for static restraint.

Apply the cuffs, clip them to rings placed on a wall or a piece of furniture, and you’ve eliminated the need for chains or locks.”

“This is beautiful,” Bob exclaimed. “A simple, self-contained bondage set. Easy to use, and not hard to produce. All we’d have to do is add the rings to any style of cuff we now make.”

“Or anything else,” Annie pointed out. “Harnesses, gags, collars.

Just add a male or female ring, and it becomes part of the set.”

Bob nodded, suddenly all business. “I’m sold. Now what exactly did you have in mind?”

Annie lifted her briefcase from the table, and from it, withdrew a sheaf of papers. “I applied for a patent on this design as soon as

I knew it was workable. Here is the patent information, along with a written proposal. What I propose is that your company produce these items under license.”

“And as holder of the patent, you of course are entitled to a share of the profits.”

Annie nodded. “My partner and I, yes. That is only fair, since we designed it. We do understand, however, that your company will be taking the greater share of the risks in producing and marketing this set. I’m sure we can reach an agreement that is fair to all concerned.”

Bob was smiling as he rose and extended his hand. “Of that I’ve no doubt. I need to run this all past our board, but I see no reason why we can’t do business. As soon as I know something, I’ll be in touch.”

Annie was smiling as she neared her house. The meeting had kept her out later than she’d planned, but it was worth it. There would be several formalities to observe, but if Bob’s reaction were any indication, the cuffs were as good as sold. Just wait till Lori found out!

At the thought of Lori, Annie’s smile softened. It had been almost six months since the day Lori had surprised her with the “gift” of her submission. Since then, the feelings sparked by that gift had deepened and strengthened almost more than Annie could believe, and now they shared everything a Mistress and her sub could share.

Annie thought about the day she had returned Lori’s gift in equal measure.

She could picture the look on Lori’s face when she opened the box and saw the collar within. And the expression of pure joy when she learned that the collar came with an invitation to become Annie’s live-in submissive.

Lori had moved in the next day, and neither of them had looked back since.

Together, they had explored all that a Mistress and her sub could share, and together, they had designed the cuffs that Annie had maybe just sold.

Annie’s smile became a grin as she imagined Lori’s reaction to her news.

She would, Annie knew, be very surprised. Annie had arranged all of this without Lori knowing anything about it. True, Lori’s signature had been on the patent application, along with hers, but Lori had signed the papers without even realizing what they were. Annie had told her they needed signed, and she signed without a question.

As Annie approached the house, her grin faded at the sight of the dark windows. The only light was the one burning over the front door.

Where was Lori, she wondered, parking her car and heading for the house.

When she entered, she found that all was dark and silent. More than a little worried, she called out, but received no answer. Then she saw the note attached to the mirror by the door.

Mistress, Please accept my apologies for not greeting you on your arrival home.

I am not feeling well this evening, so I’ve taken some pills and gone to bed. Your dinner is in the microwave, and I’ve laid out your nightgown on your bed. I’ve no desire to trouble you with my illness, so I am sleeping in the small bedroom. I hope I’ll be feeling more myself in the morning, so that I may properly serve you. I’m sorry to disappoint you this way, Mistress, please forgive me.

All my love, Your obedient slave, lori

Annie clucked her tongue in dismay. The poor dear. She hoped it wasn’t anything serious. Still, she couldn’t help a twinge of disappointment. Her contacts with Lori had been few and fleeting during the past weeks, as she’d worked to get this deal set up. There had been no play, and very little of anything else, and she’d been hoping to change that tonight. But not if Lori wasn’t feeling well. Shaking her head, Annie moved into the kitchen, suddenly realizing how hungry she was. She would eat, she decided, and then she would look in on Lori.

If Lori had taken pills, she was probably dead to the world. Turning on the microwave to heat her dinner, Annie noticed a bottle of pills on the counter. She picked it up, and recognized the sleeping pills she’d gotten from the doctor one time months before. If this was what Lori had taken, she was out for the night.

Dinner was delicious, and Annie very quickly emptied her plate.

For a few moments, she simply sat and relaxed. It had been rough, these past weeks, but it was almost over, and past time to catch up on all the quality time they’d been missing. Annie promised herself that, as soon as Lori felt up to it, she was going to make up for all the attention she hadn’t been getting.

Annie rose, with the idea of checking on Lori, but quickly dropped back into her chair, her head suddenly feeling very light. Her eyes, on the other hand, were growing heavier by the minute, and it was an effort to keep them open. As she struggled to stay awake, her eyes fell on the bottle of sleeping pills on the counter.

“No,” she mumbled, “she couldn’t have. Why would she?”

Annie was still puzzling the answer to that when her world went dark.

Annie woke from troubling dreams to a reality that was at least as bad.

She was, she found, lying naked on her bed. Black silk scarves circled her wrists and ankles, binding her to the bedposts in a strict spread-eagle.

A penis gag filled her mouth, rendering her effectively silent except for muffled moaning sounds. Angry, and more than a little frightened, she pulled at her bonds, but whoever had applied them had done a good job, and she quickly realized there was no way she was getting loose on her own. Suddenly, a terrible thought filled her mind. Lori! She’d been out cold! Where was she? Was she bound and helpless as well?

Even as these thoughts raced through Annie’s head, the door opened and in walked Lori. The early morning light gently stroked her naked body, and, even in her current situation, Annie felt a rush of love and desire at the sight. Lori stopped beside the bed and reached down to brush back Annie’s hair. “Did you sleep well, Mistress?” she asked with a smile. “I do hope so. I have plans for you today, and they don’t include sleep.”

Annie shook her head and tried to speak, but the gag in her mouth rendered her words into muffled moans. Helpless, she could only wait for whatever was to come. Lori settled herself onto the bed, and one hand drifted up to cup Annie’s breast. “You’ve been a naughty Mistress. You haven’t touched me in weeks. I’ve tried everything I could to make you want me, but you’re always too tired or too busy to pay attention to me.” With a soft laugh, Lori began pinching Annie’s nipples. “But you know what, now you have to pay attention to me. You can’t ignore me now.” With that, Lori began softly caressing Annie’s helpless body.

Her fright now replace by anger, Annie fought against her bonds, but they wouldn’t budge. Helpless, she could only lie quietly as Lori’s hands roamed her body aimlessly. Slowly, gradually, Lori began focusing her attention on Annie’s breasts, stroking them softly, then leaning down and taking a nipple between her lips, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. When the nipple responded, growing hard and taut, Lori smiled and turned her attention to it’s twin, slowly bringing it to the same state. Then she began to work her way down.

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