It's a strange feeling indeed. I feel compelled to rearrange my ladies. Here they are in front of me, and something in me shouts the order isn't right. "What difference should that make?" another part of me protests. But I now feel that getting the order right is very important.
I take off the hogtie on Young-gai and Suzanne and sit them on their knees. I retie Beth and Val so they can sit on their knees, too, and move them next to Melene and Lynda. I move back to study my work: seven lovely woman, all bound hand and foot, all kneeling comfortably in front of me. It's just what I want, just what I envisioned: but it's not quite right!
The ladies are staring back at me. There's no fear in those eyes, but there is humor. I can see there's a joke going around, but I'm not in on it. I look at Caroline.
Caroline is clearly odd woman out. There is fear in her eyes, why? Ahah: She doesn't know what's coming next! These other ladies seem confident about the evening's events.
I remove tape gags and pull down the cloth gags from my ladies in line, then I sit down on the couch next to Caroline. I keep her gag on, but I help her to sitting position, and give her a neck rub as I think.
"Something's not quite right." I say to the ladies as my hand moves around on Caroline's body, this is relaxing her, and she needs relaxing right now.
The ladies look at each other for a moment, then Melene speaks up, "You're a perceptive man." she says.
"Not perceptive for a man?" I counter.
"No, perceptive when compared to any person." Melene continues, she's not playing word games. "You can see there's something coming together here," she looked right and left at the ladies, "but it's not complete. You can help."
"Now this does sound novel." I say. I can feel that Caroline is relaxed enough that she's paying attention, too.
"Why did you come, Tom?"
I love Melene's voice. It's deep for a woman, and she enunciates beautifully. Here she is, kneeling in front of her captor, tied with her elbows behind her, and she's cut right to the heart of the matter. With another man, another circumstance, she would be slapped and gagged for that. I'm not the only perceptive one.
"I'm here to get a woman for my future." The ladies look back and forth to each other. I leave Caroline and move to Young-gai. I caress her shoulders, and when she leans back a little and closes her eyes, I slide my hands down to her breasts.
"The sixties had Kennedy, the nineties had Clinton. I'm the man of the 10's." I move from Young-gai to Suzanne. From behind like this her long wavy red hair is most impressive. A man could get lost in it.
"That will happen, and I want one of you ladies to be mine as it does. I want one of you ladies to help jet propel my career." Suzanne sighs a little as I reach her breasts, her hands clasp and unclasp reflexively. I move to Beth, she watches me come, and it's clearly not fear that's in her eyes. I 've played with her breasts before. They are large, pendulous, and the nipples point up when she's sitting upright. No one likes my touch more...
"We understand." says Melene, "and we concur."
I stop and stare. "You concur already? I haven't warmed you up yet."
"Your hands are good, Tom, and we are sure other parts of your anatomy are just as capable. But we're more impressed with your uncanny timing and perception. And right now, I need something from my room. Can you take me there?"
I can see she's dead serious. I look around: the others are, too -- all except Caroline -- she looks as mystified as me.
"How long will it take?" I ask.
"Just a couple minutes."
I look at the others. This could be a ruse, but I will be just down the hall. I check my ladies bondage one more time. None have tried to loosen theirs, except Caroline, and she has not been successful. "Who would like a gag before I go?" I ask.
"I would," says Val, "and a blindfold." The others look at her funny, and she sticks out her tongue at them. I put a cloth to her mouth, she takes it deep inside, I wrap it around her head and eyes, then knot it. She holds her head steady until I finish, then she starts moving rhythmically, working her bondage, not to free herself, but to feel it.
"We should have another date!" I murmur. She nods her head as she moves; I lead Melene to her room.