What if she wanted ...

What if we wanted  Ch 2, Intermezzo

 

Usual disclaimers: Fantasy, do not try this at home, keep away from children, void where prohibited or illegal

 

 

Note: This is an intermezzo on the story. Sets up for the next part, but there are no “good parts” here. Feel free to go to Ch 3 for the juicy stuff

 

 

 

 

Ch 2 Intermezzo

 

I woke up Tuesday and, after making coffee for Candy and me, left for work. I called up Robert and set up a date for lunch. I also called Candy up to see how she was doing.

“Sore, very sore, but OK. I love you”

No it didn’t seem like she wanted to back out, never even mentioned it.

 

I met with Robert at noon. We did live in the same city, but worked and lived on opposite sides of it, so we only met each other rarely, and never during work hours. We all had been to each other’s homes once or twice, but really; we only met during weekends or holidays.

 

Robert had not tried anything with Vicky yet. She had been the least enthusiastic of the group, so he did not want to push her.

 

“I don’t think she will back out of this” Robert said “She is as much a sport as Candy or Yukiko; I think she will need to see them in action before she gets more into it. I did ask her yesterday if she wanted to back out, and she said no, she stands by what she said”

 

I told him of our antics yesterday night, and of my decision to turn the basement into a dungeon. He decided to do the same. “It will get Vicky in the mood, or scare the shit out of her. One of the two, maybe both” We decided to take Friday off to also do the same on the house in the mountains.

 

Over the next two days, I made several trips to Home Depot, and place rings on different places on the roof, walls and floors of the basement. To make a separate cell I also removed the carpet in the extra room in the basement, and left it with bare concrete floor and gray painted drywall. Rings were strategically placed in this room too, and I disconnected the heating and air conditioning; no such luxuries in a cell. I explained to Candy that she would be sleeping in the cell whenever I wanted her there, or to punish her. Her lips quivered, whether from excitement or because she was about to cry, I could not readily tell. I had Candy help me with all the work, and indeed, some of the jobs she did herself under my instructions. I got off on seeing her prepare her dungeon to be tortured in it, and I also noticed she could not hide her excitement. After any one of this construction sessions we fucked like rabbits.

 

I had Candy go to one of the security stores in town and get several sets of handcuffs and shackles. She also had to get chains, vise grip clamps from a hardware store, paper clips, thumbtacks from Office Depot, and such things. She has a very fertile imagination, and I am sure she has been perusing some of my collection of MPEGs for ideas. I was actually getting scared from watching her go at this.

 

That was nothing compared with Yukiko’s e-mail.

 

It was addressed to Robert and me:

 

“Masters:

i have noticed that the house is lacking a dungeon. Also there is no provision for the storage of slaves, or sluts, or cows. I propose that we build a dungeon in the basement, with some cells attached. The cells should be unheated of course. I have enclosed some plans and drafts of the new basement. If you agree, the cost will be less than $50,000. I can have it started next Monday, and it will be done in 2 weeks”

 

Indeed she had. Yukiko was a very fine architect specializing in home remodels. She had her own business, and was quite successful. She obviously had some of her people create this project. From the looks of it, some of her designers were into this stuff too.

 

We immediately replied approving the project.

 

Her answer shocked us further:

 

“Masters:

i have had my attorney draft a quit claim deed in your favor on the mountain property. In case that something permanent (giggle) was to happen to me, you would avoid probate. Also please instruct me as to how I should refer to myself: slave, cow, slut or whatever.

i hope to see you both and your sluts this weekend”

 

I reached for the phone to call Robert, just as my secretary called up: “Mr. Robert Spikes on line one”

 

“Robert”

“You got the last e-mail?”

“She must be out of her fucking mind”

“No shit Sherlock”

“See you Friday”

“I’m taking the day off; I’ll be there in the morning”

“Ditto”

 

Friday morning we headed up there. Candy and I went up on my Land cruiser. She tried to make the trip handcuffed and dressed only in a see through teddy, I had to put down my foot and reject that outright. I could just see trying to explain to the cop what was this lady doing tied up besides me. I also ruled out driving her car with her tied up in the trunk as well as the leather blindfold. “You are no fun” she pouted. In the end she wore a white tank top and a very short yellow miniskirt. I strongly suspected the absence of panties but decided not to be a prude about it. She brought a large bag of “stuff” that I rightly suspected could also get us in trouble with the law, but I had to shrug my shoulders and let it pass.

 

Vicky and Robert had arrived before us. I was glad to see that Vicky was dressed normally. At least one of the girls was sane. Robert did a double take on seeing Candy. She had never been this brazen before. He looked at me; I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. He smiled understandingly. We unloaded the cars; including the quite heavy bag of “stuff” The girls went into the kitchen to see about lunch. Robert and I went out into the deck, with a beer apiece to plan for the evening. Vicky came to the deck. “Yukiko called. She will be here by 12:30. We will wait for her for lunch, if that’s OK with you guys”

We continued to make our plans, but decided to check the bag of “stuff” out. While the girls tinkered in the kitchen we went into the basement family room which was rigged out as a game room with a pool table, a large screen TV, Video and DVD. We decided to tape our fun and games, and since there were three video cameras in the house, Robert’s mine and Yukiko’s, and two tripods, we rapidly set up an improvised movie studio. Then, prior to going upstairs, we checked out the bag of “stuff”

 

“You look a little pale, boys” said Candy smiling in the kitchen, “Do you guys need another beer?”

 

We both took a second one. We probably needed something stronger. Then Vicky asked, smiling: “Are you guys planning the “fun and games” for the evening? Are you planning to do mean, cruel things to us?”

 

We groaned.