Chapter Six
After those five, simple words Gage lay within her arms, debating the options
she'd presented him with. Finally, after what seemed an eternity and realizing
he didn't really have a choice, he nodded slowly, burying his face against the
warmth of her neck as he gave his soft reply.
"I'll...I'd like to stay..." he whispered softly, his voice choking around the
lump in his throat and the sudden pounding of his heart.
She'd hugged him tightly then, a warm, but gentle response the likes of which
he'd only ever felt from his mother. "I thought you might see things that way,"
she said softly, rubbing her cheek against his for a moment. "Now, what say we
make you more comfortable, hmmm?" she asked. Sliding from beneath him, she
pulled the pillow from the couch closer again and gently lay his head upon it
before moving off into the darkness.
"Now," her voice came to him even though he couldn't readily see her. "Since
you're being punished, I can't untie you, but I can modify it a bit so you can
get some rest." She said as her voice came closer again.
"Please..." he begged softly as she began to fold up his legs again. "not...not
the hog-tie..."
"Oh Gage..." she said calmly. "Just be patient." She added as she worked for a
moment near his feet then moved up near his head again. When she moved away
from his feet, what he couldn't see, but could readily feel was the many loops
of rope she'd wound around his calves and upper thighs bending his legs until
both almost touched. The only thing keeping them from doing so was the cinch
she'd put between them, ensuring that he couldn't stretch out his legs at all.
The bend to his legs didn't put any strain on his still screaming muscles, but
it wasn't the most comfortable of positions either.
With the chain still locked between his knees and the padlock at his ankles, he
knew he wouldn't be able to open his legs at all no matter how much he strained.
Loosening the rope at his elbows, she let them out just an inch or so, so that
if he wanted too, he would be able to roll over on his back during the night
without undo strain on his upper arms.
"Open wide..." she said when she came up toward his head again.
"Please...no...not...tha..." but his begging pleas were cut short by the smaller
version of the ball gag that was pushed into his mouth. Lifting his head
slightly she buckled it up tight at the back of his neck and stroked his head.
This one wasn't as large as the black one he'd worn all day, but it was still
big enough to muffle any speech he might have tried to make. "MMMMPPHHHTTTT..."
he whimpered up at her, turning his head and trying to rub it against the pillow
beneath him.
"Shhhh...now Gage." She said, softly stroking his struggling head again. "You
understand I can't have you making a fuss and bellowing to high heaven..." she
added as he heard her rise to her feet and pad softly out of the room.
~BUT I WON'T...~ his tried to scream out past the new gag. The sound didn't
travel very far and he feared for a moment she'd left him alone again, but then
he heard her soft voice coming to him from the direction of the door.
"Sleep well."
"MMMMPPPHHHTTTT..." he cried out again, struggling to roll onto his back. It
took some doing, but once he had he lifted his head from the pillow to look for
her, but she was already gone.
The next morning dawned bright and cheery, with the summer sunlight streaming in
threw her drapes and warming his slightly chilled skin. As he blinked open his
eyes and got his first good look at the ceiling to her living room, he forgot
for a moment where he was and all that had happened in the last 24 hours.
It all came slamming back into his mind though as he tried to sit up and found
the bonds she'd placed on him stopped him cold. With a groan he bit down on the
hard rubber filling his mouth and simple lay there. Until she came to him, or
sent Deacon, he was still just as helpless as he had been in the dark of the
night.
The dawning of a new day hadn't changed anything, no matter how much he might
have wished it otherwise. He heard them then, talking together in the kitchen
and groaned again as the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee drifted to his senses.
Again his stomach growled angrily, seeming to think his throat had been cut, and
he struggled to sit up and move toward the food.
After a few moments, their voices came closer and it was finally her that
appeared, squatting down beside him. She was dressed in a simple pair of
sweats, but he still couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Her long,
pitch-black hair fell over her shoulder in a wavy cascade and he shuddered
involuntarily as it softly caressed his naked chest.
"Hungry?" she asked.
He nodded, unable to voice his need to eat and she smiled moving to lift him
into a kneeling position beside the coffee table. Pulling the chair around she
slid into it as Deacon appeared as well and knelt gracefully on the other side.
His legs, upper body and hands still hadn't been freed and she smiled softly at
him as he knelt to place the tray strapped around his waist within easy reach of
her fingers. He wasn't gagged anymore and Gage knew he wouldn't be either.
After a moment, she reached over and gently pulled his head forward to undo the
large buckle at the back of his neck.
Taking a cue from Deacon he whispered a soft thank you then remained still and
quiet. The two men exchanged quick glances and Gage felt his stomach warm
strangely as Deacon smiled in soft approval. He'd never been one to swing that
way, but that one moment of approval from someone that was so obviously trusted
by this woman made him feel good nonetheless.
Elaina reached out and took the plate from Deacon's waist and flipping on the
morning's news, she ate without glancing at either one of them. When there were
only two bites remaining, she lifted one onto her fork and held it out in
Deacon's general direction. Deacon leaned forward gracefully and took the bite
from the end of the fork without a word. Sitting back on his calves as he
chewed then whispered a soft, "Thank you Mistress."
Without any acknowledgement whatsoever she lifted the last bite off the plate
and held it out in Gage's general direction. He couldn't lift up onto his knees
like Deacon had, so he did the best he could and bent at the waist to strain
forward and finally gain the tasty morsel. Chewing and swallowing, he took
another cue from Deacon and whispered a soft "Thank you." He couldn't bring
himself to add the word "Mistress" just yet, but the warm smile she turned upon
'almost' brought the word forth anyway.
She rose then and Deacon followed suit, the tray at his waist rattling softly as
he hobbled off after her, leaving Gage alone. He 'almost' called out to them,
wanting to beg for more food, but he saw it was unnecessary as both of them came
back into the room a few moments later.
This time, Deacon's tray was laden with two more plates, both full of generous
helpings and he slid into a graceful kneeling position beside the coffee table.
The woman picked them off the tray and set them down then showed Gage how to use
what limited movement he did have to turn himself toward the small table.
When he took the initiative and squirmed forward on his own in order to get
closer, she praised him with a soft stroke of his head and an even softer smile
of approval. He felt his heart slam into his ribs and he smiled sheepishly in
return. For reasons beyond him at that moment, he wanted her approval for
anything and everything he did.
"Come to me when you're finished." She said by way of soft command then padded
out of the room on bare feet.
Gage shifted forward, bending at the waist to present her with his bound hands,
but she was already gone. Turning to look at Deacon he was about to ask how
they would eat, when he saw for himself. Without thinking the other man had
bent at the waist and was lapping up the food on his plate like an animal.
At first Gage baulked, thinking that even he couldn't go that low, but then his
need and craving for sustenance outweighed his moral sense of propriety and he
bent toward the food. It took a bit to get used to eating without his hands and
silverware, but eventually he managed to lick the plate relatively clean.
Waiting until Gage had finished, Deacon rose to his feet and hobbled off with a
soft, "I'll be back soon..."
True to his word he returned, Mistress Elaina coming in a moment later. Deacon
knelt before the plates again and she smiled at him, inspecting both before
patting his head like a dog. Again Gage baulked and thought about saying
something, but her soft, affectionate touch to his own head at his cleaned plate
a moment later stilled the words in his throat.
She moved away and reappeared with two ball-gags looped over her wrist. Placing
one into Deacon's willing mouth, she strapped it up and locked it down before
bending slightly to free his wrists from the belt and pull the mittens off. He
smiled gratefully around the ball then took a moment to flex his fingers before
rising to stand.
She came to him then and he shook his head, his eyes pleading with her and
looking at the gag. "Please...no...I...I...promise...I'll...be...goooo..." but
the rest was cut off as she simply slipped the gag behind his teeth. Buckling
up the strap and locking it in place, she squatted beside him and untied the
ropes around his thighs and calves. Unlocking the lock at his ankles next, she
replaced it with a short chain, similar to the one he'd seen on Deacon's feet
that first day.
She rubbed his cheek affectionately and then smiled into his eyes. "Deacon will
show you the ropes around here. Remember what he does, for tomorrow I will ask
the same of you." She said softly then left the men to their duties.
Deacon used his freed hands to help Gage shakily rise to his feet, then held his
upper arm until his legs could bare his weight without buckling. Smiling around
his own ball, he led the man through the house to start the day.
Elaina spent the rest of her own morning at her computer. It was a Friday and
she had nothing slated on her calendar. After a quick phone call to Joselyn to
check on things in the office, she used the rest of her time to dig as deeply as
she could into Gage's case.
She knew already that it had been a railroad job, but she needed some way to
prove it, otherwise Gage would never be a 'free man'. At least as free as she
was going to let him be. But she needed to clear his name, once and for all, so
he could make the choice without the pressure of a looming prison sentence
hanging over his head.
It never crossed her mind that she could possibly fail in her efforts. She
wouldn't fail. No matter what he'd done in those first hours in her home,
something about him had drawn at her heartstrings, causing her to act way out
even her own mode of operations. As with Deacon she knew off the bat that Gage
needed her. Needed her to command him, to control him, to comfort him, to hold
him in the darkest hours of the night. To simply be the part that was missing
in his life.
Determined, she sat calmly at her computer going over every inch, every scrap of
'evidence' in his case. She reread the public versions of the court
transcripts. She read all the newspaper articles on the case, everything that
had been made public. It all just seemed 'to' pat, to easy, to open and shut
for her liking. When she realized she was getting nowhere with the 'public'
version she picked up the phone and dialed.
"Jerry, Elaina." She said when the phone was picked up a moment later.
"Elaina." A friendly male answered. "It's been a long time."
"That it has." She replied then got right to the heart of the matter. "I need a
favor."
"Always blunt my dear. What can I do you for?"
"I need everything you have on the Gage Weston case." She said in soft command.
"What?" the male asked incredulously. "Why? Whatever in the world for?"
"Well," she returned calmly. "When your boys were chasing him the other day he
crashed in my neighbor's yard and it peaked my curiosity." She stated in an
almost bold-faced lie. She couldn't tell even her long time friend the whole
truth just yet; otherwise he might take it wrong and not be able to cover it up
when the time came.
"Elaina, honey, you know, even as the Chief of Police I can't just go around
giving out confidential files like that..."
"Uncle Jerry," she said in soft warning. "Now, please don't make me forget
about your outside habits and inadvertently mention them to your long time wife,
Aunt Rachel in casual conversation..."
"Alright...alright..." the older man said after a lengthy pause. "Don't do
anything rash my dear..."
Elaina chuckled softly into the phone then dropped it back into the cradle
without another word. It was always good to have an ace in the hole when her
uncle baulked. Granted she never 'would' mention Jerry's rather odd obsessions
to his wife, but the threat was enough. Jerry's passions, like her own, were
his own business, but still it helped to have that up her sleeve when she needed
something. Like now.
Reaching for the phone again, she dialed another number and waited patiently for
it to be answered.
"Prosecutor's office..." said a female's voice.
"Sharon. It's Elaina." She stated simply.
"Elaina!" the other woman all but screeched her ear off. "How in the world are
you?" she asked next.
"I'm just fine. Is he in?" she asked, again getting to the heart of the matter.
"He's in a meeting at the moment. Anything I can do for you?" she asked
helpfully.
"Yes." She said by way of soft command. "Interrupt him."
She heard the woman softly gulp then the call was put through to the
Prosecutor's Office. It was answered on the first ring by a gruff, male voice.
"I told you Sharon, our meeting was not to be disturbed."
"Well, I'd hate to think I was a disturbance." She replied in her best Mistress
tone.
Again she heard the soft gulp on the other end of the line before his voice came
again, this time much more subdued and yielding than it had been at first. "I'm
sorry." He said slowly. "Forgive my gruffness, it's just that I'm in a campaign
meeting at the moment..." he tried to explain lamely.
"And I am supposed to care?" she returned.
"No...Mi..." he started to say the word, then pulled up short to say, "Ma'am,"
at the last moment.
"It's good to know you haven't forgotten your place Richard." She said slowly.
"Now, I need a favor. I want your files, both personal and public on the Gage
Weston case." She said without explanation.
He stumbled again, faltering like her uncle until she added, "I'd hate to think
what would happen to that campaign of yours if certain things were to become
public knowledge Richard..."
He gulped and she knew he was nodding while trying to maintain his cool in front
of his staff. Finally he said a soft, "Yes Ma'am. I'll have them couriered
over this afternoon."
"Very good Richard." She said in soft praise then dropped the phone back into
its cradle.
Like her uncle, she never would have even thought to make Richard's private life
a matter of public knowledge, it just wasn't in her makeup, but the threat alone
was enough to remind him of his place. Of the many nights, before Deacon had
wandered into her life that he'd tasted the tail of her whip against his bare
skin. She chuckled as she propped her elbows on the arms of her chair and
poised her chin on her steepled fingers.
The rest of the day passed without event. Around two there was a knock on the
door, which she answered personally. Taking the file box from the young man's
hands, she tipped him generously and shooed him off.
"Ma'am?" he quieried softly, holding out the clipboard towards her. "You need
to sign for those."
"No I don't." she returned nodding toward the $100 bill in his hands. "Because
you were never here. Return tomorrow at the same time and there's another $100
in it for you." She added before kicking the door shut with a foot.
"Yes Ma'am." He returned happily his voice now muffled by the closed door.
She smiled as she moved off to her office again and began to spread the files
out on her desk. Deacon appeared in the doorway a moment after she'd gotten
everything out of the box and cocked his head to the side in silent inquiry.
"Gage's files." She said to his unspoken question. "How's he doing?"
Deacon shuffled over and knelt down beside her chair so she could release his
gag. With her eyes still on the files, she reached over and unbuckled the
strap, then held out a hand for him to place it in.
"He's learning Mistress." He said once the ball was free of his jaw. "Slowly
but surely." He added leaning forward to softly nuzzle her upturned hand.
She dropped the ball into her own lap and unconsciously reached out to softly
stroke his long hair. "And how are you doing?"
"I'm ok Mistress." He returned honestly, knowing that she'd given her permission
to freely speak his thoughts. "A little surprised, especially considering the
circumstances, but you prepared me well for just such a possibility and I'm
alright with having another around." He said with sincerity. "I know that you
love me." He said, nuzzling her hand again with his face.
She turned to him then, swinging the chair around until he was kneeling between
her legs. Pulling him down to rest upon her thighs she stroked his head
affectionately and smiled as she spoke. "Of course I love you Deacon. I have
since the first night I saw you at that party and you know that. But Gage needs
me now. Just like you did, like you still do, and both of you can and will have
equal parts of that love."
He nuzzled against her thighs, moaning softly as she touched his head and spoke
her loving words, knowing there was nothing more he needed to add. After a
moment she took his cheeks in both her hands and lifted him back up again.
Staring into his eyes, she let her own emotions be seen as she spoke her next
words of assurance. "I promise I won't play favorites between you two." She
said with a soft, affectionate smile as she rubbed the pads of her thumbs over
his lips.
She leaned in and kissed him then, deeply and lovingly, plunging her tongue into
his mouth commandingly, reassuring him with action as well as word. As usual,
Deacon felt his cock expand into rock-hard readiness as she claimed him body and
soul with nothing more than a simple kiss. When she pulled away finally he was
breathless and she panted softly, letting him know as she always did that she
was just as moved by his kiss's as he was hers.
He groaned in soft frustration as she pushed the gag back into his mouth and
buckled it tight. Looking down at the bulging erection in the tight leather
pants she hadn't yet removed, he squirmed his hips and tried to rub his hands
over himself in unconscious response. She caught the action and tisked her
tongue against her teeth, reaching into her drawer and withdrawing a single,
silver lock.
"I think I've been too lenient with you lately Deacon. You're beginning to
forget things." She added as she pulled his hands behind him and locked them up
tight. "First Gage and now this. Maybe I should pull out The Belt again..."
He shook his head vehemently scooting forward on his bent knees and shoving his
head into her lap with a soft, mew of sound. "MMMPPPHHHTTTT..." he whimpered
trying to beg her forgiveness.
She chuckled that all too knowing chuckle and he realized deep down that he was
in for another very long stint of chastity. He tried one more time, whimpering
softly against her thighs, trying to nuzzle between her legs to please her, to
service her, but she pushed him back onto his haunches with a smile. "Maybe
later I'll allow you to try and beg forgiveness. But for now there's work to be
done." She said with a pat of his cheek before turning back to the files.
He smiled as best he could around the gag and rolled to his feet effortlessly,
hobbling out of the room. There was at least a tiny ray of hope that his cock
and balls wouldn't be locked away for a long time. He remembered well the last
time he'd worn The Belt and gave a shuddering sigh at the thought of another
month of being unable to touch himself, much less gain any type of erection.
