Chapter Ten
Elaina wasn't quite sure what to make of Gage's soft confession so she said
nothing. Instead she replaced the penis in his mouth, cuffed his hands back
into position on the short chain to his collar and rose off him. She
disappeared out of his line of sight for a moment then returned with a basin of
warm water and a towel. Cleaning up his manhood, then using a corner to clean
the scratches on his face.
During her ministrations she still said nothing, then finally as she was getting
ready to leave the room again she spoke. Sitting on the bed, she gave his wide
chest a soft kiss then smiled down into his eyes. "Gage, I want you to think on
something the rest of the night. I want you to look at it from another
perspective, then we'll talk again in the morning..."
Gage raised his eyebrows, still content and relaxed from their lovemaking and
waited for her to say more.
"I want you to think of it like this. If you hadn't made the decisions you had,
you and I never would have met. And despite the circumstances that keep you
here, I think that's the best thing that could have happened." She paused for a
moment to let that sink in, then added, "Don't you think?"
With those soft words she was gone leaving Gage alone on the bed. He rolled
onto his side and stared off into space, thinking over her words for a long
while, before finally drifting off to sleep.
The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Elaina hadn't returned to him that
night and he woke in virtually the same position he'd drifted off to sleep in.
Curled onto his side, mittened hands cuffed to his short collar and still warm
and content from their lovemaking.
Before he'd drifted off, he realized her words were absolutely correct. No
matter what the circumstances were that temporarily forced him to stay with the
two of them, it was the best thing that could have happened. He was well fed,
well taken care of, looked after better than he'd ever been able to look after
himself, and despite the constant state of bondage he was kept in, he felt that
he was loved in more ways than he ever thought possible.
Eventually the door to the bedroom he'd stayed in opened and Deacon hobbled in.
"Wake up sleepy head..." Deacon teased as he hobbled over to the bed and helped
Gage into a sitting position. "The day's half gone already..." he added in a
light, jovial voice.
Deacon was chained as he usually was, hands and feet on short hobbles, but today
she'd left him free of a gag for once. As he helped Gage up, he began to undo
parts of his bondage and replace it with others. He took the short chain that
held his hands to his chest and clipped it to his waist in front. Untying the
rope at his knees, he lengthened the hobble between his ankles and finally
removed the penis gag with a wide smile. "Mistress thought you and I deserved a
day off." He stated when he was finished changing Gage's bondage around.
Finally he removed the mitten that covered his hands and held out on of his own
to help Gage stand.
"Really?" Gage questioned. It was actually one of the first times both he and
Deacon were free of a gag and he couldn't believe their luck. "So..." he
paused, standing there looking slightly lost for a moment. "What do we do?"
Deacon chuckled gently and started to hobble out of the room. "We relax." He
stated.
Later on that afternoon found the two men stretched out on a pair of chaise
lounges outside. The clear blue of a massive pool glittered at them as they
reclined against the warm plastic and neither man had spoken for a long while.
"Mistress tells me you've always wanted to start your own business." Deacon
said, breaking the companionable silence between them.
Gage took in a deep breath and let it out with a long sigh. "I'd thought too."
He began easily enough. "I'd meant too." He added after a few moments of
silence.
"Doing what?" Deacon queried when Gage didn't seem inclined to say more.
Gage shrugged slowly, keeping his eyes closed as he thought about it. "Working
with wood in some way. I've..." he didn't know how the other man would take
what he was about to say, but he blundered ahead anyway. "I've always enjoyed
working with my hands and wood..." he finally said. "When...when I was in high
school, I couldn't get enough of woodshop. Then in college, to pass the time, I
worked with it as well. Carving, putting things together, etc..."
"Like what kinds of things?" Deacon asked next.
Gage shrugged slightly, the chains at his wrists rattling softly in the silence.
"You know, the usual. Chairs, tables, dressers, nightstands...that type of
thing."
The two men had passed the morning lazily. Watching some TV, then a couple of
movies, and finally moving out by the pool to take in the sun of the early
afternoon. Elaina had hired a clean up crew to take care of the aftermath of
the party and had ultimately instructed them to clean the rest of the house as
well to give them both the day to relax. She wasn't forthcoming at breakfast as
to how the party went, but her smile was wide and pleased, so both men figured
she'd gained what she was after.
After breakfast she'd locked herself away in her office again and neither man
had seen her since. Not that either of them was worried, the both knew the
Mistress of the house was well capable of taking care of herself. So they'd
spent the day doing exactly as she'd ordered. Relaxing, doing whatever they
pleased, and at the moment it was having a normal conversation beside the pool.
Deacon sat up now, swinging his hobbled legs over the side of the lounge chair
and looking at Gage's profile as he spoke. "Are you any good?" he asked
bluntly.
Gage shrugged slowly. "I think so. I've sold some stuff over the years for a
good price, made a little bit of money with it." He added, turning on his side
to face his friend.
Deacon's brow furrowed in thought for a moment, then he asked another question.
"Would you like to start your own business? I mean for real, with a large
donation to get you started."
Gage looked at his new friend and narrowed his eyes for a moment before
speaking. "It's kind of hard for me to think that far ahead." He stated in an
angry tone.
Deacon waved his bound hands in the air as he spoke to counter Gage's statement.
"No no...I mean later on. After this whole murder mess is cleared up. Would
you like to go into business for yourself?"
Gage gulped slowly. He really hadn't thought about it much lately. There were
just too many other things looming in the near future for him to get that far in
his own mind, but now he did. Setting aside the conviction and his jail
sentence in his thoughts, he turned over Deacon's words for a moment then slowly
nodded. "Well, before..." he paused to gulp, then went on. "The night I was
arrested...I was talking with my folks about taking over their basement for the
winter...make it into an all out workshop so...so that I could. So," he paused
again. "So, yeah, if I wasn't a convicted felon on the run from the police,
yeah, I'd like to go into business for myself."
Deacon clapped his bound hands together with a wide smile. "So it's settled
then. Once this nasty business is cleared up, we'll set you up in business.
Right here at the estate..." It was Deacon's turn to pause and look over Gage
slowly. "That's assuming though that you'll want to stay here with us..."
Gage used an elbow to push himself upright and look at Deacon with wide eyes.
"Are you saying..." he gulped softly. "Are you offering?" But he couldn't put
his jumbled thoughts into words just then so Deacon did it for him.
"Look, Mistress and I spoke last night, after the party. She wanted me to talk
to you today." He stated simply. "She said that if you were willing to stay
with us...once this business with the police was finished, she'd be more than
happy to fund a business for you." Deacon said with a wide smile. "You have
figured out she's very well off right?"
Gage turned and looked at the towering mansion behind them and smiled crookedly.
"Well..." he said turning back. "I sorta figured she had money, yes."
Deacon chuckled again and rose easily to his feet. "My friend you have no
idea." He said, holding out his bound hands to help Gage to his feet again.
"Come on, I'll explain on the way." He added as the two men turned and hobbled
off inside.
Gage hobbled after his friend and asked the most logical question. "Where are
we going?"
"To my computer." Was Deacon's only reply as the two men hobbled into the house.
"If we're going to get you into business you'll need some equipment right?" he
asked as they moved through the cool interior toward an office on the first
floor.
"Well yeah..." Gage said as he moved along a couple steps behind Deacon.
"Then we'd better get started ordering, don't you think?" Deacon added, moving
into his office in the house and kneeling before another specially designed
computer. As with the one at the house in the city, this one was just the right
height that he could kneel underneath and use the keyboard and mouse. The one
here though had one special feature, a voice program that allowed it to activate
and be used if Gage's hands were unavailable. "Computer, recognize Gage." He
said then turned to him as he knelt down beside him. "Speak to it." He said
softly.
Gage stared at him perplexed then spoke a simple word. "Hello?"
Deacon smiled gently as the computer answered. "Voice pattern recognized," in a
metallic, reverberating tone. "Gage." It added after a moment. "Command Sir?"
Gage turned his head to the side and about fell over on his naked behind. "It
talks." He said slowly.
"Command unrecognized." The computer returned and Deacon laughed long and hard
at the second shocked look on Gage's face. When he could he spoke to Gage.
"It's a voice recognition program Gage. Just tell it what you need, or what
you're looking for and it'll do it for you." He lifted his bound hands in
indication and smiled. "It's the latest in computer software and was designed
for paraplegics and the disabled that couldn't readily use a keyboard and mouse.
Similar to a screen reader for the blind." He added. When Gage still didn't
seem convinced Deacon chuckled again and turned toward the computer, speaking
distinctly. "Computer?"
"Voice recognized. Deacon." It said.
"Search the Internet." He started then added. "Woodworking implements."
There was a whirling sound from the hard drive, then a soft beep. "Search
parameters too expansive. Specify." Came the metallic voice.
Deacon turned and looked at Gage with a raised eyebrow. "You're the expert
here, not me. Just tell it what you need and it'll find it..."
Gage finally got the idea and spoke in a distinct, slow tone, much as Deacon had
in the moments before. "Computer."
"Voice recognized, Gage."
"Search the Internet...woodworking machines from Orion." He named off a company
he'd used in the past to replace some parts on one of his older machines then
sat back and waited.
Another whirl, then a beep, then the computer's monotone. "Twenty-one results
found."
"Computer, display, starting with one, 30 second intervals." Was Deacon's
command and they both turned to the screen as one by one the web pages opened of
their own accord and began to scroll through the various pieces of machinery.
The two men spent the next several hours scrolling through all manner of
equipment. From Drill presses, to lathes, to bit saws and everything in
between. They ordered half a dozen pieces or so, a supply of quality cedar and
oak, and finally ended the afternoon by ordering up the smaller pieces and
supplies Gage would need.
Just before dinner, Deacon sat back on his haunches and looked at the final
invoices displayed on the screen. "Not bad for a price tag of almost $30,000
don't you think?" he asked looking at Gage with a smile. "Top of the line
equipment I'd say..."
Gage looked sheepish for a moment and asked a seemingly logical question.
"Won't...won't she be upset that we spent so much?"
For the second time Deacon laughed long and hard. Gage's face deepened into a
blush at the thought of being the butt of a joke he didn't get until Deacon
explained. "No Gage, she won't be upset. To be honest, she's more likely to be
upset that we didn't spend more than we did..." he said, rising gracefully to
his feet and waiting until Gage followed. "One thing you'll learn soon enough
is that Mistress only wants and accepts the best..." he said as the two men
hobbled out of the office.
Gage followed and asked another question. "How...how did you come to be
with...with her?"
This time Deacon chuckled softly and took a moment to explain how he and Elaina
had met and what had happened since, finishing off with, "Since then I've been
under her tutelage and care..."
Gage pulled up short and rattled the chains at his wrists in implication as he
spoke. "Wait a minute, you mean to tell me you volunteered to...to..." he gave
another indicative rattle of chain. "To stay like this?"
Deacon nodded, a pleasant smile on his face. "Oh yes Gage. I've never been
happier in my life than I have been in the last year and a half. Don't get me
wrong though, it hasn't all been fun, games and sex. Mistress has some
stringent rules that I must follow and when or if I break them I'm punished, but
it's always been done with love and for my own good." He stated with a soft, if
sheepish smile.
Gage couldn't believe what he was hearing. The man, a wealthy man by the sounds
of it, had voluntarily been bound, hand and foot and gagged for the better part
of a year, of his own free will.
Seeing the look of shock on Gage's face, Deacon chuckled softly a second time.
"You mean you thought that I wasn't here because I wanted to be?"
"Well..." Gage stuttered. "I...I kinda thought your situation might be like
mine...because you have to be..."
Deacon reached out and took Gage's hand with his own and began to drag him back
down the hallway toward the dining room. "Nope, not that way at all. I can
walk away anytime I choose too Gage. By the reverse, the Mistress can dismiss
me anytime she feels that it's just not working. It's part of the contract." He
stated casually.
"There's a contract?" Gage croaked out as he allowed himself to be dragged
along.
"Yes, there is. She and I both signed it about a year ago. It states the
limits which I have, things that I will and will not do, and the things she will
and will not do to me." Deacon returned softly as they came to a halt outside
the door. Both men could see Elaina waiting, standing in front of the TV in the
room and leaning back against the table. "Now, no more talking or questions.
Our day of relaxation is over." He whispered then shuffled into the room to
kneel patiently beside the large chair at the head of the table.
Gage followed suit and both men waited silently for her to acknowledge them.
Eventually, when the news report broke for a commercial she turned and headed
back to the chair with a pleasant smile on her face. "Did you boys have fun
today?" she asked as she slid gracefully into the seat.
"We did Mistress." Deacon replied his head dropping to his chest.
"Yes Ma'am." Was Gage's reply as he too dropped his chin to his chest.
"And did you accomplish your task Deacon?" she asked, looking over at him.
"We did Mistress." Deacon returned lifting his head to look at her. "The first
of Gage's equipment will be here within a week. The more customized stuff will
take a bit longer, but should arrive by month's end."
"Very good." She said reaching out to touch his cheek affectionately. She
turned and lifted Gage's chin with a crooked finger. "Are you happy?"
"Oh yes Ma'am..." Gage said, letting his happiness show in his eyes. "Thank
you...very much...I...I...never expected too..."
She silenced his words with a simple finger on his lips. "There's no need to
thank me Gage. You are expected to earn your keep just like Deacon." She said
with an affectionate smile. "After dinner we'll discuss it a bit further, but
right now I'm famished."
Dinner was served by the last of the cleaning crew, who didn't blink or skip at
beat at the presence of two naked, chained men kneeling beside her chair. When
the spread was laid out, Elaina dismissed the young lady with a wave and a quick
statement of thanks for the job well done. The young lady curtsied and smiled,
bowing herself out of the room. Moments later the three of them heard the front
door shut and Elaina began to eat, feeding both men as was her usual habit.
When she was finished she picked up something off the table and turned to
Deacon. Gage heard the distinct sound of buckles and locks being done up and
when she moved away he groaned softly as Deacon was once more chained up in some
very restrictive bondage. He had on the arm binder and a ring gag complete with
a full head harness. She'd buckled his knees together with a padlock and
shortened the hobble between his ankles to the point that the poor man would
have to once more hop to get anywhere.
"Upstairs Deacon." She commanded gently. "Prepare yourself." She added as he
rolled to his feet and began the slow process of hopping off.
"Ma'am?" Gage said in an astonished tone as Deacon hopped by him. "What...what
did he do?"
"Nothing." Elaina said, then explained further. "It just pleases me to see him
like that." She rose herself then and clipped a short leash to his own collar
and gave it a gentle tug. "Let's go have a chat, shall we?"
Gage, like Deacon, rolled to his own feet and followed. As they passed the
stairs he saw Deacon about half way up, sitting on his behind and using his
bound arms to slowly pull himself up each step. A fine sheen of sweat had
broken out on his forehead and he panted through the ring gag, groaning softly
each time his butt landed on the next highest step. What Gage couldn't see was
the massive butt plug she'd added and chained to the tip of his arm binder so
that it shifted within him every time he moved.
They both stood watching as Deacon reached the last step and slowly squirmed
himself out of sight for a moment. He reappeared after only a short time, and
began hopping off down the hallway once more. As he disappeared, Gage felt the
gentle tug on his collar and turned to follow her into one of the sitting rooms.
She eased herself into an overstuffed chair and pulled him onto his knees with a
soft smile. "Did you enjoy our time together last night Gage?" she asked when
he was settled.
He leaned forward slightly and nuzzled his cheek against her knee. "Very much
Ma'am." He said softly.
She reached out and stroked his bent head as she spoke her next question. "And
would you like to do that again?"
Gage nodded, the words to answer her stuck behind a lump in his throat.
Already, with just the gentle touches to his bent head, he felt himself growing
hard.
She lifted his head and looked into his eyes. "If you didn't have a murder
conviction over your head would you like to stay here with me, with us?"
Again Gage nodded, his words stuck, but the emotions plainly visible in his
eyes. Adoration, affection, even something close to love shown through and he
smiled softly, leaning into her palm with a soft sigh. "Very much Ma'am." He
finally managed to say.
"Even with the constant bondage I'll keep you in? You're willing to stay?" she
asked slowly, punctuating her statement with a soft caress of his cheek.
"Even...even with the bondage..." he croaked out softly, leaning into her touch
with another soft smile.
"Good." Elaina said with an extremely wide, pleased smile on her face as she
leaned in and kissed his lips hard, commandingly taking control of everything he
was, everything he had to offer her. When she sat back some moments later, she
rubbed his head and pulled him onto her thighs as she spoke. "How long does it
take for you to do a piece of furniture?"
Gage shrugged his shoulders, folding himself against her lap with a happy sigh.
"It depends on the piece Ma'am. I can do several chairs in a week, a table in
about the same time, but it takes a bit longer for bigger pieces such as
dressers and the like." He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "That's
also working full time, eight to ten hours a day Ma'am." He added almost as an
after thought.
She stroked his cheek affectionately and smiled into his eyes. "Very good Gage.
Now," she began, pushing him back onto his knees as she reached to the table
beside her. "Once all of your equipment arrives I'll let you do the first few
things on your own, so that I can see your quality of work." She said unlocking
his cuffed wrists from their chain and drawing them behind him as she went on.
"After that, and we'll see how well your pieces sell, then I will begin giving
you things to do. Pieces commissioned for my friends and acquaintances and the
like. I'll give you free-reign for the design however, it will have to be
specific in some cases like a dresser with carved legs and the like,
understand?" she asked as she began to work an arm binder similar to Deacon's
over his hands.
"Yes Ma'am." Gage returned softly as he felt the leather being worked over his
skin and laced up tight. When she was finished, it wasn't so tight that it
pulled his arms together, but it was tight enough that he had no freedom of
movement whatsoever. Even his hands were kept apart by a single piece of
leather inside and his fingers were held to a stiff point.
She crossed the two straps of leather over his chest and locked them to the top,
then smoothed a piece of leather over the laces so there was no way to untie
them, before locking the whole thing together with a single lock. He groaned
softly as once more his sense of touch would be limited to what he could feel
with his face. She picked up another strap and wrapped this around his wrists
then locked it to the belt at his waist in back, further pinning his arms behind
him.
"There are things you'll need to begin getting used to Gage, even though you've
done well so far with everything I've asked." She was saying as she clipped a
chain to the end of his pointed hands and pulled it tightly between his legs to
the ring on the front of his belt.
His hands settled into the natural curve of his butt and stayed there despite a
jerking effort from him to move them even slightly. She picked up his penis gag
next, only this one was a bit longer and bigger in diameter and he almost begged
her not to use it, then thought better of it as she pressed it gently to his
lips. Instead he opened his mouth as wide as he could and felt it slide over
his tongue and rest at the back of his throat. He gulped softly and shifted
his tongue to find a comfortable position for it as she strapped it tightly and
immovably about his head.
His lips pressed tightly to his teeth as the hard curved leather settled over
the lower part of his face. He couldn't have stopped the mewling whimper that
escaped his throat even if he'd wanted to. But Elaina just smiled and lifted
him to his feet. He stood, his arms tightly bound behind him and waited to see
what she would do next.
He didn't have to wait long as she came around in front of him and took a moment
to work his slightly limp manhood through a ring set into the chain that held
his hands to his butt. He groaned as he felt himself growing rock hard at her
gentle touch and tried to shift against her hands. She slapped his hip
playfully and tisked her tongue against her teeth, before picking up what looked
like a soft, cotton sock.
He realized its intent a moment later as she began to roll it over his growing
manhood. It was made of what almost felt like nylon, but was a bit stronger.
As it rolled over him he noted a ring at its top which she ultimately locked to
the chain with a tiny silver padlock then bent to tighten it back behind the
ring and squeeze the ring more tightly around the base of his shaft, effectively
cutting him off from even being able to touch it. Pinned to his pelvis now, he
knew he could get an erection but there would be no way for him to grasp it,
even if his hands had been free.
She further impeded this by picking up another small strap of leather with three
smaller straps and three buckles. Working this behind the tight chain to his
waist, she wrapped each individual strap around his semi-erect penis and buckled
up each, adding a tiny lock to the hole provided and completely encasing him.
He groaned deeply and twisted his upper body against the feeling of being caged
and locked away which caused the chain at his fingertips to pull and caress his
imprisoned manhood. He groaned again and wiggled his hands, causing the same
sensations to course through his penis and he watched as it grew in its soft
sock, stretching almost painfully against the straps that held it to the chain.
He looked up at her with pleading eyes, but she only smiled and softly caressed
his cheek. "Get used to it Gage my dear. For I'm just as likely to leave that
on you for a week...or longer..." With that said she rose from the chair and
moved off toward the stairs. Turning back in the doorway for a moment she spoke
in a soft air of command. "At the very least you'll wear it until the first of
your equipment arrives. Then we'll see..."
