Sarah vs The Scenes

by VSC

Sarah's memories are returning, and some of them have been a big surprise to her; as she discovers that she and her nerd had a secret life that started as a fantasy born from her spy training. Warning: This story is rated M for strong adult and D/s themes.

10. An Island Dream - Part 5

Sarah Versus the Scenes

Chapter 10 - An Island Dream - Part 5

Sarah vs the Big Math Problems

She couldn't believe it. This insidious contrivance put the Magic Wand to shame. For over two hours, Sarah Bartowski had been riding a high-tech roller coaster of abject, torturous pleasure. Her eyes were currently fixed on the control box display as she rhythmically shook, hanging from her bonds. All the parameters ramping up and down had mesmerized her with obscene fascination from the way her body was reacting to every nuanced change in the extraordinary stimulation being applied to her, and her minds astonishingly libidinous arousal to it.

She'd been shocked to find - pun intended - that she had become thoroughly thralled by electro-stimulation, especially in concert with the two diabolical vibrators that were causing her to dance like a marionette again as she hung suspended from the bed frame. The fancy oscillating devices would alternate and sweep between a high-frequency purr, and a throbbing drum beat, in concert with the changes, both rapid and slow, in voltage and frequency shooting through the phallus' and the spiked cup pressing onto her clit.

In fact, it was playing out much like a concert, a musical score, and her body and mind were the instruments. The entire metal arch under her crotch rang like a tuning fork, from the shifting frequency and amplitude of the dual vibrators attached to it. Sometimes the vibrators would ramp down, and all she could feel were the tug and squeeze of the electrical impulses, and at other times the powerful spinning devices overpowered everything. And all the while, the vibrators on her nipples sang an extremely arousing, tickling harmony with the music.

Her first orgasm completely overwhelmed her. The vibrators had teased and cajoled her for nearly half an hour, holding her up on the crest of a tall wave. She'd been staring at the control unit display the whole time with anxious foreboding because the readouts for the electrical portion of the device had barely moved at all. All she felt was an occasional prickly, thrumming sensation in the background of the pleasure when one of the two power scales would spike in an intermittent fashion. Yet, it was curious how it still augmented everything, teasing her with its elusiveness. It had been a devious and artful form of torture, waiting for what she knew was inevitable to finally happen. She'd been on pins and needles the entire time.

Then the vibrators had started to ramp down in a swinging oscillation to the bottom, almost coming to a stop, and the prickly sensation became more insistent. It felt surprisingly pleasurable, like she was vibrating from the inside-out, and it slowly began to pull her up ever higher. The vibrators then began to ramp back up together again, synchronized in speed, but shifting in amplitude as the weights moved back and forth on the armature shafts.

It was all very fascinating to watch on the device's readout. She was beginning to get a crick in her neck and dry eyes from staring at it unblinkingly. As the vibrations swung and built in strength, a sweeping contracting sensation began to travel through her as she felt her vaginal muscles and her sphincter begin to rhythmically tighten down on the large metal intruders within her, in a wickedly pulsing pattern, from front to back.

Sarah was caught dumbstruck by it, her eyes glued to the display while the total power value graph climbed as it also danced up and down, and her clit lit up like a neon light. It felt like every single nerve ending in her love bud was firing at once. The sensations rose and fell, and for an interminable amount of time she thought the huge phallus's inside her were pumping in and out. She literally felt like she was being fucked in both places at once, very forcefully, and with a varying cadence, while her clitoris screamed at her in a high wailing soprano voice.

She flew to pieces, like a tall ship capsizing and rolling down the face of a tidal wave, shedding its sails, and masts, and rigging as it fell to the bottom and was inundated by the crushing weight of the water. Sarah twisted, and swung, and jerked wildly, suspended from her wrists, her hands holding the ropes in a death-grip, and her toes scrabbling for purchase on the polished hardwood floor.

It was such a fortuitous thing that she had been gagged, because her emphatic screeches would have surely freaked her dear husband out, if not for the large rubber rod in her mouth and the thick leather and rubber panel in front of it blocking most of the sound. It was still an incredible sonic display as it was, as if she and her clitoris were blasting out a high note toccata together through the organ pipes of her throat and nose.

Much like her Magic Wand, these evil devices wouldn't let her stop coming either. But, unlike the Wand, this high-tech apparatus could change the way it stimulated her in so many very different ways. It had driven her rather precipitously to the top of the wave and held her tumbling on the crest of it for several minutes, before letting her break over, back into the foamy, turbulent sea of pleasure she'd been tossed about in up until the tsunami broke.

Then she'd found herself pulled steadily back up to the top again, edging on the crest of another even bigger wave, building as it traveled through the stormy swells until it happened again three-quarters of an hour later, and lasted for more than twice as long. The cycle repeated, and when the wave broke the third time she rattled in her bonds for twice as long again, in depravedly pleasurable, and yet punishing ecstasy.

Now she was riding the sharp crest again, doing that dance, to the cadence of her own wild, panting breath. Chuck had come into the living area to keep an eye on her, and sat down to watch as he and Bill Montague's beautiful test subject, their blonde haired marionette, danced with licentious abandon from her strings.

Her nerd gazed at his laptop PC, and gave her a knowing look, like he knew something big was about to happen. He'd programmed this piece, along with Bill's help, and that of a real composer who was another customer of the semi-retired aerospace engineer. "Get ready for the final two movements of this symphony," he warned, pursing his lips, "The orchestra is about to play a short rondo, and then the allegro, and it's a whopper."

Sarah stared at him dumbfounded and utterly staggered. Then a few seconds later it began to pound her like a tympani drum sweeping her into a powerful and rhythmic finale. The sight of herself in the Cheval mirror almost frightened her as she watched her doppelganger dance like a harem girl doing an out of control snake dance, dangling from the ropes, wearing that wildly erotic body harness and muzzle gag.

Being suspended as she was had elongated her torso and accentuated her ribs and pelvis, emphasizing her hourglass shape. Several tight straps in the body harness running around her middle from below her breasts down to the top of her hip bones, increased it even more, in an effect similar to a corset. The way her slender, toned arms and legs were outstretched also enhanced the otherworldly appearance of her gyrating slender form. In spite of being hung up here for over two hours now, her eyes looked bright and electric; and the irony of that thought wasn't lost on her, as she felt it coursing through her.

Over the next forty minutes, Sarah was shot into the air, repeatedly, like a whistling cannonball, caught up in a powerful crescendo of pulsing, torturous, and completely mind-blowing pleasure. When the intense end of the allegro finale came, along with her for the final time in a long tightly linked chain of orgasms, every instrument in the orchestra launched into a loud, powerful, and synchronized, grand finale. Sarah gazed awestruck at the display on the black box, as she trembled in the throes of it, watching the readouts go crazy in front of her. Then she fell, limp, and utterly vanquished when it came to an end in the blink of an eye.

The next thing she knew, she was being lifted by the ropes on her ankles behind bent knees and hoisted onto their soft bed while her arms were being lowered. Her harness, gag, and all those clever and intrusive devices were gone. She could only vaguely remember Chuck removing them while she laid there slowly recovering with her head and arms hanging over the edge of the mattress. After slowly untying her, her rogue pirate carefully rolled her under the sheets. She grinned weakly when he kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "So, did you compose that music?" she whispered tiredly, unable to move an inch.

"Sort of. I had help from a real composer, but I wrote the program."

"Well, it was very entertaining," she breathed, almost too quiet to be heard.

She felt her precious Chuck's hand on her cheek, and the sheet coming over her shoulders, "Congrats, you just experienced the world's longest symphony. Get some sleep. You need it," he quietly said, softly kissing her again on her forehead. "I'll wake you before dinner so you can get cleaned up."

"Mm-kay."

Sarah felt him rise from the bed, and was too weary to even open her eyes to watch her pirate leave. She was beginning to think Chuck was way too clever for his own good, but she also knew he'd had a lot of help from his devious new confidant in this world they were exploring. There was no doubt in her mind that Bill Montague had a big hand in all of this, and his wife Sally too.

Chuck was frequently scheming with his fellow nerd penpal, exchanging emails with him almost daily. They'd even been communicating while they were here on the island, bouncing the messages off multiple servers on a botnet of more than a hundred constantly shifting hosts. It only now occurred to her why they'd exchanged several emails the day before.

Not the least bit guiltless in this respect herself, Sarah had exchanged a few emails with Bill and Sally too, even conspiring a little with Sally about her scene with her nerd two days before. Right now Sarah was thinking about sending the both of them a thank you note, as she drifted off into an easy and exhausted slumber.

She felt a gentle shake of her shoulder, followed by a hand on her cheek and a soft kiss on her lips. Though it seemed hardly a second of dreamless sleep had passed, she felt startlingly rested and serene. "Sarah, wake up, honey, nap time is over. Dinner will be ready in a while, time to get up."

"Mmmm-nno-goway." Sarah buried her face in the pillow, with an impudent smile. They'd played this game before.

"Heh. Sorry, that's not going to work tonight. Big plans for you, baby. You can sleep when we're done with them."

"Oh, why now? I wanna sleep more. You broke me, Chuck."

"Then let me fix you." Chuck murmured into her ear, kissing her below it in a way that always made her breath hitch before he began tickling her. Sarah rolled up into a giggling, jiggling ball as he probed under the sheets. But when his fingers managed to sneak under the defenses of her arms, held tightly to her sides, and began to poke her rhythmically in her ribs, she completely lost it, throwing her head back as she fought him off with flailing hands.

"AAAaaaaa! No fair! Staaahp!" she shrieked, laughing uncontrollably, eventually pushing him far enough away that she could pull the sheet over her head.

"If you really want that second flogging, you better get with it. I'm not handing out rain checks," Chuck said dryly to the bed ghost. "I'm beginning to think you need it."

Sarah flipped the sheet back down so fast in made a snapping sound, and she stared at her nerd, instantly on high alert. "Just like the first one?" she asked brightly, like a kid being offered another slice of cake.

"Holy... fuuu... well, not quite," he replied, startled by her enthusiasm enough to almost drop the f-bomb while gawking at her exposed chest. He quickly recovered, however, and gave Sarah a roguish, but slightly trepidatious grin, and pinched her butt through the bed sheet. "We're going to do this side the next time around. We'll warm it up real good."

"Oh! Then color me up, " She rose to a cross-legged sitting position in a flash and, taking his face in her hands, gave him a sweetly salacious kiss. "A rosy shade of pink, Chuck," she said with an impish wink.

Chuck laughed, breaking into a broad smile, shaking his head. "Oh, God, you are such a sandbagger when it comes to getting you out of bed, and your enthusiasm about... well, that, is a little scary."

"Like you didn't already know I only needed the proper motivation," Sarah said, patting him on the cheek. "I'd stay in bed the rest of the day, totally compliant, as long as you're with me, my Captain. After you discipline me, of course," she added impetuously, waggling her brows.

"Hiyo. You'll be compliant all right, but not in this bed... not yet. And giving you what you so obviously want right now wouldn't be discipline either, so you'll have to wait, and earn it." Her picaroon yanked the sheets off of her and pulled her to her feet next to the bed. "So go primp. Now. I want you at your best again. Like I said, big plans for you, me beauty." He gave her the Bartowski eyebrow dance in return.

Sarah dropped her chin with tilt of her head, looking up at him through her lashes. "Oooo, big plans. Sounds exciting. I'll get squeaky clean for them." She rose onto her toes to kiss him and dropped back down, after a quick peck, with a grimace. "Damn, I'm sore. I think you did break me."

"Then take a hot bath. You'll be fine. I only bent you."

"Like a pretzel," she murmured, shuffling flatfooted toward the bathroom.

"Keep your hair the way it is, lass'," Chuck said, with a snicker, "And I want you sparkling clean, and naked, just like this morning."

She turned at the bathroom door, with her hand on the knob, and looked him in the eye with a raised eyebrow. "Inside and out?"

"Inside and out." He waggled his brows again, "Bi—"

"I know, I know. Big plans." Sarah closed the bathroom door and picked up the bottle of bath oil from the counter, looking at her sated, but excited face in the mirror. Big plans, she thought, shaking her head at the less than hidden meaning. How could I have forgotten? Still have those big math homework assignments to do.

~D/s~

The cottage was quiet as a monastery again when Sarah came out, only the sounds of the surf and birds, however, major changes had happened while she was bathing. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror that was now back in its usual place in the corner next to the loveseat. She'd washed and dried her hair and re-braided it. It was a little tighter now, and every hair was back in place. The leather thong binding it was hanging down her back, tied very tightly at the end, and she'd taken some extra time to weave some of the leather into the braid so it couldn't easily be pulled free.

The living area was tidied up, and a small Persian rug now graced the floor in the open center of it. There was a faint smell of vanilla from several pillar candles on wood holders scattered about. The scent was humorous, considering the circumstances surrounding their day so far.

The bed had been changed, leaving only a red satin bottom sheet on it, and the pillows were also cased in red satin, arranged with all the other gold, cable trimmed, burgundy velvet throw pillows and bolsters, piled near the headboard. When she walked by the bed she noticed several coils of that large diameter nautical rope were laying on the dressing bench at the foot of the bed, along with a few coiled pieces of more normal six millimeter twisted, jute rope sometimes used for Japanese Kinbaku bondage.

The large, heavy, wood nautical pulleys had been moved to the end canopy rail at the foot of the bed, hanging in the corners, along with a third one, much like the one from her ordeal this morning, with a hook on the bottom of it, hanging from the center of the rail. The hourglass was now standing on the nightstand on the left side of the headboard.

The toy box was closed against the wall where it had been the whole time and their homework case was gone. In fact, the remaining parts of her homework assignment were nowhere in sight. Sarah wondered for a moment if they were done, that if the truly scary parts really had been just that, a scare tactic. Then, when she went by the bed, through the small sitting and wardrobe area toward the kitchen, she spied the silver case under the bottom rail on the floor under the bed.

She looked quickly around the large room that served as the combined living area and bedroom. All the video cameras were still up, including the one still attached to the top of the full length Cheval mirror. Somehow she'd missed it. There were also a few others in the living area that were either new, or missed on her first inspection. Maybe we're not done.

The kitchen was also vacant, but something smelled very good. The computer she suspected Chuck was using to monitor her on the cameras was also in here, on the small built-in desk, near the dining table in the nook. Sarah turned around when she heard footsteps, and Chuck strode through the kitchen door with a big smile on his face, instantly reaching for her, enveloping her in an embrace. He was now bare-chested and wearing sandals instead of the swashbuckler's boots. He was, however, still wearing everything else, including the large linen sash and thick belt around his waist. She thought he looked yummy.

Apparently he thought she looked delicious, too. She was, after all, completely naked like he'd ordered, the one thing she was wearing being her collar which she hadn't removed since he'd given it to her, even for their trips to the estate. She knew she'd eventually have to take it off at least some of the time. They leaned in together, meeting in the middle for a wet kiss. "Mmmm, the sight, the smell, and the feel of my Sarah," Chuck said, possessively.

"You're looking mighty dashing yourself, Captain. What happened to the boots? Have you been up in the rigging?" she asked, looking up at him inquisitively with her eyebrows raised.

"Heh, wouldn't you like to know. If I do any rigging work, you'll be very intimately involved. The boots were too small. They were killin' my big feet."

Sarah grinned, playing with the doubloon on his necklace. "Well, you know what they say about big feet. I spent years wondering about that," she said coyly.

"Wondering, or fantasizing?"

"Both." She cupped her hand over the bulge in his pants. "The cottage looks intriguing, very alluring."

"I'm glad you like it. I hope it sparks your imagination, too," he said, returning her gesture, "Let's get some dinner so we can continue this, okay? Big plans."

"Yes. Big plans," she replied, her voice low.

Chuck snickered as he released her, retrieved a bottle of Cristal champagne from the fridge, and then he took her hand again. "This way, baby. We're dining al fresco this evening. Dinners warming in the oven. I think you're going to love it."

The first thing Sarah saw when they walked onto the porch was the chair, sitting right in the same spot where she'd placed it when she'd dominated her nerd two days before. She didn't say a thing when she saw it, instead focusing her attention on the table setting. It was very nice, covered with a tablecloth, and set with silver, crystal and china. Her napkin rings caught her eye. They were her slave cuffs. She smiled at him wryly as he popped the bottle of bubbly open and poured them a glass in the gold flutes. "Trying to tell me something?" she asked, expectantly.

"Eh, could be," he said, with a nonchalant shrug, "Gonna be a nice sunset tonight, I thought you'd like to watch it."

She looked at the chair, and the corner of her mouth came up. "Am I watching it by myself?"

Chuck pursed his lips. "Um, no, does it look like it? Looks to me like you won't be alone." He waved at the chair with a pirate flourish, "One of the crew will keep you company."

"You've been very a very big tease today, Chuck," Sarah replied softly, slowly lowering her chin, and looking at him through her lashes with a raised brow, "and very cryptic."

"Yes, I have, haven't I? Have to keep the ninja spy guessing, you know." He handed her a glass of champagne and filled her water glass from a pitcher on the table. "To Sarah's success with my big plans," he said, holding his glass up, with a crooked smile.

"Okay, maybe you're not being so cryptic." She narrowed her eyes at him, clinking her gold flute to his, her smile unchanged, then glanced at the chair again.

"Oh, you'll find out for sure soon enough," he said, grinning slyly at her, leaning in to give her a kiss. Her Captain then pulled her identical chair at the table out for her, "Sit, and I'll fetch dinner."

Sarah settled into her seat and surveyed her surroundings, then gazed back at the other chair and what was sitting on the cushion. She decided to dispense with the napkin, simply because she wanted to keep her lap exposed for Chuck. Apparently he was thinking along similar lines because when he returned, holding her salad and dinner plates, he didn't have any pants on, as in nothing on below the waist. He chuckled at the look on her face when he set her plates down and left her there gawking at his bare ass when he walked back inside.

Sarah shook her head and looked back at her food, suddenly very hungry, in more ways than one. "Damn, this looks good too," she intoned, gazing at the fresh greens, stuffed Mahi Mahi, steamed asparagus, and wild rice. All of them were arranged with great care on the plates and drizzled with a sauce that smelled exquisite. She turned to study him when he came back out of the cottage, wondering if he'd prepared this meal on his own, but afraid to ask, because she didn't want to be rude.

Chuck dropped his chin and tipped his hand to her after settling into his chair, "Please dig in. I know you must be very hungry."

Picking up her fork, Sarah cut a small bite of the fish and tried it. Her expression turned enraptured as she chewed, "You made this?" she asked, and then flushed when she realized how incredulous she sounded.

"Yeah, I did," he said, with a short boyish laugh, "I'm not completely helpless in the kitchen, you know."

"Yes, I know," she said, taking another bite and chewing slowly to buy time. "Your Chicken Pepperoni is always delicious."

"Now you're pushing the limits of believability, Sarah." He grinned at her sudden choking reaction. "I'm well aware of my own limitations, honey, I'm not totally clueless. But thank you for looking after my fragile male ego, I had a lot of help with this; Maria at the estate."

Sarah nodded, and looked at her nerd curiously, wondering how he managed to pull all this off without her knowing, even if he did have help, and especially whether the estate chef, Maria, had come out to the cottage to assist him. That thought was a little frightening.

"A good chef never reveals his secrets," he said, reading her mind.

Damn! How does he do that?! "It really is delicious, sweetheart. I won't ask you how you managed it."

"Thank you, suffice to say, I had to do a lot of cover up."

So she did come out here! Oh, Geez. Well, the meal was way more than delicious and obviously worth the risk. Sarah decided she really needed it after the day she'd had so far, and for her evening yet to come. She ate heartily in anticipation. They exchanged small talk as they dined and drank champagne, avoiding discussion about what they'd done so far today. Finishing off the last of her chocolate torte, picking up the final crumbs between the tines of her fork, she watched her luscious pirate nerd rise up and pace around the table, like a cat, standing behind her. Sarah shivered when he leaned over and laid a line of kisses down her neck, on first one side, and then the other.

He picked up a strawberry from the bowl on the table and set it between her teeth, and then turned her chair around and took half of it in their kiss. "It's time," he breathed in her ear. "Time to finish your homework, you naughty girl."

"Starting with that chair?"

"For a little while," he said, with a nod. "To keep you occupied while I take care of some details. Maybe it'll make things a little easier for what's to come, too."

Damn. He is still speaking so cryptically. What a tease. He's playing this well, but he's not at all comfortable with it. She held her hands out to him, surrendering herself to him, hoping she could somehow make it easier for him, and felt the leather lined rings snap into place on her wrists as she gazed into his smoldering brown eyes. Then she raised her feet to the edge of the seat cushion and watched him do the same with the snug fitting metal cuffs on her ankles. He stood, and held out his hand to her. She accepted it, letting him guide her to her feet, and then to the chair at the edge of the porch. It was waiting for her, one of her last four homework assignments, with that diabolical black box already attached to it, sitting beneath the chair.

In his hand, Chuck had the bottle that had been sitting teasingly in front of her at the dinner table the entire time and held it up over the wicked conical phallus with its spherical tip. The measurement scales said 8" tall and 2.75" wide at the base, but attached to the vibrating base that was strapped to the chair cushion as it was, it was really effectively about two inches taller. The base had a strange, short, and curved steel arm attached to the front of it, with a small metal ball on the end covered in short spike-like nubs. Sarah knew those were there mostly to intimidate and titillate, and it was working.

Sarah watched the lubricant drip onto the 1.75" spherical head of the very utilitarian looking dildo. It wasn't really a dildo, it really was more of a measuring device, or maybe a dilator, and she'd already resigned herself to the thought that maybe it would make her next tests easier. Watching as the thick liquid dripped down the steeply sloped shaft, Sarah knew it really wasn't needed, because she'd checked herself earlier when Chuck had gone into the cottage and knew she was already dripping wet from anticipation.

He nodded to her with a thin smile, and Sarah swung her leg over the chair, positioning her opening against the globe on top. Her breath caught in her chest when she felt his hands on her shoulders as the steel sphere started to penetrate her, and it came out in a sudden whimpering rush when he pushed her steadily down. She threw her head back, staring stunned at him, scrabbling for another breath.

It was wickedly arousing, and very uncomfortable, as it swiftly filled her up and spread her open at the same time. Apparently he was taking any trepidation out of the equation for her, replacing it with barely contained, adrenaline-filled panic. It passed swiftly after her butt hit the seat. She'd instinctively rolled her hips back and now stared down at the remaining inch or so on the gauge above the base, and her clitoris poised an inch or two from the spiked ball.

From behind her, her pirate reached down, and lifted her feet quickly by her ankles, and she felt herself pivot forward, burying the rest of the wicked shaft in her, the ball crashing into her bud. He attached her ankle cuffs with a sudden push from each side to the slender, shiny, metal bar that was strapped to the chair back at the rear of the cushion. Then, he very nearly yanked her arms back, attaching them just as swiftly to the short 'T' connector sticking up from the center of the spreader bar. And just like that, she'd been restrained to the chair and roughly violated, consensually, but violated nonetheless.

Chuck was playing another role, and she found it profoundly exciting, but it was a different one - one she had never seen before. She heard a click, and felt an instant, deeply, penetrating jolt, and she began to shake. Instinctively, she rolled her hips back to no avail. Her sharply raked leg position wouldn't let her do any more than take some of the pressure off the spiked steel ball. All she could do was push her thighs into the edge of the seat some to keep herself from being impaled completely on the base as well. She was effectively locked on for the duration of the ride.

"Enjoy the sunset," her nerd said dryly, avoiding contact with her stunned and quickly glazing eyes when he walked off the porch into the cottage.

~D/s~

Sarah sat shocked on the large invader so vigorously pushing her up again. Literally shocked. The device was causing her to jerk on the seat from the power shooting through her. And it was nearly rattling her teeth from the very heavy pulsations that swung up and down rhythmically in intensity, as what she now assumed was a very massive weight, traveled in and out, on what was currently a very rapidly rotating shaft. Even she, who had very little interest in the engineering of these things, had a very morbid curiosity about how this extremely effective contraption ticked.

The entire chair was shaking under her, even causing the teak planks of the porch to buzz slightly. Her nerd hadn't wasted a single second this time around. When he'd flipped the switch on the black box, the already running program was set for a very high power level. It was like someone had touched the wick to the vent of the cannon again, and she had been blasted out of it. The sun was beginning to set in front of her, and Sarah watched it gradually slip below the horizon as she was, once again, shot like a cannonball over it.

She was edging again. Sarah had lost track of how many times today she'd experienced this, and how many times she'd finally climaxed. She couldn't recall ever being subjected to sexual torture this protracted or all-consuming before, and Chuck wasn't even done with her yet. He'd warned her before she opened that bag, but it was still hard to believe where her decision had led.

The sky was now a warm glow where it met the sea, transitioning into a deep purple as she looked up. What a way to watch a sunset, she thought, trembling like a leaf on that chair. She didn't even hear him come onto the porch, and jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders again.

Chuck pulled her head back by her ponytail and kissed her, gazing with darkened brown eyes into her own that were covered with glaze. He released her cuffs from the bar and turned off the evil device that had been so effectively tormenting her with pleasure. Then he helped her rise slowly off the huge 'gauge' impaling her; a wickedly shaped thing that was so big around at the base it nearly filled the space between her spread legs.

They paused for a moment, and her nerd's arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he pulled her head back by her hair, and indulged himself with another deep kiss on her already open lips while she tried to steady herself on her shaky legs. Sarah looked up at him expectantly, and he spun her around, still controlling her by her hair, and held her hand with a strong, interwoven grip while he led her back into the cottage.

The room was shimmering, filled with flickering candlelight and the aroma of vanilla. Sarah's wide, dilated eyes traveled around the room, but fell quickly to the Persian rug in the center of the floor, that Chuck was pointing her head toward. Two large pillar candles on turned wooden stands flanked the rug, and standing, on another almost identical turned stand about six inches tall, in the center of the rug, stood the biggest of the four steel phallus'; her final challenge of the four.

Its shiny surface shimmered in the light, and the engraved graduation markings, filled with white paint, stood out like a neon sign. It was all oriented like a stage toward the loveseat. She looked up at her pirate, when he released her hair. He was so clearly holding his breath, and she bit her lower lip.

"It's up to you, this time." he said, softly, squeezing her hand, "Take it far as you can... or want. I decided I'd let you make it a show. I even have a selection of music for you. Whichever you choose is the amount of time you have to complete it. After that, we move on."

"And if I choose not to do it at all?"

"Then you miss out on some more fun music?"

Sarah smiled and looked back at her homework assignment. Standing on the short pedestal as it was, it stood a frightening eighteen inches tall. She took a deep breath, and her face turned more serious.

"If you decide not to try this, then we'll pass on the last two that are left, too," her nerd warned, quietly. "Just sayin'. I don't see the point in it otherwise, except for maybe one of them. I think you know which one."

"Show me the music," she said, a little pensively. The irony of how her words sounded so much like face the music was not lost one her. When Chuck led her to his iPod, sitting on the coffee table in its speaker dock, it occurred to her how much planning all of this must have taken. It was astounding. He never ceased to amaze her, or tickle my funny bone, she thought, gazing at the playlist. "Steely Dan?"

He showed her a wrinkle-nosed, crooked grin. "Seemed appropriate, don't you think? The songs I chose actually fit, too."

She nodded back, with a soft snerk. "Ravel's Bolero?" They'd watched the movie '10' very recently during a romcom marathon. But why does this seem so ironic? Sarah knew past and present were clashing again, but she couldn't put her finger on why.

"I know, I know, the irony wasn't lost on me either," Chuck said, misinterpreting her puzzled amusement. "'10' played on that theme for all it was worth. But the song is perfect. It's seductive. It has that steady tempo and increasing complexity that reminds you, where you are, where you're going, and where you'll be. There are four versions of it there. The movie score version from '10' is the shortest, only five minutes. The longest is fifteen, the full version, faithful to the original."

Huh. I like it. Sarah selected the full version and listened to it for a moment, and got caught up in it. This sounds wonderful. I could do this. She looked up at her husband, hovering over her apprehensively. "I like this, Chuck. I want to try it."

"Okay. I was hoping you'd say you would at least try. There's a version there performed by André Rieu and the Johann Strauss Orchestra. It's about eight minutes, and it has a choral accompaniment. That's the one I think you should do."

"Can I listen to it first?"

"By all means. I could listen to it all day. C'mere," he said, taking a seat on the love seat, "Sit with me while we listen. I have something for you. Not that," he added with a snort, seeing where her eyes had gone. She looked at him crestfallen. "Well, yes that, but not yet... later." He held up a remote for the iPod. "Sit." He patted his lap. "Glad you haven't lost your taste for the real thing," he teased.

"Not a chance in the Seven Seas, my Captain." Sarah smiled demurely back at him and settled onto his lap as Chuck started the music. Oh this is perfect, she thought, listening. The oboe, the plucking strings, the drums, and the pitched choral strains; it was absolutely superb. And the length was just right, too. She was going to give her Chuck his seven minutes in heaven, well, almost eight. A big smile overtook her face, and it grew bigger when Chuck took her hand, and began attaching her jewels to her bracelets. After lifting her legs so he could do her ankles, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a very loving and ardent kiss.

Rising from her picaroon captain's lap when the music ended - her mostly naked captain's lap - she looked apprehensively at the enormous phallus. When she turned back, her nerd was holding out the bottle of her favorite cherry flavored lube for her. Thank you, Chuck, you should be a magician.

She took it from his hand with a roll of her eyes and a tight, wry smile, then knelt to her knees with the main 'prop' for her performance between them. She touched it, then tipped it to feel its heft. The base tilted with it. They were attached. Chuck shrugged, with a grin, when she looked up at him, surprised again by his artful planning. Opening the bottle she let the liquid dribble over the tip of it, and down the sides, the rivulets glistening in the dancing candlelight.

Looking up at her Chuck, his gaze already transfixed on her, she closed the bottle and winked, then startled him when she tossed it to him, and giggled when he bobbled it. Sarah rose to her haunches with her knees spread provocatively and her hands on her thighs, behind that huge steel phallus standing up between her and her pirate, and slowly, and deeply, nodded her head to him.

When the almost silent, plaintive sound of the oboe and drum began to play she reached out and ran her fingers slowly down the almost three-inch diameter shaft, from tip to base, and back, stroking it with her fingertips. Then she took those wet fingers and ran them slowly and seductively up her sex, spreading her lips, finally sliding them up, and over her hard cherry. Her fingers trailed up her belly, and between her breasts, leaving a shining line, and she licked them, and sucked them one at a time as she rose up.

Positioning herself over the stylized head of that enormous dildo, she slowly descended to it, and rose up as the tip kissed her spread lips. She did it again, and then pushed herself down onto the tip when the clarinet began to play, in a wicked and seductive dance as she saw herself seeking a comfortable descent in the reflection of the full-length mirror standing next to her nerd.

She looked up at Chuck, staring at her slack jawed, frozen like a statue on the loveseat, and gave him a salacious closed lipped smile as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, and settled onto it again. A short gasp passed her lips as she eased further onto the large head of the steel cock pressing about halfway into her. It was huge. She came instinctively back up.

With her eyes still closed, concentrating on the music, she pressed on, slowly, as the strings started to pluck, she began rocking her head languidly from side to side. Then she started to roll her hips from front to back as she descended one tantalizing inch at a time, then back up, and then back down. The head of the huge thing was almost three inches long at the flange of the crown, and by the time she let it slip in, taking a sharp and shrill breath, she was already panting heavily. Her eyes shot open when it popped in, and met the darkening and hooded eyes of her picaroon Captain.

Her pace quickened when the horns started to play, and a shallow whimper began to blend with her panting breath as she worked herself up and down on trembling legs, slowly descending more with each small stroke in time to the beating drums. She could feel each engraved measurement line on the smooth steel surface of the monstrous thing as it went in, because it was so incredibly tight.

When the strings came into play in earnest she was almost halfway down, and settled to her knees on the rug, pausing to catch her breath with a deep whimpering sigh. Then more and more instruments in the orchestra joined in, and the song became earnest as the drums rolled louder. The next thing she knew, she was completely caught up in it. Sarah's eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open when she realized it had taken over and was controlling her tempo. She had become another musician in the orchestra, and her instrument was gradually filling her up.

When the choral singers pressed into her consciousness, singing an ever stronger refrain, she knew she had only a few short minutes. She looked down through glassy eyes, and was completely overcome by the sight of her own body working up and down the enormous shaft in time to the music. Chuck was now on the edge of his seat, watching her with awestruck wonder. Sarah couldn't remember ever seeing that look before. The look on his face was one like he was witnessing a once in a lifetime event and, she had to admit, he probably was. She wasn't sure she would ever be able to do this for him again, let alone make it all the way to the bottom before the music finished.

It hadn't been easy to get this far. Not at all. And she could see deep concern in that look of wonder in front of her. But the song had taken total control, and it was setting the tempo of her strokes and the pace of her descent with each bar. When the cymbals began to crash, so did she. She began to keep count of every overpowering beat and crash of her hips along with them, and to her utter and complete amazement, when she reached the number ten, her clitoris bumped the rounded wooden rim of the pedestal three times, and she climaxed, loudly, and powerfully, as the music came to its own triumphant climax.

Chuck was on his feet in a flash, and rushed up to steady her as she shook in the throes of it, lifting her up a little, keeping her from pressing any further onto it. As she slowly came back to her senses in the suddenly silent room where only her rasping breath prevailed, her pirate slowly lifted her up, and off the huge rod. A mewling gasp came from her as the shiny head of the monster pulled free, and they then gradually settled back to their knees in a tight embrace.

"Oh, God. Sarah, I don't know what to say. I'm speechless."

"There's a first," she whispered, into his neck with a soft moan of a sigh. "Please give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to continue, my Captain."

"Sarah, are you sure? We don't have to if you've had enough. I really don't think any more of this is necessary."

"Yes, I'm sure, Chuck." Sarah drew back and looked into his conflicted brown eyes with a watery smile. "You still owe me at the very least another flogging."

A smile slowly grew on her picaroon captain, but the conflict was still there, starkly outlined by thick, dark eyeliner. "Does Captain Bartowski have to get used to the idea of having his slave-wench requesting being whipped?"

"Probably. There is something very special about how he does it."

"Heh. Okay. I'll try to live up to the precedence I've set." Chuck gave her a gentle kiss, and some more music started to play. "When this song's over we'll continue," he said, with a mischievous smile.

Sarah dropped her chin and gazed up at him through her long lashes with raised eyebrows, and then turned to look at the monstrous steel phallus she'd just ridden, with a thin crooked smile, while Steely Dan's 'Babylon Sisters' played. "Are you thinking of naming him Dan?" she asked, gazing back at her Captain with amusement in her glassy and darkened blue eyes.

"Ha! Maybe we should. He probably belongs in a trophy case now."

"And that's where Steely Dan will stay. There won't be a repeat performance."

"Believe me, one was enough... maybe," he said devilishly, grinning at her as her mouth fell open. "Never say never, wench But I'll be satisfied for awhile..." He pointed to the camera on top of the mirror with a lecherous grin, "I have a record, and I think you're going to want to see that."

"Oh, no doubt about it, my evil slaver."

~D/s~

...so fine, so young, tell me I'm the only one... You've got to shake it baby, you've got to shake it baby, you got to shake it...

Yes. Time to shake it. Sarah looked up at Chuck, taking his hand when the song ended, unwaveringly, ready to complete every last assignment she'd been given. He had a leash in his hand, and two wide straps with more measurement markings on them. His countenance was stoic, resigned, but a myriad of emotions showed in his eyes. Chuck pulled her to her feet, and gave her a warm hug and a kiss, then clipped the leash to the D-ring on her collar.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," she whispered, "I'm ready."

"Then, come, me blonde haired beauty," he said commandingly, with a curt nod, and a tug on her leash, "It's time. Time to fill your request for more discipline."

Her pirate led her to the foot of the bed again, and stopped her in front of the dressing bench. Hanging from the hook below the center pulley, right at eye level were the muzzle gag and the flogger. Her last two homework assignments were laying on the embroidered bench cushion that matched the chairs and stool, along with the rope she'd seen earlier. The remaining steel 'crew members' were the 'gauge', that was machined into five connected spheres that looked like a crazy engineers version of anal beads, and the humongous tapered dildo much like the one she'd been impaled on, on the chair earlier, but even bigger.

She'd come to calling them go/no-go gauges, because they were so scary big she didn't think there was any way she could accept the largest parts of them. Perhaps that was the point of it, to see where her limits really were. Up to this point, it had been surprising to her that she'd gotten this far. Apparently her nerd had a plan for her, too. The 'gauge' of connected spheres had a short t-handle attached to the end, and the giant conical shaped one had a small ring on the base.

She looked up at her Chuck. He had a pensive look on his face, and his lips were pursed. He looked like he didn't really want to do this part of it, which probably also explained why her previous assignment with 'Steely Dan' had been entirely up to her. For some odd reason his trepidation spurred her on, made her want to accept it, and put the pressure right back on him; push him even more.

She gave her pirate nerd a resolute nod, and a small smile, a signal that she wanted him to follow through. "Don't leave anything out," she said softly, glancing down at the straps in his hand, "stick to the lesson plan."

He returned her smile in kind, with a nod, and then tugged on her leash, urging her forward, "I'm going to. You're going to complete every one of your assignments, or go to bed hungry if you know what I mean," he said, sounding very much like a parent laying down the law to a pre-teen, but with a wink as a corner of his mouth turned up more. "Straddle the ends of the bench, right up to the edge of the bed."

She looked wide-eyed at him for a second, and suddenly seeing his game, shuffled forward widening her stance as her legs straddled the turned rosewood arms of the narrow bench, stopping when her knees touched near the top of the low foot board of the bed frame. The turned bench arms pressed into her legs just above her knees, and held them spread very wide. Chuck tossed her leash on the bed in front of her, then wrapped the wide straps he'd been carrying around her thighs, just above her knees. He cinched them fairly tight, then read the markings off them. "That almost completes your restraint fitting measurements," he said, matter-of-factly, "only a few more to go."

"Have to make sure the tailor has every one," Sarah said, with a short nervous laugh.

"Ha. Yeah, some tailor," Chuck replied, with a snort, "Bill has more measurements for us than any normal tailor would ever consider taking."

"But the outfits he makes with them are so special," she softly quipped.

"Yes, indeed they are," he agreed, with a crooked grin. She watched her pirate tie the straps off to the foot board, and then Chuck reached down into the pile of coiled rope on the bench, producing four shiny rings that pivoted on very short metal posts less than an inch long.

Sarah looked on as he attached the rings to her metal slave cuffs after removing the jeweled ornamentation from them, the short posts clicking into place on the now exposed, machined bosses. Then he did the same with her ankle cuffs, following up by taking a short piece of rope from the bench, and tying her spread ankle cuffs together with it beneath the bench.

She watched him clear the seat of the bench between her legs and take the items to the head of the bed, where he laid the two giant metal go/no-go gauges on the same pillow he'd used that morning, propped up at an angle atop another pillow. He laid the rope at the corners of the mattress, and then picked up the large cylinder bolster that was resting against the headboard, also cased in burgundy velvet and trimmed with gold cable and tassels.

After placing the bolster on the edge of the red satin covered bed in front of her, he reached around her and took the muzzle gag from the hook that had been hanging right in front of her eyes, pulling it immediately onto her head. He methodically tightened every strap as he drew the large panel, with the large red phallus already in it, snugly over her mouth. She was now silenced, the red cock filling her mouth; for how long she didn't know. When he was done tightening the last strap on her neck just above her metal slave collar, he took her wrists and pulled them behind her back.

For a second she thought he might bind them, but instead, she felt him grab the leather thong from her ponytail and pull her head back. Her slaver pirate then used her barred arms to lever her down over the bolster resting against her hips. The tails of the flogger caressed her face as she went down, and she came to rest on her upper chest and chin, staring at those two scary 'crew members', on the pillow right in front of her face.

The psychological game her nerd was playing with her was astounding. With each carefully choreographed move, her excitement level had ratcheted ever higher. And she could see almost everything he did from the mirror over the headboard. The flogger was hanging right over her raised butt, above her arched back. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw it. The way her picaroon was doing this to her was affecting her mind, as much, or even more than her body. He laid her arms at her side, pressing them tight to the mattress, with his hip planted firmly against her ass and sex. "Don't move," he said sternly, meeting her eyes in the mirror, "not one inch."

Chuck released her and strode quickly around the bed, where he picked up the long coils of rope and, taking her arms one at a time, tied them to the rings on her wrist cuffs, the knots barely out of reach of her fingertips. He paused for a second, gazing at the hourglass on the nightstand, and then wordlessly turned it over with a little shrug. Then he wound the ropes around the heavy turned bed legs at the head of the bed and threw the tails back under the bed back to the foot.

Her pirate Captain then strode to the foot of the bed and picked up the tails of the rope behind her. Sarah's breath came to a stuttering halt again, when he hauled her arms up across the bed, stretched toward the corners. It was the craziest thing, watching in the mirror, as he did it from behind her at the opposite end of the bed. He stooped out of sight, and the rope between her ankles became even tauter as he apparently tied the ropes from her wrists to the one connecting her ankles. He'd linked her hands and feet together with a wickedly clever tie.

She was dumbfounded by his cleverness. And when he removed the flogger from the hook, and went methodically to work on her, she became dumbstruck. Sarah jiggled and danced on her toes, squealing, gasping, and moaning loudly into her gag as he systematically turned her backside a uniform, light shade of pink from the middle of her thighs to her upper back. He took his time about it, measuring the blows carefully, with a workmanlike countenance, and deep emotion in his darkened eyes.

The heat he was creating was intense in so many ways. With masterful precision, he'd even laid a number of strokes of the multi-tailed whip across her vulva and inner thighs, the tails wrapping up around her, and the tips slapping the front of her thighs and pubic mound. The blows had caused her to nearly fly off the floor. They weren't harsh strokes, but they were by no means light either, and they had been oh so surprising, and astonishingly exciting. They'd sent her flying off into that place she loved to go, a place only one other had once taken her in a much harsher and more reckless way, marking her for weeks. But her nerd had done it with easy grace and precision, hardly even turning her skin more than bright pink in places while doing it.

Her wild and untamed reaction to it all then caused the strangest thing to happen when their eyes locked in the mirror, it spurred Chuck on. Something she'd conveyed to him in her gaze had unleashed him, and Sarah watched flabbergasted as he slowed the pace, and delivered a number of harder and carefully sequenced and precisely laid strokes of the whip up her legs and back, resulting in an evenly spaced row of darker pink lines across her. Sarah couldn't believe what she was feeling and seeing, suddenly consumed with the wonder of where it was coming from, and breathlessly ecstatic of where it had led.

When he finally stopped, she looked up at the hourglass awestruck. Over half the sand had fallen into the bottom globe. Her nerd had taken her so far into subspace that time had flown by like the wind. He'd taken her to a place they'd never been before, she'd never been before; and it struck her like cannonball flying through the gunwales, that she was now his, utterly, and completely. She wanted no other. She was free. And with all he had given her, she still wanted more.

Sarah lay there, doubled over, panting like a steamer through her nose, the air blasting through her nostrils, punctuated by a shrill moan. As she tried to catch her breath, Chuck came around the bed and picked up those crazy, huge anal beads made of steel. She knew that was exactly what they were for. Her pirate then strode around behind her and held the frightening object up for her to see in the mirror.

His eyes were so dark, so hooded, still so overflowing with emotion. He opened her bottle of lubricant, and let a long stream of it run into the crack of her fanny. She watched, and felt him draw the globes of the huge toy across her labia and ass, spreading the liquid around, and then he laid it atop her lifted rump, the smallest sphere poised near hear anus. It was so heavy, shockingly so. Her slaver moved closer. She could feel him pressing against her, hard, and as hot as a poker from the fire.

Chuck grabbed the leather thong on her ponytail and pulled her head back. Then he picked up that scary toy by the t-handle, and Sarah took a sharp breath, when she watched the first sphere pop in under the big objects own weight. When it went in, so did he, pushing the head of his cock into her vagina. This was the first time he'd ever done something like this to her, and her blood began to simmer into a roiling boil as it coursed through her veins from the excitement. He wrapped the strip of leather from her hair around the handle where it met the largest sphere, and pulled.

She felt the pressure of another huge bead as her head came further back, and when it gradually pushed in, so did he, a little more. He held it up like a pair of handlebars along with the leather thong wrapped around his hand like reins, and he slowly started to pump, pushing and pulling on the toy as he did, causing her head to bob from the taut leather cord to her braided ponytail. It was an overpowering sight, watching him fuck her like a captive audience with the three shiny globes that were left, sticking up from her bright pink ass.

With a jagged whimper, she saw the third one pop suddenly in, and her picaroon's cock flew in some more as he picked up his pace, his belly bumping the handle with each of his thrusts. This was getting much, much harder. This next 'bead' would be bigger than the biggest plug she'd taken today. It was huge, and Sarah wondered if she could do it, let alone the next which was more than she even wanted to think about.

Then, with a shuddering moan, she started to rattle on her toes as she felt all the big beads she'd taken so far, start to pop in and out with an intense, rippling sensation as it they rammed in at the same time along with Big Chuck in her other hole. Her pirate pushed and pulled at a measured pace. He looked entranced, completely pulled into the moment, and she was right there with him, her eyes locked on the next enormous sphere beginning to gradually push slowly into her with each thrust as he pulled on her reins. And she climaxed, completely unhinged.

Their eyes met again in the mirror, so glazed and detached. He pushed some more, and her eyes shot wide from the intensely, distressing, but at the same time strangely, pleasurable sensation as she convulsed around him and the humongous steel intruder she could hardly call a toy under the best of circumstances. When he bumped the handle again with his hard abs Sarah jerked up as she felt it, with her hands clenched into fists, and a stifled shriek blasted from her nose when her head snapped forward and the big steel ball flew in, sending a wave through her that threw her even higher.

She'd largely made it happen herself, but there was no way she thought she could do that another time. Her eyes grew large and round when her nerd exclaimed between thrusting grunts, "Good girl. One more to go, Sarah, you can do it, you know you can. Make your Captain happy, and take it all, my sweet."

FUCK me, Chuck! Is this really you? She shook her head at first, and then acquiesced with a sharp whimpering nod when she saw the wickedly stern look in his eye, watching as that last giant bead stretched her, pushing in slowly in a pulsing wave with each ferocious bump. But this last one felt like it was just too much as she stared at it trying to push in. She could see her nerd sensing her distress, as he bumped into the handle to hold her while he fucked her relentlessly, and his glassy, unfocused eyes became as big as saucers, when she said 'I love you', Chuck, emphatically, with both hands.

I love you Chuck, but I just can't take any more! But she was too late, and with another hard last hammering impact from Chuck's belly the final bead drove in with shrill gasping moan from her as she jerked wildly in her bonds.

"Oh, Fuck! You did it, Sarah, you took all of them. That was fucking unbelievable," Chuck gasped.

When that last bead popped in an incredible memory popped into her head along with it, illumined by the pride in her nerds voice, and it was the very last thing in the world she ever expected to remember. It lit her up like a blowtorch even as a dark and almost crushing wave of guilt broke over her. And then it was gone, washed away in the wildly insane eroticism of the moment.

Sarah gazed at him in wild wonder as Chuck held her in position and kept fucking her, pushing her swiftly higher to that place she'd already been so many times today, beginning to wonder if he'd lost complete control, but also now knowing she'd been there herself on at least one amazingly forbidden occasion. She knew he'd seen her signal, it had showed so obviously in his eyes. A flash of distress had crossed his face when he'd been unable to stop himself in time, but somehow he'd managed to keep an apology from coming out, holding onto the upper hand.

She felt a strange flash of her own, one of pride that he was learning how to be a Dom, and that she was learning to give herself completely to him as a sub. There wasn't much he do could now anyway, except remove it, and that thought made Sarah's breath catch fully in her throat. But it was done now, and so he continued to keep thrusting powerfully, his belly hitting the handle each time he rammed all the way into her. She could feel that quickening sensation building rapidly within her again, driven exponentially higher by her own forbidden thoughts. Their eyes were locked on each other, but it seemed like they didn't really see each other. Something very feral was driving both of them forward, together.

It started with a undulating shiver. And Sarah quickly began to shudder and shake under the untamed and yet very erotic onslaught when her Dom started to yank her crashing back into him by the handle, tugging that huge ball into her dilating sphincter. Then with a slow and insistent tug, one that lit an extremely short fuse, she felt Chuck pull the first ball free.

She exploded. He continued, pulling steadily, withdrawing the gauge from her, one shuddering globe at a time. As those last four balls came free, she shot from the cannon again, with a rippling, shrieking blast of breath from her nose. She watched goggle-eyed as he then swiftly pulled out of her, and then just as swiftly plunged back into her pulsing anal orifice.

Her climax continued, wild and untamed, and she squealed ferociously into her gag. Fortunately the 'gauge' had prepared her for her marauding pirate when he entered her, and the transition was almost effortless and painless; in fact, the sensation of her anus closing around him was incredibly pleasurable. He reached under her, and caressed her roughly as she shook, never losing a beat as he gripped her leather reins and delivered long, hard, and powerful strokes, until his back finally arched stiffly with a last deep thrust, and her pirate came with a long, and lustful, panting moan.

He settled over her for several minutes, caressing her breasts and kissing her hot, pink back as they both wound down in a slow spiral from the top. Sarah marveled at the way she felt, the way Chuck had played her so adroitly in this assignment of hers, and the way he'd watched her so carefully as he'd tried not to push her too far, even as he'd done it, while pushing her further up, and completely possessing her.

She looked on, gobsmacked, as he laid several electric kisses on the small of her back, and slowly pulled out of her. Chuck was mute. She could see he was still collecting his wits, and a little in awe himself of what he had just done. But they weren't done yet, there was still one more assignment, and it was a huge one.

Sarah wondered what he was going to do to accomplish it. She didn't have to wait long. Her pirate quickly came to his senses, and released her feet and the bonds to the straps on her thighs. Then, still standing behind her at the foot of the bed, used the ropes leading under the bed to her wrist cuffs to pull her further up onto the bed, gliding her effortlessly over the smooth satin sheets.

Her knees were now well on to the mattress, with her lower calves and feet jutting over the foot of the bed, and that last 'crew member' was looming right in front of her face. He tied her legs wide with the straps on her thighs to the side rails of the bed, then untied her wrists and pulled her up onto her knees, securing the leash from her collar to the hook hanging from the pulley overhead.

Her rogue nerd began to methodically tie her forearms together across the small of her back with many wraps of a piece of that thick nautical rope, finishing the tie by securing her wrist cuffs to her arms just above her elbows. Picking up another long coil of the same rope, he then started to secure her arms tightly to her sides, with loops above and below her breasts, also crisscrossing it around and across her breasts in the classic style of Japanese Kinbaku. It was something she enjoyed that they'd been exploring for some time now.

Something started to tickle at her psyche as he did it, something nebulous that was becoming clearer by the second. Her picaroon captain finished the strict tie with two lines of rope that crossed between her breasts and went over her shoulders, and then with a knot behind her neck, ran them together down the center of her back, finally securing them to the looped bindings covering her forearms. After he pulled her head back and tied her ponytail to the same spot, he removed her leash and lowered her back to the bed by the ropes coming down her spine. Then he tightened it even more, pulling her back into an acute arch, and followed suit with her hair.

Her nerd then reached down and picked up the two ropes that had been fettering her wrists earlier, and she felt it again. When he walked back to the foot of the bed and began to tie her ankles and feet with them in an elaborate basket weave suspension tie, that odd sensation shot through her like an electric shock. Like the beginning of a flash!

~D/s~

Sarah gazed at him in the mirror as he tied her feet, and after glancing over at the champagne bucket, and then the hourglass, was suddenly swept up in an overwhelming, flashing wave of deja vu. This was right where she'd come into this amazingly clear and detailed apparition. She had stepped back into it like Alice through the looking glass. She had come almost full circle, and for some strange reason, Sarah knew only a tiny arc of the ring remained.

When her pirate was done binding her feet, he removed the straps from around her thighs. Then he strung the ends of the heavy ropes through the pulleys at the corners of the high bed canopy frame and unceremoniously hauled her up. She slid back on the bed again as her feet rose up, and out, spreading her wide open, suspended, and totally exposed to him. Her upper chest and chin were the only parts of her in contact with the bed, supporting some of her weight below her sharply arched back. Sarah looked in the mirror as he picked up that last evil 'go/no-go gauge', and watched with dazed astonishment while he strung it up by the ring on the bottom of it through the center pulley hanging from the bed canopy rail.

Her nerd then hung the huge gauge by the large loop he'd tied through the ring on the hook below the pulley. It hung frightfully over her crotch, and a once more vivid image of a guillotine blade poised ready to fall filled her mind even stronger than before when she, herself, had been hanging from that hook.

Their eyes met again in the mirror as her pirate held the rope in his hand. Her Chuck's face was resolute, his lips a taut line, as he stared at her with those brown, emotion filled eyes, framed so starkly with dark eyeliner. "Your final assignment," he uttered, softly, "Really more of a test."

Sarah nodded back at him as much as her restrained head would allow, with wild excitement and apprehension dancing in her glassy eyes, completely overcome by the imagery, and the sensations assaulting her body and mind.

"I'll be watching for the signal again," he whispered to her, as he pulled the rope and the hook fell away.

The engraved and heavy, steel conical dildo commenced a slow descent to her still quivering quim, and her breath caught in her throat when the large sphere on the end bumped into it. She watched her nerd - wow, her nerd, she couldn't believe it - as he pushed on her pubis a bit aligning her more perfectly with the humongous measuring tool, and felt the large globe on the tip begin to push in. Her pulse raced, and her breath quickened, as she looked on with a bizarrely detached curiosity, like it wasn't really her that this extremely lurid act was being performed upon.

The globe disappeared with a little jerk, and she moaned into her gag. It slipped in another inch, and then one more. Then her pirate lifted it back up those two inches, then dropped it down three. It was the most bizarrely erotic sight she'd ever seen, and apparently Chuck thought so too, judging by his slack-jawed expression.

Her pirate continued to lower it one inexorable inch at a time, then lift it, and lower it more, while it filled her up by its own weight, and spread her open ever wider. She began to pant more piercingly with each passing inch, shivering from her bound outstretched legs, her only control of the situation being her signal she was too stubborn and proud to use. Sarah hated to give up, with anything. But she'd already tried to do it once with the first of these last two infernal tests that were pushing her limits so hard, and she suspected at some point she'd do it again.

And she did. She couldn't take any more. When a little less than two inches of the steel cone were sticking out of her she tapped out, vigorously giving her pirate, Chuck, the sign with her bound hands.

He looked relieved, but instead of hoisting it back out, he tied the rope off to the bedpost. Sarah gazed with stupefied fascination at him when he picked up the bolster that had been lying on the dressing bench and strolled around the bed, climbing onto it in front of her. Her rogue lifted her up and set her back down with her chest now resting on the firm round pillow, and she stared at him wide-eyed while he removed her gag.

"What are you up to now, my devious Captain?" she asked, licking her lips as she panted from the huge intruder still in her. She suspected she already knew, but wasn't going to pass up the freedom to speak again, even if it was only temporarily.

He smiled at her a little crookedly. "You said stick to the lesson plan. This is the last item on the list. Your final exam."

"You never cease to amaze me," she replied, returning his wry smile with a soft, short laugh.

Chuck wrinkled his nose at her. "You know you love it when I surprise you," he said, disingenuously, as he spread his knees apart and scooted closer.

"Only surprises from you, and even then not all the ti-Mmmmph!" She rolled her eyes and sucked hard as he pushed in, eliciting a nearly instantaneous moan from him.

Then, he showed her another big surprise. Her nerd gripped her bound arms and began to roll her back and forth on the bolster. The motion - back and forth - then did another unanticipated thing to her when the huge dildo started to swing like a pendulum with, and within her, coming slightly out, then back in with each short swing. It was only a tiny amount, but the effect was profoundly intense.

She whimpered and moaned as she sucked, her Dom and lover in near total control of the pace; and their breathing grew ragged together from excitement as they both twitched and shivered like they were possessed. They fell into a rhythm, each of them moving steadily upward again.

After a while, Sarah looked up at her pirate, watching, as his eyes hooded and completely glazed over. She could tell he might not last much longer, and she wasn't really at all surprised to see him building back up to something big again so quickly. She'd had a large part in that, in more ways than one. The fitness routine she had devised for them also included very careful supplementation, and she'd picked a few special ones for Chuck. And now, if she had her way, she was going to give him a huge roping orgasm with her mouth, to reward him for the amazingly erotic and pleasure filled day he'd given her.

Her breath caught when he abruptly pulled her forward, filling her up, and she swallowed hard as he held himself in. That did it. He rattled as hard as he had done the other day bound to that chair, and climaxed powerfully, and protractedly, as he started to pump in and out of her mouth with short shivering gasps for breath. She put everything into it, and kept him going for a very long time, as he ejaculated long and hard, pulsing with that wild energy in her sealed lips.

He finally pulled free with a pop, and fell back against the headboard with a gasping, "Oh. GOD!" Sarah giggled at his classic reaction between panting breaths, watching her nerd trying to catch his own.

They just gazed at each other for several long moments, winding down from the heights they'd just ascended. But Sarah needed some relief, and she needed it now. She'd had way more than enough of the monster that was impaling her so intrusively. "Chuck?"

"I know," he said, with a glassy-eyed smile. "You passed every assignment and test with flying colors, me beauty. And now it's time for that big surprise." Sarah almost blanched when he said the word 'big', and he snickered. "Don't worry it's not that kind of big surprise."

Sarah couldn't contain the cute little squeaking sigh of relief when Chuck clambered to his knees and released her ponytail, followed by loosening the rope down her back. He then knelt over her with his hand tenderly resting on her head and kissed her temple, before climbing to his feet on the mattress next to her and raising the giant tool slowly out of her. Sarah took a deep breath of relief, as he lowered it to the floor at the foot of the bed, and then gasped shrilly when her pirate lifted her abruptly from the bed by the waist.

With a firm hand spread between her shoulder blades, he then swung her head and torso back the other way, resting her shoulders and head on the dressing bench at the foot of the bed. Quite suddenly, she was now looking up at her bound body and outstretched legs above her, with nearly all of her weight hanging suspended from her feet again. She grinned when Chuck's hands grabbed her legs around her calves, and his smiling face peered back at her over her wide open crotch.

"Now for the big surprise," Chuck said, with teasing, enigmatic delight, giving her the eyebrow dance. He pulled back, disappearing from sight. "Of course, like I said, this might end up being more torturous than pleasurable at this point in your day, but you sealed that part of your fate this morning, so you'll have to endure it," his disembodied voice said, "I do hope that's not the case, though, and you find this much more enjoyable, than not."

What? What the hell is he talking about? Sarah asked herself, before hearing the sound of dripping water. OH! Oh, my God!

She felt the bed move, and Chuck stepped back into view holding the crystal stoppered bottle of Cristal champagne in his hand, and a huge playful grin on his face.

"Oh, fuck, Chuck. If that's what I think it's for, that's a waste of very expensive champagne," Sarah uttered softly, gazing up at him with admonishment. The bare neck of the bottle, however, told her everything she needed to know.

Her pirate shrugged, his grin undiminished, "They don't have anything else around here. Besides, my Sarah deserves nothing but the best."

He touched the bottle to her belly, and her breath caught with a gulp. It wasn't cold, but it certainly wasn't room temperature either. Damn, this is going to be a shock to the system! "Geez, Chuck. Chilled?"

"Oh, c'mon, don't be a big baby," he teased with an upturned brow, "It's not even close to cold. It'll be like a refreshing dip in a cool pool of water. Roll with it."

"That's a matter of opinion, big boy." She gazed up at him totally stunned. She and Carina had joked about having one of these once, or twice, but neither of them had had the nerve to actually try it, and, more accurately, know someone they'd let do it to them. Now it was going to happen, most likely whether she protested, or not. Yes, you've always been curious about this, roll with it. I'm going to shoot Bill for teaching him that saying. "All right, my Captain, give it to me."

"With great pleasure," he said, with a chuckle. He gazed at her with a lecherous grin and began to caress her sex with the multi-faceted, spherical, crystal stopper capping the bottle. Her breath caught again with a sudden inhale, and her eyes went wide when he slowly penetrated her with it and then withdrew it back out. The cool neck of the bottle had instantly caused her breathing to quicken when it returned.

At first it had been a frightening sight until she looked closely at the stopper and realized it had a gold retaining ring that held it into the bottle. He grinned knowingly at her, holding it over her for a moment, massaging her with it, holding her gaze, but instead of doing what she thought he was about to do, he swiftly lowered his lips to her clitoris and pulled her into his mouth, sucking it robustly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" Oh-my-God-oh-my-God-oh-my-God, again, AGAIN! She trembled in her bonds as Chuck drew her swollen cherry between his puckered lips repeatedly, watching her open mouthed gasps with gaiety dancing in his eyes. He pulled her in and began flicking the tip of his tongue over it. If it wasn't for the fact that she'd already climaxed more times she could count today, it would have been too, too much.

But by this point in her long erotic trial it was simply divine, and he had her singing like a bird again in very, very short order. This time it was her turn to rattle like an unbalanced clothes washer, with her own version of "Oh-my-God, Chuck!" repeating over and over in ever higher register. Then her eyes grew huge when, while she was still being seized in the paroxysm of her toe curling orgasm, he released her, and started gently shaking the bottle of Cristal over her. With a firm push of a recessed button in the top of the stopper, it popped out into his hand.

The champagne sprayed across her and down her belly, and then he plunged the neck of it into her. Holy... FUUUUCCK! It stung at first, which she assumed was the source of her pirate's warning, because of the day's activities he'd subjected her to down (or rather, up) there. And it was a shock because of its cool temperature. But those mildly torturous sensations abated, quickly overtaken by bubbly, fizzy, and intensely pleasurable ones as the champagne started to squirt out around the bottle neck like a pulsing fountain. The way it had transitioned from discomfort to deep, orgasmic pleasure was astonishingly intoxicating, like almost everything else she had experienced doing these things with her nerd.

She found herself panting wildly once again, looking on with breathtaking excitement while her beaming rogue jiggled the bottle up and down, and caressed her clit with the crystal stopper. The cool foamy liquid ran down her body, as she gasped, and shook, and writhed, suspended from her ankles. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she was suddenly, and completely, hooked. You're definitely doing this to me again, Chuck! Regularly!

Sarah suddenly giggled uncontrollably, when a crazy thought entered her head; and she hung there, asking herself, just how she would find a way to tell her friend, Carina, that she shouldn't ever pass up an opportunity like this when it finally came her way. The thought of Carina's almost guaranteed reaction, as well as the tickling foamy liquid running all over her, made her giggle even more. Her laughter filled, newlywed smile radiated up at her husband, and she licked her lips suggestively to him.

He got her message, and finally pulling the bottle from her, she watched pleasantly astounded as he took a long lapping sip from her 'glass'. Then he stepped off the bed and lowered the bottle to her eager lips, giving her a lingering sip, too. It was so wonderful. And so was the deep, wet, bubbly kiss that followed. Such good champagne to be using for a douche, she thought, still grinning uncontrollably, but, WOW, was that ever incredible!

What an adventurous and creative way to end their day. It wasn't exactly vanilla, but it was very, very close. "Charles Bartowski, you are the most amazing, creative, and adorable man I've ever met. If I'd only known about this side of you four years ago, I'd have told the CIA to get bent." She watched that magical smile grow gradually on his face, a smile that had always shown how madly in love he was with her, even as it put her under its spell.

"It all worked out in the end, Sarah, and I'm a better man for waiting for you," Chuck said softly, stepping back, and giving her a deep swashbuckler's bow. "My Sarah, the woman who's had my heart from the first day we met."

Sarah sighed deeply, her smile turning watery and shining brightly from her eyes. Then the tears started to roll down the sides of her face.

She laid in Chuck's arms late that night, simply unable to get to sleep, despite her physical, emotional, and sexually sated exhaustion. Sarah couldn't shut her mind off, or calm her heart. All she could think about was what her pirate Captain, and his evil 'crew' had done to her that day. Her rogue had been so incredible. He'd taken her on a fantastic voyage, to a place she'd never been before. Now, all she could do was lie here reminiscing about it, like her mind was seemingly trying to collect every little detail like shells on the beach, and not give her up to sleep until it did.

As the day slowly played back through in her head, she laid there, scheming, and wondering what she could possibly do to surpass it, but not bothered at all if it would always remain near the top. She gazed up at the gauzy, cloud-like mosquito netting over the bed. The netting wasn't really needed that much here this time of the year. They were mostly using it for ambiance more than anything, and she liked it. It was like being wrapped in a dreamy cocoon. And who better to share her cocoon with, than her Chuck. Sarah snuggled closer to her rogue, her sea Captain, breathing in his exhilarating post-coital scent, and surrendering to her waking dream.

~D/s~

"Are you awake, Chuck?"

"Um-Hmmmm. Jus layin' here, enjoying listenin' to you talk in your sleep," he murmured, into his pillow.

"You're kidding me."

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Okay, okay, I heard every gruesome, scary secret," he whispered in mock horror, his face slowly turning into a teasing smile. "I thought CIA agents were trained to not do that."

Sarah yanked the pillow from the bed behind her and swatted it across his face as she rolled on top of him, acting like she was smothering him with it. "We are, and I can't let you live if you've heard me telling secrets in my sleep, Chuck," she said with a cackling laugh.

Chuck scrabbled and clawed at the pillow with wildly flailing hands, shaking and kicking like she was successfully murdering him, and then fell limp. When Sarah slowly pulled the pillow away, her nerd was staring glassy-eyed up at her with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.

She grinned when she saw his face and mouth twitching from his barely contained laughter, and leaned over, ostensibly to give him a kiss, but instead she sucked his tongue into her mouth, taking it between her teeth.

"Aaa, Aaaaa, -od, -arah," Chuck managed to exclaim before their lips met. The kiss became very heated, and they began to weave their fingers through each other's hair, eventually breaking the ardent lip lock, but maintaining their hold on one another. "Wow, Sarah, for a second there I thought you were going to eat my tongue so I couldn't repeat anything I heard."

"It is a tasty tongue, but it would be extremely counterproductive to remove it, if you get my drift," she replied, continuing to run her fingers through his hair with amusement in her eyes and on her lips. "So what exactly did I say?"

Chuck shrugged, and rolled his eyes, "Nothing really understandable, but you seemed to be having a very good time. You did, however, say one thing very clearly." He kept looking at her with a tight smile like he had a secret she was going to have to interrogate him to get.

"Okay, Bartowski, spill, before I get out the thumbscrews. What did I say?"

"Thumbscrews?" he said, incredulously, looking at her with eyes wide. "That's a little arcane, even for my tastes." He grinned. Yes, that one, the one that tore down every single one of her barriers. "You said, and I quote, 'You're definitely doing this to me again, Chuck. Regularly.'"

Sarah's mouth fell open. I never actually said that! I thought it! Didn't, I?

"I don't remember you ever saying that," her nerd muttered, confirming it, "Care to share the context?"

Sarah bit her lip for a few seconds, trying to contain her own laughter this time. "Do we have any Cristal champagne?" she asked, innocently.

Chuck let out a rippling laugh, shaking under her, "Oh, God. So you filled in all the blanks and details?"

"Oh, yes, every last little detail, even what I was thinking, apparently. Your quote? It wasn't something I actually said to you, it was something I thought after you did... that."

"Aaah, okay." Chuck lifted his head, his lips to hers, and kissed her softly, lovingly. "I'm so happy you got all of that back. I'm also glad I got to see you dreaming about it. I feel a lot better."

"I told you, Chuck."

"I know, I know," he said, with sheepish contriteness, "You know how hardheaded I am."

"MmmHmmm. But, now I can certainly understand your concerns more. I can't believe we did all those... things. That I did all those things that day. Your crew was a lot to take in," she said with a wry smile and a giggle. "I got sore just dreaming about it."

"Well, believe it, or not, most of the data from that homework assignment was actually useful, too," her husband said, smiling lopsidedly back at her, "but I've since come to the conclusion that Bill and Sally were playing with our heads some, seeing how far we would really go with it."

"No doubt. What they did was way over the top, but I still had fun." Sarah gazed at him thoughtfully, biting her lip again. "My special chastity belt and harness, for my cuffs? The one for the transport case? It came from those prototypes you experimented on me with, didn't it?"

"Yeah. Bill was working on it while we were on the island. Sally was the one who sent the prototypes along with me. She said you should, quote, 'try it, before you buy it', unquote."

Sarah snickered, and gave her nerd a quick peck, "I knew there was something strange about what was happening to me in that evil case the other day. I had no idea it could feel like that."

"I was more than a little concerned how you might react to that." Chuck smiled a little sheepishly at her. "I dialed it back some so you hopefully wouldn't freak out in the case."

"I never freak out, Chuck, but it was probably a wise decision," she replied flatly with a pursed smile.

"Hey, I've been there too, you evil woman, so I don't have to use my imagination to wonder how someone uninitiated might possibly react to that. That session on the island totally redefined our hard limits."

"I'm sure it did." Sarah gazed at her Chuck. Her Chuck; he was all hers, of that there was now no doubt. She'd possessed him completely on that island, and he'd done the same to her. She stroked his cheek with her fingertips studying all those emotions so plainly displayed in his hazel eyes. "You know, these last few days have been like a trial by fire for me, both physically and emotionally," she said, with quiet emotion of her own.

"Yes, I do know. You've had a lot to absorb in a short period of time. Probably too much. It shows."

Sarah nodded, and dropped her forehead to his. She was suffering from sensory and emotional overload, and she was also beginning to understand just how much she had given herself to this man. It was a complete and utter shock to the system, and such an enormous departure from the hardened CIA Officer she'd once been.

"This has been a crazy, intense experience for me, Chuck. I've been thinking about it every waking, and apparently, every sleeping moment." She took a deep breath, calming herself with her fingers in his hair. "I think I'd like to go back to the beginning again, start over, and work our way back up to where we are now, then see where it goes from there."

Her nerd smiled at her, with a look on his face that looked like relief. She'd seen that look very recently in a dream. "I'd like that," he said softly, stroking her cheek, "I think it would be fun to explore the basics again. Maybe we'll both discover some new things by doing that, see some possibilities we might have missed the first time around, maybe even get more comfortable with certain aspects of this lifestyle."

"That's what I was thinking. I want to re-explore all the possibilities, talk about them, try them."

"All of them?" he said with a choking sound.

Sarah grinned back salaciously, "All of them? Well, maybe not all of them," she said, thinking of a few things that she knew they both found revolting and rolling her eyes. "We'll talk about it."

"Yes... talk. Talk is good. I can do that."

"Ooooh, I know you can, Mr. B, and talk you will. Vee haf vays of making you talk. Everyone talks, eventually, as long as they have their tongue." Sarah said, shooting him an impetuous smile as her hands wandered, "And since I let you keep yours, I think you should demonstrate your other skills with it, don't you? And maybe answer my question about the champagne?"

~D/s~

So, they started again, from the very beginning. Their first few weeks had been entirely at home, and thereafter, they fell into an easy and comfortable routine, sometimes playing in Castle, sometimes at their apartment. It was all beginning to blend seamlessly into their normal everyday life. And Chuck talked. They both talked, discussing things as they went along that they'd never considered before.

As the months passed they took it one measured step at a time, eventually making it to the Rubicon they'd reached on the island, and then crossing over it. They hadn't gone very far beyond that monumental river when they finally found the one, something they'd been searching for since Sarah had returned home but didn't even know it.

Chuck and Sarah had taken a few days to play at the beach the week of their wedding anniversary, and they'd been running together along the Newport Beach boardwalk when Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes fixed on a house right there on the beach in front of them, or more precisely, the deep red paint on the front door facing the street that dead-ended into the boardwalk.

"Sarah, look it's your house! This is the one! Look! The red door, the white, picket fence," he exclaimed with animated excitement. He made a grand, sweeping gesture to the fence around the brick paved 'yard' decorated with potted plants, and then pointed animatedly across the boardwalk when he spun around, "And toes in the sand, Sarah! It's all here! And it's for sale!"

Sarah smiled at his over-the-top enthusiasm and looked up at the balcony of the delightfully refurbished old home that had to have been here since at least the 1940's, judging by the very old looking casement windows. That balcony probably had a view of the ocean across the broad sand beach behind her. "I don't know, Chuck, this place has to cost a fortune," she said, still jogging in place. She bounced over to the 'for sale' sign and pulled a flyer from the box attached to the post.

"So what? We can afford it," Chuck exclaimed as he paced back and forth in front of the picket fence. "It's perfect!"

Sarah's eyes shot wide and she froze in place. "Six and a half million dollars to be precise," she said, her voice low and dripping with incredulity. "It better be perfect."

Chuck's head spun around on his shoulders and he stared at her goggle-eyed. "We can still afford it," he said resolutely after a pregnant pause, "Think of it as an investment, the real estate market is still recovering."

"Uh, huh. Nice try, Chuck. I seriously doubt this area ever felt the real estate crunch." Sarah folded up the flyer and strode up to her nerd. Taking him in an embrace, she kissed him and stuffed the folded paper into the back pocket of his board shorts, and then patted him firmly on the ass. "Here, you keep this. We'll discuss it."

Forty days later they drove Sarah's new birthday Porsche into the remodeled garage that had a special new basement underneath it. Chuck led the love of his life upstairs to the master bedroom of their new home, a bedroom with a view of the Pacific Ocean a short distance away across the sand. He led her into the room with his hand over her eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

"I was born ready," Sarah answered with a snerk.

Chuck, her adorable nerd, pulled his hand away, and Sarah stared with wide, excited eyes at a rosewood four-poster bed with mosquito netting draped over the canopy. It was sitting in the middle of a large, bright, and airy room with hardwood floors, with that dressing bench, and those chairs.

"Are these from the island?"

"No. Vivian had some exact copies made for us. They're a housewarming gift from her and her dad."

"I'm glad the originals are still there, because we'll be going back," Sarah said with a prurient smile. She didn't say another word. All she did was drag him through the netting onto the bed, locked in a kiss.

Only a little over a week after that very special day, Sarah was completing her run along the boardwalk she'd rapidly fallen in love with, and walked on to her porch at the same time as their postal delivery person. She accepted the mail with a smile, and wished Patricia well, then stopped in her tracks as she shuffled through the stack.

There was a letter addressed to Dominic and Jenny Carmichael, forwarded from their virtual P.O. Box. She curiously tore the small envelope open while standing right there on the used brick paved patio, and smiled, when a small red and black medallion and a keycard spilled out of a folded invitation card into her hand.

Ho, boy, she thought, with a deep breath, her playfully, naughty eyes fixed on the invitation with its suggestive picture on the front. She opened it, and read:

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Xmas in July, with a D/s Twist

... or XXXmas if you're so inclined.
Because there are NO limits!

Come in your best D/s finery, and join the fun with

Bill and Sally Montague!

This is a social event and the precursor to our
other gatherings planned into late in the fall.
There will be a slave auction at this party, and
due to this, all Subs must wear a collar and tag.
In addition, the evening's auction purchases will
also carry over to the play party in September.

So mark your calendar!

Your keycard will be activated after you RSVP.
Tag codes and party protocols are on the back.

We look forward to seeing you! - Sally

RSVP - bill at fet-tec . com

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Sarah turned the invitation over to read the 'protocols', with a grin. Ah, more protocols. Can't seem to ever escape those.

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House Montague Collar Tags
and Protocols

Red - Protected
Orange - Unbroken/Brat
Blue - Consideration
Red/Black - Loyal
Pink - Companion/Pet
Black - Formal
Yellow - For Sale

Those of you wishing to participate in the
auction can request a yellow tag when you
RSVP, and it will be waiting for you at the door.
It must be worn along with your assigned tag.
You may request a tag change with your RSVP
if you wish. Those not wearing tags will be
assumed to be buyers, so be warned, you may
be approached by those who are for sale.

Sub's wearing red or black tags are OFF LIMITS
unless they are wearing a yellow tag.

Rules will be enforced, so know them!

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Sarah held up the bi-color medallion, examining the barcode on one side and the name, Jenny, on the other, struck by its meaning. The color was a fit for her, and it protected Chuck's sensibilities since he was very opposed to the idea of a formal master/slave relationship even in their roleplay. To be honest, so was she, even though she occasionally called him that, in part to goad him. This was going to be a tough one.

Even though they'd done something like this once at a club, it was completely new ground to them, because it was in a private home. Sarah suspected it would be much more freewheeling, and as the invitation suggested, probably without any kind of dress code. That might be very hard to sell to her frequently shy and modest Chuck. He was getting better every day, but this would undoubtedly be a real stretch for him.

I've got two weeks to convince Chuck he can do this. I'll accept that challenge. We need to get out more, and we can do this now. We're retired spies. Dominic and Jenny can go undercover again. It'll be fun. And it will be just another mission, right?