Chapter 49

James

Richard sips the last of his breakfast coffee, craning his neck to see that the women are out of the
room. “I think we can agree that having Kirstie’s wedding crop up so conveniently is a blessing. Under
the circumstances, what I think we should do, is to try to return to some kind of normality. Yes, Mitch is
expecting a baby. Yes, the father is… Well… What can we say about Klempner? But a normal life, so
far as we can create that, will be the best option, not just for Mitch, but for Charlotte and Elizabeth too.”

“I couldn’t agree more. I’ll encourage Charlotte and Mitch to throw themselves into helping Kirstie. I’m
sure you’ll do the same with Beth. Any other suggestions?”

He sips again. “I think Charlotte suffered from a touch of post-partum depression after Cara was
born…” He cocks an eye at me…

“Yes, I agree. She wasn’t herself, but she’s come out of it now. Or at least, is coming out of it.”

Richard nods. “It’s common enough in women after all, and certainly very understandable given the
events surrounding the birth. But you believe it is resolving itself?”

“I’d say so yes. Charlotte has been much improved the last few weeks. By which I mean, her worries
have related to outside concerns such as the state of her mother’s mind, looking after Cara, helping
Beth with Adam. She’s not been turning inward. And as you say, Kirstie and Ryan dropping in on us
like that was a tremendous help. In any case…”

I pause, raising a finger as I hear, out in the hall, the foot-tread of my beloved wife and sub…

Eavesdropping?

“… In any case, I believe we settled on a cure…” I raise my voice. “Charlotte, could you come in here
for a moment, please.”



A brief shuffling sound and she pokes her head around the door. “Master?”

“Charlotte, Richard here presented you a gift some weeks ago. How much use have you given it?”

Richard looks briefly away then, looking back, with sucked-in cheeks, pastes on a bland expression.
Charlotte pinks up, points of colour pricking at her cheeks.

My question was rhetorical. I already know the answer. Charlotte has not used Richard’s ‘gift’ at all
since the first night he presented it to her during an episode of ‘family play’. I know this because I
pocketed it at the end of that evening.

And in fact, I have it in my pocket now.

But I see no reason to tell her that.

“Master?” She sucks at her lower lip, her gaze darting between me and Richard.

“Charlotte, remove your panties and bend over the table.”

She blinks, looking one way and the other around the kitchen. “What? Here? Now?”

“Yes, here. And now. Remove your panties and bend over the breakfast table. I do not expect to have
to repeat myself.” I slide cups and plates to one side to underline my point. Richard, his face straighter
than a surveyor’s line, clears the coffee pot and milk jug from the table, then sits, legs crossed at the
knee, one arm draped over the back of his chair.

I fish the plug from my pocket, holding it between thumb and forefinger, displaying it to Charlotte. It’s
rather attractive, with a silvered finished and set with a gemstone; emerald green: always a good colour
on a red-haired woman.

Richard chose well.



Wonder if Beth has one like it?

Charlotte’s eyes, a green to match the gem, fix on it. Her lips part and her breathing is accelerating…

Always leave a sub anticipating…

“Charlotte, I believe I gave you an instruction. I expect to be obeyed.”

She swallows, reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. I retrieve them from the floor, stuffing
them in my pocket. “You won’t need those today, Charlotte… Now…” I face-point down to the table.

She drops her face, blinking, then bends over the table to lie with her palms flat to the top, one cheek
pressed down.

Now that she can’t see his face, Richard’s mouth is twitching. I flash brows at him.

Go on then…

He speaks. “Charlotte, hitch your skirt up over your waist.”

Her position is awkward for what he’s asking. Nonetheless, she slides hands behind herself, tugging up
her skirt. It hitches up in several installments, each tug raising it to reveal an inch or so more of thigh,
then buttock. As her pussy is exposed, her perfume billows up.

Richard tosses his head back, inhaling. “Good girl, Charlotte. Your Master and I will see that you
receive the reward for your obedience…”

I cut in, meeting Richard’s eye. “But not until later.” He grins, then smothers his smile before she sees
it.

I toe at her ankles. “Legs wider, Charlotte. I’ll be giving you to Richard later. He wants to see what he
will be enjoying.”



He drops me a wink, then stands, scraping back his seat with an unnecessary amount of noise.
Charlotte’s face turned away, she can’t see him walk to the grocery cupboard, but she surely hears the
clip of his shoes on the tiles, the click of the door opening and closing.

“Olive oil, James?”

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Richard.”

I move to also stand away from her line of sight as he passes me the bottle. Pouring a little into my
palm, I hold my hands close by her ear, but still behind her. Rubbing my hands together, I spread the oil
over my skin, squeezing it between my fingers with a squishing sound. She starts to turn her head…

“Did I give you permission to move?”

She drops her face back to the tabletop. “No, Master.”

I continue my ‘hand-washing’ for a few seconds more, then rub the oil over the plug, again, holding my
hands close to her face, making the sound louder than necessary. “Move your hands. Grip the edge of
the table.”

She’s trembling; actually quivering. Her pussy is flushing redder than her face and her slit glistens.

I award myself ten Dom Points…

Not laid a finger on her…

… Yet…

Richard is sitting back in his seat again, eyes dancing. Charlotte’s condition is as obvious to him as to
me: her arousal, her heightened senses, her anticipation…

… How far can I wind her up?



Nodding him to her rear end, I move around the table, back into Charlotte’s field of vision, displaying
the oiled plug. “You will wear this today...”

“Today?” She slants her gaze up to me. “Today? All day?”

“Yes, all day…”

She jolts, starting to rise… Behind her, Richard’s arm is moving. I think he’s stroking her labia… But I
slam a hand down to her wrists, pinning her to the table. “You were not invited to move.” I show her the
plug again…

*****

 

Charlotte

Behind me, hands are peeling apart my butt cheeks, opening me. Something chilly presses at my rear
entrance.

Leaning over me, close by my face, my Master speaks, his voice hissing, the hardness of his groin
pressing to my hip. “I think we’ll explore all the options on this occasion, shall we.”

Something cool and fluid splashes at me, trickling between my buttocks. Fingers probe, then rub,
lubricating delicate skin. Briefly, a chill finger enters me, then withdraws.

My Master’s arm swivels at the shoulder, flexes at the wrist, and inexorably, something pushes at me to
the rear. “On our last occasion downstairs,” he says, “I thought Richard’s gift rather suited you. I’ve
never really favoured butt-plugs as jewellery, but perhaps I was mistaken.”



The plug twists behind me, pressing ever inward. Slowly it penetrates, opening me ever further, and I
fling my mouth wide, my breath coming in short snatches…

“…When you’ve worn that for a while,” murmurs my Master, “You’ll be ready for any and all of us to
take you… There, and anywhere else we wish to…”

… until, with a final twist, the plug settles into place… leaving me with that odd filled sensation…

Richard curves around to inspect the result. “Yes, looks good. Green is definitely your colour. But
James, while that’s all well and good, she’s empty elsewhere until we get around to fucking her
properly.”

“That will not be a problem…”

“… Charlotte, you will wear this today and you will not remove it. This evening, as I say, I will be giving
you to Richard. He expects to find you in a suitable condition and ready for him.”

“This evening?” There’s a plaintive edge to her voice. “That’s hours away.”

“Yes, hours. I do not believe it is too much for me to expect your obedience for a few hours. In fact, you
may practice patience and obedience. I will be checking that the plug is in place during the day. And, if
there is any doubt in your mind, you may not touch yourself before then. Richard will have the pleasure
of removing it from you. Perhaps then he will wish to fuck you after that. But that will be his decision.
He may prefer to come in your mouth.”

Richard, his voice level. “Perhaps I should ask Elizabeth?”

“Perhaps you should,” I agree. “So, Charlotte, you understand your instructions for the day?”

“Yes, Master… Master?



“Charlotte?”

“Um… Can I have my panties back?”

“I don’t need to repeat myself, Charlotte. You won’t need them today. We’re not expecting visitors. And
Richard and I will both check at intervals that you have obeyed your instructions.

*****

 

James

“When did you last check her?

“About an hour ago. Time for another would you say?”

“I think so. I’ll do it now. You take a turn…” I check my watch… “Say threeish… Keep her on the
simmer…”

“It’s certainly doing that. Stopping her from dwelling on anything else too.”

“True. Shame we can’t do the same for Mitch.”

“Hardly an option.”

“No, it isn’t.”

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