I settled into the comfortable leather chair and pulled Amy down to sit in my lap. Her bound hands pressing into my abdomen between us. She sat stiffly for a moment, then shifted a bit and relaxed. At the moment nothing really being required of her.

Lynn found her tongue. "What the hell is going on here?" The two nudes probably had shaken her.

Janet's voice came from the chair, "Lynn, he's got us under his control. If you don't want to get hurt, you might want to consider listening to him." She sounded scared. I guess that was understandable considering that I'd just walked in like I owned the place with two nude girls in tow, like I owned them as well. I doubted very much whether either lawyer was keen on being owned.

I spoke up. "Actually, I'm just an observer. That girl there. I pointed.  You may call her Mistress Christi, will be giving you your marching orders. I'd suggest that you take her seriously. Just because she's naked and you ain't doesn't mean that you should ignore her. Got it. This naked wench in my lap, you can refer to as Slave Amy."

I felt Amy blush as I introduced her. Both lawyers mutely nodded.

Christi walked around the office, inspecting the furniture. The decor. And finally the women, tied up. Lynn had her eyes closed. Christi began to work at the quick but secure knots that I had tied. Quickly freeing the woman.

"On your knees."

"Please don't do this." The lawyer climbed from her prone position to kneel.

"I want you to crawl around the office. Twice. If you don't move fast enough, I'll give you a swat with this crop." She showed Lynn the crop.

"Oh my God. Please."

Christi came forward and gave Lynn a light stroke across the ass. The woman fell to her hands and knees and began to crawl. I have to admit, I was getting excited watching Christi, naked, forcing this woman to crawl in her business suit. Quite a contrast. Janet looked on in horror.

My hands began to lightly caress the bare body sitting in my lap. Amy squirmed a bit at first but decided that she had better let me do as I wanted if she didn't want punishment. She finally sat still and just closed her eyes letting my fingers lightly touch her bare body.

Christi had given the crawling, miserable woman at least four strikes with the crop before she finished the second circuit of the room. I had watched, with a small smile on my face as I watched her hand steal to her crotch as she followed the poor lawyer about the room.

Finally, she finished and allowed the woman to stop crawling.

"Okay. On your feet."

"Please." Lynn was breathing hard.

"Strip."

"Oh please no."

Christi walked over to Janet tied to the chair. She had learned a lot from me. Don't threaten the primary subject unless you want to punish her.

"Strip or every minute Janet gets another cropping."

Christi had no watch, not being allowed even jewelry, but I glanced at mine. Christi swung the crop, hitting Janet across the cheek, not particularly hard.  But the face is a terrible place to get cropped. Janet screamed mostly in surprise I suspect. The blow wasn't that hard, though a red mark across
the cheek resulted. I was surprised that Christi would hit her in the face like that.

"Ahhhh. No. Not my face. Please, Lynn do what she says."

She had learned. Isolate the weaker of the two. Threaten her. The stronger one would take lashes until doomsday, but will generally break down if the weaker one is threatened. If your intent is to punish someone long and hard, then threaten the stronger one. I learned that with Jane and Elaine early on.

Lynn glared at Christi, and began to take off her suit. Jacket first.

"Did he make you do this?"

"If I told you, would you believe me?" Christi asked the disrobing woman.

"Please don't make me do this." The jacket fell to the floor.

"Shoes next." Lynn kicked off her shoes. "Nylons or pantyhose?"

Lynn looked bewildered.

"Are you wearing nylons or pantyhose?"

"Nylons."

"Off."

Lynn reached down and pulled the thin socks off her feet. Standing barefoot in the middle of her office. Her face began to flush.

"Continue."

"All of it?"

"Yeah, so you are as naked as me. I don't like my slaves to have more clothes than I do."

"Please lady. You're a woman. Obviously he's controlling you. Come on. Don't make me do this. Did you want to strip the first time he made you?"

"I was naked when he took me. And use Mistress." I felt Amy shudder as she remembered her initial humiliation when I had made her strip for me.

"Huh?"

"Mistress, address me as Mistress instead of lady. Okay?"

"Okay. But please don't make me take off my clothes. Give me some dignity."

"Why?"

"You are a woman and you are asking me why?" She was incredulous.

"Come on, strip." She brought the crop down cruelly across Janet's chin.

"Oh God. Please stop hitting her. I'm taking my clothes off. Please."

She began to remove her clothes. Pants first. Then blouse. The typical begging when she hit the bra/panties deal, but they eventually fell from her body, Janet taking another stroke to the tip of her nose. Lynn was  quite attractive. Nice figure. Nice legs. Nice breasts.

Both women were now crying. I watched as Christi felt between her own legs again and shivered at her own touch. I was remembering the first time I saw Christi. Naked and masturbating. When I took her. Maybe I'll make her do that in front of me again sometime.

"Crawl for me again."

"Please. I've already crawled. Not again."

Christi raised the crop and simply pressed it against Janet's face. Crying, Lynn fell to her bare knees and fell forward. I watched, rapt, as the crying female was forced to crawl around the room again. Her bare ass swinging, her breasts hanging below her body, swaying with her uncomfortable gait.

Janet watched in horror, as her now nude friend was forced to crawl. Tears in her eyes.

After Lynn had made her round of the room, Christi swept all the paper and pictures off the cluttered desk.

"Come here."

"Please no more." But Lynn crawled over to the desk.

"Lie across it. Face up."

Christi looked at me with pleading in her eyes.

"Sir, can I please use Amy?"

I considered. The naked girl in my lap shook her head wildly. I lifted the girl off my lap to stand in front of me. Meanwhile, Lynn was climbing onto the desk, lying quietly hands at her sides.

I had Amy turn around and I unlocked one wrist. I put her hands in front of her and relocked her wrists together. She squirmed a bit, but knew she really had no choice. I pointed to Christi and Amy meekly walked over to where she was standing.

"Amy, you know how to tie knots?"

"My hands are cuffed. But yes."

"Sir, her hands?"

"Stay bound."

"Can you tie a knot with your hands cuffed?"

She shook her head.

"Amy," I said, "remember the coffee table?" Terrified, she mutely nodded. "Do you want me to punish you for not cooperating?"

She gulped and looked back at the blonde mistress. "I'll try. I'll try my best."

Christi handed her some rope. "Tie Lynn to the desk. Okay? I'll fix whatever you can't do."

Tears began to form in Amy's eyes, but she bravely walked over to the desk and began to tie the nude lawyer to her desk as best she could.

"Please let me go."

Christi just looked at the scared woman.

"Janet. I'm going to cut your clothing off now. I need you to cooperate or you might get cut. These scissors are sharp. Okay?"

Janet wailed. "Please no. Please."

Christi just moved forward with the scissors.

"Oh God. Please no. I'll strip for you. Please don't cut my clothes off."

I suspect that the woman realized that if her clothes were cut off her, then she wouldn't have anything. She would be naked and not even have anything to put back on. Assuming she was ever allowed clothing again. She would be completely stripped and not just her clothes.

Janet squirmed a bit, but Christi carefully cut the clothing from her body, starting at the top and working her way down. Finally, Janet sat quietly, resigned that she couldn't do anything about this indignity and
simply let Christi remove it. She even raised herself off the seat to let Christi remove skirt and panties.

By this time Amy had completed tying Lynn to the desk. Lynn pulled against the bonds but Amy had actually done a passable job, even with her own hands bound. After she was done tying up the other woman, she walked back over to me. I motioned for her to sit at my feet. She daintily curled herself up and sat quietly at my feet watching the events in front of us.

Christi wandered over to me, and bent to my ear. She whispered to me, "I'm not sure what to do now. I'm used to having you direct me."

"You want me to tell you what to do with these women?"

"I don't quite know how to say this, but yes. I want to dominate them. I want to hurt them. But, I feel so guilty doing it."

I ran my fingers through her vaginal lips. She was sopping wet. She gasped at the touch.

"This is turning you on, isn't it."

She turned a little red, but nodded.

"Okay, if I was you, I'd force Janet to make love to Lynn in front of you.  Neither one is going to want to do it, but Lynn will probably resist more. For me, I'd break Lynn using the crop on her. She looks fun to punish.  Make her beg to have Janet between her legs. Janet won't last long watching her friend tortured."

"Oh God. You mean like what you just did to me and Jane? Hit her until she orgasms?" Just the thought of it was making Christi shake.

"Something like that. But it's up to you. Be creative. This is probably your only chance. You're the mistress."

Christi gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then walked back beside the bound woman in the chair.

She looked at the shaking woman. "Janet, have you ever made love to a woman before?"

"Oh God. Please no. I'm straight. Never. I can't. Please don't make me make love to you. God. Please."

"Relax. I'm not going to make you make love to me. Not yet anyway."

"Oh thank-you."

"But, I do want to see you make love to Lynn."

Lynn, outraged, yelled, "Never. Don't let her Janet."

Christi leveled a glare at the bound woman. "Who asked you?"

"Never. She'll resist you. I'll resist you."

Christi walked over to Lynn. This was playing right into her hands. She reached down and ran her fingernail over Lynn's bare right nipple. Lynn squirmed.

"You don't like women touching your body?"

Lynn just moaned and pulled against the ropes holding her. For my part, I was surprised that Christi had done that. She had always seemed so opposed to lesbian contact, apart from touching her own body. And I wouldn't count that as lesbian contact. Simple masturbation. I guess, she was willing to
do it to further her own ends.

"Your body likes it." Her right nipple had risen to attention.

"Goddamn you. You damn well know that they react to any touch."

"So you won't enjoy Janet? Hmmmm?"

"Of course not. I'm not like you. I'm straight."

Christi slapped her face and leaned in and hissed in her face.

"You are the only gender *he'll* let me have. I wanted a guy."

Lynn, frightened, began to realize the position she was in. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean ..." It was beginning to dawn on her that maybe I was controlling this, but she maybe shouldn't be pissing off Christi either.

"Beg to let Janet fuck you."

"You are crazy. Never."

Christi wandered back to the pack and fished out a ball gag, returning to Lynn. She pressed it against her mouth but Lynn wouldn't open it. Like with Dave, Christi had already figured out how to get a person to open their mouth. I watched in fascination as this woman calmly reached out and began caressing Lynn's nipple. Lynn stiffened but refused to open her mouth. Suddenly, I watched as Christi's nails dug into the base of Lynn's nipple, cruelly twisting it. Lynn let out a surprised yelp and as she
opened her mouth, Christi slipped the ball behind her teeth, silencing her. She quickly tied off the gag while Lynn struggled to push it out of her mouth with her tongue. Unsuccessfully.

Christi walked around the bound woman, and finally ended up beside her.

"Now, where shall I hit her?"

Lynn's eyes widened and tried to say something around the gag.

Janet spoke up from her chair. "Please don't hurt her. I'll do what you want. I'll make l-love to her. Just don't hurt her. It isn't necessary."

Christi looked at Janet. "Janet, I am going to hurt her. Nothing you can do about that." She pointing with the crop. "Her thighs, her stomach, or her breasts. You choose."

"Excuse me?"

"Where shall I hit her with this thing? Her thighs, her stomach or her breasts?"

Lynn was really pulling against the ropes.

Janet collapsed crying. "God. Please. I can't choose that. Please don't hurt her." She'd felt light blows on her face earlier. She knew exactly how much it was going to hurt in any of those places.

"Choose."

"Please. God. No."

"Never mind. I'll choose the breasts."

"Oh God. Please no. Not there. She'll die if you hit her there. Do you have any idea how much that is going to hurt?"

Christi remarked, "Actually, I've never felt this thing." But I could see on her face that she remembered seeing Jane feel it against her breasts. Twice.

"Please, it will kill her. Hit her thighs. Please. Hit her thighs."

"You had your chance to choose and you wouldn't."

Muffled cries from Lynn.

"Please. Don't hit her breasts."

"Beg."

"What?"

"Beg to be allowed to choose where I hit her."

"Oh my God. All right. Please let me choose where to hit her. God. Please."

"Where."

"Her thighs. Please hit her thighs. Not her tits."

Christi raised the evil whip and Janet braced herself even though she wasn't the one about to hurt like hell had descended on her. Christi dropped the crop hard against Lynn's bound thighs. I heard the scream right through the gag. Tears welled up in Lynn's eyes, but they still looked so defiant.  Christi was going to have to have a lot of resolve to break this woman. Janet was already broken.

Christi allowed the bound, gagged woman to settle down. She looked at Janet tied securely in the chair.

"I'm going to whip your friend here. Ten times, alternating from thighs to stomach to breasts. Once every minute. Now, I want you to count for me. I lose track easily. If you forget, we start again. Understand."

"Oh God. Please no. You'll kill her. Please you don't have to hurt her. She'll do what you want. I can't watch this."

Muffled protests from Lynn. Lynn shaking her head.

Christi, brought the crop down on Lynn's stomach. Even I could tell that it wasn't a light stroke. Lynn screamed through her gag as a red welt formed across her bare stomach. She convulsed straining every muscle to get free and protect herself. The ropes held. I thought to myself, better save your strength lady if she's going to whip your breasts as well.

Janet, sobbing in her chair just watched out of dull eyes.

Christi, almost talking to herself, "Hmmmm. I lost track." She brought the crop down again, this time hard against the bottom of both Lynn's ample breasts. The woman beneath the crop screamed behind the gag, trying to move away. Anything to stop the pain. I could hear her begin to beg behind the ball. Tears falling without shame from her eyes.

Janet snapped back to reality, remembering that she was supposed to count. Through her crying she managed to choke out, "Oh God. Please. I can't do this.  One. Christ. One. Please stop hitting her."

A minute passed, Lynn finally had settled down, the initial pain in her breasts fading a little.

Christi brought the crop down again. This time on Lynn's thighs. Another wail muffled by the gag.

Janet, completely defeated just mumbled, "Two."

For the next eight minutes this went on. Lynn screaming, welts appearing on her body as the crop fell. Christi wasn't pulling the strength behind the strokes. I was almost thinking that Lynn was going to pass out from the pain. Especially when the crop fell on her bare breasts. She wasn't nearly as strong as Jane.

Janet's voice fell into a defeated monotone. Crying and counting as the blows rained down on Lynn's bare body. Once every minute or so.

Finally, Janet, almost choking on her tears, pleading. "Please no more. She can't take any more. God. Please. I'll do anything you want."

Christi reached forward and released the gag from Lynn's mouth. She just lay there sucking in air. Gasping.

Christi spoke to Lynn. "I know it hurts. But you have to bear with me. Just two more. I don't think Janet can count anymore." She was just hanging in her bonds sobbing. "I'll give you the choice on one of the last two. But you have to count. Don't miss, or I'll have to start all over. I lose track easily."

"Oh God. Please no. I can't take anymore. My body. I'll do whatever you want. Just no more with that thing. It hurts so much."

"I know. Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where do you want the ninth?"

"Oh God. You can't make me choose."

"I can make you beg, if you'd prefer."

"Oh God. Please no more."

"Where?"

"Please. My thighs. Hit me there if you must." She picked the part of her body where it would hurt the least. I wasn't too surprised.

Christi brought the crop down extra hard against her thighs, crossing the red welts that were already there.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. I want to die. Please. God. No more. Please have mercy. It hurts so much. Argh."

Christi, I have to give her credit, just looked at the shaken woman. Giving her a chance. I wouldn't have given her that second chance. Finally, Lynn opened her eyes and realized.

"Oh shit. Nine. Please don't start over. I can't take that. Please god. Make her stop. Nine. Please." Pitifully begging.

Christi just smiled and said, "About time. You almost earned yourself another ten."

"Oh good god. I'd die. I couldn't take that. Thank-you. Thank-you." Lynn realized just how close she had come.

"Now, my choice for the last one."

"Please not the tits. I can't take that. God, have mercy. Please no more."

"The nipples. I think that looks like a good target." I had noticed earlier that she'd purposely just hit the flesh of Lynn's breasts before this.  Avoiding the nipples.

"Oh God. No. I'll do what you want. I'll have sex with Janet. I'll enjoy it.  I'll crawl forever for you. You can hit me ten times on the thighs or stomach.  The ass. Anything. But not on the nipples. Have mercy. You have nipples. Please. You must know how much that will hurt. Please. God. Jesus.
Nooooo."

Christi raised the crop and carefully aimed at the nipples. Lynn had no choice but to lie there and take the stroke.

"Ahhhhhh. Argh. You bitch. I'll kill you. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Please, god. Make her stop. Please. You must have torn them from my tits. Shit. That HURTS.  Oh Christ, my tits."

Lynn collapsed into moaning. If her hands were free she would have been cradling her breasts. As it was she could only lay back and let the pain from her nipples wash over her, moaning, and sobbing.

Christi settled herself back into the leather chair. And waited for the pain to begin to settle to a tolerable level. The bound woman now quietly sobbing, unable to comfort herself.

Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke. "You ready for more?"

"Please. I'll do anything. Just stop hitting me. I'll crawl for you."

"You'll make love for me?"

"Yes. Please don't make me do that. I'll have sex with Janet." She babbled.

"Beg to have sex with Janet."

"Good Christ. Please let me have sex with Janet. Forgive me. Please let her fuck me. You bitch. You whore. I'll do it. Just no more on the tits."

"You'll enjoy it."

"No, I won't fucking enjoy it."

"You better figure out how, because if I don't see a pretty convincing orgasm, I'll just starting hitting your breasts again until you do."

"You are a monster. I can't climax. Don't ask me to. Please."

"If you are going to fake it, it had better be good."

"Please don't make me ... us ... do this."

"You'll have five minutes. You don't orgasm by then, I'll just start having to convince you."

"Please no more. I can't take any more. I hurt."

Christi had walked over to Janet and begun to untie her. Not her wrists, but she released the ropes holding her to the chair and her ankles.  Forcing her to her feet. Janet resisted a bit, but allowed herself to be guided to the end of the desk.

"Please don't make me do this," she looked to me for help.

"Out of my hands," I just shrugged.

I bent down to Amy and whispered in her ear. She jumped. I think that she had thought that I had forgotten about her. "You ever give head?"

She looked up at me, pleading in her eyes. "Please don't make me get involved. I'm not a lesbian. Please."

Cruelly, "You certainly came hard enough when Christi was licking you."

"God. Please."

"I'm not asking if you've given a woman oral sex. A guy. Your boyfriend?"

A bit confused, she nodded.

"Any good at it?"

She shrugged.

I stood up and lowered my pants just enough to let myself fall free. Amy's eyes widened.

"Please no."

"Would you rather go play with Christi?"

"Please. I'll suck you." Pulling against her cuffed wrists.

I sat back down and Amy, resigned climbed to her knees and settled between my legs. I felt her soft lips as they engulfed my penis. Her tongue gently caressing the sensitive organ. Tears falling from her eyes.

Christi glanced over and saw what was going on. I thought I saw her give me a surprised and hurt look, but continued getting the lawyers ready to have sex.

I whispered to Amy, "Not too fast. I don't want to come yet. Just get me ready." She mumbled something that felt amazing around the cock in her mouth, but slowed down the pace just slowly bobbing her mouth up and down on me. She looked up at my face, tears running down her face, and
pleaded with her eyes as she ran her mouth down the length of me again.  I ignored the begging of the woman in my lap and I watched the scene in front of me and enjoyed the sensations that her soft mouth imparted however unwillingly.

Lynn was begging Christi to stop the scene.

"Please, Lady ... er ... Mistress, please don't make her do this."

Janet lowered her head and tentatively stuck out her tongue, running it up Lynn's outer lips. Grimacing.

"Look like you are enjoying it."

"Please."

Christi, without warning brought the crop down against Lynn's sore breasts again. Just above the nipples.

"Ahhhhhh. Christ. Okay. Please. No more. My tits. Oh Christ. My tits."

Lynn closed her eyes and began to move her body as much as the ropes would let her. Pretending to moan. Grinding her body against Janet's tongue.

Christi, moved to the foot of the table and gave Janet a stripe across her back. Janet screamed in pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. OwOwowowowwo. Oh God. Please. I'm doing what you want. Please don't hit me. God. Please. I'll do it better."

She bent down and began using her tongue with a little more enthusiasm. Lynn moaning in pain and trying to pretend she liked it.

Christi moved back to Lynn's breasts and without saying a word, brought the thing down, catching the left nipple and the right breast.

The convulsion of Lynn almost knocked Janet away, but she managed to stay on her knees and continue her task.

"Ahhhhhh. Jesus. What the hell was that for? Oh God. My breasts. Hurt. Please no more. I'll do what you want. Anything."

Christi looked down at the tortured woman and simple said, "Enjoy Janet. Have fun. When you orgasm, I'll leave you be."

"How can you expect me to orgasm with you hitting my tits? They hurt.  I'm in pain. Please."

"Concentrate."

I have no idea what she concentrated on, but she was soon moaning with realistic sounds. Eyes closed. Janet continued to work on her friend, trying to ignore what she was being forced to do. Hands roped behind her back. Naked, on her knees. Moaning a bit herself.

Christi, satisfied with the performance, began to run her own fingers lightly between the light hair between her own legs. Eyes intently watching the forced sex in front of her.

The lips and tongue of the bound girl in front of me, causing me to lose attention. I lifted her head, gently by the hair, trying not to hurt her. "Slower, okay?"

Tears streaked her face. She nodded and lowered her head again to take me back into her mouth.

Finally, I watched as Lynn began to tense in her ropes. As her body crashed through the climax, she cried out and pulled against the ropes. Shaking.  If it was faked, it was a really good fake.

When she was done, Christi allowed Janet to pull away from her friend and kneel quietly on the floor. Both women crying softly.

Christi walked over to me, a smile on her face. It faded a bit seeing  Amy giving me head, but she leaned close.

"You finished with them?"

"I guess. I'm at a loss at what else to subject them to."

"That's okay. I think you've put them through enough."

"Time to go?"

"One more thing."

"What?"

"Masturbate."

"What?"

"Lie down on the floor and masturbate for me."

"Please no. Not in front of everyone."

"Christi."

"God. Okay."

She lay back on the carpet, right in front of Janet's kneeling body and began to run her hands up and down her own body. Pinching at her nipples, running her hands through her light pubic hair. It looked a bit mechanical to me.

"Christi."

She opened her eyes. "You know how you just made Lynn enjoy herself?"

"Yes."

"If you don't do this right, I'll have you up on that desk and I'll let her whip you until you masturbate properly. I'm making a wild guess that Lynn would love to get even for that thrashing you gave her."

"Please no."

"Continue."

This time, she realized the danger she was in. She began to really get into it. Closed her eyes again and began to react to her own long fingers softly caressing herself. Remembering the torment of Lynn. Finally, pressing her fingers into herself. Touching her clitoris, moaning. Finally crying out, spent. Her body tensing. Spasming. Climaxing in front of me and the women she had just tormented. Crying afterwards.

I gently pulled Amy's head away from my penis, letting her finally sit down curled up at my feet.

Without me even asking her, Christi crawled forward and took Amy's place. Still crying softly and breathing hard from her climax. Her soft mouth engulfing me.  Her hands lightly stroking, playing with me. I was ready and within minutes of her attention, she felt me press her head down, my penis slipping into her throat, spasming. I let my come fall into her mouth and throat; her swallowing frantically. Finally, spent, I released her blonde hair allowing her to rise.

Smiling, she licked her lips and rose to pad naked around the room, gathered the ropes, gags and other playthings into the pack.

She approached me with a pair of handcuffs, turning her back and holding her wrists behind her. I slipped the handcuffs on her.

I concentrated on the time continuum and released Janet and Lynn from our timeline. They snapped back to their original positions. Not tortured. Not naked. Not crying in humiliation and shame. Having no idea of what they were forced to do while time stood still.

I gathered up Christi, still breathing hard. Had her carry the pack. Catching Amy's arm, we all walked out of Lynn's office. The two nude beauties walking quietly and comfortably down the stairs back out the world below.

I was considering my next adventure while the barefoot girls continued up ahead.

The two girls and I eventually arrived back at the hotel. I watched the beauties as they climbed the fire stairs ahead of me. I quieted the chatter from the bound girls as we entered the room. We had been gone a long time, and Liz's head had fallen forward onto her chest, quietly sleeping in her chair. Her wrists and ankles stopping her from falling out of it.

Putting my finger to my lips, I motioned Christi and Amy to sit on the couch and not disturb Liz. I flicked off the TV and VCR which were still playing some scenes from the bondage flick. As I turned it off, a woman was hanging by her ankles in a barn. Another woman was approaching, but that scene winked out as I pressed the stop button on the VCR. I idly wondered how many times Liz had had to watch the movie before falling asleep.

I walked back to the bedroom where I'd left Jane bound to the bed. I quietly opened the door and stepped in. Old habit, I caught myself almost knocking on the door before I entered. I smiled to myself as I lowered my hand. What? I was going to give her a chance to get decent? A chance to ask me not to come in? That she was dressing? In the end, I simply walked in. Jane didn't have those kinds of freedoms any more. She was just my naked slave, currently bound hand and foot to the bed.

As I entered, and shut the door, I watched her. She was still asleep. I watched her eyes, moving rapidly beneath their lids. Probably dreaming. A tear formed and slowly slid down her cheek, her wrists and ankles pulling weakly against the ropes in her sleep.

I watched her for a few minutes, then moved over to the bed and sat beside her nude form. I began to gently untie her ankles. I must have woken her, because as I turned away from her bare feet, to begin to untie her hands, she had her eyes open watching me. I continued and soon the ropes had been removed from her wrists and ankles, indents still visible against her pale skin. She held her position voluntarily. Not quite sure if she would be punished for lowering her hands and bringing her legs together. I could see in her eyes, that she really wanted to collapse herself from the spread-eagle position, but she held it. She lay there quietly, waiting for me to speak.

"Had a nice sleep?" I asked her kindly.

"I guess. Would have been better without the ropes."

"You were dreaming."

"I was?"

"Yeah, you were crying in your sleep. Pulling against the ropes."

"You'd cry and pull against the ropes too if you were in my position."

"What were you dreaming about?"

I could see it in her eyes. A quick darting of the eyes. She was lying as she said, "I don't recall."

"Jane. You're lying. What were you dreaming about?"

"Please. I can't tell you."

I picked up the crop that was still sitting on the bedside table. Idly smacked it against my palm. Even that hurt my hand, I couldn't imagine the agony of this thing hitting bare breasts.

"Oh God. Please."

"Your dream."

"What will you do to me if I don't tell you."

"Jane. You don't want to know this. It would be a lot easier to tell me about your dream."

"Please."

"Alright. I'll force you to hold this spread eagle position, without the benefit of ropes, and start to whip your thighs, hard, until you beg me to tell me about your dream. And God help you if you forget."

"I only remember bits and pieces. I remember that my sister was whipping me.  You forced her to whip me. I think I was tied to a tree. I was so hot and I was so embarrassed. Begging for you to fuck me. Begging for her to fuck me. Anything to stop the pain. But you wouldn't let me go. You wouldn't
let me come. Nothing. Please. I can't remember anything else."

"Quite a vivid dream."

"I only wish it will stay a dream. Please don't make me act it out outside of my dream. Please. Leave my family alone. You can tie me to a tree. Whip me, forever. Tease me. I don't care. Just please. Not my sister. Please."

She was smart enough to know that this dream may give me ideas. But she didn't change it. She could have reasonably changed the sister detail and I would never have known. I reached down between her legs and ran my finger up between the outer lips. She tensed and gasped softly as my finger traced
over her clitoris. But she didn't move. She was extremely wet. Her face flushed as she realized that I could tell that her body was betraying her again.

"Janey, I promised not to involve your family anymore. Unless you don't hold up your end of the bargain. You have been a good girl, mostly, so far.  Don't worry about it. By the way, you don't have to hold that position for me, you know. Though it does look nice."

Relief. She pulled her reaching hands down to her sides and slowly moved her legs to a more comfortable position. I could see the effort on her face as she curled herself up and shifted onto her side to look at me. She'd been forced to hold the spread-eagled position for a long time. I guess her
muscles had cramped a bit or something.

"Where did you go?"

"Go?"

"I woke up sometime, a few hours ago, I guess. And you weren't around. I tried calling out, and heard Liz from the living room telling me that you took Christi and Amy and went out. That you'd be back soon to untie us."

"I see. We went for some fun with lawyers."

Jane looked at me. "Female lawyers, I'll bet. Did they have fun?"

"I don't think so. But I also don't think that they will remember anything about it."

"You returned them?"

I nodded.

"Good."

"Well, time to get up. Christi and Amy are tired, so I thought that you and I could go have some fun."

Jane sighed but stretched her body and moved it around to sit on the bed. She closed her eyes and stood. I showed her the handcuffs.

"Please. No. I swear I won't do anything. I'll be good. I don't need to be bound. I won't attack you. I ... please ... I've been tied up so long."

"Jane. I won't tighten them. You'll be comfortable enough."

"Oh God. Please no. You don't have to."

I turned the bare girl to face me. Looked into her face.

"Jane. I know I don't have to. I know that you will behave yourself. It isn't that."

"No?"

"No. I just like to see you, naked and handcuffed."

"Alright. You are going to do as you please anyway. Just not tight.  OK? Please?"

"Turn around."

Jane slowly turned her back to me. I watched as she tensed, but held her wrists behind her back. I didn't quite know why she was resisting this time. But eventually she obeyed. I slipped the steel bands around her slender wrists and ratcheted them closed. Not tightly, but securely. I prodded her in the ribs and got her moving forwards ahead of me. She walked slowly out into the living room. She had been alone for so long, perhaps she was beginning to feel self-conscious about her nudity again. After this long I would have expected her to be pretty used to being nude. But, then again, I've never been in such a position. I really don't have any idea how these girls would feel being in their position.

We made it out to the living area where the other girls were sitting quietly. Liz was still asleep in the chair I'd bound her in.

I left Jane standing in the hallway and walked over to Liz. I gently shook her until she opened her eyes. She balefully looked at me and tried to move. The bonds held her bare body still and she just groaned. I walked back to Jane and announced to the other women,

"Jane and I are going out for a while. You'll all be OK?"

Liz spoke up. "Can I please released from this chair. I'm getting sore."

Jane leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Please. I know what it is like to be tied up in the same position for hours. Your muscles start cramping and aching. It is so uncomfortable. Her body was meant to move around. Not bound into the same position for hours. Not being able to shift your weight. Unless you are purposely punishing her for something ..."  Jane gave me a quick peck on the cheek, standing on her tiptoes.

I relented. I walked to where Liz was sitting and checked behind her chair.  Her hands were still cuffed behind her, though I had run a rope holding her wrists down to the bottom of the chair.

I turned to Christi and Amy, sitting quietly on the couch.

"How about if I let you two release her?"

"But our hands." Christi moved her hands to the side, still handcuffed behind her back to show me the problem.

"Yeah, so it will be a challenge. It will give you something to do, while were gone. I'll let you untie Liz, if you can. Fair enough?" Between the two of them, they ought to be able to get her free of the chair. Even with their hands bound behind their backs. If not, I guess Liz would be uncomfortable for the next few hours.

I wandered back to Jane, handed her the pack of bondage equipment into her bound fingers, and placing my hand on her bare arm, guided her out of the suite, past Amy's mostly frozen father and into the hallway.

As soon as we stepped out into the sunshine, Jane brightened considerably and we began walking. I didn't have a particular destination in mind, but I wanted to find a shopping concourse. Most of the buildings downtown had such malls underneath them.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Jane slowed down and ended up walking beside me. She looked up at me, "Please, can we talk while we walk?"

I just nodded. I didn't like to talk to the girls every time they wanted to; it kept them off balance. But this time I made an exception.

"What's up?"

"Can I ask how long you are going to keep this up?"

"What?"

"How long I'm going to be your slave? The others?"

"Until I'm tired of you."

She changed tacks. "Where are we going?"

"If I told you that, then you wouldn't be surprised, now would you?"

"I don't like surprises. Especially, yours."

"You don't have a choice."

"I know, I'm just a dumb slave. I don't count. Why do you like to treat women like this? We are people too, you know."

"In this reality, actually you aren't. You are whatever I want you to be.  Because if you don't I can force you to. And I can't get caught. There's no authority but me to appeal to."

"Oh God. Are you ever going to let us wear clothes again? Not make us wear these things?" She rattled the chain on her handcuffs.

"Probably not."

"Oh God. So the whole of the female species are essentially your slaves. No  choice."

I nodded.

"Why do you get off on hurting us?"

"Why do you get hot when I hurt you?"

Tears formed briefly, but I watched as she willed them away. Wasn't often that she was allowed to talk to me when she wasn't begging for something. Better not to waste it with tears.

"I-I don't know. My body betrays me. You know that in my head I hate it."

"I know. Well, maybe my mind feels a little guilty about subjugating girls the way I am. But I also know that my body really likes it. It's weird. In a way, its worse for me. I choose to do the monstrous things I do. I direct it. You don't have a choice. I force you to do everything. If you enjoy it, it's just a side effect. You didn't exactly go out and ask me to whip and torment you."

She lapsed into silence. And we just walked together. Her naked and in cuffs. Me, fully clothed and relaxed.

"She likes you, you know?"

"Huh?" The change of conversation completely threw me. Females like to change direction without warning. Something I noticed far before I began the time experiments. Nothing, not even becoming a naked sex slave could cure the female of the species of this trait. I guess I'll just have to live with it.

"Christi. She really likes you. I have no idea why. The way you force her to do so many degrading things. But she is beginning to fall for you."

"What? You have to be joking." Actually, I had kind of noticed the jealous way she had begun to look at me, and other little things. I had no doubt that Jane was telling me the truth. She was a perceptive little one.

"She told me, this morning. When we got up. We talked for quite some time before we decided to untie me to make breakfast. She told me then."

I was at a loss. I just swallowed.

Jane continued. "You should really release her, you know. It's one thing to mess with our bodies. Keep us naked. In chains. Degrade us for your pleasure.  I know she doesn't enjoy that. I don't think any of us do. But you are beginning to mess with her emotions. I can't believe that you care about any of us. We are just naked, obedient, little slave girls to you.  Christi included. And if you can't, or won't return any of the love that she is about to give to you, then you ought to release her. That is far crueler than tying me up and beating my boobs for hours. Even though that has cost me part of myself, you are causing her to fall in love with her tormentor.  Makes no sense to me, but love is a strange thing sometimes. If you'd told me that my body would like pain in a sexual way a day ago, I would have
laughed my ass off. Now, I'm crying, struggling with the reality of it. It's her mind you are going to cause pain. Not playing fair. Please."

"I'll think about it. Okay?"

There was moisture in her eyes, and I pressed my finger to her lips. She obediently shushed and walked along beside me in silence.

Finally, I turned into an underground mall. Full of frozen shoppers. Jane obediently followed me in. We walked the length of the concourse, me watching the shoppers. Jane just walking along beside me.

In the middle of the concourse, I spotted three young women. Professionals.  Maybe out to buy coffee and muffins. Who knows? Looked to be early twenties.  I pointed them out to Jane. They were grouped together at a railing, talking by the look of it, before I stopped the world.

"What do you think?"

"What am I supposed to think? They're pretty."

"How would you like to have sex with them?"

"Oh God. Please no."

"How would you like to hurt them, then?"

"Please not that. I'd rather have sex with them. Anything."

"How about if I have them make love to you?"

"Better that than making me hit them. Please don't make me do anything."

"How about if I make them hit you?"

"Oh God. Please." She was shaking.

"Relax. Depending on how good you are, you may not have to do anything. Okay?"  I released the handcuffs from her wrists. She stopped shaking, mutely nodded and just stood, barefoot, in the middle of the mall rubbing her freed wrists.  "Now just stand there quietly. I mean it this time."

I walked up to the taller of the women at the railing. I concentrated, and freed her from the time freeze. Her mouth worked as though to continue talking, but her words died on her lips as she realized that things just weren't right. Her large eyes opened widely and she let out a little yelp. She slowly
turned around looking around at the frozen world. The fountain stopped in midair. Her friends, frozen beside her. I watched as her eyes found Jane, naked and still rubbing her wrists and then picked up my face as I stood in front of her. She looked at me, still reasonably calm.

"What is going on?" she asked me.

"World's stopped."

"Why aren't we?" She was beginning to get a little nervous.

"I'm controlling it."

"What? Who's the naked girl over there?"

"That's Jane. Come here Jane."

Jane padded over to our little group.

"Why is she nude?"

"She likes being naked, and in this frozen world, there isn't any point to clothing."

"You are wearing clothes."

"Yeah, but I'm not a girl."

"Oh. What do you want? How do we restart the world?"

Jane spoke up. "He'll restart the world when he wants to."

Comprehension began to dawn on the woman in front of me. Nude woman. I'm somehow controlling the freeze. I saw the danger flags begin to form.

"What do you want from me?" her eyes darting about for an escape route.

Jane spoke up. "What's your name?"

"Ashley. What does he want?"

"Ashley, you have to listen to me. Okay? This guy is nuts. He has a gun. He isn't afraid to use it. I've watched him kill someone with it. It's real. Okay?" I never killed anyone yet, but maybe she was just trying to spare this woman by frightening her. "You have to do whatever he says. He's going to ask you to strip. He's going to ask you to do things that you never would imagine. He might even hurt you. But, believe me. Whatever you refuse to do, you *will* eventually do. Only it'll be ten times worse."

"Please no. Why me? Please just let me go."

"He won't let you go until you have done everything he wants."

At the words, Ashley began to run. She darted out behind her friends and began to run down the corridor. I let her run for a minute, she got a few hundred meters down the mall before I slowly began to slow her down.  I guess she could feel the time dilation as she ran. She let out small cry as she felt herself slowing down until she was practically not moving.

Jane muttered, "I tried that once. So that is what it looked like. Christ, we really can't get away, can we?"

I ignored Jane and walked up to Ashley. I walked in front of her and pulled out the gun. Looks like I needed it. For some reason, these girls needed to see the gun. Needed to see the danger before they'd listen.

I released the poor woman from the time dilation. She stumbled forward from the slow time region and fell at my feet. She began to cry as she realized that I was there. And I had the gun pointed at her. She sobbed on the floor until I reached down to lift her by the arm.

At gunpoint, I walked her back to her friends and the nude Jane.

"Now, Ashley, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. You can strip for me, yourself, or I can tie you up and cut your clothes off. I'm going to forgive you that little run, as long as you don't do anything stupid again."

Ashley, still crying, just nodded.

"Stop crying."

Ashley stood up straight and really tried to stop. She did manage to stop shaking, but tears still rolled silently down her face.

"Which. Strip? Or be stripped?"

Jane spoke. "Honey, I'd recommend just stripping for him. More comfortable than having your clothes cut off."

Ashley tried again. "You can't get away with this. Please. Don't make me take off my clothes. Please don't rape me."

She thought she was about to be raped. A common reaction. The first thing a woman's mind goes to at gunpoint. Natural, I guess.

"Ashley, I'm not going to rape you. If I want to have sex with someone, I could have just used Jane. She's naked as well. You won't be alone."

"Then why do you want my clothes off?"

Jane answered for me. "He likes women naked. He's a guy. Don't worry, Ashley, if he said he won't rape you, he won't. I'm the one that has to worry about that. Come on, let's get those clothes off you. You need help?"

Ashley turned to Jane. "Has ... has ... he raped you yet? Has he hurt you?"

"Ashley, he hasn't raped me." Jane then lied on one count. "And he hasn't hurt me either." A furtive look at her striped bare breasts that Ashley completely missed in her misery.

Ashley looked at the gun again and her hands shaking, she began to unbutton her jacket. "Please don't make me do this."

I just watched as the shaking woman disrobed. Unlike the other women I've had strip for me, she didn't hesitate at her underwear. Once started, she just took off all her clothes. Soon, she was standing gloriously nude in front of me and Jane. Her face was flushed, in embarrassment, and she tried to cover the breasts with her hands. She stood there crying while I tried to decide what to do with her.

I looked at Ashley and she looked back at me. I'd seen that defiant look before. Mostly on Jane.

"Now, Ashley. I'm not going to hurt you now, but I need to tie you up."

"Good god, why?"

"I need you out of the way."

Comprehension crossed her face. "You are going to unfreeze my friends too, aren't you?"

"Ashley, I'm not going to lie to you. I am going to unfreeze them as well."

"You won't hurt them, either?"

I decided to lie. "No. I won't hurt them or you, unless you don't behave."

"Oh God. How do you want to tie me up? God, this is so humiliating."

"Jane will tie you to the railing behind you."

"Please, god, please this isn't happening."

Jane padded over and fished some cord out of the equipment pack. Ashley didn't resist as Jane tied her wrists apart to the railing. Ashley's back pressed up against the rail. Her wrists outstretched. She looked good.

Jane spread her legs apart and lashed her ankles to the bottom rail and then stood. I checked the knots, running my fingers over Ashley's smooth skin. She shuddered, and pulled against the bonds, but she was held firmly to the railing.

I looked into the bound girl's face. "Who are your friends?"

"Huh?"

"I want to know their names before I unfreeze them."

"Please don't hurt them."

"Ashley?"

"The blonde is Evelyn, and the brunette is Lisa."

"Thank-you."

I leaned back on the railing, against Ashley's tied arm and casually placed the muzzle of the gun lightly against Ashley's bare ribs. Just under her bustline. She shuddered and cried out at the touch of the cold metal, but just stood in her bonds shaking.

I concentrated and suddenly her friends were free of the time lock. The conversation died on their lips as they noticed me and Ashley. They hadn't seen Jane behind them yet. Their eyes opened wide and the one named Lisa nearly fainted.

"What the *fuck* is going on here?" Evelyn managed to get out of her lips.

Ashley answered for me. "Evelyn, he's got a gun. Please do what he says."

Evelyn looked around the mall, noticing all the frozen people. Finally seeing Jane. She gasped.

"What the hell do you want?" she asked me.

Ashley, again answered for me. "Evelyn. He wants us. Just do what he says. I don't want to die."

Evelyn's and Lisa's eyes both traveled down the gun I was holding against Ashley's bare ribs.

"Strip. Both of you."

Evelyn and Lisa both hesitated. Their eye's still showing their confusion.

Jane spoke up, just as I jammed the gun cruelly into Ashley's exposed ribs. Ashley, cried out from the surprise and pain. "Evelyn? Lisa? I really would do what he says. He will happily kill Ashley in front of you. You don't want that. Please. God. Please just do what he says."

Evelyn just mouthed the word to Jane, "Why?"

Her hands began to remove her suit. Not understanding what was going on, but seeing their friend with her clothes strewn about the floor, Jane naked, had convinced them that it might be best to just take them off.

Soon, both women were nude, standing in the mall. Lisa hadn't hesitated at the bra and panties. Evelyn, not wearing a bra was bare chested much earlier. But she slowed down as she stood in her pantyhose and panties. She was wearing her panties over top of the hose.

"Please don't make me take off the panties. God, haven't you seen enough."

Jane answered, "Evelyn. Look at me. Look at Ashley. Look at Lisa. Do you think he's going to let you get away with wearing anything?"

Evelyn, beginning to cry, began to remove her panties. They slipped down her legs and she was standing in just her black pantyhose tights. I stopped her.

"Evelyn, you can keep those things on. They look kind of good on you."  The things didn't leave much to the imagination anyway. Jane just looked at me quizzically. I hadn't allowed any woman any clothing at all prior to this.  Not even shoes.

I ignored Jane as Evelyn spoke up, "Now what? You rape us?"

"Good god, no."

Both Evelyn and Lisa looked surprised by that. I felt Ashley squirm under the gun, but kept quiet.

"We are going to have some fun."

They all looked leery at this.

"Wh-what kind of fun?"

"Well, for starters, Jane is going to tie you all up."

"Why?", the first words from Lisa.

"We are going to have a little contest."

"Contest?" in stereo from the two women.

"Yeah. Contest. Evelyn first. Lie down on the floor. Face down. Hands behind your back."

"You have to be joking. I'm not going to let you tie me up."

"I'm not going to tie you up. Jane is."

"Nobody is going to tie me up."

I jammed the gun back into Ashley's ribs. She cried out.

"So, shoot her. I'm not going to let you tie me up." Evelyn called my bluff.

Jane moved over towards Evelyn. "Evelyn. Honey. He will shoot her. And he won't do it kindly. He'll shatter her elbows. Then her knees. If her screaming doesn't make you do what he wants he'll probably just shoot you. Do you want to die? Honey, I've seen it. It's not worth it."

Evelyn paled. I paled. I wouldn't have imagined that Jane was capable of coming up with such brutal imagery. I'm not sure that I could have done the things she was suggesting, but Jane was right on one thing. I would have hurt Ashley, badly enough, making her scream to high heaven to get Evelyn on the floor bound.

Evelyn turned towards me and whispered, "You bastard." Hate reflected in her eyes. But she fell to her knees onto the hard, cold surface of the mall tiles. Slowly, she eased herself down pressing her bare body against the tile. Shivering a bit and gasping at the cold, until her body heat had slowly warmed it. She moved her wrists behind back and crossed them.

Jane, without being told lashed them together tightly.

I nodded to the brunette and she just quietly fell to her front and allowed her slender wrists to be bound as Evelyn's were. I left the women tied on the floor and motioned Jane off to the side. She padded over, her bare feet making small slapping noises against the tile.

I whispered to her, "I need you to hog-tie them. Wrists to ankles. And I want them gagged with the red ball gags. Okay?"

"Are you going to hurt them?"

"Maybe. After you are done, I want you to sit over by Ashley's feet."

"Please, don't hurt them too much. They are new to this."

I nodded. Jane walked back over to the new girls and began the task of tying up Evelyn. She protested but wasn't in a good position to resist physically. Soon, Jane had tied both women into stricthog-ties. She had even put on an elbow rope which I hadn't even insisted on.

Jane walked over to the pack and retrieved two ball gags. She gagged Lisa first. Lisa obediently opening her mouth for the intrusion. Jane popped it in behind her teeth and buckled it up behind her head.

When she tried to gag Evelyn, she wouldn't open her mouth. Jane tried to pinch her nose, but Evelyn just opened her lips and breathed through her teeth. Jane just looked at me helplessly.

I wandered over to Ashley, with the crop.

Jane leaned down and whispered urgently in Evelyn's ear. "Please. My God. He's got the crop. He's going to whip Ashley until you allow this gag. Please don't make her go through that. You wouldn't believe how much it hurts."

Evelyn just shook her head. No gag.

I flicked the tip of the crop lightly, catching the tender underside of Ashley's defenseless breasts. It left a light line, but you would have thought that she was being flogged full strength. Her scream echoed through the mall.

"Ahhhhh. Please. I'm not good with pain. Oh God. It hurts."

"Evelyn," I said quietly, "That was a really light one. The next one hits the nipples and I don't hold back on it."

Ashley began to really pull against her bonds. "Oh God. No. Not the nipples. God. Evelyn. Let him gag you. Christ. I can't take it. Lisa did it. Please."

Evelyn, hate in her eyes, didn't say a word. Just opened her mouth. Jane, crying a bit, pressed the ball behind Evelyn's teeth and buckled it.

Jane quietly got up and walked over to Ashley's bare feet. She settled herself down on the floor, cross legged and leaned back on her hands, watching and trying to comfort Ashley.

to be continued.......