Time Out Of Time - Chapter 84 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [84/??]

Jane disappeared and I gently guided Elizabeth and Sheila out of the 
bedroom. Sheila looked wistfully at the bathroom and shower as we 
passed, but we all padded down the stairs together. I needed a shower 
as much as they did. Well, maybe not quite as much.

I smelled the heavenly aroma of coffee, bacon and eggs greet me as I 
walked into the kitchen. My stomach growled. Elizabeth and Sheila 
trailed me, wrinkling their noses as they entered.

Elizabeth muttered, "Coffee. I would do anything for coffee." Her eyes 
glued to the mug that Amy held in her hands. She looked at me 
hopefully.

"Can a slave beg for coffee. Please?"

Suddenly I had a clamour around me. All of them but Amy trying to 
speak at once. All of them begging for coffee.

"QUIET!" I barked out at the women. They silenced themselves. I 
sighed. "That's better. Like a pack of hyenas you are. Yes. You can 
all get yourselves coffee." Amy's eyes twinkled. Amused. "And before 
you all start asking, the cream is in the refrigerator and the sugar 
is on the counter."

Jane, Christi and Elizabeth practically dove at the coffee machine. 
Amy had placed four mugs beside it. All different mugs. Catchy sayings 
on them. I Hate Mondays. I'm a Bear Until I've Had My Coffee. Hard 
Work Never Killed Anyone, But Why Take Chances. I smiled at the nude 
girls scrambling for the coffee. Sheila had hung back. I looked at her 
quizzically.

"What's up? Why aren't you in there as well?"

"Couple of reasons," she answered. "This." She pointed at her side. 
"Last thing I need is one of them to accidentally elbow me. They look 
a little rambunctious in there. And I'm not so sure I want any. Evan, 
that prick, wouldn't let me have coffee at all while I lived here. It 
didn't matter how much I begged and pleaded or how obedient I was. I 
had to make it for them. But I wasn't allowed to drink it. It was one 
of his little torments. Showing his power over me. After a couple of 
weeks I realized what he was doing and stopped begging for it. I guess 
I broke the habit. I'm not sure I want to start it up again. I thought 
I did. As soon as I smelled it. But now I'm just not sure. You'd 
really let me have coffee?" A bit incredulous. Not quite used to her 
new 'freedoms'.

"Want some orange juice, instead?"

"I'd love some."

"It's in the fridge."

She walked gingerly over to the refrigerator and pulled out the jug 
I'd found earlier. Amy handed her a glass.

"Hi Sheila. I'm Amy. I'm glad to meet you. I hear you've been through 
a lot."

Sheila smiled at the other girl. "Someone has been telling stories. 
Don't believe everything you hear."

"Jane and Christi. And your face and body kind of tell it as well." 
Sounded like Jane and Christi at least managed to warn Amy. She hadn't 
blinked an eye when Sheila walked in. At least I hadn't had to deal 
with another performance like Elizabeth's.

Sheila poured herself a glass of orange juice, and raised the glass to 
her lips. I glanced around the kitchen. It just seemed so normal. Five 
nude women, happily interacting. Fighting for the sugar bowl and 
laughing on one side. I was almost sure I saw some nipple tweaking as 
they playfully fought. Like a bunch of school girls. And two others 
just quietly talking over by the refrigerator. I wasn't sure I'd ever 
get used to seeing this.

I touched Amy's shoulder. "How's breakfast coming?"

"Oh shit. I forgot about that." She rushed back to the stove. She 
opened the oven portion. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she'd 
have been punished if the breakfast had been ruined. She had the 
plates and food keeping warm while she had waited for me.

"'fraid we don't have enough chairs here. Two will have to be on the 
floor. I guess I'm newer, I'll take the floor. Someone else will have 
to as well," Amy called out to the others.

She started to distribute plates around the table. I sat down at one 
end.

"I'm newest, I'll take the floor too." Sheila spoke up.

Christi and Jane exchanged a glance. They nodded to each other. 
Sipping at their coffee.

Christi spoke up. "That's not really fair. You cooked this morning, 
Amy. You take my chair. Please."

Jane stepped in as well. "Please. Sheila. You take mine. I can't let 
you sit on the floor. Not with those bruises. I'll be fine on the 
floor with Christi."

Sheila smiled thankfully at Jane and reached for a kitchen chair. Jane 
and Christi moved to the side and sat on the floor. Their bare backs 
pressed against the floor cabinets, knees up in front of them. They 
were talking in whispers together. Sipping at the coffee. Savouring 
it.

Amy distributed the plates. "Watch. They're hot," she warned as she 
placed the first one in front of me. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Toast. She 
placed three more plates down on the table. Same fare in front of 
Elizabeth, Sheila and where she'd be seated. She carefully handed 
plates to Christi and Jane on the floor. All the girls thanked her as 
she served.

She pulled out a drawer and picked up some utensils. She handed me a 
knife and fork and then sat. Sheila picked up a piece of bacon and was 
raising it to her mouth. Amy touched her arm and whispered to her, 
"Wait for permission." Sheila nodded and dropped the bacon back to her 
plate. Not realizing the rules that the girls had made up. I actually 
had nothing to do with that one. I think Jane had made it up in the 
hotel room one morning in an effort to please me. And it had just been 
accepted as fact that the women waited for me to tell them to eat. At 
least at breakfast.

I smiled at Sheila. "Go on eat."

"Please. Sir? Can I get cutlery?"

Amy whispered to her. "I know. I hated it too. Still do. He won't let 
us use cutlery."

Sheila just nodded as though she understood. Maybe she did. Maybe she 
was just used to accepting unreasonable situations. She picked back up 
her piece of bacon and nibbled at it. Without another word she simply 
began to eat her breakfast. The eggs were going to be a bit messy, but 
they all needed showers anyway.

I wolfed down my breakfast. It was surprisingly good given that we 
were a bit late coming down. Still warm and we were all so hungry that 
anything would taste good. I finished, as usual, far ahead of the 
women. All of them were struggling with the eggs. Having to let them 
cool a bit before they could get their fingers into them to eat. I 
watched Christi and Jane eating on the floor. They didn't seem to be 
having more trouble because they were on the floor. No more so than 
the women at the table. They were still talking to each other in 
hushed whispers. Glancing my way once in a while. I idly wondered what 
they were up to.

Sheila looked a bit uncomfortable having to eat with her fingers. 
Probably still used to using cutlery. I caught her a couple of times 
staring wistfully at my knife and fork. A symbol. For them, being 
forced to eat without cutlery just reinforced my control over them. It 
seemed almost uncivilized. I had taken away a small portion of their 
humanity. Animals didn't use cutlery. But Sheila ultimately accepted 
it. It was better than the symbols of her slavery that Evan used. She 
was wearing them on her face and side.

Finally the girls finished. Jane and Christi automatically rose to 
their bare feet and began to clear the table. Christi washed and Jane 
dried. The other three just sat a bit uncomfortably, waiting for me to 
dismiss them or give them instructions.

I spoke to Elizabeth, "Shower time?"

She nodded enthusiastically. The other two were nodding as well. I 
glanced around at them. They were a mess. All of them. They had all 
made an attempt at straightening themselves after their rest, but none 
of them had really succeeded. Though they'd all licked their fingers 
clean after the messy breakfast, they still looked sticky and 
uncomfortable. They were all still beautiful in their nudity, and I 
debated forcing them to stay disheveled for a day to see how they'd 
take it. Maybe even punish them for not looking their best. But that 
was evil and unfair. Though I didn't mind being evil and unfair, it 
just didn't seem right for today. Perhaps tomorrow.

"You know the drill then. Shower together. Wash each other. I might 
check in on you. You can use hot water this morning. You look like you 
need it. Be careful of Sheila. I'm sure she's kind of sensitive. She 
can wash herself if necessary. Make yourselves presentable."

The three of them stood and begun to file out.

"Sheila?"

"Yes master?" She didn't have any hesitation using the word master as 
the other's did. She'd only been in my power for less than a day. I 
guess Evan had conditioned her to use the word.

"You don't have to put on make up. I like nail polish, but don't worry 
about your face. It still looks sore."

"You sure? I don't mind if you want me to touch it up."

"I don't mind. You look fine. Really."

"Thank-you master. I'll do my best." She just stood there. "You know 
the shower in my room? The one I had to use? He didn't even bother 
hooking hot water up to it? Yesterday's was the first hot shower I've 
had in months?" She moved forward and kissed my cheek. "I never 
thanked you for letting me take a hot shower. It. It felt so good." 
She scampered out of the kitchen to catch up to Elizabeth and Amy.

"That was nice of you," Jane spoke from the sink. She pranced over to 
me. "And so was that hot breakfast you let us have for a change. A 
slave thanks you." She kissed my other cheek. She walked back to 
drying the dishes. As she approached, I noticed some faint red marks 
under her bare breasts. I thought back. When was the last time I'd 
punished her? It seemed like ages ago. And I couldn't remember seeing 
those marks on her last night. Granted I was tired and had other 
things on my mind.

I heard the shower start upstairs and I was almost sure I heard a 
playful squeal from that direction.

I leaned back in my chair and watched the nude beauties as they 
cleaned up. Everyday tasks made so much more interesting when the ones 
doing it are naked. Disheveled. But naked. They were no longer even 
aware of their nudity. Probably not even caring anymore.

"You two have been acting like you have a secret all morning. Like two 
high school girls passing notes. What's up?"

Christi stopped washing the dishes and looked at me. Her face 
flushing.

"Why would you say that?"

"You think you can hide things from me? What are you two up to? Hmmm? 
Planning a coup?"

"No. No. Oh God. Please don't think that. I don't need punishment for 
things that aren't true. I get enough for things I've actually done."

"Why didn't you two sleep on the couch last night? You would have both 
fit if you took separate ends. Your legs would've tangled up together 
but I wouldn't have thought you would've minded. I didn't tell you 
that you had to sleep on the floor." My sixth sense was telling me 
that their sleeping like that had something to do with all this 
secrecy. But I couldn't imagine why.

Christi flushed again. Jane tried to busy herself with the dishes.

"Alright. Jane. Look at me." She turned slowly. Fear evident on her 
face. Her toes curling against the tile. She dropped the dish she was 
drying back into the drainer. "Knees." The two of them sunk to their 
knees on the kitchen tile. Squirming.

"Please. Master. These slaves beg you not to punish them," Jane spoke 
softly.

"What have you done?"

"Please. We couldn't help it. We didn't think you'd mind. We know we 
didn't have permission. But. We. We just couldn't help it. Please."

"I am going to punish you both. On the breasts. Hard. If you don't 
start telling me what the hell happened last night. What you two are 
so bloody secretive about." Christi paled and Jane shuddered at the 
threat. They knew damn well that I'd make good on it.

Christi whispered to me, her face bright red, "We. We were together 
last night."

"I know that. I locked you in the same room. Oh." The penny dropped 
and I realized what she was saying. I wasn't expecting that. But I 
guess I should have. I sat there as the silence thickened around me. 
The girls just knelt quietly, their faces flushed, their breathing 
laboured. Their eyes on the floor. All I could hear was their shallow 
breathing and the soft sound of water running upstairs.

I was used to the girls being forced into lesbian acts. I quite 
enjoyed watching it. But Christi was telling me that her and Jane had 
done it without me forcing it. These girls that claimed that they were 
straight. I could admit it. I was confused.

I cleared my throat. "I. I don't know quite what to say here. Um. What 
are you saying? Are you telling me that you are coming out of the 
closet here? That you, ahhhh, have feelings for one another?"

Christi actually began to laugh. "Oh God. Good Christ no. Don't worry, 
you can still force me to tongue a woman and I'll hate it. God. I'm 
not a lesbian. And I don't think Jane is either." Jane was shaking her 
head. Not laughing, but not a lesbian either. "And I love Jane. I love 
all of them. She's. Like a sister to me now. We've been through so 
much together. You've put us through so much. But no. She's not my 
girlfriend or anything. Even if I had the choice of having her as my 
girlfriend."

"I don't understand," I truly was confused. "I think you'd better 
explain."

Christi continued. Her initial hesitation gone. "Oh God. I don't know 
how to explain. Last night was so nuts. I think you fulfilled every 
fantasy I've ever had. You saw me last night. You saw the state I was 
in. Jane knows. Now. It was turning me on. You knew it would, you 
bastard." She was smiling. Remembering. "After you left, it even got 
more intense. Jane and I were really taking our frustrations out on 
that asshole. We used nearly everything in there. God, he could yell. 
We had to gag him for a while. And everytime that whip fell on him, 
and he screamed for me, I swear another bolt of electricity singed 
through my body. Starting at my nipples, and ending in my clit. Jane 
was hitting him. I was hitting him. It was just nuts. Crazy. I finally 
noticed that he'd passed out. I tried to revive him, but that wasn't 
about to happen. I finally gave up and sat down. I was so tired. Jane 
was practically asleep on her feet. We'd probably tortured him for 
three or four hours. Though I have no way of knowing. Not like you let 
me even wear a watch."

She paused. I could see that the story and her memories were affecting 
her. She was flushed and breathing heavily. Nipples red and swollen. 
Not like she could hide them. Jane was just flushed. Embarrassed by 
the whole thing, I was guessing.

Jane swallowed and continued the story. "At the time, I kind of 
suspected, but didn't really know that Christi was really getting 
turned on by torturing this guy. I was just dead tired. I asked her if 
she wanted the couch. She just shook her head. I figured that she'd 
just sleep in the chair. I lay down on the couch. I was just about 
asleep when I heard Christi crying. I managed to open my eyes and she 
was just sitting there weeping. For no reason."

"I was hot. I was horny. I didn't want to masturbate with Jane there, 
or in front of Evan if he woke up. Hell, I just wanted someone else. I 
just didn't feel like pushing myself over. And I didn't have your 
permission. Though I knew you'd never know if I did it, I still felt 
weird. Almost disloyal or something dumb. So I was crying. Not knowing 
when you'd let us out of the room. If you'd indulge me when you did. I 
don't know. The stress and exhaustion got to me. I was so screwed up. 
I couldn't help it. I just cried. Anyway, Jane was suddenly right 
there. Holding me. We cried together for a while. I told her. I told 
her about me. How I felt. About domination and submission and how you 
messed me up."

Jane had closed her eyes. Remembering last night. "And I couldn't help 
it. I told her about me. I didn't think I could ever tell anyone. And 
now both of you know. I hate myself."

Christi touched her. Leaned over on her knees and kissed her cheek. 
"Jane. It's normal. No weirder than what I feel. Anyway, I know we 
weren't supposed to, but we did it anyway. We were so tired we weren't 
thinking straight. It's my fault. If you want to punish anyone, punish 
me. I deserve it. We hardly even spoke. It was like we were 
telepathically linked. I don't know. It was the strangest thing that 
has ever happened to me. Jane and I just got up. I tied her. I tied 
her to Mayer. Her bare skin against his. Back to back. He woke up as I 
was tying her to him. He was so sore I doubt if he even knew what was 
going on. I stood there and looked at her. So delicate. So helpless. I 
gagged her with a pair of panties I found in the closet. Crotchless 
ones I think. Before I placed them in her mouth, she whispered to me 
to hit her hard. I couldn't. I'm sorry, Jane. I just couldn't. But I 
used a cane on her. Not hard. I swear it. I was playing with myself. I 
was hitting her. I remember she was screaming. But she never pushed 
the gag out. She could have. But she didn't. She just stood there and 
let me cane her breasts. Tears were streaming down her face. It just 
seemed so unreal. Like a dream. Finally I collapsed. Jane was just 
hanging. Tied to Evan. I. I think I crawled over to her and untied 
her. I remember thinking that I had to be careful not to untie Evan as 
well. I remember catching her as she fell. Having her in my arms. 
Crying. I was crying. I remember crawling over to the couch. And. God 
help me. We. Were together. It felt so good. I didn't care that it was 
Jane. That it was another woman. I just didn't care. I remember being 
cold. I remember holding her afterwards. We talked about it for a long 
time. I don't remember falling asleep. That's why we didn't sleep on 
the couch. And then she woke me up when you came in." Christi's voice 
faltered and fell silent.

Her eyes were brimming with tears. Jane was openly crying.

I sat there stunned in the silence. I didn't think anything could 
surprise me anymore. But these two nude, kneeling beauties had managed 
it. I hung my head back. Picturing it. Picturing what they'd 
described. I'd long ago decided that I wasn't going to punish them for 
whatever they'd done. And this wasn't something to punish them for. I 
just wish I'd seen it.

"Please. Master. We're sorry," Christi's small frightened voice came 
from the floor. "I swear. We were just tired. We weren't thinking 
straight. It was wonderful. But it was only once. We swear. Maybe we 
just wanted to try it without being forced. Please. It won't ever 
happen again."

I got up from my chair and walked over to the two girls. They were 
still on their knees. Their faces frightened. Not knowing how I felt 
about what they'd done.

I knelt down, my knees between their knees. Facing them. I leaned 
forward and gathered them into my arms. Hugging them fiercely.