“Ginny darling, have you ever been punished more than you can bear?”
“Oh, Drew darling, you’re not worrying, are you? You’re not thinking we’re locked in here forever?”
“No, silly, of course not. But it’s all so new to me. I’m not as brave as you about it.”
“But your pussy does get lovely and wet, doesn’t it? May I feel?”
The darling was irresistible. Half amused and half ashamed, Drusilla disposed herself so that the small, locked, questing hands could satisfy their curiosity. Their attention caused her sex to flare in demanding palpitation ..
“Oooooo! Oh, Drew! Mmmmmmm!” Ginny wiped a wet hand on a dry hip. “I knew you would be. Oh, I’m so glad we’re together.”
“I’m glad too, darling.”
“Even if it means being in prison?”
“Especially in prison, Ginny.”
“Now you feel my pussy. I know what it’s like. But I want your hand on it.”
Drusilla wet her palm. The youngster’s sex was throbbing. She had an impulse to thrust Ginny back upon the mattress and feed hungrily. But thought of a sardonic Diana happening upon them so engaged was dampener. Instead, she kissed the proffered lips and said huskily: “I love you.”
“You’re so nice.” Ginny rubbed a soft cheek caressingly against Drusilla’s. “If I had my hands I’d love you to pieces.” She frictioned happily for a moment, then giggled. “It was buying the handcuffs to get you a key, Drew. We’d never had handcuffs. All of a sudden it was so easy to clip them on me. You haven’t known, but there’s been lots of nights I’ve been sent to bed wearing them.”
“What, behind your back?”
“About half the time. I’m getting quite good at sleeping that way.” Another giggle. “I have to pull up the covers with my teeth.”
“That’s unkind of Diana—”
“Oh, no! Oh, Drew, it isn’t at all. I adore it—I thought you knew. When I pout and complain it’s mostly make believe. Mummy knows!”
“Ginny—have you always?”
The young lips sought and kissed Drusilla’s eyes.
“Mmmmm, you’re so yummy. But you are worrying. I can tell.” Ginny backed away, her eyes wise and sympathetic.
“I know about you and Mummy. She’s going to keep you always and you’re all shivery about what you’ve got yourself into.”
“Am I being silly?”
“’Course not. Mummy makes me all shivery sometimes.
It’s terribly exciting, even when it’s scary.” .
“Don’t you ever panic when you’re helpless?”
“’Course not. Mummy’s a dear.”
“But, I asked this before, aren’t there times when you just can’t take what’s being done to you?”
“Darling, that’s the whole idea! That’s why Mumsie ties me. She’ll tie you too. It’s the most wonderful thrill to know you’re really going to get it, and you can’t move.”
Ginny’s excitement was infectious. Her effervescent lubricity was an armour of protection. She blossomed in a land of enchantment Drusilla sought to explore. “Ginny, was there a beginning? Can you remember a time when—” Drusilla exhibited her handcuffed wrists, “—when things like this didn’t exist?”
“No.”
“Just like that? You mean—?”
“Why not, darling? Even in my first memories there was always a ribbon or something around one of my wrists, or my neck, or my ankle.” Ginny grinned in amused recollection. “As I got older, the ribbons and things sort of got joined. After awhile, Mumsie dropped the ribbons and just tied me with the things... bits of cord or string or strap. I say, Drew dear, these handcuffs are gorgeous, aren’t they?”
“They’re beautifully shivery ,” Drusilla laughed. “It’s you that’s gorgeous.”
“Am I? Oh, Drew, do you really think so? Do you like my breasts?”
“I love them. They’re sweet.”
“It’s awful not being able to touch myself but knowing anyone else can. I’d want you to play with them, but I’d go crazy wild. Want me to nibble yours? I think yours are much lovelier than mine.”
“They’re not, Ginny. You’ve got the most perfect cones... ”
Drusilla knew herself wallowing in lust. This innocently concupiscent child was everything her heart desired. A cornucopia of female magic palpitating with heated feminine longings. How lucky Diana had been, and how wise! Seemingly without volition, her cuffed hands rose, two fingertips kissed the already tumescent buds so that their youthful owner gasped in sweet agony. A moment later Drusilla was thrust back by eager female flesh while lips and tongue and small, cruel teeth found her nipples and fed upon them in avid hunger. Uncaring of consequence she sank back upon the narrow couch.
For what may have been hours, the small locked cell enclosed the beauty and wonder of female loveliness twisting and pulling against the shining steel that did no more than impede tumultuous love. Ginny, even with hands locked behind her back, took on all the sleek dexterity of a seal, turning and pouncing, her lips swollen with delight. Less handicapped, Drusilla discovered responses of which she had never known herself capable. They became two girls chained and ecstatically lost in a rainbow world the bars could not confine.
“I might have known this would happen.”
Two nudities tensed as Diana’s sardonic observation intruded on their felicity. Two flushed faced rose from moist flesh. Two pairs of eyes gazed guiltily at their jailer.
“We were just playing, Mummy dear,” Ginny offered brightly.
“So I noticed.”
Drusilla kept silent. She was uncertain of the gravity of her sin. If coping was possible, Ginny would know how.
With a gesture of disdain, Diana tossed a handkerchief through the bars. “Dry your lips, Drusilla. And Ginny’s, too. You can finish it off on your cunts. They both look as though they’ve been drinking beer.”
“You didn’t tell us we couldn’t, Mumsie,” Ginny ventured, looking up from where her obligingly spread legs were receiving Drusilla’s attention.
“But did I tell you you could?”
“I expect it’s my fault, Di—”
“What did you call me?”
“Oops!” Drusilla wanted to laugh, but was uncertain of the authenticity of Diana’s displeasure. “Sorry! I expect it was my fault, MISTRESS.”
“No need to overemphasize.”
“Very well, Mistress.”
“As to the fault. yes, you’ll be punished.”
“Well, you could at least have told us—”
“Drusilla!!!”
“You’re not allowed to complain,” Ginny prompted.
“You’re supposed to say thank you.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” The novitiate submissive was ashamed of the alacrity with which she repaired her lapse.
“Hmmmm, you are trying, darling. It will be five with the cane—and that’s being generous.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“As for you, Ginny: you knew better!”
“Did I, Mother?”
“Don’t be impudent. For you, it’s ten.”
“Thank you, Mother.”
“No supper for either of you.”
They sat upon the couch. Two nude delinquents sentenced to punishment, respectfully attentive to their wardress beyond the bars. Handcuff chains clinked as captive hands betrayed their nervousness.
“And you can both stay where you are for a week.” Neither of the prisoners offered thanks.
“I know perfectly well you’ll do it again. But if I catch you out in it you’ll stand on your toes for a whole day.”
“Oh, M-o-t-h-e-r-r-r!”
“You needn’t ‘oh mother’ me, you little minx. And you’d better put Drusilla wise about what sort of behavior’s expected of her.”
“Yes, Mother. Could I have my hands in front now, please?”
“No, you can’t! Drusilla.”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Give me your hands.”
Drusilla’s heart thumped. “Oh, Di’, not me too!”
“That earns you two more strokes for the ‘Di’.’ Now, get over here by the bars.”
Drusilla was trembling; a strange mixture of anger and delicious humiliation. She knew herself owned. She knew, too, she was watched keenly by both her companions. This was a test. She was not sure what the test was, but it hung heavy in the air. Awkwardly, she thrust her locked hands through the bars.