"I adore them. They're 'Tonia's hand on me. I'm conscious of them day and night.
But, your hand. . ? I mean, you don't have to?"
Up under her dress, thrust aside the soaked panties, cup her throbbing sex! The publisher of women's magazines wondered if this was really she or someone else. The heat between her thighs could not match that of the handcuffed girl but she was shocked at its intensity. When she raised her inundated palm to the waiting mouth her eyes sought those of the younger girl and locked fast. While the prehensile tongue sought and absorbed its nourishment the two of them became one. They were sisters.
"Mmmmm. . You don't taste a bit like 'Tonia. We're right about you, y'know."
"What you're saying is I ought to be naked and handcuffed like you?" Ilona laughed uncertainly. "Oh, and with a shackle and chain locked tight on one of my ankles?"
"Of course! What's so strange?"
"Well, dammit girl, until I walked in here?!"
"I'm glad you came. You're glad too." Griselda's eyes danced. "Buy a pair of handcuffs and wear them sometimes at home. You can fantasize that it was 'Tonia or me who locked them on your wrists."
"No, I'm not going to play sad lonely little games like that. I shouldn't need to. I want you."
Griselda's eyes wel ed sympathy. "I expect you're right." She admitted slowly. "But talk to 'Tonia. I won't do anything she does not tell me to, but perhaps. . !"
Ilona held up the key. "Want your ankle back?"
"Yes. I expect 'Tonia will be wondering." She held out a bare foot and its shining shackle.
When she inserted the key Miss Ilona Paisley was breathless. Unlocking the shining band from the slender ankle she clasped it round her own and clicked it shut.
Sharing Griselda's amusement she walked a few paces this way and that against the drag of the metallic links. Cautiously, she headed for the door but was snubbed short.
"If you weren't holding the key, Ilona, we could keep you always. There's no escape from that shackle." Griselda twinkled. "We could take the key away from you
??"
Thought of Griselda's insinuation was a high voltage shock. Captive to the two of them! Prisoned by a band of steel to which they held the key! It was a prospect utterly absurd, incredible, enchanting! Paisley Publications dissolved into limbo. She had become a captive maiden on a chain!
"You poor dear!" The girl in handcuffs had read her thoughts. "You want to, don't you. If I wasn't helpless you'd love me to grab that key. Poor, poor Ilona."
When they rejoined Atonia Noyes, the flushed but forthright publisher lost no time: "One hundred thousand dollars for her?" She bid firmly.
"No. We're both sorry, but no."
"For the same sum, give her to me for one week?"
They kissed her sadly in their understanding of desuetude.
Chapter Two
"Was I selfish? I feel a bitch."
Griselda nuzzled 'Tonia's troubled cheek and rubbed a bare breast against one that was clothed. "Of course you were selfish, darling. But I belong to you. I can't be shared around just because I was getting naughty thoughts about her. You'll have to punish me for that, y'know."
"Oh, don't worry, I will. But I felt sorry for that woman, she's conquered her world, and she's lonely. We had a shocking impact on her. I'm surprised that, with her resources, she's never discovered herself."
"She hasn't discovered herself yet, she's looking in the wrong mirror." Griselda said pensively. "And of course we had an impact. We're not the least bit ordinary, and I teased. Darling, how about using a whip on me this time instead of the crop?"
"I'll use both." Antonia assured absently. "But now I'm wondering what to do if she approaches us again."
"No problem." Griselda was again excited. "You lay down the Law. She gets stripped, tied and whipped within thirty minutes or you don't let her in."
Antonia laughed. "Shouldn't we allow time to give her a drink."
"Alright, forty minutes. I terribly want to see her naked. I bet she's got the loveliest things for me to play with and you to punish."
"But, Griselda dear, think of what she is! She came too far too fast today. I bet right now she's ashamed of herself and tucking us away in a closet."
Griselda giggled. "She didn't come at all, and she really needed to, I longed to make it happen. And what she's thinking of right now is my bottom and my bush.
She'll probably rape her secretary, and it will be all our fault. Oh, and I think I should get a sort of medium punishment for getting sexually aroused over her, don't you agree?"
"I'll decide what you get, you outrageous odalisque." Antonia sighed happily.
"You're adorable. I ought to whip you daily."
"Why don't you?"
"Shortage of skin? though I suppose we could do a sort of rotation. Your bottom on Tuesday, back on Wednesday, shoulders for Thursday. . But then we'd have to move round to your front. You might not mind but I would!"
"Darling, would you really consider whipping my breasts?"
"No I won't! It's a good thing one of has a bit of restraint." Antonia examined a thought. "Griselda, today's been a sort of happening. Would it be the day to take off your handcuffs? It's been a long time?"
"Do you want to?"
"They frustrate me sometimes, like now in fastening you to be punished."
"Mmmmm, what a delicious decision! I can't possibly make it." Griselda clinked and tugged the bands on her wrists, twisting her shoulders to emphasize impotence.
"Decisions are your department, darling."
"Oh sure, and I nearly always decide what you want."
"That's because we both want the same things. I'm not sure about my handcuffs,
'Tonia, they frustrate me a lot more than they do you. But they're a part of ME. It would be a sort of excision." Griselda pul ed even more fretfully, clinking the link that robber her of her hands. "A Case of: 'parting be such sweet sorrow'."
"But is it sensible to rob us both of your hands forever, establishing some sort of a record there's only us to laugh over?"
"We've got an investment already, a sort of vested interest, darling. Way over two months. . ! And I've loved every moment, and I've learned to do so many things."
Griselda giggled. "Did you see Ilona's face when I poured her drink?"
"Oh alright then, you concupiscent mink. We'll go on from day to day, each day another little victory in the handcuff marathon, and it certainly does keep you delightfully damp beneath your bush." Antonia pursed her lips. "I should simply announce the decision to keep you handcuffed like that for the next couple of years.
You wouldn't be a bit happy over that."
"Yes I would. You should try handcuffs, behind your back of course, the effect's meltingly devastating. Oh, 'Tonia, I love my handcuffs. Let's make that a deal? no, a sentence! Two Whole years! Oh, darling. . !"
"You can precede me to the punishment room." Said Antonia stiffly.
Punishment between them was rarely inflicted without a preliminary debate: the instrument, the severity, the binding. The discussion was serious enough towards its end result, but there would be laughter and wave after wave of hot lechery as they plotted their erotic mix. With mock seriousness they debated now.
"Handcuffed like that, I can't possibly get at your back." Antonia complained.
"But there's my bottom, and my thighs, and several bits and pieces!"
"Caning your hands used to make a nice change." 'Tonia mused thoughtfully. "It would serve you right if, instead of your back, I used the soles of your feet."
"But, darling, my bottom's absolutely virgin today. There's plenty of room on it to be punished all you want." Griselda affirmed anxiously. "And as for the soles of my poor feet, you know what I think of that!"