June Fox slept in her chair with her
swollen ankle and her champagne buzz for another few minutes before she
dragged herself, half asleep, over to the poster bed. Her head hit the
pillow and she slept clear through lunch while Rob cooled his heels. He
eventually joined her in bed, slipping in next to her with an awkward
motion, trying in vain to get his handcuffed arms into a comfortable
position behind him. Finally he too fell asleep, and when the two of
them woke up, it was well past lunch. June, forgetting for a moment
about her injury, hopped abruptly out of bed and almost collapsed in
pain on the floor when she landed on her sprained ankle. Her cries of
agony echoed through the house, waking Rob and sending Maria scrambling
up the stairs. She helped June up and into the bathroom, where she
downed some aspirin and several glasses of water, partly to help her
ankle and partly to ward off the hangover she knew was in the offing.
Rob was lying on the bed face up, with a huge erection, not as much
from arousal as from needing to pee. Once June was out of the bathroom
he headed straight there, but he soon realized that the toilet was
below him while his cock was pointed straight up. Not a good situation
to be in when your arms are tied behind your back! He contemplated
asking June or Maria to help him, to point his cock down so he could
pee, but he quickly ruled that out. So he hopped into June’s shower
stall and let things go, with his stream shooting up against the tile
wall, bringing blessed relief. By the time he left the bathroom, his
erection was beginning to subside.
It was now mid-afternoon, so June asked Maria to make both of them
lunch. Maria headed downstairs and into the kitchen as June headed for
the shower to clean up. She dressed herself in a tee shirt and cutoff
jeans and then led Rob down the stairs and onto the back patio where
Maria had set up iced tea. Rob sat in one of the wrought iron chairs as
June held the glass to his lips and helped him drink. It was odd, but
Rob was gradually adjusting not only to being nude but to being bound
and at the mercy of these two women who, despite very different
stations in their lives, were nonetheless taking equal roles in running
his life. The normal side of him would be panicking now, with this
ordeal going on for so long; but another side of him was submitting to
it, accepting it.
When Maria brought lunch out to the patio, Rob was famished. He waiting
patiently for June to finish hers, and then gratefully accepted the
mouthfuls she spooned into him, punctuated by wipes of a cloth napkin
across his lips and chin. His hunger subsided and now, for the first
time, he felt a strange sensation of being partnered somehow with June.
Of being together with her not because of some crisis of the moment,
not because they were in the grips of passion, not because they were on
a mission together to solve a problem. They were just there together,
hanging out, sharing the moment, with no task facing them larger than
figuring out what to do until it was time for dinner. They were like a
couple, only they did not know each other very well. They were like
partners, only she was dressed in tee shirt and jeans and he was naked
and bound. They were alone together, only Maria was there with them. It
was strange for him.
June spent the rest of the afternoon showing Rob her house, leading him
from room to room and showing him all that was to be seen – the
pictures of her late husband, of their daughters, her riding trophies
and society pictures, their artwork furniture. Outside, their
landscaping, their gardens and birdhouses, as June hobbled along. Rob
had gone on similar tours before, but always while clothed. When they
returned to the house, he was warm from the sun burning down on his
body and was scratched from the rosebushes in the garden. June noticed
these things and rubbed some ointment into his skin to soothe him. She
did not fail to notice how aroused he became as she attended to him.
Later that afternoon, Maria served them drinks and then prepared them a
fine dinner of many courses. After dinner, Maria cleaned up and then
went to drive home, but her car would not start. This had happened
before, and June told Maria that she could stay in the guest bedroom
and call for a mechanic in the morning. Maria thanked her and before
retiring to bed herself asked June if she needed anything else. “Will
Mr. Jameson be sleeping in your room tonight?” she asked, and on
hearing a positive answer she pulled down both sides of the bed and
fluffed both sets of pillows. Before long, the whole household was in
bed, with June holding Rob’s head on her shoulders. “June, can you
please call Officer Riley in the morning and ask her to come over with
the handcuff keys so I can get out of this?” Rob asked quietly. But
June had already drifted off to sleep. Rob had assumed they would make
love again tonight, but June wasn’t thinking that way.
In the morning, June thought she was the first to wake up but Maria had
beaten her by 20 minutes. By the time June was out of the bathroom,
Maria had come into the bedroom with coffee. She saw Rob asleep on the
bed face up, with the sheets down on the floor. She came over to him,
rocked his shoulders gently, and told him it was time to get up. Rob
had a huge erection, morning wood from having to pee again, although
Maria thought he was having an erotic dream. June came out of the
bathroom and Maria helped lead Rob in. There she saw his problem right
away and, without having to be asked, she led him to the toilet and
pushed his cock down so he could pee without having to going into the
shower. Rob thanked her and then sat down next to June, who held his
coffee for him to sip. “I hope the two of you can get me out of these
cuffs today and into my clothes. It’s been so long I hardly remember
what ‘normal’ feels like anymore.” June and Maria exchanged knowing
glances that combined a mix of sympathy with mischievous laughter.
That morning June had business downtown, so right away after breakfast
she headed to the shower and then got dressed. Dressed in a business
suit, giving Rob a kiss, she gave Maria instructions for the day and
headed out. This all caught Rob by surprise. He had assumed that today
would be his day of freedom, not another day in naked captivity.
Especially not another day with Maria in charge of him, with June gone.
But Rob was wrong; he was completely under Maria’s control.
Although Maria seemed to have calmed down following her brush with the
law, it was still fresh in her mind, and she still viewed Rob with
anger, as the cause of her difficulties. Rob remembered well how she
had slapped his face while he was naked and bound before her the day
before. And now he was still naked and bound before her, but with June
no longer around to look out for him. So Rob was scared.
Maria started her day with him pleasantly enough. She did not offer to
help him in any way, despite all the difficulties life presented him
with his hands cuffed behind him. But she did not hurt him either; she
just went about her business. But after an hour had passed, she began
to call on him, first to help her move a table across the room, then to
listen by the door for a delivery truck while she worked in the
laundry. It felt strange to be a housemaid’s assistant, to be taking
orders from a woman less than half his age, a woman clothed while he
was nude and bound; but he followed her from room to room and did what
she told him to do without question.
As the morning passed and Rob did his best to please Maria, he mustered
up his courage and asked her if she could try again to drive to his
house and retrieve a set of clothes so he could cover up. “Please do
that for me. Here, the security code is just 3,2,1,0, simple as can be.
Okay, please?” Maria looked back at him with a little smile and said,
“If you think I’m going back there again, you’re a bigger fool than I
thought you were.” Rob dropped to his knees, and with his hands still
cuffed behind him, he begged her and told her he would pay her $200 for
the trouble. “Oh, Ms. Fox pays me very well to work for her, and she
told me under no circumstances to get you any clothes to wear.”
“What, she did? I don’t believe you! Why in the world would she tell
you a thing like that?” “Well, you’re just going to have to ask her
that question yourself. My guess is that maybe she just likes having
you here naked and all for herself. You’re not hard to look at. You
know, I’m enjoying having you as my naked slave myself. Now get up and
carry this wastebasket upstairs,” Maria commanded. “I know you can do
that even with your hands cuffed behind you.” She helped Rob up off his
knees and gave him a quick slap on the butt, which made Rob remember
that this was now the second time she had slapped him, the first time
being on the face. Rob awkwardly grasped the wastebasket behind him,
crouching down, and then carried it upstairs.
As lunchtime approached, June called the house from her cell phone and
told Maria she was going to be staying in town for the afternoon to do
some shopping and to go ahead and eat without her. Before Maria hung
up, Rob asked to speak with June. Maria said okay and then agreed to
hold the phone to Rob’s ear while he spoke. “Hey June, I’m wondering if
you could please contact Officer Riley and ask her to bring by the
handcuff keys. My arms are just killing me.”
“Oh, poor baby. Ok, I meant to do that this morning but it totally
slipped my mind. I’ll try to fit it in after my shopping. By the way,
anything special you’d like for dinner?” “Well, yes, I’d like a set of
clothes to wear!” Rob replied. “Oh you silly boy. Don’t you know we
like you naked?” June laughed.
Rob contemplated his situation. Here it was Wednesday noon and Rob had
been naked in June’s house since Monday evening when the two of them
made love in her bed.
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