Time Out Of Time - Volume Two Part 67

I could almost see Amy paling. I heard Elizabeth grunting some a.s.sention.

"I'm worried enough that I'm not still between your legs. Hush Amy."

I felt Elizabeth rise off the bed and leave the room. Moments later I heard her small footsteps and her weight settle into the bed beside me. I felt a cool sensation across my forehead.

Finally, my eyes worked and I fluttered open my eyelids, wincing at the sharp pain of the light. Elizabeth's face was peering at me.

"Thank G.o.d you woke up. What the h.e.l.l happened?"

I struggled to move my lips and felt a rush of energy into my system.

I coughed. "Blacked out."

My strength returned, almost as though I hadn't even had the episode. I rose to my knees. I had indeed fallen across the bound girl. Elizabeth, being the only free girl had helped me as much as possible. I plucked the cool wet face cloth from my brow.

Elizabeth was kneeling, her eyes downcast.

"Sir? Please. I was only trying to help. I. I thought ..."

"It's alright. Your help is appreciated. I'm not going to punish you for stopping what you were told to do."

Elizabeth heaved a big sigh of relief. The after effects of the black out were fading quickly. My s.e.x drive was returning like a lion. And the squirming female in ropes in front of me helped drive it.

Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes. "Does this slave have to continue her task? She just helped you when she didn't have to."

"I heard."

Amy paled at this. "Please," she whispered from her chair. She knew that I'd heard her suggestions.

I thought about this. I didn't know what caused the black out, but I had to seem in control, even if I really didn't feel like I was. My body was betraying me, somehow. But I felt fine now.

"I'll let you stop early, how's that?" I smiled gently at Elizabeth. "I was going to make you lick her for most of the day. Just until I finish with Christi?"

Elizabeth nodded, disappointment still evident in her face. Still less time at her task had to be better than licking Amy all day. Resigned, she slipped off the bed and back to her bare knees in front of Amy.

I watched her as she reluctantly returned to tonguing Amy's bare body. Amy, still a bit pale, closed her eyes and pulled at her ropes, accepting the stimulation again. Not much she could do about it.

I turned my attention back to Christi, who was looking up at me with frightened eyes. I could see the questions buzzing through her head, questions that she was afraid to voice and questions to which I had no answers.

I let my fingers trail lightly over her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s again, causing her to gasp. Her arousal hadn't faded with the episode. I bent towards her bound feet and slowly released her toes and ankles while watching Elizabeth and Amy. When her feet were free she squirmed, flexing her toes and bending her knees. I sat back, leaning on my hands, watching the nude girls. Amy was looking more and more like she was losing the battle not to get aroused. Her breathing was erratic and her nipples rock hard. She'd lost the pale complexion, to be replaced by a red glow to her cheeks.

"M-master?" Christi's small voice came up from her lying position. She had stopped squirming her legs, and was lying patiently waiting for my attention. Her breathing was still erratic and she was flexing her arms, pulling gently at her bound wrists.

I turned to her quickly and then returned my gaze to Amy. I kind of wanted to see her climax.

"Please. I know you aren't going to release my hands, but your slave is begging you not to ignore her any longer. Please?"

I shook my head, tearing my gaze away from Elizabeth and Amy.

"You want these off?" I touched the jeans that still tightly hugged her lower half.

Christi swallowed, fighting off the instincts to say that she wanted them. She wanted them, but she didn't. Hard choice in her position.

"Can a girl ask if she'll get them back?"

"Does it matter?"

"I. I guess not." Tears brimmed in her eyes, but her arousal overcame them easily.

"Ask me to take them off you."

She swallowed again heavily and closed her eyes. "Please. This. Oh Christ. This slave. She begs her master to take off her jeans. They. They are in the way." She quickly added, "And she begs to have them back afterwards."

I smiled at the addendum. She wasn't the type to often use her slave talk. But in this case, she really wanted something. Her clothes back after we'd finished. So she indulged me. Smart girl.

I turned my attention back to Amy and Elizabeth as my fingers reached for the b.u.t.ton at the top of Christi's jeans. As I unzipped her, Amy began to really pull against her ropes, moaning quietly and holding her breath.

Christi arched her body as best as she could to help me remove her jeans. She knew that if I wanted her out of them, that she had to take them off. To do otherwise would mean losing the concealing garment forever. There was absolutely nothing she could do if I decided to cut them off her body.

As the jeans slipped down Christi's smooth legs, I heard Amy take one last deep breath and let it out in a small cry. Her body strained against the ropes, her whole body involved in her o.r.g.a.s.m. She cried out again as Elizabeth continued her task. Amy's b.r.e.a.s.t.s moved with her laboured breathing, tears running slowly down her face.

Elizabeth looked up at me, pulling her head from Amy's s.e.x. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes.

"Please, sir. She's done. She's climaxed. Oh G.o.d. Please can I stop?"

I slowly shook my head, forcing the girl to continue stimulating Amy.

Amy whispered, "Oh G.o.d. Please," mostly to herself as Elizabeth resumed her task, tears falling from her eyes. Amy squirmed at the touches, probably not quite recovered enough to take the renewed stimulation to her c.l.i.toris, but not having any choice. Not like she could move away, or push Elizabeth's head from her.

Christi was watching the other girls, and turned as she noticed that I had taken her into my gaze instead.

She looked a bit uncomfortable, with her hands bound. She looked up at me, face flushed.

"We are going to finish this time. Aren't we? Please? I ... I need you."

I smiled at her and she flushed more. I could see her thoughts running through her head. Such a difference from her former life. She probably couldn't believe that she was naked, and tied up on an unfamiliar bed. Asking for s.e.x. For relief. Feeling things for me that she probably wasn't fully comfortable with. Fighting with herself.

I nodded. I wanted her.

She swallowed heavily again. "H-how do you want me?" she asked a bit shyly. She'd always initiated the s.e.xual contact in the past, just doing whatever she thought I wanted. In most cases, I imagine it was what she wanted as well, but I'd never bothered asking.

I smiled at her, lying here quietly looking up at me, bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaving. "How do you want it?" I asked softly.

"I. I don't want my hands tied," she looked up at me hopefully.

I slowly shook my head, letting her know kindly that her hands were going to remain behind her. I wanted her like that.

Her face took on a resigned look, not quite daring to ask again, or beg.

"If it pleases you, I, I'd like to be on top, then."

I could understand that. If she was on the bottom, her arms would probably be a bit uncomfortable. Though, they would sink into the bed below her, I'm sure she'd be more comfortable on top.

I moved myself down to lie beside her, letting my fingers caress her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She moaned, and with an obvious effort, she pulled away from the soft touches. She was breathing hard, as she struggled to her knees.

"G.o.d, that was hard."

Thinking that getting to her knees with her hands tied was difficult I replied to her, "Didn't pay attention in gymnastics?"

She flushed. "I paid attention. That isn't what I meant." She paused for a brief moment, probably debating whether she wanted to elaborate. "I. I meant that it was hard pulling away from those touches." She pulled at her bound wrists. I could see that she wanted to be free to touch her front. But that wasn't happening. She'd have to get her touches from my fingers and my body. That's how I wanted it, and she knew it.

"Your jeans?" Christi looked at me hopefully.

I just smiled at her, waiting for her to realize that I expected her to get them off me. It registered on her face.

"Please. I'm tied."

"You can do it."

She flushed, but turned herself around with an effort. She tried to use her bound hands to undo the top b.u.t.ton of my jeans, her fingers causing my arousal to increase as she struggled. After a few minutes, she turned her face to me, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Please. I'm sorry. I. I can't. Please don't punish me. Please." She was nearly sobbing with her distress. I was watching her fingers and her wrists were tied just awkwardly enough that she couldn't get her fingers to release the clasp. I wasn't too surprised.

I looked at her, trying to keep a straight face and keep it severe enough to convince her that she was in trouble, despite the fact that she was not. I was far too aroused to punish her at this point anyway. Nevertheless, the naked, vulnerable female didn't know that, and she quickly tried to quell her tears.

"Please. I. I don't want to be punished. I'll try again."

She pressed herself harder to her task. I cringed as I watched her, her trapped wrists bending in what looked to me like a really uncomfortable position. Her face was a mask of concentration, she probably didn't even feel the pain from her hands. I really didn't want to hurt her, so I gently touched her shoulder. She looked at me questioningly. As her concentration slipped she involuntarily pulled her bound wrists away from me and cried out softly as she felt the odd position of her wrists.

"Try your mouth," I urged her gently.

The bound girl took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn't going to have any more success with her teeth. She had to try though, she believed that she was going to be punished if she failed. And that punishment could range from denying her release to outright pain from a crop or paddle. Either way, she'd be restrained for the foreseeable future. Exactly what she didn't want.

With tears in her eyes, she again turned herself around and knelt facing my body.

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She bent again. I could feel the tremors from her body as she struggled with her teeth to release the clasps of my jeans. Her head pressed against my body, and I could actually feel her sobs of frustration and fear as she strained with the b.u.t.ton. I raised my head, trying to see what she was doing down there.

Finally, she let out a cry of dismay and frustration. I felt her take the edge of the denim in her teeth and pull back. Her teeth slipped, but the fabric came free. She almost sobbed in relief as the stubborn b.u.t.ton released its hold. Tears running down her face, she knelt up and looked at me, triumph replacing the frustration.

"Ouch," she whispered. She moved her jaw and pulled at her bound wrists, her face crunched up in mild pain.

"What happened?"

"My teeth slipped. Clacked together."

"Open."

She stared at me, but obeyed, opening her mouth widely, probably expecting a gag. I merely reached up and ran my finger over her lower teeth, trusting that she wouldn't try and bite me. She didn't.

"Nothing broken."

"I could have told you that."

I smiled at her. "And if I wanted to touch your teeth."

"They're yours to touch." She flushed. She sighed and bent her nude body back to her task. I felt her hot breath against me, through my underwear, and heard the zipper fall. She tugged ineffectively at the denim of my thigh with her mouth and then rose back to her knees. Her face was tear streaked, but with her success with the b.u.t.ton, she had managed to stop crying. A new frustration had appeared.

"Christi?" I inquired sweetly.

"I. I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Get them off. Please, sir. You. Please help me?"

I reached down and raised my pelvis at the same time. I pushed the jeans over my hips and off my legs. I sat up and pulled off my t-s.h.i.+rt as well for her. I kicked off my shoes and socks, leaving just my underwear for her to struggle with. I lay back down, taking the weight off my pelvis.

Her eyes followed my movements, probably surprised that I'd helped her this much. She was probably expecting at least a half hour of painful struggling against her restraints in order to get my clothes off. I'd done in thirty seconds what would have taken her thirty minutes. Minimum.

She smiled down at me, gratefully. "This slave thanks you."

She bent again, nuzzling me through the thin material of my underwear. I gasped at the sensations. If it was possible, I found myself getting harder. At last, she teasingly gripped the material in her teeth and pulled them slowly down my legs until they caught at my ankles. I lifted my feet allowing her to pull them completely off me. She looked up at me, smiling as she bent again to take my toes into her mouth.

I s.h.i.+vered as her tongue explored my toes. After a few minutes she glanced up and began her slow journey back up towards my head. With her hands behind her, she had some difficulty maneuvering herself upwards. At last she straddled me, her bare legs lying easily on either side of my body, looking at my face. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s were rising and falling beautifully with her laboured breathing and I could feel her arousal and heat as she pressed herself into my belly.

Carefully, she lowered herself to touch my lips with hers. I could see her frustration, knowing this would be ever so much easier if I'd just release her wrists. But she didn't complain or beg me to let her free. She merely kissed me, pulling lightly at her ropes.

"I can't wait any longer," she whispered as she ground her pelvis into my body. "I swear, I'm going to c.u.m like this."

I smiled up at her. "You'll do no such thing."

She closed her eyes, remembering that I wasn't a normal lover. She needed my permission for her release. She nodded, silently promising that she wouldn't climax without my permission.

She lifted herself, straining her thighs. I had to help her a bit, she not being quite strong enough and being restrained, she couldn't find the leverage. Finally she was poised over me, her thighs straining to keep her body lifted off mine, her toes curled into the bed sheets.

She moaned as I guided myself to her. I nodded to her and she gently lowered herself, impaling her body with mine. We gasped together at the penetration. Slowly, she slid herself up and down, pumping, gripping at me with her internal muscles, rocking herself. After the mornings activities I wasn't going to last very long. She took her time, savouring the sensations, feeling the s.e.xual energy. She had c.u.m once this morning with Jane, but she was more than ready for me.