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A Switches Tale

Part 2

A switches tale

Part2


I woke late the following morning.  Id driven home in the small hours from Cathy and Claires place.  Cathy had invited me to stay over, she was worried about me being too tired and zoned out to drive once we had finished the scene.  I had very politely refused, I needed to get away and sort my own thoughts out.  Id spent the night turning things over in my mind and wondering where the hell this was taking me.   What was I becoming?  I fell asleep as the sun was coming up still no nearer an answer.


I took a shower to clear my head and winced at the long thin mark from the crop on my thigh, it felt bruised, that and an aching chest like Id done a session in the gym, were the only physical problems from the night before.  I padded down stairs in my robe and flip-flops and flicked on the computer, five messages in my inbox, all from Cathy. 


“Sod that,” I thought. “Ill deal with them later,” and went through to make breakfast.  I was just buttering toast when the inbox chimed again.


I stormed back through, intent on turning the thing off (another thing about me is Im incredibly grumpy on four hours sleep), but paused, the message was from Claire.   Ok I know, Claires someones live in sub, and Cathy had hinted that she wasnt into men anyway, but sometimes we men just want the things we cant have.  I clicked the open button.


“Please, please call or mail us, Cathys in a fearful state.  There was an accident on the A14 last night; the driver of a blue estate car was killed.  Were so worried; if its not you please call”.  She left a mobile number as well.


You can pretty much imagine how I felt, toast halfway to my mouth.  Well what can you do?  I picked up the phone and called them

“Hi its Ste,” I said as a female voice answered.  I pulled the phone away from my ear nearly deafened by the piercing shriek from the other end.  I couldnt resist grinning stupidly to myself as I heard Claire babbling excitedly to Cathy on the other end. 


Then Cathy spoke. “Ste, you bastard, you had us worried sick.  We heard about the accident on the radio when we were clearing up, Ive mailed you five times since then”.  Her tirade lasted a full five minutes; I kept quiet with just the odd “err” and “um” thrown in.  I doubted she took a breath throughout.


When Cathy finally stopped I simply said “Sorry Mistress”, not sure why I said it.  I was still very much unsure of the whole thing, but it seemed like the best thing to say at the time.   Anyway it seemed to placate her. 


After a few more minutes of small talk I heard a door close in the background then Cathy whispered, “Look Ste, me and Claire did a fair bit of discussing last night after youd gone, and well… Claires had a problem with men for a while, trust issues, you know?”

In fairness I didnt know, a bad break up? A violent relationship?  Abusive father?


“Ok,” I said. “So you dont want me to play anymore, fine not a problem.” It was though, and I dont think I kept the hurt out of my voice very well either. 


“Oh Ste,” Cathy sounded exasperated. “If Claire or I didnt want to help you explore then we wouldnt have invited you in the first place, so pull your neck in and listen.   What I really want is to try and push Claire a little bit more; do you think you would be up to helping me?” 


“Errm Cathy I dont know. I mean Im not sure about using some of the stuff you did last night, I wouldnt want her to get hurt.”


“Ste thats sweet, but youd be under my supervision at all times, and theres no way Id let you hit her anyway.  I mean for you to torture her sure, but by denying her orgasm.”


“Oh you mean like you did with the vibrator last night?”


“Its a wand Steve, a vibe is a bit different.  But essentially, yes.  Ill show you how to tie her in different ways as well, think of it as more a demo session rather than a full on scene…”


Well that didnt sound so bad, add to the fact I was feeling a little guilty, so I agreed that wed meet up at the weekend and yes Id bring my toothbrush and stuff with me.  Cathy insisted that I stay over and we space it out over the full weekend.  Needless to say my week in work passed slowly.


Six days later I was knocking on the front door.  Cathy answered wearing a robe,


“Sorry Im a little early, there wasnt much traffic”.  She frowned slightly. 


“I brought breakfast,” her frown didnt falter in the slightest. “Warm bagels, with an assortment of spreads….” 


My voice tailed off as Cathy closed the door in my face.  She kept me on the doorstep with the bagels for a full ten minutes until exactly nine thirty. 


“Steve,” she said in mock surprise as she opened the door. “Come in darling,” and she pecked me on the cheek as she ushered me inside. 


I cant help myself sometimes, and keeping my voice deadpan I said, “I brought breakfast… cold bagels, with an assortment of spreads”.  I thought I saw her top lip flicker upwards for a tiny second.


The living room was much changed from the previous Saturday no sign of the chair Id been strapped in and hanging from the wall where Claire had been was an ornate mirror with candle sconces surrounding it.  As I looked closer I could see the brackets were far heavier than they needed to be for supporting the sconces. 


“Please have a seat.” Cathy gestured to the kitchen area and we sat at the breakfast bar.  I started putting the bagels onto plates, and Claire trotted into the room in a white robe, her hair wet.  “All bathed and shaved, my little one?”


“Yes mistress,” said Claire kneeling at Cathys feet. “If it pleases Mistress might I be allowed breakfast?”


“You will have to ask Ste, and personally Ste, Id not let her have one mouthful the way shes behaved the past few days.”


Well Claire shuffled over to me on her knees hands held out imploringly, then turned that elfin face towards me and gave me the full effect of those eyes of hers.  Ive talked enough about what effect they have on me, suffice it to say that she got her bagel and about half of mine as well.


When she had finished she kept glancing up at her mistress giving her a cheeky smile every time Cathy frowned at her.  Even I could tell she was being deliberately provocative it wasnt something Id have fancied trying with Cathy.  Maybe that led to what happened later, but I doubt if even Cathy was that cruel.


Once the breakfast plates had been cleared, Cathy led me through a side door off the kitchen.  “Heres the playroom,” she said with a smile opening a thick door. “When we had the extension put on, we asked the builders to put some soundproofing in, told them it was going to be a music room!”


I have to say I was impressed.  The long room contained a Saint Andrews cross mounted on the far wall with a contraption like a builders “A” frame near it.  I later learned that this was a wooden pony.  Stacker boxes held bundles of rope plus assorted collars, and restraints.  A brightly painted toy-box was pushed into one corner, several whips crops, and floggers, hung on the walls. Hooks were placed in both the ceiling and the floor with small pulleys attached.  As I turned around I saw behind the door the chair Id been in last weekend, it was a heavy wooden chair that you of a kind you might see in a garden centre.  The seat had been studded with heavy brass studs and metal rings attached to the arms and legs.


“You like?” asked Cathy when Id stopped staring.


“Not really,” I said warily, eying the chair.  Cathy laughed.


“We saw a chair like it in a medieval torture chamber when we went on holiday, last summer.”


“Holidaying in a torture chamber? Whatever next.”  I was rewarded with a punch on the arm.


“Steve youre an arse,” Cathy laughed.  I grinned at her.  Claire entered the room and looking me full in the face, shrugged out of the robe and stood completely naked in front of us.  I almost choked.  Her body was better than I remembered it.  Better even than when I had seen it in my dreams, and Id had a few of those over the past week.  She had a couple of small moles near her right breast, but even those only served to enhance her beauty.  Her body was firm and tanned and she looked at me with those eyes…


“Put your tongue back in Ste,” said Cathy. “Shes just trying to dazzle you.” 


I closed my mouth; in fairness Claire was doing a good job of it.  She pouted sulkily at her mistress, and Cathys face flickered in annoyance.  I got a sense of tension between the two of them. 


“Right, shall we start then?” Cathy said brightly.  


I cleared my throat and nodded, Claire rolled her eyes as if she was bored.  Cathy led me over to a small green box mounted on the wall beside the floggers and whips.  I was thinking that this would be the place she stored her wand, but the contents were much more mundane. 


“I trust youre familiar with the principles of first aid?”  Cathy enquired.


“Umm yeah,” Id had to do regular first aid courses for my job. 


Cathy sorted through some of the contents, all fairly standard apart from a pair of very oddly shaped forceps, and a pair of large paramedic shears.  She must have seen me eying them because she proceeded to explain,


“Im going to be showing you some of the basic rope ties today Ste and its very important you know where the shears are kept in case you need to get someone out of the rope in a hurry.”


“Uh huh” I said. “That makes sense, but what are they?”  I pointed at the odd looking forceps.


“Oh theyre called Magills forceps, doctors use them to retrieve foreign bodies usually from peoples throats” Cathy paused.


“Oh,” I said, and then “OH!” As I pictured where objects may have to be retrieved from. 


Cathy smiled at the look on my face, and nodded before draping an arm around my shoulders, and leading me back to Claire.


“Well slave?” Cathy barked “Get your ropes out.”


“Yes mistress,” Claires eyes were lowered and she slipped instantly into the model submissive, quickly she crossed the room and brought back a selection of ropes of different colours.


“Hands out in front slave, wrists together.”  Claire obeyed instantly, and Cathy slowly started looping a length of rope around her wrists.  “Watch closely, Steve.” 


Cathy started to talk me through what she was doing; explaining where to put the ropes, how to tie a cinch loop, and how to place the knots so they remained out of the reach of the submissives fingers or teeth.  When she was done she looked at me with a crooked smile.


“Steve,” she purred. “Do you fancy playing a little game?”


I groaned inwardly, I should have guessed that Cathy would not just want an observer.  Against my better judgment I nodded.


“Take your shirt off Steve, and put it with Claires robe.” 


“Yes mistress.”  I obeyed and when I returned to Cathy she was holding a slender object that looked like the type of lighter that you might use to light a stove from a distance.  I eyed it warily as Cathy stroked it over Claires breast and down her flank.  I could see Claire trying not to flinch back from it.   Cathy moved towards me and stroked the object over my chest and then over my bicep. 


CRACK, I jumped back around a foot, yelling “Fuck!” at the top of my voice.  My arm tingled at the memory of the static shock the thing had just delivered. 


Cathy grinned at me and stroked the object over Claires breasts again. “Please mistress,”  I heard her whimper. 


Cathy smiled at Claire and then at me, and then started to undo the knots at Claires wrists.  When she was done, she tossed the rope to me. 


“Right Steve, youre going to tie Claires wrists like I just did.  If Claire gets free, Im going to shock you.” 


Cathy looked at Claire “If you dont try hard enough to get free, then Im going to shock you, clear?”  Claire nodded.


Once more Claire held her wrists out, and I tried to remember everything Cathy had told me as I bound them together.  Unfortunately I must have been too gentle as it did not take Claire more than a couple of moments to slip her hand through one of my loops, sliding the knot round slightly so she could loosen it with her teeth, grinning at me she slid out of it. 


“Hands behind your back please Steve.”  Groaning I did as I was told, and closed my eyes, as Cathy stroked the cold metal over my lips.  I gasped in surprise as Cathys lips followed the metal, and opened my eyes.


Crack, Crack, Crack.  Cursing, my hands moved to protect my chest as Cathy tapped it with the shock stick.  Cathy stepped back, glaring at me.  I meekly lowered my head and put my arms behind my back,


“Sorry Cath…mistress,” I muttered, and shuddered as Cathy advanced towards me, and stroked the shocker up my leg and over my stomach.


“Try again, please.” Cathy indicated the rope, and unbelievably didnt shock me again.  I picked up the rope and very carefully tied Claires hands, before stepping back.  This time the knot was much more carefully placed towards her elbows, and try as she might she couldnt quite get the knot into her mouth.  Cathy watched her grinning nastily as Claires struggling and twisting grew more frantic, and then she advanced towards her with waving the shock stick. 


“Arms above your head slave.” Claire whimpered and bit her lip, but did as she was told.  I heard her gasp as Cathy placed the shocker directly on her nipple.  “One here?” Cathy asked. “Or four in different parts?” Cathy stroked the shock stick over Claires belly and pubis.


Claire thought for a few moments before looking at Cathy, her whisper was only just audible. “One please mistress.” 


Cathy slowly and deliberately placed the tip of the shocker on the tip of Claires nipple; she waited for what seemed like an age, the only sound that of Claires ragged breathing.  CRACK, I was sure I saw a spark leap from the shocker to Claires nipple, and then she screamed and jumped back, her eyes filling with tears.  Cathys arms went round her and she kissed Claire on the forehead and then the lips, hushing and soothing her.


Once Claire had calmed down Cathy led her over to the wooden pony, and bent her over it.  She motioned me over, and then set about showing me how to secure Claires ankles to the ponys legs.  All the time she kept up a constant commentary on safety, checking that Claire was ok, and her feet werent becoming numb.  Claire answering respectfully whilst staying in role.  After which she let me practice tying Claires ankles, to either the legs or the eyebolts attached to them, prompting me with glances or single words when I forgot to check if Claire was alright at various points. 


Im pleased to say I seemed to have an aptitude for tying people up and Cathy seemed delighted with my progress.  She started to show me a few different ties and by the time we stopped for lunch poor Claire was almost completely immobilized.  I carried her to the dining room and sat her in a chair.  Claire glared at us both furiously as we took it in turns to feed her dinner, Cathy making baby noises to her all the while, whilst Claire struggled and fidgeted.  I had to grab her once to stop her falling off the chair.


Once dinner was over we untied Claire and went back to the play room.  Here Cathy had me tie Claires hands in front of her again, before running a rope through one of the ceiling pulleys and tying it off so it held Claires arms above her head.  She then instructed me to spread her legs and tie Claires ankles to eyebolts set into the floor.  When this was done Cathy produced a piece of paper, and proceeded to read out a list of Claires “crimes” for the past week.  During all of this Claire eyed Cathy defiantly.  It was only when Cathy smiled at her that Claires look faltered slightly. 


“So slave, to conclude youve been a perfect brat this week, and the sentence will be carried out by Steve”.  Claires eyes flickered slightly between me and Cathy, realising that we had cooked something up between us.  “Your sentence, is several hours of constant edging.”


“No Cathy, please…You know I cant stand it.” Claires face looked desperate “Please mistress, I held out as long as I could last week for Steve and you.  Dont make me do this.”  Claire certainly sounded serious now.


“You see Steve, you can beat this little slut until you wear your hands out, you can threaten her with clamps or the shocker, and shell take it all, but just threaten her with not cumming during a scene and shes petrified.”  With that Cathy went to the toy box and pulled out the wand, she plugged it into a nearby outlet, before demonstrating the controls to me.


“Observe closely please Steve.” 


Cathy positioned herself behind Claire, jamming her hip into Claires ass so she could not move backwards and also forcing Claires hips forwards. 


“Then you spread her, ever so gently and locate her clit with your finger, the place the wand right on it”  Once the wand was in position Cathy braced the hand holding it firmly against Claires thigh to keep it locked in position.  Cathy took her other hand from Claires sex and turned it on at its lowest setting.


“Please no mistress, dont do this.”  Claire started to beg. “Let me do something else to make it up, Im sorry, really sorry.” Claires pelvis started to circle slightly, and Cathy turned the wand up a few notches, Claires breathing picked up.  Cathy smiled at me, as Claire continued to gyrate her hips on the wand. 


“It took me quite a while to learn all of Claires tells, Steve.  To do this properly you need to know your sub inside out.  It took me a good few months of experimenting to work out when this devious bitch was going to cum.” 


Claire moaned again, I was fascinated by the way her abdominal muscles seemed to ripple underneath the skin.  Her breathing started to come in little gasps and I noticed her toes trying to grip the floor.  Cathy whisked the wand away as Claires biceps tensed as she pulled on the rope. 


Claire screamed in frustration as Cathy removed the wand “Please mistress,” she gasped. Dont, I need to cum, please”


“Oh theres so many toys Steve and I are going to use, all afternoon, if you please both of us we might allow it later…” Cathy crooned, before reapplying the wand. 


Claire shuddered and moaned and then went rigid, tensing against the ropes not making a sound.  Cathy looked at me and mouthed “three, two, one” before pulling the wand away again.  Claire let out a deep low growl in her throat, before sagging against the ropes. 


“In a few more minutes Steve, youll hear what a foul little mouth this slave has.  In half an hour well be in uncharted territory.”


Claire opened her eyes and bit her lip, looking at me.  “Steve, you like me dont you?  Please ask mistress to not do this Steve.”  She gave me the full effect of those beautiful eyes.  Which faltered as Cathy applied the wand again, with a warning glance at me. 


“Sorry Claire, I dont think that Cathy would listen to me on this.”  I shrugged apologetically.   Claire grunted and moaned trying to rub herself over the wand, desperate to get a release.  I saw her become slightly still and tense, and Cathy expertly moved the wand away. 


“FUCK!” Claire screamed, there were genuine tears starting in her eyes now. “Please mistress let me fucking cum, fuck shit please let me cum”


Cathy said nothing but started pressing the wand on her clit for a few seconds before removing it.  Claire thrashed against the ropes gasping, each gasp a swear word, those lithe little muscles straining against their bonds and some of the veins in her face and neck standing out. 


“You see Steve, were getting into uncharted territory now.” Cathy crooned.  I nodded back dutifully.  Claires eyes locked on to mine as though she had forgotten about me until then. 


“STEVE!” She screamed out as Cathy removed the wand. “You fucking pussy, fucking tell her to let me fucking cum.”


Well I have to confess that while innocent eyes and a beautiful request is likely to get you absolutely anywhere with me.  Swearing at me and name calling produces the opposite effect.  I saw Cathy eyeing me with concern, so I must have tensed up for a moment.  I physically took a deep calming breath and relaxed, smiling at Claire. 


“Perhaps youd like to take over for a bit Steve?” Cathy proffered the wand handle to me.  I smiled slowly and nodded. “Yes mistress that would please me.”


I changed position with Cathy, but as I was a fair bit heavier I thrust Claire out a bit further against the ropes.  She was pushed onto her tiptoes, which made her struggles even less effective as I located her clit and applied the wand, moving it in a small circle.  Claire gasped then screamed as after three circles I pulled the wand away.  I kept up the pattern for a good while and Claire was shaking, gasping and screaming obscenities. 


“Wow Steve you are on form today, darling, first the ropes, then this.”  Cathy beamed at me


“Thank you Mistress.”


Then Cathy lay down on the floor in front of Claire and slipped her hand inside her pants.  “Im loving this, slave,”  She called up to Claire. “Im going to cum right in front of you and take pleasure from knowing youre not going to cum.”


Claire screamed in rage and frustration as Cathy with a small smile on her lips, closed her eyes and started moving her fingers under the material.  I just kept up the same pattern as before.  I applied a little lube to the wand every now and then to make sure Claire didnt get too sore.


After half an hour my hand started to ache slightly, as with a small gasp Cathy finally reached orgasm.  She took her wet fingers out of her pants and standing, placed them in Claires gasping mouth. 


“Thats what it tastes like to cum slave.” Cathy said rubbing her fingers in Claires mouth and then over her face.  I reapplied the wand at that point bringing out a long drawn out


“Pleeeeeease” from Claire, She was sobbing against the ropes now barley able to support herself and sounding a little hoarse from screaming and begging.


Just then Cathys phone rang; she motioned for silence and answered it, a small frown on her face.  Then she turned to us. “Ive got to nip out for twenty minutes or so, Steve please continue.” and with that she was out of the door.  


“Nooooo” screamed Claire as I applied the wand again.  “NO NO NO, Steve you fuck, RED RED” She screamed at me.  I jumped; red was an instant stop the scene Im not alright. 


I fumbled with the first knot, then just went for the paramedic shears and snipped through the ropes.  Claire was just repeating red, red, red, over and over.  I snipped through the last rope at Claires ankle.  Then my head was snapped back, by a kick to the face that sent me reeling into the wall.  Claire flew behind the wooden pony and picked up a small baseball bat from the shelf, holding it out in front of her, her wild eyes never leaving mine.


My lip was dripping blood onto my chest as I watched her. “Claire,” I called softly and gently “Its ok love.” I put my hands out palms up to show I meant no harm.  Claires eyes seemed very far away as she sobbed bringing the bat up ready for a downward swing. 


I started backing away towards the door “Its ok Claire, Im going out the door now, well just wait for Cathy.”  I slid sideways through the door as Claire sobbed behind the pony.  I gasped with relief as the door closed behind me.  I used some kitchen roll to mop up my lip then sat in the living room watching the door to the play room intensely.  Even small girls with baseball bats can scare the crap out of me.


“Steve, what the fuck?”


I hadnt noticed Cathy coming in as I was watching the door.  “Wheres Claire?”


“In there,” I said pointing to the door. “What the hell was the matter with her?”


“Shit,” Cathy cursed. “Later Steve,” she said as I was about to demand an explanation. 


Cathy called through the door then slipped inside, I heard a couple of shushing noises from Cathy and sobbing from Claire.  Lacking anything better to do I put the kettle on.  About halfway through making tea I noticed that my hands were shaking.


I waited in the kitchen, wincing as the tea stung my cut lip, and trying not to think too much.  Presently I heard the door to the playroom open then footsteps on the hall stairs.  Then silence for a while, the tea in the pot was stone cold by the time I got up.  I boiled the kettle again while I washed up.  I listened to the kitchen clock ticking whilst sipping a second cup.


“Ste,” a very small voice, I glanced up surprised to see Cathy standing there biting her lip.


“Errmm, Cathy” I replied warily.  She crossed the floor towards me and I could see tracks on her face where her mascara had run. 


“Steve, Im so sorry I should…” She started sobbing.  Instinctively I reached out and pulled her into my arms.  I dont know who was more surprised me for the fact that I did it, or me for the fact Cathy let me. 


I held her for a good fifteen to twenty minutes just letting her sob onto my shoulder and making soothing noises to her.  I have to say that it was almost as unnerving as when Claire had turned on me before.  The unshakeable ice maiden that was always in control coming apart on my shoulder was scary.  At last she settled down and pulled away from me.


“Any chance of a tea steve?” Her voice was getting back to normal though her breath still shuddered occasionally. 


“Sure,” I started to fix the tea things as Cathy rinsed her face and dried it on the tea towel. 


“Sorry Steve, I must look like a complete mess, I havent cried that much for a long time.”


I made small noncommittal hums whilst I poured fresh tea, and then we sat at the table together. 


Cathy sipped her tea, and then looked at me with her red rimmed eyes.  “Steve” she paused, and bit her lip before swallowing.  “Claire was fourteen when it happened; she took a shortcut home from school through some waste ground.” 


She choked back a sob tears welling up in her eyes again “They raped her Steve, four of them, they held her down and took turns…” her voice tailed off into sobbing.  I just held her.  What can you say to that?


“I shouldnt have left her alone with you, she said she would try but I shouldnt have.”

I knew I should be angry with Cathy but I felt drained by these revelations.  I just kept my arm round her until she rallied. 


“Youre the first man shes ever talked about without contempt Steve, other than her dad.”


“How is she now?”  I asked in a flat monotone.


“Shes sleeping, Ste.  Shes had flashbacks and nightmares before about the incident, and sometimes needs sleepers.  Ive given her two and tucked her up, waited until she was sleeping.”  Cathy fought for control for a moment and went on.


“She had one the first night we met you in the club, but in it you where the one who found her after the thing… had happened, and you helped her get home.  She took it as an omen that you where a nice guy…”


I grunted; “Maybe I should have been quicker getting her free after she said the safe word.” I shrugged. 


Cathy put her arm round my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.  “Dont be an ass Steve, Claire told me you got to her as quick as anyone could, shes really upset about that as well.”


“She shouldnt be upset; she was just frightened when you left, any way I should get going.  Im sure one day of me is all you or she needs to handle.”

I got up to leave, but Cathy gripped my hand


“Please Steve” she had tears in her eyes, and was biting her bottom lip.  “Stay tonight. I, I really need someone… to talk to.”


Yes, I know what you are thinking dear reader, but thats one part of this tale I shall not be telling you about…


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