Chapter One

Table Service

 

Debby and I sat at the table, silent and watchful. We were at the narrow ends, with the length of the table between us. Our two male companions sat at the sides enjoying our company; conversing, laughing politely, attending to our every need. The food was delicious and varied, expensive and perfectly prepared. From a distance it would appear to be a normal social occasion. Then you would begin to notice the odd things that were happening.

With courteous attention the men would pick up our fork or spoon, dip it into the food, and place it carefully in our mouths. When we glanced down at our champagne glasses, the men raised them slowly to our lips while we sipped. Debby and I never touched our silverware or napkins. We kept our arms stretched straight out horizontal and level to our sides, our hands always beyond the corners of the polished wood table, quite unmoving, never using them. We couldn't. Our wrists were cuffed to the silver chains secured to the strong metal poles rising from the floor, ending level with our shoulders. The tension on our wrists was just short of painful, but uncomfortable enough to be a constant reminder of our vulnerable predicament.

Under the table our micro-skirted bare legs were spread wide, our ankles cuffed and chained to the ring bolts in the floor, positioned wider apart than the classic design table legs. Our blouses gaped open, shamelessly refusing to conceal our lack of bras. The half-exposed nakedness of our generously jutting breasts delighted the two handsome men dining with us. When there was a momentary lull in the conversation I looked across the length of the table and spoke softly, "I'm sorry I got you into this, Debby. It sounded like a fun idea when we were giddy with champagne, but now..."

"It's OK, Traci. Mark and David don't look evil, just mysterious, and a little bit scary. Being held captive for a while is kind of dangerous, but-golly, it's exciting. Do you feel it, too?" Her lip trembled as she tried to smile. "I'm scared, but gee, I'm having fun."

Mark and David laughed quietly along with her nervous giggle. "She's right," David said. He leaned toward me, lifted my chin slightly with his fingertips and kissed me with a long, lingering tongue massage inside my mouth. He sat back in his chair, but his fingertips remained. They traced the curve of the heavy, leather collar locked around my neck, then drifted down to feel an erotic path between my shivering breasts. His mouth tightened to an almost cruel seriousness. "You are too trusting, my naïve and pretty little captive, and now you are both the helpless prisoners of wicked and cruel villains."

I thought I heard more than a hint of taunting in his voice. The safety of their promises was fading, but I didn't want to accuse them with only my imagination as evidence. Besides-I tugged at my restraints-it was useless, Debby and I were too late to say no!

"Are you girls too warm with your clothes on?" Mark asked.

Debby nodded, her face flushed with champagne and embarrassment.

This is the reason Debby and I agreed to be kept prisoners and defenseless. Debby is so shy and inhibited, but she has a healthy desperation for sex. Me, too. She never could have an orgasm with that dork of a boyfriend she clung to back in Iowa. She and I wanted sex with real men who knew how to give a woman orgasm after orgasm, and being chained this way we don't have to feel guilty, just squirming helplessly while enjoying the excitement of being ravished.

Well, here we are, about to get our wish. We asked for it, and I hope we didn't make a terrible mistake. We took a huge risk, handing our bodies over in captivity to a couple of strange men we met only a few hours ago.

David leaned over toward me. "How about you, Traci? Are you comfortable?" He touched my shoulder and I felt the tremble in his fingers.

I guess I was trembling, too. With only the light from the two candles on the table, this basement room was as dark and intimidating as a dungeon. This Friday evening had started out so ordinary...

 

***

 

A tall, good-looking man with dark hair was dragging a willing Debby across the night club dance floor toward me, a victorious grin on his face.

"Traci," Debby said, "This is Mark. He and his friend David want to dance with us. How about it?" She tossed her gleaming black pageboy hair and the sparkle in her eyes matched the facets of light reflected from her scandalously short blue-sequined cocktail dress.

"Sure," I replied. Traci and I had both lost our wimpy boyfriends - such as they were - when we moved to northern Arizona three months earlier. With the terrible loneliness I felt, and the wine buzzing in my head, I welcomed the attention.

David was waltzing solo behind them, a light-haired, artistic, tall and muscular type. He was dressed in a rich dark, claret color turtleneck and black slacks. "May we?" he asked, extending his hand politely.

"Sure." I stood up, noticing how he stared at my legs, almost their entire length showing below the hem of my red velvet dress. It was even higher and more daring than Debby's. My face was flushed with the cocktails and naughty thoughts swirling in my head.

A few dances later we four were sitting together in a dim corner, a lone candle making our faces appear to float in the darkness. Debby's raven black hair stroked her neck, complimenting her ruby cupid's-bow mouth. My strawberry-blonde pelt nuzzled my shoulders and bare back. I casually brushed it back and licked my lips absentmindedly.

I was reeling from the masculine scent of cologne and dancing with the press of a hard-muscled male body against mine. I could feel it...and so could Debby; something animal, something sexually magnetic, some secret male power these men had. Debby and I glowed in the aura of attention these mature, handsome males showered on us. They were real men! Not like those pimply pizza boys whose imaginations always pawed at our breasts and lifted our skirts.

I was dreaming fantasies about David and I...

"Dave and I haven't had dinner yet," Mark was saying, "how about you ladies joining us? Are you hungry?"

"Famished," I replied.

Debby blushed and nodded, smiling.

David reached in front of me and squeezed my hands gently in his. "Mark knows a fantastic place for us to eat. Nice and private, and we can be free to enjoy ourselves without worrying about who's watching and listening.

"Where is this place?" I asked.

"Let's have another drink before we discuss it," Mark said with a smile. He and David glanced at each other.

I know that look...

The waitress brought an ice bucket with champagne, and the men toasted Debby's beauty, then mine. David put his arm around my shoulders and I snuggled against him.

"Mark and I have this place about fifteen miles from here up in the hills-a nice house-and we have a live-in Italian cook. She makes everything taste...well...you'll just have to find out for yourself"

"Oh, gee," Debby said with the slightest of alcoholic slurs, "I'd like that, but...I don't know if we should ..."

"Listen," Mark said, his voice a mere whisper, "I think I know what you want to say. What would you say if I told you there is a way to make it OK-make everything that happens my responsibility-Dave's responsibility. Dave and I have everything arranged for you to enjoy the most wonderful weekend of your lives. We would have total control over you; everything you do, and everything you feel. And since you would never have the opportunity to make a decision, or have the freedom to prevent what happens to you, you would never have to feel guilty or ashamed of having the fun of being unable to control what you are doing and feeling."

"Doing and feeling what?" Debby asked.

"Let's have another bottle of champagne while I explain my idea," Mark said.

It was crazy! It was wild! But Debby and I looked at each other, tipsy grins on our lonely lips.

"We agree!" Debby said in a husky voice.

"Great!" Mark's voice was so masculine and sexy he made my belly tighten.

Damn, I'm horny!

My knees were weak as we left and walked to their car. David opened the rear door of the Lexus and Debby got in with Mark. I rode in the front with David, my dizzy head resting against his shoulder. He shoved a CD into the player and soft, enticing music lulled us to perfect contentment. The trip through the shimmering suburbs and out into the wooded hills of northern Arizona was a magic carpet ride.

Are we nuts? But they are so handsome and polite.

I looked out the side window and saw a star plummet from the velvet canopy of sky down into the hills where we were heading.

I wish - I wish - I wish for this to be OK. It's got to be OK! I'm so horny for a man, and so is Debby. We're going to enjoy this-I hope!

David was talking on his cell phone. He was saying something about clothing styles and sizes.