There was a park bench in the middle of that treeless cemetery. It was a squeeze but we could all sit on it. We had walked there from the office, and brought an overnight bag. It had some spare clothes, just in case. The walk had been surprisingly refreshing. We had decided upon modest summer dresses and sandals and this late afternoon stroll matched that clothes mood perfectly.
It was 6:05 when I got a call. "Welcome ladies. I see you have come alone. Excellent! Behind the tombstone on your left you will find a small bag. Please bring it over and examine the contents."
We did, I said, "Some sleeping masks, strips of cloth and a pair of handcuffs."
"Please put those on and I will come pick you up."
Tied again, this time by ourselves, and blindfolded. It wasn't clear what we weren't supposed to see, but we did as told, and it wasn't long after we did that some vehicle drove up and stopped in front of us. We heard the man get out and say, "Your chariot has arrived. I will lead you to it. But first, an examination."
When my turn came I got the usual feel over, including breasts.
"Well done, ladies, but not quite simple enough. Let's lose those bras," he said.
"Bras aren't simple. They're essential," protested Bell, but she didn't do more than talk.
I got the first treatment. The man unzipped my dress in the back, rubbed up and down my exposed back briefly, undid my bra, undid my wrists, and waited. Here I was in the middle of an open field, but I meekly pulled down my dress, pulled off the bra, pulled up my dress again, and held my wrists behind me waiting for them to get looped in cloth again. And they were, and the man zipped up my dress. It was quick, smooth, and I was turned on!
He moved down the line, and replaced Bell's handcuffs with cloth when he did her.
One-by-one he lead us to the vehicle. It was a van, the back seemed to be empty but covered with thick shag carpet. We got in the side door and made ourselves comfortable in the back. Before the door closed there was a click, perhaps a camera click, and we were on our way.
The trip took only five minutes and after the engine stopped we got lead out, up some stairs, and into a room. I was first again. He had me kneel on the carpet, and I waited while girls were lined up beside me. I listened. There wasn't much to hear. It was quiet, but I did hear the rustle of leaves outside, and at one point an ice cream truck's electronic melody in the distance.
When we were all in he said, "There's one more thing to do while you're still blindfolded, then we will begin class." He adjusted our positions and there was more clicking. It was a camera! Oh my! Photographed as hostages!
It didn't take long, then he took off the eye covers and helped us to sit on a couch behind us. There was only room for three and I was odd-girl-out. There was another couch beside the one we were sitting on, at a right angle to it, but he didn't put me there, he had me sit on the floor leaning on the couch with the other girls on it.
Once we were arranged the man sat in a simple folding chair in front of us, and admired us. He was tall. We were all tall girls but he towered over us... the way a man should. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and slacks, a little old fashion and a little odd considering it was summer. He was also wearing a half mask covering the top of his head, sort of like Phantom of the Opera. The bottom half of his face was a full beard, dark but with reddish highlights.
After admiring he began talking, "Now we can talk about why you are here.
"You ladies have all impressed me with your beauty. For each of you, when I saw you, my heart went out immediately. Now I want you, and I want you for something very specific," he walked over to us and rubbed each of our tummies.
"I want to borrow your hearts and wombs. I want each of you to fall in love with me and carry my child."
He let that sink in. We all looked at each other. Yes, somehow, this had gotten even crazier again!
"I'm not going to force any of you do this, this will be your choice as to when it happens. What I will be doing is working closely with you to convince you that you want to do this, and want to do it sooner rather than later."
"Does this have anything to do with the chokers?" asked Bell.
The man looked at her curiously, then had an ah-hah moment, "I haven't told you the ground rules for one of these couch conversations, have I?
"One of you gets to sit in my lap while we are talking. You can, and should, trade off every few minutes. But if you have a question one of you should be in my lap while it gets asked. Who would like to be first?"
I was the odd girl out, sitting on the floor. He eyed me. I got up smoothly, walked beside him, and sat primly in his lap. It felt quite strange. My head was above his so I was looking down on him -- I hadn't experienced that view of a man before. I wasn't sure if he could hold my weight. I'd heard men like this, but this was my first time as a grown woman actually trying out this lap-sitting.
I guess it's true about men liking it. Once I was in his lap his hands were all over me, and my weight was not bothering him. One hand ran up and down my back and neck, the other was up and down my legs and tummy. I found it relaxing, and a bit more than that, I admit. After some rubs, he answered Bell.
"It does. You wear them until you are pregnant. They are a reminder.
"In the meantime, we will keep meeting. This will let you get to know me, and fall in love, and decide you are ready to turn that love into a little blessing."
Bell stood up in frustration and announced, "This is bullshit!" She squirmed her wrists around trying to get them loose.
The man was fast. In an instant he slid me out of his lap and on to the floor and pushed Bell back into her seat. She was still figuring that out as he hiked up her skirt and was wrapping rope around her knees and ankles. He finished that and man-handled her over to the empty couch and planted her face down on that, ankles and feet high in the air, skirt up to her panties. As a final touch he added a rope between her ankles and wrists, looked satisfied, put me in Bell's place on the couch, and then sat down again -- he wasn't even breathing hard. Bell was quiet through all this, we all were. It was an impressive display of a man extracting instinctive submission from a woman... women.
"As I was saying. You'll get to know me better, and I'll get to know you better. In the process I help you grow and nourish that baby-making instinct you have, and when it's nice and warm, you'll be ready to lose the choker.
"Are there any questions?"
He looked around.
"So, are we-" started Danielle. He held up his hand to stop her. She got up and walked over to sit in his lap, then continued. "So, are we your sex slaves?" She didn't sound terribly afraid as she said this, and he rubbed her nicely front and back before he answered.
"Right now you are a beauty slave," he said, "You get to be a sex slave when the thought of lying alone in bed is just driving you bonkers." He pulled her head down to his, kissed her, and fondled a breast. She sighed just a bit as she kissed him back. When they came up for air he said, "My guess is that won't take you long."
He put her back on the couch and went over to inspect Bell. She might be a bad girl, but that didn't stop him from touching her all over. He seemed to really enjoy caressing her exposed butt, and she was smart enough not to object this time. And the way her feet were twitching at his caressing made me think it was more than just smarts keeping her quiet. He sat down and looked at Charlene.
She came over to him, walking the walk... really walking the walk. When she reached him she planted herself right in front of him, legs spread apart. When he slipped up her skirt a bit, she planted herself in his lap, legs on either side of his, facing him full-on. She closed her face to his and... lip lock! I would have shouted "get a room", but it was too much fun to watch.
They came up for air once, then dove in again. I think the man was as amazed as I was. He was certainly breathless when they came up the second time. He just looked at her speechless. She stood up, shook her head and that long hair in a triumphant way, then went to his side and sat down again in the more normal way. "I think I'm getting the hang of this," she said.
"I... I... I think so!" said the man when words finally came back to him. "Are you ready to walk the walk?" he asked. She nodded yes.
The man untied her and in seconds she was naked and ready to be tied again. The walk she did this time was simply sumptuous. I felt my face blush, and it was envy I was feeling.
After the third walk and rub, she pulled her hands around from behind her to point them at the man. Oh my, so limber! Her hands were halfway up her rib cage almost into her armpit.
"Please untie me," she gently asked. It wasn't a plea, she had something in mind.
He did, and she immediately started unbuttoning his shirt -- first the right cuff, then the left, then the center -- and in a most worshipful way. The last button unbuttoned, she now did the rubbing, tummy... chest... arms... the shirt fell away. This man was tall and medium build. His arms and chest were well formed but smooth, no muscle-rippled abs or pecs or whatever -- this was no gym-addict he-man -- and he was as hairless as a woman. As the shirt fell, his arms wrapped around her again and he pulled her close for another passionate kiss. ...It's truly exciting watching a limber young woman 'melt into a man's arms'. It's truly what it looks like... and I couldn't wait for my turn... WHAT! WHAT WAS I NOW THINKING!!
I snapped out a bit and looked around. Danielle was watching as intently as I had been. Bell was watching, too, but as helpless as she was, still belly-down on the couch, I couldn't read her.
Charlene reached up to his face, slowly, and slowly pulled off the half mask. She admired his face. It was that of a middle aged man with deep-set eyes, bright blue eyes, with salt-and-pepper hair -- some dark, some gray. It was good looking, and I think I'd seen it before somewhere on the campus, but I couldn't recall more than that.
Charlene kissed what she saw, then pulled away breathlessly, but still held his hands. She looked at the next room, the bed room, and started backing towards it. The man took half a step with her. She dropped one of his hands and turned to lead him there with the other. He took another step, but then instead of following further he twisted her arm behind her and arm-locked her. He pulled the other arm there and tied her arms high. As he did he quietly said, "Whoa tiger. It's still class day." But he said it like he sure wished it weren't.
As he finished tying her he pushed her to her knees. When she got to her knees she stood tall, looked straight up, had her eyes closed and her lips pursed. The look screamed "gag me" and the man did. He also caressed that delightfully exposed, slim neck of her's. He gave her a count. "One... two... three... four... five." As it ended she was panting and her nipples had popped. The man caressed those longingly. I think he was wishing even more that school time was over. I know I would be!
As she was kneeling tall, Charlene pulled another trick out of her own bag of unexpected tricks. She used her head to rub the man's crotch. At first she was too vigorous and the man grunted and pulled away -- I guess it's really true about how tender that area is for man. But he stepped close again and they worked it out -- he was rubbing her and she was rubbing him.
Finally he pulled away and Charlene settled in to happily sitting, gagged. He went over to Danielle and without a word helped her to walk the walk. She silently complied. She wasn't as vigorous as Charlene, or as innovative, but she was just as compliant. The man tied her and put her down beside Charlene, but with a difference from before, this time Danielle and Charlene were facing opposite directions. The man took each of their heads and guided them towards each other until lips met, gagged. He had them nuzzle each other a bit, then he came for me.
He had me stand up, and we nuzzled a bit before he spun me around and untied me. I didn't think twice about losing my clothes and getting tied again. Somehow, this was feeling so comfortable!
I did my walk, and I enjoyed every step, and everything that went on in between. He brought me over to face Charlene. While I had been walking, between them the lovebirds had gotten Charlene's gag off. The man had no problem with that. I started to sit next to Charlene, but the man held me back, "Whoa, this time something a bit different. Charlene, spread your legs." She looked curious as she did as told, "Now slide your leg in between her's," he ordered me.
Umm... pussy-on-leg. How delicious! We girls wiggled into position and giggled a bit. The man got us started on the kissing and nuzzling, and we took over while he took care of Bell.
I was more than a bit distracted so I didn't see Bell walk. But I didn't hear any arguing or protesting when the man untied her, and a few minutes later she was snuggling in pussy-on-leg with Danielle. She was back to being part of the team.
The four of us... five of us, enjoyed ourselves in that odd arrangement for many minutes. The man circled us. He would grab the neck of one girl and the butt of the other and guide our nuzzling, and break in to do some personal nuzzling, then move to the other pair. Strange as this arrangement was, I was getting into it, and I was not alone. This room was smoking.
Then there was a small "ding", an alarm had gone off. Reluctantly, the man backed off and announced breathlessly, "Class time is up, ladies. Time to get ready to go home."
He took some more pictures, then he untied us and we slowly pulled apart. As we cooled down, we got quicker about putting our clothes on, and everything packed up again. He tied us and blindfolded us, "This is mostly for closure," he said, "You've seen me now."
"When will we see you again?" Bell asked as we were being tied.
"When you push on your choker three times," he said, then added, "I'd like to make this a weekly event."
By then we were all tied and blindfolded and he lead us one-by-one to his van. We got taken back to the bench at the cemetery. He left us there and we untied ourselves as the sound of his van faded away.
"That was quiet a lesson," Danielle said as we walked back to the parking lot.