We now had a plan. It wasn't simple, but it wasn't complex, either.
And it was now the night before it would happen. I was in bed with our man. He was now relaxing and I was cuddling up after our first in-bed frolic for the evening. The time was right: I popped him the really big question of the night.
"Do you want to take me before this happens, or after?"
He looked at me. I looked back and kissed him.
"Does this mean you're ready?" he confirmed.
I nodded, "I am... I guess... I've been half ready for a long time. Now, I guess, I'm more than half ready." I smiled, and kissed him again, "But do you think it will make a difference to the new girls? ...If I'm already 'your girl'?"
He thought for a while, "You brought it up. So I think it would."
He was right. I'd been thinking hard about this. And, I guess, it would to me. This situation is so crazy and out there it's hard to tell. But... he's right. I brought it up because I'd been thinking about it.
"OK," I said, "Let's hold off. But not for long. I'm ready now!" I kissed him and cuddled harder. But I didn't get to cuddle for long. This news got him excited again real fast! In a minute I was on my back and under him as he pleasured me again.
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What we planned was going to be a big event for these three girls, and the rest of us. We would be there, too. Danielle would let in not just our man, but all of us. We would, in essence, have our first meeting of this coven-to-be.
We waited outside with, of all things, a gym cover mat! I was just dying to see what that was going to be used for!
We got the call, and two minutes later we were at the door. Danielle was in her 'jammies as she let us in. "They are all upstairs, hogtied." she told us.
"Good work!" he said, then turned to us, "Ladies, you should be bound as well." We quickly got our hands tied, then we all went upstairs with our man lugging the mat. The girls were in a large TV room upstairs with two sofas and a carpet on the floor. The girls were on the floor, still hogtied.
They were speechless. This was, I'm sure, just too weird, just as it has been for us on our first time. The man sat us side by side in front of one of the sofas. He got the new girls on their knees in front of the other sofa, then let Bell explain what was going on.
"Ellen, Francine, Grace: I'm Bell. You are started on a wild adventure, something unlike you would dream of happening... until it happens. You, and the rest of us, are about to start a coven. We will all be a team, and we will all be supporting... our man." she looked at him, and he took up where she had left off.
"Part of getting this coven started is that you ladies must go through the initiation ritual that these other ladies have done already. You must be captured by me, then rescued and saved by me. Yes, it's crazy, but you'll get the drift. Is that not so, ladies?" We veterans all nodded in agreement.
At this point he unrolled the gym pad in the center of the floor.
"I'm going to release you ladies, one at a time. I will then capture you personally and tie you up again. This way you can feel me overwhelm you, and that will be the start of getting your instinctive thinking working in a new way, the right way to support this coven.
"Given your athletic and competitive natures, I suspect one or more of you are going to feel good about making this a sincere contest. That's fine. That's why I brought this mat. Now... who would like to be captured first?"
The three looked at each other, then Francine said, "I'll take you on first."
Francine was the beach volleyball player. She was medium in height, but packed a lot of muscle on those fair bones of her's.
Our man pulled her around on to the mat... man-handled her, if you will, and released her. She got up immediately and faced him in a fighting stance. She was quick and well balanced.
"This is bullshit." she declared confidently. Our man didn't wait to hear more. He moved in. He feinted; Francine let loose a ferocious kick at where he would have been, but he was beside it. He grabbed her upraised leg and simply tipped her on to the mat with it. He was on top of her and had her arms up over her head and top off in two seconds. Then he backed off and Francine rolled free to stand up again. This time she was not so confident.
But it didn't matter. The man rushed her again. This time he feinted for her face with one hand while the rest of him slid in behind her and grabbed her torso. She tried to kick his shin but he simply twisted her to one side and they were both down on the mat again. This time he kept her down and tied her. He stripped her, then tied her wrists and elbows behind her and finally her ankles. I'll give her credit, outside of some grunts and yelps she stayed quiet, she didn't get all helpless screamy. Our man didn't gag her. He just put her next to the sofa again, now kneeling, and naked, and tied by our man. She was now, perhaps for the first time, feeling her place in the primal sense. He admired her for a minute, then helped her get into that feeling some more by picking her up again and carrying her around the room, bound hand and foot, on his shoulder, then putting her back down by the sofa again. She accepted the carrying around quietly. Quietly made a whole lot of sense. All she would gain by a successful struggle was a crash six feet down to the floor, still bound.
"Next."
"Me." said Grace. She was tall, slim, and the swimmer. Our man let her loose and they faced each other on the mat. When the contest began Grace simply held her hands in front of her, crossed. She was no Francine. Our man gently spun her around, stripped her, and tied her standing, elbows and wrists. He turned her around again, lifted her on to his shoulder and carried her around as he had Francine. No surprise that she took it just as quietly. Finally, sat her by the sofa and tied her ankles. When he finished that he took some time to admire her face and breasts. She... took it like a lady?
Satisfied, he turned to Ellen, "Ready?" She nodded.
Ellen tried running. She feinted one way, then launched into a volleyball-style tumble headed for the stairs. I think she would have kept tumbling right down them... and likely broken her neck in my opinion! But as she came up from her first roll our man was right beside her and caught her with an arm across her chest and a hand in her lovely long hair. The tumbling ended, she stood up, he forced her to look straight up and he pinned her arms behind her, then he walked her back to the mat.
"Want to try again?" he asked as they got on it. She nodded no. "Arms up." She raised her arms, was stripped, and soon joined the other girls by the sofa.
"Now, ladies, the ritual." He put them through what he had put us through that crazy first afternoon, and explained what they had experienced. They also got their own chokers. That done, he untied their elbows so they would be more comfortable, and he set up a chair. He sat in it and said, "I will now let Bell continue explaining what the plan is."
While Bell explained we three took our turns on his lap. When he slapped us on the rump he said quietly, "Pick a lady to help out." I knelt next to Francine and rubbed up against her.
As Bell finished the first round of explaining he said to the new three, "Ladies while you digest what you've just heard, let's do some walking. Bell and the others will show you how that's done."
And we did. I was first in line. As I finished getting my pussy rub, he untied me so I could help Francine. I touched her nicely a few places and when her turn came said, "Come on." This was so strange for her, but she got the idea and did her walk with me beside her. She tolerated our man touching her and when she did I gave her a nice kiss of gratitude. By number three she was relaxing into that.
The new ladies walked and our first meeting drew to a close. He said, "Ladies this strange interlude for you draws to a close. In a minute we will be gone, leaving you to wonder about the reality of what you have just experienced. And you are, of course, invited to the next class." Our man hogtied the new ladies again, rolled up the gym mat, and we veteran ladies all walked downstairs again. There we got untied and ready to leave. Danielle would stay.
"Are you sure? They know you're one of us now. Will you be OK?" I asked.
"This won't be such a strange interlude if I leave. And I'll be OK. These are our sisters now. I can help explain things."
We walked out, she closed and locked the door behind us, the three of us headed for our man's place to do some more cuddling. As much as I was ready, this felt like an election night, and I was too curious about the results to be in the mood for consummating.