We dressed the next morning, but I decided to wear something different. Instead of my flimsy dress and panties, I searched the rope bag and found a short, wide, leather belt. I fastened it around my neck and wore it as a collar. I was feeling like a happy sex-slave girl, so I dressed like one. Maria and Jenny said not a word. When we walked into the living room for breakfast, Arnold didn’t say anything, either. But he got a wolfish grin on his face, and he motioned for me to come over. When I did, he bent me over backward and gave me a big, long, showy Hollywood kiss. He kissed my lips, and then he worked down my neck around the collar. It tickled, and I giggled. While I was still bent over backward, he moved his hand all over my front side and said, “Hmm, I don’t have to ask how you’re feeling today!”
Yeah, he was fun to be sexy with.
He tied us up, and we paraded over to the scale for our daily checkup. We were all happy that we’d lost a pound or two over the last couple days. And Arnold was now pretty overt about feeling us up for our physical. He still used the stethoscope, but he also used his hands and lips a lot to check us out. I wasn’t the only one who got Hollywood kisses.
At breakfast, I found myself playing with his hair, and I got an idea.
“Can I give you a haircut?”
“I don’t know, can you?” he replied.
“Can I try?”
“Uh oh! You want me to put the life and happiness of my hair in your neophyte hands? Well … yeah, we can try that. Why don’t you research what you need?”
“Ladies, it’s makeover time!” I announced.
“Whoa! Not yet it isn’t! That’s the afternoon project. You will have an army of bushes yet to defeat this morning.”
Yikes! I now deeply appreciated the implications of lush when a writer talked about lush greenery. But that morning, we finally finished the trimming, and the other yard projects looked as if they would be a lot less time-consuming and hazardous to my arms and legs.
At lunch, Arnold looked a bit clouded. “Ladies, I have news. Ms. Evelyn has apparently gotten wind of our experiment and taken an interest in it. She will be coming for a visit tomorrow night. Tonight, Jimmy will be coming.”
“Jimmy’s coming tonight?” said Maria in a kind of nervous way.
“I thought you would enjoy that,” said Arnold. “I can call him and tell him there’s been a change in schedule.”
“No, don’t do that. I’d like to see him. I think he’s nice. But I’m not sure I can handle him as smoothly as Jenny handled Billy. She’s much better with men than I am.”
Jenny gave a short laugh. “Says who? I’ve always thought you were better than I was.”
Arnold got between them and said, “It won’t be difficult to arrange that you stay in sight. Is that what you would like? A closer chaperoning? That’s certainly part of the traditional instinct.”
“I’d like that, and I’d like more of a dress to wear. I feel so … naked in our flimsies. I feel comfortable around you in one now, but I wouldn’t be comfortable out on the porch with Jimmy. I really hardly know him, and I don’t know him well enough to know I could control how his instinct would flower.”
Arnold laughed a friendly laugh. “So be it. We’ll make arrangements for a more suitable dress after my haircut today.”
The he got serious again. “Back to Ms. Evelyn. I don’t think she’s coming to give a show of support to this effort.”
We ladies all nodded in agreement to that.
“And given her propensity to be a high-profile populist professor, it’s likely she will try to scandalize this program and get it shut down. I was hoping to have more concrete results before I had to face her on this subject, but it seems that’s not to be.”
“What can we do?”
“You can do a lot. This program really hinges on the hypothesis that you have an instinct that is beneficial to allow to flower—the sexy-submissive instinct. So, there are two issues that must be decided: One, is there such an instinct, and two, is it doing you ladies (and the community) good when we work at letting it flower?
“What you can do is voice your support for both elements of the hypothesis. If you feel that both elements of the hypothesis are true and you say so, that will take steam out of Ms. Evelyn’s most likely attack on this program—that you ladies have learned nothing and that I’m being an old lecher by keeping you here in these conditions. Her second attack will be that you are learning the wrong things to adapt well to modern society. That attack is less powerful. That can be easily debated ad nauseam.
“So, the question is … can you ladies convince Ms. Evelyn and whomever she brings that you have not been brainwashed and that you are learning something useful that you would not be able to learn by more conventional teaching methods? Think about that as you study today.”
Even after we finished with the bushes, the yard work continued to be heavily physical and heavily outdoorsy. We planted and mowed and pushed and hauled. One difference, though, was that Arnold would now “ambush-kiss” us every so often. We’d be working hard, and he’d come up to one of us and lead us away to the shade and then smooch us for about five minutes and then lead us back as if nothing had happened. There were no terrible consequences springing from the ambush-kissing, so it felt really good to be appreciated for being so sexy that a man wanted to do that to us.
Maria liked to fight him off. When he came for her, she’d push him away and tell him no and then run away a couple steps and turn around to fight him off some more when he came for her. He’d run after her. He’d hold up a hand and let her punch it. As she did, he'd duck behind her, grab her by the waist, and manhandle her toward the shade. He said it was okay to fight him off until he got a hold on us or started carrying us. That was his signal that he was tired of the protesting and wanted submission. Our signal to him that he was hurting or being too aggressive was to say, “Ouch,” or, “No,” three times fast. I was amazed at how rarely we did that, and it wasn’t that Arnold was that gentle. It was that when we got turned on, we seemed to get a lot tougher, and Arnold knew we would.
After lunch, Arnold got his makeover. It was lots of fun, fussing over him, and he thoroughly enjoyed it, too. He wouldn’t let us use much cosmetics on ourselves, but he let us mousse his hair and even powder his face a little.
He said, “Make me look like a cowboy, because after this, we are going horseback riding.” So we did.
We got to wear boots, jeans, and shirts for our adventure with the horses, but no bras. I thought the stable boy liked what he saw, and we were happy to give him some sunshine. And I knew for sure that our riding instructor did. He was most gallant about helping us up and down from our horses. That was turning out to be one of the nice things about this instinct. Now that we were paying attention to what it was suggesting we learn, we could apply it to many more places than just boyfriends. And it seemed that lots of kinds of people liked it when we showed off what we were learning.
When we came back from riding, we had our group shower again. Gosh, I enjoyed that! But what it was really doing was setting me afire for the evening’s festivities and the touch of Arnold in particular. I couldn’t wait to hop in bed with him. Did I just say that? But it was true. I really liked him, and I liked feeling those manly arms wandering up and down my hot, willing body. But that was not the curious part. The curious part was that I wondered if I wanted our relation to go on with this same intensity after this community service ended. Maybe so. I thought my instinct was saying, “Yes, yes, yes!” in a seriously strong way. This was what probably happened when you let an instinct flower.
We were all a little nervous for Maria that night, but things went better than expected. She got to wear a long, modest dress, and she looked really good in it. Jimmy sure thought so. I thought his camera would never stop flashing. We had moved the bench from the corner where you couldn’t see it to a spot where it could be watched from inside. Marci and Jimmy spent about thirty minutes there, and then she nodded to us and walked them over to the out-of-sight spot. When they came back, she still looked modest, and they both looked very happy. After five minutes of group conversation, Jimmy finally remembered to shoot some pictures of the rest of us, so I was pretty sure Maria had left a big impression on him.
That evening, I decided to be a huge tease. Like I said, I had a glow that wouldn’t quit. So, I got into only my collar before we were tied up for our evening lesson, and I sat with my legs under me on the sofa. Whenever Arnold looked at one of the other girls, I’d spread my legs. When he looked back at me, I'd quickly close them together.
I mean, how cheap, teasing, and simple could you get? But amazingly, it worked. Arnold started getting distracted. He finally walked over to me and gave me a ferocious kiss. He bent my neck back so my face pointed straight up as we kissed. Then he pushed it way forward so my chest was on my knees. While I was bent over, he looped a rope around my wrists, fastened it to my collar, and pulled my wrists up to my bra line.
“That should hold you,” he said.
He was breathing a little heavily as he said it, and I was thrilled into speechlessness it felt so good! Was I really getting a little beyond the lesson plan? Was I being sexier and more submissive than he had expected? That felt exciting, too.
Tying my arms high did nothing about my legs, but making me a bit more helpless turned me on even more, so I kept up the teasing. Arnold was teaching us more about the instinct, but what I remember was his getting more and more distracted. It was so funny … and fun. Finally, he came over again, kissed me hard, and tied my knees together.
“That will fix your wagon, you sexy little minx,” he said.
Well, now I was pretty helpless … except I could still shake my tits! I was giggling near uncontrollably. It wasn’t long before he came over again. This time, he tied my collar to my knees and pulled them together. My tits got kind of squished in between, so I couldn’t shake them anymore. Then, just to complete the symmetry and make everything stop moving, he undid the rope from my wrists to my neck and tied it between my wrists and my ankles instead. It now crossed over my butt and my crotch, and he made sure it was tight enough to press both well.
“Try shaking something while you’re ball-tied, sweetie,” he said triumphantly. I experimented. This tie really had me balled up; nothing moved but my neck and my lungs.
The good news was once he tied me that way, he sat beside me and let one hand slide over my body. I managed to get my head into his lap, and I couldn’t wait for bedtime.
Oh, and Maria was very happy with how things went with Jimmy. She thought he was super and quite a gentleman.
“Good. What you are all experiencing is a powerful side effect of letting the sexy-submissive instinct flower. You are falling seriously in love … including Miss Cheap-Tease-Ball-Tie, here.”
He gave me a pinch on my rear.
I struggled a bit and said, “You think so, you hunk?”
“If you’re calling me a hunk, I know so, sweetie.”
The way he said it made it clear he was not critical or upset, and I was too glowing inside to think otherwise.
“The reason I’m telling you this is that when we finish this experiment, you’re going to experience some withdrawal. You’re going to go through some ‘puppy love’ syndrome. Expect it. Don’t be discouraged by it. Don’t get upset at it, and don’t get angry with the person you have been falling for. Go find someone you really want to love and turn on to them. You know how now.”
“And what if we really want to turn on you?” I said as I rubbed his lap with my head. I could feel something between his legs.
“In your case, it’s your lucky day … because I really want to be turned on by you.”
“Meaning what?” I said as I looked up at him.
“Meaning—” He lifted me up so I was in a sitting position beside him, my arms still behind me, my knees still pressing against my chest, and the rope still holding my wrists to my ankles. He gave me another long, sloppy kiss and continued, “I want you to be turned on by me for a long time to come. I want you to be my sex slave and my wife and the mother of my children.”
Could he really be saying these things to me? Could I really be so incredibly thrilled to hear them? Could I really be getting proposed to while I was naked and ball-tied, facing a man I had known for less than a week? Could I seriously be considering saying, “Yes, I do.”
Whoa! That last part came out loud—the “yes, I do” part, and I giggled. I didn’t know where that answer came from inside me, but it sure seemed right. My whole body felt it was right. I reached out and kissed him again.
“Yes, I do,” I said again.
“And there you see the power of this instinct when it is unleashed,” he said. “And this is why the Ms. Evelyns of the world fear letting it loose.”
He was talking about me like I was a lab rat, but I didn’t mind. I was in his arms, and he wanted me to stay there for a long time.
After evening discussion, we all played again on the water bed. I really wanted Arnold inside me, even if it meant doing it in front of my friends, but he kept putting me off.
“Slow down a little, tiger. There’s a lot of time for pure bliss down the road.”
Instead, he put his fingers in me, and that was good and satisfying for a while. But I was not satisfied for long. This instinct had unleashed a lot of hunger in me.
But as it turned out, “daddy knew best,” as we would unexpectedly find out tomorrow night.