Part 74 (1/2)

”Bring her back to say good-bye?” Christi pleaded.

”I've brought all of them back. Don't worry about that.”

”Can I go to Jane?”

”Of course, if you want to.” I told her gently.

With that, I gently guided Elizabeth out into the hallway, guiding her up the stairs towards the master bedroom. She followed the soft commands of my fingers obediently and slowly climbed the stairs in front of me. I cherished the view of her bare body as she moved. I wasn't going to have her much longer.

I shut the door behind us. I wasn't afraid of Jane or Christi coming upstairs to eavesdrop, nor did we particularly require the privacy. But it felt cozy, just the two of us.

I turned and Elizabeth was standing awkwardly in the center of the room, much like Amy had. She looked over at me.

”Can you take these things off me?” she asked quietly, rattling the chain on her handcuffs.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, gazing over her nudity.

She sighed, and sank to her knees, knowing what was expected of her. ”I guess not.” She murmured mostly to herself, in reference to her wrists being joined.

I sat and gazed at her. She wasn't a ravis.h.i.+ng beauty, but she exuded an inner beauty, and inner strength, a certain n.o.bility. All despite her submissive posture on her knees in front of me. And she certainly wouldn't be out of place in a bikini on the beach. She lowered her head and suffered my last inspection of her without complaint.

”Elizabeth?”

”Yes, master?” she relied in deference.

”You don't ...” I began and then realized that she simply didn't have any other t.i.tle or name by which to call me. I was going to tell her that the word ”master” wasn't necessary. But I had created a situation where it couldn't be avoided.

”Why do you keep us?” she asked quietly. ”If I can ask that.”

”I don't know, Elizabeth. I really don't know. I'm letting you go, now.”

”I know. I. I can hardly believe it. I'm. I'm sad in a way.”

”Me too. I like you.”

”I know. Can I ask why you won't let me out of the chains?”

”Because I like to watch you in them. Are they uncomfortable?”

”No. Beyond the humiliation of wearing them at all.” She rattled the bonds on her wrists again to make her point.

”I'll let you out of them soon. After we talk.”

She nodded slowly, her mind processing that she wouldn't be restrained much longer. A smile almost graced her features.

”Amy. I miss her,” she spoke slowly.

”I do too.”

”I'd like to know her in real life. And the others.”

I slowly shook my head. ”I'm really sorry. Unless you meet by chance, and that would be unlikely, I fear.”

”You could ...” Elizabeth began.

”Do you really want me meddling in your real lives?”

She closed her mouth and thought about it, unsure of herself suddenly. Finally, she closed her eyes and shook her head. I had no intention of meddling in their real lives, even had she agreed now to it. That would make me as bad as Mayer.

”What did Amy want?” she asked quietly.

I was thrown by the unexpected turn of the conversation. Females were good at that. I answered with a very intelligent ”Huh?”

She wore an exasperated expression, like I should have followed her leap of connectivity. She explained patiently, ”Amy. You were going to give us something we all wanted. What did she want?”

I couldn't see any harm in telling the girl. ”She didn't want anything. She wanted a kiss, and to say good-bye, but mostly she wanted to just go home.”

Elizabeth thought about that for a moment. ”I can see that. She really wanted out.”

I nodded as Elizabeth lapsed into silence kneeling there quietly and thinking. I watched her, but she showed no signs of continuing the conversation.

”Elizabeth?” I asked gently. ”What do you want?”

She looked up as though wakened from a dream. She began to say something. Something I couldn't make out then she took a breath and spoke.

”I can have anything? Anything at all?”

”No. You can have anything reasonable. Anything that isn't going to take a lot of time. And nothing that will hurt me or any of the other girls.”

She snorted. ”You think I'd want to hurt one of the other girls?”

I looked at her. ”No, but I just wanted to be clear.”

She thought for a moment. I was sure she'd known what she was going to ask for since I'd mentioned it. But now the time was here, and she was getting cold feet. Perhaps it was her lack of socks.

”I'm not going to remember any of this, am I?”

I shook my head.

She took a deep breath. She began slowly, and built up momentum, her words beginning to tumble from her lips near the end.

”You. You know that I'm not exactly the most ... um ... experienced girl that you took. Right? I mean, I may be the oldest, but that doesn't necessarily make me the most s.e.xually active. I. I've always been shy, and I've always avoided s.e.xual contact. I. I m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed. A lot. But that's it. I mean, I've had partners in real life. But nothing like you've shown me. I didn't even know that some people get turned on by these.” She rattled her hands. ”I didn't even know that I got turned on by these,” she whispered. ”You've opened my eyes. I've never felt any of these things before, and I'm afraid of losing them when you send me back. I've never had a multiple o.r.g.a.s.m, never been with women, never felt the rush of being in bondage. Even the whipping. I can't say I liked that, but I didn't hate it as much as I thought I would. Oh G.o.d. You are going to think I'm the biggest s.l.u.t ever.”

She collapsed into crying gently, her bound hands rising to her face.