Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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I followed Kathy into the room. It was practically empty except for an old wooden desk and several folding chairs. Kathyg walked over to the desk and bent over it, her ass facing the door, her elbows resting on the stained wood desktop.

The policemen entered behind me, and seeing the adorable Kathy "assuming the position" without even being ordered to do so, immediately began removing their gunbelts. "Damn! I can sure use this!", one of them said, tossing his hat into one of the folding chairs. "God, what an ass! I get first's on the buttfuck," another one said, crudely.

Kathy looked back over her shoulder and smiled. Her hand moved between her legs, and I watched as her fingers slid inside herself. Suddenly, it was more than I could handle. "No! I'm sorry, but this isn't going to happen," I said, putting the coat back over Kathy's shoulders. "What the hell....," one of them said, obviously angry at my sudden change of tune. "Look, mister," the officer who had pulled us over said, "the dance was nice, but the little lady wants what we're about to give her, and a deal is a deal!"

I walked over to him. He was much larger than me, and he certainly had more buddies and more firepower. "You look, Officer. If I tell her to do it, my little Kathy will run out of this room screaming rape at the top of her lungs.

It just may be that all those other policemen out there are your buddies, I don't know. But I'd be willing to be there is someone in that room who would believe Kathy. But even if they didn't, I have an idea that my old roommate from college who is the Editor of the Roanoke Times now would find the whole story that we told him very interesting. Now, we can go through all that shit if you want, or you can count yourself lucky to have had a good time up to this point and get the fuck out of our way."

He stared at me, judging for himself whether I was serious or not. Kathy walked up to me and took my arm. "I scream even better than I dance," she said, smiling. "Well, shit!", he said, stepping to the side, and allowing us to pass.

Neither of us looked back until we were in the car and on the highway again. We drove for several miles before either of us even spoke. "Pretty gutsy, Master," she said, softly, laying her hand on my thigh. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't let them do it. I thought I could, but I couldn't," I replied, still not taking my eyes off the road. "I'll make it up to you." "No. There's nothing to make up for. You couldn't have done anything that would have made me happier." "But I know you wanted it." "As long as I thought you wanted me to want it, I did. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?" "You didn't really want them all to do you?" "It would have been exciting, I guess. No, I know it would have been exciting. But what excites me more than anything is doing what you want me to do, whatever that is, even if it is NOT doing something like that. And especially when you say no like you did back there." "Maybe another time, another place...I don't know." "It's okay. I understand. Is the Times Editor really your old college roommate?" "Not that I know of. We could buy a paper and check to see, but I really doubt it. Do you really scream better than you dance?" "When we get back to the cabin you can take me out to that tree in the woods and find out for yourself." "Now you're talking!", I replied, but even as I said the words, I knew there would be no whipping post for Kathy that day.

What I wanted was to hold her, to hold her more closely than I ever had before. "Remember, bitch," Cindi said spitefully, as she tightened the ropes that bound Janet to the railing of the deck, "if you tell him where we've gone, or even how long we've been gone, we'll get even with you? Understand?"

Janet grunted a yes through the panty-gag they had stuffed in her mouth. "I don't know if we should leave her here like this or not,

Cindi," Sandy replied, a touch of concern in her voice. "Suppose they don't come back until tomorrow? Who knows what could happen to her out here all alone?" "She stood it just fine when she was tied to the tree in the woods, didn't she? Quit worrying about it and get your bag. We're out of here!"

Sandy wasn't really sure exactly what had made Cindi decide so suddenly to leave the cabin, or what motivated her to force her to go with her, but she wasn't going to argue. Not now, anyway.

Maybe she should be upset by Master Wade's fondness and obvious partiality to Kathy, like Cindi said. It wouldn't hurt for her to have a bit more time to think about it all, anyway, and she had to admit that she found Cindi very exciting sexually. A few days alone with her wouldn't be all that bad. Not after she calmed down a bit, anyway.

Janet raised her head as much as possible and watched them walk up the long driveway. She was glad to see them go, even if it did mean she had to be left in this condition. Cindi was spiteful and ugly from the start, not sweet like Kathy or even Sandy.

Staying tied like this outdoors wouldn't be any worse than worrying about what Cindi would do to her next. "You're heading back for the cabin?", Kathy asked, realizing the direction they were driving. "I thought you wanted to go into the city?" "I did. Maybe we can do that tomorrow. Somehow I just want to get back there and let some of this morning's excitement become history. Not that I didn't enjoy your dance, you understand. You really surprised me. Where did you learn to dance like that?" "When I was sixteen my father paid for a stripper to come to the house every Wednesday and coach me," she said. "Really? Your father did?" "No, I was kidding," she said, grinning that kind of grin that made any serious Master start thinking of paddles and crops and cats of nine tails.

I rolled my eyes and glanced out the driver's window. "Actually, it all came pretty naturally. Surprised me. And,

I even enjoyed it. A little bit, anyway." "In other words, you're not sure if I want you to say you enjoyed it or not, so you're hedging your bets?" "No, that's not it at all. I just mean that I enjoyed it most when the guys were touching me." "You know that trip to the tree in the woods is beginning to sound more and more exciting to me," I said, reaching over and pinching her nearest nipple as hard as I could. "Ouch! Okay, okay! You want the real truth? Is that what you want my darling Master?," she said, her voice dripping with sugar. "The real truth sounds very refreshing, actually," I said, releasing her nipple and dropping my hand to her leg. "It's very simple. I've simply watched a great many movies, some of which had strippers in them. I like to dance anyway, but that's the first time I ever tried taking my clothes off at the same time. Was I really pretty good?" "Much better than I thought you'd be, frankly. I must take you dancing sometime, assuming you'll leave your clothes on." "Well, I guess that's up to you, Master. But yes, I'd love to go dancing." "And did you like for the men to touch you?" "You just have to know, don't you?"

I turned my head and just smiled at her. "Yes. I liked it." "Good. Maybe when we get back to the cabin I'll let the girls touch you enough to satisfy your unresolved desire." "I'd like that, Master. I'd like that a lot."

I wasn't particularly surprised to see Janet bound to the railing and gagged, as we drove down the long driveway. I did wonder where the other two girls were, but it didn't occur to me that they might have left. Kathy showed no sign of surprise either, her only remark having something to do with Janet's ass. I barely heard her make the comment, because it came just at the time

I realized that Sandy and Cindi had gone. "Well, that's odd. Un-gag her, Kathy. I don't see anyone else here, and it looks like their bags are gone too."

Kathy removed the panties from Janet's mouth. "They aren't coming back, Master," Janet said, breathing deeply now that her mouth was finally free of the soaked panties. "How long have you been out here like this?," Kathy asked, as she began untying her. "I'm not sure, but I think it's only been a couple of hours.

I didn't know if the two of you would be back before nightfall or not. But I'm glad you are." "Are you going after them, Master?," Kathy asked. "No. Let them go. I won't chase them. What happened,

Janet?" "I'm not sure. They talked a lot about how you and Kathy left together. I think it made Cindi more jealous than it did Sandy, but after a while she must have talked about it enough that it got to Sandy too. They tied me up, and I thought they were going to spank me or whip me, because they went back in the house together.

I waited, but when they did come out they had their luggage, and they walked away and didn't come back." "Well, we won't worry about it. We haven't had any lunch,

Janet, and I guess you haven't either. How about you and Kathy fixing us something? I'm really hungry."

The girls went back into the cabin and and I sat on the bench on the deck, thinking over the day's events. It had been a frustrating day. Nothing had gone as I had planned for it to, and now half our little party had left without a word of explanation.

It had all started out nicely, perhaps too nicely, I thought to myself. Maybe it was too much to expect four women and one man to get along together. Heck, it was hard enough for one woman and one man to get along together, sometimes. Or two women, for that matter.

Kathy walked back out onto the deck and sat down beside me. "Janet can take care of the rest. You look like you could use some company." "I can always use your company, Kathy," I said. "You know, I guess I made a mistake in trying to have so many people here for the week." "Oh, I don't know about that. Everything went nicely up until now. Maybe you just planned our little party to last too many days." "No, I think I was greedy. I think I was too stupid to think about other people's feelings. I just blew it." "Yea, I guess you did. You just made a mistake." "What?", I asked, increduously. "I said, I guess you made a mis..." "I heard you!" "But you said it first, Master," she said, grinning that grin at me again. "What I said was, you exceptionally wonderful and sexy, but devastatingly frustrating WOMAN, that I blew it. YOU said I made a mistake."

Janet looked through the kitchen windows onto the deck, grinning at the active debate going on between us. She was sure it was a debate, because she knew that no one ever argued with Master

Wade. Unless of course...well, unless of course, it was Kathy.

The End