Combining Business and Pleasure 9

When the cabin door fell shut, Babette knew that now, it was time for what she called the »moment of truth«. Up to now, John had played the game of a handsome and charming man flirting with a pretty girl, trying to seduce her. He had played it quite well, and Babette had been willing participant and not just an observer. Now, however, he would have to reveal if he was more than just a charming façade.

John now looked into his cupboard before turning back to her, in his hand a folded sweater.

»I am afraid you followed a liar, Babsi! I promised you to choose from my pullovers, and now, it turns out that I should have used the singular, for I only brought one!«

At least, it was not the usual approach, and so, she joined the game, covering her mouth with her hand.

»Mr. Beauregard, I am shocked! What keeps me from leaving this room immediately?«

John unfolded the pullover.

»Well, you could at least see if it fits you!«

»Does he really want to put it on me?«, she wondered and raised her arms. John dropped the sweater, gently grabbed her wrists and then started to kiss her arm, slowly wandering down from her wrist to her elbow.

»What are you doing?«, she breathed with a mixture of amusement, curiosity and anticipation as his mouth now brushed over her upper arm.

»Following my mother’s advice – enjoying whatever a pretty girl offers to me deliberately!«

She shivered when he now kissed and licked her armpit, feeling how this caress sent tingles through her upper body. His other hand brushed down her arm and started to caress her neck. Babette sighed and stretched her body.

»So, what are you considering as offered deliberately?«

»Whatever isn’t covered, of course!«, John replied, and his tongue traced the seam of her dress under her arm. Babette stepped out of her pumps and rubbed her foot on his leg, and indeed, John went on one knee, took her foot and kissed her toes whilst his fingers massaged her heel.

He slowly went up her calf, and when she felt his finger at the back of her knee, Babette let herself sink back onto the bed and raised her leg, so her dress slid up her thigh. John kissed her inner thigh, and Babette’s breath accelerated. She grabbed her dress’s skirt and lifted it further, so his mouth only stopped at the very top of her thigh, at the lace trimming of her black silk panties. His hands explored her hips and buttocks, but still, he respected the border her panties set. Babette now felt a bit impatient, and though she knew that this was exactly his intention, she asked:

»What did your mother tell you about helping a girl?«

She bent forward and took his hands, letting him help her to stand up, though he seemed to feel sorry as the dress fell over her thighs. Stepping so close her breasts brushed over his chest, she led his hands to her back.

»This zipper has a tendency to jam!«

His hand brushed down her back, opening the zipper in the progress, and when Babette stepped back a little, the flimsy strapless dress slid down to her ankles. Aided by the hand at the small of her back, she arched backwards, and her bare breasts pointed at him.

»That could indeed be called deliberately!«

He cupped her right breast, and whilst he kneaded it rather roughly, even trapping her nipple between two fingers and squeezing it, so Babette felt a slight, though blissful pain, his mouth on her other side was tender and soft lips and a nimble tongue explored her left breast. The contrast felt exciting, and Babette once again sank to the bed, pulling John with her. Now, he had two hands to knead her boobs, adjusting to her breathing, whilst his mouth tried to please both her nipples. Babette had closed her eyes, moaning and writhing, and she tugged and ripped on John’s shirt, tugging it from his trousers and unbuttoning it.

Somehow, she had been successful in removing it, for when Babette looked up as John’s mouth wandered down to her belly button, he was naked from the waist up. She chortled when she felt his tongue dart into her belly button, and then, she watched him through her bent, splayed legs as he took off his remaining clothes.

»Whatever might ruin this evening, it will not be erectile dysfunction!«, she thought, and she reached for the waistband of her panties.

»My Mom gave me the advice to never sleep in moist clothes!«

She raised her legs over her head, so she thrust her butt and pelvis against him, and slowly pulled down the garment. When she had exposed her middle, John took over and slid along her legs, taking the black piece of silk from her.

»Your mother is a wise woman – these were really moist!«

He now held her knees, and Babette panted, feeling aroused by the way he stared at her. He bent forward, and when his face was close to her middle, she started playing with his hair.

»Now, there’s one last question!«, he whispered, his mouth so close she could feel his warm breath on her labia, »Will this last door open by persuasion – or will I need a ram?«

Babette gasped when he started kissing her moist flesh, and she reared up when his tongue entered her. He pushed his hands under her buttocks, lifting her a little, and Babette writhed and moaned under his caresses, until she could not hold it any longer.

»Ram!«, she yelled, »Ram! Please, oh my God, ram!«

***

Johanna felt in a turmoil of feelings. There was fear, of course: she was bound and gagged, and kept prisoner by a man who had committed criminal acts. Also, Sato had left no doubt that he would do terrible things to her, too. She could see the camera on the desk, and she knew that sooner or later, she would have to give in.

»I can’t stand this forever! In the end, I will have to do it!«

So, Johanna felt also embarrassment, but the third emotion was the most confusing: she felt somehow secure. Her eyes fell on Sato sleeping beside her. His hand rested on her belly, and it slightly moved over the smooth silk of her camisole, stopped either by the ropes pinning her elbows to her sides, or the one tied around her waist. In one of her novels, her heroine had been in a similar situation, and there, she had compared the man’s hand to a spider. Now, however, the touch was almost comfortable.

Further down, covered by the thin bed sheet, she sensed something that was comfortable. Like so many women, Johanna suffered from cold feet, and when Sato’s feet had touched hers, he had sensed that. Without a word, and ignoring her slight protest, he had taken her feet between his, rubbing over them and keeping her warm.

»I will definitely have to add this to the mitigating circumstances when it comes to a trial!«, She thought, and she pressed her feet closer against Sato’s.

***

When at midnight, Yema approached the entrance of the closed gym, Sammy was already waiting there. She had worked her regular shift and afterwards slept for a few hours, but now, they had to take care of their second guest.

Once they opened the door, their eyes fell upon the black double bass case lying on one of the mats. It was rocking slightly, and from inside, they could hear moans and faint bumping.

Not far away, Hannah was obviously unaware of her company, as her chest was heaving regularly, causing the clothespins on her nipples to tremble. So, the blindfold and earphones were indeed effective.

Sammy opened the case, and the lid popped open, with Suzette’s upper body raising like a Jack in the box. She looked sweaty and dishevelled, and she stared at Sammy and Yema with widened eyes over the mask of grey duct tape sealing her lips.

»Hhhrrrmmmmm! Uuuhmmmmmm! Mmmhhmmmph!«

The two just watched her in silence, and Suzette soon got exhausted and stopped moaning. Yema could see that the redhead had a temper and would not go down without a fight, but she also would not be a real challenge.

»Welcome to your new life, Susi!«

On her gesture, Sammy approached the girl, reached under her armpits and raised her up, holding her so she could stand on her feet. When she spotted Hannah, tied naked, gagged, blindfolded and with clamped nipples on the training bench, she screamed through her gag.

»You see, we know how to handle renitent guests! And now, with two of you, we have to be even stricter! So, you better think twice before you disobey our orders!«

»Uuhhmph!«

Sammy now lifted the girl by her armpits and carried her onto a mat, waiting until she could stand without help. Yema now stepped in front of her. She wore her usual frock, and she now showed the gun to Suzette who let out a whimper.

»Now, this is not a prank, Susi! But as long as you do what we say, you will be treated leniently! Now, let’s get through the formalities!«

She reached for a clipboard and a pen.

»Sammy will now remove your bonds and gag, but please, don’t see this as an invitation to scream or try to escape! Okay?«

Suzette, scared to death and desperate to get the vile tasting wad from her mouth, nodded, and Sammy wound the tape from her mouth. Then, he plucked the two pairs of panties, and when he let them dangle in front of her eyes, Suzette shuddered from nausea.

»At least, it were your own!«, Yema stated before looking at the clipboard.

»Now, whilst Sammy removes your bonds, please just tell me if these stats are correct: you are Suzette Bonhomme, 19, 5’6’’-«

»P-please, what is – Ouch!«

Suzette made a little jump forward when Sammy, who was just freeing her wrists, slapped her on her buttocks three times. Yema calmly said:

»Next time, it will be one slap for each letter you are saying without permission!«

A few times, Suzette’s mouth opened and closed, and a faint croak came out, but obviously, she had understood the lesson. When her wrists were free, she rubbed over her tingling buttocks, and she did not protest when Sammy reached under her dress to free her knees and ankles.

Yema repeated the facts from the clipboard, and this time, Suzette just nodded. The Chinese let her eyes wander over her.

»Remove your hairpins!«

Some of these had already come loose during her struggles, and so, Suzette obeyed, handing the pins to Sammy to whom she then also had to hand her jewellery.

»Now, the dress!«

»No!«, Suzette gasped, and then, she had to thank God that the word only had two letters. Yema shook her head.

»It seems that Sammy will have to use the cane the next time!«

Chuckling, the man reached for a bamboo rod and let it swish through the air. Suzette shrieked; then, she slowly started to reach for the zipper at the back of her dress. So far, this wasn’t too terrible – she was wearing bra and panties, and in the afternoon, dozens of people had seen her in a bikini. However, when she glimpsed at the naked other woman, she was sure that this would not be the end of it.

»Slender, even petite«, Yema murmured and wrote it down.

»Now, remove your bra, and when you have given it to Sammy, you will announce your bra size!«

Suzette gasped, and Sammy playfully tipped at her buttocks with his cane. The girl reached behind her back, opened the clasps and took of her bra, hanging it to the tip of the cane Sammy held towards her. He looked at the white garment whilst Yema ordered:

»Hands on your hips! And now, tell us your bra size!«

Suzette obeyed, taking her arms from her bare breasts. Her cheeks reddened as she announced:

»32B!«

Yema wrote that down, too. Then, she ordered Suzette not to move.

»Sammy will now touch you, but it’s just for the statistics!«

The man stepped behind her, and Suzette panted, trying to oppress the urge to yell, when he cupped her breasts and kneaded them. Yema let him do so for some two minutes before she made him stop. To Suzette’s relief, he obeyed immediately.

»All natural – and if I may add, she has got lovely small rosy buds!«

»Oh, I am sure that our customers can see that on the photos!«, Yema chuckled, and Suzette trembled at the implication.

»Now, for one last thing – it’s your choice, Susi! Either remove your panties by yourself, or put your hands behind your back, so Sammy will do it!«

Obviously, there was no third option, and Suzette reached for the waistband. She could still feel Sammy’s pranks on her breasts, and she didn’t want to be touched by him again. So, she slowly pulled the white plain cotton briefs down her legs whilst Sammy stared at her slightly reddened buttocks. Yema meanwhile stepped closer and took notes.

»Pubic hair not shaved, but trimmed – natural redhead!«

As a last humiliation, Suzette had to pick up the panties with her toes and hand it to Sammy who deliberately held his hand high whilst staring on her middle. Then, they produced two pairs of upholstered handcuffs and tied her ankles with one of them, at least allowing Suzette to cover her pubic mound with her hands. Sammy then brought a gag mask similar to Hannah’s, wedged the nerf ball into the girl’s mouth and then buckled the straps at her nape. Yema looked at the girl and asked whether she needed to go to the toilet, and Suzette, feeling exhausted from fear and embarrassment, shook her head.

»All right! That’s all for now!«

Sammy cuffed her hands behind her back, exposing her nude front, and then, she had to walk over to the training bench, until she stood in front of the big dumbbell Hannah’s ankles were strapped to. She involuntarily stared at the strip of brown pubic hair, and then, she got even closer to that as she was forced to kneel and to sit on her heels. Sammy freed one ankle, only to recuff it once he had threaded the chain through her handcuffs. Reflexively, Suzette parted her thighs a bit to better keep balance.

Yema now took a rope and slung it around the girl’s chest, above her breasts, and pushed the ends under her arms so she could knot them off between her shoulders. Then, she fixed the rope to the dumbbell bar, so Suzette could not leave her position between Hannah’s legs.

»Now, try to relax a bit, for tomorrow will be quite straining!«

Having said so, they left the girls alone.

***

Babette had only climaxed once, but it had been fulfilling, and so, cuddled against John and in sweet postcoital languor, she had dozed off, only to now wake up to the scent of coffee. She opened her eyes and blinked, seeing the man stir some insta coffee in a cup.

»Good morning, sleeping beauty! You want some, too, or just a kiss?«

He kissed her lips, and Babette yawned and stretched, feeling him look at her lifting breasts.

»How late is it?«

John, the cup in his hand, returned to the bed, and Babette cuddled against his chest. Then, she saw the watch on the nightstand.

»5 am? Are you kidding me?«

He sipped from his coffee, and now, Babette also wanted to taste some. It tasted not too pleasing, and she proposed:

»How about trying to sleep until 7, and then let the cabin service get us some real coffee, plus maybe some ham and eggs! I am starving!«

»Sounds as if you burnt a few calories last night«, John commented with a grin that showed he considered himself responsible for that. Then, his expression became serious.

»Babsi, as much I would love to have breakfast in bed with you, I think for our plan, it is necessary Conradi thinks you stayed in your own bed.«

She had to admit he was right. Then, she sat up and bent over John, so her breasts touched his chest. He placed the cup on his nightstand and looked up to her, dishevelled, smelling from sweat and beautiful.

»Conradi gets up at 6, but he usually does some online business until he and his wife attend breakfast at 8. So, he won’t need my services before 9!«

He smiled and reached for her boobs, holding them as she swung her leg over him.

***

At about the same time, Johanna woke up from Sato beside her sitting up, thus moving the mattress. When he noticed her open eyes, he apologized.

»Sorry, I am an early-riser! You may sleep on if you like!«

Johanna shook her head, chuckling into her gag from the absurdity of that offer. She couldn’t even turn to the wall and pull the sheet over her head. Sato rose and turned on the water cooker.

»I am afraid that breakfast will be a bit frugal!«

He quickly left for the bathroom; then, he untied Johanna who, when given the option to either remain gagged or him coming with her, chose the first and also entered the bath. Here, her eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror, and she gasped: her nipples, piercing through the flimsy cloth, were hard and erect, though it hadn’t been cold. She went for the toilet, and when she peeled down her panties, she could see a wet spot on the front panel. Blushing, she now remembered that after a while, the crotch rope hadn’t felt bad, and that it had caused a slight tingle.

Blushing all over, she took off the camisole and put on her bra and dress again, to cover these treacherous signs. Seeing no perfume, she also sprayed a little deodorant on her crotch before she returned to the bedroom.

Here, Sato had tried his best to prepare an appealing breakfast. Two cups were placed on a tray on which he had also placed two chocolate and a cereal bar, plus an apple cut into slices. When he saw she had dressed up, he seemed slightly disappointed.

»So, no breakfast in bed?«

He led her to the armchair, and when he tied her wrists behind the backrest, Johanna could imagine herself lying in the bed, bound and gagged, and the sheet covering her from her toes to her nose, so the cabin service could enter without noticing her bondage.

Sato ungagged her and when she was able to speak again, he asked her whether she preferred coffee or tea. Then, he prepared two cups of coffee, with milk and sugar for her, black for him. Johanna couldn’t help giggling when he blew on her cup.

»I am restrained, not disabled!«

For the first time since her honeymoon, Johanna then got her breakfast fed, and the experience was strange, but not scary. Reality only struck when she asked Sato if he was eating nothing.

»I will have breakfast at the dining hall!«

After she was finished, Sato looked at his watch.

»5:30 – and Mr. Conradi expects me at 8! Usually, I would attend the pool now, but that would mean you’d have to be bound and gagged even longer!«

Johanna gulped at his matter-of-fact way of stating she was still his prisoner. Sato pointed at the camera on the desk.

»If you want to be set free, we could do the pictures right now!«

She vigorously shook her head. Then, she focussed him.

»Sato – why are you doing this? I mean, you are so kind on the one side, but then, you are still keeping me captive and-«

»Kant!«, he replied, and for a second, Johanna thought he had insulted her.

»Immanuel Kant, one of your philosophers. He said that when it comes to duty and passion, a man can enjoy it if both are the same – but if they are different, he always has to choose duty! To a Japanese, this is quite an appealing sight!«

»Duty«, Johanna repeated, and now, Sato seemed slightly concerned.

»No, Johanna-San – having breakfast here with you is passion! Not being allowed to let you go whenever you want is duty!«

So, she was passion for this man. Johanna looked at him for a while as he was sitting on his chair beside her. Then, she spontaneously raised her legs and placed her feet on his lap.

»Since we obviously have to pass some time until the – inevitable – would you consider it your duty to raise my passion with another foot massage?«

Sato smiled and took her feet in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her soles.

»I would actually consider it a passion – but if it raises your passion even more to think that I am just doing my duty, feel free to do so! I will even put up a face as if touching your lovely feet is the most disgusting thing I have ever done!«

This time, Johanna’s giggle had not the slightest hysteria in it.

***

Suzette was a petite woman, and thus, not much weight pulled on the rope running through her armpits and fixing her to the horizontal bar above her head. She had struggled when her captors had left, but soon found out her bondage was simple but effective. With her ankles tied to her wrists, she could not raise from the ground or do more than shuffle within the little radius the rope left her. And though they were upholstered, the cuffs were tight and unyielding.

The gag was also only an improvement as it was no longer her worn panties stuffing her mouth, but a giant nerf ball. It reduced her screams to throaty groans, and the leather cup encasing her mouth and chin prevented her from working it out of her oral cavity. Suzette would remain bound and gagged until her captors would return.

Forced to remain still and quiet, she had thought in what clutches she had fallen, and the answer was simple and terrifying: they were White Slavers. Their mentioning of »customers«, their fixation on the intimate details of her body, her stripping, all hinted to that.

She looked down at the other woman she could not recognize under the gag and sleeping mask. During her struggles, Suzette had occasionally touched her, and she had also mewed and squirmed, but now, she had obviously accepted that Suzette had not come to her rescue. Since both women were gagged, and the brunette was also wearing noise-cancelling earphones, they could not even communicate.

What had they done to her? Apart from the nipple clamps, she looked unhurt, and so was she, as the tingling from the spanking had only been a temporary discomfort.

Suzette felt tired now, but she didn’t dare to lower her head, as then, her own tresses would brush over the other’s pubic mound. Suzette didn’t want to look there, but turning her head would have hurt in her neck after a while.

»She’s blindfolded! So, she can’t tell where I am looking at!«

Nevertheless, she turned her head, and her eyes fell on the double bass case that had imprisoned her for some time. She wondered what had happened to the instrument itself, though this wasn’t her biggest concern.

»Perhaps, it’s on the ground of the sea now! And perhaps, I will never ever play again!«

Suzette sobbed, and she only forced herself to stop crying when her tears, following gravity, were dropping down on the other’s pubic mound, causing her to twitch slightly.

***

 »Hmmm, for a criminal, you really have sensitive hands!«, Johanna sighed. Sato looked up from her feet and replied:

»For a German, you really have petite feet!«

Both smiled, but then, Sato gently put her feet from his lap and rose.

»It’s time, Johanna-San!«

She gulped, but then, she nodded. When he placed his ropes on the desk, she asked:

»Can you – can you do it in a way that doesn’t hurt?«

Sato loosened her wrists.

»Depends on if you are willing to take off your dress!«

»What has that got to do with it?«, Johanna spat and looked at Sato if he was just joking. However, the Japanese sincerely explained:

»Shibari’s a bit like a foot massage! It’s all about pressure points! However, these pressure points can be stimulated best if there are not layers of cloth between the skin and the ropes!«

The corners of Johanna’s mouth twitched.

»That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard to make me take off my clothes!«

»I am sure many have had this wish!«, Sato said, letting his eyes wander over her body. Then, he showed a surprisingly cheeky grin for an Asian.

»Anyway, there’s only one way to find out! Where’s your professional curiosity?«

After a few moments of staring at Sato, Johanna heard herself say:

»Okay – just the dress, nothing else!«

She let him open the buttons at her back and then raised her arms, allowing him to pull the dress over her head.

»What am I doing?«, she asked herself when Sato stepped in front of her, looking at her. Johanna protested:

»Don’t look at me that way!«

»Passion and duty!«, Sato replied and picked one of the ropes.

»I think since I am not as experienced in Shibari as in foot massages, I will start with a classic!«

He slung the rope around her neck and brushed away her hair, so the hemp rested on her nape. Johanna breathed in sharply when he evened the ends and the rope brushed over her skin. Then, he tied a double knot, forming a noose around her neck.

»Don’t worry, it will not get too tight!«

Obviously taking measurement by looking very carefully at her front, he tied some more knots, forming a few meshes. Then, Johanna let out a fluttering breath when the ropes were led between her legs, as it reminded her of her crotch rope.

Sato now led the rope ends through her neck noose, at her nape, and pulled out the slack out, though it still felt quite loose.

»Raise your arms, please!«

When she obeyed, the ends were brought under her armpits and between the first mesh. Johanna gasped when Sato pulled backwards and the mesh opened. The rope brushed over her bra-clad breasts, and finally, they were framed by the hemp. Sato crossed the rope at her back, brought the ends back to her front and formed a second rope diamond that encircled her belly button. Now, her crotch rope had turned to somewhere between tight and snug, and one rope was directly at her clit whilst another pressed at her soft flesh between her legs. The last one now was above her cleft, and here, Sato tied the ends off.

»If you writhe and struggle, the ropes will cause a mild stimulation, and so, you will consider the experience convenient!«

»I-If you s-say so!«, she breathed. Indeed, when she shifted her body, the ropes and knots were very present, but not in a bad way. Sato now picked his second rope and tied her arms behind her back, wrist to elbow, leaving the ends dangle down to her knees. Then, Johanna had to sit down in the armchair. She sighed when sitting down made her feel the crotch rope even more.

»What would that have been like if I were naked?«, she thought involuntarily. Sato now grabbed his third rope and tied her right ankle to the right front foot of the armchair. The end of the rope, he led over the rear foot and then diagonally up the backrest, up to Johanna’s left shoulder. She had to raise her left leg, and he tied the rope off to her knee, so her raised leg was dangling in the air.

Finally, he took the ends of her arm tie she was currently sitting upon and brought these parallel to her crotch rope before fumbling them through the knot over her clit, ignoring Johanna’s faint protests. He then grabbed her dangling foot and tied the ends of the rope to her ankle. When he let  her go, Johanna realized that now, almost every move would have very irritating consequences on her middle.

»P-pressure points, eh?«, she stammered, and he nodded. Then, he reached into the bag he had brought from her cabin. When she saw what was dangling from his fingers, Johanna’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help blushing. Sato was holding the panties she had worn the day before. When he balled them up, she shook her head.

»No! Not these! I mean – why?«

»Because, sometimes, the helpless damsel just has to do what her captor wants! Now, open wide!«

»No! Noouuhmmph!«

Sato pressed the cotton panties on her mouth and with his other hand, he gently, but firmly pinched her nose shut. When Johanna gasped, she felt some of the cotton enter her mouth, and then, it was a one-sided match until he had worked the underwear deep into her oral cavity. She grunted and retched, but he methodically tied the knotted cleave between her lips, followed by the other two layers over her mouth respectively over her mouth and nose. Then, he looked down on her. Johanna glanced angrily at him.

»You wanted to be hurt as little as possible – and now, anger and embarrassment will further distract you from any possible pain!«

»Mhhmmph!«

Sato bent forward and having kissed her forehead, he added:

»Come on, Johanna-San! If they taste half as delicious as they smell, the experience can’t be that bad!«

***