Mind

18 months later…

The proximity alarm went off on my phone indicating that Rosa was a few blocks from home. I shut off the audio book that I was listening to and closed my computer. I walked over to the yoga mat next to the TV and knelt on it waiting for Rosa’s arrival.

She came through the door and my nose notified me immediately that she had brought home Chinese takeout. She set the food on the kitchen table then went back towards the bedroom. She was probably changing her clothes. I heard the toilet flush.

She returned to the kitchen and grabbed a single plate. She sat at the table and ate quietly, occasionally tapping furiously at her phone. My stomach made a loud growling noise, but otherwise I remained where I was, kneeling by the TV with my wrists crossed behind my back, waiting…

“You seem to be fidgeting a lot today, bijou, do you have something exciting that you want to talk about today,” Rosa asked once she had finished the food on her plate.

“Oh, yes, Chatelaine, I got a very interesting letter today-”

“Come and eat first. Then you can tell me about it.”

I stood up and dragged the yoga mat over to the kitchen table and knelt next to Rosa’s chair, once again crossing my wrists behind my back as Rosa began to carve out a bite of Beef with Broccoli for me on a fork. “Thank you, Chatelaine.”

Our lives together had changed a lot in the past year and a half. We never found any information about the buttplug. Every morning, like clockwork, Rosa unlocked the plug so I could do the number two. I cleaned the plug, slipped it back in, and presented my ass for Rosa to lock it in place for another 24 hours.

Mariana’s company was still a small startup, but they were growing quickly and Rosa was making an excellent salary. In fact, we moved out of our apartment and Rosa bought this house. Rosa had to travel a lot: San Francisco, New York City, LA, Vegas, Chicago… Of course, I accompanied her on every trip. There was no other option.

My attendance was too spurious for the pastry shop, so they let me go. Rosa said that she made enough for both of us now and forbade me from finding another worthless job. I guess that I was a kept woman now.

Unfortunately, a lot of my carny sisters from El Circo de las Mujeres Curiosas had moved on to new and exciting lives in the last year and a half as well.

Luna was making good money as a stunt woman. She had an apartment in town still but was gone for months at a time on movie sets. Lala was a bike messenger in Denver and the twins joined some art collective in the mountains outside of LA. Needless to say, I felt myself becoming more isolated. My life was focused more and more on pleasing Rosa.

I had taken up swimming at a local athletic club. Running or biking with a pole impaled in your backside is difficult, but swimming is manageable. Although, I’m in much better shape, physically than all my huffing and puffing might imply and I’m pretty sure that I leave a lot of DNA in the pool. I always wear a one piece with board shorts when I’m in the pool to hide my special parasitic butt friend.

We have an open basement with gym mats, a barre, and weights where I spend hours stretching. I discovered audio books and jigsaw puzzles. I’ve made acquaintances but no real heart-to-heart type friends.

Rosa takes really good care of me. It just seemed natural that we would slowly take on a more and more dominant - submissive lifestyle. “Power exchange” is the label that would best describe how we live. I’ve let Rosa tell me what to do more and more. I owe it to her. I need to be what she needs me to be. She’s gentle with me and loving and commanding. I kind of love it, too. I’m horny all the time. The buttplug makes sure that I am.

I remember when Mariana’s company was just really getting going. Rosa dressed me up and brought me to a company party. It’s just a basic fact that the software industry is still ridiculously male dominated. Mariana’s Bros, they called them. Some were a little awkward, but most were OK. The more charismatic ones had nice girlfriends or wives, who were usually professionals like lawyers or doctors. Much smarter than me. I didn’t really have much to talk about with them.

Then there were the C-suite dudes. Mariana grabbed my hand and presented me to a clump of them. She raised my arm and said “This is Ana. She is Rosa’s…”

The men stared at me for a moment waiting for Mariana to finish. Finally, one said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch all of that. Did you say she was Rosa’s girlfriend? Wife?”

Mariana said, “No. Just… She is Rosa’s.”

I blushed and smoothed my dress down as the men looked at me with more lurid gazes, seeming to imagine a more deviant relationship. I guess there may be truth to that.

“She’s really bendy,” Mariana said.

One of the braver men said, “Oh! I thought you were of hispanic descent. Are you Indian?”

“Not Hindi. Bendy!” Mariana laughed.

“I’m a contortionist,” I explained.

“Oh! Do that triple back bendy thing!” Mariana said.

About that time Rosa arrived with a drink for me. I thought that she was rescuing me. “Yeah, Ana. Show them your triple fold.”

I frowned at Rosa, then looked down at my dress. “Well…”

“Do it! Do it!” Mariana began to chant and others began to join in.

Finally, blushing, I stepped out of my heels and did a quick, tight back bend. I’m sure that the thick, inch diameter nipple rings that Rosa got for me were plainly obvious as the fabric pressed tightly against my breasts. I walked my hands between my legs and lowered my chest to the ground, sliding even further forward until my face was next to my feet. “Ta da!” I said quietly. I’m sure that some were able to see my panties under my skirt. I pushed myself back up to my feet and curtsied and everyone clapped for me.

After that party, in bed, I was complaining to Rosa about Mariana. “She was just having fun,” Rosa explained. “Besides, you were totally hot! Everyone was mesmerized by your beauty.”

“They thought I was a freak!”

“You are a freak, lover,” Rosa said. “I’ll tell you a little secret, but you can never say anything to anyone. Mariana is in love with you.”

“What? No way!” I said.

“She is!” Rosa said.

“Hm! Well, have her come over sometime and we can all ‘play twister’ together,” I joked.

“Yeah? No! She’s not a carny, like us. That would just confuse her,” Rosa said. “Besides… You are my little freak anyways, now. All mine.”

“I guess I am,” I smiled. “Aren’t I?”

<>--+-

Rosa fed me my dinner as I knelt patiently on the floor. We then moved to the living room, where Rosa commanded me to undress and masturbate, but not cum, while she worked on her computer. Every once in a while she would glance at me and smile. She was playing a game with me, teasing me… I smiled back. This was our strange language of love.

After about thirty minutes, Rosa stretched her arms and yawned. “Ok, Ana. Tell me about this letter that you are so excited about.”

I got up off the floor and grabbed the envelope from the mail desk. I sat next to her on the sofa, kissing her cheek. By calling me by my name, she signaled that we were once again equals. Of course, I was naked and she was fully clothed, so it still felt like she held the power.

“I got a letter from a lawyer today. I called the lawyers’ office to explain it to me. And, it’s for real. Apparently I am the sole heir to my great aunt, Tia Havalina,” I said.

“Oh! I did not know that you had any known living family,” Rosa said, as she pulled the letter from the envelope and started reading.

“I think I remember meeting her once with my mother when I was quite young,” I said. “The image in my head is that she was old and kind of bent out of shape by age. She scared me a little… Anyways, apparently I am now the owner of some old mansion in the mountains of New Hampshire.”

“Yeah! That’s what this says,” Rosa replied, holding up the letter.

“I think that the keyword is ‘old’,” I said. “The place is probably falling down. Apparently, Tia Havalina passed away almost a year ago. No telling what state the place is in. I was thinking that we could sell it. Then I’d be contributing to the household income.”

“Ana, I told you that you don’t have to worry about making an income,” Rosa said. “I am taking care of you.”

“I know, but…”

“We should check the place out,” Rosa said. “I need to go to New York City for business next month. I’ll take off a week and we’ll go up to New Hampshire and check it out.”

“Oh! Is New Hampshire near New York?”

Of course, I travel with Rosa whenever she goes on business trips due to the fact that I need to have my buttplug unlocked every morning. Mariana says that I should register as Rosa’s service animal, then perhaps I would get cheaper air fares. Apparently, for Mariana, that joke never grows old.

“Now, bijou, have you been a good girl today?” Rosa asked, once again signaling that the power exchange game is on.

I slid from the couch onto my knees on the floor. “For you, always, Chatelaine.”

“Go get ready for bed while I check to see what I have due tomorrow at work,” Rosa said.

“Yes, Chatelaine.” I bowed my head, picked up my clothes and headed off to brush my teeth.

I sleep naked every night. When I climbed into bed, I locked a padded leather cuff around each ankle. The cuffs were attached to light chains that were anchored under the bed. I also placed my double sided retainer in my mouth - a single bit of hard plastic which helped keep both my upper and lower teeth aligned. Finally, I locked leather cuffs around my wrists. These, too, were anchored by chains to the bed. The chains were too short for me to lower my arms further than my stomach.

Shortly, Rosa entered the room wearing a long silky nightgown. I felt my sex clench at the sight of the wrist length leather gloves. When Rosa wears the gloves, that means that she feels I deserve a special treat.

“Hands and knees,” she commands.

I rolled over in bed into the position she requested. She places her gloved hand on my back and slides it down over the swell of my butt, allowing a finger to slip between my butt cheeks and lightly jiggle the plug. With the gloves on, Rosa can touch me there without accidentally unlocking me.

I feel Rosa position herself behind me. She places a line of kisses on my back end slowly approaching my sex. It’s been four days since I have been allowed to cum. My arms are trembling with excitement. I spread my legs apart a little, anticipating her lips' arrival.

She strokes my sex with a single pass of her tongue causing me to shiver, my breath slips from my lungs in a sudden rush.

Suddenly, the phone rings. Rosa moves away from me.

“What’s up Mariana?” Rosa says into the phone. “Yeah… I’ve got another half hour of work to do on that… probably… Uh-huh… Sure… OK. Let me put Ana to bed, then I’ll get back to you… Yeah… OK, bye.”

I groaned quietly in disappointment.

“Sorry, bijou,” Rosa said. “Maybe tomorrow… Lie down, love.”

“Yeth, Thhatayane,” I lisped around the retainer. I rolled over to my back with my hands cupping the undersides of my breasts.

“You are so pretty,” Rosa said as she idly flicked one of my nipple rings once or twice. She pulled my CPAP cup over my head. The padded cup covers my nose and mouth. She tightens the strap so that the cup presses tightly against my flesh. When she has to work late into the night, she does not like for my snoring to interrupt her. She also does not want to keep me awake, which is her excuse to apply the blindfold and earcups.

I feel Rosa kiss the top of my head once all the straps are secure. A few moments later, I hear a muffled sound as Rosa starts to talk on her phone. “Mariana? I’m back…” The conversation is too muffled and contains too much technical lingo to follow, so I eventually fell asleep.

<>--+-

A month later, Rosa woke me up from the nap I was taking in the passenger seat of our rented car.

“We’re almost there,” she said, as she turned off the rural two lane highway.

It was a cool October evening, and the light was fading from the cloudy, evening sky. The only sounds were the crunch of gravel under the tires and the wind in the trees.

"This is it," Rosa said as we rounded a bend in the road.

The mansion loomed over the landscape, a dark and forbidding presence. The gray day only served to emphasize its sinister appearance. The tall, narrow windows were like empty eyes, staring out at the world with a cold, unblinking gaze. The roof was covered in moss, and the walls were crumbling and peeling.

The mansion was surrounded by a wrought-iron fence, which was topped with sharp spikes. The gate was locked, and there was no sign of life anywhere.

The mansion seemed to be waiting, watching, biding its time. It was as if it were waiting for someone, or something, to come along and fulfill its dark purpose.

I could feel a chill run down my spine. I imagined this was a place of shadows and secrets, a place where the dead could walk and the damned could roam. It was a place where no one would ever be safe.

"Oh my God," I said. "It's even worse than I imagined. It's so creepy."

I got out of the car and unlocked a chain that held the gate closed. The sound of the cold metal links clanking against the fence was particularly unnerving. I looked around as though the noise would awaken something that should not be.

Rosa drove up to the mansion and parked in front as I pushed the creaky gate closed. The wind was picking up, and a wave of autumn leaves were starting to fall.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the front door with the old key in my hand. The door was old and creaky, and it took a few tries to get it open.

Rosa and I stepped inside, and the door slammed shut behind us plunging us into darkness. I could hear the wind whistling through the cracks in the old stone.

I fumbled for a light switch, and finally found one. I flicked it on, and the room was illuminated. It was a large, dusty room with cobwebs everywhere. There was a fireplace in the center of the room, and a few pieces of furniture. The walls were covered in dusty oil paintings of dark, snowy forests - the ground splattered with red from some noble hunt. There were portraits of people dressed in puritan clothing.

There was a small trunk sitting in the middle of the room with a large envelope on top with my name handwritten. Inside there were instructions to turn on power to the rest of the house, start a water pump, and light the water heater. The instructions required us to navigate through the twisting halls and down into a musty cellar.

Luckily no demons jumped out at us, but we desperately held each other’s hand.

Finally, we made it to the last task: “Raise the plumb from the ventiduct and open the corliss,” Rosa repeated for the third time.

“No matter how many times you read those words, they still won’t make any sense to me,” I said.

“‘Raise the plumb…’,” Rosa read again. “It says to follow the instructions precisely and to wear the appropriate safety gear.”

“Maybe we should stay back in town,” I suggested. “I’m not sure what safety equipment means.”

“The instructions say to go to the west hall, second bedroom on the right,” Rosa said, with that focused look she gets when performing a particular task. I followed Rosa’s lead. I had no idea which way was west. We ended up in a small room lined with bookcases which reeked of mold and decay.

“Roll the case on the back wall two meters towards the left…” Rosa crossed the room and tentatively pushed against the side of a large bookcase. “I think this is it. Help me push.”

“Maybe we should wait-”

“Bijou!” Rosa said.

“Yes, Chatelaine,” I responded. Apparently, I would not be able to deter Rosa from completing the list.

With both of us working, the bookcase began to slide along a set of rails, revealing the wall behind. Rosa ran her hand along the wall, stopping after a moment. “Hmm.” She pushed the wall. There was a clicking sound and a door sized section of the wall popped out. “Help me pull this open,” Rosa said.

A cold breeze burst from behind the door like an exhalation. The house itself, it seems, had been holding its breath. Behind the door was only darkness. Somewhere, deep within that darkness there was a sound of some sort of machine coming to life. By the time that I realized that there was a staircase descending into the earth behind the door, some sort of light clicked on far below.

“‘Climb down to the bottom’,” Rosa read and she stepped through the door.

I could do nothing but follow at this point. Rosa had activated the power dynamic. I owed her to do exactly as she said.

As we made our way down the uneven steps cut straight into the bedrock, I tried to envision what kind of machinery could possibly be kept down underground like this. Maybe it was some sort of well or maybe a steam based central heating. Whatever it was, the steps took us deeper and deeper underground.

We must have descended the equivalent of five stories into the earth. The stairs were not ordered in flights. There were no places where we turned back on ourselves. I couldn’t imagine that we were even anywhere under the structure of the house anymore.

We stepped from the stairs into an underground cavern, lit by a series of buzzing incandescent lights. There were a number of large machines. They did not look old and rusty, as I might expect. Rather they were shiny and sleek as though freshly installed.

A large green circle had been painted on the floor. Part of its circumference was lined with a series of control panels - buttons and levers. A laminated document of sorts dangled from the controls. I looked over Rosa’s shoulder at the document as she read. Anxiety, or perhaps the effort of the descent, had my dyslexia running wild. The letters on the document seemed to spin and change. I had to look away as a headache began to form.

“It says that we need to wear hard hats and a safety harness,” Rosa said.

Two of each sat to one side. We put them on - tightening the straps of the harnesses around our torsos. A leash extended from each harness to eyebolts drilled into the floor - one on either side of a second circular section centered around the attachment point of a thick cable that descended from overhead.

“Use the winch to raise the capstone.”

There were more instructions than Rosa read aloud. She seemed to know which controls to activate. I jumped nervously as one of the machines came to life with a whining sound that quickly ascended in pitch as though it was under a heavy load. In front of us there was a low grinding sound and a huge circular section of the floor began to be pulled up by the overhead cable.

By the time the machine cut out, a four foot deep cylinder of stone had been pulled from the ground and was suspended about eight feet overhead. Rosa manipulated some more controls and the winch arm rotated to a side carrying the huge stone plug with it. Once clear, the plug was  lowered onto a pad. It settled on the floor with a heavy boom.

A second cable slithered down from overhead.

“Attach the hook to the steel plate,” Rosa read.

“Steel plate?” I asked.

She pointed into the hole which once housed the plug. I stepped to the edge and suddenly understood the reason for the tethered safety harness. I could clearly see a six foot diameter steel plate in the bottom of the hole, four feet down. I glanced up at Rosa and she motioned for me to climb down and do as the instructions stated.

I found a pair of handle grips bolted to the floor next to the hole and chose that point to drop down inside. I slipped the hook from the overhead cable into an eyelet on the steel plate and twisted a screw to close the gap on the hook. Rosa helped drag me back out of the hole.

A second winch was used to lift the steel plate from within the hole. When its seal was broken a whoosh of warm air puffed up from below.

“Use the boat hook to snare the cable loop from below the plate.”

I found a long pole with a hook and stepped to the edge of the hole. Below the steel plate, there was nothing but darkness - a gaping maw leading deep into the earth. I used the hook to retrieve a cable attached to the underside of the steel plate.

Rosa followed more instructions and soon we had succeeded in setting the heavy steel plate to the side and now a third winch was engaging the thick cable descending into the darkness below.

Slowly the cable was pulled up from the hole. Occasionally, I could see a vibration in the cable and deep below us there was a deep scraping sound.

The cable slowly spooled for ten minutes, at least. “Something is coming up!” I shouted to Rosa as I cautiously looked over the edge. A six foot deep metal cylinder slowly rose from the hole. It was tapered slightly - smaller towards the bottom where a wide, foot deep, rubber-looking gasket was attached. The cylinder continued to rise from the hole.

On the underside a thick chain dangled further into the hole. Soon a metal framework of sorts cleared the hole’s mouth. Within the framework there was a smooth, featureless metal ball, about a meter in diameter, that seemed to be slowly spinning, held within the framework.

Once the framework cleared the hole, the winch arm rotated to the side, allowing Rosa to lower the contraption to the ground. After the winch engine had been shut down, I kicked a small rock into the hole. I never heard it hit the ground.

Rosa approached the framework with the instructions in hand. She located a control panel on the side. “One - zero - three,” she said, as she typed on a keypad. “One - zero - six.”

The steel ball in the center of the framework slowly stopped spinning. A green light illuminated on the side of the metal sphere. Rosa looked back at me for a second. “Press the green button to unlock the door,” she recited from the instructions.

There was a hissing sound and a series of heavy clicks somewhere inside the sphere. Then a circular hatch popped open on the side. Rosa pulled at the hatch which opened to the side and looked into the interior.

“Holy shit!” Rosa said, her voice trembling, “There’s a dead body inside!”

I wanted to look. And, I did not want to look. I found myself stepping back from the framework, tightly gripping the tether attached to my harness.

“Wait!” Rosa said. “She’s breathing! Her skin is warm!”

“What?” I asked, trying to look around Rosa into the sphere. “How?”

Suddenly a thin arm reached out from the dark space inside, grabbing Rosa’s wrist, causing her to scream. I think I might have peed myself a little.

“Help me pull her out,” Rosa said.

Soon, a short, young, naked woman emerged from the sphere. She had long, straight black hair and she held her hands over her dark brown eyes.

“How long has she been inside there?” I asked. “Should I call 9-1-1?” I looked at my phone, but there was no service.

“Water,” the woman whispered.

“Let’s help her up into the house,” Rosa said.

It took a long time to navigate our way back up the stairs and through the secret door. The woman seemed to gain her strength as we ascended. She was walking without assistance by the time we made it to the kitchen and found a cup for her to drink from.

“Is Havalina gone?” she asked after a few sips.

“Uh… she passed away almost a year ago,” I responded. “How long…?”

“What’s the date?” the woman asked.

“October 29th,” Rosa responded.

“What year?” the woman asked.

Rosa and I looked at each other for a second. When we told her the year, the woman said, “I’ve been down there for almost 17 years. At least the bitch kept her promise.”

<>--+-

The woman told us that her name was Caribou and that she had climbed into the sphere voluntarily knowing that she might be inside for an extended period of time.

“But 17 years?” Rosa asked. “You must have been about 10 years old back then! You look to be about our ages.”

“As I explained,” Caribou replied, “Havalina and I were experimenting on a branch of physics still not discovered by mainstream science.”

I looked at Rosa to see if she had any idea what Caribou was talking about. When I turned back to Caribou, she was looking directly at me.

“In the past, our experiments would have been called magic,” Caribou explained. “Some would even call it dark magic. Regardless, I have existed outside this universe’s time continuum. I have not aged since I entered the sphere.”

Caribou was sitting on a couch. We had found a soft blanket to wrap around her body, but she complained that the cloth was irritating her skin, and quickly let it fall around her. She seemed to have no qualms with sitting naked before us.

“I’m not trying to be rude,” Rosa said, “but, can you provide any evidence that what you say is true?”

“No offense taken,” Caribou said. “I’d be skeptical, myself. I’m not really sure that there are any biographical records of me anymore. I was living here with the old witch for about a year before I went into the machine.” Caribou pointed at one of the portraits hanging on the wall.

Rosa stood up and looked at the portrait for a moment. She put her hand up to her mouth and stepped a little closer, to get a better look.

“I’ve seen this person before…” Rosa said.

“That’s Havalina,” Caribou said.

“Why is she dressed like some old pilgrim?” I asked.

“She was probably alive back in the 1600s,” Caribou said.

I tried to decide if Caribou was joking. She wasn’t smiling.

“She’s the one who sold me that thing,” Rosa said, suddenly, turning towards me.

“What thing?” I asked. “Oh…” I shifted a little on my bottom feeling the familiar sensation of the buttplug waving around inside.

“She sold you something?” Caribou asked.

Rosa and I looked at each other.

“It was a buttplug, wasn’t it?” Caribou said, grinning.

I turned to Caribou, shocked.

“Do you still have it?” Caribou asked Rosa.

Rosa did not reply, but Caribou followed her gaze. “You have it!” she said, excitedly, looking directly at me.

“And you must be the keeper,” Caribou said, pointing at Rosa. “Can I see it?”

My heart was hammering in my chest. After a year and a half, we finally had found someone who might know how I could safely remove the buttplug. Rosa was looking at me, expectantly. I suddenly realized that they both wanted me to take off my pants and underwear and show them my special jewelry. I opened my mouth to protest.

“Bijou!” Rosa said in her dominant voice.

Before I knew it, out of reflex, I suppose, I had slipped off the couch and knelt on the rug with my hands crossed behind my back. Caribou was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Take off your clothes, bijou,” Rosa said calmly.

“Yes, Chatelaine,” I began to lift my sweatshirt over my head.

“Present your butt for inspection,” Rosa stated, once I had completely stripped all my clothes off.

Soon, I was bending over with my butt pointed up at Caribou. I figured that she was sitting around naked, so, my own nudity was really no big deal.

Caribou placed a soft hand on the side of my butt. Rosa flinched and started to say something. “Don’t worry,” Caribou said quickly. “I’m not going to touch it.”

“You know about this buttplug?” Rosa asked. “Is there some way to remove it?”

“Well, I assume that you are her keeper, right?” Caribou said to Rosa. “You can unlock it by touching the jewel, right?”

“Yes, but-” Rosa started.

“But, you have to replace it after about five minutes, right?” Caribou said.

“Every morning,” Rosa sighed. “Otherwise, she can’t… you know… poop.”

“It kind of bonds the two of you together, doesn’t it?” Caribou tapped my butt. “You can go ahead and kneel on the floor, sweetheart,” she said to me.

I did as she said. I decided that Rosa and I were still in the power exchange mode, so it only made sense to do what Caribou said. Rosa would probably want me there anyways.

“Is there a way to take it out and leave it out,” Rosa asked.

“Havalina must know of a way…” Caribou said. “Must have known, that is… You two seem to have shifted the power dynamic here… Can she speak?”

“Oh, yes,” Rosa said. “Of course.”

“You are a very pretty girl,” Caribou said to me. She reached out and lifted one of my nipple rings for a moment before letting it swing back down, freely.

“Thank you, Miss Caribou,” I said, bowing my head.

“Have the two of you always had this dynamic?” Caribou asked. “Has she always been this submissive?”

“Yeah,” Rosa replied. “I mean, it has sort of naturally grown and evolved since we started living together…”

“Has it changed since she started wearing the buttplug?” Caribou asked.

Rosa looked at me for a moment. I was interested to hear how she was going to reply. Unfortunately, she said, “bijou, go and prepare the bed in the master suite. Install the straps and restraints. Find your CPAP and blindfold. It’s getting late, but I want to talk to Miss Caribou privately for a moment. I’ll be there soon.”

“Yes, Chatelaine,” I said. I stood, retrieved my pile of clothes, then walked out of the room in search of the place where we had left our luggage.

I opened my suitcase and pulled out a pair of long leather straps. I pushed each strap between the king sized mattress and the box springs. One aligned with where my ankles would lay; the second further up the bed near my neck. I had to push the straps underneath the bed, and, for each, once a loop was formed, I pulled them tight and buckled the ends together.

I situated the tether with my ankle cuffs so they were positioned by the lower strap. My wrist cuffs tether was limited by the second leather strap. My hands would be positioned near my breasts, but unable to reach down to play with my sex.

I set up the CPAP machine. I found my mouth piece, blindfold and ear cups. Then I knelt on the floor and waited for Rosa to come put me to bed.

<>--+-

I was lying in bed. Rosa was behind me holding me in her arms. Her naked breasts were pressing into my back. I was very comfortable. I felt safe. She was stroking her hand gently along my abdomen, down towards the top of my vagina.

I heard a muffled knock at our door. Rosa got out of bed. She was talking to Caribou. I couldn’t quite hear what they were saying due to the ear cups. The bed shifted again. I could sense a greater weight in the bed than when Rosa had gotten up. Rosa’s naked butt pressed against mine. I continued to hear muffled voices. Rosa and Caribou were talking. We were all sharing a bed. After a while I fell asleep.

<>--+-

The next morning, Caribou followed Rosa and I into the bathroom and sat, naked, on the side of a claw foot bathtub, casually talking about Tia Havalina and her hobby of designing butt plugs. Meanwhile, Rosa pressed the jewel on mine and slid it from me. Liquid poured from my insides as Rosa washed the plug in the sink. After I was done, I bent over and with a grunt, Rosa locked the plug into me for another day.

In the afternoon, Caribou showed us an office where Havalina researched her physics / magic / whatever. There were stacks of notebooks with detailed notes scrawled throughout them. I flipped through a few pages and watched as the ink twisted and turned about itself. I had to close the notebook when I started to become sick to my stomach. I resigned myself to a chair, while Rosa flipped from notebook to notebook.

Caribou sat down next to me. “Rosa said that you are one of the greatest contortionists in the world. She said that you two were part of a traveling circus.”

“Well… I was born with extreme flexibility,” I said, blushing.

“What was that like?” Caribou asked. “Growing up in a circus?”

“Oh! It was awesome,” I said, smiling. “We often struggled to make enough money, but to us kids, it didn’t really matter so much. We were all sisters. We had a great time.”

“Were you happy?” Caribou asked.

“It was the best of times,” I said. “We’ve all moved on now to various places, but, even today, even twenty years from now, if I knocked on their door, or if one of them came to Rosa and I, we would do anything for one another. We are like family. We will always be there for one another. They were my family.”

“How about now?” Caribou asked. “Why don’t you still do contortion?”

“Contortion is just a sideshow,” I said, looking down. “It’s not a main act. I guess that, right now, Rosa is the main act. She’s brilliant. She’s rocking the high tech world. I couldn’t go on some traveling tour and drag Rosa around with me.”

“Because of the buttplug?” Caribou asked.

“Yeah, of course,” I sighed. “It’s kind of thrown a wrench in the works, you know?”

Caribou nodded, smiling at me, she placed a soft hand on my shoulder.

“There’s that old joke where people call their spouse a ‘ball and chain’. Well, I really am Rosa’s ball and chain,” I frowned. “Rosa has to take me everywhere she goes. She does it though. And she loves me still. She is the best.”

“What would you do if you could find a way to remove the plug?” Caribou asked.

“I would do anything to remove the plug,” I said, wistfully. “I would do freaking anything so that Rosa could be free… to go on business trips. So, she could be free…”

“What about you? Do you want to be free?” Caribou asked.

“Yeah, of course,” I said.

“But you like being submissive to Rosa?” Caribou asked.

“I love her with all my heart,” I said. “I would do anything for her. Anything!” I turned to look at Rosa who was engrossed in one of the notebooks. “Anything…”

<>--+-

After dinner we were sitting together in the living room. There was a lull in the conversation. I noticed that Caribou, who was lying naked on the couch, was gently slipping her knuckles over her left nipple, back and forth. Her nipple had become hard from the stimulation.

“My skin is starting to feel better,” Caribou said, when she noticed that I was staring at her. “It was kind of like when you have a cast on your arm for several weeks. When you get the cast removed, the skin underneath is hypersensitive. Every place I touched tingled, and not in a good way.” She rubbed a hand across her abdomen and into the pubic hair covering her sex. “Now it’s starting to feel pretty good again.”

Caribou looked over at Rosa. There seemed to be some kind of hunger in her eyes. Caribou was pretty. I could imagine myself lying with her, enjoying her body. I was feeling pretty horny. I glanced at Rosa, who was looking at me. I nodded my head.

“Show me that thing you were talking about yesterday, Rosa,” Caribou said suddenly. “That phrase thing…”

“Phrase thing?” I asked, suddenly becoming nervous. I looked at Rosa who had closed her eyes and laughed nervously.

“Uh, OK,” Rosa said.

“Wait!” I said. “I’d rather-”

“Ana is my little sunbeam, my little shaft of light,” Rosa said.

“Uhhrp!” My throat closed up and my tongue lost all dexterity. I wanted to say that I wasn’t ready, but all that came out of my mouth was a husky grunt. I immediately forgot what I wanted to say. I slipped out of my chair onto the floor and rolled onto my back. I was wearing a button-up blouse which I seized with both hands and ripped open, buttons clattered across the floor exposing my naked breasts and their ringed nipples. I desperately pushed at my yoga pants and panties - yanking off my fluffy socks along with them. In no time I was completely naked and rutting for sex.

I pushed my right hand between my legs and looked up to Rosa for instructions.”Fuhhh!”

“Wow!” Caribou said. “She can’t even speak?”

“No,” Rosa replied. “We started this as a game, and she used to be able to break out of the role, but now… I don’t think that she can anymore.”

I heard the words that they were saying and probably even understood them, but the reason for the communications simply did not seem to be very important, so I immediately forgot what was being said. The only important thing was an orgasm. I flopped around on the ground for a bit, rubbing myself.

“I’ll need to take care of her, or she can become violent,” Rosa said.

“Can I?” Caribou asked. “I mean… would she do me?”

“Oh, yeah,” Rosa replied. “Anything sex related.”

Caribou sat up on the couch and spread her legs apart. She reached down to where I was flailing about on the floor and carefully grabbed my hair in a firm grip. She pulled my head toward her and I flopped up on to my knees utterly fixated on her engorged sex. She did not have to force me. I dove at the chance to lap my tongue up and down her slit.

“Oh!” Caribou moaned. “She’s… she’s really good… at this…”

I was not thinking about technique or subtleties of teasing Caribou. I was only thinking of one thing: orgasm. Whose orgasm was not important. Only the existence of an orgasm and as fast as possible.

As I worked there was no other conscious thought in my head. Although, looking back, I remember the color of Caribou’s skin, the texture of her hair, her willowy build… I noticed, somehow in a nonconscious way, how similar her physical features were to mine. She had never mentioned that she was related to Havalina. She never referred to her as Tia, as an aunt, but maybe we were cousins? Hopefully, distant cousins.

As I noted though these thoughts did not reach a conscious level until after the events that were occurring. Caribou was squeezing my head between her thighs and I could hear her muffled screams of ecstasy as I shoved my tongue as deeply within her as I could.

She seemed to be ready to release me. Her thighs did not hug my head so tightly. But, I was not done yet. The existence of an orgasm did not preclude me from making more. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and squeezed them tightly around my face once again. I dug my tongue below the nub of her swollen clit and pushed up again and again causing Caribou to scream as another orgasm flushed through her body.

Eventually, Caribou pushed me away from her. Her sex had become so sensitive that further contact was becoming painful. I twisted around to find Rosa standing behind me. I stood and kissed her roughly on the lips, ripping at her clothes, desperate to get her naked as quickly as possible. I needed to make her orgasm.

I nipped at a nipple on my way down, but that was only because it was a convenient distraction. I yanked her panties to the floor and buried my face between her legs, holding her steady until her knees buckled and shook.

“How long?” Caribou was asking. “How long does she stay in this state?”

“Until she has an orgasm,” Rosa explained as she pushed my head away from her dripping sex. “Or she sleeps.”

“She can fall asleep in this state?” Caribou asked.

“Or pass out, maybe is a better description,” Rosa said, still fighting my advances.

“I want to see,” Caribou said.

“Help me put her to bed,” Rosa replied. “Careful! She can become violent and she is really strong! Bijou!”

I flopped angrily onto my knees, plotting the creation of another orgasm.

“Bijou!” Rosa shouted. “You will follow calmly into the bedroom!”

“Yuuuhhhh” I moaned. What I most likely heard was “you will follow into the bedroom for an orgasm” and that is the only way I was able to coordinate my body to perform as Rosa demanded.

Soon, the two women had me on my back on the big bed, with my wrist and ankles locked in the leather cuffs. I desperately jerked at the restraints, but I would not ever be strong enough to break them. They were specifically chosen to ensure that. I moaned and screamed incoherently waiting for one of them to give me my orgasm. They both just seemed to stare at me, which caused me to fight harder at my restraints.

“I want to test her,” Caribou said. “Ana, all you need to do is tell me what you want and I’ll give you an orgasm.”

“Ooorhhh!” I moaned, trying to make my tongue cooperate.

Caribou touched a finger to my naked sex. She slipped it in a circle, always grazing the flesh of my clitoris. “Just say the word, Ana. Say any word.”

“Iiiaahh!” My chest was heaving as I hyperventilated. “Rooooohh!”

“You try it, Rosa,” Caribou suggested as she continued to lightly touch my dripping pussy.

“Ana, say ‘please’,” Rosa suggested. “Say ‘please, Miss Caribou’...”

“Puhhhhh!” The bed was shaking and the leather straps were creaking. “Puuuaaahhhh!”

“Command her,” Caribou said.

“Bijou!” Rosa shouted in her best dominant voice. “Bijou! Answer your mistress, now!”

“Yuuuhhhhh! Uhhh!”

Caribou stopped manipulating my sex and placed her finger in her mouth.

“Oooowwww! Oorr!” I screamed.

Rosa turned to Caribou, but said nothing. “That’s awesome,” Caribou whispered. “One more test.”

She stepped up onto her toes and began kissing Rosa. Soon, they were more interested in one another than they were in me and I screamed in desperate rage. I saw the bedroom door close as they slipped out of the room, leaving me tortured and needy, flailing about on the bed.

“Arrgghhh!”

<>--+-

I awoke the next morning, naked and alone in bed. I could tell by the light coming through the window that the sun had been up for a while. I couldn’t find my robe anywhere. Well, Caribou had seen me naked before…

I slipped out the bedroom door and tiptoed into the living room where Caribou and Rosa were talking. Caribou was sitting on the couch in my robe. They did not hear me enter the room.

“...will be totally safe, but you have to commit to at least two months,” Caribou was saying. “I mean I wouldn’t even answer the phone until the new year… Hello, Ana, you are up finally.”

Rosa turned and smiled at me, “Hello, love!”

“I really, really have to go to the bathroom,” I said pointing at my butt.

Rosa and Caribou turned toward each other for a second, then Rosa said, “Coming, love!” and she started to get up.

<>--+-

In the afternoon, Rosa and I went hiking on the property and up into the adjacent national forest. The sky was clear, but the wind was strong and frigid. The trees, stripped of their leaves, seemed to grope for the deep blue sky above as the wind blew them to and fro.

We hiked through the forest and up onto an overlook where we found a warm spot in the sun, shielded from the wind. It seemed like you could see forever and there was no sign of houses or roads or buildings.

“It’s like we are the only ones on the planet,” I said as I cuddled a little closer to Rosa, sliding my hand into the waistband of her pants and pulling her towards me. All this hiking caused my buttplug to wiggle and shake, leaving me very horny. And, I hadn’t forgotten that I never received an orgasm the night before. I wondered if it would be too cold to pull down my pants for a little while.

Rosa did not take the hint. She held me tightly and whispered, “You know that I always love you, right?”

It was nice to hear her say that. “I certainly hope so, ‘cause you are stuck with me,” I responded.

<>--+-

After our hike, I took a shower and packed most of the bags. We were going to drive back to New York the next day, then catch an afternoon flight to the west coast and eventually back home. It was going to be a long day.

Rosa and Caribou were in the kitchen where, apparently, Caribou had located an old bottle of wine. Both Rosa and I are complete light weights and Rosa was already a glass beyond reason it seemed.

Over dinner, we discussed how Caribou would live in the mansion and keep it from falling apart. We would have to work out how to get her a new ID. Rosa and I agreed, privately, that we would research her past - figure out exactly who she is.

After we washed the dishes, we settled in the living room again. Rosa and Caribou continued to drink the wine.

“Show Caribou some contortion,” Rosa said suddenly.

“OK,” I said. I hadn’t really stretched much for the past week, so it was nice to be able to move a little. An audience made it even more fun.

Caribou clapped when I moved into my various positions.

I leaned on a chair, then raised my right leg straight up in the air - my legs forming a perfect vertical line. It was a side split without the help of gravity. A difficult move for most… Not for me, though.

“Do the adult show, Ana!” Rosa cheered on.

Still balanced on my left foot, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, then shucked the tank top I was wearing underneath.

“Woohoo!” Caribou said.

I unbuttoned the shorts and pushed the zipper down. I placed both hands on the ground and twisted, lowering my right leg into a tight back bend. From this position I twitched my hips back and forth and slowly shook my shorts so they dropped down to my ankles. I raised my feet from the ground and flicked the shorts so they landed on Rosa’s head.

I did a series of splits as I balanced on my hands. Finally, I dropped my feet to the ground again in the tight backbend. I pointed my toes and slowly slid my legs back as I arched further, pushing my head forward and slid into an extremely tight triple fold. I was one of only a handful of people in the world who could achieve this position. My knees were almost touching the floor. My smiling face raised toward my audience - my crotch just above my head. I reached up with a hand and pulled down on the gusset of my panties, over my face and into my mouth. I bit down and held them tightly. Then I slowly raised my legs into the air. As I did I maintained the bite on my panties and they slipped from my legs leaving me completely naked.

I arched my back and bent my knees. This made my butt stick out right above my head. I wiggled my butt from side to side as Rosa and Caribou cheered. I noticed flashes of green light on the wall over their heads - reflected light from the jewel at the end of my buttplug.

“Wow!” Caribou shouted. “I can’t believe how tight she can bend her back. That’s just crazy.”

Rosa said, “She can do better than that if you push a little.”

I straightened myself out and stood up and bowed, making sure to display my ringed nipples.

“Sexy!” Caribou clapped.

“She can fit in that trunk,” Rosa said.

Caribou and I looked over at the trunk that had been left for us containing all the house documents.

“...in a triple fold,” Rosa continued.

“No fucking way,” Caribou said.

I’m always up for a good challenge.

Rosa opened the lid of the trunk and unceremoniously dumped all the papers on the floor.

I walked gracefully over to the trunk and stepped inside with my feet positioned towards one of the sides. I arched back, placing my hands flat, behind my feet. The width of the trunk would just barely contain my shoulder width, so I had to get a little creative in order to slip my head between my legs. I twisted my torso as I pushed my arms between my legs. I reached up to grasp the upper lip of the trunk. With my weight on my chest, this position gave me leverage to slide my feet back towards the side opposite my head.

With my feet now near my breasts, I twisted my torso back to align my body. This forced my legs to squeeze tightly against the walls of the trunk. I was wedged so tightly, I bet you could have turned the trunk over and I would not have slipped out.

“Am I in?” I asked.

“Almost,” Rosa said. I felt her hand slide gently over my abdomen down towards my crotch. “Watch your fingers.”

I released the top edge of the trunk wall above my head. I felt Rosa’s hand apply firm pressure to my abdomen, pushing me a little more tightly into the base of the trunk.

“Wow,” I heard Caribou’s voice from above. “She really wedged in there. Incredible!”

I felt a stream of something wet spray against my upper abdomen and drip down towards the bottom of the trunk, clinging to my chest as it made its journey. A pungent smell wafted towards my nose. There was a second squirt of liquid towards my crotch which eventually began to drip down on my head.

“What are you guys doing up there?” I asked.

“I'm going to close the lid,” Rosa said.

“What is that liquid?” I asked.

Rosa and Caribou did not answer me. I felt the wooden lid of the trunk press above me against my abdomen. There was a loud, metal clicking sound on my left side. They had locked the trunk. I tried to push up against the lid, but it didn’t move at all.

“Rosa?” I asked. I couldn’t move at all. “Rosa?”

I heard muffled voices outside the trunk. Rosa normally wouldn’t pull a prank like this on me. I always felt very safe with her. But, she had been drinking a lot. “Rosa?” I wasn’t feeling completely safe at the moment. “Rosa?!”

Suddenly, I felt the trunk move. It rocked back and forth a little. Were they carrying me somewhere? “Hello? Can you guys hear me? What’s going on out there?”

I listened for their voices.

“I need a quick break,” Caribou was saying. “Before we go down all those stairs.”

“OK, let’s rest for a moment,” Rosa’s voice replied.

I felt the trunk settle on the floor.

The living room is on the ground floor of the house. The only stairs going down from there were through the secret door.

“Rosa! I want to get out please! Rosa!? What are you doing? Open the fucking box!”

I listened for a response.

“I can’t do this,” Rosa said.

“Yes, you can,” Caribou responded. “Don’t listen to her.”

“I thought you said that that shit you squirted in the trunk was a paralytic. I thought she wouldn’t be able to talk.”

“Rosa!” I screamed. “What the fucking are you doing? Open the fucking box!”

“It takes a little while to work,” Caribou said.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Rosa said again. She sounded like she was crying.

“Do that thing!” Caribou said. “That phrase! Then she won’t be able to interrupt.”

“Ok,” Rosa said quietly.

“No!” I screamed. “Rosa! Don’t listen to her! I’ll… I’ll forget this happened… I love you! Stop!”

“Ana,” Rosa’s voice said. She had obviously moved closer down to where my head was located in the trunk.

“No!”

“My little sunbeam…”

“No! Rosa! Don’t do it!”

“My little shaft of light…”

“Noooo-ugh!” Oh, god! My tongue went slack and my arousal blasted off the scales. “Arghhh!”

I tried to reach for my sex, but I couldn’t move anything. I had to have an orgasm! Immediately! I had to remember that I was stuck in a small trunk. But, I had to have an orgasm. But I couldn’t move at all. “Rooo-ugh!”

I felt the trunk rise in the air. There was a rhythmic thump, thump… I imagined that we were descending the stairs. I tried to scream again, but my lips felt funny - tingly. I couldn’t feel the sides of the trunk pressing against me anymore. I needed an orgasm!

I felt drips of liquid splash on my head. I could smell my own arousal. Outside the trunk… thump, thump… My own vaginal lubrication was dripping on my face.

I tried to scream, but I couldn’t even move my mouth. I imagined a dark infinite space. I was floating in the space. I was the only light. One touch and I would have an explosive orgasm. I would fill infinity with light. But I couldn’t move. There was nothing available to touch me.

Suddenly there was light. The trunk was open. Rosa had come to her senses.

I heard a voice… “... really wedged…”

I was floating up from the trunk. I saw all the winches and heavy machinery. I saw the large steel ball. The hatch was open and I was floating toward it. My head slipped through the hatch. Then my body followed. It was tight in this space. I was still bent in a triple fold. My back was bent. My feet were resting next to my face. I think someone was wrenching my arms around. I heard the clicking of handcuffs in the small of my back. Was I being arrested?

Suddenly, there was a loud boom and everything went dark again. They had closed the hatch. I heard heavy metal bars slide into place, locking the hatch closed.

Suddenly I felt dizzy. Up and down became confused. I felt my hair flop up and down, up and down. I had no idea which way was up and down anymore though. I remembered that the metal sphere would spin when it was in its framework.

I felt a new vibration kick in. Every once in a while there was a thump inside my spinning sphere. I imagined the framework gently bouncing against the sides of the hole it was being lowered into.

I needed to orgasm.

The vibration seemed to last for a long time. But then there was a thump and my ears felt like they popped. The vibration was gone. There was no sound. There was no light. All that remained was the vertigo. All that remained was my arousal.

I saw a vision. I saw myself, naked and bent over, turning my head back to look at the person standing behind me, smiling. “Put it in,” I said to myself.

I looked down. I had Havalina’s magic butt plug in my hand. Suddenly, I was Havalina’s buttplug. No. I was inside the bulb at the end of Havalina’s buttplug. Inside the buttplug, I was moving towards my anus. I was pressed up against my anus. Resistance fell away and I slid inside, into the darkness.

The petals of the buttplug splayed out and settled against the walls of my rectum. My bulb flopped about tapping against points of arousal.

Tap, tap, tap…

Hypnotizing me…

Tap, tap, tap…

There’s nothing.