'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 4, Chapter -1
Winter came quickly this year, the snowfall was early and prevented the
enjoyment of the Autumn. There was a cold dampness in the air that was deeply
penetrating. The flu season was upon us in earnest and Linda prompted me to
get a flu shot. We both went for it. I was out for three days with fever and
chills, whereas she had no reaction at all. Since I had gotten the shot at my
company, they felt a certain responsibility for my reaction to it and I was
given an extra week off to recuperate. It took a lot longer.
Up to this time Linda and I had been disagreeing about the publicness of
our relationship. Until last March my mother and sister knew nothing of her.
This was not by design, but more by omission on my part. Her parents knew
about us, and although they had no idea of what we did in private, were very
supportive of our togetherness. This was one area where we had great
differences of opinion. I felt the people we were close to at the office
should not be deliberately denied the knowledge that we were a couple, while
she on the other hand felt it was not for public knowledge. I reasoned that
since Verna had joined us, the secrecy barrier was broken and we should not
avoid this any more. Linda reasoned Verna would say nothing, since she didn't
want to spoil a good thing and both Verna's reputation in a major hospital and
our escapades would depend upon discretion. After all, Verna would spend two
or three weekends with us every month, depending upon her schedule at work.
The problem came to a head with my next promotion. November 1981 was a
very good time for me. I had become an officer of the company and had
increased responsibilities along with a large increase in pay, not to mention
the fringe benefits and perks and the company was sponsorring a Christmas Party
for all executive officers. Since then there has been a change in upper
management philosophy, so these events are no more and as luck would have it, I
was in the last year of this event. Attendance was almost mandatory and since
I had just made "the big time", I was naturally expected to attend. The party
was at the Plaza Hotel, black tie. I told Linda about it and she said I should
go alone. She was quite adamant about this point, calling the event everything
from silly to too rigid for her.
Our first fight then promptly ensued. The whole bit ... yelling, threats,
if you don't like it then get out, etc. etc. ... thoroughly distasteful. I
finally told her she would go or be gone when I got back. This seemed to get
to her. She cried a bit, threw a tantrum and then settled down. A
depressingly long discussion then followed.
She told me she was afraid of many things, one of them was loosing me. She
felt if anyone would know of us, they would try to break us up. She was afraid
I would find someone else and be done with her. She was absolutely sure there
were many people at my office that would snatch me up in a minute if she
weren't around. I told her this was all nonsense. She spoke about being
faithful to me, she had never once thought of another man. I was a bit nasty
and asked her about a woman. She became very upset at that, it was a low blow.
I realized she took me very seriously and suddenly I had really hurt her, for
the first time. I felt terrible about what I had said and tried to explain
that I believed in her fidelity. I knew the only others had been Jane and Verna
and that was for us, not just her. I told her I enjoyed the sessions and
outside of those occurrences, I had no others since her. We were both telling
the truth, after all what energies did we have left for anyone else and who
else could handle our special desires as well as each other. What I never did
get around to telling her was that I was not ashamed of what we did and
certainly not of her. I can see now if I had told her that at the time, much
could have been avoided.
Finally she regained her composure and we came to an agreement. She would
go to my Christmas party and I would go to her company's New Years' Eve party.
We further agreed that we would not hide the existence of our relationship from
any acquaintances or not-so-close friends. If asked directly, we would not
deny we lived together or that we were lovers. Neither one of us would
unnecessarily divulge that information, nor would either of us try to hide it.
I was too blind to see it was her guilt of what she did and wanted to do that
she was really trying to hide.
One minor concession on my part was the next day. In preparation for
Christmas I would always get Linda a piece of jewelry, something of the season
or something I would like to see her wear. I had gone into a little jewelry
store in the lobby of my building at lunch looking for such a bauble. The
jeweler was a friend of mine and I would chat with him often. He said he had
something special for me this time. He wasn't kidding. 1 -1/2 karats, pear
shaped, mounted in a Tiffany setting and the price made it too good to pass up.
The thought of having it reset into a pendant was uppermost in my mind, but
I thought it over and decided to give it as a ring. An engagement ring?
Maybe, maybe not.
Her dress for the Christmas Party came in, so we went for the final fitting
and adjustments. She was a perfect size 10 except for her chest, which was
more of a 12. There were always problems that could be solved only by getting
in both sizes and picking the one needing the fewest alterations. The dress
was a floor length cranberry velvet with a low scoop neck. The size 10 made
her breasts overflow the neckline and I wondered how dancing with her would be.
We took the size 10 with no alterations.
We went to a French restaurant in the mid-forties between 6th and 7th
Avenues. A French restaurant is a place you go to when you want to be abused
by French waiters, pay exorbitant prices to eat miniscule portions of almost
raw meat and, more to the point, when you have something special to say.
After the pastry and coffee, I started to tell her why we were there. I
gave her the ring, put it on her finger, a perfect fit, told her I wanted her
to have it and what it would signify was up to us to decide. I said I had very
deep feelings for her and if she would like, we would be married. If the idea
of marriage was not for now, then she could wear it until the idea was more
palatable. It was very simple, I wanted her to have it and anything that went
with it and she could decide how much that was. She just looked at it and
suddenly realized I was not about to hear anything about her taking it off.
She just said she loved me so completely and would accept it as an expression
of how we felt for each other. I was pleased.
The day of the Christmas Party came and we took off from work. In my
position it was expected because of the party, for her it was one of those 24
hour virus things that go around. It had been three days since I gave her the
ring and we had not talked about it since. Now was the time. She said she did
want to marry me and was afraid to bring it up before, because of our way of
making love. She was afraid it would change and she needed it so very much.
She also was afraid if she did not marry me, I would find someone else and she
would loose me. Either way she was very scared. I told her I had no plans of
changing anything between us and was not looking for something different. I
was proud of her and felt our feelings were not to be hidden. Our private life
was just that, private. True we shared some of that with Verna, but she was
just something we both had fun with. We could get along without her and it
would not change any feelings between us. I made it clear that the ring was no
pressuring of marriage and it could be as soon or as late as she wished it, if
at all. Until such time when she was to leave or we were to be married, she
would be considered my fiance. It was decided and that night I introduced
Linda to many very envious associates as my fiance. Deep inside I think I
wanted it to work.
The party was a tremendous success. We had two dances together and many of
my friends asked how long we had been seeing each other. The response was that
we had known each other for about two years. Had we set a date yet? No, we
had only recently gotten engaged and were not sure when the date would be. The
usual bullshit about finding a place, etc. There were those who were skeptical
at our relationship. She was so much younger than I and, if the truth be
really known, she was far more attractive than I would be expected to have
acquired on my own. She was one of, if not, the most beautiful lady at the
event.
For the next few days I received a lot of heckling at the office.
Everything from the remotest implications that I had hired her for the evening
or she was my sister. I have a strange crew at the office and I paid them no
real attention.
A week and a half later there was the New Year's Eve party at the Waldorf
Astoria and her company spared no expense in throwing this bash for the
employees. 1250 were eligible to come and 370 showed up. Never could
understand passing up an affair like that, especially since it was free. She
wore the same dress and looked just as good. The crowd was generally younger
than at my company's party and there was little said about us as a couple.
There was only one other person there that I knew, the Chairman of the Board.
We exchanged pleasantries and never mentioned the previous incident. I got the
feeling it was something he would rather not remember and I felt the same.
We left shortly after 1:30am. I had rented a limo for the night, since
driving on New Year's Eve in New York City was totally inconceivable to me as
was any mode of public transportation. She was very happy at the way the
evening turned out, as if she realized there was really nothing to fear. She
put her head on my shoulder and said she didn't want this night to end.
Everything seemed right, I didn't want it to end either.
The next few months passed quickly and we discussed with her parents a
possible marriage. They were very pleased and her father and I spent much time
talking about things. He was glad we had decided to do this and said he knew
we were right for each other, although her mother was not so outspoken. A
tentative date of early June 1982 was partially agreed upon by all parties.
The wedding was to be informal and the reception was to be small. From time to
time I had to reassure Linda this would not change things between us, it could
only make them better, or so I thought.
Our sessions with Verna seemed fewer and farther between. Her work
patterns were getting out of hand and we had discussed the possibility of
cutting her loose. Both of us were reluctant to do so, since she had come so
far. She was our toy and we did not really want to loose her. April 1982 and
Verna's job changed. She was now an administrative person. Her day, 7:00am to
3:00pm Monday through Friday. Every weekend was free and she spent them with
us. Just as this was getting tiring tragedy struck.
Linda's father passed away from a stroke on May 3rd, 1982 ... our wedding
plans were cancelled, since her mother needed her for support. They had been
married for 41 years. He had been retired for the last 8 or so years and they
spent all their time together. Her mother was completely lost without him.
Linda could not finish the semester and took five incompletes in her
subjects. Her teachers were understanding and allowed her to make up the work
over the summer. She did. Linda spent a lot of time with her mother and our
weekend diversions were few and far between. Verna offered to stay with me so
I would not be lonely, but Linda did not like that idea, neither did I. One
Friday night when Linda was at her mother's house, Verna stopped over. She
said she was really horny and wanted me to do something about it. She
suggested calling Linda and knew she would say it was alright. I told her that
without Linda I had no interest in her and she should leave. She said she
would but if she did leave, she would not be back. I told her I didn't give a
shit and she left. She also lied, Linda would have objected, quite strongly.
I sat there wondering about what I had just done. All kinds of thoughts
went through my head ... Had I just screwed up a good thing? Why had I turned
her down? Was it really only Linda I wanted? Or was it that without Linda,
nothing made any difference? Did I need her that much? A long time ago I
swore to myself I would never let anyone get that close to me, it hurt too much
when they left. What had happened to that oath?
Linda got home around 9:45 that night and said her mom was better. Two
weeks later on July 7th, 1982 her mother passed away from a massive coronary.
Many would think she died of a broken heart. I was one of the many.
After this shock had befallen us, there was a period of great quietness.
Nothing happened. There was no sex, no dining out, no movies, nothing. We
were both a little numb from the prior events. We needed time.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 4, Chapter -2
At the end of August we decided to take our vacation. Linda had to take
her's before October 1 and I could use some time off. The prior few months had
been hard on both of us. I had told Verna to buzzoff several times and it
seemed as if she had listened. In a strange way we both missed her. We had
made no plans to go anywhere for vacation so we figured we would get the place
straightened up and take some short trips on the bike.
We finally decided to call Verna and reached her just in time. She was
trying to think of what to do on her two week vacation and I got the bright
idea to have her spend it with us. She thought about it until I said "In the
Cave". I guessed she missed it a little also.
The next 13 days were the most exhausting of my life. Verna had progressed
to the point where she could climax over and over from being bound and
tormented. She learned ass fucking and got to enjoy it a great deal. Heavy
nipple clamps and piercing were completely out for her, however she made up for
that minor oversight by mastering the ability to be fist fucked, only by Linda,
my hand was too big. It was a remarkable sight to see her suspended, legs wide
apart, with Linda's hand inside her right up to the wrist, twisting from right
to left. It was truly one of Verna's highest moments.
Verna took quite well to candle wax, but could never take it directly on
her nipples. She preferred it on her ass and I aim to please. Linda would
kneel in front of me as I placed the hot wax on her nipples, then place small
birthday candles in the wax and light them. Linda would let them burn almost
all the way down and I would extinguish them with an ice cube.
During those days I would only fuck Verna in the ass. I would let her do
oral service to me only in preparation for Linda. It was only her cunt that I
would enter and only her cunt I would eat. Nothing Verna was willing to do
would distract me from Linda, she was mine and I wanted her to feel it.
One evening Linda and I decided to use the cross on the wall for the first
time. It was a rather awkward thing, just two pieces of 2'x6' planks secured
to the wall in the shape of an 'X'. Not really sure of what to use it for, I
left it merely painted black. At least it covered some of the wall and made an
interesting place to hang the occasional misplaced whip. While looking at it, I
got the idea of securing a person to it. To this end I asked Verna to stand on
it for a measurement.
While Verna took a rest break, I installed a series of screw eyes on the
outline of her approximate form on the cross. When she awakened, I brought her
back to the Cave and asked her to resume the position I used for outlining.
With that we began to apply 1/8" nylon rope through the eyes, Linda did one
side and I the other. Verna was securely fastened with ropes crisscrossing her
body at every 2" or so intervals. She was well bound, all but her tits. It
seemed unfair to restrain those huge globes and I was not to be accused of
being unfair.
We left her there for hours and in that time I pleasured Linda over and
over again. I loved the way she would wrap her legs around my neck and just
come over and over and over. We then spent much time in a 69 position and
finally I took her in the ass. She screamed how she loved it, she did. Verna
finally spoke up saying "What about me?" and that pissed Linda off.
She put a gag in her mouth and said she would brand her right on those big
bouncing tits. I sat back in the chair to see how far she would go, while
Verna started to become more than a little uncomfortable at the prospect of
being branded. Linda got out the charcoal and after opening the window a bit,
started a fire. After about twenty minutes the coals in the brassiere were
glowing a smooth grey ash. She then put the irons in and watched for the next
half hour as they took on a cherry red glow.
Verna was starting to become a little panicky and began to strain at her
bonds, but it was no use, I do good work. But was this to be? Was Verna to
have the brand of some ranch on those huge breasts just like some cow on the
range? I had other ideas.
As Linda was getting ready to remove the first iron, I interrupted her with
a simple sentence "You cannot do that to her, if you are not willing to have it
done to you." Linda just put the iron down and realized what she had let
herself in for. There was no turning back ... I had spoken. She had to
prepare herself for the fate she had preordained, so she bowed her head and
just said "How do you want me, Master?"
I put her in her usual suspension position. Verna was still hanging
around, a bit wide-eyed at the whole event and obviously relieved she would not
be at the other end of those irons. I wanted to reassure her, so I came over
and gently and softly whispered to her "You're next." Her struggles were to no
avail and Linda was sweating a little. Had she finally bitten off more than
she could chew?
There was a bucket of ice next to my chair for several reasons, primarily
to keep drinks cold since the summer heat coupled with the additional heat from
the charcoal was proving to be somewhat stifling ... and for another purpose.
About half the ice had already melted and turned into water. I removed a few
cubes, went over to Verna and placed them on her nipples. As the chill passed
through her body, I reminded her that this was where the iron would fall. She
struggled again, a total waste of time. "Relax and enjoy" I told her.
With Linda suspended from her wrists, legs spread wide apart, nipples
extended with the needles crossed in them from the thin wires from the ceiling,
I placed the ice right between her hair line and her belly button. "This is for
you" I whispered in her ear. A look of fear came to her face and she started
to protest about not there and stuff like that. I felt it better to not run
the risk of confusing directions, so I gagged her. She squirmed, so I was
forced to place another rope around her waist and secure her to two points,
making it no longer possible for her to move.
With both prey well tethered I began. First I re_EX an iron from the
fire and come close to each of them, asking each one who would like to be
first. Even with the gags in place I could tell there were no volunteers, the
choice was mine. The first iron was getting a little cool, so for effect I
plunged it into the ice bucket. The room filled with a smokey steam and the
smell of fear from both ladies. "I can't bear the thought of having you see
this" I said as I blindfolded Verna. Linda was sure she would be first. I
took another iron, walked over to her and let her feel the heat just above her
cunt. She knew the spot was unchangeable. "I don't think you should see this
either" I said as I blindfolded her. She thrashed and squirmed, but remained
secure.
I went back to the fire and got another iron. I let Verna feel the heat
from a few inches away and then carefully switched the iron in my left hand
with one from the ice bucket in my right hand. As I placed the cold iron on
Verna's nipple, she let out a muffled scream that went right through Linda.
Again on the other nipple and a similar reaction.
As I went to Linda I whispered in her ear "And now for you, you will not
scream, you will be brave. Soon you will wear my brand and you will be
completely mine." This seemed to calm her down, but there was still a lot of
anxiety so she took a deep breath and nodded her readiness.
I took the hot iron and passed it near her cunt. "A little lower, I think."
This drove her into a frenzy. I could tell that the muffled cries were "No,
no, no...." She had gotten herself into this and I was not letting her out of
it. As I touched her with the ice cold iron, she climaxed intensely and with
violent spasms passed out. As I looked just above the hairline I saw a red
welt appear and then disappear before my eyes. I wished Verna had seen it
also, but I was the only one who did. It was as if she had been actually
branded and then it vanished. To this day I have not been able to either
replicate or explain it. It remains a mystery to me.
Later Verna said the cold was a big shock to her, but she knew it was cold
and not hot, while Linda said she actually felt the burn. I wasn't sure the
whole thing was such a great idea.
Verna left the next day to return to the real world. We needed another
week to recuperate before work and I needed to figure out what had really
happened.
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End of 'Five Years' Part 4
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