Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2000 10:51:22 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: My Seventeenth Summer, Part 29

Hannah, Tina's stepmother, stood there on the back porch, staring at us
wide-eyed. I was so shocked I almost choked on the piece of banana I was
chewing.

Then, as I watched, Madeleine came creeping up behind her. With one swift
motion, she seized Hannah's right wrist and locked a handcuff around it.
Before Hannah could react, Madeleine had grabbed the other wrist and cuffed
it, too, behind her back. Hannah turned toward Madeleine, opened her mouth,
and just froze for a couple of seconds. She seemed about to say something
when Madeleine gagged her with a cloth, which she then tied around Hannah's
head. Madeleine took Hannah firmly by the arm and they disappeared from
view.

I was still reeling from what I'd witnessed when I heard the back door
open. I blinked my eyes and tried to reconstruct what had just
happened. OK, Hannah must have followed Tina here to keep an eye on her.
The face I'd seen outside the night before -- it must have been her. So
tonight, Madeleine had spotted her, snuck away without saying a word to me,
retrieved the handcuffs and gag...and I'd seen the rest.

This was a tricky situation. Madeleine didn't know who Hannah was. It felt
like big trouble brewing; my heart was beating hard and fast.

When I stepped into the hallway -- forgetting for the moment about Tina,
who was still tied naked on the kitchen table -- Madeleine was struggling
to get a resistant Hannah through the back door. When I paused there for a
moment, Madeleine growled, "Well, don't just stand there, Morgan. Give me a
hand."

I hesitated -- I wasn't sure if what Madeleine was doing was a good idea
or not. But I was accustomed to following Madeleine's instructions, so I
walked over and took Hannah's other arm, and together Madeleine and I
easily maneuvered her through the door and closed it behind her. She ceased
resisting and stood helpless in our grip.

I felt like I had to say something, so I asked, as gently as possible, the
only question that was on my mind. "Um, Madeleine, what are you doing?"

"I'm making a citizen's arrest on a trespasser," she answered.

"And what are you going to do with her?"

Madeleine looked Hannah up and down; she was trembling slightly. "I
haven't made up my mind yet."

"Can we talk in private?" I asked. I needed to speak to Madeleine away
from Hannah, who was now looking at me imploringly as I tried to avert my
eyes.

"Sure. Let's stash her downstairs."

This seemed like another bad idea, but I nodded, eager just to be alone
with Madeleine, tell her what I knew, and find out if she had a plan. We
led Hannah through the kitchen to the basement door, where I held her from
behind as Madeleine found the key and turned the lock. Once downstairs, we
attached Hannah's handcuffs to a chain in the corner and bound her ankles
so that she could sit comfortably but couldn't move around much.

Then we returned to the kitchen, where I spilled the beans: "That's Tina's
stepmom. That's Hannah."

"Hmmm..." said Madeleine. "Interesting. That makes a lot of sense."

"Well what are we going to do?" I asked, my voice rising. "We can't keep
her prisoner forever. She's probably going to call the police -- if she
hasn't already."

"I don't think so."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, I spied on her for a while before I did anything. She
wasn't watching because she was planning on having anybody arrested. She
was watching because she wanted to."

I thought back to the things Hannah had said, the way she acted...was it
possible? I was skeptical. "How do you know?"

"I could tell by the look in her eyes. She was getting off on it, and
wishing she could be right in the middle. It took me one minute to see a
whole lifetime of repressed desires. Believe me, Morgan, I'm never wrong
about these things."

I thought for a minute. I'd never known Madeleine to be wrong about
anything that mattered...but I was still uneasy. I had to admit, "I'm
worried, Madeleine. This is serious."

"I know. But you've trusted me this far. You might as well trust me all
the way."

* * *

I can only guess what must have been going through Hannah's mind in the
next half-hour or so as she waited, bound and helpless, in the dim light of
the basement. But in the meantime, Madeleine's baroque imagination had been
working overtime. When Hannah heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up,
the first thing she saw was Tina and I walking side by side. Tina was naked
and blindfolded; Madeleine had let me clean all the chocolate and whatnot
off her, but hadn't let me explain what was happening, because...well, I
guess because she liked it better that way.

Both Tina's hands and mine were tied behind our backs. I was still wearing
what I'd been wearing: a long black T-shirt hanging down over
blue-and-white striped tights. Madeleine was guiding us down the steps with
one hand on each of our shoulders; clad all in black leather, she looked
more like the stereotype of a dominatrix than I'd ever seen her before.

At the bottom of the steps, Madeleine released Tina, who stood obediently
in place. She led me to the corner of the room opposite Hannah, where she
put a collar around my neck which she then attached to a long chain.
Madeleine then ran the chain through a cinch so that only a couple inches
of slack were left.

Having thus situated me, Madeleine returned to Tina and led her over
toward the couch. Untying Tina's hands, Madeleine laid her flat upon the
square shag rug in front of the couch, which was just big enough to hold
her body. Madeleine pulled Tina's arms into a V above her head and retied
them in that position.

Satisfied, Madeleine stood and looked around the room. I could see she was
positively glowing with the thrill of having us all in her power this way:
Hannah helpless and confused, Tina naked and blind, and me willing but
anxious. Her mind was racing, considering carefully what was the one way to
derive the most pleasure from this situation.

She disappeared into a corner and returned a moment later brandishing a
riding crop. She walked over to Tina and ran the tip of the crop across
Tina's lips, then forced it into her mouth. Tina dutifully sucked it. When
it was good and wet, Madeleine trailed it down Tina's chin and neck,
circled her breasts with it, then ever-so-gently slid it across her
nipples, causing them to stiffen visibly. I looked over at Hannah, seeking
a clue as to her reaction to the proceedings, but her eyes were hidden in
shadow. How did it feel to see her stepdaughter used as Madeleine's sexual
plaything? Was it turning her on? It was certainly working on me.

Madeleine left Tina and came to me. A knife appeared in her hand, flashing
as she cut a slit all the way up the left side of my T-shirt. Pulling away
what was now a black rag and tossing it aside, she proceeded to slice the
piece of cloth that connected the cups of my bra; the knife felt cold
against my skin. I felt the same cool sensation against each shoulder as
she cut the straps; the ruined undergarment fell down around my feet.

As she had with Tina, Madeleine traced around my tits with the riding crop
and teased my nipples with it, making them harden and swell. Then she ran
it down my ribs and into my belly button; I felt my pussy come to life,
growing wet and craving attention -- it hadn't been touched since
yesterday, and that was a long time ago. But just then Madeleine turned her
back on me and strode away. I exhaled loudly and reminded myself to be
patient. If I knew Madeleine, she'd make it more than worth my while in the
end.