Part Two

“Mr. Holcomb?”

“Agent Lee.  What a pleasant surprise.  And what brings the FBI to my door this time?”

As I stepped back and allowed her to enter, it struck me that something was just a little bit different this time.  As before, she was immaculately dressed, hair and makeup perfect.  But something seemed off.  I finally decided it was her attitude.  For some reason, she didn’t seem quite so sure of herself this time.

“Actually, I’m off duty at the moment.  So it’s Miss Lee.  Or Jasmine, if you prefer.”

“Jasmine,” I smiled.  Well, if it’s Jasmine, then it can’t be Mr. Holcomb.  Call me Jim.”

She smiled.  “Jim, then.”

Returning the smile, I ushered her into my office.  Once we’d both settled into chairs, I decided to get things started.

“So, if this isn’t FBI business, what brings you here?”

“I’ve been thinking about the first time I was here.”

“And?”

“And I’d like to ask you some questions, if I may?”

“Ask away.”

The next hour turned into a BDSM Q&A.  Obviously, Jasmine had been thinking about her last visit quite a bit, and her questions made that fact obvious.  Gradually, her questions centered more and more on bondage.  Finally, after a barrage of “what if” type questions, I decided maybe some hands on would help.

“Would you like to try it?” I asked.

Jasmine’s eyes widened.  “Try it?”  I nodded.  “You mean, being a slave?”

I smiled.  “Actually, I meant bondage.”  At this, she relaxed slightly, then stiffened.

“But,” she protested, “if you bind me, doesn’t that make me your slave?”

“Being bound means only that you’ve been bound,” I replied.  Being a slave takes a lot of thought, and an agreement by both sides.”

“So I can be tied, without being a slave?”

“Exactly.”

Jasmine glanced around, then shook her head.  “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I could be comfortable alone with you that way.”

Again I smiled.  “No problem.  Melissa can be there.”

“Really?  With her support, I think I could give this a try.”

Still smiling, I reached for the intercom.

“Should I be naked?”

The question came from Jasmine, of course.  Melissa, as usual, was already naked, and smiled in response.

“It does make you feel more helpless and vulnerable,” she replied.  “And Master would never use you without your consent, so you’ll be perfectly safe.”

“If you say so.”  Jasmine looked doubtful, but quickly shed her clothing.  The body revealed surpassed everything her professional attire had only hinted at.  Long, toned legs.  Tight, firm ass.  Her breasts were small, but perfectly molded.  I couldn’t resist the urge to simply admire the view for several long seconds before I began her bondage.

Soon enough, a sturdy leather belt was fastened around Jasmine’s trim waist.  Attached to a ring on the back was a pair of leather cuffs.  A second belt, thinner, encircled her chest just beneath her arm pits.  Melissa was identically belted.  As her belt was buckled, Melissa turned and placed her hands behind her, ready to be cuffed, but I had other plans.  Gently, I drew the two women together, facing each other.  Taking Jasmine’s wrists, I secured them in the cuffs at Melissa’s back.  Melissa’s wrists were soon secured behind Jasmine’s back, making the two look like they were hugging each other.

“Ok so far?” I asked.  Testing her bonds, Jasmine nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” she replied.

“Honey, you’re already fine,” Melissa stated, reaching with both bound hands to cup Jasmine’s ass, bringing a surprised gasp and smile.  I smiled too, then continued.

From a ring on the back of Melissa’s chest strap, I ran a cord up to an eye bolt in the ceiling, then back down to the ring on Jasmine’s chest strap.  Drawn snug, this would keep them from falling should they lose their balance.

Next, I knelt and parted their legs.  Reaching up, I tested, first Melissa, and then, more slowly, Jasmine.  Both women were wet and ready.  Smiling, I took up a 45 degree double dildo and fitted one end into each, Jasmine gasping as she felt her end slide within her.  A ring was mounted on the outside of the bend.  Another cord, running from the ring in the back of one waist belt, through the ring in the dildo, then up to the second belt ring, ensured the dildo wasn’t coming out.  A strap drew Jasmine’s left thigh snugly against Melissa’s right thigh, while a second strap secured the other pair of thighs.  A final strap drew all four ankles together, Jasmine’s feet between Melissa’s.

Rising, I stepped back to examine my work.  Already, both women were rocking their hips as much as their bonds would allow.  I considered gagging them, but decided this was enough for Jasmine’s first time.  Patting both on the ass, I wished them much enjoyment, then retired to my office.

Activating the television, I deliberately turned the sound off.  What the two talked about while bound was their business.  I simply watched as they writhed and twisted.  Finally, Jasmine exploded into orgasm, the first of several she had before I finally released them.  Melissa, a well trained slave, had not cum at all, a condition I intended to correct later.  Once released, a very aroused Melissa led a shaky and spent Jasmine to the shower, then both joined me in my office.

Surprisingly, Jasmine had left her clothing in the other room.  As the two naked women stood before me, I wondered if any man had ever been faced by such beauty.  Gesturing both to chairs, I turned my attention to Jasmine.

“So, what do you think of your first bondage session.”

“It was…..well……it…..um….well, hell, it was fantastic!  I’ve never cum like that.”

“At least you came,” Melissa said.

“You didn’t cum?” Jasmine asked in a surprised voice.

“A good slave cums only with her Master’s permission,” was the reply.  “But don’t feel sorry for me.  If Master allows me to cum tonight, I’ll be remembering how it felt to be tied to you, and mine will put yours to shame.”

“Braggart,” I teased.  “And yes, I think you’ve earned a good cum tonight.  Maybe two.”  Melissa beamed.

“Any other thoughts?” I asked, turning my attention back to Jasmine, who was licking her lips nervously.

“Well, yes.  Now that I’ve experienced bondage, I’d like to feel more.  Do you think, after Melissa goes home, you could teach me?”

“Why wait?” 

At Jasmine’s shocked look, Melissa laughed.  “Slaves are like family, hon.  And I’d love to have you for a sister.”

As the two naked women rose and hugged each other, I simply sat behind my desk, marveling at my good fortune, and wondering if I could handle two slaves such as these.  One thing for sure, I was going to get my chance.

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