| Janelle Finds Her Calling: Chapter Two I began this story more than a year ago, and after receiving some kind, supportive fan mail, decided to try and carry it forward. If you must know, Janelle is my alter ego, Catherine is an older woman to whom I have recently become reacquainted. The twins are not based on anyone I know, only what I would love to experience. Birkita brought a forefinger to her lips to signal Maeve that silence would be appreciated for the time being. Maeve nodded her head in understanding and stealthfully covered the last few feet. She laid out the rope on the grass behind Janelle and stood, patiently waiting for the next step. Janelle seemed to be in a trance, breathy noises escaping from her mouth occasionally and even a slight shiver mixed in. Birkita was still massaging her shoulders, tracing her fingers along the nape of her neck and down her arms, which hung lazily to each side. In her mind, Janelle was lying with her head in Cat's lap, enjoying the tingly sensations caused by Birkita's delicate fingers. She felt heavenly about being under Cat's spell and never wanted the feeling to end. Birkita signaled Maeve to start securing their new playmate. Maeve couldn't believe how easy it was to draw Janelle's arms behind her. There was no reaction when Maeve began looping the rope around Janelle's wrist, loosely at first, and then running a length of rope between the wrists to cinch the ropes. It was like handcuffs made of rope. Maeve used other lengths of rope to secure Janelle's wrist to the base of the chair, and then other ropes to secure her feet to the same base, so that her ankles were slightly tucked under the chair and were off the ground. Janelle could, of course, feel the tugs of the rope, but they were merely part of her fantasy with Cat and she remained docile. It was only when Birkita stopped her massage and planted a kiss on the top of her head that Janelle seemed to awaken from her thoughts. She saw Maeve standing just inches away, innocently smiling. Janelle felt as though Maeve towered over her. After testing her bonds, Janelle became aware of another feeling, that of helplessness, and it was not a bad feeling. She saw Birkita come into view, sliding into position next to her sister. She folded her arms across her chest, put her weight on her left foot and slightly nodded. Janelle felt her face flush and rise in temperature. She dropped her head, shamefully, fully understanding her predicament. In her fantasies, she would be on her knees in front of Catherine, washing her feet. She felt the same wave of arousal now. A touch of humiliation combined with her secret desires to serve a powerful woman. It was supposed to be Cat though, someone older who would command her respect. Janelle was a little confused about what she was feeling and just sat there, not trying to escape, her head bowed. Maeve moved in even closer, her face inches from Janelle's face. Maeve tucked one finger under Janelle's chin and easily guided her head up until their eyes locked and Janelle felt waves of deep humiliation, of arousal and -- was it a feeling of satisfaction? Or perhaps the feeling of utter joy of finding herself consumed with passion -- something good and wonderful. Maeve broke the trance by surprising Janelle with a quick lap of her tongue on her lips. It was electric. "We're sorry to trick you into this but tie-up games are a specialty of ours," Birkita said. "I love the feeling of power I get when I control someone else. I know this seems rushed, but we've been playing with Cat for so long and she said we could just pick up with you. I mean, if that's OK with you." It was not so much a question than a statement. "Besides, Maeve and I have been watching you and Cat said you would cooperate with us," Birkita continued. "She said you're just our type and that we could trust you with our lives. She said she wouldn't want anyone else but you to take over babysitting us." Janelle's mind was spinning now. Birkita spoke of 'trust' and Cat's faith in her. Of course she would never let Cat down. Of course she would do whatever was asked. In this way, Janelle began to transfer her dependence on Cat to Birkita and Maeve. She wanted to make Cat proud of her. She was still unable to speak though, still timid in the grips of the twins' confidence and control over her. "Yeah, we want you to babysit us from now on," Maeve said. "Though, really, we're going to babysit you. Any questions? Janelle looked at Maeve and then at Birkita. Her mind was mush anyway and it was al;l she could do to simply nod her head no. "Cat was right. You are better suited for us," Maeve said. "I think you are perfect. I think we're going to get along just fine." Maeve picked up one of the handkerchiefs and softly covered Janelle's eyes, tying it off behind her head. Janelle did not struggle. "Good girl," Birkita said. "Now it's time to play truth or dare, only you're getting all the questions and dares." Janelle felt her excitement grow again. Hopefully Chapter 3 will come soon. Janelle is about to bare herself completely to the twins. |