It would be fair to say that Sharon and Dave didn’t get a lot of sleep that night, but they did make up for it by sleeping late, although there wasn’t a lot of sleeping going on, and then taking a very long but enjoyable shower together. Again, Dave wound up drying her hair afterwards, but this time she ended up sitting on the bathroom shelf as they made love. That led to another quick shower, but she made sure she kept her hair dry, since it was getting along in the morning, by now.

Out in the main part of the room, Sharon headed for the suitcase. “God, I hate to do this,” she told him.

“What, get dressed?” he said.

“Well, yeah,” she said. “But I felt so good about looking good yesterday, I hate the thought of going back to grubbies when I know Helena is going to be looking like a million bucks, as usual.”

“I sure liked the way you looked,” he said. “It made me feel so incredibly lucky to be seen with such a babe.”

“Even with handcuffs on?” she asked.

“Especially with handcuffs on,” he smiled.

“Are you trying to get me in bed again?”

“Ready if you are,” he said. “I’m about all fucked out, but I think I could pull it together one more time.”

“I know I’m ready,” she smiled. “And yeah, I’m about as close to all fucked out as I’ve ever been. But we really should get moving or they’re going to have to drag us out of here bare-assed.” She let out a sigh. “I wonder if Helena would mind if I wore this dress again today.”

“Probably not,” he shrugged. “You can always change when we get to their place.”

“All right,” she said, pulling on the garter belt. “I think I will.”

“You trying to keep me horny?”

“You darn betcha,” she smiled.

When they finally emerged from the motel room, it was mid-morning; they discovered Helena and Andy sitting at a table by the pool, drinking coffee. “Well, look who finally managed to drag themselves out of bed,” Helena grinned.

“We’ve been up for a while,” Sharon said sheepishly. “We, uh, decided to take a shower.”

“There’s no rush,” Andy grinned. “Unless you want to head back over to the amusement park for a while.”

“No, not unless you want to,” Sharon said thoughtfully. “I think we did about all we wanted to there, though.”

“My feelings exactly,” Dave agreed.

“We were just talking about it,” Andy said. “What do you say we have some coffee, leisurely ready ourselves, maybe have some breakfast, and then head home? We’ll get there a little earlier than we planned, but there are some steaks in the freezer. I can fire up the grill, and anyone who wants to use the pool or hot tub could do it.”

“You have a pool and a hot tub?” Sharon said, a little surprised.

“They came with the place,” Andy smiled. “We weren’t about to rip them out.”

“If you like,” Helena offered, “We can go in and I can get you made up again.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Sharon said. “I mean, if we’re just going to drive back to your place, and all. But thanks, it was kind of fun to look that nice.”

“All the more reason to do it today,” Helena grinned. “Come on, let’s do it. I’ve got a dress you can try on that I’m sure will please Dave.”

“So long as it doesn’t get me arrested,” Sharon grinned.

“It shouldn’t,” Helena laughed. “But just barely. Come on, let’s go.”

“All right,” Sharon said as she followed her sister to the motel room.

The dress proved to be another halter-top affair, red this time, tight and short and low cut and slinky. “Wow, this looks good,” Sharon said. “Helena, I can’t believe how nice you’ve been to us this weekend. I mean, it’s been a bit weird, but I’ve really enjoyed it.”

“That’s the point,” she smiled. “We wanted you to have a good time.”

“It’s been wonderful,” Sharon said as she pulled on the dress. “It’s been the best time I’ve had in years.”

“Oh, by the way,” Helena said, “You left your top out by the hot tub last night. Don’t let me forget to give it to you.”

Despite everything, Sharon had to blush. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess we were a little, uh, eager, last night.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Helena grinned. “I mean, why do you think you got that massage? Like I said, we wanted you to have a good time.”

Unlike the morning before, the guys joined them early in the makeup process, and the four sat around just talking about nothing in particular. The makeup didn’t take as long as the morning before, although Helena took her time to show Sharon a few tricks and techniques. “You ought to think about getting your hair styled sometime. I don’t mean an all out hairdo that would involve a lot of work, but just some styling. If you were to work at it even a little, you could really look good.”

“I don’t know,” Sharon frowned. “Dave, what do you think?”

“I think you look like a serious babe,” he smiled. “You look absolutely wonderful.”

“Maybe I’ll have to tone it up a little,” she said thoughtfully. “It is fun to feel like I look pretty. I mean, if it would please you.”

“You have no idea of how much it would please me,” he grinned.

“Now that we’ve got that done,” Andy said. “We’d better think about loading up and hitting the road.”

“Just one thing,” Helena said, getting up. She picked up the collar she’d worn the day before, went over to Andy, and knelt before him, holding it out to him. Once again, as Sharon and Dave looked on, he took the collar from her and locked it around her neck, then asked her to rise. “Thank you, sir,” she said when she was on her feet again.

“We doing that again today?” Dave asked.

“Your call,” Andy said. “We can use the leashes again today, or not, as the ladies choose.”

Dave and Sharon looked at each other for just a second, and really, there wasn’t a lot of communication needed. “Be right back,” Sharon said, heading out the door for their motel room. She was back in seconds, carrying the collar and leash she’d worn the day before, and knelt before Dave, like Helena had done with Andy. She could feel an indescribable excitement rise in her at the feeling of him fastening it around her neck. After he asked her to rise, she said, “Thank you, sir,” as contritely as Helena had done – but with a gratefulness that reached deep into unknown places within her.

In fact, they did dispense with the leashes, at least while they were getting the car loaded, but when they stopped for breakfast a ways up the road, both the ladies were leashed, and again they drew stares and gapes and laughed at their own little private joke on the whole world. It was a lot of fun.

It was a long drive back. This time, Sharon and Dave were together in the back seat. They really hadn’t had a lot of sleep the night before, and it wasn’t long before Sharon had her head on his shoulder and was fading fast. She noticed that Helena was snuggled up next to Andy, her head on his shoulder as well.

The next thing they knew, they were back at Helena and Andy’s. “Wow, are we here already?” she asked sleepily.

“Afraid so,” Andy said. “The three of you were sleeping so soundly, I hated to wake you up.”

“Guess we needed the sleep,” Dave said sheepishly.

“You ready for me to get going with the steaks?” Andy asked. “Or would you rather I waited a while?”

“I can wait, if Sharon can,” Dave replied. “That was an awful big breakfast.”

“Let’s get the stuff shifted over, then head out back and have something to drink,” Andy suggested.

Helena and Andy’s fenced-off patio proved to be cozy. There was a small above-ground pool, a hot tub, some lounge chairs, a table with umbrella and chairs. It was the last that they gathered around, after Helena brought snacks and Andy a bottle of sparkling Burgundy and wine glasses. “You know,” Dave said as Andy opened the bottle, “You keep that up, and you’re going to turn us into wine snobs.”

“Please, not snobs,” Andy grinned. “Connoisseurs, yes, but we really aren’t out to impress anyone with our knowledge of wine.”

“Be that as it may,” Dave said. “It could grow on you, like a lot of stuff you’ve showed us this weekend.”

“You had a good time, I take it?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” Dave grinned. “A lot different than I expected, but wonderful.”

“Absolutely nothing like I expected,” Sharon added. “But I can’t tell you when I’ve had as much fun.”

“Good,” Andy smiled. “Glad you enjoyed it. I realize we dumped a lot on you in a short time, but we had a reason to.”

“You hinted at that before,” Dave said. “Now I hope we get to hear the rest of the story.”

“If you like,” Andy said. “We weren’t sure how this was going to work out, but we wanted you to have a look at the way we are.”

“I was wondering about that,” Sharon admitted. “For a while, we thought you were just putting us on, but I guess I realize that the two of you are really like that.”

“Like what?” Helena asked.

“Er, well, you know,” Sharon blushed, not wanting to use the words. “I mean, the handcuffs, the collars, like that. You’ve left some pretty broad hints at some other stuff, too.”

“Let’s be specific, and use the right words,” Helena commented. “What Andy and I have is known as a dominant/submissive relationship, D/s for short. That’s mostly what it is, although we do throw in some other stuff for spice, like some bondage, even like a little mild S&M. But mostly, it’s just the way we relate to each other. It’s how we choose to live, and it reflects what we are.”

“Dominant/submissive?” Sharon frowned. “You mean, like, master and slave, right?”

“We don’t mind the term ‘master,’ but we prefer not to use the term ‘slave,’” Andy explained. “In fact, we positively hate it, when it refers to us. We know other people in D/s relationships, and yes, we do know people where one party is totally subjugated to the other. That’s not for us. While I am proud that I am Helena’s chosen master, she is not my slave. Neither she nor I would want her to be. Actually, we prefer the term ‘subject.’”

“Subject?” Sharon shook her head.

“I mean that in the sense that someone from England would refer to themselves as a subject of the Queen,” Andy explained further. “Except in their case, it’s mostly lip service, while we both intensely mean what the concept is supposed to mean. In fact, the term ‘vassal’ would be more appropriate, at least in the ancient sense, and that’s what ‘subject’ is supposed to mean. It implies duties and responsibilities going both ways. Now, other people in D/s relationships may see things differently. So long as both of them agree, more power to them. This is how we prefer to interpret it.”

“You’re not pulling our legs, are you?” Dave asked quietly.

“No, sir, we are not,” Helena said. “I’ll admit, we’ve tried to keep things fairly light. In fact, you’ve seen as much of our relationship as we’ve ever let anyone see. Well, with the exception of our nearest and dearest friends, and we don’t go much deeper with them. We know that there are deeper things going on between them, and they know the same thing about us. But we don’t display it or talk about it. Andy and I did not come easily to accepting that this is the kind of relationship we wished to have, since what it implies is not politically correct in this day and age. But still, I’m proud that my master accepts me as his subject each and every day.”

“Each and every… that thing with the collar, right?” Sharon said, awareness dawning.

“Absolutely,” Andy said. “I have told you before that Helena is not an easy woman to please. I have to earn her approval every day. That’s just a little ritual that we have, every day. I don’t ever want the day to come that she doesn’t offer me her collar.”

“Not with the collar, most days,” Helena expanded. “Usually it’s a necklace, at least on workdays. But we both know what it means.”

“I saw you do that at your wedding,” Sharon said. “I didn’t have any idea that it meant anything.”

“That was how it was meant to appear, to someone who didn’t know the rest of the story,” Helena explained. “Counting Andy and me, there were only four of us at the wedding who knew what it meant. It was enough. It signified that I intend to try to continue to be acceptable to him as his subject, and that he will continue to try to be acceptable to me as my master.”

Sharon let out a sigh. “Helena, do our folks know this?”

“Yes, and no,” Helena said seriously. “They know that Andy and I have done the handcuffs and leash thing in public on several occasions, starting with that Halloween party. We presented it to them as our little joke on the world, sort of like we told anyone who asked us this weekend. If you have no objections, we’ll tell them about this weekend, but only keep it to the fun stuff, not some of the, uh, pleasant results, nor of the underlying meaning. And you are free to do the same.”

“I have to wonder how they took it,” Sharon asked.

“Remarkably well,” Helena laughed. “I think Mom rather envies us. If we were to give her half a chance, and we could talk Dad into it, I think she’d be up for an afternoon of it, just for the laughs. But I don’t think Dad would go for it. He’s got a lot of natural dominant in him, but he doesn’t want to be up front about it.”

“God,” Sharon laughed, “That would be fun to see. Mom in handcuffs, collar, and leash. That’d be a riot.”

“I think so, too,” Helena grinned. “Mom would get a kick out of it. If you two are up for it again sometime, maybe we could all sort of gang up on dad. I think he’d enjoy it too, if he were willing to admit it.” She let out a sigh and continued, “We have not told them of the deeper meaning of our actions. My guess is that they would understand it if they thought about it, and we were to keep it on the light side. But, the two of you, well, Andy and I talked it over last night and we decided that we want you to understand a little of the deeper meaning.”

“Because we enjoyed this weekend so much?” Dave asked.

“Yes,” Helena said. “Look, this is complicated. I hope this doesn’t sound critical, because it isn’t intended to be, but Sharon, Mom and Dad are both concerned about you and the two of you living together.”

“I know that,” Sharon said. “It’s just that, well, I had some troubles in the past, and we decided we wanted to be pretty sure about what we were doing before we got married.”

“I understand that,” Helena told her. “To be honest, I don’t care, one way or another. Our nearest and dearest friends lived more or less together for several years before they finally decided to get married. They’re D/s, like we are, and they had a lot of things to work out between themselves before they decided to get married. A lot of those things they had to learn the hard way, and it didn’t come quickly. But, well, Mom and Dad are concerned. They think Dave and you are good for each other, but they sort of asked us for a second opinion.”

“We told them no,” Andy said. “It’s really none of our damn business to spy on you like that.”

“Then, why?” Sharon frowned. “I mean, this weekend?”

“I had other concerns that I couldn’t tell Mom and Dad about,” Helena explained. “Look, let me try to explain this a different way. Think about Mom and Dad for a second. If you leave out the handcuffs and the collars and the other stuff, don’t they sort of have a D/s relationship, too?”

“Uhhhh…” Sharon said, the realization opening her eyes. It was hard to believe when it was put that way, but… “Well, maybe,” she admitted. “I mean, what Dad says, goes, and it always has, and Mom has always been comfortable with it and supported him.”

“Right,” Helena said. “They would both be shocked if you were to call it D/s, if they even understood the term, and I’m sure they’ve never examined their relationship from that viewpoint. Mom would no more call Dad her master than he would call her his subject. But when you think about it from Andy’s and my perspective, you don’t come out with any other conclusion.”

“Well, yeah, if you put it that way,” Sharon said, uncomfortable with the thought. “You might have a point.”

“I’m pretty sure I do,” Helena said. “And the point is that you and I both grew up with parents in what I now realize is a D/s relationship as role models. Deep down inside, that’s sort of how I think a relationship between a man and a woman should be.”

“And you think I might think the same thing?”

“I had a lot of trouble accepting it,” Helena said. “I said ‘politically correct’ a few minutes ago. In this day and age, a lot of people would have trouble with the idea of a man dominating a relationship. I know I did. Yet, that’s pretty much how it’s always been.” She let out a sigh and continued. “My failure to understand that fortunately led to my having several relationships break up. I say, fortunately, because I would not have wound up with Andy otherwise. I fought the idea that a woman can want to be a subject to a man, Sharon. I fought it hard. It was not until I literally had my face rubbed in the truth that I learned that it’s a perfectly workable and enjoyable relationship if both parties want it to be. Even then, it didn’t work until I learned to accept myself for what I am. Now, I know you’ve had troubles in the past, and more than once I’ve wondered if you might have had the same lack of understanding I had, because you had the same problem.”

“So you set us up,” Sharon said.

“I’m afraid we did,” Helena said contritely. “We wanted to challenge you a bit, to force you to think about it. What’s more, we didn’t know if either you or Dave had even thought about it. Andy and I talked about this an awful lot before we decided to do this weekend like this. Basically, we wanted to show you that it’s possible to have an enjoyable relationship, even if the parties involved are more overtly D/s than we usually allow ourselves to be in public.”

“To be honest,” Andy said. “We’re usually a lot less overt, and a lot more formal. To my taste, Helena has been pretty forward this weekend, but we agreed ahead of time that she’d have to take point while I provided perspective. She’s been pretty headstrong, but since we knew she’d have to be, there’s no need to punish her for it. But please accept my apologies.”

“Punish?” Sharon frowned. “You mean, like spanking her, or something?”

“Oh, no, silly,” Helena grinned. “We save that for fun.”

“Fun?”

“Fortunately, my love is usually so eager to show her submission that I rarely find it necessary to punish her,” Andy said. “On the last occasion it became necessary, I made her wear blue jeans to church.”

‘Ohhh,” Helena said. “That was embarrassing!”

“Just when the two of you start to make sense, it gets wild again,” Sharon snorted. “Spanking is fun? And wearing blue jeans to church is embarrassing?”

“Well, it is from my perspective,” Helena said. “Come on, Sharon, you’ve been to a conservative church often enough to know what’s proper and what isn’t. Besides, when my master warms my bottom, he warms something else in the process.”

“You mean, like, uh…”

“Yes,” Helena grinned. “And I’m not going to say anything more about it, except that the two of you might want to try it some time. But, if you do, try it in an attitude of fun, not of anger.”

“Well, maybe,” Sharon said, glancing at the eager look on Dave’s face. “Everything else you’ve suggested this weekend has worked out damned well.”

“Before we get too far down that line of thought,” Andy said. “Let me be a brutal master for once and drag this topic kicking and screaming back in the direction we wanted to go. Dave, Sharon, this is not necessarily how we expected this weekend to come out. We knew it was one of the ways it could, but from what I knew of you, it didn’t seem likely. Frankly, once you got over the initial shock, you took everything we laid on you, had fun doing it, and kept coming back for more. I’m going to not beat around the bushes anymore, and just come out and say it. Sharon, you seem well on the way to enjoying being a true submissive, so it’s good that Dave seems to be well on the way to what I think of as being a true and responsible master.”

“I’ve enjoyed this,” Dave said, “but I’m not sure it goes quite that far.”

“Dave, as I sort of told you, it did not come that easily to me,” Andy shrugged. “I had to have my nose rubbed in the fact that it was what Helena expected a man to be, if she was going to love him. Period. But at the same time, I also had my nose rubbed in the fact that becoming the man she wanted me to be was going to be worth it, as long as she was involved. Though it’s difficult at times, and I have often said that she’s a hard woman to please, I have tried to please her because she pleases me.”

“You’re saying that you’re asking us, to, uh, take after you?” Dave frowned.

“No,” Andy said. “That has to be your decision, yours and Sharon’s. All I’m saying is that from my viewpoint, the road looks open to you, if you should choose to head down it. You would do well to explore down that road a little before you make that decision. But, if you want to go down that road, or even explore it a ways, Helena and I are willing to offer you some advice and insights on how to smooth out some of the bumps you’ll find along the way.”

“I think I see,” Dave nodded.

“Our insights and advice might be worthless, in any case,” Andy warned. “You’ll have to define your own relationship, not just use us, or Sharon’s parents, or anyone else as a model. For example, our definition of what a master and a subject are, is a little different from our friends, and a lot different than Sharon and Helena’s parents might be if they were to use the terms. From our viewpoint, though, it takes a while to acquire the mindset if the idea is sprung on you. If you want, we’ll be glad to give you the benefit of our thoughts on the matter.”

“And a few other things,” Helena said. “There’s some things that we do that are a lot of fun, if you know how to do it safely. Learning how to do it safely isn’t always easy.”

“I have to say,” Sharon said. “It bears thinking about. I can’t speak for Dave, but I do think I want to explore down this road a little more.”

“I certainly do, if you want to,” Dave nodded. “It seems strange, but, uh, can I say that it shows signs of being right?”

“That’s sort of how I feel,” Sharon agreed.

“Tell you what,” Andy offered. “We have a commitment for next weekend, but why don’t you come down the weekend after that? That’ll give you some time to get this weekend in perspective and see if it still seems like a good idea then. If it does, we can sit around the patio, use the pool and hot tub, and drink some wine. Helena and I can tell you a little more about how we interpret some things, get into some things we haven’t touched on, and maybe we can show you a trick or two.”

Sharon glanced over at Dave and nodded. “Sounds like a winner to me,” he said. “If you don’t mind.”

“We’ll try to keep it fun,” Helena promised. “There’ll probably be some heavy stuff, but there ought to be pizza and red wine, and hot oil massages, too.”

“It sounds like fun,” Sharon agreed. “And thanks for the offer. It’s just, well, it’s going to be a long two weeks. I mean, I’ve been wearing handcuffs for two days, now, and it’s going to be strange to have them off, and strange to wait that long.”

“Oh, take them with you,” Helena said. “Take the collar and leash, too. You can bring them back when you come. It probably will be just as well if you play around with them a bit, anyway.” She smiled serenely. “As far as that goes, we can loan you some other stuff you might want to play with a bit. Say, maybe some leg irons, and a gag.”

“A gag?” Sharon said, eyes wide.

“Come on, Sharon,” Helena grinned. “Think about it. You live in an apartment building, don’t you? Think of it as a muffler if you have to. It’s the best way I’ve ever found to keep from irritating your neighbors with your screams of delight.”

“You’re right,” Sharon sighed. “There is an awful lot to this that we have to learn.”

“Just as a suggestion,” Andy added. “Don’t think about playing around with rope, at least just now. Rope has a couple of nasty issues if you don’t know what you’re doing. Once you do, it can be a positive joy. But I don’t think we want to dump that on you right now, as well.”

“Your advice is welcome,” Dave grinned. “I think we’ll learn a lot more, a lot faster, uh, at the hand of the master, so to speak.”

“I’m not a master in that sense,” Andy said. “Just a student, like you are, and I probably always will be. But we’ve had a few more lessons, and it does help you get through the basics. And, on that thought, let’s let the topic sit, or the two of you are just going to be inundated. Dave, I think it would please the ladies if you and I got started on dinner. And, ladies, I think it safe to say that you would please us if you would get on your bikinis and use the pool so Dave and I can enjoy the sight of the wet girl flesh.”

“My master,” Helena grinned. “Your wish is my command. And, what’s more, you get to do the dishes.”

“I know,” Andy sighed, “but guess what? I don’t mind.”

“Come on, Sharon,” Helena said. “Let’s obey my master’s command and go get changed.”

Dave let out a sigh as they watched them go. “Now, there’s something I can’t figure out,” he said.

“What’s that?” Andy said as he got up.

“How you’d let yourself get roped into a bet like that? I mean, I can see now it was a dead sure thing that Helena was going to be wearing handcuffs all weekend.”

“Well, I was pretty sure she would be, unless Sharon freaked out when she saw them, and I had to take them off,” Andy said. “But that wasn’t the bet.”

“That wasn’t the bet?” Dave frowned. “Then what was?”

“Helena wasted me on that,” Andy shook his head. “I figured it would take at least a couple hours to get Sharon in handcuffs, then she’d wear them maybe fifteen minutes. But, shit, she had them on ten minutes after we hit the road, it’s been two days now and you may have to fight her to get them off so she can go to work tomorrow. Boy, I sure screwed the pooch on that one.”

“You were betting on Sharon?” Dave grinned. “I think I get the whole picture now.”

“Yeah,” Andy grinned. “And it’s like Sharon said. Don’t take a bet you’re not willing to lose.”

The sun was getting low, but not yet near setting, when Dave and Sharon finally got on the road. In spite of the warmth of the car, Sharon was cuddled up next to Dave. She still had on the red dress and the nylons – Helena had said she could bring those back in a couple weeks as well – and still had on the collar and handcuffs, although now a set of leg irons had been locked around her ankles, to add to the ensemble. “What a weekend,” she said, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the wind coming in the open windows.

“I sure never dreamed this would happen.”

“You know the really funny part?” Sharon said. “You know, on the way up, I said I’d really rather spend the weekend in bed, getting it on?”

“Yeah,” Dave grinned.

She shook her head. “I can’t help but think we did it more, and a lot more fun and powerfully, than if we’d just stayed home, and then we were both holding back, a little.” She shook her head again. “I still can’t believe my straight, square sister. My God! Who would have ever believed it? I mean, I’m still not sure I believe it, until I look at my wrists!”

“That is a pretty serious reminder,” he agreed. “Look, I need to know. Not right now necessarily, but at least before we go down there again. Is this all right with you? I mean, really all right? You’re just not swept up in the rush?”

“I don’t need to think about it,” she replied. “It seems right to me, and it makes a lot of sense…” she rolled around her next words in her mind for an instant, trying them out, but they seemed so natural and appropriate that there was no reason not to use them… “My master.”

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