"Please no. We can't do it. I. I don't want to be punished. Please. It's impossible. You can't expect us to not drip this stuff. That's not fair." Christi began to beg.

"Life isn't fair," I said turning towards the blonde.

Jane took a deep breath. She was pretty quick. "Will you give us some time before you make us do this?"

I smiled. She was catching onto what I wanted from them. "Sure. But not enough time to let that stuff drip off you onto this floor."

Jane took a deep breath. "Christi? Honey?"

Christi looked over at her fellow captive a look of questioning on her face. Jane stuck out her tongue in response, slowly and seductively licking the syrup form around her own mouth.

"You are joking."

"You think he's joking? That's what he wants."

"Oh G.o.d. Please no."

Jane just moved on her knees towards Christi. She bent her face towards her shoulder and slowly used her tongue to lap up the syrup that had coated the surface. Christi knelt and closed her eyes. I settled back into my chair to watch the women. Christi with a sigh, settled herself back onto the tile. Her bound hands beneath her. Jane gave me a withering look but began her slow task of licking at the pools of syrup that coated Christi's body. Her tongue traced along Christi's face, the hollow of her chest, her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her hips, her belly b.u.t.ton. Christi being ticklish squirmed deliciously, but allowed Jane to lick up as much of the excess syrup as she could. These girls were going to be completely sick of the taste of the sweet stuff by the time they were done. Jane even had to lick at Christi's bare toes causing Christi to gasp uncontrollably.

I got to my feet and quickly walked upstairs, leaving Jane to her task. The shower was still running as I walked into the bathroom.

"Just about done in there?" I asked to a chorus of squeals.

"We're just about done. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get syrup out of long hair?" Elizabeth asked, poking her head around the shower doors. "I had to have Amy wash my hair four times."

"It gets harder when the water is cold." I opened the door a bit and reached in, shutting off the hot water. Whoever was under the spray, Amy I think, screamed as the cold water hit her body. The girls scrambled out of the spray.

"Amy?"

"Y-yes sir?" she responded from where she was pressed up against the other two girls, shivering.

"Under the spray. A full two minutes."

"Please no. I'm rinsed. I'm clean."

"Two minutes. You want five?"

She gingerly stepped forward, gasping as the cold water hit her bare feet.

"Please?"

I shook my head and she took a deep breath. She screamed as she threw her unprotected body under the freezing spray. I glanced at my watch and tried to ignore her begging as she stood under the water. After two minutes I touched her. She was dancing under the water trying to warm herself.

"Thank G.o.d," she whispered as she emerged dripping from the shower. Her teeth were chattering and she hugged herself as she stepped out. I handed her a towel and she immediately wrapped it around herself, trying to get the cold water off her body.

I motioned for Elizabeth to do the same thing. She threw me a pleading glance, but stepped under the spray. She screeched as well as the cold water hit her. I forced her to stand under it for two full minutes and then allowed her a towel. I had to ignore her begging and pleading. She too was shivering as she stepped out of the shower.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d," she hissed at me as she emerged. Her nipples had contracted to tiny hard points under the freezing cold spray.

Sheila simply stepped under the spray without any hesitation or sounds. She was shivering, but stood still while the cold water cascaded over her bare body. When I allowed her out from under the water, she daintily stepped out, hugging herself and shivering. I let her have a towel.

Amy couldn't contain her curiousity. "You didn't scream?"

"I'm used it," Sheila explained. "Evan didn't have hot water in my shower at all. It's cold, but I guess I'm just used to it. I had to shower. He. He would have been rougher with me if I'd been dirty."

"Alright. Dry off. Warm up. And wait for me in the bedroom."

Sheila touched my shoulder as I turned to leave. "Master? I. I feel a lot better today. Do. Do you want me to put on make up."

"If you feel alright." Her bruises had reduced a great deal. Her face was almost back to normal. Her side still looked tender though.

"I'll put some on. Maybe Elizabeth can help me."

I nodded and exited the bathroom. Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over the hair drier again as I left. I was sure that they'd be done and waiting for me by the time I was done with Christi and Jane.

When I reentered the kitchen, Jane had turned over Christi and was licking at her shoulder blades. Christi looked a lot cleaner. At least enough to be able to crawl without too much danger of dripping.

"Ladies?"

They looked up at me.

"I hope you are enjoying Jane's mouth, Christi?"

"It feels alright," she answered back. "Better than a whipping."

"Did she do your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?"

"Yes." Christi flushed a little. It was harder to tell with Jane, syrup was still all over her face.

"That's good, because you both have to climax before I take you upstairs."

"You're kidding."

I shook my head and settled back to watch.

Jane spoke. "G.o.d. I don't think I can use my tongue much longer."

Christi struggled to her knees. "Let me, then."

With the words, Jane lay back on the tile and let Christi use her tongue to clean the syrup from her body. I watched, fascinated as Christi once again used her tongue on another woman. Jane flushed as Christi was forced to circle her nipples with her tongue. Gasping. Finally, before moving down to clean Jane's legs, Christi dipped between Jane's legs, urging her thighs apart.

"May as well get this part over with while I'm here."

Jane nodded, knowing to protest was useless. I watched as Jane closed her eyes and concentrated on whatever her fantasy was. Christi's tongue darted between her folds, finding her c.l.i.t and finding her rhythm. Soon Jane was lost in pleasure, moaning and completely unaware that I was watching her make love with another woman. The seventeen year old cried out as she climaxed, arching, screaming, and finally panting as she finished.

"I'm done. Christi, sweety, I'm done."

Christi looked up. Curious. "How was it?"

"Good. G.o.d did that feel good."

"I have to finish your legs, okay?"

Jane nodded, lying her head back, her matted hair sticking to the floor behind her. Christi continued to lick her way down Jane's thighs and calves slowly cleaning the excess syrup from her. She took more care around the knees, knowing that they'd be crawling and I'd be looking for any excuse to punish them. Finally she licked the excess from Jane's bare feet and knelt up.

Jane struggled to her knees. I looked at the women.

"Christi needs to climax as well."

"Please no. You know I don't want to. I. I'll do whatever you want but that."

"You'll whip her for me?"

"Please no. I. I'll do what you want. I can't whip her." Christi began to lower herself back to the floor, cringing at her state, her stickiness, the floor.

Jane looked pleadingly at me, but bent to her task. She quickly lowered her head between Christi's thighs and began to pleasure the other woman. The blonde closed her eyes and began to concentrate on the sensations between her legs. Jane's tongue wasn't as experienced as Christi's was, but Christi was soon moaning anyway. It had been a while since I'd allowed them any relief. Either one of them.

"Beg Jane to let you climax."

"What?" Christi's eyes opened wide, uncomprehending.

"Beg Jane for a climax. I don't want you fantasizing that it's a guy down there. It's Jane. A woman. Beg her for your o.r.g.a.s.m. Call her a s.l.u.t."

"You must be joking. I can't."

"Would you rather be hog-tied all day, right where you are now? Or perhaps you'd prefer to be bound into a chair with Jane licking you for hours?"

"Oh G.o.d no. Please don't make me do this."

Jane had not stopped her ministrations while I was talking to Christi. Christi moaned as the sensations of Jane's tongue made their way to her brain.

"Alright. You don't have to do it. But you may as well get the rope now."

"Oh G.o.d. Okay." She closed her eyes. "Please let me climax."

It sounded very flat. I crouched beside Christi and began to pinch her nipples. She cried out as the pressure became painful for her.

"Ahhh. Please stop. It hurts."

"Beg her. Use her name."

"Alright. Alright. Just stop."

I released her and forced her to lick at my fingertips that had picked up a light coating of syrup from her nipples. When my fingers were clean, Christi took a deep breath, unable to continue whatever her fantasy was. "Please, Jane? Use your soft tongue. Make me scream. Let me climax. Oh G.o.d. I can't do this. Please?"

I returned to my chair watching the girls.

"Oh G.o.d. I'm sorry Jane. Use you tongue on my p.u.s.s.y, s.l.u.t. Make me c.u.m for our Master. Oh G.o.d. Make me scream."

At the last words Christi exploded to Jane's tongue. Her body arched and she bucked against her bonds. She cried out as she climaxed. Her head fell to the side, whispering Jane's name.

As she fell over the edge, Jane rocked back on her knees, finished her task. She worked her tongue around in her mouth, working out the cramps, perhaps trying to lose the sweet taste of the syrup and Christi.

I let Christi recover for a few minutes before ordering her to her knees.

I released both girl's hands and forced them to their hands and knees. They complied, too exhausted and dirty to care. I carefully poured a last bit of syrup onto their insteps. I indicated that they should lift their feet slightly to ensure that they didn't spill any. I was going to force them to lick it off later.

The two girls remained on the floor as I rose to my feet. Their dirty hair hung in matted braids beside their faces. Their still sticky bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s hung beneath their bodies. Their bare feet raised, their soles stained with the syrup.

"You two ready for the shower?"

"Please?" Jane and Christi both whispered. They hadn't been up more than two hours and already I'd put them through a grueling torment.

I watched as their nude bodies fell into an awkward crawling motion. I held doors for them as they slowly and painfully made their way, the long way, through the house. They had a lot of trouble with the stairs, but I forced them to remain on their hands and knees despite their groans and begging to be let up. They looked like a pair of gorgeous abused females as they obeyed my directions. I wished I had a camera to capture the sight of them as they crawled. Miserable.

Finally we made it to the bathroom. Elizabeth, Sheila and Amy were long gone. Presumably, they were waiting as ordered in the master bedroom.

"Knees," I ordered the miserable girls on the floor. They automatically found their way to their knees. Their sticky hands resting easily on their thighs. "Thighs apart."

They complied, sliding their knees apart and exposing themselves for me. They seemed a little surprised at the order. I usually let them kneel a little more modestly. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and just looked at them. They did look pathetic and I almost felt sorry for them. Just two naked, syrup encrusted women trying to make the best of a terrible situation. I don't know how they did it. Stayed sane. They looked so s.e.xy kneeling there for me.

I spoke to them gently. "You two have been really good today so far. I'm surprised. No complaints. Good obedience. I'm going to take a quick shower, if you are in exactly this same position when I get out, I'll let you take a long hot shower together. And you'll get a pleasant surprise when you get out. Alright?"

They both nodded. I was sure that they wouldn't move an inch from those positions. I suspect the only thing on their minds was to get into this shower and wash the remainder of the syrup from their bodies. They waited as they had to.

Chapter 107.

I slipped out of my clothing and placed it on the counter. Christi followed my movement with her eyes, probably wishing for her clothes back. I stepped into the shower and turned it on very hot. I scrubbed myself. I knew that I could have forced Christi and Jane in here with me, but for once, I just wanted to shower and get back to my plans for the day. I finished quickly, rinsed and turned off the shower. I stepped out to find the girls exactly as I'd left them. Kneeling and sticky gazing wistfully at the shower. Jane was really restraining herself. All her instincts were screaming at her to be a normal girl and just jump into the shower, turning on the wonderful warm spray. But she knew that she couldn't without my permission.

"Ladies? Remember that small amount of syrup I put on your feet before we left the kitchen?"

They nodded unhappily.

"Time to clean it off. You know the drill."

Resigned, Christi rose up on her knees. The upturned bottom of her feet still were covered in the syrup. Jane sighed and bent herself down, supporting herself with her hands. Her tongue snaked out and she daintily licked up the other woman's soles. Christi squirmed at the sensations, but managed to keep still enough to allow Jane to finish. The sight was exceptionally arousing. I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to hold out before using one of the girls.

Jane and Christi reversed positions, Jane allowing Christi to lick the syrup off her feet. She finished and looked up at me from her hands and knees.

Jane touched her hair again and spoke. "Please. G.o.d. Please can we shower? Master? Please?"