Chapter 2

“Woo!” I finally gave up and let my feet fly out. I was spread at a rather obscene angle.

“I guess we could tie the bottom loops together with some rope,” Juliet offered. “Or …”

She let that thought trail off as she stepped around to plant her face directly between my legs. I heard her inhale deeply, and felt her tongue gliding over the inside of my thigh as her hands wandered under my t-shirt.

“Juliet, you’re trouble.”

She just grinned. “Isn’t it getting warm down here? Warm enough that you might want to get out of these shorts? — My little girl-toy.”

Juliet encircled my wrist with her thumb and finger, bringing back memories of her antics in the home improvement store a couple days ago.

“Oh, whatever,” I said. But soon we were in each others arms with our clothes in a pile next to the empty shipping box. The two of us climbed up into the straps Juliet had hung from the ceiling — both naked as the day we were born.

“Ooh, this is fun,” Juliet said, as she flipped herself over and hung upside-down from her heels. I could barely keep myself stable hanging right side up, and my legs shot out to the sides again while Juliet was putting on her little circus act.

“Show off!” I teased. “How’d you do that?” My legs slipped out to the sides again.

“Easy, I’ll show you.” Juliet did a little flip while I watched in amazement. “See, it’s not hard. All you have to do is … Oh, shit.”

“What’s wrong?” My thigh muscles had just given up and my legs were spread rather obscenely again.

“Shit, I’m stuck,” she said.

“What do you mean …”

“I mean I’m fucking stuck Charlotte. I can’t get my feet out. Can you help?”

I looked at poor Juliet, hanging there upside-down from the ceiling. I reached over to her. “Just a sec. Oh, no. Whoops!” My legs went flying out to the sides again. “Hang on, one more try.”

“Your foot’s tangled in my hair, Charlotte. Ouch, damn it! Quit moving.”

I took a look at Juliet and where my foot met her hair. There was no way I was getting my foot loose without using my hands to separate it from Juliet’s dreads. And if I let go, even with one hand, I was guaranteed to fall on my ass and take half her hair with me.

“Well, if you hadn’t tied it back …”

“Oh, so now this is my fault?” Juliet’s face was turning red.

I don’t know if the redness was from anger, or from being upside-down too long. What ever the reason, I wasn’t planning to let her pin the blame on me.

“Well, you did come up with the idea.”

“Ooh, Charlotte. I swear, sometimes I just want to …”

“Don’t shush me, Charlotte.”

“Seriously, shh! I think Mistress is home!”

Honey, What’s For Dinner?

I opened the front door to an eerily quiet house. Yesterday when I got home Juliet was naked and kneeling on the floor with a glass of wine in her hand, while Charlotte showed up wearing just an apron and holding a wooden spoon.

I had asked her if the spoon was for stirring dinner or paddling their asses. Charlotte just shrugged and handed it to me. God I’m getting spoiled having both of them around.

“Charlotte? Juliet?”

Maybe they had ordered take-out and were off to pick it up. But Juliet’s Jeep was still in the garage. I sighed, set my bag down, and went into the kitchen to pour my own glass of wine.

“Girls? Where are you?”

Well, wherever they went they left in a hurry, because the light for the basement stairs was still on.

“I don’t work for the electric company, girls,” I muttered as I went to turn it off. “Jeez, did you leave them all on?” The basement was lit up like a stadium. I started down the stairs to turn those off too.

“Oh, hello.” I smiled as I cleared the last step. I had found my missing girls.

Charlotte was hanging from from the ceiling, hands and feet wrapped up in some kind of green straps, with her legs spread at a rather extreme angle. She was completely naked and looked rather tasty, though a little uncomfortable. She also looked like she wasn’t in a position to do much to remedy the situation.

“Got yourself kind of stuck there Charlotte?”

“Yes Mistress,” she admitted. “And how was your day?”

“Oh, the usual. Endless project meetings.” I sipped my Merlot and let my eyes wander over to Juliet who was also naked and in a similar predicament, except upside down and with Charlotte’s foot tangled up in her hair. “Obviously not as good as yours, though. Juliet dear, how are you holding up?”

“Been better Miss Natasha.”

“I’ll bet.” I unfastened the top two buttons on my blouse as I appraised their situation. “You look a little red in the face dear.” I let a little grin cross my lips as I circled them. This was going to be fun.

“In fact,” I said, “you both remind me a little bit of a couple of flies who’ve gotten themselves trapped in a spider’s web.” I dragged a fingernail over each girl’s tummy while they squirmed. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’re much, much tastier than flies. So much prettier too.”

I pinched Charlotte’s cheek. I would have done the same to Juliet’s, but I couldn’t reach without stooping. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up the side of her calf instead.

Placing my finger under Charlotte’s chin, I raised her gaze to mine. Her eyes were twitching, and her pupils had gone wide. I think she might be a little needy. It was cute. And when I slid my finger between her exposed folds, my suspicion was confirmed.

I popped my finger in my mouth and took a moment to enjoy Charlotte’s taste while she squirmed. After washing it down with a sip of wine, I began taunting my helpless girls to the tune of an old children’s nursery rhyme, except I left out the part about muffets and tuffets.

Little Miss Charlotte
She drew such a hard lot
Stuck to the ceiling with straps

Along came a spider
Who crept up beside her
And covered her butt cheeks with slaps

I paddled her butt the best I could using one hand and trying not to spill my Merlot while Charlotte squirmed and squealed. Eventually she calmed herself enough to speak.

“Hard lot, Mistress?”

“As in bad luck, baby. It’s not easy coming up with something that rhymes with Charlotte, you know.”

“How about harlot?” Juliet suggested.

“Honestly, Juliet. So disrespectful.” I moved over and pinched her nipple. “Let’s see if we can come up with something better for you, dear.”

I rolled and tugged her nipple between my finger and thumb. “Do you know Itsy Bitsy Spider?”

The itsy bitsy Juliet
Hung from the ceiling oh so fine

Down came the Mistress
And covered her with wine

I tilted my wine glass and slowly poured the remainder of my Merlot down Juliet’s upside-down leg. Starting at the ankle, I watched it trickle down over her thighs and tummy and those perky little tits while she could do nothing but squirm.

Out came the tongue
To lap up all the drips

And it’s a good thing there’s rubber mats on the floor
So nobody slips

I shook the last few drops out of my glass right on to Juliet’s upside-down crotch before extending my tongue for a long slow lick. Juliet just shivered in her straps.

“Mmm,” I said. “Slightly fruity with a rich finish. Hints of oak and overtones of — what’s that flavor? — oh yes, pussy. Yes, overtones of pussy. My favorite.”

I grinned madly at my own joke and laid a few teasing slaps on Juliet’s ass.

“I’m going to get changed, girls. Don’t go anywhere, OK?” I let out a rather long and exaggerated laugh. I could hear them grumbling as I turned and walked toward the stairs. I flipped off the basement lights and the groans got louder.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

I had a perfect idea for my girls’ current predicament by the time I got to our bedroom. I pawed through the closet until I found it, the tight black leather costume from last Halloween. I shimmied out of my work clothes and pulled on the costume.

It wore it last year to make me look like the super-heroine Black Canary, but I figured it could pull double-duty as Black Widow. I mean it’s tight, it’s black, it’s leather — that pretty much describes eighty-percent of the super-heroine costumes in existence.

The best part was, I thought it made my ass and my boobs look fabulous. I did a little twirl in front of the mirror and ran my hands down my sides and over my hips, congratulating myself on how well it hugged my curves.

I moved into the bathroom and spent another few minutes with some super-thick black eyeliner before pulling out an assortment of lip pens to complete my look. I pulled out a black one and drew the distinctive black widow hourglass shape right in the center of my puckered mouth. I painted the rest of my lips blood-red.

“I hope you’re prepare to be my dinner, girls,” I said to the mirror. I puckered up one last time, grinned, and made for the stairs.

On my way out I stopped off to grab the Bluetooth-enabled vibrating egg from the toybox, because, why not? I crammed it into my jacket pocket opposite my cell phone.

My leather pants squeaked a little as I walked down the basement stairs, but it wasn’t like the girls were going to run away when they heard me coming. I chuckled as I pictured them hanging helplessly and pulled out my phone to use as a flashlight as I continued into the dark basement.

“Oh, I do hope my pretty little flies are still hanging about in my web,” I called. “The spider is feeling rather famished this evening.”

My taunts were met with groans from down below.

I let the beam of light from my phone play over the two beautiful naked bodies hanging from the ceiling. And as I suspected, they had not been able to free themselves.

“How in the world did you girls get into this mess anyway?”

“Well, you see Miss Natasha …”

“Silence!” I commanded with an over-the-top sternness. “That was a rhetorical question. I do not expect my dinner to talk back. Got it?”

I bit my tongue to suppress the giggles threatening to burst through.

Juliet said nothing else in response. I think she may have nodded, but since she was upside-down and oddly illuminated it was hard to tell. I played the beam of light over the straps to where they met the ceiling.

I continued scanning the room with the light from my phone and finally settled on the exercise bench and the plastic shopping bag from the local home improvement warehouse sitting on top of it.

“Oooh, rope!” I exclaimed. “And EMT shears. Oh, I’m so proud of you girls for being safety-minded.”

I walked over to pat them both on their cheeks before returning to the bag with the rope.

“Didn’t do you much good in your current situation though did it?” I snickered and picked up both the rope and the shears. “Does give me a wonderful idea of how to keep my dinner fresh though.”