Chapter Two
Max looked pleased with himself. “Well?” he asked. “What do you think?”
Sean also stared at Cali with inquisitive eyes, even though he wasn’t able to talk, much less move, the way he was trussed.
Cali stared, still trying to formulate a response that wouldn’t hurt her guys’ feelings. She knew they’d put a lot of hard work into this project and wished they hadn’t kept it a secret from her for so long.
She would have lowered the boom on it before they even got started if they had told her.
It also explained why they’d come home from the craft store that morning with an obscene number of packages of colored tissue paper.
And why they’d locked her out of the playroom.
“Did you get the pictures already?” she asked, stalling for time. They’d set up a photo backdrop behind the portable bondage frame that they’d borrowed from Kel, and which was now taking up most of their playroom. They’d also moved the photo lights in here, but they were currently off.
“Yeah,” Max said. “Want to see?”
Sean mumbled something that sounded like, “Well?”
Baxter, her cat, came strolling in. When he spotted Sean hanging, hog-tied, from the center of the frame and covered in fringed lines of tissue paper, a literal human piñata, he rose up on his back legs and started swatting at some of the tissue paper trailing like a tail from the butt plug up Sean’s ass.
Sean yelled, trying to twist away, since his nuts and cock were exposed and way too close to Baxter’s paw. In the process, the tissue-paper-covered stick propped against Sean’s shoulder fell over and hit the floor, spooking the cat for a moment before he stepped in again to sniff at it.
She bent over and scooped the cat into her arms, saving Sean’s family jewels.
Only she and Max were allowed to torture Sean like that.
“Thank you,” Sean mumbled through the ball gag in his mouth.
Even that was covered in fringed tissue paper.
“How long did it take you two to cut up all that tissue paper?”
“A couple of hours.” Max said.
“What’d you do, glue it to him?”
“Yeah. It’s just white school glue. It’ll wash off.”
“Not in my shower, it won’t. You’ll clog up the dang drain.”
“No, I’m going to take him outside and hose him off. Then he can jump in the pool or the hot tub. You still haven’t told us what you think.”
She was stalling. Their idea was to post a shot of Sean the human piñata on their Two Crafty Bastards Toys website to help celebrate Kinko de Mayo, a totally made-up and nonsensical excuse for a theme to run a special and sell more toys.
For St. Patrick’s Day, Sean had been a victim to Baxter’s Domly leprechaun, bound in green rope while her cat stood over him, dressed in full costume. The story being, of course, that Sean had tried to steal Baxter’s gold, represented by the small Halloween cauldron filled with chocolate coins.
She didn’t even want to think about the Easter picture, which they’d overruled her on and posted anyway after she’d left the house.
“I really wish you guys would let me , you know, the actual web designer and website admin, clear these ideas first.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Max asked. “You can do like you did before and place text over the image to cover his exposed bits.”
She felt a headache threatening. “I know I can ,” she said. “That’s not the point. I have a brand for our shop.”
“Everybody loves Baxter. We’ll take a picture of him in a tiny sombrero and Photoshop it into the scene.”
“That sounds like you’re crossing a line from funny into borderline culturally offensive.”
“What about Easter?” Sean mumbled. “That was funny.”
“I thought you guys promised me you’d never mention that again. Ever .”
She’d found out about that picture from Tilly’s phone call, where her friend laughed hysterically until she managed to choke out the words that she loved the Easter pic.
Cali had
Max looked pleased with himself. “Well?” he asked. “What do you think?”
Sean also stared at Cali with inquisitive eyes, even though he wasn’t able to talk, much less move, the way he was trussed.
Cali stared, still trying to formulate a response that wouldn’t hurt her guys’ feelings. She knew they’d put a lot of hard work into this project and wished they hadn’t kept it a secret from her for so long.
She would have lowered the boom on it before they even got started if they had told her.
It also explained why they’d come home from the craft store that morning with an obscene number of packages of colored tissue paper.
And why they’d locked her out of the playroom.
“Did you get the pictures already?” she asked, stalling for time. They’d set up a photo backdrop behind the portable bondage frame that they’d borrowed from Kel, and which was now taking up most of their playroom. They’d also moved the photo lights in here, but they were currently off.
“Yeah,” Max said. “Want to see?”
Sean mumbled something that sounded like, “Well?”
Baxter, her cat, came strolling in. When he spotted Sean hanging, hog-tied, from the center of the frame and covered in fringed lines of tissue paper, a literal human piñata, he rose up on his back legs and started swatting at some of the tissue paper trailing like a tail from the butt plug up Sean’s ass.
Sean yelled, trying to twist away, since his nuts and cock were exposed and way too close to Baxter’s paw. In the process, the tissue-paper-covered stick propped against Sean’s shoulder fell over and hit the floor, spooking the cat for a moment before he stepped in again to sniff at it.
She bent over and scooped the cat into her arms, saving Sean’s family jewels.
Only she and Max were allowed to torture Sean like that.
“Thank you,” Sean mumbled through the ball gag in his mouth.
Even that was covered in fringed tissue paper.
“How long did it take you two to cut up all that tissue paper?”
“A couple of hours.” Max said.
“What’d you do, glue it to him?”
“Yeah. It’s just white school glue. It’ll wash off.”
“Not in my shower, it won’t. You’ll clog up the dang drain.”
“No, I’m going to take him outside and hose him off. Then he can jump in the pool or the hot tub. You still haven’t told us what you think.”
She was stalling. Their idea was to post a shot of Sean the human piñata on their Two Crafty Bastards Toys website to help celebrate Kinko de Mayo, a totally made-up and nonsensical excuse for a theme to run a special and sell more toys.
For St. Patrick’s Day, Sean had been a victim to Baxter’s Domly leprechaun, bound in green rope while her cat stood over him, dressed in full costume. The story being, of course, that Sean had tried to steal Baxter’s gold, represented by the small Halloween cauldron filled with chocolate coins.
She didn’t even want to think about the Easter picture, which they’d overruled her on and posted anyway after she’d left the house.
“I really wish you guys would let me , you know, the actual web designer and website admin, clear these ideas first.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Max asked. “You can do like you did before and place text over the image to cover his exposed bits.”
She felt a headache threatening. “I know I can ,” she said. “That’s not the point. I have a brand for our shop.”
“Everybody loves Baxter. We’ll take a picture of him in a tiny sombrero and Photoshop it into the scene.”
“That sounds like you’re crossing a line from funny into borderline culturally offensive.”
“What about Easter?” Sean mumbled. “That was funny.”
“I thought you guys promised me you’d never mention that again. Ever .”
She’d found out about that picture from Tilly’s phone call, where her friend laughed hysterically until she managed to choke out the words that she loved the Easter pic.
Cali had
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