Love's Wicked Craft Ch. 03

"Mistwess? Pweeze excuse de intuwpshin, but I, I just wanted to ask if, if I could go pway wif Ms. Giggos."

"Yes, you may Baby." Chase replied as Mistress Atsuko allowed Hannah's dome's breasts to plunge freely from her dress.

Hannah watched the Japanese woman observe their roundness, though her gaze was more clinical than anything else. Cecilia stood patiently by, fiddling with the cat of nine in her hands. Then, glancing once more at Master Guryon affixing a clip to the pulleys' rope, Baby asked:

"Ah you gonna be okay Mummy?"

It was in that instant that Chase's mesh steel cocktail dress fell down around her ankles. Mistress Keisha knelt to pick it up, and then folded it neatly and set it down on the night stand. Then, raising her arms and spreading her feet apart for Mistress Atsuko's discretion, Chase said:

"I'm going to be just fine. Now, I'm going to be busy for a while, so you run along and play, kay?"

Hannah paused. Then, her voice meek and forlorn,

She answered:

"Kay, Mummy."

Watchful, jealous of the spectators, of the Japanese woman who would obviously be stimulating her dome, having only the unknown to fear, Hannah lingered. Mistress Keisha had turned her gaze back onto Hannah and, presently, Master Guryon joined in the staring down contest. Losing, Baby tucked her pacifier back into her mouth, and then, feeling Giggles's grip her by the elbow, let the clown lead their retreat.

"So what's the deal with the lady with the rope?" asked Hannah.

She and the woman that called herself Madam Giggles had traipsed back through the entire house again to end up finally at the entrance of the basement vestibule. Yes, whoever Master Guryon really was and whatever he did for an unmasked living, his basement too had a vestibule. They stood together at the top of the steps, which was a carpeted staircase that led down to another major hallway. Poised to make her descent, Giggles turned around, little tricycle in hand, tilted her head at an odd angle and asked:

"Did your domme say it was okay for you to get out of character?"

Hannah looked down at the teddy bear she'd tucked back into the crook of her arm, as if to consult it for an answer. Actually, she didn't recall that Chase had specified that she had to remain in her Baby persona when scening with other people. But, not knowing any more about Madam Giggles, other than that she was a third grade teacher, all Hannah heard in her question was the kind firmness of one who knew how to get the truth out of her more troublesome subjects. Clearing her throat, Baby, pouting, met the other's gaze and said:

"Sawwy."

Giggles smiled, and then, resuming her descent down the stairs, said:

"Mistress Atsuko runs a lucrative little business setting up major rope bondage parties all over Japan and the U.S. She runs classes too up in New York, down in Florida, and then out in Texas and California."

"Oh." Said Baby, "So what makes ha so speshew?"

At the bottom of the stairs, they stopped. Astonished, Baby slowly scanned what she guessed was about a four thousand square foot space, her eyes roving from luxury to luxury. Stepping in beside her, Giggles regarded her, and then, soberly, said:

"They say that after Mistress Atsuko ties you once, you never forget it. Nobody can tie knots or bind you in a way that can bring you there the way she can. They say that most rope masters are more, process driven. When the submissive goes back to them for a second time, he or she usually has to augment that time around with a vibrator or a butt plug. But, with Atsuko, when she ropes you, you become a piece of art and all you need to come harder than you ever have before, are her ropes."

Settling her gaze on Giggles, Baby held her bear before her and, making it bounce like a puppet, she raised her voice to a baby bear falsetto and said:

"Hey, you sound like yuwa out of characta!"

Giggles crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

"Did you eva get all roped up by Mistwess Atsuko?" asked Baby as they advanced down the hall.

"Oh no!" said Giggles, giggling, "Ropes don't kinky my pinky. Besides, I can't afford Atsuko's prices. How about you? What's your stim?"

Baby paused. Helter skelter, where's the bomb shelter?

"Stim? Baby repeated.

"Yeah, stim, your kinky kindle doodle doo! What puts the float under your boat? Is it just dressing up and pretending you're a little girl and being good for Mommy or do you have, other secrets?"

"Hmm, seecwets, I dunno. Deae pwitty dewty."

"Ha ha ha!!! You like to play with doody!" laughed Giggles, pointing a finger at Baby.

"Oh gowy no! I don't pway wif any doodoo!"

"Then what? Come on! I'm trying to build a rapport here. Your mistress is probably going to be, tied up, all night."

Her cheeks red, clutching her teddy bear at the small of her back, Baby danced away from the pretty pink haird clown. Giggles too began to dance, swinging her legs in high arcs, spinning wide circles, her big red shoes flashing speedily by. Then , starting at the opposite end of the hall, she rolled into three cart wheels, one after the other, and landed not two feet from Baby, raising her arms in victory and singing:

"Ta-da!"

"Baby applauded. Giggles took a few silly baby steps closer and whispered:

"Come on. You can tell me."

Baby gazed into the clown's eyes. Hannah remembered the clowns she'd seen at the circus and at birthday parties. There was always something about them. Not that they were scary, but there was always something about their eyes, the whites of their eyes. There were never actually white, ever. They were always yellow. It had to be the stark whiteness of the grease paint, of course. But, the whites of Madam Giggles eyes, were actually a healthy, shining white.

"I like, pee." Baby said shyly, looking away.

Giggles gasped exageratedly.

"You're a cutey." She said, "You're right. That is dirty!"

"Oh yeah!?! Well..."

Baby thrust her face forward and, with her face contorted, she gave Madam Giggles a dry raspberry.

"Na na!" Giggles sang, "dirty, dirty, dirty girl!"

"Dat's not faeya." Uttered Baby through her pout, "Deae's gotta be sumptin weewy dewty you wike."

"Ha, you said weewy! Okay, okay."

Then Giggles, after doing an exagerated visual sweep of the luxurious basement, turned back to face Baby and whispered:

"I wike dewty jokes. Day make me wet when I tiw dem."

"Aw dat ain't da same ting."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Giggles as she took Baby by the hand, "I'll show ya! Let's go!"

Together, they ran through the subterranean magnificence of Guryon's home, Baby's pig tails and her teddy bear bouncing in the clown's wake. Baby sight saw on the run, the shuffleboard court, a game room with pool table and video-game consoles, a media room, a pottery room with a kiln and a home fitness center. Then, just after the fitness center and to the right, the pair stopped abruptly before another set of French doors with drapery hung from the inside, obscuring any view. Giggles sauntered to the doors' handles, turned her head to gaze ardently at Baby and, in a seductive Saturday morning cartoon voice, she said:

"What, did the hurricane say to the coconut palm tree? "

Baby raised an eye brow at her, shrugged, and then answered:

"Uh, hold on to yaw nuts, dis is no awedinaiwy bwow job?"

Giggles suddenly shuddered, crossed her legs and did a little shimmy. The clown leaned her pink haired head against the door and, leering dreamily at Baby, drew in a deep breath. Then, turning the door's handle she said:

"Come, into my boudoir."

With a flourish, Giggles opened the door and stepped in. Baby followed. In that instant, Madam Giggles, hooting madly, got a running start, and then leaped into the greatest collection of balloons Baby had ever seen. They covered the floor and the ceiling, every color of the rainbow. Then there came the staccato explosions of popping balloons and Giggle's delighted gasps and wild laughter. Baby watched her bounce high into the air and saw, upon closer examination, that the floor was actually a wall to wall trampoline.

"How does a woman scare a gynecologist?" asked Giggles in midair.

"I dunno!" answered Baby.

Giggles disappeared under the mountain of inflated rubber orbs. Baby watched the balloons ripple and spread from the clown burrowing through their depth. Then, crawling out of the brilliant colydascope of shining colors, panting, Giggles got on her feet, drew very close to Baby and said:

"By becoming a ventriloquist."

"Ha!" laughed Baby, "Dat's funny."

A silence ensued, though there was the occasional settling or gentle mid-air collision of balloons. Madam Giggles stared at Baby, seeming to work out some diabolical plan in her mind. Suddenly nervous under the weight of the clown's gaze, Baby poked her pacifier into her mouth.

"Would it be okay," said Giggles in a playful sing-song, "if I painted your face?"

Baby turned her head slightly left, let the pacifier drop from her mouth and said:

"You mean, wike a cwown?"

"Yes like a clown silly!" said Giggles, beaming, bouncing on her feet, a brief tremor rising through her body as she rang her hands, "Can I, huh, huh, can I, can I, please, please, please? "

Baby paused, and then said:

"De Unaviewsity of Awaska spans fo time zones."

"What?"

"Oh, Sawwy. I mean, yeah, shua."

In a flurry of excitement, broken up only by the necessarily patient and deliberate effort of her hands, Giggles took Baby through a major clown make-over. First, Baby washed her face at a sink in the work out room's facilities, and then applied a thin coat of moisturizer. Back in the clown's play room, as they sat facing each other, crossed legged on the floor, Giggles sponged a thin layer of base makeup, smoothing out any irregularities or lines, adding more or thinning heavy areas. Then, with a properly packed powder puff, Giggles patted the base in place.

"So," sang Giggles as she unwrapped her crayons and brushes, "What would you like to be? Bozo, Clarabelle, Krusty, sad tramp, happy hobo, what?"

Giving it some deliberation, Baby said:

"I wanna be da staw chiwddd."

"The what?"

"You know, Paw Stanwey , fwum Kiss, de wok band?"

Giggles nodded in recognition, selected a black crayon and went to work. Meanwhile, Hannah, having let Baby take a little nap in the back of her head, began to stew in the imposed immobility and mental perseveration over her discomfort and hope: chitter chatter, pitter patter, cloak and dagger, dither lather, oh my God there's this really annoying little itch right on the side of my nose and if I scratch it, I'll ruin her work, and I don't want to ruin her work because, if it comes out cool, then I'll have ruined it and she'll be upset, and she'll have to start it again, but that's even if she wants to start it again! What if she gets upset with me? I need to calm down. I need to, I need- I know!!! Count only the yellow balloons, all the yellow balloons, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7-

"There," Giggles exclaimed as she set down her crayon and clapped her hands together, "all done! Now we need to find you a wig."

Gathering her materials, the clown got to her feet, and then skipped to a small trunk waiting in the corner of the room. As the clown rummaged through her trunk, Hannah realized that her itch had subsided. Presently, Giggles returned with a big curly rainbow colored afro wig, a jumbo black and pink polka dot bowtie and a cell phone. The bow tie, she clipped at the back of Baby's neck. The wig, she planted firmly on her head and, with the cell, took a picture.

Baby, feeling the make up on her lips, unable to suck her pacifier or her thumb, watched as Giggles looked at both the real Baby and her phone photo with admiration. Then, handing the phone over to Baby, Giggles smiled. Hannah stared at the picture, not believing that it was really her. She looked perfect. The black star around her right eye was sharply lined. Her left eye was alluring, lined too in black and shadowed in pink. There were gentle shadings of rouge on her cheeks and her lips looked somehow more attractive in their stark whiteness. Awe struck, she looked up at Giggles.

"I wuv it." She whispered, "Its bieutafo. Fank you."

The mirth didn't fade from Giggle's smile so much as it gave way to something else, something that had made its way from her limpid brown-green eyes. Seated crossed legged before Baby again, the clown began to rub the big round tips of her shoes with slow caresses. Then, in a quiet, out of character voice, she asked:

"So, uhm, Baby Doll? I wonder, what rules did Mistress Chase set for you for, play parties?"

Baby looked up suddenly, and then glanced away, her blush invisible behind the make-up and the big bow tie. Clearing her throat, she said:

"Uh, Mistwiss Chasy wasey said I can touch fwends wif my fingas and my toes, but I can't put my mouf on anybody and dey can't put dear mouf on me, kay?"

Giggles considered, nodded and said:

"Got it. Say? Did you hear about the guy who died of a Viagra overdose?"

"Uh, no?" Baby answered as she handed Giggles back her phone.

"They couldn't close his casket."

"Ha! Dey couldn't cwose his casket. I wike dat one."

Then, rising back onto her feet, waddling to the trunk, putting her phone away, and then waddling back with a rubber chicken, Giggles asked:

"How do you stop a dog from humping your leg?"

Getting to her feet, Baby eyed the rubber chicken and wondered if she was going to be expected to fuck Giggles with it. Then, hesitantly, she said:

"Uh, I dunno."

"Pick him up and suck on his cock!"

Baby cringed. Giggles handed her the chicken, and then proceeded to remove her dress.

"Wait, wait, wait!" she said, chortling, "I got another one!"

Another one? Oh man, I'm not sure I can take this all night. What the Hell is she planning to do with this fucking rubber chicken?

"Why do dwarfs laugh, when they play soccer?"

Baby shrugged as she watched the clown's dress fall down around her ankles. Her gaze then went back up the length of Ms. O'Malley's body, her shapely legs, her light brown pubic mound trimmed into the shape of a petunia, her lovely round center weighted breasts, and each tipped with a clown face pasty, each with its own little big red nose. Quivering with excitement, Giggles finally answered:

"Because the grass tickles their balls!"

Baby was suddenly overcome with laughter. Giggles turned around, affording her playmate vantage of her very delicious looking ass. Then, when Baby was about to comment on its shapeliness, a bouquet of plastic flowers abruptly burst out from between her cheeks. Baby screamed, first, out of fright, then, out of sheer joy. Beaming, Giggles shook and rolled her bottom until her flowers suddenly fell to the floor. That, and the saddened expression that resulted in Giggles' face, sent Baby into another fit of hysterics.

Presently, Giggles raced around Baby, and then leaped back onto the balloon covered trampoline. Baby immediately followed and shared in a good old time, jumping with her new friend, tumbling, popping balloon after balloon, doing back flips, laughing, hooting and squealing the entire time. Eventually, they tired and laid themselves down upon what balloons remained. Giggles, on her belly, asked Baby to get the rubber chicken. She did, and was then asked to whack it gently at first against her lower back, and then against her buttocks and thighs. This too Baby did, and then gradually increased the intensity of her blows as the coulrophile's coos and hums evolve into whimpers and groans, and as her heavy lidded eyes closed while her mouth opened to an increasingly delighted o.

By the time she'd received her last blow, Giggles had spread her legs wide enough for Baby to observe exactly how much vaginal sweat was dripping from between her fattened rosy lips and condensing upon the surface of the balloons beneath. Sighing contentedly, Giggles observed her playmate's admiration. A moment later, without a word, Baby draped the rubber chicken across the clown's back, and then waded back to solid floor. Giggles watched as Baby then removed her dress, her panties, her shoes and her socks. Wading back in beside the clown, Baby laid herself upon the balloons, forcing enough beneath her to keep her open ass oriented toward Giggles. The clown, removing the rubber chicken from her back, smiled gleefully, and then, pushing her playmate's camisole closer to her shoulders and admiring her pretty round ass, obliged Baby in kind.

Later, Giggles decided that more balloons were in order. Not the round kind, but the long variety with which she could make this or that animal. So they made animals together, though they popped a few, by mistake as well as on purpose. Then, while a number of intact twisting balloons remained, Giggles said she had a surprise. She left the room, naked but for her made up face and her big red shoes, her walk betraying exactly how really ready for a good orgasm she was. While she waited, Baby spread her legs and, orienting the rounded tip of one of the phallic shaped balloons toward the clef of her vulva, she wondered if Giggles intended to pop one of them while it was inside her. Presently, Giggles returned, holding a cream pie aloft in each hand. Then, in her sultry clown voice, she asked:

"Chocolate or vanilla?"

"Oh please don't frowe doze at my face." Baby implored.

"There not for our faces silly. Now, chocolate or vanilla?"

"Oh, okay. Uh, chocolate."

Giggles sauntered to where the floor met the edge of the trampoline, and set her pies down. Baby, clutching a few of the inflated phallic balloons, waded over to meet her. Together, they cleared an area of trampoline, and then sat down facing each other. Giggles reached for the vanilla cream pie, handed it to Baby, laid back, raised her legs, and then, spreading her legs and grabbing her ankles, she said:

"Hit me."

Baby eyed her petunia haired target, raised the pie, and then smashed it into the clown's pussy and gently rubbed it in.

"Yes, rub it harder," Giggles whimpered, "just a little harder. Yes, yes, that's right, oh, ooh."

Baby obliged her for a time, and then the clown cried:

"Give me, give me one of the balloons!"

Letting go of her ankles, Giggles took the balloon and, after pushing some of the cream inside herself, proceeded to push the balloon into her vagina. Baby watched as the clown massaged more cream around her clitoris and could see the balloon contract and expand again within the grip of Giggles' muscles. Then, well into a state of ecstasy, Ms. O'Malley said:

"Give me another, quick!"

Baby did, and then watched as Giggles worked the second balloon into her ass hole. Oh my, Hannah thought. Slipper, dipper, stickler, tickler, now that just made me really wet. Where's that pie? Baby reached for the pie, positioned herself so that her ass cheeks were as close as she could get them to Giggles's. Then she took the pie and smashed it against her vulva. Its coolness surprised her, making her gasp. Panting, laughing at herself, Baby then drove some of the chocolate cream into her anus.

Glancing at Giggles, Baby saw that she was quivering, her eyes closed, her mouth opening slowly wider as she rubbed herself off to climax. Hurriedly, Baby took the other end of the balloon that was in the clown's ass, and then carefully inserted it into her own ass. Then, scooting, maneuvering her rump so that there was little balloon exposed between them, Baby too began to masturbate. Oh yeah, she thought. I want this. I do want this. Hopefully, the pop won't hurt too bad.

Together they rubbed speedy circles and lines, spraying tiny globs of cream across their bellies and thighs. Faster and faster they went. Louder and louder they moaned and whined as their faces each contracted into not so very hilarious grimaces until the two playmates came, Giggles's balloons popping one after the other, Baby squealing one after the other. Then, as they each breathed great sighs of relief, Baby jettisoned a great flood of urine onto Giggles's cream painted pussy. Presently, Giggles propped herself up on her elbows and said: