It goes against my better judgment to talk to her, much less have her in this house. The decision is not mine, however. This is the work of Maelstrom. And as long as he is writing the checks that make my life possible here at Singing Wind, who am I to argue?

It is a very good life.

She is, young, perhaps late twenties, early thirties, blonde with perfect legs; feet on one end and ass on the other. The fact that her ass can only be considered a 9 ½ is only because I have never seen a true 10. Meeting her at the door to my study, I offer my arm to escort her in, the perfect gentleman. I purposely situate her body out of my line of sight. I want only to concentrate on her face. It is not a beautiful face. No, not beautiful, Beautiful is too bland an adjective. She is interesting, intelligent, and smooth. These adjectives work. . She is magnificent, utterly magnificent. Perhaps you think I exaggerate, but this is not the case. I have made a life study of women and fancy myself a connoisseur of feminine flesh and character. To put it in the vernacular of my trade, this is a five million dollar cunt. And this was the strangest recruitment interview I have ever conducted.

“…and he told me I could count on you to fully acclimate me to the facility.” She told me in a flat tone, delivered with even a flatter look on her face. She was sizing me up and at the same time, trying to maintain her dignity. Dignity is a strange thing to women. This one views me as powerful and I am. But she also thinks I’m the lowest form of life on the planet. Be nice to the lowlife, the pervert. How genteel. I may be, too, all that and more. I trade in flesh. I am the first link in the White Slave chain store. Now I find myself interviewing a genuine, card carrying member of the fourth estate, the press, the New York Times. She is sitting across my from me, in my study, wearing a short skit and no panties hoping to entice me. To be honest, I had no idea whether to laugh or laugh uncontrollably.

“My facility,” I intoned just as flatly. “This entire facility, as you put it, is mine. Its conception, construction, and implementation are the produce of my thoughts, dreams and desires. It exists because one man dared to dream a dream and is willing to pay the price of seeing his ideas bear fruit. And yes, you can count on me to fully acclimate you to Singing Winds.” I let these words, the latter delivered with sarcastic mirth and trail off to the proverbial pregnant pause, as I’d heard my aunt say, if not a million times, then close. Her flat look was still plastered to her face but it didn’t go all the way to her eyes, though. Her eyes were flinty. I would not swear to it, but it seemed her breathing had hiccupped, just a small catch. She glanced at her notebook as if she needed to refresh her memory, and I think that is true, in so far as the thread of her memory is unraveling.

“Exactly, where am I?” She asked.

“You are in The House of Singing Wind.” I replied, hinting in my voice that this was an illogical question.

“I mean, exactly where is the House of Singing Wind? Generally speaking, I don’t want to know the GPS coordinates or anything, just where I am.” Her confidence was returning, though not to full force.

“Generally speaking, on Earth. Great pains have been taken to assure my privacy, my client’s privacy and the privacy of my novitiates. You are an investigative reporter. Investigate. The precautions we have taken with you are the same that any client, the hired help, or the newly chosen experience. Blindfold, hood and blacked out windows on my jet. No contact with the crew. Timing the flight won’t help, either. The flight lasts between nine and eleven and three quarter hours.

“Singing Winds has been in operation for fourteen years. I do the recruiting, the scheduling, the transportation, and have personally directed the curriculum.” Curriculum, what a concept! I think the word “program” would be a more likely term, so I correct my self. “I like to think of it as the program.” At this, I see her visibly swallow hard. Her confidence is waning.

“The program,” she repeated, “exactly what does that involve?” I cannot stop the small smile that is tugging at the corner of my mouth. She is trying to be the reporter, always analytical. I wondered how long that was going to last. Perhaps forever, perhaps not past tomorrow.

“It’s a training program, pure and simple.” At this, I stood and clasped my hands behind my back and knew I was about to lecture. And she was completely in my view again. “We train concubines, servants, slaves, fuck toys, whores, sluts, or whatever you want to call uncompensated human beings that are owned, controlled, used, abused and held in servitude. We train them to understand the importance of serving another, completely, in any manner prescribed by the client. What the client desires, we provide. The actual crux of the matter is that each novice is here of their own volition.” I chuckled, “An all volunteer force, if you will, striving to be the best they can. They have the desire to serve, to be of service and to be compliant. We foster that desire, we mold that desire, and we hone it to a fine edge. That is the Program. What is it you desire? You’ve got your full story now, you can write your article and enlighten the world about Singing Wind. You have seen all you will see and told all you will be told.” I turned and started toward the door.

“No, wait!” She implored to me. “I want to have the full picture I want to know what it’s like to be in the House of Singing Wind, the experience, talk to the others. I want my story to be fact based on my own experience not perceptions. I’ve flown here, to God knows where and you’re ready to send me off? Maelstrom promised me a story and I’m here to get it and I mean to get it.” There was fire in her eyes now and the small smile was again licking at the corners of my mouth. She was close to saying what she needed to say, but not quite there. “I want to see what the novices go through, I want that.”

“No!” I almost barked, “That is not going to happen. Maelstrom does not own this place and I’m not his servant. I’m under no obligation to show you anything. I’ve told you what you wanted to know about this place. Go back to New York and make up what you’d like about Singing Wind. It exists, you’ve seen it.”

In almost a girlish tone she said what I’d known she’d say, eventually, I was taken completely by surprise by how quickly and timidly it came.

“I want to be trained.”

And that was that and I knew an article would never be written.

I walk over and stand before her. I know what my eyes look like boring into her and I am looking quite through her. I can taste the fear stirring in her soul. I can feel the intensity building in the muscles of my face. I can smell her very well now, her perfume, her perspiration, her cunt. I can feel my voice box tighten, ready to take on the raspy quality that comes with “The Voice”. I watch as her hands tighten their grips on the arms of her chair, her knuckles going white. I stop 3 paces from her chair.

“Kneel.” My voice is deep, the word perfectly annunciated.

She does not move, so I repeat: “Kneel.” My voice is even, almost slow. It is not a whisper, it is very conversational with enough conviction to let her know I am in no mood for games. Still, she does not move. As slowly as I can, I close the distance between us and as my right foot comes to rest next to my left, my right hand flashes from my side, a flick, fast as a fighter’s jab, I slap her. The sound reverberates in the stillness of my office. I think to myself that I will never forget this look in her eye. She is stunned, but she does not become hysterical. This time when I say “Kneel.” in the same, even tone of the last two commands, she slides smoothly to the floor into a kneeling position.

“Pleasure me.” Same slow, quiet, melodious tone. Again, she looks at me with an uncomprehending look. “Suck me, blow me, slurp the schlong, smooch the root, give Mr. Johnson a kiss, eat me, do the deep throat, puff the penis, bob the knob, you give me long time sucky-sucky, give me head. Do what your told, when you’re told. Are there any questions?” I slap her smartly again. “No? Well, that’s just fine.”

And deftly, her hands go to my fly to release my cock from confinement, her lips part and she envelopes the shaft into her warm, moist mouth. Her eyes close and, I’m sure her motivation is to get this over as quickly as possible. I make suggestions as to speed, tongue usage, teeth positioning, and she quickly learns to gently and devotedly bring me to climax. Dutifully, she swallows every drop of cum I pump into her mouth.

My orgasm does not stop her ministrations until I gently pushed her mouth from me, the sensation is too intense to deal with for long. I could swear that I see disappointment furrow her brow as I pull my manhood from her lips. Then, she looks up at me. I say nothing for a long moment. “When you are done with something, put it away,” I say. And dutifully, she does. I walk back to my desk and discreetly push a small button. Almost immediately, the door opens and an Asian woman with a dour look on her face walks in. “This is Soledad. You will call her Mistress Sollie. She is going to play show and tell with you. Show you what you need to see and tell you what you need to know. Sollie, this bitches name is Slut. Take very good care of her or we just might need a session with the barbed wire flogger.” Oh, the look on Slut’s face upon hearing this reminded me of the credit card commercial. Priceless. As fast as cat, Sollie places an iron collar on Slut’s neck and slips a leash in place and leads her away. Slut, too shocked and stunned to protest, crawls away on her hands and knees like a dutiful puppy.

Chapter 2 – Li

The morning is hot and muggy and there is little doubt there will be rain in the jungle before noon. From the tree line, we watch as people from the surrounding villes began to congregate in a clearing, a cul-de-sac, one road both in and out. There is little to do but wait and see what is going on. The Laotian-Thailand border is notorious as a portal for arms and supplies from China via Laos, across Thailand into Cambodia and on into Vietnam. What is most curious about this gathering is the predominance of men and children, mostly young women. To my eye, I am certain these are families. Tran Ngo, the team’s translator, sidles up to me to apprise me of the situation, for my ears only.

“These farmers, very poor. Come to sell children. Not come to meet to meet Cong. No guns, no rice.”

I was stunned. “Why?” I asked.
”No money, no food. Girl childs no be married, no money, no buffalo to give to husband’s family, boys too young to work to rice paddies. Farmers has many children, many mouth to feed. If no can work, no can feed. Better sell than kill or starve.” He said this with a matter of fact dignity. This was the oriental way: He would make no judgments. His flat look told me that I was in no position to judge, either.

When his report is finished, Tran evaporates as silent as a ghost just as a mid fifties vintage Cadillac pulls into the clearing. My fist shoots up in a tight fist next to my ear. My index finger goes strait up, waggles back and forth once and then I make the peace sign. None of the men in the team need any explanation for the signal: Freeze, take cues from me, safeties on. Also, the men know exactly who is driving the Caddy. It is Dirty Mary, the mamasan of a bar by the same name in downtown Bangkok.

“Looks like Mamasan’s on a mission to buy some new hookers.” Miller says. “Fresh meat and I’m three months from mid tour R&R.” He said this almost disgustedly. Virgins go for a premium bar fine and are very sought after on their first night working the second floor at Dirty Mary’s..

I flash “on me” and say out loud, “The smoking lamp is lit.” I pull a Lucky from my pocket and made a big production of lighting it, not caring if the clicking noise of my Zippo carries into the clearing and I begin walking toward the gathering crowd. The sight of five men carrying weapons sends a ripple of tension through the group, but they quickly realize that we are not Thai Federal Police and they relax. Dirty Mary recognizes Miller right away. I suppose spending the paychecks saved for five months in a week at a whorehouse can really popularize a person and she breaks out into a ever widening grin.

“You number one, GI, Millersan!” she cries out. That just about did it for me. I had the urge to butt stroke her upside her toothless head. I hate the way the gooks are always slipping into Japanese sounding Pigeon English; always calling us “Number One”. I am pretty sure that number is signified by the middle finger, but I ignore her.

I motion for Tran to get his ass over to me and point to a farmer standing next to a young girl. “Ask him how old she is,” I order. Tran did and the farmer went into a diatribe that lasted a lot longer than just stating a number.

“‘He say, she fifteen and very strong. Can pick grass out of rice patty long time, pick rice too. She good cook and make many baby, all boy.” The look on my face upset the farmer and filled him with fear. This seems to be Dirty Mary’s cur to begin to examine the girl. It reminded me of grizzled old ranchers examining breed stock before an auction at stockyards back, back in the world in Oklahoma. She fells the girl’s breasts through her rough blouse and pulls back her woven hat to pick at her hair and part her lips to look at her teeth, teeth that were perfect in spite of never having been seen by a dentist in their lifetime. Then, she began to dicker with the farmer. I looked a Tran and he said “She say she give 500 baht.” Twenty-five American dollars.

“Tell him I give one thousand,” and so the price war began. Back and forth the bidding goes until the figure reaches ten thousand baht. Finally, Dirty Mary gives me a disgusted look and spits at my feet. “You no come to my bar, no more, Lieutenantsan!”

“Not a problem,” I said, and spit right back at her feet. I paid the farmer who without another look at his daughter, turns and walks away, towards the woods and Laos. Mary makes an awful sound in my direction and Tran starts to translate. I hold up my hand him. “I know what she said, Tran.”

I walk away, also back toward the woods, to the Landing Zone where we’ll be picked up. Tran just looks at me and then says “You boo koo dinky dau!” “Yep, Tran, one crazy motherfucker, I just spent ten thousand nickels, five hundred bucks on a human being!”

I awake with a start and come instantly alert as I always do when I have this dream. You can take the boy out of the jungle, but you can’t take the jungle out of the boy. A soft hand caresses my cheek and I look into two limpid brown pools of light that are Li’s eyes. I think she knows what I am dreaming about but she never says a word, and snuggles closer to me, placing her tiny hand on my chest. I am awake and will be for the rest of the night. I patiently wait for her breathing return to a rhythmical steady beat before I leave the bed. I have a lot to think about, the least of which is how Li came to be in my life. The dream that was not always a dream sometimes disturbs me.

I leave my private wing of Singing Winds heading towards the staff cells; I want to talk to Sollie before I leave. Without knocking, I walk right in to her room. Even if there were a lock on her door, I knew it would be unlocked. I reach into my pocket for the Zippo that has been in my pocket for the last thirty years, minus the four months three years ago when it took a little vacation to Bradford, Pee Ay, back in the good ole’ You Ess of Ay for some of that good old lifetime warranty service. Made it the U.S. of A may not mean shit in Detroit, but Pennsylvania is a whole different ball game.

I could have turned on the lights, but when talking to Sollie, especially, I find candlelight soothing. I open the lid of the lighter slowly and quietly and light a taper on her bed table and this does not wake her. On the other side of her bed, leaning against the wall I make out a shape. Picking up the candle, I move to the other side of the bed and can’t help but smile. No wonder Sollie doesn’t wake up seems she was busy far into the night.

Leaning against the wall is a rough cross with a limp body tied to it. The eyes are closed and I can see the eyes rapidly moving in REM dream-sleep. Ahh, the dreams of Slut; these are dreams that could interest me. Softly I touch her lips and an involuntary shiver courses down her body but she does not wake. She is beautiful, her breasts are full and pendulous, with a light sheen of perspiration that glistens in the candlelight. I can see that she is wearing a chastity devise. I don’t need to guess that her cunt and ass are filled and well filled at that. The slickness on her thighs also says that I don’t have to guess that it might be KY jelly. I return to the far side of the bed, lean down and give Sollie’s cheeks several light taps. Her eyes pop open and move side to side rapidly, unfocused. Finally, her eyes settle on my face and she recognizes me. She quietly slips out of bed and onto her knees. I sit on her bed feeling the warmth of her body still in the sheets. She knee walks forward and settles between my thighs, Idly I begin to stroke her black hair as she looks into my eyes with a shy smile that lights her entire face.

“Rough night?” I ask. Her smile broadens and just as suddenly she is serious. “Are you sure this one should be here?” She asks softly, nodding toward Slut. “There’s a lot of spirit in her. I’m not sure if she’s taking training because she wants it or because it gets her what she wants.” I knew exactly what she meant. “Sollie,” I said, “Don’t question her motives, and just train her to the best of your, and her, abilities.” I think she wanted to talk more about this but she knew the discussion was over. It is now time to listen to me.

“I’m leaving this morning; I’m going to see Maelstrom about this one and run some other errands. Don’t try too hard to break this one. And be extremely careful, I don’t know yet if this is someone’s property. Not that I really care, but if she belongs to Malestrom then it’s going to cost him the same she would fetch at auction to training her. Just in case, leave something out because Maelstrom thinks he can finish a slave’s training regimen.” We smiled at each other at this. “If that’s the case, I think this one might be at Singing Wind for a very long time,” I added and Sollie nodds in agreement.

I crane my head back as if to look at the ceiling and begin to rotate my head, eyes closed, feeling the gravel in my neck and spine grate bone to bone as I try to relax. I feel Sollie’s hand go into the fly in my silk pajamas and slip inside. I looked down at her and lightly grab her wrist to stop her. “Li’s already taken care of that,” I said. Rolling over on my side, I stretch out on Sollie’s bed. I am awake and know I won’t fall back asleep, but I am exhausted, the way I always feel after the dream. Sollie crouches at the end of the bed and begins to massage my feet. I close my eyes and give into the sensation she is sending up my sciatic nerve that culminates in a tingling sensation just behind my right ear. I roll onto my back and I feel her take my toes between her warm, moist lips, sucking my toes, pulling them between her lips as if they were tiny cocks. She runs her tongue between my toes and then licks up their lengths. She takes all five on each foot into her mouth at once and runs her tongue around each one. She then began to lick the entire foot with deliberate, long, tongue strokes. I raise my head and look down at her, her features softened by the glow of the candle, her face serene in her devotion to the worship of my feet. I lay back, closed my eyes and completely lose myself in her ministrations. She works on, sensually and methodically, into the night.

I wake, again, to light streaming through the high window of Sollie’s cell. I am in her bed, covered up, feeling snuggly warm. Slut is not tied to the cross any longer and I am quite alone in Sollie’s room. I throw back the covers and get to my feet, stretching broadly. I feel totally refreshed and alert, not totally unlike the mornings I awoke in the jungle a million years ago: Totally ready for any contingency. Briskly, I leave the room and head back to my quarters. Have to get a move on. Today, I’m to be a traveling man.

Chapter 3 – Changelings

Gently, Sollie tucks her master into her bed as the graying sky of morning was brightening her cell enough to see with out a light. Slut, tied to her cross is still sleeping the sleep of the dead. Sollie can see a ropy line of spittle falling from the corner of Slut’s mouth dribbling onto her left breast and this makes her smile. Picking a pair of soiled panties from the hamper next to her dresser, she retrieves a roll of duct tape from the bottom drawer. Moving silently to the sleeping form tied to the cross, she tears off half a foot and sticks it to the lower edge of the cross piece. She reaches out and pinches Slut’s nostrils causing her mouth to open and stuffs the balled up the panties deeply into Slut’s mouth and quickly secures her mouth with the tape.

Slut’s eyes flash open almost immediately wondering why this Filipino bitch would not leave her alone. The gag in her mouth did not allow for any noise to escape her. Solly moved close to her ear and spoke softly,

“Look in my bed.”

Slut did as she was told surprised to see the man she had met only the day before, the one who had sent her into hell with this bitch from hell who has seemingly worked her over the entire night. Just as quickly, she realizes that Mistress Sollie has not been working on her all night; she has been asleep standing tied to the cross. Her eyes go back to Mistress Solly. What surprised most is that that is exactly how she is thinking about this Asian woman: Mistress Sollie.

“Make one sound that wakes him up and your whole day will be irreversibly fucked up in the first 30 seconds you are awake.”

Slut thinks to herself that the day is already pretty much fucked up waking up tied to a cross, with a pair of panties taped in your mouth, wearing a chastity belt with a dildo up your ass and cunt wearing only what must be really nice bruises on her ass and tits being ordered around by what her brother (who’d done a tour in the Marines) would call a LBRPFM’s, which is short for Little Brown Rice Powered Fucking Machines. No, she thinks, days do not come any more fucked than this. “Understand?” Solly barks softly.

Slut nodded dumbly.

Taking a leash from a hook on the wall, Solly clipps it deftly to the collar around Slut’s neck and unties first her ankles and then her wrists. As she is lowered to the floor her shoulder joints make a loud popping sound. They are numb and leaden. Sollie gives Slut a hard look. “You know what position you are to be in when you are on the leash,” she hissed.

Slut dropped to all fours and is promptly and unceremoniously led out of the cell and into the morning light. Sollie keeps her moving at a rapid pace and Slut finds she can not keep up and quickly adjusts by coming up off her knees and onto the balls of her feet moving in a crab like fashion. Awkward as this was, she finds that she can now keep up with her Mistress. Abruptly, Sollie stops. Intent on keeping her balance, Slut does not realize this until the leash became taut and spills her on her face.

“Pay attention!” Sollie snaps. She grabs Slut’s collar and jerks her to her knees. Roughly, she rips the duct tape that covering her mouth and Slut can not stifle a cry and involuntarily a hand goes to her mouth to rub her lips. Her breath is coming in ragged gulps as she tries to catch her breath and spit the panties from her mouth. Slut has been in constant torment since leaving the study yesterday and Mistress Sollie has given her little respite since coming into her charge. The sleep she’d had on the cross had been poor, at best and fatigue was now her constant companion.

“We are now going into breakfast. I know you haven’t eaten since yesterday, but don’t bolt your food. Eat what you are given and don’t you dare ask for more. As a matter of principle, don’t talk at all. That is unless being tutored in manner is what you want from me, then, well, just piss me off.” Sollie gives Slut a sardonic and wryly sadistic smile at this while looking down at the wretched form of Slut, kneeling in the sandy grass with puffy eyes and raw knees, generally looking pitiful.

Slut thinks she wants to do more than just piss Mistress Solly off. She wants to grab a handful of hair and jerk her to the ground and give her a taste of her own medicine, but something tells her this was not even a remotely good idea. These thoughts, against her will, telegraph to her face. Sollie smiles, reached out and twists her left nipple cruelly saying, “You better think again. That good idea you are thinking right now may not be such a good idea in reality.” And Slut blushes bright red and tears began to course down her face. How in the name of fuck can she know what she is thinking?

Sollie turns and with hard tug on the leash, Slut begins to follow at a slower pace. They enter a building through a large doorway and she is led to a low bench before a long table and is given the order to stand. To her amazement, as she looks around the room, she is surprised to find the room filled with at least ten long tables and each has at least a dozen women standing just as she is. On the table before each place is a bowl of what can be best described as mush. A small bell rings and the women, in mass, sit in their respective places. Sollie has to give a small jab into Slut’s back to get her to follow suit. When she sits, the dildo from chastity device in her ass is noticeably uncomfortable and she is shocked to realize that her bodily needs are becoming pressing: She has to pee very badly. She sees that all the women have lowered their faces into the bowls and are eating. Sollie grabbed a handful of Slut’s hair and shoves her face into the bowl and she began to lap at the contents so as not to drown. Sollie says in a low voice “I’ll see you tomorrow, behave.” And she is gone. Slut does not see Mistress Solly for the next eighteen hours.

* * *

Slut is amazed that the contents of the bowl tastes delicious and she begins to eat greedily. She raises her eyes enough to see the girl across from her looking at her, her face and nose sticky and covered with the creamy mush.

“It’s breadfruit,” the girl whispers. No sooner than this is said, a hand pushes the girl’s face back into the bowl roughly.

“You want to eat or you at high tea this morning? Shoot the shit on your own time!”

Looking up, Slut sees a very large woman standing behind the girl holding her face in the bowl and then grabs a handful of hair and lifts her face from it bringing her to an upright position. The girl, her face now covered completely with her breakfast, opens her soft brown eyes and smiles softly at Slut.

“Thank you mistress for correcting this wayward bitch,” she says in an even voice. The woman only grunts and gives the girl’s head a shove. The girl only smils again and resumed eating.

She points a riding crop at Slut and barks, “Get your face back in that bowl if you know what’s good for you,” and then walks on.

Trying to take in as much of the scene as possible, Slut does not finish her meal before the small bell rings and once again, in unison, the women all rise. She can only look back at her unfinished meal and frown. The women deftly step back over the benches and reached their hands out to either side to clasp the hands of the women to either side. Slut did like wise. The women on her side of the table executed a left face, while those opposite performed a right face maneuver and the women file out two abreast for where Slut knows not.

* * *

Waking up in Sollie’s bed, I leisurely stretch out before leaving her cell and walk toward the beach rather than my quarters. Once on the beach, I contort my body with exercise to stretch out my leg and back muscles before I start out at an easy gait. Quickly tiring in the loose, dry sand, I ease down past the tide line on to the hard, wet packed sand and pick up the pace. I watch for my markers and in just over 13 minutes I punch out two and half miles thinking about nothing other than the blue in blue of the South China Sea off to my left. The hot, humid morning has me drenched in sweat and as I slow to a cooling walk, I can smell Sollie on me and that, perhaps, is also tinted with the smell of Slut.

Back at my quarters, I shower and change into a freshly pressed white Panama suit. Li has laid my clothes neatly out on the valet before the triple tailor’s mirrors and I can not help but admire the figure I cut. I am not a vain man, in the least, but I am amazed at how a tailored suit makes a man look. I think of Charles Laughton or Sidney Toler, the actor who played Charlie Chan and how good they always looked in a Panama suit, I never thought I would look so good. Knowing that Li has never seen a Charlie Chan movie or has any clue as to whom Charles Laughton might be, I am struck by her sense of style.

Just out the door my quarters, I found a jeep waiting on the cobblestone drive. In the driver’s seat is a young blonde woman and sitting in the rear seat is a dark, mysterious Hindu goddess. She is dressed in a cream silk blouse and dark A line skirt. The driver is naked save for a collar with a silver tag engraved ‘Cocksucker’. Not a word is spoken as I get into the front seat as the driver puts the jeep in gear and smoothly speeds out of the drive to the road leading toward the airfield. The trip takes less than 5 minutes even though the car never reaches a speed above 15 miles per hour. As the field comes into view, I can see the Gulfstream sitting on the tarmac as a lone figure completes a walk-around inspection as the tail strobe light flashes in the gathering sunlight of morning. I know instinctively that the inspector is Tommy Milkman, a bright, handsome lad, who you might mistake for preppy if it weren’t for his deep southern drawl, a true Son of Georgia. Tommy had learned to fly in the Air Force, flying lumbering cargo planes. He had longed to slip the surly bounds of Earth in the cockpit of an F-16, but had only qualified to fly the Military’s version of the Douglas DC-9, great training if your dream was to fly forever and ever for an airline, but that really sucked if you had the need for speed and Tommy had the need for speed very bad.

In the cockpit was J.D. McAlester. Mac had been my roommate at the Boat School, the Naval Academy, and captain of the crew team. He had been an Aerospace major, while I am a mere English major. He had dreamed of the sky since his childhood. From the time he was ten, every thought, every action was designed to get him into the cockpits of jets. And it had worked. F-4 Phantoms in Vietnam, almost becoming an ace and later he flew F-14A Tomcats. However, the Tomcat had bitten. In a training exercise, the immense weight of the aircraft over powered by a pair of Pratt and Whitney TF 30’s had managed to flat spin. By the time recovery of the aircraft had quit being an academic probability and had became a firm impossibility, the decision to eject had already been made by the Naval Flight Officer, a man who J.D. will only speak of by his call sign, Zippo. Coming out of the cockpit with the force and speed of a rocket strapped to their asses, the men were accelerated by ten gravities of thrust. Zippo’s body was never recovered while J.D.’s Martin-Baker ejection seat worked as advertised to float him into the Mediterranean Sea safely. He was cleared by the Board of Inquiry but, never the less, the injuries he suffered that day prevented him from ever sitting in the driver’s seat of a jet aircraft again, that is, until I bought him this Gulfstream, with a severe warning that eternity would be a nightmare of epic proportions if he killed me in the goddamn thing. Truth was, he was my best friend: If we died together, we’d toast the devil with his own scotch and spit in his eye.

Pulling along side the aircraft, Cocksucker brought the jeep to a smooth stop. I gave the driver’s left nipple a pinch and a tug and said with a smile, “Thank you, Cocksucker.”

“The pleasure is mine, Milord.” She says with a sweet smile, enjoying the manipulation of her nipple a little too much.

As the other passenger unloads my traveling case along with two suitcases of her own and lugs them toward the plane, I go strait over to Tommy waiting by the cargo hatch and exchange pleasantries as we wait for the girl to bring the luggage. Setting the three cases on the ground near the plane, she gracefully drops to her knees to bend forward to kiss Tommy’s shoes. I stifled a laugh as this is one of those things that is an embarrassment to Tommy and he can only look at me sheepishly.

“Get aboard,” I tell her and lightly touch her forehead as she rises to her feet.

“Where to Boss?” He is clearly relieved that the girl is leaving to board the aircraft.

“Hong Kong, Miss Singh has a date at an auction this evening at the Hilton and then we’re all going to get a massive steak and really drunk at Ned Kelly’s Last Stand on the Kowloon side. J.D.’s buying.”

“Does he know that?”

“Not yet,” I smiled, “you can break that part to him.”

And with that, I board the plane to take my seat.

Chapter 4 – An interlude between worlds

Tommy came through the cabin door after securing the fuselage compartments, folded the stairway and started to close the hatch behind him. Miss Singh came up behind him and lightly touched his arm. He turns and almost immediately the blush he had had outside on the tarmac was back. She can see it and his eyes, eyes that said he was a man unaccustomed to being in close proximity of such a beautiful woman, one that responds in a way that no woman in Tommy’s world ever responds. I watch as his Adams apple bobs in a very long swallow. She looks directly into his light blue eyes with her soft doe eyes.

“I will secure the door,” she says softly, so softly that in the distance between us, two seats, I can only make out the word door. Tommy slowly nods and turns and goes into the cockpit and gently closes the privacy curtain behind him. I imagine that he has sat down in the co-pilot’s chair rather quickly. Seeing him with a hard on would keep J.D. in stitches for months. Tommy does not care for the world on the other side of the island and I respect that. While he respects what it is I have built here and why I do it, it is something that he keeps a respectful distance from.

Miss Singh has been known for the last two years as Knob Bobber. Before that, she was known as Amahdee and twelve hours from now she will be known, as Linda, The Pretty One, for the rest of her life. She now stands at the door for a long time looking out taking in the scene and breathing in the warm, tropical air deeply. She makes no sound. The auxiliary power unit comes on line and the sound level rises noticeably and the cabin lights momentarily flicker. The unit begins to spool up as high pressure air makes it way to the compressor sections of the plane’s engines. At this, Miss Singh tugs on the tether to close the door and locks the handle in place. When she turns, she is crying. The sobs deep inside her chest are being restrained, but not very well. The tears, large and free flowing course down her cheeks streaking her makeup. Without looking at me, she takes her seat and buckles herself in. The jet turns at idle speed for about two minutes, taxies to the end of the runway, turns and accelerates in one fluid maneuver. Three minutes after engines start, we are in the air and “feet wet”, over the water. Miss Singh’s sobbing does not abate and her tears seem ceaseless.

I reached over and touch her arm. Her eyes meet mine. Her tears freshen.

“I cannot go, I am not ready,” she says.

“Yes,” I say simply. And with tears streaming unashamedly down her face, she laughs. A deep laugh, a normal, funny laugh, as if hearing a joke.

“Yes, I’m not ready or yes, I’m not?”

“Pick one,” I smile, “because what I think is of no import. It’s what you think that counts. Remember your first days here? Think about then, how badly you wanted this day to come.”

“First days? How about the better part of the first year! I wanted to be taught to be something other than me. How could I know that what I needed was to be taught to be treated like property? How would I know that I would love that? No, I don’t think I’m ready. I know I am not ready.” She said the last with conviction.

“You’re ready. Open the window shade and take a look.”

I touch the key to the intercom and bark “J.D., turn around. Give the island a flyby then do it again at 90 degrees.” I meant for it to sound like a request but it sounded more like an order.

He did just as I’d asked. We cruise the island about a mile off at just over a thousand feet up. I watch as Miss Singh cranes her neck to see the island come into view, watch it pass, and crane her neck again to see it pass behind us. After a long slow turn, the island comes into view again and she does the same again. Some time after it has passed from her view, forever, she closes the shade and turns to me. The tears are back and I soften.

“You can live your old life until we land.”

With that, she stands and slowly slides down the zipper of the skirt and lets it fall. She carefully unbuttons her blouse, removes it, and carefully folds her clothes so not to wrinkle them. She then unhooks her bra and slips from it and stands naked before me. She is not wearing any panties. From my jacket pocket, I take out a collar with a small silver tag that reads “Knob Bobber”. She kneels before me so that I can place it back on her neck and I am greeted with the sweetest smile I have ever seen.

* * *

Slut and the others silently leave the dining hall two abreast into the morning sunshine. The sound of an airplane draws her eyes skyward and she watches the small jet aircraft pass from left to right. She wanted to stop and watch it but when she slowed down the woman behind her ran into her and dropped her mentally back into reality. She knows it is the same plane that she had boarded in Honolulu, what, two, three days ago? She is dawdling and can tell the girl behind her is growing impatient with her as she is squeezing her hand sharply.

She fells like a schoolgirl again, walking in line with other girls, holding hands front to back, going to the lavatory in the library building at her elementary school, Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow. As she looks as far up the line as she can, she sees that they all wear the same uniform. A lack of uniform actually, but uniform all the same. Each woman wears a polished black collar adorned with a silver tag and four inch black stiletto pumps. She is the only one different in the fact she is the only one wearing a chastity belt. This fact brings a new thought. Is this because she is new or is this because the belt signifies dunce?

She takes in her surroundings and is surprised at the campus like atmosphere. The courtyard is a quadrangle, surrounded by 6 buildings that she can see with an unknown number behind her and she dares not to turn to count buildings. Further, she cannot see anyone who appears to be in charge. They are crossing the quad two abreast, marching in step the only noise is the clicking of their heels reverberating off the surrounding buildings in unison. This made her remember Sister Rose, who, while strict, had made school somewhat fun. Sr. Rose had taught the girls to hum the theme song from the Adams’ Family Show” in their heads to help them stay in perfect step with a proud march. And just as suddenly she realized that tune was playing in her head and she was walking in perfect harmonious step with what she guessed to be fifty women.

The last two girls at the rear in each column suddenly dropped the hands of the girls in front and sprinted to the front of the formation to open and hold the doors of the building directly in front of them. The column of two marched directly into the building with out missing a beat, proud and strong. Just as the last of the women passed the portal, the door guards quickly closed the doors and the formation broke up in to a cacophony of sound as the formation dissolved and every one in the group relaxed.

Slut stands there in disbelief as the women begin to chat, sit on the floor and take off their stilettos and massage their feet and calves. The girl next to her, who is still wearing the breadfruit mush on her face, points at Slut’s chastity belt and says “Want some help getting that thing off?”

“I don’t know if I’m allowed.” She says dumbfounded.

The girl just smiles. “Yes, you are. It’s bath time and for the next six hours nobody will tell you what to do….” She trails off and reaches for the silver tag on Slut’s collar and reads the inscription. “…Slut,” she finishes. “This is our time and my name is Allpussy.” She sticks out her hand and with a growing smile shakes Slut’s hand.

She then spins Slut around and begins to work on the buckles of the chastity belt.

“So, you got orientation from Sollie? Oh, I know that because she has her initials

tooled into this thing. I hate this fucking thing.”

As the strap that runs between her legs falls forward, it relieves the pressure on the dildos that impale her. Allpussy reaches around from behind and plucks the dildo from her pussy and holds it up before her face. It is made from polished ebony wood and despite of the fact she has probably worn it for over eight hours, it glistens with moisture from her cunt. Allpussy leans close to her ear to speak to her in a low tone of voice.

“If one of these comes out of any of your holes in Mistress Sollie’s presence, you’d best take it in that pretty little mouth of yours and lick clean as Buddha’s cock. She loves to see them worshipped.” Allpussy then brushes the wooden cock across Slut’s lips. Slut gets the idea and opens her lips and takes the object into her mouth and begins to lovingly clean it. Before she could get fully into the act, Allpussy spins her around again and pulls her close so that they are cunt to cunt. The chastity belt drops to the floor, and reaches around and pulls the second dildo from Slut’s ass. Holding it next their faces, Slut turns to look at it. Allpussy says, “This one too!” Before Slut can do anything, Allpussy tosses the dildo from her ass over her shoulder and wraps her arms around Slut’s neck in an intimate embrace. “Give me a kiss,” she smiles, “I just saved you from a future ass whipping, though you might get one anyway for already knowing what to do. She’s pretty anal retentive that way.” With that, she pulls Slut into a deep, deep kiss.

Abruptly, Allpussy breaks the kiss and takes Sluts hand pull her into a short tiled hallway ending at a wall that seemingly goes nowhere. Just before the end, however, she sees two openings on each side that open into a larger cavernous room with whirlpool baths dotting the tiled deck and beyond those, an Olympic sized swimming pool. On the other side of the pool there are row upon row of massage tables, some already being used as slave girl works on slave girl while in the whirlpools, slave bathes slave. Two slave girls approach them each takes Slut and Allpussy in different directions. Slut reads the tag that tells her new companions name is Fuckface and she is leading her toward one of the baths. Gently, she assists her into the warm, bubbling water, places her head in the cushioned notch at the end and drapes her hair behind her.

Not a word is spoken as Fuckface picks up a brush and starts to brush out Slut’s hair, gently, lovingly. Slut raises her eyes and tilts her head to look at the girl, upside down. The face is serene, as if this girl were lost in a fantasy, perhaps brushing the hair of some long forgotten doll. Slut breaks the silence.

“What’s your name?”

“Fuckface,” the girl says touching her tag.

“No, I mean your real name.”

The girl lets out a small sigh and then the hint of a smile sneaks onto the corners of her lips. “Slut,” she says, “that is my real name. Whatever you called your self before, whatever I called myself before, well, those people don’t exist anymore. I mean, did you really like the person you were before? If that person is still in you and still has a name, I don’t want to know it. If you were happy before you got this name, then, why are you here?”

She wanted to say to get a story, but, she didn’t. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. Certainly, she was surprised. Malestrom had told her everyone here in training was here of their own free will. Hell, she’d had been forced to ask, no beg, for the privilege to entering this compound. However, compound didn’t sound right. After all, there were no fences, no guard towers and she hadn’t even seen a lock on a single door.

She needed to think on this, just like she would need to think about the similarities she was beginning to feel with her younger days at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows, remembering the nuns, the order, the discipline and the symmetry.

What surprised her most, however, was the peace of acceptance she was beginning to feel. At first, she had thought perhaps that too much was happening too quickly and then she thought that that wasn’t it, either. It was getting a story. Originally, she thought she could and she would endure anything for a story. And then the truth finally comes to her: The story is getting her. She looks back at Fuckface. “Thank you.” She says simply and closes her eyes. In Manhattan, a spa day of this magnitude would run close to a thousand bucks. She decides to just enjoy it and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.

It was almost a month before she finally admitted to me that she wanted to be raped, not that it would really be rape, because it’s what she wanted, but more than anything she wanted to be treated like she was just an object, devoid of control, to be used completely for a man’s pleasure and nothing more than a rag doll to be fucked and abused.

Her name was Allison, but she went by Allie most of the time.  I thought it was a cute, and perfect, name for her.  She was attending community college nearby, looking to eventually be a nurse, or school teacher, though I wondered, if she was honest with herself, if her goal really wasn’t to find a Master, somebody to own and use her without mercy.

My heart started beating the instant I saw her step nervously through the door that first time, her nipples were rock hard as she crossed her arms over her chest unconsciously, trying to cover the obvious sign of arousal, or at least trepidation, she felt.

She was almost willowy in appearance, young, barely 19 now, she would be an absolutely gorgeous girl in her mid-twenties, in a different way, after she’d fully blossomed, but she was by no means unattractive, but she was still physically young, her body was angular, her elbows sharp, her legs long and lean, almost like those of a doe.  She was thin, very thin, the t-shirt she wore clung to her body and focused all the more attention on her breasts, which were quite large for her size.  She was perhaps 5’4”, maybe 5’5”, but I doubt she weighed much over 100 lbs.

She cast me a nervous glance and smiled quickly as she walked toward the booth in which I sat.  As she approached, she lowered her head and her cheeks went flush.  She had on a short skirt and large hoop earrings, slut earrings I liked to think.  Her long blonde hair was straight and framed her face perfectly, her skin was smooth as porcelain and I instantly wanted to touch her, to run my hand over her flesh.

“Hi, I’m Allie, I’m, it’s, it’s nice to meet you, finally.”  Her face went crimson with embarrassment, almost exasperation.

“I’m Peter, so nice to meet you too.”  I slipped out of the booth and took her hand, her fingers were long and her palm was moist with nerves.

“You’re much prettier in person than in your photos.”   Allie blushed with the compliment.

“Thanks.”  Allie could barely look me in the eyes as a bored, raspy-voiced, waitress came over and we ordered coffee, and a light dinner.

We sat talking for about an hour, I thought it best to meet and chat in person, to make sure she was ready.  I guess it was as much for me too, to know that I could trust her, and that I knew she knew what she was doing.  My dick was hard the whole time, it was painful, it almost felt like I was in high school again, the hormones running uncontrolled through my body, I don’t think I’d ever been as horny as I was at that point, because I knew from almost the instant she sat down she was the perfect girl.

“So, do you want to do this then?”  I could tell for the previous 20 minutes she wanted to bring it up, to make it finally happen, but I could also see the nerves, and, oh, that sadistic bastard in me wanted to make her suffer a little while longer.

I slid a small stack of papers across the table, her hands where shaking as she moved the documents in front of her and started to read.  We’d talked about the night for a long time, I knew she wanted to be used and abused, to be raped, but still, perhaps it’s the obsessive compulsive in me, that person that needs to control everything, but I wanted to make sure, I didn’t want anything to come back on me, I suppose that’s the lawyer in me too, but I’d laid out in explicit detail what we had agreed to, what she wanted.

“Is everything alright and in there?”  She slowly nodded her head and signed the papers, one copy for her, one for me.  Allie blurted out, like and excited child.

“God my pussy is on fire.”  Instantly she covered her face with her hands and whimpered in embarrassment, unable to believe what she’d just said.  I just smiled broadly, wanting desperately to stroke my cock, it was throbbing so hard I didn’t think I could take it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t believe I just said that.”  I loved the way her face was beet red.

“Let’s get going.”  I left some money on the table and led Allie out into the parking lot.  Her legs were unstable as I helped her in the car.  She didn’t say a word as we drove to the motel.  She let out a gasp of shock as I reached over and laid my hand on her thigh as we pulled to a stop.

“We’re here.”  I ran my hand over her naked thigh towards the confluence of her legs.  It was the only sexual act of the evening, thus far.

Her hands trembled as I helped her out of the passenger seat and pointed her toward our room.  I could see the way her chest rose and fell quickly as we moved through the shadows, her nipples were rock hard against her top.

I grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to a stop before we got to the motel door.

“You understand, the minute that door closes, I own you, I’m going to use you the way I want to, I’m going to rape you.”  I could hear the nervousness in her voice, but there was also something more, I knew it was lust, not that she would ever admit it.  For months she’d been telling me how she wouldn’t enjoy being abused at all during, even though I knew she masturbated at least once a day about the thought of being raped, even just play-raped.

“Yes.”

“Good.”  I put the key card in the lock and the door opened.  I’d made sure to get a room with no others adjoining.  I didn’t expect it to be silent, but I wanted to avoid too many prying ears.  We’d agreed on a motel, mostly because we both felt safer that way.

I could distinctly hear the breath whisping through her nose as we stepped over the threshold.  I think she was shocked by the suddenness of my movement.  The instant the door clapped shut I had hold of her long blonde hair and jerked her head back violently, my hand was over her mouth before she could even make a sound.

“Don’t make a fucking sound bitch!”  I barked in her ear and brought a knife to her throat.  I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Don’t make a sound cunt, do you understand me?”  I could see the surprise, the terror, in her eyes.  I knew she’d fantasized about being raped, probably thousands of times, but perhaps the reality of it was somewhat different than she expected.

“Do you understand me you stupid whore?”  She nodded her head quickly, desperately.

“Good, you know I’m going to rape that pussy of yours till you scream, don’t you cunt!”  Tears bubbled from her eyes as she frantically whimpered.

“Let’s get to business slut, I want my dick in your pussy, bad!  That’s all your good for anyway”  I pulled the knife from her throat and dropped it on the floor, I grabbed a wad of cloth from my pocket and stuffed the balled rag into her mouth, I could hear the air whine through her nostrils as she sucked in deep breaths.  I grabbed for a roll of duct tape and put a wide piece over her mouth.

“That’ll keep you quite for now cunt!”  I pulled her wrists roughly behind her back and wrapped the duct tape around her forearms, they were crossed in the small of her back, her hands almost to the opposite arm’s elbow.  I could hear her sobbing, I knew she was crying and I could see the tears streaking down her smooth, pretty cheeks.  Her makeup ran down her skin and only turned me on more.

I smacked her hard across the face.

“I know you want it slut, all cunts do!”  I moved her easily across the floor, she weighed almost nothing, and with the adrenaline, the lust, running through my veins, I slammed her hips into the edge of the couch and pusher her forward, bending her at the waist.

“Just a few more seconds bitch, then you’ll get to feel my cock in your dirty snatch!”  I grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up her thigh’s, I brutally grabbed for her panties and tugged them down her legs till they were wrapped around her ankles.

“Spread those legs bitch!”  I kicked her feet wide.

The gag muffled her shriek as I slammed one finger in her quivering pussy and leaned down over her, pressing my chest against her back.  I grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head as I whispered in her ear and pumped one finger in and out of her convulsing vagina.

“How do you like that bitch?  I bet you can’t wait to feel my cock in that tight little snatch of yours.

The girl was sobbing uncontrollably as I pulled my finger from her pussy and pulled down my pants.  I loved hearing her blubber as I eased my slacks down my thighs.  My dick was so hard it hurt, I could feel the blood racing through my veins and I’d never felt so turned on before in my life.

My hands were shaking as I rolled a condom over my thick shaft.

“It’s time to make you a woman cunt!”  I grabbed for her hips and dug my fingers into her flesh.  I groaned loudly as I slammed my dick in her pussy, she was tight, so incredibly tight, I thought I might blow instantly I was so turned on.  My head was spinning I was so light-headed

“HOLY SHIT!!!”  I grabbed for her long hair and tugged brutally, pulling on her scalp like reins as I pounded my cock into her cunt as hard as I could.  I could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down on my cock involuntarily as I began rutting her.

“This is what you’re made for bitch!”  I arched her head back violently as my hips slammed against her ass, driving her thighs cruelly into the edge of the sofa.  I cruelly pulled on her scalp, making her shriek in pain as I tugged viciously on her hair as I pounded into her, bunny fucking her, taking her like an animal.  I could hear her cries as I kept ramming my cock in her pussy over and over again.  She was a rag-doll, a hole for my cock.

“I’m going to cum bitch!”  She squealed as I grabbed her hips and jerked her body back onto my cock.  I could feel my balls slapping against her pussy as I roared and thrust back my head.  My balls convulsed and I could feel my sperm shooting into her as my prick jerked and pulsed inside her tight slit.

“Holy crap!”  I slapped my hand down hard on her ass as her torso shuddered violently.

“Holy crap that was fucking incredible.”  My balls were still spasming, my whole body was tingling and I felt like I was going to pass out I was on such a high.  My hands were numb as I finally let go of her hips.

“Holy shit that was fucking incredible bitch.”  Allie was sobbing, her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she was bent over the edge of the couch with her breasts crushed against the cushions with me leaning over her.

“God that was incredible cunt!”  I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the edge of the sofa, I twisted her head violently so she was looking me in the face.  Tears were still streaming down her cheeks leaving dark streaks of make-up covering her skin.

“You’re just a dirty whore!”  I spit in her face and thick wads of saliva splattered on her forehead.

“I bet you loved that, didn’t you bitch, feeling my cock in your snatch!”  I heard her screech as I dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room and forced her to her knees.  My dick was still hard and bobbed in front of her face.  I gently worked the condom off my cock, making sure not to spill a drop of sperm.

“Don’t make a sound cunt!”  She yelped in pain as I smacked her across the face.  I tugged the tape off her mouth and pulled the rag from between her teeth.

“Here is a treat for you slut.”  I grabbed for her hair again and arched her head back.

“Open up!”  I held the bulging condom to her lips and started pouring the warm cum down her throat.  She was sobbing as the sperm hit her tongue and ran down her throat slowly, the thick goo moved like molasses.

“Don’t swallow till I tell you.”  I stood over the girl, the adrenaline still racing through my veins, her hair still clutched in my hand forcing her head back as tears streaked down her face.

“You are a pretty little bitch, aren’t you.”  Allie’s whole body convulsed as spasms racked her frame.

Her mouth was filled with my milky cum, it pooled on her tongue and her teeth were slimed with the warm sperm.

“Swallow slut!”  Allie sobbed as she closed her eyes and forced herself to gobble down the pecker-snot.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it cunt?  You should be honored that I let you have the pleasure of my cum.”  I laughed out loud as I smacked her hard across the face again.

“Clean me bitch!”  I slapped my prick down on her forehead, then rammed it between her lips without giving her time to react.  I pinched her nostrils shut and jerked my hips forward, burying my cock deep against the back of her throat.  Instantly she started to gag and tried to pull her mouth off my shaft, but with her hands still bound, she couldn’t fight me.

“That’s it bitch, you know this is what you’re made for.”  I loved the way she choked on my cock as I forced it against the back of her throat.

“God that’s incredible.”  Allie gasped desperately as I pulled the head of my cock from between her lips and let her gulp down much needed air.

“Lick me cunt!”  Her whole body was shuddering, trembling with fear as she started lapping her tongue nervously along the length of my shaft, her face was flush as she moved her tongue over my prick.

“That’s fucking incredible bitch.”  She was sobbing so loud it wasn’t even funny as her tongue moved over my dick and balls.

“Time to get you out of those clothes cunt, don’t make a fucking sound, understand me?”  I slapped her across the face again.

“Never mind.”  I laughed as I picked my boxers up off the floor and stuffed them between her lips, they were wet with pre-cum.

“How does that taste slut?”  I grabbed a piece of duct tape and put it over her lips then I spit in her face.  Her eyes jerked shut as the saliva hit her skin.

“Get off your knees cunt.”  I grabbed her by the hair and tugged her to her feet, she squealed as I pulled hard on her hair.

“I want to see that skanky little body of yours.”  I picked the knife from where I dropped it on the floor and brought it to her face.

“I’m going to cut your arms free, and then you’re going to strip for me, understand.”  Allie cried as I put the tip of the blade up under her chin, making her lift her head higher making her stare me in the eyes.

To be continued…

My name is David Jones and I’m from Glasgow in west central Sctoland. I turned 40 this year and while still single after a nasty divorce a few years ago, I’ve enjoyed the last year of freedom as my career has taken off in the right direction. I’m an IT consultant and while that will sound boring to so many people, it is still a relatively well paid job and has allowed me to travel. For the last year, I’ve spent quite a lot of time travelling between my employer’s European offices but with my recent promotion to VP, head of product release, I was asked last month if I would take a temporary assignment to our corporate HQ just north of Chicago in a place called, Evanston on the shores of Lake Michigan. While I’d made many trips to our corporate HQ, I had never spent longer than a few weeks in the US and therefore a year was going to be a whole new ball game! I accepted the assignment in late October 2009 and made arrangements to have my house to be looked after by a family member for the period I was away. I didn’t like the idea of renting out my house, even though the money would have been a welcome bonus. Instead I opted to take a fully expensed package, where I was still paid in the UK but would spend the next twelve months in Illinois. My employer managed to obtain the visa needed so in early November, I left the early days of winter in the UK for a much colder winter in the mid west (USA).

I spent the first two weeks living out of a suitcase in one of those Homewood Suite places. As comfortable as my small one-bedded apartment was, I wasn’t using the full benefit of my allowances and I wanted to find a house to live in. My dilemma was then to either find a small place to rent on my own or find someone looking for a lodger. There was benefits to both solutions but the main benefit of finding a house with other people living in it, was I’d get to meet new people outside the corporate environment.

As most of you who have come to know Ed’s stories over the past few years, will fully appreciate that bondage, cross-dressing and all things soft and woolly, play a massive part of my private life so if you like Ed’s other stories such as WOOLLY STORY, then you should enjoy reading on:

The Perfect Opportunity:

By the start of week four, I’m sure my PA “Debbie” was sick of searching the local papers and internet for suitable places for her new Brit-Boss to rent! It was now Monday afternoon when Debbie first introduced her idea:

“David, I’ve been thinking about your problem,” mentioned Debbie just after we finished a debrief from an earlier meeting that had gone on much longer than expected.

“What’s that Debbie,” I replied?

“One of my friends (Kelly), who divorced three years ago and still lives in her ex-marital home, is looking for a lodger. To pay the massive mortgage, she currently rents it out to two other girls and work colleagues (Erin & Jessica). Kelly is looking for one more lodger who is prepared to pay a little bit more for the attic conversation, which includes a living area, bathroom and large bedroom. If you are interested, I’m sure they’d be delighted to show you around.

“Are you sure three girls want a male lodger,” I questioned but quite excited (all-the-same) about the possibility of living with three girls?

Debbie assured me that it was okay. Both Erin and Jess were an item so wouldn’t be interested in me but on the other hand Kelly did mention at the weekend that she would love to have a male lodger but only someone she could trust. It was then set-up, I would head over to meet Kelly, Erin and Jess this evening at seven o’clock.

At first the house seemed a bit out of place just off the main highway on the edge of the leafy north shore suburbs. It was a large property and I could see why Kelly might find the mortgage a lot to take on her own. The property clearly hadn’t always been a house: When I rang the door-bell, two brunettes came to the door:

“Hi, you must be David, come in,” invited the first of two very attractive brunets in their late twenties / early thirties. “This is Jessica or Jess as she likes to be called and I’m Erin.”

“Good evening ladies,” I replied as I entered the house, which like most American homes, opened into an expansive open-planned living area.

Both girls made some jokes about my British accent but ushered me to sit down on the comfy sofa:

“Kelly has just called to say she is on her way over David. She was delayed at work but promises to be here in a few minutes so can we offer you a coffee or a soda while we wait,” asked Jess?

I thanked Jess for her kind hospitality and accepted a coffee. As Jess went off to prepare the coffee, Erin sat on the opposite couch and we chatted for a while, mainly about the UK and my recent temporary assignment to the US. As Jess arrived back in the living room with a tray of cups, the front door opened and another female entered:

“I’m so sorry David for being late,” explained the blond girl with somewhat dishevelled hair, cascading down her back, well beyond her shoulders and clearly annoying her face as she swept the mass of blonde curls away from her face. As she took off her coat, I noticed the short skirt and long legs, white blouse that was wrinkled from a long, hard day at work but also the silk scarf that have been tied tightly around her neck, with a bow tied at the side of her neck: “My name is Kelly and this is my place. I’m glad Jess and Erin are making you feel at home.”

We exchanged pleasantries over coffee but it was soon time for Kelly to show me the attic conversation.

“This used to be the local police station David,” explained Kelly as we exited the living room. “It was decommissioned five years ago so my ex husband and I bought it as a renovation project. When he left me two years ago, we’d almost finished the project so without the help of Erin and Jess who are excellent lodgers’ and excellent colleagues of mine at the hospital, I wouldn’t have been able to keep this place on.”

An ex police station, I thought to myself; this could be interesting but more about my fetish side later. As we toured the large residency, Kelly explained that she was a doctor at the local state hospital and both Erin and Jessica were nurses. Being British, I’d really no idea what a State hospital was so that even kinkier curiosity wouldn’t come out until much later in this story.

With Kelly in the lead, we headed up a spiral staircase and through a set of double doors:

“This would be your private living area David,” explained Kelly. “This is the living area with a small sink in the corner and a fantastic bathroom with large Jacuzzi.”

Kelly then explained that this attic conversation was to be her and her husband’s personal area but with the cost of houses in this area, she’d decided to move into one of the other three large bedrooms downstairs so that this attic conversation would gain a higher price as lodgings. The bedroom was accessed through another set of double door and the master bed was simply enormous!

“This is fantastic Kelly,” I praised, taking another look at the large bedroom, living area nod bathroom. “Are you sure Jess, Erin and yourself are happy to accept a male lodger?”

As we headed back downstairs, Kelly explained that it would be a nice change to have a guy around the house and as I came highly recommended by Debbie; and as Erin was also friendly with the CEO (my big boss) and his wife, they accepted that I probably came with the right credentials.

“So ladies are we happy to accept David as our lodger,” asked Kelly when we arrived back in the living room?

Kelly went on to tell me the house rules, which were more common sense if we were all to get along and the shopping process was simple enough to follow. An internet shopping order was placed on a Friday for Saturday delivery and we all agreed to split the bill four ways. That complete, Kelly asked me if I didn’t mind waiting a day on their decision and she would talk to Debbie first thing tomorrow. I then left for my short term rented apartment, saying goodbye to the girls who I hoped would soon be my house mates.

The Move:

It was around 11:30 on Tuesday morning when my phone rang.

“Hi David, I’ve got Kelly on the phone for you, explained Debbie.”

“Sure thing Debbie, put her through,” I requested.

Kelly and I once again exchanged pleasantries and the upshot of the call was that the girls had accepted me as a fourth lodger and was to move in on Saturday morning.

It was around 12:30 when Debbie, knocked on my office door, inviting me to join her in the canteen for a bite of lunch.

“So you liked Kelly’s place,” asked Debbie as we tucked into our salads.

“Yes, it is certainly an interesting place Debbie,” I replied. “Kelly tells me that it was once a police station?

“It sure was David,” Debbie went on to explain. “The place still has the old cells but in the main, Kelly and Steve her ex have done a fantastic job turning it into a home. I think it really played to their kinkier sides.” It was then I think Debbie realised that she had probably said too much.

I smiled at Debbie and asked where Kelly’s ex lived now. I was told that he was a senior police officer (detective) and got a big promotion to the city (Chicago). It was only after a few months of commuting that he finally admitted to Kelly that he was having an affair and they went their separate ways.

“So what does Kelly use the old cells for,” I questioned?

“I’m afraid David, you’ll need to ask Kelly that question,” teased Debbie but she now had me intrigued.

So on Saturday morning, I arrived at Kelly’s place around noon in my company SUV, with a number of suitcases and even a few boxes. It was amazing how much junk I’d collected in the month that I’d been in the States.

“Welcome home,” was Kelly’s opening statement as I struggled into the house with my suit cases.

Fuck, did Kelly look gorgeous in her tight spandex shirt and even tighter blue jeans. She was an extremely good looking girl who clearly worked out!

“Hey Kelly, good to be home,” I replied!

I headed up to my room and after three trips between the house and my car; and an hour sorting out my cloths into drawers and wardrobes; I arrived downstairs where Kelly had poured me a cup of coffee.

“Don’t expect Kelly to do this every day for you Dave,” teased Erin and she entered the living room to join Kelly and I.

“Don’t worry Erin, I’m a modern guy,” I joked in response! “I’ll even be happy to cook the odd meal for us all if you’re up for it.

“My goodness,” Kelly piped in, “a Guy that is good looking and can cook!”

Now that embarrassed the shy British side of me. I was however keen to get to know these girls a lot better, so any complements they threw my way, were very welcome.

“So it just the three of us this afternoon,” I asked, enquiring after Jessica (Jess)?

“Yeap,” responded Erin. “You’ll see Jess tomorrow late morning.”

Neither girls said anything else about where Jessica was but they did look at each other strangely as if they were trying to hide something from me.

By Sunday morning we were all best of friends. Saturday night had been spent watching a DVD and eating Chinese. I did think it weird that Erin ordered four take-out meals for the three of us but what was even weirder was when I first saw Jess on Sunday late morning.

“Good morning Dave,” said Jess as she approached and threw her arms around me. “Welcome to your new home,” she continued.

“That was a lovely welcome Jess,” I responded and kissed her on the cheek.

As we parted from that first embrace, I held her arms and noticed the welts on her wrists. I knew immediately that these were handcuff marks from my own years of personal experience and self bondage. I think Jess noticed my interest in her wrists and quickly pulled away but I just smiled at her, saying nothing at all!

End of Week-One in the new house and the big secret comes out:

By now it was Friday afternoon and the end of week-five in the States and week-one in my new home; sharing it with three good looking and interesting girls (Kelly, Erin and Jess). I had promised to make the girls dinner that night so on my home from work; I called into the supermarket and purchased the ingredients for a Beef Stroganoff and several bottles of Californian Wine. They all seemed to enjoy the products of that evenings labour, which I enjoyed even more due to the fact all three girls had made a special effort to get dressed for dinner. Knowing that Erin and Jess were gay, meant my attentions were focused on Kelly, who was wearing a really nice floral print dress tonight, with her legs clad in black opaque tights and a pair of knee high leather high heeled boots.

“Dave, we’ve something to share with you,” explained Jess in a slightly sheepish tone.

“Yes, what is it Jess,” I asked?

“Well Dave, I hope you’ll not be too freaked out,” Jess went on to explain. “As you know this house used to be a police station and this means it still has four jail cells below your apartment.”

I tried to hold back m excitement as Jess clearly wanted to open up to me this evening:

“Dave, what Jess is trying to tell you,” Erin continued. “We’re all a little kinky in this house so each weekend (when we’ve not got a shift at work), we take it in turns to be locked in a cell from Friday evening, (straight after dinner) to Sunday morning around eleven. That is where Jess was last weekend when you arrived.”

“It’s okay Erin, don’t be embarrassed,” I replied. “First of all, Debbie did tell me that Kelly had kept the cells and I also had noticed the handcuff marks on Jessica’s wrists last Sunday morning when she welcomed me so nicely.”

All three girls seemed take a deep breath as if they had just unloaded the worries of the world onto me. Truth be told, it was me that was relieved and that the girls had finally opened up to me about the cells and the kinky side of their lives, which I really wanted to understand in more detail. I therefore took my time and helped the girls relax. Jessica then turned to face me and said:

“Well Dave, it’s Kelly’s turn to play prisoner this weekend. Would you like to help us get her prepared?”

I told the girls that I wouldn’t miss this for the world and followed all three to a door that led to a heavy steel door, just below the spiral staircase that led to my attic apartment. A bunch of keys hung to the right of the heavy door, which Erin lifted and unlocked. We were now in a short corridor with four American style prison cells on the left hand side and the blank brick wall on the right. All the cells had bars instead of the British style cells I’d seen on several trips to police stations as part of my work. We walked past the first three cells, which were all open so we stepped inside the last cell on the left.

“Before each weekend session,” Erin went on to explain. “We send the other two girls an e-ail, explaining what we want to happen to us while locked up until Sunday. This weekend, Kelly has chosen the metal fist mitts and metal balloon helmet for tonight, which I have to admit, is very brave of her. For tomorrow Kelly has chosen some simple handcuff bondage, which I have to say, is still extremely effective!”

I had wondered what the metal fist mitts and balloon helmet were but I soon saw three (two small and one large) metal spheres lying on the small prison bunk. Erin and Jess then picked up the two small spheres and placed them over Kelly’s wrists, which she made into fists. Using two small padlocks, Earn and Jess locked the wrist mitts onto both of Kelly’s hands. Erin then picked up the larger sphere and pulled it over Kelly’s head, locking it in the same way as the wrists mitts but this time, around Kelly’s neck.

“Are you okay Kelly,” asked Erin?

“Fine thanks Erin,” replied Kelly in a slightly muffled response as the two girls helped a strange locking Kelly sit down on the prison bunk.

I was intrigued by this weird bondage yet my man-hood was trying to force his way out of my jeans as I stared at this gorgeous girl whose head was now incarcerated in a metal balloon and whose hands were also rendered useless within the metal fist mitts. With that I was ushered out of the prison cell and Jess, pulled the sliding barred door closed, checking it had locked automatically on slamming it shut.

“That’s it Dave,” explained Erin as we left the cell block and Kelly to her weekend in prison.

We then spent the night watching TV and chatting. Both Erin and Jessica then opened up about their lesbian relationship and their love for bondage.

“On some weekends Dave, Kelly locks us both in the cells for the weekend,” explained Erin.

“Yeap but not in the same cell,” Jessica went on to explain.

The girls also explained how they’d all met. Erin and Jess had been friends since high school and had just finished their nursing degree when the offer of a job came up at the state hospital:

“What’s different about a State hospital,” I asked?

“They used to be known as asylums,” Erin went on to exp0lain. “Things have moved on since the days of cold wards, padded cells, horrible food and straightjackets.”

“It’s a shame that drugs have replaced straightjackets these days for a bunch of kinky nurses like you two,” I joked.

“Actually David,” Jessica went on to explain: “We have reverted to restraints over the past few years. Our hospital is a pioneer in drug treatment, where addicts who are sentenced to prison term have the option to attend our programme for six months instead of jail time.

Jessica then told me that they were running a cold turkey programme, where addicts were locked up and restrained (for their own good), during the earlier phase of their treatment. She went on to explain that it was hard on her patients but the results had been so successful, the programme was funded for at least another two years.

“So I assume you met Kelly at the hospital,” I continued to question?

“Yes we did,” responded Erin. “She had just finished her two probation years at the local hospital, when she started getting involved in new practices and medicines for the drug users she saw on a daily basis arriving in ER. Her interest in psycho medicine and practices grew to the point she was offered a job at the new State hospital as the new programme was being set-up.

“Yeap Kelly seems to be a very intelligent girl all right,” I replied. “She clearly knows what she wants but to be locked up in a cell, wearing metal hoods and mittens seem a little extreme, when she sees bondage all day in her working life.”

“David,” Jessica continued: “Kelly is a true mid west girl. She loves wearing skirts and dresses, boots and pantyhose but she is a dedicated to her work and like Erin and I; bondage is a release for us all and turns the table from us being in control all day at work to being completely out of control at the weekend.

“Jessica, please understand that I’m not being judgemental,” I replied, trying to dig myself out of a hole. “I’ve got plenty of self-bondage experience myself (there I said it) so I 100% understand where you are coming from!”

Both girls laughed at my admittance of being into bondage myself and they teased me:

“Maybe, you should spend some time in the cells David,” Erin joked.

I told the girls that I’d be delighted to join their weekend games but for now I wanted to find out more about Kelly and her interests.

“So Debbie tells me that there is no guy in Kelly’s life right now,” I questioned?

Both Erin and Jessica shuck their heads and said that Kelly had several short term boyfriends since her marriage broke down but due to her slightly extreme fetishes, she had never felt she had found the right guy (so far).

“Why are you interested David,” asked Jessica?

I went slightly red again and just shrugged off the comment that an extreme good looking and clearly well educated and intelligent girl like Kelly, wouldn’t be interested in a guy like me.

“She clearly knows what she wants and I doubt that’s me,” I responded.

“Well David,” replied Jessica: “She particularly loves those thick Lycra pantyhose, heavy cashmere sweaters and all things Lycra and leather so you never know your luck!”

“They’re called tights in the UK,” I replied. “I must admit I’ve always loved to see girls wearing opaque Lycra tights (sorry pantyhose), as I think they really show off the wonderful shape of the female leg.”

Both Jess and Erin laughed at me and Erin then started to tease:

“Maybe you’re kinkier than you’re giving out Dave? Maybe you like to wear pantyhose and sweaters yourself!”

I went red as Jessica teased and watched as Erin rubbed her hand along Jessica’s denim covered leg.

“Do we make you feel uncomfortable Dave,” asked Erin?

“No, not at all Erin,” I replied. “I’ve never lived in a house with three girls before and certainly not with two girls that are so into each other as you two. I do have to admit that you are both so sweet and well matched.”

I did remind both girls that I’d lived a long time on my own and being British I was a little shy by nature and asked them to forgive me. By now, at least two hours had now passed when I asked Erin and Jess if they minded if I go and check on Kelly.

“Dave, you can check on the prisoner as often as you like during the weekend,” explained Erin.

“I love your concern for Kelly Dave, it’s so sweet,” teased Jessica.

“Yeah Jess, I think Dave has an eye for our Kelly,” teased Erin!

“Yes I like Kelly,” I replied. “She is gorgeous and if I’m going to live with the three of you and your kinky habits, I will show all you of you the same concern!”

“That is so sweet Dave,” responded Jessica. “We do have one simple rule when checking on the prisoner at the weekend.”

“What’s that Jessica,” I questioned?

“You MUST NEVER REMOVE THE BONDAGE that is currently in place,” Jessica went on to explain!

I explained that I was 100% comfortable with that rule and wondered why they might think that I’d even want to remove Kelly’s bondage as I found her even more attractive in her current position! I then got up and made my way to the cell block entrance and used the keys that were hanging up beside the outer door, to let myself into the small cell block of four cells.

“It’s only me Kelly,” I shouted as I made my way to the last cell on the left, where Kelly still sitting on the bunk, wearing the strange metal mitts and balloon helmet, that imprisoned her head and hands!

“Hello David,” replied Kelly from behind the helmet that hid her face.

By now I’d unlocked the cell door and let myself into the small room with three bare walls and the bars leading out to the corridor.

“Are you okay Kelly,” I asked as I sat on the bunk beside this strange looking girl in a floral print summer dress, wonderful black opaque legs and knee high leather boots.

“Yes, I fine thanks Dave,” replied Kelly. “It is so sweet of you to ask and I’m still shocked that you’re not freaked out at this strange kinky world that we enter each weekend.

“It’s a lovely world Kelly,” I replied. “It’s a world that I’d be happy to join if you three will let me.”

With those comforting words, Kelly eased closer to me and asked me to unlock her iron helmet, so that she could see me. I explained that I was sorry, as I couldn’t because of the promise I’d made to Erin and Jessica when I entered into the spirit of their kinky world. I respected the rules that applied to their game and therefore Kelly was stuck for now! We then exchanged a few teasing words and I left, sliding closed and locking the barred door.

“Is she okay Dave,” asked Erin when I finally arrived back in the living room?

“Yeah, she’s fine,” I replied. “When will you let her out of the helmet and mitts?”

“I’ll go in shortly and remove them” explained Erin. “I’ll also leave her some night-ware and tuck her in for the night.”

As you can imagine, that Friday night was a restless one! I think that I whanked about five or six times, thinking about Kelly in her prison cell for the weekend. The next morning I played cool with the girls and went about my Saturday morning jog and returning home with doughnuts for a cup of coffee, late morning.

“Do you mind if I take Kelly a coffee and a doughnut,” I asked Erin who was clearly getting ready to go out.

“You can do what you like Dave,” replied Erin. “Jess and I are heading out shopping so if you’re staying around, you’re on feeding duty!”

I laughed as the girls left while I prepared to take Kelly a cup of coffee and doughnut.

When I entered the cell this morning, I saw a completely different Kelly. Today she was wearing a bright yellow cashmere sweater and short black pleated mini skirt. She was still wearing a pair of shinny black opaque tights (pantyhose) and the same knee high leather boots. She was also wearing a long black cashmere winter scarf, which was wrapped twice around her neck and folded into a knot in front, leaving the remainder of the two ends, dangling free below her chin. I have to admit that she looked absolutely gorgeous sitting there with her long blonde hair in a ponytail and her arms clearly tied or handcuffed behind her back. The simple effect of a girl having her arms forced behind her back, means her breasts are forced out in front and in my kinky weird fantasy world, this really enhances the look of a female shape. As I unlocked the cell bars, Kelly tried to get up, which was hindered by the simple fact, her hands were being held behind her back:

“Good morning Dave,” greeted Kelly as I slid open the bars.

“Good morning Kelly,” I replied in a matter-of-fact way. “I see that I’m going to have to feed you this morning!”

“You could always unlocked my wrists Dave,” teased Kelly as she turned to show me the S&W standard issue police handcuffs that kept her arms pinned behind her back and her ample chest pushed forward, against the tight cashmere (bright yellow) sweater that she wore.

“I don’t think so Kelly,” I replied as I sat down beside her to start the slow process of feeding her a doughnut and coffee.

I had always fantasised about having the opportunity to feed a bound beauty, such as Kelly. In a way, my dream was coming true and I savoured every bite she took of the doughnut and every sip from the cup of coffee as I raised it to her mouth.

“You’re enjoying this,” said Kelly as she just finished another sip of coffee.

“I sure am Kelly,” I responded. “Having you locked inside this cell and cuffed is a real turn on for me.”

We chatted for ages that morning and I stayed in the cell, even after I finished feeding Kelly.

“David,” asked Kelly in a shy voice. “Would you mind untying the scarf as I’m cooking under all this wool?”

“Kelly,” I replied. “You know I’m not going to change a thing! I’ve promised Erin and Jess that I would stick to the rules of this game and anyway, I love how you look and the wool scarf certainly adds to you winter wonderland fantasy!”

Kelly then eased herself closer to me and with no prompting, leaned against me, placing her head on my shoulder:

“Dave, I hope you don’t mind me being so forward but I’m so happy that you’ve joined our little weekend game and I feel so safe with you around,” explained Kelly.

“I’m glad I make you safe Kelly,” I responded placing my arm around her shoulder to make her feel even warmer (as if the wool sweater, thick tights and scarf were not cooking her enough)! “I’ve no intention of doing anything to hurt or abuse you in your current state of bondage.”

Kelly then looked up at me and kissed me on the cheek:

“Thank you so much David.”

She then sat up and looked at me:

“So I guess that you are no stranger to bondage David,” asked Kelly in a surprising new wave of energy?

“No, not at all Kelly,” I replied. “I’ve been a lover of bondage most of my teenage and now adult life! My ex wife wasn’t really a fan but to keep the statuesque, she did indulged in a little tying up and handcuffing but this usually involved me being the sub. While  never complained, I have always had fantasies about females in bondage, just the way you are right now and therefore I feel that I’ve struck gold meeting the three of you and your little prison right here in Illinois!”

“So did you bring any of your bondage toys with you to the States,” questioned Kelly?

“Sadly not Kelly,” I replied. “I’m not sure bringing a set of handcuffs, leg-irons and prisons sets through airport security would be that bright an idea!”

“I guess not David but now you’re here, you can use ours,” Kelly continued. “I find it a little overwhelming that I’ve met a guy that also has a thing for wool bondage.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “I have always seen scarves as being the perfect bondage accessory. When I watched TV shows back in the 70’s and 80’s, seeing girls cleave gagged with scarves means I now relate the two and  therefore I suppose that I see scarves as an integral component of bondage. It wasn’t until 10 of 15 years ago that I started to see girls wear thick black (opaque) pantyhose and from the first time I saw them covering a woman’s legs, I’ve had a thing for them.”

“So be honest David, have you ever worn pantyhose,” asked Kelly in a serious voice. “I want you to be open and honest with me”

“If I told you that I’ve worn tights (pantyhose) many times, what would you think of me Kelly,” I responded in a nervous tone?

Kelly then looked into my eyes and with very little effort, our mouths met and our tongues tangled for at least five minutes. When we broke for the first time, Kelly just smiled and said:

“David, I had hoped that would be your answer. You and I are going to get on just fine!”

With that, Kelly took what little control she had and we kissed for the second time. I had no option but to hold this bound blonde tight and squeeze the warm wool that now pressed harder into my stomach as she gained as much pressure from the kiss as possible. As we broke for the second time, I got in first:

“That was unexpected Kelly but very enjoyable! Don’t think you can twist me around your little finger to get any freedom?”

“David, I do not want my freedom at the moment as I’m so happy to be sharing my bondage with you!”

I then explained to Kelly that as much as I was enjoying our new level of friendship, I wanted to go and make some lunch for us both and continue the feeding, that I’d begun to enjoy so much only twenty of thirty minutes earlier. Kelly and I kissed again but soon I was out of the cell, locking the bars behind me and heading off to the kitchen to prepare some lunch. I knew Kelly liked burgers so I went about making up my own recipe and returned to the cell within half and hour.

“Those smell wonderful David,” said Kelly as I unlocked and entered the cell.

“I’ve brought you a straw for the soda but feeding you this burger is going to be a challenge,” I explained as I started the incredibly slow yet enjoyable experience of taking one mouthful of my own burger and then feeding Kelly a mouthful of hers.

At one point I did actually untie and remove her long woollen scarf. It was clearly going to get too messy otherwise so I set it down on the bunk beside me and warned Kelly that it was going back on after we finished lunch!

“That was an excellent Burger David,” complemented Kelly as she took her last bite.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I graciously replied.

Kelly then explained that she needed to take a pee. I then sat there wondering what to do next so I took the safest option. I therefore took out the empty plates on a tray and after placing it on the ground; I slid closed and locked the cell bars.

“Kelly, if you reverse up to the bars, I’ll unlock your wrist,” I explained.

With that Kelly pushed her cuffed hands up to the bars of her cell and I unlocked the cuffs.

“Okay, I’ll be back in 10 minutes so enjoy your short freedom,” I explained before heading back to the kitchen with the empty tray and empty handcuffs dangling from my right hand.”

Little did I know, I’d just broken one of the girl’s rules of the weekend! I had thought I was doing the right thing, allowing Kelly to take a piss, without my help. It was when I arrived back in the cell block did the fun begin:

“Hey Kelly are you all done,” I asked approaching the last cell on the left?

“Yeap, sure am Dave,” replied Kelly!

“So are you going to allow me to re-cuff your hands behind your back,” I asked in a semi serious voice?

“Nope,” replied Kelly! “You’ve just learnt your first lesion of our weekend games. At the start of each day, we have a window to secure the prisoner into their chosen bondage. If for whatever reason that bondage is broken, then escape rules apply!”

“That’s fine Kelly,” I responded. “You certainly don’t have the keys to the cell bars so you’re still stuck in there. You therefore have two options: (1) You can let me cuff you the easy way or (2) I can leave you to sweat in there until Jessica & Erin return and the three of us force you back into bondage!”

Kelly stood opposite me. Her on the inside of the locked bars and me on the outside! I of course had the upper hand and the freedom to leave the cell block. Without keys to the jail cell, Kelly was stuck so we were in stalemate!

“You always have a third option Dave,” explained Kelly!

“And what is that my dear,” I questioned?

“You could always come in here and force me back into the handcuffs yourself,” Kelly teased in the seductive voice I was starting to fall for. “I’m sure a big strong guy like you would have no problems forcing me back into the handcuffs!”

“I could Kelly but I guess from your tone you will want me to be rough but I’m afraid to take your game too far and hurt you,” I replied. “If you accept option one, then I’ll soon have you back in restraint and I’d like to continue our conversation from earlier.”

Kelly explained that we were at an impasse so I turned and left the cell block, leaving Kelly shouting at me to come back. This gave me a little time to be nosey and check the toy cabinet, which was just outside the cell block and to the right of the heavy steel door that kept the small block of four cells secured from the outside world.  I have to admit that the toy cabinet or cabinets as I found were all very well stocked with all sorts of wonderful chains, handcuffs, leg-irons and many different hoods, mask, helmets and restraints. I didn’t really know what I was looking for but I did know that I wanted something to force Kelly back into the handcuffs that were now hanging from my right jeans pocket. Okay, I had an idea so I picked up a second pair of handcuffs and a set of leg-irons. That done, it was time to put my plan into action so off I went to the cell again:

“So Kelly, have you decided to co-operate yet,” I asked the gorgeous blonde who was now sitting comfortably on her prison cell bunk.

“I take it from those extra toys that you are preparing for my suggested option and to storm the cell,” teased Kelly?

“Okay Kelly, have it your way,” I said as I used the keys to unlock the bars, which easily slid open.

Kelly then rushed towards me but I caught her left arm, twisting it behind her back, which came with a little yelp.

“Oh don’t be a big baby Kelly,” I shouted as she then landed her right high heeled boot into my nuts.

“FUCK ME, THAT HURT,” were my only words as I fell to the ground, letting go of Kelly’s arm.

I then grabbed her right leg while I was on the ground and grabbing one of the leg irons, it was soon locked around her ankle.

“Not so fast big boy,” were Kelly’s next words as she dropped to the ground, to fight me, trying to ensure the free cuff never made it to the steel tubing on the cell bunk.

She was clearly enjoying our scrap, which I was trying to hold back on because I didn’t want to hurt her. As I just about got the cuff around the steel tubing, Kelly suddenly let her grip go, allowing me to attach the open cuff to the bunk and her to grab one of the pairs of handcuffs I’d brought and attach it to my right wrist. Her speed and efficiency took me by surprise so it was a fight to ensure the other cuff didn’t make it to same steel tubing. Just as I thought I managed to gain the upper hand, Kelly seemed to relax a little and our mouths met again, and it was our tongues that were now fighting inside mouths. My next mistake was to relax but what I forgotten is Kelly still had hold of the open handcuff, which she soon attached to the jail cell bunk.

“That’s not fair,” I yelled but I was now at a major disadvantage!

While Kelly’s ankle was attached to the bunk with 19 inches of chain, both her arms and hands were free. As for me, my right wrist was now attached to the bunk with only an inch or so of chain so not only was I one arm down but my movement was restricted a lot more than Kelly’s. She used this to her advantage by getting onto her feet and with both hands; she twisted my free arm behind my back:

“Do you give up Dave,” she shouted while in the same breathe; she grabbed the second pair of handcuffs, attaching one of the cuffs to my left wrist?

“Not bloody likely,” was my response as I fought to regain some control but all I managed to do was allow Kelly to use her entire body weight to force me head first into the concrete of the cell floor.

By now Kelly was twisting my body with her goal to get my wrists to meet and the open cuff around my right wrist, which would mean game over for me. Truth-be-told the game was basically over for me but I did try to fight this beautiful blonde who had two arms to fight me, while I’d only one arm to respond with. Our tussle therefore lasted only another few minutes until the pain was too much and I relaxed ever so slightly, giving Kelly the opportunity to push home. The ratchet noise of the last cuff, told me that the fight was over and the game won (for Kelly). In a final victory move, Kelly went for my pocket but I’d just decided the same thing and got there before her. With all the strength left in my sore arms, I threw the keys towards the open cell door.

“You cunning bastard Dave,” screamed Kelly as the keys slid towards the open bars, Kelly in hot pursuit, until the chain attached to her ankle would take her no further. For the next five minutes, I watched from the bunk as Kelly scrambled to reach the keys but they were just out of reach.

“Oh well Kelly, I think we both lost,” I laughed as Kelly turned round to face me with a smile on her face.

“At least I don’t have my hands cuffed behind my back and at the same time, attached to the bunk by a second pair,” responded Kelly. “I think I actually won this battle!”

Resigned to the fact that she couldn’t reach the keys, Kelly gave up and sat down beside me on the cell bunk.

“It’s payback time,” Kelly explained as she picked up the long black woollen scarf and wrapped it twice around my neck, tying it just below my throat, in the same fashion she wore it all morning.

“That actually feels so wonderful Kelly,” I replied in an attempt to show her that was actually enjoying her attention.

“You’re so much more kinky than you’ve been letting on,” teased Kelly as she planted a long kiss on my mouth.

We then sat on the cell bunk for at least two or three hours, chatting and petting until we finally heard Erin and Jessica shouting out.

“Jess look what we have here,” yelled Erin as she arrived at the open cell, picking up the keys on route.

“I see our new lodger has broken his first rule and found out the hard way at the same time,” replied Erin and she too arrived at the open cell.

Jess then left for a few minutes and returned with another pair of handcuffs. Jessica and Erin both entered the cell and with a slight struggle, Kelly’s hands were now cuffed behind her back, just like mine! Checking my bondage Erin then released the cuffs that were pinning me to the bunk. I then stood up to leave but she just pushed me back on the bunk saying:

“I think you need to learn your lesion Dave! You’ve broken the rules and you have to pay for it!”

“But Erin, I released Kelly to allow her to take a piss,” I replied in a nervous voice.

“Well then Dave,” explained Jess. You should have helped her and not released her hands. That’s what we would have done!”

Those were Erin and Jessica’s last words before they unlocked Kelly’s ankle from the bunk and left the tiny cell, slamming the bars closed behind then, leaving me locked in a jail cell for the first time with the gorgeous blonde, Kelly.

“So here we are gain,” teased Kelly as she turned to face me; her hands now cuffed behind her back, just like mine.

“I guess that’s us even my dear,” I responded, pushing my face towards hers and another kiss.

I was so horny! I loved the way Kelly’s tits pushed forward with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her bright yellow fleece sweater and short skirt with tights and boots just turned me on so much! Kelly was just so cute and she knew it! We continued to kiss and chat as the afternoon turned into evening:

“So David, be honest,” asked Kelly. “How much cross dressing have you done?”

I was extremely reluctant to answer Kelly’s question as I’m not sure I was ready to pour my inner most secrets out to this gorgeous girl.

“I’ve done my fair share Kelly,” I replied, trying to dodge the question.

“Come on David, open up to me,” Kelly continued to push.

“Okay, okay Kelly,” I replied. “I’m uncomfortable telling you this side of me because I’ve always just been a closet cross dresser and felt it to be a bit gay.”

Kelly then reassured me more by contusing the passionate kissing and explaining that most cross dressers were not gay and that she had always dreamed of spending time with a guy who liked to dress in girl’s cloths.

“So Kelly, if I turn the question on you,” I replied. “What would turn you on the most if I was to dress up for you?”

“Ah David, that’s an interesting question,” responded Kelly. “As you know I love wool, Lycra and to a lesser extent: PVC and Leather. I therefore guess, I’d love you to dress to a similar way that I am right now so a sweater or sweater dress would be the ideal attire for my man.”

“Well my dear, I went on to pour my heart out: “Back in Scotland, I have a closet full of sweaters, sweater dresses, skirts, tights (sorry pantyhose) of all colours but all extremely opaque to hide my leg hairs and several pairs of shoes and boots that fit my feet perfectly. I even have an Afghani Burka that completely hides my female attire. You know, one of those hideous dresses that some Islamic ladies wear that cover their entire body from head to toe?”

Kelly just stared at me and listened intently as I emptied my most inner secrets onto a girl that I hardly knew. A girl that was gorgeous but like me was handcuffed and locked in a prison cell, attached to her own home.

We continued chatting for another hour when we finally heard the sound of the outer door being unlocked and Erin and Jessica entering the tiny cell block. Erin unlocked the cell door and asked Kelly to leave with her. Erin then slid the bars shut, locking me inside on my own this time. It was at least another twenty or thirty minutes until Erin and Jessica returned with Kelly, who was now wearing an extremely heavy wool sweater dress with the most enormous roll neck collar that nearly covered the lower part of her face. Kelly hands were still cuffed behind her back and she moved very slowly because her ankles were clearly now locked into a pair of leg-irons.

“Okay, you next,” explained Jessica as I was ushered out of the cell, leaving Erin to close the bars, locking Kelly back in on her own.

I was taken upstairs to my room, where my hands were unlocked and I was told to go and change into the cloths that were left on my bed. As I intrigued to find o0ut what the girls had left for me but not surprised when I found a black wool sweater dress, exactly the same as the one Kelly was wearing right now. They’d also left me a pair of thick black Lycra tights and a black padded bra to wear so in my own privacy, I changed into the female attire, just like I’d done many times on my own over the last years. I have to admit that sweater dress was luxurious and soft. It had an enormous collar and therefore covered my body from my chin to just above my ankles.

“Are you changed yet Dave,” shouted Erin from the living room, just the other side of my bedroom doors?

“Yeap, that’s me ready,” shouted back in response!

Erin then entered the cell, carrying a pair of ladies shoes:

“These should fit you Dave,” explained Erin as she knelt down to fit the low heeled (thank goodness) pumps onto my feet and buckled the straps.

Jessica then arrived holding a pair of leg-irons and handcuffs:

“Okay Dave,” let’s get you restrained again,” explained Jessica.”

“What if I don’t want to be restrained,” I asked?

“The rules of our game David mean you have to surrender to bondage first thing in the morning or during a change of clothes throughout the day,” explained Jessica.

Jessica then handed the leg-irons to Erin who was still on her knees and the cuffs were now locked around my ankles. At the same time Erin was locking my ankles, Jessica jumped onto my bed and taking holding of my arms, she pulled them behind my back and locked them back into a pair of handcuffs. I was now led back down to the cell block and Kelly who was relaxing on the cell bunk.

“Hello gorgeous,” were Kelly’s welcoming words as Jessica pushed me inside the open cell, while Erin closed the bars shut, locking us both inside.

“See you ladies shortly,” said Erin as the two girls left Kelly and I once again.

So here we were again, locked inside the jail cell, both wearing the same heavy wool sweater dresses.

“So you look good,” said Kelly as she opened the conversation.

“Only good,” I replied?

“Okay David,” Kelly went on to tease. “Just because you’re dressed like a girl, doesn’t mean you need to act like one!”

I just smiled back at Kelly in response and we kissed:

“I assume it is alright to kiss you Kelly,” I queried? “I thought it was safe for girls to kiss in this house!!!”

Kelly just broke down in laughter and her tongues tangled again. We must have played with each other for at least an hour when Erin and Jessica returned to the cell block, announcing that it was dinner time. Erin escorted Kelly out of the cell, while Jessica helped me to my feet from the jail cell bunk and led me by the arm to the kitchen, where the girls (Jessica and Erin) had prepared some pasta and bread:

“So are you going to un-cuff us,” I questioned as Kelly and I were instructed to sit down at the table?

“Not a chance of that,” replied Erin as she started the long and laborious process of feeding Kelly, while Jessica took the time to feed me.

I had spent lunch time feeding Kelly myself so I knew how slow a process it was but it was fun! All four of us laughed through dinner as Erin and Jessica managed to keep the penny pasta and sauce from spilling on our black wool dresses. After dinner we had coffee but Erin and Jess left straws in the cups and watched as Kelly and made fouls of ourselves, drinking the coffee by a straw. Just before we were led back down to the cells for the rest of the evening, Erin and Jessica produced two thick wool balaclava’s and pulled them over our heads, tucking them into the massive collar that surrounding both Kelly’s and my throat. All that was left of our faces was two eye holes that peered from behind the thick layer of wool that now engulfed our heads. Straight after the mask fitting, both Erin and Jessica led Kelly and I back to the cell block. I was taken by surprise when Jessica pushed me into the cell, next to Kelly’s and closed the bars behind me.

“Hey that’s not fair,” I shouted as Erin directed Kelly inside the neighbouring cell, locking the bars behind her.

“Enjoy what is left of your evening guys,” said Erin as the two lesbians left the cell block, slamming closed and locking the outside door.

There was very little else I could do but sit on the cell bunk and chat to Kelly, who was in the next cell.

“Are you okay Dave,” asked Kelly from the next door cell?

“Yes, I’m fine thanks Kelly,” I replied.

“Are you cooking yet, under all that wool,” Kelly continued to question?

“To be honest Kelly, I love the soft wool,” I continued. “The dress feels fantastic and as I’ve already told you, I’m a lover of tights (sorry Pantyhose). I adore the way they make my legs feel when I rub them together and the soft slippery feeling of the Lycra just drives me insane. The balaclava is great too. It is going to get a little uncomfortable after a while but for now, I’m enjoying my bondage.”

Kelly laughed and continued to tell me what a pervert I must be, loving the attire I’d been forced into by Jessica and Erin. Deep down in I knew she loved me dressed the way I was and I longed for the time, she invited me to fuck her blonde brains out! It was well after ten, when Erin and Jessica returned. Erin went to attend to Kelly so I was left with Jessica who I had started to think enjoyed bossing men around:

“Okay David, time to release you for the night,” explained Jessica from the other side of the locked bars. “If you reverse up to the bars, I’ll unlock your ankles and then your hands. I should remind you that any funny business will mean you’ll be stuck in the handcuffs all night!”

I’d no wish to spend an entire night with my hands cuffed behind my back. By now I’d worn the bloody things for at least seven or eight hours so I was ready even for some limited freedom, which came soon enough as Jessica first of all, unlocked and removed the leg-irons and then my handcuffs:

“There you go David, you’re free for the night,” explained Jessica.

“What do you mean, free for the night,” I replied in a teasing tone?

“You’re free to remove your hood and dress David but unless you’re Houdini or have keys to the cell, I’m afraid you’re stuck in there for the night,” Jessica responded.

“Enjoy yourselves,” were Erin last words as they left Kelly and I in the jail cells for the rest of the night.

“So Kelly, what do we do now,” I questioned as I pulled the thick wool balaclava from my head and then the heavy wool sweater dress, leaving the black bra and tights.

“Not much Dave,” replied Kelly. “I suggest you strip down to your panties and get into bed.

I informed Kelly that I wasn’t wearing panties, just the tights so she laughed and suggested I leave the tights on all night, since I love them so much. We both laughed and wished each other goodnight as the cell block lights went out.

It was a comfortable night but I was horny as hell, locked in the next cell to Kelly; this beautiful girl who was not only my landlady but also hopefully my lover and she loved to have her man cross-dressed in wool and handcuffs. How could life get any better? Boy did I want to masturbate but with only a set of open bars to the corridor outside, I knew that Kelly would hear me as an orgasm built so I lay under the duvet of my jail cell bunk and waited for sleep to take over.

It was around nine o’clock when I finally awoke to the noise of Kelly calling from the next cell:

“Are you awake David,” she called out?

“I m now Kelly, what’s up,” I called back in reply from my jail bunk?

“Nothing Dave, I just wanted to check you are okay,” replied Kelly. “After all it is your first night in a jail cell (I hope) and I want to make sure that you were still okay with your situation?”

“I’m fine Kelly,” I called back. “I would much rather be in your cell with you right now.”

Kelly just laughed in response and we chatted for the next 20 or 30 minutes:

“I could do with a shower,” I said as I eased myself out of bed, still wearing the tights from yesterday.

“I’m afraid we’re stuck in here until eleven o’clock,” explained Kelly. “At eleven Erin and Jess will come down to release us. We’ll then be free to go and take a shower and get dressed before being called down to brunch. That’s something else in our rules. Whoever is being the jailor for the weekend has got to prepare a cooked breakfast for the prisoners upon their release?”

I had no clothes to wear except the thick wool dress from yesterday so wanting to continue my enjoying, I pulled on the black padded, gel filled bra; followed by the heavy wool sweater dress and finally the thick wool balaclava (what the hell), I was once again cocooned in a thick layer of the finniest wool.

“So have you enjoyed your first night in jail,” asked Kelly from the next door cell?

“I still am Kelly,” I replied. I would be much happier in there with you right now but since that isn’t to be, I’ll relish my last hour or so in captivity but i hope we can explore a relationship outside jail.”

There was silence on the other side of the brick wall that separated our two jail cells:

“David, I’d love to Kelly finally broke the silence.”I was a little scared that you might only be interested in me when tied-up but if you’re keen to see where this leads, then so am I but please let’s keep anything from Erin and Jess for now?”

“No problem Kelly,” I responded. “I’m happy to play along and keep anything between us from the other girls until we see where it goes.”

With that, Erin entered the cell block, asking if we were decent before coming down to unlock our cells. She just stopped outside my cell and smiled:

“So you’re a wool freak just like Kelly,” Erin laughed, looking at me covered from head to toe in fantastic wool! “Kelly you need to see this,” were Erin’s next words as she went to Kelly’s cell and unlocked her bars first.

Kelly and Erin then stood outside my cell, looking in at the apparition that now stood opposite the bars, still locked inside the jail cell.

“Ladies are you going to release me or stare at me all day, like a monkey in the zoo,” I questioned?

“Leave him to me,” explained Kelly who was also wearing the thick wool sweater dress and balaclava, just like me.

As Erin left the cell block, handing the keys to her wool covered landlady, Kelly unlocked my cell door, offering me freedom for the first time in just over 22 hours. It was then our wool covered faces met, trying to force our tongues through the thick wool of our balaclavas.

“Can we lose these,” I asked Kelly as I pulled my balaclava free from my face?

“Absolutely,” replied Kelly as she pulled her thick wool balaclava free from her face, allowing us to kiss properly since Erin and Jessica separated us last night. “David, I can’t believe you just dressed yourself that way this morning. I am really going to enjoy getting to know you a lot better!”

With that, we left the cell block and headed to our separate bedrooms for showers and to prepare for a new day (Sunday), which followed a wonderful American breakfast of waffles and pancakes.

An Unexpected Stay in Hospital:

The rest of the week was rather uneventful. We all worked at our own jobs and returned home most evenings. Kelly did explain that I’d have to wait two weeks to play jailor to Erin and Jessica who did say that they were both up for a joint weekend in prison. Next weekend the two nurses had a weekend shift to complete before a week off in leu. Kelly and I got to know each other a little better but nothing else happened between us as we wanted to keep our virgin relationship from the two lesbians for as long as possible. We were however looking forward to an enjoyable weekend on our own with Erin and Jessica working twelve-hour shifts on both Saturday and Sunday.

I was busy at work on Friday afternoon, getting things ready for the weekend when Debbie (my PA) called:

“David, I’ve got Kelly on the phone for you!”

“Thanks Debbie, put her through,” I replied. “Hello Kelly, it’s David”

“Hey David, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to work late tonight,” explained Kelly. “One of the other doctors has taken sick and I’m going to have to stay on shift with Erin and Jessica until at least eleven tonight.”

“Shit happens, Kelly,” I replied. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

There was a silence of the end of the phone:

“Actually David,” Kelly went on to say: “You could bring over a Chinese take-a-way and we could eat it here if that suits you?”

I agreed to go home and change and I’d bring a Chinese over to the hospital around seven that evening. Kelly had explained that security would be prompted to let me in but all the staff would be away by nine, leaving Kelly, Erin and Jessica running the place, with a few security guards working at different locations within the facility.

I arrived at the gates of the hospital at around seven-twenty, running slightly late. The male security guard let me straight through and directed me to the staff car park and said that he’d call Kelly to meet me at reception.

“Hey David, over here,” called Kelly as I stepped out of my car, heading straight for reception.

“Hey Kelly, this place is a little like a prison,” I explained as Kelly asked the security guard on reception to electronically open the heavy door, allowing Kelly and I entre the facility:

“It’s not really,” replied Kelly as we headed for the staff canteen. “It is a high security hospital and all the ‘patients’ as we like to call them are locked up in their own rooms at night and sometimes restrained for their own good but apart from that, this is primarily a hospital where we treat sick people. After dinner I will show you around.”

We chatted at length as we tucked into the Chinese take-a-way. Kelly talked about her work and the drugs programme that she was responsible for delivering on behalf of the county and ultimately the state. We finished eating around eight twenty when Kelly explained she needed to do her rounds:

By now all the patients were locked in their rooms, which were a lot larger than the cells back at Kelly’s house but never-the-less, each room as locked via a heavy door with a Perspex window to allow Kelly to check on her patients. We arrived at an open room, which I naturally entered due to my curiosity and once inside Kelly stopped to kiss me.

“Ummm, that was nice,” I said as we broke for the first time.

“Only nice,” responded Kelly?

“Actually it was wonderful Kelly,” I teased! “Can I have another?”

As we kissed for the second time, Kelly’s pager bleeped and she explained that she had to go and see Erin who was having a problem with another patient:

“Wait here David and I’ll be back shortly,” explained Kelly.

I went and sat on the bed while I waited on Kelly to return. It was about ten minutes later when Jessica entered the room:

“Hi David, I heard you were here, are you enjoying your tour?”

“Yes, Kelly is a great tour guide,” I replied. “Is that a straightjacket you’re holding?”

“It sure is David,” replied Jessica. “I was about to use it on one of the patients but the threat of the jacket was enough to calm him down.”

Jessica knew I was intrigued and went on to explain that this jacket was a new type with no buckles and closed at the back with a rear heavy duty zip.

“Would you like to try it on David?”

“Can I trust you Jessica,” I replied as she approached me holding out the arms, inviting me to slip my hands inside the canvas sleeves.

“Trust me David; I’m a nurse,” teased Jessica as she was now pulling up the rear zip. “As you can see David, the arms have Velcro strips at the end and if you fold your arms, I’ll just wrap the sleeve ends (which were very, very long) twice around your body, using the Velcro to secure the straps tightly.”

“These are tight Jessica,” I complained as I try to pull my arms free.

“They’re supposed to be dummy,” Jessica laughed as she took the last strap which hung like a tail. “This strap comes up between your legs just like this and if I loop it twice around your folded arms, just like that; the Velcro means you’re well and truly stuck!”

Jessica was right, I was stuck but enjoying my first straightjacket experience at the same time! At the same time, Jessica’s pager went off (just like Kelly’s did ten minutes early):

“Sorry David, need to go but I’ll be back in ten of fifteen minutes to release you,” explained Jessica as she panicked under some pressure. “I promise David, I’ll be back as quickly as possible.”

With that Jessica was gone and I was left in the room to continue my first straightjacket experience. The jacket was tight but I guess Jessica was right, it had to be. I stretched my arms, trying to free the Velcro straps but it was no use, I was really stuck in the tightest hug I’d ever experienced! It was then I headed out to the corridor to see if anyone was around in the hope Jessica or Kelly would return and free me. As I slipped out through the open door of the room, two nurses were passing:

“Oh no you don’t Mr Simpson,” shouted the red head as she grabbed hold of right arm, pointing me back into the open room!

As soon as the redhead asked for help, the other nurse with long jet black hair grabbed my left arm and with the two of them holding me, I was pushed back into the room I’d just exited:

“Ladies, I’m David Jones, Kelly’s friend,” I yelled but neither listened as they slammed the heavy door closed.

“Calm down Mr Simpson,” yelled the redhead from behind the now locked door. “I’ll be back in ten minutes to check on you!

Now I was in trouble! I was not only a prisoner in the straightjacket but I was now locked inside the small room, which to be honest was now a prison cell as the door was locked and any chance of escape for me was now impossible. I went back to the bed to sit down and wait to be rescued but I sat there for at least half-an-hour before I heard the lock being turned and the cell door opening. I jumped to my feet to be met by the redhead and her friend (colleague) once again:

“Nurse, I told you that I’m Kelly’s friend David,” I pleaded. “Jessica was demonstrating the straightjacket when she was called away.”

“That’s a likely story Mr Simpson,” the redhead replied. “I’ve read your file and it clearly states that you’ll do or say anything to get you own way!”

“No nurse, I am David Jones,” I shouted        back in a serious voice!”

“Or you’ll do what Mr Simpson,” replied the redhead. “I don’t think you’re in any position to do a thing!”

“Listen to me,” you stupid bitch, go and get Jessica or Kelly and they’ll bring you up to speed,” I responded in a blind panic!

“Well Sharon,” explained the girl with long black hair, “I think we should show Mr Simpson what happens to fowl mouthed patients in this institute!”

“Sure Janet, go and fetch the hood and gag,” replied the redhead, whom I now realised was called Sharon.

I continued to plead and even tried to push past Sharon who stood near the open door, blocking my exit route. Soon Janet was back with an ominous black bag and leather straps. I fought hard to stop the hooding but it was no use. Sharon pushed me to the floor with ease due to my incapacity, while Janet pulled the thick black nylon hood over my head reducing my vision to next-to-nothing with some light coming through the large hole for my mouth. This was short lived as Janet forced the long penis gag into my mouth and started the slow process of buckling the various straps on the head harness. My world was not, not only in complete darkness but my screams were reduced to a dull MUMPTH!

“That’s you done Mr Simpson,” teased Janet as she asked Sharon to help her get me onto the bed.

Again I tried to plead that I was David Jones but now I couldn’t even speak, never mind see so the last thing I heard was the heavy door slamming closed, no doubt locking automatically and that is how I remained for quite some time, which was a dark place where time really had no meaning. At some point through the evening, Sharon and Janet returned to prepare me for the long night ahead. The crotch strap on the straightjacket was removed, followed by my boxers and jeans. I could feel a horrible nappy (diaper) being pulled around my waist and the crotch strap being re-fastened. I therefore spent the rest of the night in a dark cocoon, completely immobilised by the fearsome straightjacket that held me in a tight hug! Why did Kelly or Jessica not return for me? Surely they would notice I was missing but for forever reason, I was left bound in the straightjacket, hooded and gagged for the entire night, which was long and very uncomfortable!

I must have drifted off to sleep at some point but I was awakened at some point by two familiar voices (Jessica and Erin). I went nuts as I scrambled to my feet, MYMPTHING into the gag that had filled my mouth all night:

“Please calm down Mr. Simpson,” shouted Erin.

In my panic to try and tell them who I was, I had failed to appreciate that the girls saw my actions as aggressive and they decided to leave me once more:

“Mr. Simpson,” explained Jessica. “We were going to release you and clean you up before breakfast but you’re too violent so we’re going to have to wait until the doctor comes on duty in an hour.”

“NO-NO-NO,” I screamed into the gag but it was no use. Jessica and Erin turned and left the room, locking me once more.

I had pissed myself numerous times through the night so by now I was extremely uncomfortable, never mind my arms which by now were both aching with hours and hours of strain within the straightjacket. I loved bondage but this was a whole new ballgame!

It was at least another few hours until I heard the door being unlocked and the sound of familiar voices:

“Jessica, are you sure you saw Dave leave the building last night,” asked Kelly?

I MUMPTHED into my gag but in a relaxed manner so I scare the girls away this time:

“No Kelly I didn’t,” replied Jessica. “Sharon told me last night that she saw him leave when they checked in Mr Simpson here.”

Again I shuck my head and MUMPTHED into the gag:

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” explained Kelly as she instructed Jessica and Erin to hold me tight as she started the process of removing the straps that held the hood on my head and the large gag, inside my mouth.

My jaw ached but as soon as the straps were released, the gag was pulled clear of my aching mouth:

“Thank God it’s you Kelly,” I whispered as I got used to having the power of speech again.

“Is that you David,” screamed Kelly as she pulled the black hood clear of me head, revealing (I’m sure) an extremely dishevelled looking guy (me)!

“SHIT; what happened David,” asked Jessica as the two girls let go of their tight grip?

“Those two monsters Sharon and Janet mistook me for some guy called Mr Simpson and they pulled the hood over my head and gagged me about ten minutes after you left me last night Jessica,” I responded in a quiet voice, due to the hours of gagging.

After my explanation Kelly asked Jessica and Erin to go and tend to the other patients while she sorted me out.

“Are you okay David,” asked Kelly as she sat down on the bed beside me?

“I’m sore and tired Kelly,” I responded. “I’d like out of this jacket and the nappy (sorry diaper) that isn’t very pleasant as I’m sure you can smell.”

“To be honest David,” Kelly continued. “I’ve gotten used to so many bad smells in this place over the years. I really can’t smell anything too bad in this room.

Kelly went on to ask me if I wanted to make an official complaint about Janet and Sharon but knowing that it would probably get Kelly into trouble for inviting me into the hospital and Jessica into even more trouble for putting me into the straightjacket, I told Kelly that I was okay and I’m sure together we could find a way to repay those two monsters another time. We then laughed together and Kelly kissed me:

“Are you going to let me out of the jacket Kelly,” I asked again?

“Actually I think it suits you David,” teased Kelly, “I guess you found it tight enough last night?”

“Yes Kelly, it is tight enough but as this was my first straightjacket experience, I think I’ve had enough and would like to be freed,” I replied in a pleading tone.

Kelly then pulled the Velcro crotch strap that was wound twice around my folded arms and immediately I started to feel a little freer. Next she started to unwind the Velcro straps that held my arms in a tight hug, which meant I could now pull my arms free for the first time in over ten hours. Finally the rear zip was pulled down and Kelly help remove the jacket:

“There you go my dear” explained Kelly. “You’re free so I’ll take you over to the wash rooms so you can take a shower and get rid of that diaper.”

I thanked Kelly but was keen to clean up and head home to shower and change, which I did straight after kissing Kelly goodbye and promising to pay back all of them for my unexpected stay in hospital!

The Dollhouse:

When I arrived home, I took a long bath and tried to gain some movement in my sore and stiff arms. The straightjacket certainly turned me on, but after so many hours wearing one with the added bondage of the hood and gag, I was glad to be free and back in my suite within Kelly’s house. Kelly arrived home before Erin and Jessica and knocked on my door as I was sitting on the couch, catching up with TV:

“Come in Kelly,” I shouted!”

“Hey there Mr, how are you,” asked Kelly as she sat down on the couch beside me, placing her right hand on my knee?

“I’m great thanks Kelly,” I replied. “I’m still a bit stiff but the bath helped.

“I so sorry about you unexpected stay in hospital David. I panicked when I first had the idea that those two idiots (Sharon and Janet) had mistaken you for a violent patient, who was due for transport to our facility this weekend but for whatever reason Mr. Simpson never arrived,” continued Kelly.

“To be honest Kelly,” I explained as I turned to face the gorgeous blond who was still wearing a short skirt, black tights and a tight blouse, which seemed to be her unofficial work uniform. “I’d always wanted to try on a straightjacket Kelly so I guess my unexpected stay in hospital got me intimate with one!”

“If only I’d known David, I’ve got a range of straightjackets in our little store of goodies, you could have tried one on anytime,” Kelly teased as she approached for a kiss, which lasted several minutes.

We joked for a while as we both found my unexpected stay in hospital rather funny but to repay me for not making an official complaint, Kelly explained that she wanted to take me out for dinner tonight. The meal was wonderful and the night in bed that followed was even better. On Sunday we went down to the lake for a walk and this time I treated Kelly to some lunch. As we headed back to the house, there was a new car in the driveway:

“Ah David, you haven’t met Stacy and Carol, Erin and Jessica’s two kinky lesbian friends,” explained Kelly as we pulled into the driveway.

I had hoped the girls would all be playing in the cells but what hit me as Kelly and I entered the house, really took me by surprise:

“I see we have a dolls party in the house this afternoon,” laughed Kelly as the site unfolded in front of me. “I should introduce our new lodger (David Jones) who is Debbie’s boss!”

The four life size dolls, all wearing identical bright yellow satin dresses stood up to shake my hand. While there was nothing that unusual about the bridesmaid like dresses, except that all four dolls had an identical dolls heads (masks) of porcelain or plastic and all painted with the same dolls faces and black short hair.

“I have to say ladies, I’ve no idea who is who and this enters my book as really weird but in a good sense,” I joked as I shook the hands of Stacey and Carol.

I then headed up to my room to watch more TV and left Kelly with the Dolls. It was about an hour later when there was a knock on my door and a new doll entered, dressed in a very short frilly pink sissy dress. While the puffed out pink skirt was short, this particular doll was also wearing white wool tights and the neck of her dress disappeared under the plastic mask, which had a baby’s face painted on it. I just sat there waiting for this doll to speak:

“Hello darling,” Kelly spoke from behind the mask.

“Fuck me,” was my only response!

Kelly then approached and I touched the plastic mask that completely engulfed her entire head:

“As I said earlier,” I continued; “This adds a whole new weird kinky aspect to my life.”

“Would you like to join us David,” asked Kelly? “I have another sissy baby outfit, which would suit you just fine!”

I looked back at Kelly in complete surprise at her request and politely declined:

“Come on Kelly,” I complained; “I can’t believe you would even want me to dress as a sissy doll!”

Within ten minutes Kelly had broken my will and persuaded me to at least try on one of the sissy baby outfits, which I knew I’d regret!

When she returned from collecting the bundle of cloths, Kelly handed me a diaper and white wool ribbed tights:

“Go into your room and change into these,” she demanded?

“You’re getting very demanding Kelly,” I replied as I begrudgingly headed towards my private bedroom to slip out of my cloths and into an adult seized deposable nappy (diaper) and the soft woollen ribbed tights.

That done, I returned to Kelly who practically jumped me, telling me how turned on she was when I dressed in tights and girls cloths. She once again tried to kiss me but all I got was the cold baby doll mask pushed into my face!

“Okay sweetie,” explained Kelly. “Let’s get your hands into these fist mitts?”

Kelly then held up one of the steel mitts she’d worn last Friday when she first went down to the cells. This one was hinged and slipped easily over my right hand, which had to be forced into a fist to accommodate the steel mitt, which Kelly quickly padlocked around my wrist. My left hand was next and soon I had absolutely no use of my fingers like most babies. Next Kelly zipped open the sissy dress and helped me into it. It was made of wonderful soft and padded satin and the mini skirt was frilly and looked identical to Kelly’s. The zip was then pulled all the way up to my neck and therefore was soon to be hidden beneath the next item, the doll’s head. This fearsome plastic helmet was painted in exactly the same way Kelly’s was and came in two parts, the back and the front (face). Kelly held both sides up to my head and then brought them together:

“Can you hold your head please David, while I screw the two parts together,” requested Kelly?

I did as I was told and soon my head was now completely encased in the plastic helmet:

“How do I get this off,” I enquired?

“You don’t,” replied Kelly! “You’re stuck with it until I say so!”

I laughed as Kelly produced the two final items for me to wear: (1) a pair of fleece baby boots and (2) a pair of fleece mittens, which easily slipped over the steel mitts.

“Now you look adorable David,” explained Kelly as our two plastic covered faces met.

She then sat with me talking for about thirty minutes before trying to persuade me again to join the rest of the crowd in the living room. I refused so Kelly left me alone to enjoy my predicament.

It was about six-thirty when two of the other dolls arrived at the door to my room:

“David, can we come in,” asked Erin?

“Of course you can Erin,” I replied and soon Jessica and Erin were sitting on the couch; me stuck between two life-size dolls:

“Why will you not join us David,” asked Jessica?

I came up with some lame excuse before both girls took me by both arms and marched me downstairs. Once there I could see they had put Kelly into a hogtie and left her rolling around the floor, unable to move very far, just like a baby. I tried to reverse out of the situation but soon Jessica or Erin had forced me onto the floor and the two guests were tying my hands behind my back, followed by my ankles, which now put me into a hogtie on the floor in front of Kelly:

“Hello sweetheart,” said Kelly as our faces rested one-foot in front of each other.

“Hello to you too,” I replied. “Now look at the mess you’ve got me into!”

The rest of the group laughed and continued their conversation with Kelly and I rolling around the floor like two beached whales! After a while we were exhausted and we got our plastic covered dolls faces as close to each other as possible and whispered:

“Has this happened to you before,” I enquired of Kelly?

“Oh yes,” laughed Kelly in response!

The next thing I heard was Jessica:

“I don’t think babies are supposed to be able to speak,” she said in a disapproving mother-like tone!

“I think you’re right,” replied Erin. “I think we can sort that out.”

Erin then stood up and picked up something from the kitchen. When she return, she knelt down in front of Kelly and I and started pushing something into my mouth:

“Open up baby,” she teased as an oversized dummy was forced into my mouth, gagging me.

The plastic baby doll face had a small circled opening for a mouth and this clearly had a screw built in because the dummy (pacifier I later learned was the American term) screwed into my mouth, which meant it was stuck in place as there was no way I could even reach it, even if my hands were not tied behind my back. Kelly was next and soon all we could do was MUMPTH fairly inaudible noises at each other while we lay in the uncomfortable hogtie. This continued for the next hour of two as the four girls sat and chatted about normal girlie things while dressed as dolls, all with identical plastic faces.

It was dark outside when the four girls disappeared, leaving Kelly and I to our uncomfortable beached whale impersonations. When all four finally returned they were dressed in jeans and jerseys before Erin and Jessica said their goodbyes to the guests.

As they returned to Kelly and I, they stood in front of us both and stared:

“Erin, what should we do with our two big babies,” asked Jessica?

“We could leave them for a while longer,” replied Erin.

Kelly and I MUMPTHED into our gags, pleading to be freed! It was obvious that Erin and Jessica felt sorry for us as they knelt down and untied the rope that bound our ankles and hogtie to our wrists. They however did not untie our wrists. Erin then helped Kelly to her feet, while Jessica helped me:

“I think an hour in the cells might cool them both off before dinner,” explained Erin and Jessica nodded in agreement.

Ten minutes later Kelly and I were locked into the last cell on the left. We were still gagged and our hands were still tied behind our backs. I would have loved to have been able to turn around and attempt to untie Kelly’s wrists but the steel mitts meant my hands were useless. We therefore sat on the bunk and she leant on me, while waited patiently on the return of Erin and Jessica.

When Erin and Jessica finally did return, they brought two trays of food. As soon as the cell bars were opened, our wrists were untied:

“There you go David,” explained Erin as removed my fleece mitts, revealing the steel mitts below, which were soon unlocked, freeing my hands for the first time hours.

“MUMPTH,” was my only response but she knew I was thanking her:

“You’re welcome David,” responded Erin as she laughed at my gagged response.

Jessica handed Kelly a screwdriver as both girls exited the cell, locking the bars behind them:

“Enjoy your dinner guys,” shouted Erin. “We’re heading out the Roadhouse Grill, see you later!”

We were still gagged as Kelly frantically tried to speed the process of removing the eight screws that kept her head locked inside the plastic dolls face. By now I’d unscrewed the dummy and was now able to at least speak:

“Hurry up sweetheart,” I laughed as Kelly finally removed the last screw in her plastic helmet, handing the screwdriver to me, so I could start the laborious process of removing my mask!

We chatted as we ate dinner but we were both extremely horny and as soon as we finished the last mouthful of food, we were kissing and fondling each other like to school kids.

“Fuck me David,” explained Kelly. “I love it when you’re wearing a dress. It really gets me hot!”

“I’m glad you like it Kelly,” I replied as she started pulling my tights down, followed by the horrible plastic diaper.

I made short work of Kelly’s diaper and tights also but Kelly asked me to keep the satin dress on as I mounted her on top of the cell bunk. We fucked for at least fifteen minutes but our current state of mind meant it wasn’t long until I’d spent my load and Kelly had organised for the third time!

“Fuck me, that was powerful,” Kelly panted as she came back down to earth. “I’ve never met a guy who shares my fucked up little fantasies so I never want this feeling to end.”

“I aim to please my dear,” I responded, pleased that I was able to satisfy this gorgeous girl.

We then lay cuddled up beside each other on the jail cell bunk. I guess there wasn’t a lot else we could do until Erin and Jessica returned to free us from the locked prison cell. At one point we slipped back into the tights but left the nappies (diapers) off. Kelly obviously got off on me wearing female clothing but little did she know how horny it also made me feel.

We must have fallen asleep at one point because neither of heard the outer cell-block door open. What woke us was a shock:

“Look what we have hear Erin,” shouted Jessica, standing right in front of the locked bars to our cell!

“Jessica they look so sweet together,” teased Erin in response.

Kelly and I took a few minutes to recover from the long dose but soon we both realised that we’d been rumbled and both Kelly and Jess probably now realised that we were more than just landlady and lodger. They both smiled as Erin unlocked the cell bars and we picked up the bondage gear and empty trays before heading back to the house to recover from another tiring weekend.

The Revenge of Erin and Jessica:

The next week continued like the previous weeks during my temporary stay in Illinois. I got into the routine of going to work, coming home and even spending some quality time with Kelly, who was now my girlfriend. We had been looking forward to this particular weekend as it was our turn to take control of Erin and Jessica and boy were we both looking forward to giving them a weekend in bondage to remember!

It was Friday morning when Debbie called me:

“Dave, I’ve got Kelly on the phone for you,” hailed Debbie. “By the way you never told me that you two were an item?”

“I’ll tell you about that later Debbie,” I replied. “Please put Kelly through?

There was a click on the line, which told me that Debbie had now transferred the call:

“Hi Kelly, how are you,” I asked?

“Hi Dave, I’m great,” replied Kelly. “So you didn’t tell Debbie about you and I then?”

“To be honest sweetheart, I didn’t think it was any of her business,” I responded, wondering why Kelly expected me to tell my secretary. “Anyway she knows now and I guess I’m in for an interrogation at lunchtime today.”

“Oh well Dave, rather you than me,” Kelly continued. “Anyway, the reason for my call is I’ve just received an e-mail from Erin, explaining what they want this weekend.”

“Can you forward it to my Gmail account,” I enquired? “Because Debbie has read-only access to my work account, I don’t want her to see any private mails!”

I then passed Kelly my personal e-mail account and within only a few seconds, I’d received the mail:

“umm, this looks like it is going to be an interesting weekend Kelly,” I commented. “I can’t wait to get home!”

Kelly laughed and told me that every weekend should be an interesting weekend in her house and I agreed to pick up the ingredients for dinner tonight, which would be ready around seven-thirty.

At lunch time, Debbie did interrogate me into how I was getting on with Kelly:

“David, Kelly is a friend of mine and I haven’t seen her as happy in years,” she commented. “I just hope it all doesn’t end in tears!”

“I’ve no plans for it to end in tears Debbie,” I replied. “I’m enjoying what we have so I hope we’re just going to take our time and see how our relationship unfolds.”

By the time I made it home with all that I needed to cook, all three gorgeous girls were home and dressed for the evening:

Jessica and Erin were like twins tonight. They both had the same white silk blouses on with a short leather skirt but the waistband was tight and high, squeezing their stomachs like a corset. Both their legs were clad in back opaque tights and both had low heeled leather pumps. Both girls were also wearing scarves; black patterned silk triangles hanging down in front of their necks, wrapped around their necks and obviously tied in a knot hidden behind the thick triangle of black patterned silk that hung over their ample breasts.

Kelly was gorgeous as usual! Tonight she wore a tight black cashmere sweater and red & black tartan mini skirt. Her legs were also clad in thick opaque tights and she wore low heeled leather pumps, just like Jessica and Erin. Kelly also wore a scarf but a red band of wool was wrapped twice around her slender neck and tied behind her neck, leaving the two ends draping below her long blonde hair.

“You ladies look absolutely beautiful tonight,” I complemented while entering the house, leaving my packages on the kitchen counter. “I’m off to change myself and will be back shortly to cook you dinner.”

“David, you’re a great house guest,” said Erin.

“Yeah, I wish you’d cook for us every night David,” yelled Jessica.

“And you’re a great lover as well,” shouted Kelly, which took me by surprise so I just smiled and headed for my room.

Dinner was great, as was spending time in this house with three beautiful girls. As desert came and went, Kelly went off the retrieve the manacles and shackles that would start Jessica and Erin’s weekend of fun. Kelly handed me a set and allowed me to apply them to Erin, while she locked up Jessica. Erin gave me no problems as I turned her around and carefully, locked her wrists behind her back, followed by the leg-irons being applied to her Lycra clad ankles. Kelly and I then marched the girls down to the cell block. I persuaded Kelly to allow both girls to be locked into the same cell until bedtime, which got me a kiss from both Erin and Jessica:

“Thanks David, you’re a much nicer jailer than Kelly,” thanked Erin.

“Just remember Erin when it is Kelly’s and my turn next; I expect the same fairness,” I warned as I slid closed, locking the cells bars.

Kelly and I then headed back to the kitchen to clear up and sit down to enjoy our evening together.

“Kelly, I want to make their night a little tough,” I suggested as we watched TV!

“So you want some pay back for your unexpected stay in hospital,” responded Kelly?

Kelly then headed off and returned with two leather hoods:

“I think these will give them something to think about David,” suggested Kelly as she handed one of the thick leather hoods to me.

I pulled on the rear zip and slipped the leather over my head. It was very thick and was lined inside, which meant it slipped easily over my head. There was no mouth opening, just a thick layer of mesh that would enable the wearer to breathe and speak. There were also no eye holes so I couldn’t see a thing! It was then Kelly leaned over and helped pull down the zip to the base of my neck, closing my head into the thick padded hood:

“Isn’t it great David,” asked Kelly in a distant voice due to thick padding around the ears so little sound could penetrate the thick lined leather.

“This is fantastic Kelly,” I replied. “I love it!”

I then felt Kelly lean over and do something at the base of the hood but I’d no idea what:

“There you go David, try to remove the hood now,” she asked.

As soon as I lifted my hands to the back of the hood, I felt the tiny padlock that meant I’d no way out of the hood without a key.

“Even better Kelly,” I teased as I touched her Lycra clad leg.”Umm, that feels good!”

This obviously got Kelly going as she held onto me and tried to kiss me through the thick mesh of the leather mask:

“You know you could unlock it Kelly and we could really get laid into each other,” I teased as our hands explored each other’s body.

“I like you just the way you are David, thank you,” replied Kelly.

“Ah but I bet you’d prefer me wearing a dress,” I continued to push as Kelly got even more turned on?

Kelly then helped me to my feet and we headed for her bedroom (I think). At one point in the blind trip, she stopped and started to remove my cloths. As soon as my top was off, I pushed onto my back so I was now lying on Kelly’s bed, or so I hoped! It wasn’t a shock when Kelly handcuffed me to her steel headboard and finally removed my trousers and boxer shorts, leaving me naked except for the thick padded leather hood that kept me in complete darkness. I knew Kelly was undressing now as I could feel her naked body on top of mine, teasing my cock, easing it into her warm and wet pussy, before retreating and driving us both insane. I guess this went on for ten of fifteen minutes until Kelly could take no more of her own teasing and she finally slipped my cock inside her and pumped until we both exploded!

“Okay that will do for now big boy,” teased Kelly as she slipped out and off to her ensuite to clean up.

“Hey you, what about me,” I shouted from behind the leather mask?

“Give me five minutes David,” replied Kelly? “I need to go and find some keys to release you!”

I then lay there, waiting for Kelly to do her business, get dressed and find the keys, which took at least another ten minutes. Finally she returned and soon my hands were free. Next she leaned over my naked body, which told me that Kelly was now dressed again in her cashmere sweater and tartan mini skirt. Finally the padlock was gone and I was able to pull back the zip on the hood and light returned to my world:

“You still look so good Kelly,” I complemented, seeing my girl for the first time in half-an-hour.

Kelly just smiled and suggested I get dressed so we could prepare Erin and Jessica for their night of darkness so I jumped and was ready to head back to the cells within only a few minutes, leather hoods in our hands!

“Good evening ladies,” I interrupted the two handcuffed and leg-ironed girls, locked in the last cell on the left.

“It’s time for bed,” suggested Kelly. “Okay Erin, stand up and we’ll get you out of the cell?”

As Erin stood up, Jessica asked for a last kiss so Kelly and I had to stand for a few minutes while the two love-birds, kissed each other goodnight. As soon as Erin exited the cell, Kelly winked at me and I entered with the hood I’d just worn so it was still nice and warm for Jessica, who was blissfully unaware of her fate tonight. As soon as she saw what was in my hands, she pulled back but as I straddled her knee, she had nowhere to go with her hands cuffed tightly behind her back. I first of all, picked at the knot on her silk scarf and pealed it from her neck, entailing the sweet smell of perfume:

“Umm, that smells good Jessica,” I teased.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like to wear it David,” she responded.

“Maybe later,” was my only response as I slipped the lined leather hood over her head?

Next I pulled her hair into a neat pile and pulled down the zip at the back of the hood. That complete, I popped in the tiny padlock and with a CLICK; Jessica was now sealed in darkness.

“Comfortable Jessica,” I asked?

“Not really, she responded from behind the hood!”

At that point, Kelly returned:

“Dave, look after the girls, I’ll be back in a second!”

“Sure thing Kell,” I replied as I heard her heals stamp off down the cell block, towards the outer door.

She was back in two minutes, with two leather straightjackets.

“Okay Jessica, I’m going to remove your manacles and shackles,” explained Kelly as she entered Jessica’s cell. “I’m then going to help you to the toilet, where you will take your last piss of the night, do you understand?”

Jessica nodded in reply as Kelly helped her to her feet and unlocked the chains, handing them to me. Next Kelly unzipped and removed Jessica’s leather skirt and again she handed the skirt to me. Finally, the silk blouse came off and soon I was holding a pile of warm female clothing. After pulling down her opaque tights, followed by her panties, Jessica sat down on the cell toilet to take her last piss of the night. That complete, Kelly cleaned Jessica’s private region and pulled up her panties and tights. Boy did she look good in her black opaque tights and black bra:

“Okay Jessica, hold out your arms,” demanded Kelly!

She then slipped on the heavy leather straightjacket and turned Jessica around to pull up the rear zip. This jacket was just like the one I wore during my unexpected stay in hospital last Friday night, expect this jacket was made of the finest lined leather. As soon as the zip was closed, Kelly began the job of folding Jessica’s arms through the loop sown into the front of the jacket and finally turning her around, she buckled the arms straps into place. Finally the crotch strap was buckled, securing Jessica for the night. Kelly then helped the bound and hooded Jessica down and onto the cell bunk!

“Well enjoy yourself tonight,” teased Kelly as we left Jessica, sliding closed and locking the cell bars behind us.

“You next Erin,” explained Kelly as we entered Erin’s cell.

Kelly then followed the same process, handing me the empty cuffs, leg-irons and leather skirt and blouse. After the toilet routine, Erin was also strapped into her leather straightjacket.

“Kelly, you’re not going to leave us like this all night, are you,” pleaded Erin in a slightly panicky voice from behind the leather hood?

“Erin this is payback for what you did to poor David last Friday night at the hospital,” replied Kelly. “Count yourselves lucky that we’ve put you into nice warm leather instead of the cold canvas that you subjected David to!”

We didn’t wait for any more complaining so with the cell bars now slid closed and securely locked, both Jess and Erin were locked into separate cells for the night, strap nice and tight into leather straightjackets with their heads covered in the finest thick lined and padded leather hoods.

“What do you want me to do with these cloths,” I asked Kelly as we closed and securely locked the outer door to the cell block?

“David, if you give me the cloths, I’ll put them away. You can then put away the handcuffs and leg irons, responded Kelly.

This gave me the first opportunity to check out the girl’s toy cabinet, which I have to say, was jam-packed with some fantastic bondage gear from all sorts of manacles and shackles to straightjackets, arm-binders, chastity belts, hoods and masks. One item drew my attention and that was an iron mask, like the one in the most recent film. I took it out of the cabinet and it hinged open from the top so I couldn’t resist slipping the cold steel over my head to see what it would be like. I was being careful as I could see the pins were al self locking and I didn’t want the embarrassment of being stuck in the thing. The helmet was made of heavy brushed steel and had two eyes, a nose shaped in the steel with two nostrils and a mouth, which again was open. The helmet was very heavy and I really wanted to know what it felt like on. I therefore lifted the hood off and tested the keys to see which one fitted in the key hole at the back. Luckily, the girls kept all their keys on the one ring that also opened all the cells so I quickly matched up the right key and closed the hood to test the lock, before trying on the mask for real. It was a tight fit but I managed to squeeze my head into the metal and close the two sections together, locking the iron mask in place. It was extremely heavy but felt really fantastic. I guess that I was ticking off my bondage fantasies in Kelly’s house. First I managed to try out a straightjacket for the first time and now an iron mask.

“I wondered where you were,” asked Kelly as she approached from behind.

At least I could hide my embodiment behind the faceless expression of this heavy iron mask but it was clear Kelly liked what she saw:

“Yeah, I couldn’t resist trying this one, “I explained as Kelly approached taking the keys in her hand.

“You are so inquisitive David,” replied Kelly. “I can’t believe how similar in erotic tastes we have. I’ve got a great idea David! Why don’t we have a medieval day tomorrow? The girls have already picked their outfits for Saturday and we can leave them in the cells for the day but you and I can have some fun!”

I responded positively to Kelly’s suggestion as she unlocked and removed the iron mask:

“Don’t worry David, you can spend all day in that thing tomorrow if you want,” Kelly teased as she placed it back on the shelf in the toy cabinet. “I’d like to go to bed now so is it your place or mine?”

We both laughed and headed up to my apartment and stripped off for bed. After another love making session, we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When morning finally came, Kelly was nowhere to be seen. It was daylight outside and as I picked up my watch, I noticed it was already ten o’clock so I must have been really needed the extra sleep as I was never one to lie in bed too long in the morning. I did hear some commotion in the house so I slipped out of bed and put on a towelling robe to go and see what was happening.

“Good morning David,” was Erin’s response as I met her in the living room.

“Good morning Erin,” I replied. “I thought you were to spend the weekend in bondage?”

“Oh David, you clearly don’t know all our rules so far,” replied Erin. “We have an agreement that for thirty minutes on a Saturday morning, the prisoner(s) have the ability to go and take a shower and get prepared for their day ahead. You’ll soon realise this rule when you have to spend your first full weekend behind bars!”

Erin then asked me if I liked her dress, which was a short leather corset dress, which pulled her stomach into an hourglass shape. This corset dress was contrasted by a white long sleeved bodysuit, which Erin explained was only because it was winter. I smiled back at her checking out her fishnet tights and high heeled shoes that really did make this lesbian look rather delicious! At that point, I saw Jessica appear wearing exactly the same outfit as Erin:

“Are you two trying to be twins,” I joked as Kelly then appeared from the direction of the cells?

“They do look good, don’t they,” asked Kelly, who was also dressed to impress today?

Like the girls, Kelly was also wearing a very tightly laced dress. Hers was made of the finest satin of silk in cream to match the mood of medieval times. The hem of the dress came down to just below Kelly’s knees so I could clearly see she was also pair a pair of white tights of stockings underneath.

“Yes, they do look fantastic Kelly,” I replied “But so do you!”

Kelly thanked me and suggested we all sit down now for breakfast, before locking the girls up for the day.

“I’ll go and have a shower first, I suggested but Kelly told me to do that later and join them all for breakfast now!

Breakfast didn’t take long and soon we were taking the girls (Erin & Jessica) towards the cell block. As we got to outer door, Kelly handed me a very heavy set of medieval looking manacles and shackles:

“Put these on Erin, David and I put this other set of Jessica,” requested Kelly?

I did as I was asked and with a little difficulty and with Erin’s cooperation, I slipped the heavy manacles over her wrists, and closed them tight, pushing home the built in lock.  I then turned her around to do the same with the other wrist, ensuring her arms would be locked behind her back (my favourite position)! That complete, I used the attached shackles to lock around each Lycra clad ankle:

“Are those comfortable,” I asked Erin?

“They’re not bad,” replied Erin. “They won’t be after a few hours but hey, that’s all part of the bondage experience!”

Kelly was just finishing off Jessica, when she went back to the toy cabinet and retrieved two heavy metal collars:

“David, can you please lock this one around Erin’s neck,” asked Kelly as she handed me the much larger version of manacles and shackles I’d just applied to poor Erin?

Again, Wren didn’t complain as I locked the heavy collar around her neck and as soon as Jessica was collared, we headed back to the cell blocked and locked the girls into the same cell for the day:

“See you at lunchtime,” said Kelly after sliding closed and ensuring the cell bars were locked.

Kelly then suggested that I go up to my room and take a shower. She also said that she would be up to get me into my medieval uniform for the day, which left me with some trepidation but a lot of excitement, not knowing what was going to happen to me today.

This morning’s shower and shave took less time than usual as I was excited about what Kelly had in mind for me today. She also was turning me on already, in her satin dress, with the incredible tightly laced bodice that squeezed her torso into an hourglass figure. As I exited the ensuite, she was already in me bedroom, with a massive grin from cheek to cheek:

“Hello sweetie, are you ready for some fun,” teased Kelly?

“I’m all yours,” I responded with some trepidation.

“I’m glad you said that,” replied Kelly as she approached with a pair of handcuffs, locking my hands in front of me, which I thought a little usual to start with.

We then headed through the house, towards her room. I struggled with my hands cuffed to keep the towel in place and therefore my modesty. Kelly joked that she’d seen it, felt it and fucked it so there was nothing to be embassies about but I did my best and made it to her room with my modesty still attached!

“Stand here,” demanded Kelly as she pointed to a point just in front of her four poster bed!

Kelly then took some rope and tied it around the chain that linked my handcuffs and then around one of the beams on her bed, dragging my arms into the air and causing the towel to finally give up its hold on my modesty.

“There you go David, isn’t that perfect,” teased Kelly as she saw the massive boner standing to attention in front of her.

“It might be for you,” I replied jokingly but Kelly was all business like, approaching with one of the triangle shaped silk scarves that the girls had worn last night.

Kelly then folded the scarf into a band and tied it around my face, cutting off all light.

“Now that is better,” she laughed.

Next I heard her working with something on the other side of the room and finally she approached rubbing her satin covered body against my bare skin, causing my already hard member to pulsate in frustration even more. I then got the shock of my life as something extremely cold was placed on my balls and my cock began shrinking in response:

“Now, that’s much better,” teased Kelly. “Now I have something I can work with!”

Next I felt Kelly placing something metal around my waist. I’d no idea what it was but the band was very tight. She then took hold of my flaccid dick and slid something over him. It then hit me that Kelly was fitting me into a chastity belt:

“No way Kelly,” I screamed!

“Yes way,” she laughed in response as she continued to play with crotch area, fiddling and fixing it in some way.

Soon enough that single most defining noise occurred: A CLICK, which told me that Kelly had succeeded in locking me into a chastity belt. Next she started to work on my chest. Again I felt something metallic being placed around my torso. It was cold and once more, I’d really no idea what it was. Whatever Kelly was doing, it was tight, very tight and she seemed to be closing something metal around my torso, squeezing my flab as she worked. Again I heard another click, followed by a series of more clicks, until Kelly seemed happy:

“Now isn’t that lovely,” she teased, picking the knot on the silk blindfold and removing the scarf, giving me back my sight.

Next Kelly untied the rope that tied me to the four-poster frame and I moved towards a mirror. In front of me were a guy (ME), wearing a steel chastity belt that covered my complete crotch area in a pair of panties, made of metal and giving me a completely flat crotch. My torso was squeezed into a metal Basque, which Kelly explained was chastity Basque and would allow no access to my nipples below and therefore no stimulation at all. The metal Basque did give me a large female chest, which meant Kelly could continue with my medieval outfit:

“Let’s get you out of those handcuffs,” explained Kelly as she unlocked my wrist and removed the bondage.

First of all, she slipped my legs into a pair of thick Lycra tights and pulled the panty section up over my metal belt. Next she approached with a heavy black satin dress, not dissimilar to one she was wearing. This dress also had lacing at the back, which was made easier with the steel Basque, squeezing my torso to many sizes smaller than reality.

“Now don’t you look sweet David,” teased Kelly as I saw myself in the mirror take on the shape of a female.

Kelly then produced a pair of high heeled metal shoes. These looked weird and hinged from the toe. As they were designed to fit many different show sizes, Kelly played with the inner foam setting until she seemed happy and slipping my Lycra clad feet into these fearsome looking shoes. Pushing down of the top part of the show, another CLICK told me that my feet were now locked into a pair of heels that I knew I’d struggle to walk in.

“Let’s get you into some bondage David,” said Kelly as she picked up a pair of heavy metal shackles, which were identical to the medieval leg-irons we’d locked Jessica and Erin into no more than thirty minutes earlier.

My wrists were next and with my arms behind my back and locked into these heavy iron shackles, I was at the complete mercy of Kelly once more.

“Okay, you’re last piece of bondage for now,” explained Kelly as she picked up the iron mask I’d tried on yesterday.

I was still sitting on Kelly’s four poster bed as she slipped the heavy metal hood over my head and squeezed it closed, engaging the rear locking mechanism, which told me I was now ready for whatever Kelly had planned for today!

“Now don’t you look sweet,” explained Kelly as she took my hand, pulling to my feet and my first ever experience of high heels. Well heels this large!

“Fuck me Kelly, how do you expect me to walk around in these,” I enquired?

“With great difficulty my dear,” replied Kelly, still smiling from cheek-to-cheek!

I have say, I must have looked ridiculous in the black satin dress, bound and hooded in medieval metal bondage but looking in the mirror, there was very little evidence of my male figure left, behind all my steel chastity bondage.

Kelly suggested I practice walking about the house so I followed her back towards the kitchen stumbling as I went along:

“Hey Kell, if I fall over, I can’t even put out my hands,” I complained!

“Oh stop complaining David or I’ll pop you into one of the cells and it isn’t even your turn to be locked up today,” replied Kelly in a semi serious voice.

Finally I gave up on my attempts to walk in these heels, which was made extremely difficult without any balance caused my arms being cuffed behind my back so I flopped down on the sofa and manoeuvred my restrained arms to grab the remote control and turn on the TV. That complete, I settled down until Kelly finally returned and sat down beside me:

“David, you do look great,” teased Kelly as she rubbed her hands on my Lycra clad legs and then up my torso, which I couldn’t feel through the chastity Basque.

“Kelly, I can’t feel a thing on my chest,” I moaned.

“I know, isn’t it fantastic David,” Kelly continued to tease, causing my cock to try and break free from his metal prison.

It wasn’t fair as Kelly began to rub her own body, slipping her hands under her hands under the hem of her satin dress:

“David, do you realise that I’ve no knickers on,” Kelly continued to tease? “I’m also wearing stockings and I bet you didn’t realise that either!”

Fuck, she was turning me on and there was nothing I could do, including getting a hard on! Kelly was obviously getting turned on even more my misery and her fingers pocked and prodded her most private of places until she exploded, screaming at the top of her voice:

“YES, YES; FUCKING YES!!!”

I turned my metal covered head to face Kelly and in a calm voice I said:

“I bet I could have given you a better orgasm.”

Kelly just laughed and headed off to clean her fingers, leaving me like a beached whale on the living room sofa, bound in medieval steel and chastity devices.

Kelly did return but only after quite some time. She had brought Erin and Jessica with her, I guess to prepare lunch for us all and show both girls (who were still in bondage themselves) what state I was in:

“Erin, isn’t David cute,” laughed Jessica as she approached, still wearing the leather corset dress, with her hands and feet bound in the same medieval shackles and manacles that bound me.

“Jee Kelly, you’ve done a real good job on David today,” Erin joined in. “Can we have some fun with him in the cells after lunch?”

Kelly just laughed and continued preparing food for all four of us but in an hour long process, she fed Jessica first and then Erin. Both girls were then taken back to the cells while Kelly started the process of feeding me:

“We could enjoy this better Kelly if you just removed my shackles,” I commented.

“I’m enjoying myself fine thanks David,” as Kelly tried hard to get another mouthful of salad past the small opening on the iron mask I wore.

In a process, which I was now getting used to; Kelly would give me a mouthful and then take one herself. It was slow and laborious but it was fun. After lunch Kelly explained that she was going to go to the gym for a few hours. I asked to join her but she insisted that I’d have more fun locked in one of the cells so without too much difficultly, I was taken from the kitchen and locked into the first cell on the left, a cell that I’d never been in before:

“David can you please turn around as I want to release one of your manacles,” request Kelly, which I did immediately.

As soon as my left wrist was free, Kelly insisted I turn around and she locked my left wrist back in the heavy steel manacle so my arms were now locked in front. Kelly then took hold of the chain between my wrists and lifted my arms towards a hook on the jail cell wall. After some fiddling, there was a CLICK and Kelly stood back to see her handy-work. She then left the open cell to fetch Erin and Jessica, who were more than happy to join me in the cell. As soon as they entered the small cage, Kelly slid the bars closed and with the CLUNK I’d become to dread and love at the same time, I was now locked in a cell with Erin and Jessica who were still shackled and manacled themselves:

“Have fun ladies,” were Kelly’s last words as she left, locking the outer door behind her.

As I stood there, manacled to the cell wall, it was Erin who broke the silence:

“So what do we do now guys?”

“I’m afraid there isn’t a lot you guys can do with me,” I replied. “To be honest there isn’t a lot I can offer you two either!”

“We’ll see about that,” suggested Jessica as she stood up and approached me.

Jessica then reversed up to me and pushed her cuffed hands towards my crotch area, finding the hard steel in her way:

“Fuck me David, Kelly has bound you up nice and tight today,” teased Jessica. Erin, David is wearing a chastity belt!”

Erin laughed and approached to have a feel herself:

“Yeah, she has also put that steel Basque on me too,” I explained.

“Kelly has really done a good job on you today David,” suggested Erin. “Those shoes are vicious as we’ve all been forced into them on several occasions.”

“Erin, my feet are killing me,” I continued. “They’ve been in pain since Kelly squeezed me into them this morning and trying to balance on them, attached to this wall is a nightmare!”

Jessica tried to help by giving me advice on how to use my arms to take some weight away from my feet. This did help slightly but then my arms got tired and sore so it was back to my feet. As our Saturday afternoon progressed, Jess and Erin started to get horny and then the petting began. I had no option but to stand in front of these two vixens, shackled to the cell wall with nowhere to go but watch the kissing that continued only feet away.

“Just imagine if I could service you two,” I tried to open a new conversation. “What if I could get down on my knees and tongue the pair of you, one at a time? Would that help your frustration?”

“David, that would be a real treat,” replied Jessica as she came up for air.

“So being Lesbians,” you would allow a guy to lick you to an orgasm,” I continued the conversation?

“David,” Erin now entered the three-way conversation. “We may be Lesbians but I think given half a chance, Jess and I would even allow you to fuck our brains out right now!”

This conversation was setting me off again. My imprisoned cock once again tried to break free from his steel prison and I twisted in my bonds to try and gain some feeling between my legs.

“Girls, given how I feel right now, I think I’d offer my services,” I laughed!

As Erin and Jessica started kissing again, they were interrupted by the sound of the outer door being unlocked and opened.

“Good afternoon ladies,” said Kelly as she stood in front of the closed and lock cell bars.

“Ah Kelly, nice to see you,” I responded, turning my head to face the beautiful blonde who was clad in white satin lingerie consisting of a bra, pants and attached to her white garters, white silk stockings. “Tell me Kelly, did you wear that outfit to the gym?”

Kelly laughed and told me not to be so silly and then demanded that Erin and Jessica prepare to leave the cell, which they did as soon as Kelly unlocked and slid open the bars. I could hear the girls complaining about being locked into two separate cells before Kelly returned to me:

“So did you enjoy your afternoon in the cell with those two little Lesbians,” asked Kelly, acting if she was the boss?

“I don’t think there was a lot any of us could do to one and other,” I laughed in response. “I did offer to service them both with my tongue but I couldn’t get down far enough because of these fucking cuffs!”

“That’s a nice idea,” suggested Kelly as she approached and unlocked the iron manacles.

I tried to rub some circulation back into my wrists but Kelly made light of my discomfort so I decided to get some payback:

Despite the steel pants, Basque and shoes I was able to overpower Kelly and slip the iron manacles around her wrists. Within seconds, she was now cuffed to the wall, just like I was only minutes before:

“Hey, that’s not fair mister,” shouted Kelly!

I just laughed in reply but did decide to pull down her silk panties and get down on my knees to give her some light relief. This didn’t work because of the iron mask so I took the keys that Kelly had dropped on the cell bunk and used them to unlock and remove the heavy helmet. I then smiled at Kelly and approached to slip the iron mask over her head:

“Oh no, please no David,” pleaded Kelly as I ignored her pleas and slipped the heavy iron mask over her head, pulling her hair into a bun and squeezing closed the helmet until I heard the CLICKS from the locks engaging.

“Now where was I,” I teased getting down on my knees and forcing my tongue as deep into Kelly’s already juicy pussy.

I licked for only a few minutes or so it seemed when Kelly exploded:

“David, you are good with your tongue,” complimented Kelly as she regained her breath and I pulled up her pants. “Are you going to free me, she asked?”

“Not for a while,” I replied, exiting the cell, closing and locking the bars behind me:

“Please David, I’m not sure I like the iron mask, pleaded Kelly again but I ignored her, telling me that she had to allow me to offer some payback for forcing me into it.

I then headed straight for my bedroom, with the keys to my freedom and after quite a lot of fiddling; I did manage to unlace the black satin dress, remove it and get to work on the steel shoes, Basque and chastity belt. My feet by now were killing me and by the looks of things, the chastity shoes and belt had the same tiny keyhole and therefore required the same special key to unlock them. Sitting down on my bed, I clipped the special key into my right shoe and sure enough, it popped open. I quickly did the same on my left shoe and I was soon rubbing life back into my very sore feet. The chastity belt was quite easy because the single keyhole to my freedom was on the front and as soon as I inserted the special key, the belt mechanism released and my cock slipped out of his prison, with a lot of pre-cum, which required some clean-up. The chastity Basque was a whole new problem altogether! I studied it was at least ten minutes, trying to find a keyhole. I knew it hinged from my left hand side so this told me that the keyhole should be somewhere on my right. Trying to see past the enormous breast forms meant seeing any keyhole was difficult so after a long look in the mirror and a feel from my left hand, I felt the same tiny hole that matched the same key to the chastity belt and shoes I’d just removed. This special key slipped into the Basque and turning it, I heard a series of clicks and the Basque popped open, completing my freedom.  That finished, I lay on my bed and whanked for the first time all day! I was as horny as hell so the process didn’t take long until I burst into that all important feeling of release. Time then to clean-up, get dressed and deal with the girls but what to wear was my new dilemma?

In one hand, I could just dress like a guy or on the other hand, I could put on some female clothing, which I knew would drive Kelly nuts so I slipped into the black silk bra and pants she had left me, along with the cashmere sweaterdress I loved so much! I loved the warmth of the wool balaclava so I added it to my ensemble, along with a pair of high heeled leather boots. Now that I was dressed it was time to head back to the cells so I picked up the chastity bits and pieces and headed back to the toy cabinet to put them back and see what else I could find. In the end, I simply took two leather hoods and headed back to Jessica and Erin who were certainly not happy being hooded, which turned their world into darkness but I then (one-at-a-time) took both girls and laid them on the cell bunk. After pulling down their black opaque tights, I slipped my fingers into their moist crotch and brought them both (one-at-a-time), while locked in separate cells to an orgasm. Once I had completed satisfying both Erin and Jessica, I replaced their pants and tights and headed back to see how Kelly was getting on:

“What did you do to those two,” she questioned?

“Just helped their afternoon go a little easier,” I replied.

I could tell Kelly was smiling behind the iron mask as I released the chain between her cuffs from the locking hook on the cell wall:

“Would you like a little release Kelly,” I asked?

“What had you in mind,” asked Kelly?

“If you come over here and lie down on the bunk, you might find out,” I responded in an inviting tone!

Needing no more persuasion, Kelly joined me on the bunk but I had a better idea:

“Let’s go up to my room,” I teased!

Kelly then followed me out of the cell block and up the stairs to my massive bed:

“David, could you please take off this iron mask and manacles,” pleaded Kelly?

“Maybe later,” I responded as I eased Kelly onto my bed and pulled down her pants, removing them all together.

I then pulled down the tights and pants that I was wearing but under Kelly’s request I left the woollen dress in place along with the wool balaclava and for the next thirty minutes Kelly and I made out. At one point, I did unlock and remove the iron mask, revealing her beautiful face and kissable lips. After I did that, Kelly pulled the cashmere dress over my head, followed by the thick balaclava and after we exhausted each other, I released her hands from the heavy manacles and we cuddled in bed for at least another hour.

“What stall we do with Erin and Jessica tonight,” I asked Kelly as she lay motionless in my arms?

“I’m not sure David,” replied Kelly. “We could release them from their bonds and provide them with dinner and just leave them locked in separate cells for the night.

“I like the idea of just leaving them locked up for the night,” I replied: “But I think we should give them some time on their own (in the same cell) because if we continue to lock them up separately, they will not be that sympathetic to our needs during our next bondage weekend.”

Kelly agreed with me and we got up to prepare some dinner for us all. Under my kinky girlfriend’s request, the thick tights and woollen dress went back on but minus the balaclava. She slipped back into her cream satin dress and we enjoyed a bottle of wine while preparing dinner.

“While you finish dinner Kelly, I’m doing t head down to the cells pop Jessica and Erin into a single cell and release them from their bonds,” I explained.

“Great idea,” replied Kelly. “Please remember not to unlock their hands until their safely locked behind the bars because you know what can happen if you’re not careful!”

With our plan in place, I entered the cell block to see Erin and Kelly sitting on their cell bunks with their arms still manacled behind their backs and their faces hidden behind the thick and extremely well padded leather hoods:

“Okay ladies, let’s get you two ready for some dinner,” I explained as I unlocked Jessica’s cell and helped her to her feet.

I then started the process of removing her leather hood, which got me a big smile when her face finally appeared from several hours of darkness:

“Thank you David,” explained Jessica, which was followed by a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re welcome Jess,” I replied as I led her out of her cell and the locked bars of Erin’s cell.

I then unlocked that cell and followed Jessica inside. She sat down on the cell bunk while I released Erin’s head from her leather hood and with two warm leather hoods in my hand; I left the cell, locking the bars behind me:

“Okay ladies, Jessica first. Please back up to the bars and I’ll release your hands and feet from the heavy manacles and shackles,” I explained so one-by-one (Jessica) first, I freed their hands and feet from a long day in bondage.

That completed, I heard Kelly returning the cell block with a tray of food in her hands so we slipped the plates through the locked bars and left Erin and Jessica to their meal. I replaced the various toys in their cabinets and returned to the kitchen myself to join Kelly for dinner.

“It’s a shame that you are going home to the UK for Christmas David,” said Kelly as she started a conversation that I knew was about to come up days ago.

“To be honest sweetheart, I don’t really want to go home now that you and I are getting on so well but I promised my family I would go home for Christmas but I have asked Debbie to arrange an earlier flight back so I’m here for New Year’s,” I replied, trying to gain some points from a Christmas away from the girl I was falling girl love with.

Dinner continued for the next hour or so and finally we got back round to the subject of what to do about Erin and Jessica tonight. In the end we agreed to lock them in separate cells and spend the rest of our last weekend before Christmas in bed together. By Sunday lunchtime, both Erin and Jess were ready for some freedom while Kelly and I headed to the mall so that we could get some last minute Christmas shopping done before I headed back to the UK for a week.

The Approaching Holidays:

During my last week in work before Christmas I prepared to head home for a few days so that I could get back to the States for New Year and my new girlfriend Kelly. We still had to negotiate the office Christmas party, which was a massive success. My flight home was on Saturday night and Kelly agreed to drive me to O’Hare on route to her parent’s home south of Chicago. On Saturday morning we awoke with Kelly handcuffing my hands to the headboard of my bed:

“Hey Kelly, is this my last fuck before Christmas,” I teased?

“No darling, replied Kelly as she approached with a steel chastity belt. “Last night was the last fuck you will have until you get back to the states and I unlock you!”

“Kelly, you can’t put that thing on my sweetheart. “It is a great idea but with all the increased airport security and the new x-ray body scanners, there is no way I’d get through security wearing it,” I pleaded as Kelly started to place it around my waist. “I promise you Kelly that I will be faithful as I’d never ruin what we have!”

Kelly then stopped and looked into my eyes:

“I guess you’re right David, replied Kelly as she started removing the chastity belt before actually pushing the first lock home. “I guess there is no way that you’ll find a girl that offers you what I can!”

We then kissed again and with me still handcuffed to the bed, Kelly jumped on top of me and we made love for another hour. This really was our last fuck before Christmas because by lunchtime, we were in Kelly’s car, heading to the airport and our first period apart since my PA brought us together only weeks previously.

That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view.

“It seems like some here weren’t sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model.”

As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who’s eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush.

“I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would.” I replied.

The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise rendition of Suzie, in the same pose as the brunette ballerina had taken, but embellished with Suzie’s curvaceous sexiness, so when I glanced at the ballerina, sure enough, I saw her glaring at me. By then the rest of the class had fallen out laughing.

Sure enough, after class, Suzie came over to inquire if she could have the sketch…or a copy of it.

“That was some little stunt you pulled in there” she said laughing.

I gave her a wry grin and replied, “That ballerina makes me tired. What she needs is a good hard whipping.”

(it was because she loved twisting herself up into a pretzel every class, being excessively flexible, and as any artist knows, it’s hard enough to just draw someone’s weight-shift and shadowing properly if they’re just casually standing, leaning against a pole.)

Susie’s eyes widened and she said “From the way you said that I almost think you’d do it too.”

“In a heartbeat” I said, “nothing new for me”

“You’re kidding right?” she stared with an intensity I almost thought she might be finding it a turn-on. I just looked back at her, deep in her eyes then, but by the time I looked away, she knew I wasn’t joking.

Though I’d made up my mind to not let her have the picture, I found myself utterly enchanted while looking into those big green eyes, and was amazed to hear myself saying;

“I drew it for you, but we have to get a proper frame and mat for it first.”

So it was on this lame pretense I managed to entice her back to my apartment I shared with 2 other girls I worked with, and was very close friends with, platonically, as my own preference. Despite some tension with them by seeing the likes of Suzie walk in, she and I sort of hit it off, and I soon found myself listening to her complaints and concerns about her boyfriend, as we hung out and chatted after art class on my stupid waterbed, smoking pot.

By the 4th visit, we had become intimate friends, but she had flatly refused me now 3 times in long steamy chats on my bed, wearing those miniskirts, and having no qualms about her good buddy – me, seeing up her dress yet again. Catching her naked in my shower handing in the towel, she didn’t flinch, smiled, and asked if I “liked her ass?”

“Hmmm, I need to come do a more thorough exam”, wiggling my fingers “Mind?”

She giggled and pushed me back, and said;

“I wouldn’t, but your hands are dirty, and I’m all clean”

Fucking pastels from drawing class!

Then, next visit, I was over-zealous, and after running my hand up her thigh, saying “fire-truck” jokingly, she got upset, stood up, and said,

“STOP!, Dont be an ass! I want you too, but I wont cheat, and I’m not trying to tease you, but I know I do, and I know you like it, and I like that you do. Guess I can’t come anymore!!

“I don’t want that” I said.

“Obviously”, she said wryly, letting her eyes drift down to the large bulge of wood in my pants. “I’m so sorry” she said sincerely, and “it’s just as hard for me.”

“How so?” said I caustically.

She stood up again, lifted her mini skirt, pulled her panties down and for the first time ever said “Go ahead, feel” she was visibly dewy but I felt anyway, and said;

“Liar, hard my ass, you’re dripping wet.” she laughed the most tear filled, cutest laugh ive ever heard, and asked,

“Don’t either of your pretty roommates have sex with you?”

“I haven’t, and won’t, but I doubt even you believe that one,” I said, “…since they’ve cost me 3 really cute girlfriends already, but it’s platonic.”

She had yet to push my hand from her wet, blond patch, surrounded by tanned skin the like of which I’d never seen. Finally, there was her G-spot. No wonder her stupid boy friend couldn’t get her off…way up deep. Yes…she began heavy sighing and asked,

“What on earth are you doing?”

Joe, (her bf, who didn’t seem to care if she ever came she’d complained) She came after only 5 or so minutes….first time with a man (I learned later)…came again..(love it when honey drips down the legs.)

“Turn around and face the wall now” I ordered her, just to see what she’d do. As I suspected she would, she did first, then said “what for?”

“This” I said, pulling my woven leather belt from my pants, putting its tip back thru it’s buckle then roughly grabbing one of her wrists. She tried to wrestle it away, but didn’t make a sound, and I used a little of my old martial arts to quickly shove her into the wall. Her big breasts, could be seen squished into the wall. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, standing very close to her face, and said in a cold stern confident voice:

“Cross your wrists behind your back…”

“Uh…no.. she quietly said in a whispery almost mocking voice I’d never heard from her, but then I pulled her hair hard, further back and up at the same time. “Ahhh!!” she cooed, still not very loud..

“NOW!!” I said very close to her hear suddenly, knowing it would startle her.

“Okay!” she replied, wincing at her hair being pulled so hard, and dutifully crossed her wrists as I’d bid her. I slid the belt loop around them no sooner than she’ crossed them, cinched it tight, then made a secure double square knot from the excess belt, then took her by the hair again, and started kissing her for the first time. She tried to turn away at first, seeming unsure she wanted to, but pulling her chin back towards me, and holding her head in place with my other hand, I was soon kissing the lips I’d fantasized about many times. I took my fill of what I wanted there, and could tell she’d never had a man get physical and overpower her even slightly as I had. She was panting when I let her come up for air, and said “ok let me go now, I need to go” I spun her around, slammed her back against the wall just hard enough where I knew it hurt a little, and just as she opened her mouth to say “Owww”, I had both hands at the top of her blouse, grasped firmly and tore it open, buttons flying.

She looked at me eyes wide and disbelieving, and opened her mouth again to protest my ripping of her nice blouse, but I’d already grasped the clasp of her front clasp bra, since she’s told me once she wore them because the bf liked them. Seeing her breasts for the first time I was amazed at their size, and with her eyes even wider at my utter audacity, I took one of her nipples and pulled her towards me with it…only a few inches, then we were face to face…

“I’m sorry” I said in mock politeness, “did you just say something?”

“Yes, let me go now, I need to g—–aaaaaaiiiooowww!” she trailed off, me pinching her nipple so hard she couldn’t finish…

“Ow! please..ow..ow…please stop…ow!, OOOH!!” giving her now protruding nip a series of tugs and twists.

Then I stopped abruptly, knowing this was too much for any first timer.

After a sec she got bold, and started babbling and talking fast and nervous about how she really had to go and I should untie her, and blah blah, till i walked over and did a fake, like I was about to backhand her, but didn’t'… she stopped. scared.

“Shut up you little tease, you go when I say, I got plans for you, so you stay for now….or else.

“You’re going to rape me aren’t you?!”

Then I slapped her hard.

“Bitch!”(I’d never called this girl anything even uncomplimentary) “So is that what you think this is, and what I am?”

“No I—I’m just scared…and I’m… “her mouth turned town to the cutest pout, and her eyes looked so betrayed my heart melted. I went close and embraced her gently, slowly, as her naked body felt the roughness of my clothes. She was breathing deeply and her eyes followed mine, as I’d always dreamed they would ..needy, wanting me…her, this fucking blonde goddess. I kissed her gently and she kissed me back, and my hand wandered to her bare pussy…still quite wet, so I knew then this girl in my arms was on an adventure, but still scared to leave. She needed me to make her, to take her, but was uncertain if she could trust me to make it good for her.

I whispered in her ear “I know you’re loving this aren’t you?”

Big sigh and laying her head on my shoulder.. “God yes! ..it’s just, unexpected.”

“Just do as I say, and trust me babe, you’re not ready for all this cruelty, but you have to obey or it will be”

“Will you?” I asked

“Yes”

I smacked her ass so hard she shrieked.

“What did you say slave?”

“Yes…Sir?” as she said it she gave a throaty inhale with a sort of reedy voice of a girl saying that for the first time, and who had always wanted to, and always dreamed of a man enslaving her.

“You are mine till I release you, slave”

“Yes Sir”

Reaching between her legs, now soaking wet. “All of you”

“Yes Sir” she said shuddering.

Embracing her again, “There is no guilt, shame, or remorse here, except what I give you, slave”

“Yes Sir” So sweet and whispery was her voice becoming, I knew i’d end up wanting her, and I’d made my mind I’d not…not this first time.

“A slave has only one purpose and one goal, you must know it or suffer”

“Yes …S.Sir” she had no clue ..lol.

“Well?!” as I swatted her ass hard again…

“OOH!…I’m…to be good sir?”

Laughing, I swatted her ass harder, then again…”ahhh! ow! I…I don’t know sir!”

“Don’t move an inch slave”

“Yes Sir”

I went and picked out some lengths of ropes, got her heels, a blindfold , gag , a collar, a lead and a flogger..

I walked back, put the blindfold on, and instantly hated that I couldn’t see her beautiful eyes, but saw much more she had which was pleasing to the eye.

I put her heels on myself. Awesome legs ..best I’d ever seen. I slipped the loop of rope behind her elbows, and said “touch your elbows together”

She seemed surprised ..”WHA–Yes sir!” she arched and strained to do so, as I wrapped the length around, pulled it tight till they touched, “Ow!, that hurts” she complained, almost bitchy.

I picked up the flogger and lashed one of her breasts hard “Shut up, goddamnit!”

“Yes Sir” she sounded almost relieved.

“You don’t talk again slave, or you get that gag. You won’t like it, trust me”

“Yes Sir” very quietly.

I then applied the collar to her beautiful neck. She didnt like it, she’d never dreamed, im sure…”Sir may I ask–”

“NO!!…quiet!…I warned you didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir” resume breathing hard, lower lip trembling and seemed very humiliated.

“Open up”

“But Si—mmmpgfh!”

Ball gag, quickly wrapped and buckled in back.

“Gnnnnnn-mmmmm!”she protested, face frowning for the first time.

I the attached a lead to the collar, and led her to the bath room, and said “you may now urinate” her head jerked sideways ..”mmmnnneeii??!” shaking head rapidly. I knew that would freak Miss never-done-anything-but-vanilla-sex-with-one-boyfriend right out…lol.

Standing behind her, i reached around and began to gently caress her breasts, to which she quickly responded with moans, leaning back against me. I could feel her fingers at my crotch, gently tugging at my pants. I knew what it meant ..as she could grasp me nowhere else. she was grasping for me, some gentle genuine reality of the me she thought she knew. All the teasing and standoffishness because “she had a boyfriend” were gone now. She just needed a man, a real man, and she was confused as to which seemingly real man was real. Being tied, the little girl I’d always known waited inside her was all there was. Willing to risk anything and take anything to find and feel what her boyfriend whom she desperately said she “loved” wasn’t giving her. She wanted me to love her…and was willing to allow herself to become enslaved to feel ..just loved. I sat on the toilet seat, and just looked at her…god she was a vision of bdsm loveliness like id never seen., back arched, tits high. Blonde pussy still wet, breathing with sexual frustration, laced with her first fear of the sexual unknown, since she lost her virginity. I reached over and turned on the bathtub faucet, to just let the water sounds fill her head, she turned side to side, wondering what was next. Body oil, which I’m sure she thought must be water, till she smelled its fragrance, I gently rubbed her with head to toe, and applied it generously till she gleamed like a Ferrari, and rubbed her tight muscles, whispering in her ear how she made the most beautiful slave on the planet, and how “this” was now mine, grasping her labia, to which she nodded in agreement, and “these” her oil covered boobs ..nipples totally distended, and these, firmly grasping her ass cheeks ..and smoothing more oil on them ..and then, knowing she suddenly feared i would, plunged my hand between her buttocks and entered her anus with my finger before asking “You’re a virgin here, aren’t you slave?

“mmm” she nodded her head, happy it didn’t hurt her in there, because of maximal lubrication. Her ball-gag had a metal eyehook id put in its ball for just what i then did, attaching it to a small clip hook above the towel rack, then sitting on the toilet seat, and pulling her ass back towards me.

“Stick your ass up high!” I said.

“eeermp!” she protested, again shocked at such unladylike directives., then “mmmg” realizing she couldn’t pull her head away from the hook, but with no idea why.

“NOT even close slut! i used the leather lead from her collar to sting her ass. “HIGHER and arch more, or Ill whip your pussy” More fearful muffled protests, and nothing she ever dreamed I’d say, and wanted to be angry and refuse to submit to it, couldn’t, being tied so tight, gagged, and aroused she suddenly realized, because I called her slut, another first.

“Higher still! Damn, you aren’t trying!…bitch spread your legs then”

she did and strained he ass up as high as she knew she could. quivering and whimpering. You must want your pussy whipped, right?

Arching a little more found a painful wince on her face, as she vehemently shook her head, actually still amazed at being threatened with a pussy whipping, but mostly scared of it…, but then my fingers were in her anus again, and she was just confused about that as everything else, but mostly feeling angry she wasn’t angry, and couldn’t have prevented any of this if she was.

I wiped some of the oils off her ass, and began gently threatening her, telling her she flunked her first slave quiz, and would soon be flogged for it.

Then I began to gently stroke her labia, and lightly kiss her beautiful upturned ass. As she soon began to moan, I was able to find wetness enough to cover all her inner ass, and my kisses began to land at the crevice, then around then back, but lower and then, knowing it would shock her little miss goody-goodysexual-naiveté, planted my tongue, deep in her anus. she inhaled sharply, made a show of seeming to dislike it…but i continued to hear her lower guttural moanings, and leaning back for a moment, saw she’d arched her ass up higher than I was able to force her to of her own volition. A rimmy is something of questionable necessity for many, especially women asked to give them, but once savored and enjoyed far longer than is seemly, one is loathe for them to end, and finds such leisure in the feelings of sexual arousal they amplify. She was just dangling from the wall hook by her tightly strapped gag now, and wantonly wagged her shiny ass toward the pleasures it kept finding. My favorite thing is giving it to prudish women who are humiliated by it, but cannot help but relish it, as anyone..

“You like this don’t you?” poking my tongue in deep.

“mmmMMM!”she moaned, as if while annoyed I’d asked, damn well did, but as any young girl who fears it, was worried I was just priming her for anal sex.

SLUT!, you are soaking, and it seems your ass craves more…..ha! such an easy little meathole I’ve changed you into..”

“Ngggmmm! more gagged protesting sounds, she didn’t like the sound of that “more” part I could tell.

“Don’t worry my little gaggle-of-holes-for-use, Ill not fuck your tight ass here till you beg me, and soon you will.”

“ngummmpfh! and tried to pull her ass away, when i grabbed it, and pulled it back to my face.

“That was dumb little cunt”, and she started to recoil from such talk, but couldn’t as I held her, but now started to bite.

Ahh! she cried over and over as my teeth bit soft butt-flesh, and my soaked fingers slipped inside her to her now very familiar spot. Soon she was writhing in fear of bites, as she hurtled toward her 4th orgasm there, while I now only nipped at the tenderest skin in her cleft with unforgiving teeth.

Her pelvis was now gyrating, and her legs quivered so sweetly, it was hard for me to say; “By the way my little pond scum princess, you’re not allowed to cum”

emmmggth?!!” she revolted sharply, knowing it was about too late, as did I.

With cock already out, I stood, and began rubbing it between her asscheeks, and her moaning approvals, Let me know she felt I’d read her mind.

“Ready to be my fucktoy now?”

She instantly bobbed her head, and to tease her, I began to poke it at her bung…and laughing ..as the cock-head began to push in and widen her anus, she squealed, “eeeennnng!”

I made pretense of making her assfuck me, and even grabbed her hair to yank her back saying “EVERY LITTLE HOLE YOU HAVE is mine! Isn’t it?…well slave?” The moment she began to nod, my well oiled thumb slammed deep into her ass, as I pulled her hair back hard, so she couldn’t squirm away. pushing with my thumb, i said “Move bitch!”

making her step forward, but not before I heard a familiar change in her panting, and felt her ass begin to rhythmically clench my thumb.

“That’s ok, you conniving little cum-slut, ill just add this to your punishment.”

mmmhhh! she was rasping repeatedly, in the throes of orgasmic waves,

So I unhooked her ball gag from the wall, raised her, and pulled it off her drooling mouth, and pulled her face toward mine by the hair, and as she winced at the pain of it, our lips met, and my tongue plunged deep into her mouth, and the thumb was shoved then gyrated, while she got my roughest most abusive kisses until her earth-shattering orgasm finally subsided. I could tell she’d found nirvana, and wanted to just lay and hold her, but just had to see that beautiful ass take its due.

So quivering she stood, and the flogger did its work, and watching her take it I marveled, since with no gag, she didn’t even protest, and just made “ungghh!” sounds with each stroke. As the last few came down, and her ass, now covered with pink welts, glowed, I said sternly:

“A slaves only purpose, is her masters pleasure, and enjoyment, and serving him.”

“Yes Master!” with enthusiasm, and respect, by switching to Master from sir on her own.

“Say it slave”

“A slaves only purpose, is her masters pleasure, and enjoyment, and serving him.” she repeated, as i whipped her lightly.

I removed her elbow ropes then, but left her wrists tied behind, and leaning against the wall, took her gently in my arms…light kisses and affection told her such as words could not, and I just waited, and she finally said “Oh my god…I so loved it Master!”

Giving her a wry grin, “I said, It isn’t quite over, as you came un-permitted slave” she looked strangely accepting, and I said, “take your pick, a blow-job or pussy-whipping”

She instantly dropped to her knees, and I’ll never forget the sweet way she looked up and asked “Master, will you teach me how, please?”

She was a mass of hormones and nerves when she left, and I could have easily taken it, but I knew better. Outdoing her boyfriend didn’t amount to shit. She loved him. He didn’t love her. All she wanted was for him to love her and marry her. I knew whatI had done with her would be hard to assimilate, living with some vanilla guy she thought she was in love with, and stealing another mans woman? Been there done that, and it was nothing I ever wanted again, but looks like hers always had the other man, always.

The tension was even starting with my roomies. Their trust and friendship was won by my never hitting on them, and they had both finally met a man who wasn’t just after sex. But no woman wants what I was doing done in her home, and when a woman who’s like the sun walks in, all the little stars must disappear. I was confused, depressed, but I knew it was just self pity. ..and why me? I know it has little to do with looks now, but then, I thought I just couldn’t get a total babe ever because I was a dork.

Bad eyes, thick glasses, scruffy, edgy, sarcastic….and the quintessential young man…resenting any beautiful woman who wouldn’t fuck me. Now, Suzie ..light-years out of my league. Yet she’ submitted, albeit ambivalently, I knew what we’d done together was fifty times better and more intense than anything vanilla boy had given her…So why? ..then I knew. I was just a badly needed release valve, nothing more. Couldn’t really blame her, or any woman of such seething passion. But I got pissed, then angry, not at her, or her boyfriend, or myself…but who?

God…motherfucker…who else. When I pray, I don’t seek a mental vision, I just know he listens…I ask for what I want, kneeling. Before I finish, I know it’s done, and the name of Jesus seals the deal. Don’t ask how I know. Hell I don’t know shit. I do know that I’ve done this every time. For a split second I know. I don’t wish, don’t hope, don’t do anything but know. I take no action based on knowing, but I never let my mind take any other question or doubt. Its weird, but that is in essence, faith. It kind of takes nerves of steel, but is kind of easy.

Two days later she called. my roomie handed me the phone and said:” “It’s Scuzzie”…loud enough so Suzie could hear. (lol, women) she asked why id been ignoring her at school.

“…was trying to be mad at you. then at what’s-his-name. then at myself…then you again, musical mad at people…stupid game. I lost.”

“No you didn’t,” she said, “I did, ..big fight, he wants me to leave….”

“Roommate’s having a Colorado Bulldog party tonight, come?”

“Can I bring an overnight case?” (Thank you Jesus!)

“Sure, long as there aren’t any clothes in it.”

“Ha-ha, don’t you like mini-skirts? …and lingerie?”

“Eewww!…fine, whatever, but then you gotta bring some Fuckme pumps too, and those handcuffs he laughed at you for buying.”

…When she arrived, she looked a fright, a basket case, just as I expected. In sweats, she mumbled something about not wanting him to think she was going to a party and that she’d dress upstairs….for me. I was tipsy on a couple of Colorado bulldogs, but not too drunk to know she was in need of a friend, and my prayers must wait. I made her a real strong drink, and got a Quaalude my roomie had, and when I got to my room, she already had on the hottest black party dress, and spikes…Jesus!, bent over doin’ her eyes, no panties…the girl was heart and soul, but her hands shook, and when I looked in her eyes, I had to turn away, so how much she hurt, wouldn’t hurt me.

“Here drink this” I said, handing her the milk, Kahlua, 4-5 shots of Vodka, a splash of coke, milkshake-sized “head howitzer”. That’s when I saw the bruise under her eye. Fucking bastard!….pissed, I rudely opened, and ransacked her suitcase. Handcuffs ….Good God!. dangling them from my finger, I walked back and said, “Are you really this tough?”

“Wha? ..you said…”

“Yeah right, I should use ‘em, and punish you bad…unless he’s in jail where he belongs!”

Throwing them on the bed, I said “Take off that dress, Dumbass.”

I walked across the hall and got my roomies giant bunny rabbit nightshirt…

“Scuzzie cant wear that” my roomie said, half joking.

“Shup, or I won’t let you see what she brought for you to wear, your size, and ultra sexy.”

Her eyes widened, I knew she’d wanted Suzie’s “look” and had enticed me several times in miniskirts…and was starting to scheme hard, not because I’m all that, but I’d made the mistake of hinting that I didn’t want to… and now needed to make her think I wanted to, to scare her off and things could get back to normal.

No sooner back in my room, a naked blonde vision stood sobbing, with the handcuffs on. I put the clothes down, walked to her and took her face in my hands and said.

“I know you know I can be cruel Susan, but this…”lightly brushing her bruised cheek “…please tell me where he is, he and I need to talk.”

“No, what you said first was more right, I’m the dumbass” then she looked into my eyes intently “Master, I need you again. Your guidance,,,(very hesitatingly) and punishment.”

God I was torn, her standing there again naked in spikes, handcuffs, and asking nicely. It was all I could do not to look down at her wondrous body, and just grab her and use her like a fucktoy…then again ..why didn’t I?

“Maybe later, but we’ve both been drinking, and I think you’ve had all the punishment from a man I want you to have today”, I said as I brushed her hair aside, and inspected her bruise again. “And once I do catch up to Mr. Dom-with-his-fists, know what?”

“What?” she asked apprehensively.

“You’re a dumbass and I’m not” I joked, she giggled.

“Stop…”she whimpered.

“Come here, dumbass”, I said, and led her toward the bed “Take this” the black pill was in my hand. “Thought you might want this. Turns you into a happy, horny, rip van winkle, you’ll want me to rape you, and whip you, but I won’t, ’cause you’ll be sound asleep before I get to 2nd base, …besides, you still haven’t paid for that last “massage and slave lesson”.

By the way she giggled, I could tell she was feeling the vodka, and wouldn’t have let her have the Quaalude normally, but such fucked-up shit happens to women’s heads when the man they love punches them out, it’s almost like she would have left him, but once he hit her, it made her nuts, thinking he really didn’t love her like she suspected, but since he hit her, maybe she had hurt him by saying…..that’s when I knew why he hit her…because of me and my stupid fucking massage bs,. duh!.

She had to somehow throw it in his face, and since I hadn’t fucked her, felt justified. I guess threatening and ridiculing his manhood was supposed bring it out finally, but had the opposite effect.

I took the handcuffs with her hands cuffed in them still and held them up and said, “I think we should keep these on you, In case I decide to punish you later, but for now, request denied. Drunken dumbasses aren’t worthy” she just giggled, looking up at me like she’d do whatever she was told.

“Lie down” I said, “I want you to take that” pointing at the pill.

“Yes Master” she did, got in my bed, and I tucked her in, and just sat caressing her gently, and we looked in each others eyes till her lids began to droop.

“Thank you…….Master” she said, just before she dozed off. I kissed her forehead and left her sleeping handcuffed, hoping I did the right thing. She was at a very fragile stage. I knew she hurt far more than she let on, and that to her, life, love men and the world were just a confusing mass if things that made no sense.

I took Suzie’s black hot-dress, after she slept, and teased teh roomies with the dress, and they both oohed and ahh-d, and asked why I had just the dress, and wasn’t getting any Suzie.

“She was unzipping my fly, and I came like a first timer, never made it to jack shit…” I lied,

“Wanna see the big mess I made?” I said, and started unzipping my pants, and they both scurried away grossin’ out, like chicks gotta do about such things. But then I chased Tracy the “Scuzzie” culprit around the apartment with my own cuffs, as they both were scared and giggly about my Dom-ness, and had almost sealed my fate with other women one too many times with idle gossip, so this “Scuzzie” business was the last straw.

By the time I cornered her in the kitchen, we were both out of breath, and I told her Suzie was mad at me because of her snotty “Scuzzie” comment, and she was gonna get cuffed, spanked, and give me a bj now “or else.”(She’d dumped her last screwy lil’ bf because he kept trying to be makin’ her swallow ..lol) She’d asked if mine tasted that bitter, and bitched about guys asking;

“Why do they all wanna get swallowed?”…blah blah. on and on…so after I clicked a handcuff on one wrist and she thought I was actually going to, she was about to cry, but couldn’t for giggling, and the other roomie was lmao on the couch. Before I let her up, she’d started to get scared and say;

“NO WAY NO WAY I HATE CUM!!”

Pinned against the stove, one arm cuffed behind her, thinking I’d really make her be a blowjob-swallow-slut, I turned on a burner to scare her, and said, “Ok then, I’ll let you go, under one condition.”

“What?!!”

“Quit being such a li’l smartass with the “Scuzzie” bullshit, and unless I get a hot bondage threesome with you two heartbreakers every night after work, mind giving a guy enough room to get some pussy?”

Both were shocked, and I get: “Threesome? we don’t say nothing to girls you date…!??”

“My ass, Suzie thinks I’m tappin’ both you anytime she don’t be here…gee, thanks!”

Then the phone rang, and some strange chick was asking bout Suzie, and of course, I was handed the phone, and so was Joe, Suzie’s boyfriend at the other end..

“Yeah Joe, Suzie’s asleep in my room, real upset because some chicken-shit motherfucker blacked her eye.” I said.

“Fuck man, who–”

“Don’t deny it, she doesn’t…. Fuckin’ pussy.”..

“Hey dickhead, mind if I talk to my fucking girlfriend.?” said he.

“Ill go wake her and ask”.. I went and made a drink, took a leak, exchanged more affectionate flip offs and sticking tongues out with the roomies, then ended up in a tussle for pinching Traci’s thigh (we wrestled, and play-fought far too much…she loved it…i guess it was like a sexual tension reliever or…whatever) ..as I’d hoped, waiting almost 10 minutes for me to get back to the phone brought out his angriest self:

“Finally!, she comin’.?”

“No.”

“What? did she say why?”

“Pretty sleepy, but I know why…”

“You do huh?…why?”

“Cause’ deep deep ….deep DEEP down….you’re *pause* CHICKENSHIT!”

“Look motherfucker, what’s your address ill come show you who’s…”

“I’ll be happy to see you, and will allow you to see her, but first, you gotta get past ME….then after I’m done seein’ if the big tough dental student can punk me out like he does his sweet girlfriend, who happens to really love him, since he has such a way with the bitch-slap. Hope you can bitch-slap me down like you’re so good at doing with the ladies, because if not, fuckin pussy, I’m gonna have every tooth outta your head before I’m done, so you can practice dentistry toothless.”

Then I said, “Still want my address pansy-ass??” (*click*) …as expected.

Well I was pissed, but I saw a pic of him later, not a big guy, but very wiry from a lotta sports…could’a punked me too maybe, who knows?, and it was the second time I’d played hero in one month, for a friend of the roomie, who’s husband decided, his Rocky Balboa impersonation on her head and elsewhere would make her love him more. Guess so, she went back to him.

Why do women always go back to guys who punch ‘em out?

After that of course, I had to then tell the roomies the truth on all of it, then joked it was all their fault, because I couldn’t have my threesome…lol. We sorta all made up, bonded, then they went to bed, and I decided to go sleep with a finally peaceful Suzie…

After I clipped a length of chain to the still sleeping Suzie’s handcuffs, I then pulled it taught so her arms were pulled over her head toward the top edge of the bed. She stirred a little, and opened her eyes and smiled, so I leaned over and kissed her and just said “you’re mine again”.

“Good Master” she sweetly replied, which had such an amazing emotional effect on me.

“Trust me now?” I asked, as I pushed her bangs out of her sleepy eyes.

“Completely Master” then added, “I loved being your slave, and this time I’ll do better, you’ll see!”

“Smart girl” I said, because I’m very tired, but in need of your sweet service slave. You perhaps should be scolded for being a dumbass, but I’ve decided that you were punished enough by whoever hit you, and want to continue training you how to please your Master, who now craves your affection, and warmth among other things”

“Anything Master!” she said sweetly.

I pulled the comforter back, and just looked at this woman, then more to see if she was learning my wishes. Sure enough, her heels remained on, and she was fully naked except for them. I smiled at her and said, “You’re learning quickly, and how did you know not to remove your shoes?”

I didn’t, but just knew you loved them, and hoped they’d make you ..want me when you came back.”

“They do, and I do, pretty slave”, and began caressing her breasts and making her sigh, as I continued, she just naturally responded, such a feminine, passionate, delicious young girl, who so many men dreamed of, and who didn’t belong to me, but who wanted to learn to please, and give more, im sure to find out if her natural submissiveness could be a way to be more to her brutal, insensitive boyfriend or any man. I knew she’d forgiven him for hitting her, and she knew I likely never would. I knew she was at a crossroads, and needed to see me as teacher and friend, instead of interloper. This night she would learn how she could be enjoyed just as a woman.

After much affection, kissing and caressing, and only looking deep in her eyes. She was still cuffed hands above, but was in my arms, and beginning to want to go to a more physical passion  I continued slowly, and my hands didn’t move below her breasts for some time, and when they finally did, I could tell she wanted them to badly, and wanted release, but dared not ask.

I pulled her toward me on her side, so my hands could take inventory, but shied away from any vaginal contact, and only touched her elsewhere. In circular patterns, her thighs in front, across her hips, gently reviewing her tummy, then back to her breasts. Gently, just feeling her, and as lightly as I could, although I was tired, and knew this was what she needed. I coaxed her womanly passion as slowly as possible, never rushing, or seeming to hurry. After many passes over her broad, regions, she seemed like she wanted just anything she could get from me, laying there cuffed, eyes closed, breathing heavily, lips now just staying parted fully, awaiting my next kiss, and finally gave me the subtle signal I’d been waiting for. Arching her pelvis, and hunching her hips forward, finally let me know it was time. and my hand moved to just over her pussy hair, and just stopped. and waited, lightly grazing her. She arched to meet hy hovering hand, then I moved it away, and repeated my previous caressing elsewhere. then same, again, arched more…moved away, and glancing at her face, saw the slight smile and seeming frustration of a woman being teased to her limit, but one who as a slave, knew she must wait for her Master.

As my hand finally entered her, she was flowingly wet, and having found her high place days back, had since figured out this woman was capable of experiencing far more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed. As my gentle rotating hand movements finally began inside her, I knew this time I’d properly prepared her, and her first waves of inner climax began shortly. Another followed soon after, but I knew as she did not, that with just the right touch and repetition of movement, and purpose, they would become more and more intense. Her 3rd climax told me we were almost there, and i said “hang on slave, gotta pee”

I returned with a towel, and put it under her, and went right back to work, and knowing it would make it better, detached the cuff from their rope, and pulled her arms around my neck. in just a few moments, she sighed heavily, and seemed to quiver, as her thighs involuntarily spread wider.

“Oh my god!” she said “Ohhh – my GOD!!” as she almost seemed to start to convulse. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and roughly pulled her lips to mine, as he began her most intense orgasm yet, She arched, and shook, and would have screamed I knew, but could not be released from my deep, enduring kiss. Surrendering her arms suddenly pulled me closer, and she kissed back like I just couldn’t believe, and my hand inside her almost slipped out, as the flood of her ultimate passion was finally released for the first time. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, but was but a 2 or 3 minute time till she finally crested and relaxed and was still kissing me sweetly. As our embrace released, she opened her eyes and looked at me with glazed droopy lids and said flatly, in a lower monotone “oh….MY …god!” I couldn’t help but laugh at her then, and knew the towel was likely soaked, and also knew she’d protest, as my hand began its simple work again.” No, not again” she said.

“Shhh slave!, trust your Master”

She tilted her head back, and sighed with resignation, “Yes Master, I trust you .. I do trust you!” and was soon taken back again not once but 2 times more.

By the last one I let my fingers wander to her half open mouth, which she wantonly sucked in making her wishes plain. I then pulled her cuffed hand from behind my neck, and just waited a moment to see what she’d do. She just smiled and started to ask me, but I put my finger on her lips, and gently pushed down on her shoulder.

She seemed bent on showing me she could give and incredible blowjob, and while I have had some better, her enthusiasm was so very memorable, just new at it, and with little trained gag reflex, she supplemented sweet licks and kisses, for such depths she could not take.

The last thing I remembered was wanting to pull her on top of me, and fuck her brains out. But sleep overcame me, and the sandman visited the warmest, incredibly sexy dreams, and when I finally awoke, I saw why. I was still in her sweet mouth, and once aware, became hard very quickly. It was incredible to watch her be awakened by it, and her response was to just suck to increase to needed depth. but I knew what she’d done, she likely had never dreamed of doing, and took her head gently and she began to move it toward mine. “You’re a very good slave, and incredibly beautiful”. i said.

” I gotta pee Master!”…lol it still makes me laugh to this day, the way she said it, so uncertain and so insecure.

“No, you may not slave….long pause…I’m kidding, but hurry, I really need to fuck your brains out.”

“Yes Master!” she said scurrying away…

When she returned, after popping out of the bathroom, getting her purse, and going back, she said “I started master” after crawling up on her knees beside me. I just looked at her, and her eyes locked on mine, and she said “You said I would, so I’m begging you now master…please…”

“For?”

Please fuck my ass, and as hard as you want, it’s yours now anyway, and I love that it is!”

The next hours and days were ultimately one of the sweetest, softest, hungry for true love, desperate for a tender touch, near wordless sexual encounters I’d ever had. She had me incredulous at how such a sweet submissive incredible hottress could be left so love hungry and orgasm-starved by arseholes who only want them for temporary sex till they enter their ritzy dental practice, then dump them for another, who I could never believe was anything close to his college tempfuck, Suzie. It sounds conceited to say I know God was answering her prayers that night, but I know damn well, the next day and a half, were when he answered mine.

But I knew she’d go back to her Joe, and knew she’d be torn, and want to come back to me soon.

All of which happened, and I was her Master on and off for some time. She could be awfully high-maintenance this girl, and after a while, though it hurt, I came to know, In her own way she needed us both. she wanted my approval somehow, and at one point asked me if I’d come over and meet him.

“I’ve wanted to for a while Suzie, and I haven’t forgotten what he did.”

“So if you come to visit, will you start something with him?” she asked, as we spoke on the phone.

“…And finish it, since I’ve wanted to so badly girl, and he’s so richly deserving.”

Of course she didn’t want her champion beaten down, and prevented it as sweetly as she could. I didn’t learn he’d dumped her right after college until years later, and had cheated on her all their last year together then married the new girl, once he’d moved far away to his new practice. She was left high and dry and bitterly heartbroken, having lost touch with me, after we’d finally drifted apart.

I’ve always hated dentists. All you need to do is ask them what their services cost, to know they are some of the greediest, most selfish bastards in this world, who seem the friendly, best friend you ever had while they do what they do, screwing you over as hard as they can the entire time. Fuckwads, all of them.

*Sigh* She was a Pisces, which I often think may be the sexiest women on this planet, but there just aren’t enough of them to go around. Born under the sign of “Half Man-Half Asshole” myself (Sagittarius), I read somewhere I was not so compatible with them, and was already aware that I usually seemed to want them far more than they wanted me…something about Fire and Water, and mostly physical, primal, animal magnetism for both, with the more romantic, emotional Piscean at a great emotional advantage… Likely so, since at the time, just reading it made me cry, and it took this college boy a few months to get over Suzie…trust me.

I always regretted never telling her, how very deeply I loved her.

The girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did.

Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden.

As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on.  She had no idea why, but it was a fact.

It wasn’t the girls. They did nothing for her, but the ropes the girls were in. that was what did it for her.

For four weeks she waited until Art went out with his mates to the pub, then she would sneak in his room, get the mags, and leaf through them, imagining it was her tied up and helpless. Every time, she found her fingers under her skirt, stroking her pussy through the thin material of her knickers.

She simply couldn’t help herself. And the more helpless she thought she was, the more intense her orgasm.

Once, she had almost been caught out. Art had arrived back from the pub early, and she had to rush into his room, and get the mags back under his bed before he came upstairs. She only just made it in time, out of breath, both from running, and from the orgasm she had back in her room, at the thought of Art catching her with them, and tying her up as punishment.

She started searching the internet in the safety of her own room. Similar pictures were easy to find, and she spent hours looking at them, her hand a permanent fixture up her own skirt. The knickers had long gone, and she spent a lot of time with her own fingers in her pussy, whilst laying on the other hand, as if it was tied there.

The more she couldn’t move, the more she thrived on it. She knew she wanted to feel the rope itself on her body. On her naked body. But she was never going to ask Art to do it for her.

That would be far too embarrassing, especially when he laughed and refused, as she was sure he would do. There had to be another way.

Her search on the internet eventually led her to a site that dealt with bondage, but self bondage. The thought of tying herself up had never dawned on her. Would it be the same? She remembered when she lay on one hand, and pretended it was tied behind her, the rush as she came. She had almost screamed out loud. Only just in time had she been able to stop the scream.

Her parents would never understand. As far as they knew, she was still sweet and innocent. And to some extent, she was. She had kissed a couple of guys, but had never gone further than that. She had even seen one guy’s cock, but had refused to touch it, and certainly refused when he asked her to kiss it.

It wasn’t that she was saving herself for Mr Right or anything, she simply hadn’t wanted to have sex with them. One day, maybe she would. But not yet.

And now, these magazines were making her feel as she hadn’t before. They turned her on more than anything at all.

She even dreamed about being tied up. She was a captured princess, tied to a ship’s mast, or tied to a wall in a cell. Where didn’t matter, as long as she was tied up and helpless. That was all she desired, craved.

And with finding the self bondage site, she now knew she could try it for herself. But first, she had to find time, space, and the rope. Not to mention the actual courage.

It was fine dreaming about it. But what would it feel like if she actually went through with it and tied herself up?

The more she looked at the site. And watched how the other girls did it, she knew she could do it to herself, given the right circumstances.

They came out of the blue, and she could hardly believe her luck.

Her parents were celebrating their wedding anniversary, and decided to go back to where they had spent their honeymoon. Art was going to keep an eye on her, and the house whilst they were gone.

But Art had other ideas. He took her to one side the night before their parents left for their second honeymoon, and told her he had plans to stay away for a few days, but would be back before their parents.

“Look, Sis. Its going to be the only time I can spend with Lucy, alone. You know what mum would say if she knew Lucy and I were fucking. She would go ape shit. When they said they were going away, I booked a hotel room for me and Lucy, so we could spend time together. So, you get the house to yourself, and can bring your mates over, as long as there is no mess. And, as long as you don’t tell mum, I will also give you twenty quid as a bonus.”

She looked at Art in disbelief. She wasn’t shocked about him and Lucy. Lucy had already told her what a great lover he was. Not that she had been interested, but Lucy had told her anyway. The disbelief was that it meant she would have the house to herself for the whole four days her parents were away. And she knew where to get the rope from. Under Art’s bed. Unless, of course, he took it with him.

She decided that if he did, she would use her old school ties, and Art’s ties that he no longer wore.

“Okay” she said, almost reluctantly, hiding her excitement. “But I want the money up front. Last time you owed me money from my birthday box, it took me months to get it back”

Art smiled at her and opened his wallet, bringing out a twenty pound note, and handing it over to her.

As she made a move to grab it, he held onto it.

“This buys your silence Sis. Remember that. And if you have your mates over, the house has to be spotless when they leave”

“Don’t worry. Mum and dad will never know about it. And I wont be having my mates over. I need to study for Uni”.

Letting go of the money, he ran his fingers through her hair and smiled.

“Deal then, Sis. They are leaving in the morning, and I will be about an hour behind them. I will be back Monday morning. The hotel kicks out about ten, so I should be back by lunchtime. If you have any problems, and by that I mean real problems, it’s the hotel on Water Street. Call me, and I will come over and see what I can do for you. You shouldn’t have any problems that I can think of, so hopefully, we wont see or hear from each other until Monday”

She couldn’t believe her luck. She must remember to buy Lucy a better present for her birthday next year. As for Art, he would only get the same as he got every year, toiletries.

She was already planning what she would do long before her parents left the next morning. She knew she would have to be careful, and not take risks, but what she saw on the internet looked so easy, and so sexy.

That night, she lay awake picturing herself tied up, and had the biggest orgasm of her life, as she told herself that she would be, in less than a day.

She waited until her brother had been gone an hour, texting Lucy to thank her for taking Art out of her hair.

Lucy wrote back that she would be too busy to text for the foreseeable future, and ended it with a smiling face.

Now, she could think about what she was planning.

She had already checked under Art’s bed, and found the ropes still there. That would save her using school ties.

She was on the internet again, looking at the self bondage pages, trying to decide what she wanted to do first. She had three clear days, and wanted to try as much as she could, before she had to stop.

She started by getting undressed, after checking that all the doors and windows to the house were locked and bolted. By slamming home the bolts, Art could not come back and surprise her, without having to knock at the door. If he said anything, she would simply tell him a girl alone at home, can’t be too careful.

She started simply by tying her ankles together with a piece of rope, and tying them to the bottom of the bed. Another piece of rope came from one corner of the headboard, with a slip knot tied into it. This was for her hand. Slowly, gingerly. She placed her hand into the loop, and pulled.

Almost immediately her body began to tingle. She had done it. She had tied herself up, even though she still had the one hand free.

Her free hand immediately went to her groin, finding the way between her legs, and locating her clit. Even as she first touched it, it was as if she had been struck by electric.

Her feeling were overwhelming, as she coaxed her clit, teasing it. She found herself pulling at the tied hand, involuntarily. She didn’t want it free, but somehow, struggling seemed to maker her even more horny.

It lasted only minute. That she knew, but it felt like a lifetime. With no-one in the house now, she no longer had to hold back. Her fingers were driving in and out of her sodden pussy, as the orgasm seemed to rip her apart.

Still her fingers wouldn’t stop. They were already in as far as she could get them with her ankles tied, and stretched. But still she tried to get them deeper.

She had hardly noticed the pain as she had broken her own hymen, her fingers having gone so deep. The trickle of blood mixing with her own hot juices, were everything to her.

Only when she was physically tired, did she finally stop. How many orgasms she had given herself she had no idea. Each was as powerful as the one before. Her whole body shook like a volcano.

She didn’t even realise she was falling asleep. It was already dark when she woke, still tied to the bed, the smile on her lips impossible to remove.

She had done it. She had tried what she had dreamed about for so long. And it had been wonderful. Better than wonderful. It had been magical.

Slowly, reluctantly she used her free hand to released the other one, before finally releasing her feet. She needed to eat, she knew that, but more important, she knew she had to try something else. Something not so easy, something more exciting, and she knew exactly what it was.

As her dinner cooked in the oven, she went to her parents room. She didn’t even know if her mother owned one, but hoped that she did, and that they had no taken it with them.

She found it in a box on the top shelf of the wardrobe. Whether her mother actually ever used it or not, she didn’t want to know. She just wanted to use it herself.  The batteries in it were still alive, but she knew that there were always spare batteries for the remotes in the kitchen.

As she ate, she changed the batteries, remembering to keep the ones she had pulled out safe, so she could put them back in afterwards. Hopefully, her mother would never know it had been used.

It was about eight inches long, and had ribbing all around it. It didn’t feel like a cock, not that she knew what one actually felt like, but she didn’t think they felt like that.

Certainly, the one that guy had tried to get her to kiss didn’t appear to have ribbing on it.

She lay it on the table in front of her, watching the whole time she ate. Soon, very soon, she would know what one felt like.

Diner was ate in a rush. She had better things to do, and eating was taking precious time away from her. She knew she did have to eat, but never before had she eaten so fast.

The ropes were now in the living room, where she planned to tie herself up next. The bed was fine, but one set of pictures had taken place in the living room, or a studio made up to look like one. And she did want to try to do the same, so she could tell how the girl doing it had felt.

She hadn’t dressed. There was no point in dressing, simply to undress again. And she was going to be naked every time. She did, however, take the precaution of going to the toilet. She didn’t want nature interrupting what she planned. That would have been unthinkable.

She had everything ready for what she was going to do. The curtains were closed, and with a last look at the internet site, she returned to the living room and prepared herself.

Although she had never felt one before, the vibrator was going to be the first thing. As she pressed it between her open legs, and felt it touch her pussy, she paused. She had no idea what it was going to feel like inside her. The only things ever to have been there, were her own fingers.

Slowly, gingerly, she started to press up on the vibrator. It felt strange, as if it shouldn’t be there, but at least it didn’t hurt. She had no idea how far it was meant to go inside her, but as she pressed, it seemed to go deeper and deeper. Once, she felt hit touch something inside her, and stopped. But moments later, she was pressing again, feeling it slide ever deeper into her pussy.

It felt a little uncomfortable, but not painful. She twisted it so the switch was at the front, ready for when she had done the rest. She tied her thighs together tightly, to stop the vibrator being able to slide out as she did the rest. Another piece of rope pulled her knees together, and a third stopped her opening her ankles.

She had seen this on the site, and had wanted to try it. Another piece of rope had two slip knots, one on each end. It was long enough so that later, she could get at least one end to her mouth, so she could use her teeth to untie it. Though she would not be able to see it. She passed one slip know over her left wrist, leaving the other end of the rope free, for later. Already standing by the sofa, she picked up the scarf that she started to tie around her head, covering her eyes. She would not be able to see anything after that, but she wouldn’t need to do.

According to the site, it would heighten the experience. Lastly, she lowered herself to the sofa, feeling the vibrator move inside her. It felt a little more uncomfortable, but when she lay flat, the pressure eased again.

Her fingers poised over the switch that would start the vibrator. She didn’t know what to expect from it. She had not even turned it on in her hands. Taking her courage in her hands, she pressed the switch.

Immediately, the thing came to life inside her. It was as if her whole body was being taken on a ride to somewhere new. She flung her head back, as her hips tried to move, as if trying to push the vibrator in and out of her.

Quickly, before she lost the chance, she found the other end of the slip knot, and placed her hand inside it, pulling on the rope to tighten it, her hands now behind her.

It was like no experience she had ever had before. The vibrations inside her pussy were like nothing she had ever felt. Her whole body was reacting to it, not just her pussy. Her head pounded with the blood rushing through her body, she thought it had only been one minute, when her tightness in her stomach exploded between her legs.

She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her like an express train. And still, it wouldn’t stop. Her head was flung from side to side in wanton lust. as the vibrator continued its job, taking her further and further away from the reality she had known less than a day before.

She didn’t know if sex with a guy was the same. She didn’t care. All she cared about was the reactions her body was giving her. The darkness of the blindfold had taken the world away from her. All it had left her with, was what she could feel, not what she could see.

And feel she did. Her stomach churned again and again as the vibrator brought her to the edge of orgasm after orgasm. Not easing hr over, but thrusting her headlong into them. It was incessant, unstoppable, unbelievable.

If her mother had not used the vibrator, then she didn’t know what she was missing.

She felt weak, drained. She could handle no more, but still the vibrator attacked her unmercilessly. It was pleasure, it was torture, it was all she could have wished for, and more than she could handle. And yet, still she made no attempt to bring her hand to her mouth to bring blessed relief from the onslaught.

She was hurting. She could feel the slight pain already, the incessant vibrations did not come without cost. She knew she had to stop it, to get free, but why? This was more than she could have ever hoped for, more than she could handle, and yet. And yet, it was pure agonisingly beautiful and exciting.

Only when the pain became too great for her to take anymore, did she bring her hand to her mouth. It took several painful minutes before her teeth finally released the ropes around her wrist.

Quickly, she pulled the blindfold off, and slipped her fingers between her legs, to stop the vibrator, but not before it had her screaming one last time in euphoric agony.

She lay on the sofa, too weak to complete the release, her hand were free, but her legs still tied, still holding the vibrator inside her. It had stopped, but she could still feel it, deep. She knew she had to get one of her own for Uni.

That, would be her first purchase. Long before books and bedding. It was, after this, number one on her shopping list.

Even as she fell into a deep sleep, the vibrator remained in place. She didn’t have the strength to untie her legs to release it.

It was daylight when she awoke. The sun was streaming though the curtains and she lay on the sofa, her legs still tied. It was only as she began to unti them, that she knew she had left it far too long.

The pain doubled her over as the blood began to rush back into her legs. The circulation hadn’t stopped, but it had been slowed dramatically.  And now  it returned with a vengeance.

Pins and needles in both legs. She tried to stand, but sank to her knees in agony, as the blood continued to rush back into her legs. The vibrator had slipped out as she had stood, and when it hit the floor, had turned itself on, as if to remind her of what she had done.

She remained kneeling by the sofa, hearing the vibrator rattle on the floor, unbelievable pain in both legs.

How she had let it go on for so long, was due only to her not knowing the effects the ropes would have over a prolonged period.  She didn’t know how long the girls on the sites remained tied, she assumed overnight would be okay. But now, she knew better.

For almost half an hour she knelt, unable to stand. Her legs felt cold to the touch, but she knew they were still very much alive. The pins and needles were testament to that fact.

The tears had bee falling  without stop since the pain began, and only now, was it starting to die down.

Her feeling were mixed. The intense orgasms she had felt, the wonderful feeling of being alone with it, and the pain of having left the ropes on for too long.

She knew she had to make choices. Either she stopped tying herself up, or she set herself time limits. As she finally. Found her feet, she sat on the sofa and looked at the ropes, and the vibrator in her hands, which she had only just stopped.

She already knew the answer. And it did not involve stopping tying herself up.

Uni was a week away. Seven days, and she could do what she wanted, in private, and not worry about her family interrupting her.

Uni was going to be fantastic. Of that, she was certain.

Putting her handbag into the boot Suzzanne pressed the key fob twice and the indicators flashed twice and there was an audible clunk as the car locked, she turned and walked across the car park to wards the brightly lit back door to the dental surgery.  As she walked she looked up, the sky was clear and darkening, a few stars were appearing and there was a definite chill in the air. Cars passed the entrance to the car park but hers was the only car visible and there was no one about.  Opening the heavy door she was met by a wall of warm air and she squinted as the bright light hit her eyes.  Suzzanne crossed the waiting room to the reception desk, behind the desk sat a young woman, filing her well manicured nails, and she looked up at Suzzanne and continued to chew her gum. “Hi, Miss Midsummer, I’m here for my quarter to five appointment”.  The woman looked down and tapped on her keyboard, after a few seconds, she answered, “yes I’ve got you here, last appointment today, take a seat please”.  Suzzanne turned, the waiting room was empty, and she walked towards the seat next to the table with the neat piles of magazines. As she sat down the receptionist spoke “I’m afraid it’s not your normal dentist today, he’s unfortunately went sick suddenly this morning but the locum agency where able to send us a replacement really quickly”. “That’s OK” Suzzanne replied “I’m only here for a check up” and she quickly picked up a magazine, she didn’t really want to chat.

Before she could read the front cover a voice called “Suzzanne Midsummer” and she looked up and saw a white smocked dental nurse in the door. As she rose the nurse continued “this way please” and disappeared through the door. Suzzanne followed her down the corridor and saw her disappear through a door at the far end. As Suzzanne entered the surgery she smelt the sharp antiseptic odour and harsh light seemed stronger and brighter than usual, but she dismissed it, she had never been in this treatment room before.

The dentist sat with his back to the door, he was making notes and the nurse gestured Suzzanne towards the dental couch before turning towards the counter top and arranging a group of instrument there. Suzzanne moved to the couch and sat down on it swivelling her legs around and leaning back until she felt he head rest behind her, she wriggled up the chair until she was comfortable crossing her arms across her lap. The dentist was still making notes, she twisted her head briefly, he was sitting behind her right shoulder. The nurse continued to adjust the instruments and Suzzanne noted with some puzzlement that she was wearing high heeled white platform shoes, Suzzanne would have preferred a pair in black or red and as her eyes moved up her legs she noted how short her white dress was and it was very fitted, in fact it was stretched very tightly across the girl’s rounded bottom and as she moved back and forward along the counter top Suzzanne was sure she saw a flash of stocking top!

Suzzanne continued to watch the nurse work fascinated by her attire, the more she watched the more she realised the girl was dressed almost as a caricature of dental nurse, high hells, stockings, short tight dress, plentiful bust, red lipstick and heavy eye makeup, small white cap she hadn’t noticed before was pinned above her blond ponytail which swung from side to side as she moved!  The room was very brightly lit and the light glinted off the instruments she was handling, the instruments looked different, not like she had seen her dentist use before.

Suddenly she was aware of the dentist behind her, he had turned around and was leaning in over her, adjusting the operating light, it flashed across her eyes and she blinked and as she looked up she could see her mouth open automatically in the reflection in the glass. Suzzanne could smell the dentist’s cologne (nice!) and hear his breathing as his latex gloved hand moved across her face, his index finger traced its way across her top front teeth whilst the other hand held the small examination mirror. She rolled her eyes upwards to catch a glimpse of him but apart from dark hair and grey eyes his face was covered by a paper mask.  His hands and fingers moved briskly around her mouth and he spoke in monosyllables in an accent she didn’t recognise as he examined each of her teeth in turn. Suzanne’s eyes strayed back to the nurse, she had turned and was facing the couch, her manicured finger was touching the corner of her slightly open mouth and her gaze was on Suzanne’s legs. Suzzanne crossed her ankles instinctively and there was a brief sizzling sound as her stockinged legs rubbed together. The nurse gave a slight gasp and turned away realising Suzzanne had seen her.

As quickly as it had begun the dentist removed his fingers and instruments from Suzanne’s and started to speak “ You need a filing, I’ll give you a short anaesthetic” and he leant in again this time his left hand moved across Suzanne’s chest and his right hand brought a small clear silicone mask down over her nose. She felt the weight of his arm across her and the mask cover her nose, she want to protest but she his sudden movement had startled her and she had taken a deep breath of the gas.  Her head began to swim and the dentist’s voice sounded far away, she wanted to stop him but she couldn’t raise her arms and as she glanced down she could see the nurse had moved in and was firmly holding her wrists down. The gas was beginning to take hold now and she was aware of consciousness slipping away, the edges of her vision began to go dark and then close in and she watched as she slipped backwards down a narrowing tunnel into darkness……

Suzzanne was aware of the sound of movement but her world was still dark and then slowly the curtains of unconsciousness began to draw back and Suzzanne was again aware of bright lights above her. Her body felt warm all over. As she slowly opened her eyes she saw the ceiling of the treatment room, it was all over! She tried to move, to raise herself up but she seemed fixed to the couch, her arms and legs would not move as awareness returned that changed to could not move!

She lifted her head to identify the obstruction and saw to her astonishment she was held on the couch by wide leather straps.  A three inch wide strap crossed her chest across her shoulders, another crossed her stomach and held her arms by her sides, individual narrower straps fixed each wrist to the couch, a strap across her hips held her pelvis down and straps at her knees and ankles held her legs spread down either edge of the couch. She struggled and noticed her breast wobble!! Christ! She was naked except for her black ups. She looked across and saw he clothes folded neatly on a chair, her shoes placed underneath. She went to cry out but heard only an incomprehensible sound, she tried again!  Everything was happening so fast and as she tried  take on board what had happened, what was happening she realised she was gagged. She looked up into the operating light and saw in the reflection a thick black rubber band covering her lower face and in her mouth she could feel a soft rubber intrusion filling her mouth. As he tongue explored she realised it had a familiar shape!!

Panic gripped her and Suzzanne struggled, tugging and pulling against the restraints that bound her to the couch, but it was clear there was no give or escape. Her breaths came quickly, she was hyperventilating and she fought to regain her composure. Her breathing slowed and she tried to assess her situation. Lifting her head she looked slowly down her body. She had been stripped; her big firm 36D breasts rose and fell with her breathing, her eyes continued down, the strap across her hips prevented her flexing her hips and her legs where spread and she knew that her neatly trimmed pussy would be on display to anyone who cared to look.  More straps covered her stockinged legs and her ankles were fastened to the corner of the couch meaning there was no way she could close her legs to protect herself, she wriggled her nylon clad feet back and forth testing the leg and ankle straps!

She twisted her head round to survey the room; she was alone but could hear unintelligible voices from the corridor and sounds of movement., She struggled again pulling at the wrist straps, nobody knew she was here, she had only booked the appointment that morning and she was going home to an empty house, or was she, what did they plan to do with her?

The nurse walked back into the room ignoring the naked form strapped to the couch, Suzzanne protested through the gag but the nurse moved to the end of the room and proceeded to snap on a pair of clear latex gloves, she then moved to a tall cupboard and unlocked and opened one of the doors, Suzzanne could not get a view inside, but she did not have a good feeling about it.  The dentist also returned closing the treatment room door, Suzzanne felt the panic rising again and fought to maintain her composure, he stood at the foot of the chair and looked his captive up and down, he still wore his mask and Suzzanne blushed as his grey eyes roamed over her body lingering on her breasts and pussy. She could she his eyes smile as he gently nodded his head in appreciation and then she felt it spreading warmth between her legs. She was stripped, gagged and strapped to a dentist chair by 2 strangers and she was getting turned on!   She protested again from behind the gag, pulling at the straps, the dentist just smiled again and moved next to her head and he reached down and as his hand came into view she saw he was holding a black rubber bulb attached to the gag by a length of black tubing. He squeezed the bulb twice and Suzzanne felt the object in her mouth grow bigger and he eyes widened and she moaned loudly again, two more pumps and Suzanne’s cheeks bulged and she realised it was wise to stop complaining.

Suzzanne glanced back at the nurse; she had moved away from the cupboard and was setting up a video camera and tripod to one side of the bottom of the couch looking up along Suzzanne’s prostrate body. My God! Whatever they had in mind they were going to film it and she tugged uselessly at the straps twisting her wrists and ankles all the time aware and ashamed of the felling between her spread thighs. Suzzanne watched the nurse aim the camera and set the focus, it was clear her pussy was centre shot.

The dentist reached down and his gloved hand cupped Suzzanne’s breast squeezing it gently but firmly before his rubber covered thumb and forefinger gripped her nipple and he pinched and pulled it before rolling it between his digits. Suzzanne gasped and tried in vain to arch her back in response to the pain and pleasure he caused her. He watched her reactions and continued to play for a few minutes before his hand began to slide down her body. He let his fingers trail over the soft skin of her stomach until his finger reached her soft neatly trimmed patch. She tried to move away but the straps held her firm. His fingers played for a while in her fur before moving down and gently stroking the lips of her sex. She twisted and turned throwing her head back against the chair and mewling softly into the gag. The Dentist’s focus was clearly between her legs as his fingers slowly parted her sex to expose her soft pink, in a second he would know her secret.  Suzzanne was wet and his finger slid easily along her slit and into her pussy, she blushed red and lay perfectly still. Slowly he circled his finger several times before withdrawing it and holding it up to his face. The latex coated finger glistened with Suzzanne’s excitement. He extended his finger towards the nurse and she nodded with approval. Despite her situation Suzzanne was very aroused, her pussy felt warm and slick and her nipples where proud. Without a change of expression the Dentist moved to the instrument attachments and pulled over a jointed arm so that it was positioned over Suzzanne’s spread thighs. The nurse now returned to the cupboard and returned holding a chrome object around 8 inches long with the diameter of coke bottle, the sides of the device were made up of deep vertical ridges and the top was rounded and blunt. Suzzanne knew instantly what is was and pulled against her restraints, now she realised why they were so tight. The Nurse handed the device to the dentist who attached it with a loud click to the end of the jointed arm; the device pointing obscenely towards Suzanne’s spread wet sex.

The nurse now came alongside the bound woman and bent forward to attach a device to each of her pink nipples. The devices like little chromes domes had a clip inside that locked tightly over the nipples pulling the dome down against the skin. Suzzanne wriggled but could not prevent the clips from biting her nipples and she let out a little moan.

The dentist now manipulated the arm until the device was now pointing up between Suzzanne’s thigh and he gently edged it forward until the blunt tip touched her glistening pussy, he waited a second and gradually began to push the device into her. Suzzanne lifted her head and could she the shiny object that was pushing against her, she tried to say no and she shook her head, but he was focused on his task and ignored her plaintive moans. Slowly the blunt tip parted her pink sex and then easily slid into her filling her pussy. Suzzanne was fully aware as it stretched her and she could feel the deep ridges as it slid it to the hilt and she jumped as it hit the top of her vault. The dentist now tightened up the joint to firmly fix the arm and device in place and she could see the look in his eye as he admired his handy work the thick chrome object surrounded by her stretched pink lips.

Now they both stepped back and the nurse moved behind the camera and Suzzanne say the little record recording light flick on and she felt a surge of warmth. Next the dentist adjusted a dial on the control console and pressed a small button. Suzzanne jumped as the nipple devices began to emit small electric shock to her breast felling like small pricking bites.  She started to struggle tugging at the wrist straps and the dentist leant forward and gave 2 quick pumps on the gag and upped the shocks through her nipples, she stopped moving trying to resist the conflicting sensation she was feeling.

Returning to his console the dentist adjusted several controls before pressing another button and suddenly Suzzanne felt a reaction from the device filling her pussy. It didn’t vibrate but she was aware of waves of sensations penetrating deeply into her pussy, thighs, buttocks and stomach. She instinctively tried to flex her hips and to thrust against the device but she was too tightly restrained. I was a very strange felling but immensely pleasurable and she felt her response building rolling her head back and squeezing her eyes shut going with the waves of pleasure then she remembered what was happening and tried to resist, grunting into the gag and trying the push the device out. The dentist moved a dial and the intensity of the sensations increased and her resistance crumbled and instead of struggling her body began to move gently and slowly writhing in the straps as she made low mewing sounds through the gag. All the time the camera recorded her pleasure and knowing this only heightened her arousal.

Slowly the waves of pleasure build until her mind was spinning as the first orgasm swept over her , Suzzanne twisted and turned grunting and mewling until after a minute or so it subsided and she lay loosely in the straps all resistance gone.

Deliberately the Dentist twisted the dial up a notch and Suzanne’s eyes snapped open and looked pleadingly at him. Her pussy was now very sensitive and her sex was pink and engorged around the device, her clitoris poking from between the folds but the stimulation continued the deep penetrating waves of pleasure and the sharp biting nipple shocks. Quickly Suzzanne felt her next orgasm building; sweat now glistened on her top lip and between her breasts. She looked at the nurse who continued to stand impassively behind the camera. What was it with these two she though, I’m bound and naked, helpless too their will and being forced to come and they show no signs of anything!!

Then the next orgasm crashed over her and she strained upwards against the straps and would have screamed if not for the inflated latex filling her mouth, instead she produced a long guttural moan before slumping back into the couch spent.

Again he re adjusted the control and as Suzzanne felt the change she tried to say no shaking her head but she got no response from her tormentors. So that was their plan they were going to orgasm her to death and film her demise. This time as the sensation coursed through her body the pleasure was mixed with discomfort as her over stimulated sex complained. Beads of sweat no formed on her skin and the couch between her thighs demonstrated a growing puddle as her juices trickled down between her buttocks.

Suzzanne’s third orgasm came quickly now and was a painful as pleasurable, her body squirming and twisting, her eyes rolling back in her head, she moaned low and long into the gag clenching her fists and holding her breath until it passed. Her eyes where glazed now , her awareness of what was going on around her diminished, she lifted her head and met the eyes of the dentist his hand hovering over the console ready to move to the next level before he head flopped back and rolled to the side.

Suzzanne was cold and it was dark. As her senses returned she realised she was sitting slumped in the driver seat of her car in the car park. Cars rumbled by in the road and she quickly looked towards the surgery now in total darkness. The clock said 9.36. What had just happened?

“I will pick you up from your hotel room at 8pm. From there we will stop for dinner and then on to the club for some great music, hot dancing and drinks. But first, I want to make you aware of the little gift that will be waiting for you when you check into your hotel tomorrow. I won’t disclose the contents of the package yet. All you need to know is that I picked out everything it contains just for you. When I arrive at your room tomorrow evening I want you to be wearing EVERYTHING that is contained in the package. And I mean EVERYTHING. No questions asked and don’t wear anything that isn’t inside the box.”

Sure enough…I had read the email correctly. My mind raced trying to figure out what would be waiting for me at my hotel. We had been planning this trip for weeks now. I was going to take a small vacation and fly over to spend the weekend with you. Unbeknownst to me, it seemed as if you already had everything planned out. Of course I was giddy with anticipation, but the thought of the ‘gift’ kept nagging at me. Finally, I sighed in defeat, deciding to try and forget about the gift and just focus on getting all my things packed and sending you one last email to let you know I had received your instructions.

The next afternoon I strode into the office of the hotel, jet-lagged and having completely forgot about the package. I smiled wearily at the desk clerk as I signed in. The smile freezing on my lips as she sat a rather large plain brown box on the counter in front of me. The box. How could I have forgotten about the box!

“Room 135 Ma’am. Take the elevator to the second floor and it’s down on your right.” The clerk’s words jerked me out of my stupor.

“Thank you.” I managed to mutter, before grabbing my key card and the box and making my way quickly to my room.

Once inside the small, yet tidy, room…I dropped my belongings on the bed and went to phone you and let you know I had made it to the hotel okay.

“Hello?” You answered in a deep husky voice.

“Brian? This is Shayna. I just wanted to let you know I finally arrived here at the hotel and I’m getting settled as we speak.” My voice sounded cracked and nervous. Did he think so too? Did he think I was having second thoughts about meeting?

“That is great!” You replied. “Did you receive the package, then?” I could hear the slight amused tone in your words this time and it definitely gave me room to pause.

“I…umm…yes. Yes, I got it. But I haven’t opened it yet.” I was sure I was acting a stuttering fool now. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

“Good. Don’t forget what I said. Wear it all tonight. Don’t leave a single thing out, because if you do then I will know.” Your tone had changed from amusement to a flat stern one.

“Okay, I will. See you at 8 sharp.” And that ended our conversation.

I sat there on the edge of the bed with the discreet box at my side, still unopened. After taking several deep calming breaths I began to tear at the tape to reveal the contents. The first object I encountered was a small 2oz bottle of Astroglide lubricant. What on earth…I wondered as I then spotted the second object. My eyes widened in shock and it all became clear. Laying there before me was a very large butt plug. I continued to search through the box and then found a little purple butterfly vibrator. But wait…didn’t those things come with a remote? There was definitely no remote to be found inside this box of tricks. Instead, I pulled out the last few items…all clothing. This had to be the sluttiest outfit I had ever seen. A simple pair of black stockings w/ matching garter belts, a very short black skirt and a skimpy white blouse. This? This is what you want me to wear tonight? I am appalled at how slutty I will look, yet at the same time the idea totally turns me on.

I glance up at the clock and see that it is already 5pm. If I am to be ready and waiting for you by 8 then I needed to hurry. I very quickly arrange the items from the box on the bed before heading to the bathroom for a shower. 30 minutes later I step out of the steam filled bathroom smelling of lavender and sporting a freshly shaved pussy. Still wrapped in the bath towel, I dry and style my hair as fast as possible…constantly aware of the time ticking away. As the time of your arrival gets closer and closer I find my pulse quickening and a familiar heat begin to spread between my thighs in anticipation of our night together. Turning toward the bed, I drop the towel and pick up the large butt plug. 5″ long and 2″ in diameter at it’s widest point. I am so eager to have the plug filling my ass, I almost forget the lube! I lay across the bed on my side. Opening up the bottle of lube, I squirt a fair sized amount onto two of my fingers before gently massaging the liquid into my asshole. First one finger, then two begin to probe my tight little hole…trying to work in as much lube as possible. I then set to thoroughly coating the plug with the lube as well. Once satisfied that I will be good and slippery, I begin to insert the large butt plug into my ass. Breathing deeply and trying to relax as the plug gets larger and larger the more it slides into my ass. Finally, with a nice ‘pop’ sound it is completely inside and “T” shaped bottom is the only part protruding between my butt cheeks. I sit up very slowly, letting my body become accustomed to the fullness in my ass. I then grab the butterfly vibrator and spreading my long shapely legs wide, press it firmly into place against my clit.

Last but not least, I rise from the bed and begin to don the clothing that you have chosen for me. I glance up at the clock while rolling the garter belts up to keep the stockings in place…noticing it is already 7:15. My belly does a little flip-flop as I realize you will be here in less than an hour! I pull the skirt up over my hips next and realize just how slutty you wish me to look tonight. The skirt is short. So short that it barely covers my ass and if I move just the right way, you can catch a peek of garter belt. My slow deliberate movements keep me constantly aware of the plug filling my ass, causing me to squirm involuntarily. I then reach for the shirt, only to pause in wonder. There is no bra…no panties. I struggle with this new revelation for a few moments before deciding against wearing any. You did state that I was to only wear what was in the box, afterall. Grinning to myself, I pull the shirt over my head…careful to not mess up my hair in the process. The blouse has a very deep plunging neckline and it fits very snugly. My full breasts press firmly against the soft fabric and I blush slightly as I can see the shape of my small brown nipples through the cloth.

I then turn my attentions to applying my make-up. Not too much. Just a thin coat of foundation…light earthy tones and a pretty pink lip gloss. Then, just as I am doing some final touch ups to my hair I hear a loud rapping on my door. I freeze completely and my whole body tenses. You are here. Taking one final look in the mirror and breathing deeply, I walk over to the door and let you in. Your eyes roam over my body from head to toe as you take a few steps into the room and shut the door behind you.

After a few moments of ogling over my appearance, You smile the most arrogant yet charming smile I have ever seen and then I hear that sexy deep voice again. “I see you followed my directions.” You then glance down to my thighs. “But did you follow ALL of my directions?” And before I can reply, I see you pull a small remote control out of your pocket and push a tiny button. The intense wave of pleasure that vibrates against my clit causes me to yelp in surprise. You then begin to chuckle before pressing the button again to turn off the butterfly vibe. I have only a moment’s respite before you speak again. “Present your ass to me so I can see if you did as you were told, slut.”

I blush profusely but never hesitate at your command. Turning quickly, I bend over at the waist and tug my skirt up to reveal my bare ass to you. I can hear you move closer to me and then I feel your large warm hand slide casually down the middle of my ass…pausing at the plug to give it a little push, causing a moan to escape my lips as I push back against your hand. I hear you chuckle once again and then feel the tiny sharp pain as you pinch my left butt cheek and tell me to stand up once again. “Let’s go, my little fuck toy. I am very proud that you followed my directions, but we still have a very busy night ahead of us.” And with that we were on our way out the door and on the way to the restaurant.

We arrived at the restaurant minutes later, having conversed casually in the car about my flight and your day. The waiter directed us to a nice semi-secluded booth and after he took our drink orders and left, you leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Lean forward and pull your skirt up so that when you sit back down your bare ass will be pressed against the cold seat. And when you do, tell me how it feels to have that plug drilling your ass.”

I stared at you for a moment in shock. A tight commanding squeeze of your hand on my thigh told me I had better do as you instructed. I nervously glanced around the restaurant and discreetly tilted myself forward enough to tug my skirt up. The coldness of the booth against my butt cheeks caused me to gasp as I leaned back down into my seat. The plug pressing even harder into my asshole, causing me to squirm a little. I knew my pussy had to be soaked with all this teasing. As a matter of fact, I could feel the moisture of my juices begin to coat my labia. Another tight squeeze on my thigh reminded me that I was supposed to explain these things to you.

I leaned as close as possible to you and whispered low. “It feels so good with this big plug in my ass. I feel the slightest movement and the longer it stays in, the wetter my pussy gets.”

You smiled approvingly at my words. Just then the waiter returned with our drinks and stood ready to take our order.

“Oh! But I haven’t even had a chance to look at the menu yet.” The words stumbled out of my mouth.

“That is okay, sweetie.” You said. “I will order for both of us.” And with that I felt that sudden pulsing of the clit vibrator as it began to work it’s magic on my pussy. I jumped and let out a little squeak…then a louder yelp as the jump caused the plug to shove hard against my ass. The whole time you gave our order I was sitting at your side squirming and trying to hold my composure. The waiter didn’t seem to notice my predicament and just when I thought I couldn’t handle the pleasure anymore, you pushed the button again and the vibrations ceased. I sighed with relief, yet my clit was swollen and throbbing with desire.

Just as I thought you couldn’t get more daring, your hand found it’s way to my thigh once again. Your fingers pressed against my flesh and you whispered quietly. “Part your legs for me, slut. Don’t worry. No one can see you from under the table cloth.” And with your reassurance I followed your instructions. Leaning back in my seat…my thighs parted eagerly against your touch. Your fingers found their way to my wet pussy lips and you tugged the butterfly vibe free and just tossed it on the floor at our feet. Before I had time to comment, you quickly plunged two fingers into my soaked pussy….fingering and exploring my inner walls. I began to moan and rock forward against your hand and then back again, pushing the plug against my ass. You continued your ministrations, teasing and fucking my pussy with your fingers the whole time we were waiting on our food. Just as I was about to explode in orgasm, you roughly pulled your fingers from within my dripping cunt and smiled up at the waiter who had returned with our order. My face was flushed with pleasure and I dared not look up at the waiter for fear he would realize what exactly was going on beneath that table cloth. The rest of the meal progressed and finished without another ‘incident’ and as we got up to leave, I smoothed my skirt back down over my hips and glanced down where I had been sitting. I knew it before I even looked at the booth. Right there on the seat was a small spot of liquid where my juices had dripped from within my pussy. You took my arm though and guided me back to the car where we then headed for the club.

Once inside, you grabbed us some drinks from the bar and we made our way out onto the dance floor. The music was loud, the tempo was hard and fast and I was loving every minute of it. The place was packed with hot and sweaty couples grinding against each other in the most sexually explicit way possible. After about an hour of dancing, we had both worked up quite a sweat. You grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the darkest corner of the club. I looked up at you questioningly but couldn’t make out your words as you tried to tell me something. You had picked a spot right behind one of the blaring speakers and the only thing I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my breast. Finally, you grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and hauled me up close to your face. Your lips a mere breath away from my ear. I heard you plainly that time. “I want to fuck you now, my little slut!” I could feel the hardness between your thighs growing and pressing hard against my navel. “I’ve teased you all night! And I can’t wait any longer! I need to screw my dirty little fuck toy right here…right now!!” And with that you proceeded to hike up my skirt until it was bunched up around my waist. I looked around us nervously…just knowing that any of the people dancing a few feet away from us could see what we were doing.

You, on the other hand, were oblivious to anything other than your rock hard cock as you freed it from your pants and lifting me up in your arms again, you shoved me hard against the wall before impaling my sopping wet pussy with your thick rod. My arms instinctively went up to your shoulders for support and I screamed out in pleasure as both your cock and the plug were both buried deeply into me. Using the wall behind us for leverage, you then turned your attention to my breasts by completely ripping the front of my blouse away from my flesh. Your hands slid back down to my ass…nails digging deep into my skin while your lips lay claim to my already erect nipples. I tossed my head back and continued to moan and squirm against you. After a minute or two, you finally began to pump your cock in and out of my cunt. Each thrust caused me to scream out in pleasure. You continued to fuck my pussy good and hard…the music blaring on around us. Then unexpectedly, you wrapped your hand in my hair and jerked my head forward…pulling my face down to within inches of your own. You then whispered breathlessly. “Cum with me, my slut. Cum with me now while I shoot my hot load deep into your cunt!” Before I could scream again in ecstasy your lips came crushing down on mine and we began to kiss…long…hard…deep…passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around your neck and felt my pussy and ass muscles begin to contract in orgasm. Not a moment later I felt the first spurt of your cum gush into my pussy. There we stood…pushed back against the wall, fucking each other’s brains out and cumming hard together. Finally, panting hard and dripping sweat, you dropped me down on the floor once more and dragged me to the door of the club. I was so overcome with lust that I failed to notice that my skirt was still up around my waist and my torn blouse did nothing to cover my breasts.

We finally made it back to your car where you shoved me down over the hood of the vehicle and kicked my legs out wide. I felt your fingers take hold of the “T” shaped base of the plug and then I felt the depressing emptiness as you jerked it free from my ass. I knew what you were going to do…and I wanted it so bad. I don’t know where the plug went. I didn’t care. All I knew was that within seconds you had your cock buried to the hilt deep into my ass. I began to scream and moan again in pleasure. I could hear your low guttural grunts as you pounded hard into my ass. My pussy and breasts were grinding hard against the cold metal of the car hood and once again I felt myself begin to climax. Only this time, you didn’t cum with me. You just kept pounding my ass unbelievably hard and unbelievably fast. I was amazed at your stamina and before I knew it, I had cum two more times!! Then, finally, I felt your cock begin to tighten and twitch as you jerked my hips back one final time and filled my ass with another load of hot cum. Moments later you pulled out of my ass and I felt you shove the plug back into place…holding your cum deep in my ass. I stood up on wavering legs and turned around to face you. I don’t think either of us knew the right words to express how we felt about what had just transpired. I straightened myself up as best as possible and you drove me back to my hotel room. We walked to my door and I leaned up and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Thank you so much.” I smiled coyly.

You just grinned that arrogant charming grin and said. “You’re welcome, my slut. You better get a good night sleep though because tonight was nothing compared to what I have in store for you tomorrow.” Then you winked and strode out the door.

To be continued…