CHAPTER 1
The door of the cell opened slowly. Beneath the full latex hood which covered
his head Michael blushed deeply. As he knelt on the soft carpet, naked, chained,
and at the mercy of the unknown woman entering the room, the knowledge that he
himself had locked the shackles about his own wrists and ankles made the
humiliation complete. The woman who walked into the room was young maybe 21 or
22 and with short red hair, he had seen her face in the party but now she looked
very different. The elegant black cocktail dress and court shoes were replaced
with thigh high stiletto boots, tight black leather shorts and a studded leather
bra. In place of the elegant sequined bag she had at the party she held in her
hands a short many stranded whip. Michael's erection which had been subsiding
sprang full erect. They stared at each other for a few moments, both man and
woman breathing hard. Moving forward and squatting down in front of him she ran
her gloved hand along the inside of his leg, Michael gasped as she slowly drew
it back along the length of his shaft and then pulled back his foreskin. "You're
mine" She whispered. The game had started a week earlier at a party Michael had
attended. The couple who gave the party were the publishers of one of the less
sleazy fetish magazines on the market. Quite by chance he had met the husband
David at a business convention and had exchanged business cards. They struck up
a conversation and Michael admitted that he was an occasional buyer of his
magazine. "Your one of us then" said David. "Hardly" Replied Michael "None of my
girlfriends have been into the scene, and none have been that willing to indulge
me." The conversation strayed back onto more mundane subjects, but before it
ended Michael had an invitation to a cocktail party at their house. "Don't
worry" David said as they parted "The dress code is strictly normal, most of our
friends are very conventional" Michael arrived late at the house and found the
party in full swing. While he was he was chatting with people he played a game
with himself trying to identify those people who were into the scene and those
who were not. With the exception of the odd one or two who were of a more
bizarre appearance, Michael found it impossible to tell. Every thing was quite
normal until near the end of the evening he found himself in a corner with Ruth,
David's wife. "David tells me that you share our interests" She said in a low
voice. Michael blushed. He explained again his situation. "If you are
interested" she said "I could arrange a little introduction to the scene for
you. Not with David and myself I might add. We are strictly monogamous these
days" Michael was so shocked by what Ruth had just said, he could say nothing.
"I do have some girlfriends though who are into this sort of thing. They are
always looking for new converts to play their games. If you like" She said "I'll
give one of them your name. They are very responsible and safe, but quite
purvey." A stuttered "Yes please err thank you" was all that Michael could reply
"Good I'll give her you name and address then. I must admit I do get a terrific
buzz out of arranging these sorts of things." As she walked back into the centre
of the room she turned smiling and said "So nice to have met you Michael" The
party finally ended and Michael returned home. For the next two days his mind
was completely preoccupied with his short conversation with Ruth. Each time the
telephone rang his heart raced. The suspense was finally broken on the Wednesday
morning when a hand written letter landed on his door mat. With fevered
excitement Michael tore open the envelop, inside was a short letter and attached
to it a key. Dear Michael Ruth spoke to me after the party and I understand that
you want to take part in a game. I was at the party but unfortunately we did not
get a chance to talk to each other. Though maybe that is for the best as it can
some times inhibit the role play. The key I have enclosed with the letter if for
the front door of my house, the address is at the top of the letter. Arrive at
the house at 8pm this Saturday and use the key to let yourself in. There will be
instructions for what to do next in an envelope stuck to the hall mirror. I do
need to know by Saturday your waist measurement taken from just above the
pelvis, could you post it to me please? I look forward to meeting you Kay P.S.
The game we will play involves acting out a fantasy. It is not real life, but if
you are to fully experience it you must be prepare to let go of yourself. The
remainder of the week took an age to pass but finally Saturday night came and
Michael drove to the address on the letter. It was one of the rougher parts of
the city but considered quite trendy by those people who lived there. The street
in which he parked was lined with large Victorian houses most of which had seen
better days. The house in question was at the end of a small cul-de-sac and
seemed isolated from the rest of the street. Taking the key out of his pocket
Michael walked up the path towards the front door. The only light he could see
was the hall light shining through the stained glass of the door. Taking a deep
breath he turned the key in the lock. "At least this is the right house" thought
Michael as he stepped into the hall. The space was large and furnished with oak
tables and chairs which matched the period of the house perfectly. By the door
was a large table with a mirror behind it and attached to the mirror by tape was
an envelope with Michael's name on it. He took the envelope and opened it, the
message inside read: Dear Michael In the game that you are about to play we make
the rules. Our first rule is that you will follow every instruction we give you
without question or hesitation. If you fail in any way to carry out our orders
we will punish you in what ever way we feel appropriate. For the duration of the
game you will submit yourself totally to those who command you. We will allow
you to stop the game at any time by saying the safe word "Green", but once the
game has been stopped it can not be restarted. If you can not accept then rules
then you should leave now. The main part of the game will commence at 10pm. My
first order is for you to strip, place your clothes in the basket by the mirror
and take the stairs to the basement, you will find more instructions there. The
letter was signed with a single "K". For all of his adult life Michael had
fantasized about just such an encounter but now it was really happening he
didn't know if he could go through with it. He looked at his watch, it was 10
minutes past eight, his hand was trembling. For what seemed an eternity Michael
stood in the hall as fear and desire fought for control of his body. More than
once he started towards the front door, but each time something held him back
from leaving. Finally he took off his coat and started to unbutton his shirt.
The basement consisted of a long corridor with several doors along its length.
The nearer doors were closed, but the farthest door was ajar and light from the
room beyond spilled into the corridor. Next to the door was a small table with a
Victorian wash basin and water jug. Conscious of his nakedness and terrified
that someone would see him he walked up the passage towards the door. The floor
was covered in a thick grey carpet which absorbed all sound. Reaching the door
he saw another envelope pinned to it. He opened it and read the letter.
Congratulations Michael Not everyone who has entered this house has passed the
first test. The room that you are standing by will become your cell. In the cell
is a "present" for you but before we will let you open your gift we first
require that you wash yourself with the soap and water we have provided. Once
you are clean you will enter your cell making sure that you close the door
behind you. You should be aware that the door when closed cannot be opened from
the inside. Once you have locked yourself in the cell you may then open your
present. Inside the box are instructions for what to do next, be sure that you
follow then exactly and in the order specified. From now on we forbid you from
touching yourself sexually or giving yourself pleasure in any way. K. Standing
in the corridor he sponged his body with the soap and water from the jug. The
water in the jug was tepid and Michael started to shiver despite the warmth of
the corridor. He did not know if this was due to the coolness of the water or
the mounting excitement that he was feeling. When he had finished washing
himself, he toweled himself dry. He entered the cell. It was not large and
immediately his eye was drawn to the St Andrew's cross fixed to the opposite
wall. It was larger than a man and made from thick heavy timber with strong
leather and steel shackles attached to the extremities. Next to it, hanging from
a hook in the wall, was an evil looking long black leather whip. Michael felt a
hot flush on his face and his hand involuntarily moved to stroke his erect
member. Without thinking his other hand reached for the door and swung it
closed. The click of the lock brought Michael abruptly out of his trance. For a
moment panic seized him, he swung around his hands desperately trying to find a
door handle that was not there. Gradually the panic subsided. He looked at his
image in the mirror that was fixed to the back of the door. He realized that
there could be no turning back now. He was now committed to playing the game.
The room had only one other piece of furniture a comfortable leather armchair
placed in the corner near the door. Michael smiled to himself thinking that it
was very unlikely that the chair had been placed there for his comfort. In the
centre of the room was his "present". It was a large box brightly wrapped with
paper and tied with a large silver ribbon, above it hanging from the ceiling and
ending about three feet from the floor was a heavy chain with an open padlock at
the end. He knelt in front of the box, with trembling hands untied the bow and
lifted off the lid of the box. The inside of the box was packed with white
tissue paper and on top was a another envelope this time there was no name
written on it. He packed it up and opened the letter. Slave That is what you now
are. You have given yourself freely to us and in return we will abuse,
humiliate, and if we so desire, rape you. You will remain our slave until dawn
tomorrow and which point we will return your dignity. Until then your only
escape is to use your safe word, but be warned if you use this word the game
will end immediately and we will not allow you to take part again. You will now
open your "present". In the box is a hood, slave collar, and steel restraints,
when you have unpacked them you will place the packing materials and this letter
out of the way behind the armchair. You will then in the following order: 1.
Place the hood over you head, there are holes for eyes, nose, and mouth. 2.
Buckle the slave collar around your neck ensuring that it is close fit. 3. Fix
the belt of the harness around you waist. 4. You will then pull the smaller belt
between your legs and attach the free end to the front of the waist belt. 5. You
will lock your ankles into the leg irons. 6. Your will take the chain hanging
from the ceiling and lock it to your slave collar. 7. Finally you will place you
hands behind your back and lock the hand cuffs about them. You will wait on our
pleasure. K. He had to read the letter several times, his mind refusing to
comprehend the words on the page. This was his darkest fantasy come to life. He
was about to throw away every rational ideal that he held sacred to become the
plaything of a complete stranger who in turn would repay that trust by
humiliating and abusing him. But this was his fantasy and Michael new he had no
option but to continue with it. Removing the first layer of tissue paper he
found a black latex hood which he took out and placed on the floor beside him.
Beneath several more layers was the slave collar which was made of heavy black
leather and fitted with a number of D-rings. As he lifted it out his hand felt
something hard and heavy under the final layers of tissue. With trepidation he
removed the last of the packing. The final item in the box was a stainless steel
harness of great complexity. The device consisted of a wide steel belt designed
to go around the waist. The belt was made up of many small steel plates hinged
together, a lining of soft leather prevented skin from being caught in the
multitude of joints. Attached to the middle of the belt was a much thinner strap
(but of the same construction) which was designed to pass between the legs. Just
above the where this strap joined the waist belt and attached to the belt by a
steel staple were a pair of heavy gauge handcuffs. At one end of the waist belt
there was a rectangular steel plate with slots designed to take the opposite end
of the belt and the central strap. There was no release catch on the plate, but
in the centre was a small keyhole. Michael knew that once he had locked the belt
about himself only the person who possessed the key would be able to remove it.
But this was not all, one third of the way down the middle strap was fixed a
large anal plug and further along still the strap was replaced by a metal ring
designed to pass over and encircle the scrotum. Attached to the anal plug by a
flexible joint was a four inch steel rod which itself was attached by another
joint to the middle of an eighteen inch spreader bar. At either end of the bar
were leather lined steel cuffs. When locked into place the person would be
forced into a kneeling position the spreader bar forcing their knees and ankles
apart. The short rod connecting the spreader bar to the harness would prevent
the captive from relaxing in that position. While the flexible links would allow
some movement, any movement made would cause the plug to move inside of the
captive, a constant and humiliating reminder of the slaves predicament. As
instructed he gathered up the tissue paper and place them together with the
letter and ribbon into the box. He placed it out of sight behind the armchair.
Returning to the centre of the room he picked up the latex hood. With some
difficulty Michael pulled the mask over his head and adjusted it so that he
could see out of the eye holes. Looking at himself in the mirror he was shocked
by the transformation it made. At a stroke he was no longer a person. The eyes,
nose, and mouth were visible through the holes in the hood but the humanity was
gone. The slave collar was wide and difficult to buckle but after several tries
he managed to fit it correctly. The addition of the salve collar only added to
his loss of dignity. All that remained now was the harness. Kneeling down again,
he picked up the harness and placed it around his waist. He now new why she had
wanted his waist measurement, the belt was a perfect fit. There was an audible
click as the other end of the belt snapped into the front plate. Michael pulled
the belt but it was locked firmly into place, nor could he slip the belt over
his hips, the fit was indeed perfect. Reaching between his legs he grabbed the
middle strap with his other hand he guided the anal pug to its destination. The
pug was smeared with Vaseline and after a few seconds Michael felt the strange
sensation as it slipped into him. Bring the strap further round he threaded his
penis and scrotum through the steel ring. Finally he inserted the free end of
the strap into the slot in the front plate and heard the click as it locked into
place. Adjusting his position he palace one of the steel cuff about his ankle.
The workmanship of the leg restraint was exquisite, the locking mechanism and
hinge were contained within the thick stainless steel band which encircled the
ankle. The cuff itself was attached to the spreader bar by a ball joint, thus
allowing some lateral movement of the feet while keeping them spread apart. The
lock was stiff and the position awkward, it was several seconds before Michael
heard the "click" of it closing about him. As he positioned himself to lock the
second cuff about his other ankle he felt the plug move within him sending
strange sensations through his body as it caressed him. With the other ankle
locked in place he looked at himself in he mirror, a wave of humiliation washed
over him as the naked faceless slave looked back but he also felt a strange
sexual trill which continued to grow. Transfixed by is own image he reached
behind his head and by touch alone found the chain and locked it to a D-ring in
the collar. There was one thing left to do. With his body trembling
uncontrollably as a result of the heady emotions that were in control of him, he
brought his arms down and behind his back. He let out a low moan as he locked
the cold steel bracelets about his wrists. His head slumped forward but was
caught by the chain attached to the ceiling. In response he tried to rise off
his knees but the harness only allowed a few inches of movement. He felt the
dildo move inside of him and was overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to
masturbate but has hand were now securely locked behind him. He struggled for
several minutes as his emotions raced out of control. Alternating between rage
and sobbing he fought his bonds until exhaustion forced him to stop. Finally a
calmness came over him, he had entered into this game freely, he would see it
through. Adjusting his position to one more comfortable he waited. Kneeling
alone in the cell Michael lost all sense of time, the absence of any external
stimulus made it impossible for him to track the minutes as they slipped by. His
brain told him that he had at most an hour to wait before·., before what?. As he
was pondering this thought he heard the sound of movement upstairs. The calmness
he had felt evaporated, his body once again began to shake. Wild thoughts raced
about his mind. What if this had been a cruel practical joke and he had some how
been tricked into entering an unsuspecting family's home. He wanted to cry, he
had never felt so helpless terrified and out of control before in his life. He
raised his eyes from the floor, the slave in the mirror stared back. For a
moment he looked at himself in abject despair, then he saw the black beams of
the St Andrews cross behind him and he let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of
terror that he might be the victim of a cruel practical joke left him, whoever
owned this house was very much a part of this game. His feelings of utter
helplessness and venerability would not disappear so easily, he still had no
idea what was to happen to him. He stared at the door expecting every second for
it to open, but nothing. Another age passed as Michael waited for what ever was
to happen to him, and then without warning he heard the sound of a key in his
cell door The door of the cell opened slowly. Beneath the latex hood Michael
blushed deeply. As he knelt on the soft carpet, naked, chained, and at the mercy
of the unknown woman entering the room, the knowledge that he himself had locked
the shackles about his own wrists and ankles made the humiliation complete. The
woman who walked into the room was young, maybe 21 or 22, and with short red
hair. He had seen her face in the party but now she looked very different. The
elegant black cocktail dress and court shoes were replaced with thigh high
stiletto boots, tight black leather shorts and a studded leather bra. In place
of the elegant sequined bag she had at the party she held in her hands a short
many stranded whip. Michael's erection which had been subsiding sprang full
erect. Michael could hardly control himself, his mind was awash with so many
powerful and conflicting emotions. They stared at each other for a few moments,
both man and woman breathing hard. Moving forward and squatting down in front of
him she ran her gloved hand along the inside of his leg, Michael gasped as she
slowly drew it back along the length of his shaft and then pulled back his
foreskin. "You're mine" She whispered. As she continued to stroke Michael's
penis he tried to move his body in time with her hand. She gave him a cruel
smile but did not stop. His breathe came in short gasps. "Please." He whispered.
She immediately stopped and glared at him. "I did not give you permission to
speak. You will be punished for this." She laughed "But I am glad your not he
strong silent type, we like to hear our slaves beg a little" She stood up and
started to walk around him. "My friends upstairs are impatient to meet you. But
before I take you to them I think that we should get to know each other first."
Michael felt a tug on the chain attached to his slave collar, a click as the
padlock was opened, and then freedom. She walked back into his line of vision.
She stood just in front of the cell door her legs apart, in one hand she held
the whip, the other stroked the inside of her thigh. Looking up at her he felt
he would explode with desire. "My name is Wanda, you will address me as
Mistress" "Yes Mistress" Michael whispered. "Now kiss my feet slave" Michael
crawled forward on his knees, for a moment he gazed up at his Venus in black
leather and then bent down. He lightly kissed the toe of her boot and then again
and again, he was kissing every part of the foot with a passion he had rarely
experienced. Above him he heard Wanda laugh. "This is too good to waste". The
foot was removed. With his head still bowed to the floor Michael saw Wanda walk
over to the armchair and pick up a braided leather dog lead and a thin riding
crop. Turning to face Michael she let the lead dangle in her hand "Here doggy,
come to Wanda" He crawled towards her, she reached down and clipped the lead to
the D-ring at the front of his collar. She sat down in the armchair, letting a
leg drape over one of the arms. In one hand she held the lead attached to
Michael's collar, in the other she held the riding crop. "Kiss me here" She
said, indicating the end of the stiletto heel with the crop. As she did this she
pulled Michael towards her with the lead. His lips encircled the end of the 4
inch heel, then slowly worked their way along its length. "Now here" As she
indicated with the crop a part of the boot further up her leg. Slowly Wanda
directed Michael's attentions along her calf. After a while she let go of the
lead and dropped the crop to the floor, commanding Michael by voice alone. For
his part Michael was enraptured, he now wanted nothing more than to be the slave
of this woman. As he knelt in front of her he felt the dildo move inside of him
each time he moved to kiss a new place. After a while he started to flex his
knees to enhance and prolong the sensations. Wanda saw this and laughed. "You
are a hot little slut, aren't you. I never said you could do that. In a little
while you will be groveling at our feet, begging for mercy as we prepare your
punishment for these disobediences". Michael let out a half moan half gasp as
she finished speaking. She slumped further down in the chair and draped her
other leg over the opposite arm of the chair. "Now kiss my inner thigh, and be
delicate or you will feel my whip". As he brushed his lips and tongue over her
smooth white skin he heard the sound of a zip being opened. "Now lets see how
good you are at giving pleasure to your mistress" Michael stopped kissing her
thigh and looked up at Wanda. She was laying back in the chair her legs spread
wide. The zip to her black leather shorts was open almost splitting the garment
in two. At the very centre lay the mound of pubic hair. In her hands she held
once again the short many stranded whip. With a cruel voice she said "You had
better not disappoint me, slave" "Yes Mistress" he whispered as he brought his
head down to what was now the very centre of his universe. As he worked his
tongue inside her he could hear the rhythm of her breathing slowly change. Her
body began to rock back and forth. Several times he felt the sting of the whip
across his back together with the order "Faster" or "Higher up". Her breath came
in short gasps. Suddenly the rhythm of her movements changed , her body
convulsed and she let out several strangled cries as the orgasm hit her. Finally
in no more than a whisper she ordered Michael "Enough". Michael knelt upright
and looked and his mistress, although he had not climaxed he felt he had shared
in his mistress pleasure. He had been with his mistress for less than half an
hour yet he now could imagine no other situation. She lay back in the chair
saying nothing her eyes closed. After laying there for several minutes Wanda
rose from the chair. Michael crawled back to let his mistress rise. She walk
around behind Michael, when she came into view again she had regained her former
visage. "If you continue to perform like that tonight we might even consider
letting you share in this pleasure. But of course you will have to beg for the
privilege first." She laughed "Now I think that maybe it is time that I
introduced you to my friends." She picked up the lead and giving a little tug
led Michael out of the cell.
CHAPTER 2
Michael's descent of the stairs into the basement two hours earlier had been so
mundane an event as to bear not a moments consideration. Yes, the circumstance
in which he descended would remain burned in his conciseness for many years to
come, but the mechanics of the action? No. His legs knew what to do and simply
went ahead and did it. Climbing the stairs in his present state would be a
different matter altogether. He was naked, his hands manacled behind his back to
a steel harness which passed around his waist and between his legs. The harness
held in place an anal plug which was thrust deep inside of him, its presence a
constant reminder of his humiliating state. His ankles were locked apart to
either end of a spreader bar, the centre of which was connected by a short rod
to the plug. He could not walk or rise from his knees, he could however crawl.
Which was what he was doing now. His only garment, if it could be called that,
was a black latex hood which covered his head and a heavy leather collar around
his neck. But these items merely added to his sense of humiliation telling who
ever should command him that this is a plaything, a slave who can be used and
abused at will. The woman who held the other end of the dog lead attached to his
collar, and who was taking delight in his humiliating passage along the
corridor, had done just that a few minutes earlier. Her name was Wanda and her
garb of black leather and stiletto boots only amplified the sense of domination
and complete control that she had over him. The short whip she held in her hand
sent a terrible thrill through his body each time he caught sight of it. He
reached the bottom of the stairs, He was already beginning to sweat from the
exertion of his passage along the corridor and he could feel the beads of
perspiration beginning to roll down his naked body. Wanda knelt behind him and
pressing herself against him she started to rubs her hand over his chest, and
then down between his legs, and finally his penis. Her hand lightly stroked his
shaft sending waves of pleasure through his body, Michael could not contain
himself, he gasped and moaned and begged Wanda not to stop. "Ooh baby, you are a
hot little thing, we haven't even started with you yet." She cooed. Michael
could feel the pressure building inside of him. He heard Wanda's voice laughing
and teasing him as it became plainly obvious to her the effect that she was
having on him. Michael felt his face go red beneath the mask. Then without
warning she stopped. She stood in front of him, her legs apart, pulling hard on
the lead she forced his head to look up at her. The playful mocking voice had
gone. "Up the stairs slave. Now!" Wanda commanded. The ascent of the basement
staircase was torture and seemed never ending. With his hands chained behind his
back and to the harness he could not balance properly and would have fallen
backwards more than once had Wanda not saved him by pulling hard on his lead.
The spreader bar between his legs made it almost impossible to lift them so
forcing him to lean forward using his head and chin to help support his body.
All the time Wanda would stand over him alternating between chastisement and
teasing. "Faster slave, I haven't got all night." She said, as she brought the
whip down on his exposed behind. All Michael could do was gasp a futile "Please
Mistress." As he struggled on. Worse was when she teased him. She would stand
behind him and run her hand between his legs, grabbing hold of the dildo, she
would mock him. "Did you enjoy putting this inside you, you little slut?" And
"Did you enjoy chaining yourself naked so we could abuse you.". He felt the
waves of humiliation wash over him each time she said something, but he also
felt his desire and need for Wanda grow stronger. As he neared the top of the
stairs Wanda sat down on the top step, and holding the lead to his slave collar
she spread her legs wide. With one hand she stared to undo the zip of her shorts
and began rubbing herself between her legs. In a low voice she beckoned to
Michael. "I need you baby, I need you now, come to Wanda, I want your tongue
inside of me." Michael felt he would explode with uncontrollable desire. His
efforts to reach her became frantic, he could hear Wanda laughing as he
struggled up the few remaining steps. His head was now inches from her, just one
more effort and he could bury his face in her mound of soft hair. But just as
she reached her she stood up, the prize was cruelly taken out of his reach. "Too
slow, salve." She chastised him. He knelt at the top of the stairs panting,
sweat was running from his body. He could hear the low murmur of voices from the
room across the hall. Wanda looked down at him, her voice taking on a softer
tone. "We can't have you being introduced to my friends in this state can we."
From a carton on a table she took a handful of baby wipes and started to rub him
down. He felt the cool sensation of the moist tissue on his body. He began to
regain his breath. He felt like a child being washed by its mother, his desire
for Wanda was now tempered by something softer, an emotion that seemed so out of
place given his present situation. She stood in front of him and in a quiet
voice said "Thank you for coming Michael." She lent forward and taking his head
in her hands kissed him gently on the lips. Without another word, she stood up
and taking the lead in her hands led him to the nearby double doors. With a
flourish she flung the doors open. "Ladies, I give you our entertainment for the
night." Michael immediately fell under the gaze of the three other woman in the
room. As he knelt there naked and chained in the presence of these strangers the
child like emotions that he had felt evaporated and humiliation once again took
control of him. The eldest of the three looked down at Michael and spoke "So
nice to finally meet you Michael. I am Mistress Kay." She was standing in the
middle of the room. She was older than Wanda possibly over 40 and her face had a
southern European look to it, her hair was long and full. Her figure was
classical in its proportions, wide hips, thin waist, and a full bust. Her
elegant figure was enhanced still further by her apparel. Like Wanda she was
wearing stiletto boots but in her case they where shorter more elegant, ending
just below her knee. She wore black stockings which continued up her leg almost
to the top of her thigh. They were held in place by suspenders which, in turn,
were attached to a leather corset. The corset was without doubt the most
beautiful and erotic piece of clothing that Michael had ever seen. The leather
was black and completely matt in appearance, he could see the lines of the
stitching as they followed the curves of Kay's body. The lower hem of the corset
was lined with a black fur and cut high at the hips to enhance her figure. The
waist was pulled in tight, and between her legs Michael thought he could just
see the ends of the laces dangling . The top of the garment which constrained
and molded her breasts was also trimmed with the same fur like material. The
line of the corset dipped ever so slightly between her breasts to subtly focus
the eye on her cleavage. Her shoulders and arms were bare but on her hands she
wore delicate black kid skin gloves which just covered her wrists. The effect
combined elegant sophistication, a blatant sexuality, and a presence of power
and authority which Michael found awe inspiring. "Please Michael, there is no
need to get up." The other woman laughed and Michael felt his sense of
humiliation reach new depths. He bowed his head. "You have already met Wanda,
but I would like to introduce you to my friend Angel." Angel was the exception
in the room. Whilst for the other women, leather was the dominant theme, whether
it was the classical sophistication of Kay or in the brash arrogance of Wanda.
For Angel it was clothes of shinning rubber. She wore black patent leather
stiletto shoes on her feet. Her legs were encased in black latex stockings which
molded themselves to the contours of her body and shined with a brilliance. Her
dress was flame red, short and cut low in the bust, a zip ran down the front of
it. Michael could just glimpse from under the dress her black rubber brassiere.
She wore long black gloves, almost the full length of her arms. But the thing
that held Michael's gaze was her face. She had very short hair and a pale
angular face which was heightened by her use of makeup. Her eyes were swept up
and back, she looked like a devil. "Why she chose that name I will never know,
it seems so inappropriate don't you think." Angel returned a knowing smile. "And
finally I should like you to meet my slave Daniella." Daniella sat near the feet
of her mistress. Unlike Michael whose bondage was extreme and degrading,
Daniella's was by comparison merely symbolic. Where Michael was naked and forced
to kneel his legs spread wide exposing himself to the gaze of the women,
Daniella sat with her legs together by her side. She wore leg irons, but the
chain between them was long and would not impede her normal movement. Her feet
were bare and she wore no stockings, she did however wear a very short loose
fitting soft leather skirt and a short leather corset which just covered her
nipples. She wore nothing about her head or neck, unlike Michael who was forced
to wear a full latex hood and heavy slave collar. Her arms were bare and joint
together at the wrist by a pair of handcuffs. She gazed at Michael with a hunger
and intensity he found quite unnerving. "There now, that is the introductions
out of the way." She paused. And then in a voice that struck Michael to the very
soul she said "Now slave, you have five seconds to prostrate your self in front
of me and worship you Mistress" As fast as he could move, Michael crawled across
the floor. But it was not fast enough. He heard Wanda's voice behind him,
"Pathetic, slave" And then he felt the spike of her stiletto boot hit him in the
back, propelling him forward. He landed on his stomach a short distance from
Kay's boot. His feet and hands were now effectively hog tied behind him, he
could hardly move. Wriggling on his stomach he crawled the last few inches to
Kay's boot, all the time the laughter of the Women lashing him like a whip. He
started to kiss and lick the boot." "You were too slow slave, you must be
punished" Said Kay standing over him, her voice had an edge to it that sent a
terrible thrill through his body. Michael began to beg "No mistress please." But
Kay ignored him. "How should he punish him ladies? I was thinking that made we
should fix him to the post and let Daniella have some fun with him." "He was
very disrespectful to me down stairs" He heard Wanda say "I should like to watch
him being humiliated some more" He saw Angel watching him with a quizzical
expression. "Its is agreed then." Kay said, and then addressing Michael said in
a cruel voice said "Get up off your stomach slave," As try as he might, Michael
could not raise himself to his knees, the spreader bar was forcing his knees
apart so he could not roll onto his back or raise himself from his prostrate
position. He felt the sting of Kay's whip as it struck his back. "I said on your
knees slave." Michael cried out as he felt the lash. "Please mistress I cannot."
He felt hands on his body as Wanda as Angel pulled him upright. He was exhausted
from the effort, and he found that his head was rested against Angels thigh. He
looked up at her as she gazed down at him. She caressed his head with her gloved
hand, pressing it into her body. She held him there for a moment. And then
releasing Michael's head she stood back and addressed him for the first time.
"Do you like me slave?" she said in a quiet voice. "Yes Mistress" Michael
whispered back. "I can see that my poor naked slave" She replied looking at
Michael erect penis. Michael felt a flush beneath his mask. "Would you like to
kiss me?" She said. "Here?" Indicating her thigh a few inches above the hem of
her latex skirt. "Or maybe here?" She added stroking her crotch. Michael was
speechless, once again he felt the waves of uncontrollable desire course through
his body. As he knelt before her, naked, his feet and hands cruelly chained into
this humiliating posture she reached down and started to open the zip of her
skirt. Michael was transfixed, the room was completely silent. As she slowly
opened the zip so the latex dress peeled back from her body. He gasped as eyes
caught a glimpse of her bare thigh above the latex stockings. He heard her voice
say. "What would you give me to let you kiss me?" "Anything." Was Michael's
gasped reply. He was trying to lean forward, he felt the dildo slide within him.
The zip was now half way up the dress. He heard the question again. "What would
you give me to let you kiss me?" The zip stopped moving. Michael was beside
himself with desire. He blurted out "My body, do with it what you will" The zip
was closed. "Fool slave, we can already do with you what we will, you will have
to think of something better next time. Lock him to the post please Wanda" Wanda
gave the lead a hard tug and Michael crawled towards her. The post was wooden,
about five feet high and fixed to a heavy base. Reaching the post she ordered
him to kneel with his back against it. She walked behind him. He felt Wanda's
hand under his chin pulling him upward. He shifted his position from kneeling to
squatting as he tried to raise his head in accordance with her wishes. The anal
plug which he was forced to wear as part of his humiliation and which was attach
to the spreader bar began to resist his upward movement. His hands brushed
against an object, a thick metal bar running through the post, and grabbed hold
of it to help steady himself. Just as he could move up no higher he heard a
metallic click by his ear and Wanda's hand was removed from under his chin.
Michael tried to lower himself back into a kneeling position but found he could
not, his collar was now locked somehow to the post forcing him to maintain the
squatting position. The surprise of this almost caused him to loose his balance
and for a moment he felt the collar tug painfully at his neck as he tried to
adjust his posture. His was now trapped. He watched in silence as the three
women who were responsible for his humiliation sat down in chairs about the
room. He could see that they were enjoying his predicament but for how long
would they leave him like this, Michael's legs and arms were already beginning
to get tired. After a short time Kay beckoned Daniella over to her chair. She
walked over to her mistress and knelt in front of her, without any word being
spoken she raised her handcuffed wrists up to her as if in supplication. With a
key that was lying on a the table next to her, Kay unlocked Daniella's handcuffs
and removed them from her. Dianiella bend down and lightly kissed the toe of her
mistress's boot. She raised herself to her feet and turning walked towards
Michael. He was awe struck by the look of lust on here face. Behind her he heard
Kay say "Under no circumstance must he cum. I give you permission to climax, but
remember there is a price to pay for this privilege " Michael could not think
what that price might be. As she walked towards Michael her hand reached over
and picked up a small silver bottle from the table. She knelt down in front of
Michael, placing the bottle on the floor next to him. They looked at each other
for a few moments, Michael could feel the tension in the room increase.
Michael's legs and arms were beginning to hurt from having to hold himself in
this uncomfortable position. His erection was hard, almost painful, and the
slightest tremor or movement of his body caused the dildo to slide within him.
She reached forward and began to run her hands over his chest. His total
inability to move coupled with the tension in his body seemed to heighten his
sensitivity to her touch. He let out a few involuntary moans as he felt her
hands move lower down his body. His breathing began to come in short gasps as
lightly stoked her hands between his legs and along the erect shaft of his
penis. Michael tried desperately to move his body to turn the maddening caress
into something more substantive. His manacled hands tightly grasped the bar
behind him as he tried to press his erection against her hands as she continued
to stroke him. But it was futile, what little movement he found possible only
succeeded in making the dildo slide inside of him, heightening yet further his
sexual frustration. He could see his tormentors sitting in their comfortable
chairs smiling at his humiliation. Daniella stopped her maddening caress and
stood in front of Michael. She was close to him, the top of her corset was
inches from his face. Slowly she began to unclip the hooks that held the garment
together at the font. He could hardly control himself as inch by inch the corset
began to reveal the pale flesh beneath it. The last hook was undone and Daniella
let the corset fall to the floor behind her. One of her erect nipples brushed
against the latex of Michael's mask and he moved his head trying to capture it
in his lips, but with a smile she kept it just out of his reach. Her hands now
move down her body to the side of her skirt, Michael's gaze following their
every move. In an instant she had undone the clasp holding it together and it
slid off her body. She was now totally naked, underneath the skirt she wore
neither panties nor G-string. She knelt down again in front of him, she was much
closer now, he could feel the end of his penis brush against her stomach. She
picked up the bottle and poured some of the contents into her hands, it was oil.
He felt the coolness of the oil as it touched his flesh and then her hand
gliding effortless over his body. More oil was poured and soon the upper part of
his body was covered with the slippery glistening liquid. Daniella moved to one
side and started to spread the oil over his legs and thighs. Forming her hand
into a cup she filled it with oil and then with both hand grasped his penis
moving them rapidly up and down his shaft and between his legs. The sensation
was almost more than Michael could bear, his legs and arms now ached from this
unnatural position he was forced into but the only sensation he could feel was
Daniella's hand bringing him ever slow slowly to the climax that he now craved
more than any thing in the world. His body jerked uncontrollably as she stroked
and caressed him, between gasps and moans he repeated the word "Please·.
Please·" begging Daniella not to stop. He could see now that the other women had
stopped laughing and were looking at him intently, Wanda had unzipped her shorts
and was stoking her self. Michael felt no humiliation now, he had passed through
that phase. As he squatted naked and chained against the post. He could imaging
no other state than to be the sexual slave of the three woman seated in front of
him. Daniella stopped caressing Michael and stood up, she swung one of her legs
over his thighs, straddling him. Her body was now pressed against his and
Michael could see that it too was glistening with a thin film of the oil. She
began to lower herself. Michael could feel her smooth body slip and slide
effortlessly over his. He pressed his lips against her flesh as it slid passed,
he could taste the oil on his tongue. The bottom of her thighs touched the top
of his and he could feel his penis rubbing against her pubic hair. He could feel
her weight pressing down on him, he did not know how long he could remain in
this position with her additional weight on him. With her hands she grasped a
bar running through the post at about the same height as Michael's collar and to
his relief he found the pressure on his thighs lessen. She began to move her
body against his in slow circular motions, using the bar to pull herself against
Michael. He could feel her nipples pressed against his chest and the sensation
of his penis brushing between her legs. Her groin was now pressed against the
strap of the belt and she was rubbing it up and down. Her breathing become more
labored and she began to cry out and her need increased. Their lips met and
suddenly her tongue was inside his mouth, she was kissing him with a passion
that he had rarely experienced before. One of her hands slid down his body and
grasping his penis guided it inside of her. Michael closed his eyes he could
feel the pressure building inside of him. Daniella movement became more rapid,
she was holding the bar with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other.
Michael could sense her nearing the climax. He was so near himself, but his
immobility meant that he could not push himself to reach that point of no return
and to experience the explosion of pressure that was building up in side of him.
No longer caring about what the women might think of him he begged Daniella,
between kisses, to make him cum. The pain in his legs was almost unbearable but
still he found the strength to try to thrust his body into Daniella's to make
his climax happen. It was futile, the chains that held him in this cruel
position were too tight, he was at the total mercy of the woman who was using
him to merely satisfy her own desires. And then the motion of her Daniella's
changed, he could feel the orgasm rushing through her body. He looked at her
face inches from his own and could see the lust and desire change to pleasure
and contentment. After a few moments she raised herself from his body and
Michael felt his penis leave her inner recesses. He could not believe that it
was over. He cried out. "No·. Please·. Don't stop·.. I need·.." His voice
trailed off. He began to cry. He suddenly felt very tired, his legs and arms
could no longer hold him in this tortuous position. He felt the collar bite into
his neck as his knees buckled. He heard Mistress Kay's voice. "Quickly Wanda.
Release his collar before he hurts himself." Within a few seconds he felt the
collar detach from the pole and he slumped forward onto his knees. Daniella was
standing a few feet away from him, he did not have the strength to lift his
head. He started to crawl towards here with the intention of kissing her feet
and begging her to make him cum. But before he could move more than a few inches
he heard Kay's voice again. "So Daniella, did you enjoy him? I think somehow
that you did. But I said there was a price to pay and now you must be prepared
to pay it. Take her downstairs Wanda." Michael looked up to see Wanda
handcuffing Daniella hands behind her back and then pushing her out of the room.
Michael looked back to see Kay staring down at him. "You look tired Michael, and
the night is still young. I think that maybe you need a rest to regain your
strength." With that she reached down and taking the dog lead attached to his
collar she lead him to another corner of the room.
CHAPTER 3
Darkness and silence. Michael lay face down on the low bed, his legs stretched
and spread wide, reviling in their new found freedom. He did not know for how
long he had lain there, maybe an hour, possibly more. His hands were still
handcuffed to the steel harness but now they lay restfully across his back. The
memory of them straining to support the weight of his body as the women
humiliated and abused him was slowly receding. Every now and then he would move
his legs to a new position, enjoying the sensation of the cool sheets against
his skin. The women had removed his ability to see, touch was now his main
method of communication with the outside world. After the ordeal of the post
they had been gentle with him. First they blindfolded him, a second hood this
time made of heavy leather had been place over his head covering his eyes and
ears. The sounds from the room became muffled. A hand touched his ankle he could
feel the cuff moving against his leg, then it came free. He started to rise on
his knees, to get some movement in his stiff joints but a hand on his shoulder
gently pushed him back down. He acquiesced. The same hand was now working on his
other ankle and within a few seconds he felt the other cuff open and his legs
were now finally free of the cruel spreader bar. The hand that had just held him
down now lightly took his upper arm and guided him to a standing position. His
knees and ankles were stiff from the enforced position in which they had been
set and the transition from kneeling to standing was not altogether a steady
one. But there were hands either side of him to guide and support him. The
spreader bar was still attached to the harness strap which ran between his legs
and he could now feel it brushing against his upper thigh. The hands, there must
have been at least three pairs he thought, indicating the return of Wanda,
gently guided his legs apart. He felt a hand lightly stroke his penis, which was
still slick with oil, bringing it back to full erect. For an instant he felt a
woman lips caress its tip, sending a wave of pleasure though his body. His
earlier passion and need had now subsided to be replaced by something more
tranquil. His inability to see his mistresses, dressed so provocatively in their
clothes of leather and rubber, somehow deadened the feelings of humiliation he
had earlier felt. Michael knew that they still stood before him in their black
stiletto boots, holding the whips that symbolized their power over him. He also
knew that he was their slave, the harness cutting deep between his legs would
not let him forget this fact. But with out the power of sight to contrasted
their power with his own naked and chained helplessness, it all seemed distant.
He felt hands again on his body. He blushed ever so slightly as he felt them
touching and pulling the anal plug to which the spreader bar was attached. His
body now belonged to these three women who until tonight he had never met
before. No part of him was sacrosanct, they could touch him anywhere, do
anything to him, and he was powerless to prevent it. None of his previous
girlfriends had ever taken him so for granted before. The safe word, his one
escape from this, was buried deep in his consciousness and was not considered
for an instant. He felt rather than heard a click, and then the spreader bar
came away from the harness. He was now free of the device that caused him the
greatest shame, to be forced to kneel exposing his sex to the gaze of his
mistresses. Towels now came into contact with his skin as they began to rub the
oil from his body. At intervals he would feel a hand stroking his penis and
whenever this happened he would moan gently with pleasure. They finished their
task without a word being spoken. He then felt someone take the lead attached to
his slave collar. A slight tug indicated that he was to be led, he followed
trusting that they would not let him trip up. He was led into the hall, hands
took hold of his arms and guided him to the stairs. They continued to hold and
support him as he climbed the stair, he could feel Wanda's and Angels bodies
pressed against his as they ascended in the narrow space. Wanda's hand, now
gloved again, was resting against his lower back. As they slowly climbed the
stairs the hand began to trace a path down his back, it was soon resting on his
left buttock. With deliberate motion she slid her hand down further between his
legs and then back up forcing her fingers into the crack between his legs. The
shock of this invasion caused Michael to stop his ascent, but only for an
instant. A sharp tug on the lead reminded Michael who was in charge and he
continued to climb the stairs. The invading hand, however, remained in place the
tips of its fingers lightly caressing the end of his anal plug. Wanda gave him a
quick squeeze of her hand just to let him know that she was full aware of the
effect that she has having on him. His erection was rock hard. On the landing
his bare feet sensed a change in the floor covering and he guessed that he was
being lead into another room. "If you need to go, now is your chance" He heard
Wanda's voice close to his ear. Michael did need to go, his bladder was filling
up and if he did not urinate soon it would start to become painful. But to do it
here while chained and naked in font of three strangers would pile humiliation
upon humiliation, he did not believe for an instant that they would unchain him
and allow him the dignity of doing it in private. He couldn't speak, he could
only nod his head to express his need. A hand grasped the shaft of his penis and
guided it into, what felt like, a hard plastic container. His penis was still
hard and he was forced to lean forward, squatting slightly with his legs apart
to allow his member to be guided down into it. Wanda's hand took this
opportunity to continue with its exploration of the strap running between his
legs. Michael let out a strangled moan as he released his muscles and a stream
of liquid left his body. He hung his head in shame as he heard the muffled
laughter of he woman taking their pleasure from his humiliation. He finished. He
felt his penis being removed from the bottle and the end being wiped with
something soft. Wanda's hand finally abandoned it humiliating caress. A tug on
the lead on his slave collar indicated that this was not his final resting
place. He walked forward but after a few steps his toes came up against
something hard. The hands were again on his shoulder pushing him forward and
down, he started to kneel, something soft but firm touched his leg and Michael
realized that this must be a bed. He knelt on it. The hand still continued to
push him down and he allowed himself to lie prone on the bed. The lead tugged
forward but before he could crawl forward he sensed it being tied to the end of
the bed. He experimentally tried to move his head back and found that this was
indeed the case. He heard the muffled sound of people leaving and the door of
the room closing, he guessed that he was alone. He felt tired but not sleepy,
Michael wondered how long he would be left here. In the darkness and silence he
lost track of time. Michael's body rested but his mind was active. Every thing
that had happened before this evening was a dim memory but the events of the
last few hours burned like fire in his brain. Over and over again his mind
replayed the events of the evening, he had never before experienced such an
intense arousal nor one that had lasted for such a long time. Gradually his mind
began to filter the images that swirled around him until a single one remained.
The one image that now dominated his thoughts was the sight of Kay towering over
him as he knelt in front of her. He imagined her pushing him back, pressing
herself against him, wrapping her legs around his body. He felt in his mind the
soft touch of her leather corset against his naked body and the sharp pain of
the stilettos as they pressed into his thighs. He imagined her lips hungry and
passionate as they covered his mouth and then her hand exploring and caressing
his body, driving his excitement still higher. Finally he saw her hand reaching
down and grasping his penis guiding it deep inside of her. He could see clearly
in his mind the sight of himself kneeling naked and chained, his body arched
back and his mistress astride him. He imagined her thrusting down on him, one
hand holding his lead like the reigns of a hose bringing them both towards
climax. He wanted to touch himself badly, but his hands were chained uselessly
behind his back, all he could do was rub himself against the bed Then without
warning he felt a gloved hand touch him between the legs. The shock was so
sudden that it caused him to squirm violently. As the terror of the unexpected
event wore off Michael realized that this was the opening shot in some new
humiliation that they had dreamed up for him. Who ever had touched him must have
been watching him trying to make love to an empty bed. He curled in to a fetal
position, the old emotions of fear desire and shame once again regaining control
of his body. But he was not to be left alone. A sharp tug on his lead and the
sting of a whip across his behind forced him to his feet. No sooner had he risen
than a tug downward on the lead sent him to his knees. He felt hands on his
head, loosening the mask that covered his eyes and ears. It came free. Michael
looked up at the shining latex covered body of Angel as she stood before him
holding his lead in her hand. "What were you doing on the bed Michael? And more
importantly which of us were you thinking about?" She smiled. Beneath the thin
latex mask which still covered his head Michael blushed. He could not bring
himself to answer the question and at the same time could not refuse. "I·. I was
thinking of Kay·.. What she would do to me." Michael stammered. "Am I to take it
then that I was not a part of this fantasy" Angel replied. "Do you not find me
attractive enough then?" "No. you are beautiful." Michael whispered "Or maybe I
have not been cruel enough towards you. Tell me Michael do you like being abused
and humiliated?" "Yes. You know I do" He whispered "Then I suppose you should
lick my shoes." Michael bent forward and pressed his face to Angle's shoe and
began to kiss and caress it with his tongue. After a few minutes he heard
Angle's voice above him. "Enough slave. I am bored of this. I think maybe it is
time to change the rules a little" Michael returned to the kneeling position and
look up at Angel not understanding what she was saying. She bend down brushing
her hand over Michael's latex covered head. She took hold of the lead where it
was attach to his slave collar and unclipped it. She coiled up the lead in her
hand and then threw it on the bed. Then in a softer voice she addressed Michael
again. "Do you like my body Michael? Does it turn you on?" "Yes Mistress." "What
would you give me to have fifteen minutes with this body" She ran her gloved
hands down the curves of her breasts and hips. Michael was spellbound. "To have
the same power over it as I now have over you." "What would you give me
Michael?" Michael was dumb struck. Suddenly from being his tormentor this woman
was now offering to be his slave. But what could he give her? He was kneeling
before her completely naked his hands chained behind his back, what could he
offer. Was this some form of cruel joke. "Maybe you would like to see some more
of the product on offer?" She smiled. Her hand reached to the zip at the bottom
of her short red latex dress and began to open it. Slowly the dress parted and
Michael once again glimpsed the sight of bare thigh above her black latex
stocking. But this time the zip did not stop moving. The dress parted still more
to revel that she wore no panties underneath. Michael stared the mound of black
hair between her legs. Finally the zip reached the neckline of the dress and the
garment slid off her shoulders onto the floor, now a lifeless scrap of rubber.
She now stood before Michael almost naked. She still wore a back rubber brassier
but it had large holes in the centre of each cup exposing her nipples which were
hard and erect. Around her waist she wore a black latex suspender belt attached
to her latex stockings, but that was all. "What is fifteen minutes with this
worth Michael?" "Please Mistress, I have nothing to give you·.. I am you salve."
Angel did not appear to hear Michael and carried on talking. "I will tie myself
over there" She said, indicating a large wooden frame in the corner of the room
with cuffs attached at each corner. "My legs and arms will be spread wide apart.
I will be completely helpless and at your mercy. You could rape me Michael,
abuse me, make me beg for your touch. But before you can do this you must make
me a gift of the one thing that is still your own." Then the realization struck
Michael. The one thing that he still had which they did not own was his safe
word. They wanted him to give up his one exit from the game, to submit himself
totally to them. He looked up at Angel. "Think of it Michael, you can take
revenge for the humiliations we have heaped on you. For fifteen minutes I will
cease to be your mistress and become your slave. Would you like to see me as a
slut, writhing at you touch. My nipples are very sensitive, you could drive me
wild just by caressing them." With out knowing why Michael got up from his knees
and walked towards Angel, their bodies touched. He could feel her hard nipples
pressed against his skin. It was now her turn to look up at him. "Give up you
safe work Michael" She kissed his chest while sliding her hands over his body.
Slowly she sank to her knees, brushing her lips against his torso. She took his
penis in one hand while the other cradled and stroked his scrotum. She blew
gentry on the tip as slowly she pulled back his foreskin. Michael closed his
eyes. He felt her tongue explore the tip of his penis, sending shivers down his
body, and then her lips encircling him as she drew him into her mouth. She
started to move her head back and forth as she sucked sending waves of pleasure
through his body, while her hands caressed and stroked the tender areas between
his legs. Michael just stood, his eyes shut, reveling in the sensations flowing
through his body. But like every other torment the had devised for him she
stopped just short of him climaxing leaving him wild with desire. He stood his
eyes tight shut his mind racing with contradictory desires. When he opened his
eyes she was standing in the centre of the frame attaching leather cuffs to her
wrists and ankles. Cords ran from the cuffs to reels in each corner of the
frame, when the legs and arms were spread apart the reels would take up the
slack cord but the ratchets on each device would not allow the cord back out.
She would indeed be totally helpless and at his mercy. She looked up at Michael.
"Tell me you give up your safe word Michael and I'll be your slave" Michael had
no choice, his need and desire was too strong. "I give up my safe word." And
then a stronger voice. "Now spread your legs for me slave" She tugged on the
cords, releasing the return mechanism that would draw them back onto the reel.
With the reels now taking up the slack Angel began extended her arms upward and
out
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