Part I

Only £200 for a bondage slave? Steve looked at the auction item on the web site! They can’t be
serious. It must be a mistake. They can’t sell slaves over the Internet. Mind you, anything is possible these days. You read of far too much going on where people have been auctioned off, but that is usually some fantasy story the papers make up to sell their papers surely? But the reserve price had not been met yet! There was still another 2 days to go before the auction ended. It must be a misprint. Probably an original erotic painting or something! But the £200 had been there for the last 5 days.

Steve decided it must be students having a prank! Perhaps he would have a laugh at their expense. Maybe not, it all depended on how he feels before the deadline of the auction. But he could not get it out of his mind. The picture of the young woman was worth the £200. If it was a life size painting of her struggling in her severe bondage, it would be a lovely picture to have to cover the tear in the wallpaper that he could not be bothered to repair.

He had lost interest when Cheryl, his girlfriend of 3 years walked out on him. She had found someone else. Another girl. He never realized she was bisexual. Maybe he ignored the signs. Never mind it was all over now.

Steve went to bed dreaming about the girl in the ropes standing at the bottom of his bed pleading through her gag that he should release her. He gave a wicked smile and told her not to be so silly, he would release her when he was ready and not before! Steve woke up to find for the first time in a long time, he had cum in his sleep. “What a dream!” he thought, I must have that one again tonight!” He stripped the duvet off of his bed and the sheets and put the sheets in the washing machine. He would look after that tonight! He would have to leave the bed until he got home from work as well, but at least the bed would be aired!

Today was his last day at work. His firm had closed down and he was left to finalize the closure. It was unfair that the directors had made millions through the workers hard work and made even more on the site of the factory. But that is progress. The land is wanted for modern apartments! They would probably cost more than he could afford even if he was still working. Ever since they announced the Olympic Games were to be held in the area in 2012, every piece of land was required for apartments. He thought they would soon be putting a raft over the canal the way they were going on at it!

Steve went to work, but could not concentrate over that picture of the girl in the ropes. “I would keep her in the ropes and make her do every wish I wanted” he thought! Every time he went to empty the filing cabinets in the office, his thoughts went back to her. He could still see her struggling in his mind!

By the end of the day, he could not wait to get home and look at the picture once again. Perhaps he should copy and paste it onto a page in Word, that way he would always have something to help him relieve himself! He had seen many pictures in magazines and on the Internet of women all tied up, but never one quite like this. For some reason it did it for him. Her naked slim athletic body held in check by the severe bonds, bent double in one picture as if she was ready for packaging!

Steve was lucky. He had paid for his house and with the money he had got for redundancy he never had to work again, although he would to save his mind from going completely out of control! Mind you, with the girl all neatly tied up, he would not need much to keep him occupied! He imagined her tied up tightly having to struggle to get his meals. And he smiled to himself as he thought of the lovely task of smacking her ass!

He locked up the door to the factory for the last time and gave the key to the security at the gate. Steve jumped into his car and rushed home. He was all eager now to make a bid for the girl. He rushed indoors and turned on his laptop once more. He could not be bothered to do a meal for himself. He had to look at that picture once more. Perhaps he could copy it and put it as wallpaper on his laptop! Then every time he turned it on, it would turn him on.

He made a coffee while the laptop was warming up. It was so slow, but it saved space and did not look so bad as a mass of bits and pieces of the desktop machine he used to have.

Sitting at his desk, he watched as the laptop burst into life. He could not wait much longer. He wanted to know if the price had gone up on that picture. He was losing his temper with the laptop. If it took much longer the girl would be gone!

Eventually it let him open it up and turn on the Internet. There she was £250 now. A bit dear, but he could afford it for such a lovely painting! It would certainly give him a conversation piece, and it would go nice in his house! Especially as he had completely transformed it from a modest 3 up 2 down detached house into a really modern place. All lights and curtains controlled by remotes. The photo light cells on the roof cost him enough, but it gave him a surplus of electricity to get on with!

Steve stared at the girl. The picture looked real. He thought that the painter was lucky to have found her for such a willing model. Her pleading eyes trying to ask for release and the gag from stopping her asking outright really turned him on! He wondered who the lucky chap in her life was! Would she do bondage with him? Or with the winner of the picture!

He looked at the picture again. It was not a painting. It was a photo of an oil painting, but if that was the case, it was too dear for a photo. Perhaps there would be an oil painting that was on sale. He looked at the picture and shot off a question to the seller. “Is it just the photograph or a painting we are bidding on? The description is not precise enough!”

Back came the reply, “You are not bidding for a photograph! Good luck in your bidding!” Steve looked at it. £255 and there is still 18 hours to go. Steve decided to go to the gym and turned off the laptop and picked up his sports bag. All the way to the gym he kept thinking about her. Even in the gym, some of the others said he looked a bit vacant that night. He snapped out of it and gave the excuse he was thinking about starting his own shop up. He would sell computers!

Steve went for a meal afterwards and went home to look at the sight of the girl. He wondered who was the captive or the captor. She was tied up, but he was captured by her looks and the extremely neat rope work! It must have taken ages to have done. She must have been willing for the bondage session!

Next day with only 5 minutes to go, Steve got the laptop working at full strength! He thought he might have a joke bid on the picture but he had left things until the last minute before and found his laptop had not connected in time to make a bid. There she was pleading for him to make a bid for her so he could become her master!

It was still £255 with £30 delivery! That seemed a lot for post and packaging, but it must be for insurance, which in view of the nature and beauty of the picture was worth every penny of it!

Steve looked at it. Should he make a bid or not. As Shakespeare once wrote, “To bid or not to bid. That is the question!” Blow it. He had to spend his money somehow. He deserved a treat with the bad luck of the closure of the factory. As manager there, he worked with a lot of girls and had some very close relationships with them. That is why his girlfriend moved out!

Steve looked at the “Make a bid” button, and hit it. Up came the words, “Please enter your bid!” Steve put £280. He affirmed this and watched with interest as the closing time got closer and closer. Eventually it said, “Congratulations, you have won item 66288521”

Steve was over the moon and paid through the chosen method of payment. He sent his address and added the £30 required for post and packaging! Now all he had to do is work out where the best place to hang the picture. Over the tear in the wallpaper or near the fireplace? He decided to wait until it arrived!

Three days later, there was ring at the doorbell. “Mr. Newman? We have a parcel for you!” The man went back to the van and Steve saw the crate being lowered by the hydraulic lift at the back of it. The men put it onto a trolley and wheeled it up to his front door. He gave them £10 and they put it into the passage, just behind the front door for him!

Now he had to open the crate. He wondered what was in it! He got his claw hammer and pulled the top of the crate open. He stood back in amazement. It was not a painting. It was the girl, naked, gagged, all tied up and asleep. Steve undid the straps that held her in and lifted her out of the crate.

He scooped her up and carried her into the front room and set her down on the floor. The girl was sound asleep as if she was drugged. Steve untied the ropes, removed the gag and laid her on the sofa and covered her with a blanket that he kept spare for when he goes camping! He did not know whether telephone for the police or the doctor. But he thought that would land him in it for buying a person over the Internet!

It was 3 hours later that the girl woke up. “W-w-where am I?” Steve told her! He made her a strong coffee and she held the blanket up to cover her breast which he had seen anyway. Steve began to feel that she was not a willing participant in this auction!

He made a meal for her and listened to her story. She was at university and everyone was jealous because she had no money behind her, she had won her place thought a trust. She as doing well and got the highest marks for her year. “My name is Samantha Eccles!” the girl told Steve.

Steve said he would find some clothes for her to wear. He found her a pair of rugby shorts that no longer fitted him and a shirt. He opened a packet of new pants and gave them to her. He left while she put them on. They fitted like a glove. The girl thanked Steve for his hospitality.

Steve told her she could stay with him. He had plenty of room and he would leave her alone to do her own thing! “There is one problem!” she told him, “I love bondage that is why I got into the state I was in. They tied me up crated me and posted me off to you! The money you spent went to one of the students who needed it to pay his way through uni!”

Steve told her he would tie her up whenever she wanted. She asked him to tie her up once more and could she be put in his bed? Steve was over the moon. He could not wait. Soon she was naked again while he tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together! “Please put the gag back onto me and leave me there until you are ready for bed. I would love it if you would torment me by refusing to untie me!” Steve said he would oblige her. He put the gag back into her mouth and strapped it tightly behind her head!

Steve carried her upstairs and stood her up while he pulled back the duvet! He scooped her up and laid her into his king sized bed and pulled the duvet back up again! She looked lie an innocent angel that had been trapped in a spiders web as she lay their, with only her had visible over the duvet!

Steve turned out the light and went back downstairs once more to watch the football that he had recorded earlier! He felt like he needed to masturbate, but withheld the temptation as he put his pajamas shorts on. He left the top off. He might as well snuggle up to her and get something out of it!

He was ready for bed and went upstairs. He whispered softly and she never answered. Bless her, she must be fast asleep again. Steve never turned the light on, but just slipped into the bed and snuggled up behind her. He was just falling asleep when he felt her fingers rubbing his shorts. Soon she was feeling for the fly button. Steve was loving this, except his shorts didn’t have a fly let alone a button!

He put his hands over her waist and started to gently massage her lovely silky skin on her breasts. Her hands were now going like a machine and she slipped her hands under the waistband of his shorts!

He felt her rub his manhood and he stood to attention like he had not done in a long time. Just when he was ready to cum, she stopped and removed her hands. The cow! Now he had to go to the toilet and have a do it yourself job. She would pay for this in the morning!

Steve slept on the sofa for the rest of the night. He knew it would be too dangerous sleeping in the same bed as Samantha. He would have to sort it out in the morning.

He woke up with her standing there in front of him, naked and still bound. It had taken ages for her to get down the stairs while her ankles were still tied! Steve stretched and untied her ropes. She removed the gag. “Why did you not come back to bed?” she asked. “What and have you prick tease me again? Thanks, but no thanks!” “It was only the prelude to make it a long night. I owe you and did not think you wanted it over and done with in minutes!” Steve was wondering what he had got for his money. Perhaps that is why someone got rid of her!

Over the weeks, things settled down and they got more friendly and relaxed. Steve kept tying her up and she kept begging him to let her tie him up. Eventually Steve gave in and she tied him into a strict hogtie. She waited until he put his sleep shorts on and tied his hand behind his back then led him back into the bedroom. She left the door open and helped him lay down on the floor in front of it. She put the ball gag in his mouth and strapped it up tightly behind his head!

The only thing Steve thought of was that although she was willing to give him a hand relief and even a blow job, there was still no proper sex! As he was thinking this, his feet and hands were pulled tightly together. He was stuck lying on his stomach on the floor looking at the bed with his hands and feet tied together behind his back! Sam took some more rope and tied it through the “D” ring at the back of the gag and pulled Steve’s head back and tied it to the ropes between his wrists and ankles. Another piece of rope went from this over the door and she tied it to the door handle on the other side. Steve was going nowhere.

Sam disappeared and came back wearing a leather costume looking like a swimming costume. It was extremely tight and had ridiculously high cut legs! She had long boots up to her kneecaps and a mask covering her eyes. In her hands, she had a whip, a riding crop and a paddle. Steve wondered where she got this from. It was as if she had read his mind! “You should have checked the crate before you put it out in the back. It had a false bottom where these were stored. It was a good job it did not rain or these would have got wet!”

Sam got down on the floor with Steve and ran her long fingernails, now painted bright red very lightly over his back. Steve could feel the electric sensations shooting through his body! He never realized how free you could be while tied up. You have to let your inhibitions go while tied up. What other choice have you got!

Sam tormented Steve until he was in a proper state. He needed release from his sexual frustration rapidly. Sam could sense it. She stood up and hit his ass softly with the riding crop. “You naughty boy! For that, you can wait a bit longer!” Sam walked out leaving Steve to thrash around trying to escape. But she had done too good a job of tying him up. She was an expert at it!

Steve was worn out before Sam came to the bedroom again. She took one look at him and walked right past him, completely ignoring him. Sam stripped off and climbed into the bed. “Goodnight!”

Steve tried to shout into the gag but nothing coherent came out. Sam got out of bed and got hold of the whip and cracked it on his back. Fortunately the position he was in meant the ropes took most of the blow. But Sam turned round and went back to bed once more. Steve lay there all night watching her sleep soundly in his bed!

The next morning, Sam got up and released Steve. She asked if he enjoyed it and he said he did, but he would have loved being in bed with her! Sam laughed.

A few weeks went by and after many bondage sessions, Steve was getting to be an expert at tying Sam up. He was still a long way off of her level of knowledge of variations of rope work, but he knew enough to get even on her! He even tied her to a chair one night, put the tape of the football on loud and walked out making her watch the match. Sam hates football!

Another month went by and Sam had introduced Steve to the box. Several times he was tied and gagged and put into the box. Sam took photographs with his digital camera and he put them on his laptop to show him what he looked like in it! He loved the sensation he was getting when she screwed down the lid!

Two weeks later and many photographs of Steve all tied up in different positions led to the big day. But Steve was not to know that at the time! It was Steve’s turn to go into the box. Sam put her leather swimsuit and boots and mask on again and stripped Steve naked. She tied him with his hands in front of him. These were tied to his feet. Ropes were put around his body pinning his arms to his chest! Sam shuffled him over and settled him onto the box floor. He opened his mouth while Sam put the gag in and locked it behind his head.

She lifted all the sides and screwed them up. Quickly Sam fastened the straps holding him to the sides and back of the box. She left him in the box with the lid still open. Steve could not move.

Sam came back with Steve’s laptop. She had it running. Sam held it in front of him. “There is something I want to show you!” It was a picture of him in the box all tied up. It was one of the pictures they had taken in earlier sessions. It was on the auction room on the Internet. It showed a bid of £70 was made for him. “I have no idea where the bidder lives yet, but you will find out soon enough! Well, the winning bidder that is! Wouldn’t it be a hoot if some strict madam bought you as a slave?”

There was only 10 minutes of auction time left. It was still only 3.p.m. So there was lots of time for him to be picked up and sent off! £75, £80, £95, £120, the price was going up all the time. Who would win him? Eventually the auction closed. He was won at a price of £145 plus £30 post and packaging!

Sam told him to relax. She would be staying at the house in future and occasionally would think of him somewhere with a far different lifestyle than what he knew! But Sam would be living the life of luxury he should be enjoying!

Steve watched as Sam slowly lifted the lid back onto the box. She blew him a kiss and thanked him for his hospitality. He heard the electric screwdriver putting the screws back into the lid. He wondered what fate he had in store for him!

It was not long before he felt the box being picked up and being put onto the back of a lorry. Soon he was on his way to a new life somewhere! But where? Who owned him now? What would they do with him? What would Sam do with his wealth?


Part II

Steve was severely strapped into the box. His gag meant that no one could hear him in the back of the van (I say van now, as before I said lorry. Parcels always go in vans. Usually driven by white van man!) taking him to his new owner! Would it be a male, or a female that owned him?

One thing that crossed his mind was that while he paid £310 for Sam, he was only worth £175! But he did not have to wait long. He felt the van being backed up and he was shifted out and dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. The van moved off and he heard some shutters being closed. He was being left in a warehouse! How long would he be there? Was this to be his fate? But he realized that no one was going to pay £175 for him including post and packaging and leave him there!

He was beginning to ache and sleep was eluding him! Now he had time to think. He tried to struggle, but he was too well restrained in his box! Sam certainly knew what she was doing!

He eventually fell asleep. But it was not a deep sleep. He just kept dozing off and snapping awake again! Now he knew why Sam was asleep. She had been drugged, or if it was planned to take over his life, she had taken sleeping tablets! Sam could have given him some to take!

It seemed ages before he was moved. He had grown bored in the box. It was in complete darkness in there. He could not even play I-spy with himself, nor even get rid of this erection that had grown in the last few minutes! But at last he felt the box being moved and called out as loud as he could through the gag! Why couldn’t anyone hear him? Were they deaf or something? Didn’t they know he was in the box and didn’t care?

He felt the box land back into the van. He didn’t like the effect of being lifted in the box by the fork lift truck! Although he could not see what was happening, he could sense what they were doing to the box! Now he had to think what would anyone do with him?

The van went on its way with Steve firmly crated up. He was beginning to get thirsty. But it was not long before the van pulled into a very bumpy lane. Steve was shaken all over the place. Or rather the box was. Steve never moved an inch inside the box!

The van backed up and stopped. He must be at his new home. Where would it be? He had traveled for some hours, so he knew he had gone some way! In his imagination, he thought that maybe a village on some remote Scottish island had bought him so he could fertilize the women to save inter breeding. Left tied to a bed so the women could use him at will! But that was not his luck! He imagined he would be used as a drudge to do all the dirty work the islanders did not want to do. Kept naked and in chains and made to empty the pig sty and clean out the stables and such like! He imagined a slave master with a heavy whip keep beating him form his slackness! He would be in misery for the rest of his life. Would he ever be allowed to escape? He doubted it!

The box was put down and he knew he would not have to wait long to meet his new owner. He heard the box lid being unscrewed and he blinked as the light hit him! But whoever it was, they were behind him and would not allow themselves to be seen by him! The mystery is deepening! All he could see was he was in some barn. Would this be his new home? Treated like some animal by some unknown assailant?

A blindfold was put on him and the straps were released from the box. It was dismantled and a collar was put around his neck and locked! The ropes around his wrists were untied and he was surprised that the circulation of blood to his hands had not been stopped. He never got pins and needles. Sam certainly knew her job! He wondered what she would be doing now! He did not know the time. Would she be in bed or removing the last of his clothes? But before he could think any more, he was untied from the ropes that held him!
He never had a chance to re-act as his hands were handcuffed behind his back and a short chain was put linking his ankles together, giving him the minutest of steps.

A cuff was put around the base of his balls and he was towed along by this until he heard the door opening and some cold air hit him. He was shuffled outside with whoever it was tugging on the cuff around his balls! So far, not a word was said. He still had his gag in his mouth and could not ask who it was. Mind you, would they have answered him? Steve doubted it.

He was pulled sharply across an opening. He counted his short mincing steps! At least he would know how far it would be from where he was taken out of the box and to wherever he finished up!

He was fastened to something and his captor walked off leaving him in the cold air. There was a strong breeze and it made the air feel colder. Steve heard a car pull up, the door open and someone got out shutting the door behind them! Footsteps walked across the space in front of him. From his bare feet he knew he was walking on cobbles. He realized that the footsteps were that of a woman, and she was in a hurry!

He heard a door in the distance being closed, so as had not heard any bell, knocker or whatever, he thought she must be his owner! He wondered if she had even glanced at him! His mind and pulse was racing away now. He could not stand the atmosphere! It was one of excitement and fear at the same time!

Steve was wondering what was being discussed in the house or whatever it was! Would they be talking about him like some prize bull? Would they be arguing what to do with him? Perhaps they will strap him into a cart and use him as a pony. But he thought that if he was standing on a cobbled courtyard, perhaps this could be a farm. Would he be strapped into a plough and his owner whip him, making him tug harder on the plough he was being made to pull? Whatever it was, he could not stop them doing it to him!

Eventually he was released from his post or whatever it was and was once again pulled by the balls into a warm building. He was pushed down onto a seat and he felt himself hit a table. Were they going to feed him or torment him by eating in front of him? He never had a clue!

The chain from his balls was fastened to the leg of the chair and his handcuffs were removed. The chains on his legs were taken off and finally off came the blindfold!

Steve blinked in the bright light. He was sitting at a table full of food. On the other side of the room were two women. One was in a tight black leather skirt with black stockings or tights, a starched white blouse and a very tight black leather jacket! She was very much an arousing sight to see. The only problem was the leather helmet mask she was wearing. It gave an air of strict discipline! All he could see was her long blonde hair stuck out behind her helmet mask and her eyes, nose and mouth. Her hair though reminded Steve of Sam. This made him feel even more depressed. But then again, he had not had sex with Sam and even if he had, she was not a patch on his Cheryl! If only she had come back.

He knew it was his affairs with the girls where he worked, but they had agreed until they got married, they had an open relationship! That is why he did not feel guilty about cheating on Cheryl. She must have done the same!

But the next sight he saw was even better. If only Cheryl would have dressed like this for him! There she was, an unknown angel, or would she be a devil? He did not know. She was dressed in a one piece close fitting, and I do mean close fitting, latex outfit. It seemed sprayed onto her.

The legs showed Steve all the outlines of her muscles of her beautifully shaped legs. His eyes slowly feasted on this vision of loveliness. The latex suit fitted tightly around her crotch revealing the shape of her mound to him. She must be bare as he could not see any puffs where hair would push it out! As she turned, he realized she was without any panties as there was no panty line visible! Her incredibly high heeled boots pushed the cheeks of her butt up, making the muscles even tenser! This was one erotic sight. It was like the imaginary girls you see in the magazines on the top shelf of newsagents!

Her beautifully toned body showed through the latex. Her breasts were pushed forwards and her arms seemed to be captured by the outfit. The latex even covered her hands as well.

The suit went up and covered her head leaving only her hair in a pony tale, sticking out at the back through a hole in the helmet, her eyes, mouth visible. Her nose was covered, but holes allowed her to breath. He neck seemed to go on forever. Steve would have a hard on if he could! But the cuff stopped him.

The two women said nothing but stepped up and fed him and gave him some drinks. If he was their slave and this was the treatment he was go got get, he would be enjoying the rest of his life. But soon he fell asleep.

The effect of not sleeping the previous night and the wine he drank took over. Steve woke up the next morning in a most comfortable bed. He did not want to get up, but the two women walked in and dragged him out of bed. The girl in the latex suit was brandishing a riding crop! He was told to go and have a bath, use everything in the room and come back when he was completely clean and not before.

Steve did as he was told. He could not get the picture of the two women standing there. The one in the latex looking like a martinet! If this was bondage, he was glad to take part!

Fully cleaned, shaved and dried, Steve went back into the kitchen. The two women sat him down and tied him to the chair. Once this was done, he was gagged. He did not know why they bothered to tie him up; he had no wish to escape so far!

The girl in the leather outfit trimmed his hair for him. Now he was nearly ready to get dressed. He was told his clothes were hanging up in the bedroom he woke up in. There is also a note explaining his duties for the day! The two girls untied him from the chair and he took out the gag!

Steve thought he recognized the voice, but he may have been wrong. It had a slight accent, probably Scottish to it! Steve thought it must be a maid’s outfit or something for him to wear! He didn’t fancy it, but he didn’t want to lose these two mistresses! Especially the one in the latex!

He went into the bedroom and found a full highland outfit hanging up for him. He looked at it and thought it must be a joke! But he put the kilt on. It fitted him perfectly. He threaded the belt through the two loops and buckled it up!

Steve read the note on the bed. “Put these on. You are ordered not to wear any underpants. These will be checked for later. Once you are dressed, you will be escorted to the local church!”

Steve was having none of this until two big burly men broke into his room. He realized they would make mincemeat of him and put the shirt on and the bow tie. He pulled the socks on and added the flashes. A sgian dubh went into his right sock. He felt the blade of the little knife resting against his muscles in his leg. The shoes went on and the laces were wrapped around several times before being tied up in a bow.

Steve put the shirt on. It was dress shirt and putting the cufflinks in was a task. One of the two men helped him. Now he was nearly ready! The bow tie which matched the kilt was tied around his neck; this made the wing collar stand out! He put on the waistcoat and did the buttons up. The jacket went last. This did not do up and remained with the jacket open to reveal the waistcoat.

That is when he realized he had forgotten the sporran. He picked it up and fastened it around his waist. At least it would hide his erection he was now getting from the wool of the kilt rubbing his manhood. Steve was ready. But it did surprise him how long it took him to put the outfit on and getting it looking smart! The two men escorted him out of the bedroom and her saw the two girls standing there. The one in the leather gave a signal of turning her hand and Steve gave a twirl. Once this had finished, the girl in the latex nodded.

She and the girl in the leather left the building. The two men waited with Steve. He was given a glass of whiskey to drink. Steve was wondering what was going on.

Some time later, the phone rang and Steve was told it was time. He was escorted to the church where he was taken to the front pew. It was a wedding. He was being forced into marriage. Was it someone wanting a passport or some ugly mare who could not find a husband? Steve dare not look as the organ started to play “here comes the bride!”

Steve was pushed to the front to await his bride to join him. He saw this white dress turn up and looked at her at last expecting the worse fear he could have to be realized!

It was Cheryl! She had arranged this. She always wanted to marry, but Steve never had the nerve to propose! The vicar asked if anyone had due cause to say why they should not get married. It was quiet except he bridesmaid said that is anyone argued they would auction them off! But she said it quietly, but caused a giggle amongst the crowd.

The vicar asked if Steve took Cheryl to be his bride. “Definitely yes!” he replied. Cheryl said the same and the vicar asked for the ring “It is in the sporran!” Cheryl told him.

He opened the sporran and took out the ring. It fitted Cheryl perfectly. It should do, she went and bought it with his money!

But after the wedding they went back to the reception where the meal was eaten and the dancing started. Cheryl pushed his sporran to one side and he found his erection was pushing into the crack between her legs. “I hope this is for me!” she laughed. Steve loved the feeling.

But Steve asked how she knew she was going to win the auction. She told him, as she was paying herself, she would go to thousands. What she did not expect though was that others would try for him. Steve asked how she knew he would try for the girl. Cheryl told him that she knew him and his love of bondage!

He asked who the girl in the latex was and the one in leather. Cheryl told him he would find out when they got to their bedroom! She called over her bridesmaid. It was Sam. He did not recognize her! In the long flowing dress and a different style of make up she looked entirely different. She held up her mask she wore earlier in the day, “Do you prefer me in leather?” Steve realized who the girl in the latex was then.

This was confirmed when they got to the bedroom and he saw it hanging up on the door coat hook! “How did you know I would not try to rape Sam?” Cheryl looked at him. “Haven’t you cottoned on yet? A girl instinctively knows when her man can be trusted, but I had to make sure, so Sam came up with the answer” Steve gave her one long lingering kiss and scooped her up and threw her onto the bed! “Two last things” Cheryl said. “What is that?” “We go on as we started. You will get tied up twice a week. You can tie me and Sam up. She wants to take part with us until she gets her own man. I have some lovely bondage things for our honeymoon. Sam will not be coming with us!” Steve agreed with all that. Why not? He was in heaven now!

“Oh I nearly forgot, there are some deeds on the side there. Please read them before we turn in!” Steve looked at what she was pointing at. It was a mass of papers. He read quickly through them and realized what he was looking at.

“Yes, they are the deeds to this piece of land. You are now the laird and will be expected to wear the kilt at all times. That is an order!” “Piece of land? It is 20,000 acres for God’s sake!” “All the more places to tie you up in then. Do you like mummification? Oh and by the way, Sam and I are just the best of friends. We went to London to find a new laird! I chose you and I and the others think I chose well. You will have to go through the acceptance ceremony tomorrow, but this is not too bad. Lots of drinking and a solemn pledge from you in front of everybody. After that, we go to the house proper!”

Steve realized his old way of life in London was finished and he had a new one now! He had one question for Cheryl. “Why the kilt?” “Because I love it. It allows me instant access to your body!”

With that, they undressed and climbed into bed to start their new life together. Steve was rolled onto his back and he felt his hands being tied to the bed posts. He had no resistance to Cheryl now. He could not wait!


Part III

Steve lay their “struggling” very meekly against the soft silk ropes that held his arms and legs apart on the bed! Cheryl came at him wearing the sheerest nightie he could imagine. He had lived with her for a number of years, but never knew she was like this! He had tried it on at first, but Cheryl had told him she was not ready for sex. Steve respected her wishes and did not force himself upon her. Although he would love to have done so! So for the time they were together, they did not have full sex! Kissing and cuddling and manual stimulation was as far as they had got. Steve thought at first that was why Cheryl walked out on him and went to live with her girlfriend! Now he was learning different!

Steve went to speak, but Cheryl put her finger over his lips to silence him. She stepped out of the nightie and let it fall to the floor. Steve was eagerly waiting for the action to start. Cheryl took her time though. With her long pointed fingernails she traced his body from his chest right down to his balls! She slowly ran her fingernails around his glans. Steve was in torment now. He was struggling to get her to start. But Cheryl was in no hurry! Why should she be? Steve was going nowhere! He had that tingling feeling you get and you need to grab your shaft. Steve was ready for it. He was throbbing now and was eager to make love to Cheryl! Or rather as he was restrained, he wanted to get Cheryl to make love to him. He moaned. Cheryl stopped what she was doing and fastened a gag in his mouth.

“I don’t want any more noises from you. I am giving you my treasure and I want to make it worthwhile!” Steve moaned against the gag once more! “Look buster, the more you moan, the longer I will torment you. If you don’t stop it I will go and sleep in the other room. You will have to stay here all night. I shan’t untie the ropes! It might be a good thing as you will need all your wits and strength for tomorrow!” Steve struggled helplessly. Cheryl got up and said “Listen Steve, you men have love for sex. We girls have sex for love! There is a big difference you know!” She turned around and left Steve struggling away. She left the room and closed the door.

But she was not long before she came back and started once more! She unfastened the gag and started once more. This time she removed the straps holding Steve and they got down to the business of consummating the marriage!

Steve was woken by the sounds of the dawn chorus. It made a lot of noise from the nearby woods. All the birds singing and the daylight flooding in the room brought Steve into a wide awake mode. He looked at Cheryl lying there. Her hair was all askew. She was sleeping soundly. But she still looked like an angel. Steve could not believe his luck!
He thought he must be having a wonderful dream. He had to pinch himself to show he wasn’t.

Steve wandered into the kitchen and made himself a coffee. He was drinking it when Cheryl walked in. “Hi big boy. Why are you naked?” “I could not find anything to wear!” “You hung everything up in the wardrobe last night!” “I know that, but where are my pants and trousers?” Cheryl reminded him he was not allowed to wear trousers any more if he was to be the laird of the estate! “What if it gets cold? I need some pants” “You can borrow some of mine!”

Steve poured Cheryl out some coffee and went had a shower and put his kilt on again. He had never worn one before but quite like the feeling of it. At least in the full regalia he was able to feel smart! But when he got back onto the kitchen, Cheryl had cooked breakfast. Steve moaned at her as he wanted to do the breakfast for her! Cheryl pulled her housecoat a bit tighter and said it did not matter, but it mattered to him!

The two of them sat there eating breakfast and Cheryl told him about the trials he had to take part in. “Trials?” Cheryl went on to explain. Her mother Fiona, had died when she was born. Her father Hector, named her after someone he knew from the war! He had died about seven years earlier and she was the next in line for the title of “laird” of the manor. But the rest of the estate moaned that although it was woman who carried on the title, it had to be a man who was laird. Steve asked why she never had a Scottish accent. She told him that father had packed her off to her aunts and she was sent to a girl’s boarding school! That had knocked the accent out of her!

But that was not the end of it. A death in the clan had meant that the Chief of the Clan had come up! Cheryl had checked and although it was by marriage, as she was her fathers daughter anyone she married would be in line for the title! Steve was not sure about that! Cheryl told him not to be so silly. Everyone liked him and backed her up without question. He should go for it!

Steve told her that if she wanted it, he would do it. But there must be lots of people who were more entitled to the title of Chief of the Clan!

Cheryl went and got dressed while Steve washed the dishes. She came back with some papers. Steve put a shirt on and read them. It gave the list of trials he had to take part in.

1) Orienteering. The person would be taken in a box and left somewhere in Scotland. They would have to make their way back without a compass or money.

2) The games. Entrants would be expected to toss the caber and throw the hammer!

3) Chess. This is to test the brain power of the entrant!

4) Escapology. This is because under an old tradition, one of the Chief of the Clans were kidnapped and tied up. A usurper tried to grab the title. If the named persons do not turn up, that person forfeits the right to be considered for the title and would therefore be dropped from the challenges! They would have 12 hours to escape!

5) A race. But it would be expected that the entrants must attempt to try to stop the others from reaching the destination before them!

Steve looked at these and noticed that it said that the trials would be picked on the day in any order! They seemed silly to him. Cheryl told him that this was tradition and if he won he would be given the title at the ceilidh! “Ceilidh? What is a ceilidh?” Steve was told where people sang and played music and did a lot of dancing. “What type of dancing?” “Scottish dancing of course! You get to meet everyone as you go around!” Steve told her he did not know any Scottish dances! “Then we had better get busy teaching you! Leave it to me! But first I have to check you have not borrowed any of my knickers!” “A little support would not go amiss. Couldn’t I borrow some or wear pants?” “No” Cheryl checked to ensure he was traditional!

Satisfied Cheryl told him she was going to start the trials immediately. He must be ready for some exhausting work if he wanted to win! Steve watched as Cheryl left the house. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a wooly jumper. She even looked lovely in that outfit! But it seemed strange to him. Her in the trousers and him in a skirt!

It was not long before she came back with the amended list. They were starting with the bondage. There was a knock at the door and two burly Scotsmen stood there. They called him out and he was blindfolded and put into a jeep. Now they drove him to somewhere on the estate. He did not even know the layout of the land was, let alone how to escape.

But Steve was tied with his hands held high, spread-eagled between two trees. He was gagged and the two men tied his legs to the two tree trunks. He now stood there with his hands spread wide apart and his legs were splayed apart as well. Steve could feel the draught and the kilt being lifted by the wind! His blindfold was removed and the two men told him he had 12 hours to reach the house. If he had to be rescued he would lose the challenge. They drove off leaving him where he was. It was eerily silent in the forest.

The wind got up and Steve’s kilt was blowing in the breeze. But he could not hold it down in the position he was in. He was wondering what sort of clan does this for a trial. They must be nutters or something! Steve did not know where the wind was coming from, but he certainly knew where it was going!

He just hoped the midges were not about! Mind you, it might make it nicer for Cheryl! He grinned to himself at that prospect! Natural ribbed massagers! Then again he had never been bitten by a midge, so he did not know if it would hurt or not! He never knew anything about them!

Steve struggled but the men had made too good a job of tying him up. He watched as the sun crossed the sky. He pulled with each arm. But nothing was happening! He would lose the challenge. He tried to call out, but he realized that the gag would not let his voice travel very far! He could not see the time on his watch so had no idea how long he had been so far. But after struggling a bit more, one of the branches snapped off and the rope went slack where the branch fell to the floor. Steve was free.

He took out the gag and judged by the time on his watch and the position of the sun, headed north. It was a good thing he had been in the scouts. It was not a waste of time then being a boy scout!

Soon he came upon a clearing. He saw a hill and headed up to the top of it. He could see some houses I the distance and headed for them. He was lucky! When he got there, Cheryl was waiting for him. He had been five hours escaping and getting to their house. He saw the two men and realized he was in the right place. Everyone clapped. Sam grinned at him and he gave Cheryl a kiss!

Steve was told that five other men had taken part in the trial and he was the first back. One up to Steve. The next thing was the caber tossing. The other five men turned up. They had to be released from their bondage! Steve took the first throw of the caber. He could not hold it for long and threw it. It landed in a heap at his feet. The other five took turns and Hamish won that round. The hammer throw contest. Steve lost that one to Hamish. The chess match. Steve won that.

The next one was the race. They were taken to the other side of the estate and left. They were spread out by 400 yards each. They had clues to pick up. These would be pointed out by markers. They had to stop the others from beating them to the winning post. When they heard the starters’ gun, they could set off. This was to test their cunning!

Steve heard the bang. Away he went. He knew he had to win the next two tasks. He found the marker for the first clue and moved it so it pointed the other way! He was really getting into it now. But Steve eventually won this trial. Tomorrow we have the orienteering! It was now two each to Hamish and Steve!

The next day came and Steve saw Hamish and the other four men standing there by their boxes. He climbed into his box and it reminded him of how Cheryl caught him on the internet auction. He listened as the screws were driven home. The lorry drove off with the six men in their boxes. Steve was unloaded first and the lorry drove off. They had left him sealed in the box! He shouted for help, but knowing how desolate Scotland was, he doubted of he would be heard. But soon his luck was in. It was Cheryl. She laughed at him. “What is so funny?” “There never was a trial, but I just loved watching you all worked up trying to win for me! And I have a lovely tape of you standing there bound between two trees in your kilt! I nearly gave in and came to help myself!”

Steve picked her up and took her to a tree where they could rest under the shade. As he turned around the tree, he saw the picnic spread out before him. “Who organized all this?” “Everyone in the village! They all love you. Not one person turned down my request for help. In fact they came and offered their help!”

The two sat down and ate he picnic and washed it down with some champagne. Cheryl proposed a toast. “To the new Laird and the Chief of the Clan!” Steve drank some and proposed another toast. “To us, your love, the village and its lovely folk!” Cheryl drank the toast and told him his dance lessons would be starting that night!

They looked at each other and made love there and then! This seemed like heaven to Steve. He still could not believe it was happening!

Back at the house, Cheryl showed him the tape of him in his bondage between two trees. “It took you long enough to pull that branch down. I was beginning to think you were enjoying it too much!” “I was enjoying it, but I wanted to escape!” “I had them cut halfway through the branch so it would be easy!” Steve never said a word, but shook his head! What a girl!

The pair were picked up and taken back to the house. Steve had a shower and Cheryl stepped into it with him and they sponged each other down! Steve started to stroke Cheryl’s arms, but she told him to stop it as their dance teachers would be there soon!

Steve was quick learner and by the Friday evening they were ready for the ball! Cheryl told Steve she would get ready in the spare bedroom as she had a surprise for him. Steve wondered what it was. He put on his dress kilt and Prince Charlie jacket and he was ready a lot quicker than he was for the wedding!

Cheryl came out of the spare bedroom in a long flowing white dress with a sash of the same tartan as Steve’s kilt. Steve set up the camera and took a picture of them. He wanted to remember this evening forever!

The ceilidh went along tremendously. Steve danced like a professional! But as the night ended, Sam and some of the other girls grabbed Steve and Cheryl. They were marched up to the stage and it was announced that Steve would be known as the Chief of the Clan. He accepted the great honour from the crowd and the applause rang out.

Everyone turned to leave and Sam got the girls together and grabbed Cheryl and Steve. Quickly they tied their hands in front of them and sat them on the floor. They tied their ankles together and pushed them back to back. Ropes went around their waists and over their arms. Their arms were tied back to back as well to give a nice secure look about them! A long piece of cloth was brought out and wrapped around their heads forming a gag in both of their mouths and it held their heads together.

The girls wished them goodnight and turned out the light leaving Cheryl and Steve to struggle to try to escape in the darkness of the hall! Steve could feel the warmth of Cheryl’s back. He was in a contented mood knowing she was here with him.

Steve tried to undo his ropes, but he could not use his fingers on the ropes holding his hands together. The ropes on his legs were out of reach because Cheryl could not lean backwards far enough for him to reach them. Even if he could undo them, he would not be able to get up to walk backwards and undo the door to escape from the building. Sam had locked them in for the night! The ropes around their waists were tied in between them so neither could get at them! The ropes between their arms were tied likewise. At least they were sitting down. They could have been tied standing up for the night!

After many hours of struggling, the pair gave up and settled down for a long night. They could only garble some words between them, but they were content in knowing they were together! The night dragged by real slow for them! But in reality, neither minded!

Sam released them the next day and the pair said they wanted to get their own back on her, but now they had to go to get ready for their honeymoon in. Hawaii.

The next day they were taken by Sam to the airport. After a long wait, both Cheryl and Steve told Sam that they would be getting their own back when they return! Sam told them that she was quivering with excitement! “Oh please don’t tie poor little helpless me up!”

All three of them laughed. That was until Steve went to go through the security at the airport. He was asked about his Sgian Dubh. He told them he had a false wooden one and opened his case to show them. They were happy with what they saw. A real one could be used as a weapon. But Cheryl did notice the security girls giving Steve the eye!

On the plane, Steve told Cheryl that he never had any swimming trunks. Cheryl told him he did. They were in her bag, but they would not be bringing them home again. Cheryl did not want him to cheat by wearing them under the kilt.

Hawaii loomed up and they had to go through security again! Steve was called into a side office and when he got there he saw that there were a dozen women security guards in with him! He was asked to lift his kilt to show what was underneath. He argued that he wanted a man present. “Look buddy, we don’t have all day. All the men are busy!” He asked why so many security guards were needed for him. Did they think he was a terrorist? “No sir, but none of us wants to miss out on the fun! Lift!” The one talking pointed at his kilt and Steve had to prove that he only had one weapon under the kilt!

Giggles sprung up and Steve was told to drop the kilt once more! He did and he was told, “Thank you sir. That will be all. Enjoy your stay in Hawaii!” “I am sure I will!”

Steve went back out into the lounge and saw Cheryl had been festooned with garlands. The girls took one look at him and all rushed to be the first to give him a lei! Cheryl was amused at the reaction Steve was getting from strangers!

It never took long to get to the hotel. They checked in and were shown to their room. It had a four poster bed in it. Cheryl opened her case and started to put her clothes away. She looked at the four poster bed and held up some straps with locking cuffs. “They did give us the bridal suite!” Steve guessed what they were for, but knew that he was going to get Cheryl in them first!

Cheryl got busy putting the straps under the mattress! She and Steve were going to have the best honeymoon ever! Steve never had much to wear. It was mostly shirts and socks. It did not take him long to get his stuff put away. Cheryl told him he should go to the bar and get them a drink! Steve did as he was told.

In the bar, Steve became the centre of attention. Everybody came up to him. The obvious question was asked. But one person asked a question that threw him. “Why the kilt buddy?” Steve explained how he had never worn one before and he had not worn trousers since. He found it comfortable to wear and loved the sensation of being free so to speak! “So she is the one who wears the pants in your household, huh?” Steve just shook his head in disbelief at what he was hearing!

Cheryl came into the bar with a big grin on her face. She could see that Steve was cornered and went to his rescue! Soon they had got shot of most of the people, but there was one couple that sat with them talking in general about Hawaii. They offered to show them around the island, but Cheryl and Steve only had thoughts on one thing!

Eventually the couple left and Cheryl and Steve went and had dinner. Steve could not wait until he got Cheryl into bed again. During dinner Cheryl asked him what the matter was as he kept fidgeting. He told her that the wool material was rubbing his manhood giving him an erection. “I know it does that. All the women from the village told me that happened. That is why I want you to wear the kilt at all times. So you will be ready for action when I want it!” She reached over and held his hands across the table. “Don’t worry, I will soon get rid of that for you!”

They headed back to their room and quickly stripped. Cheryl went to put Steve on the bed and tie him down, but he saw the straps and spun around and landing on the bed on top of her. He pulled one arm out and fastened her wrist to the cuff. He did the same with the other cuff. He got up and pulled her legs over to the ankle straps and cuffed them up as well. Looking round he saw she had put extra straps under the mattress. He brought them over and fastened them up. He took a gag and strapped it into her mouth. Now he was ready for hours of torment for her!

Well, he was, until there was a knock at the door. Steve put his kilt on again and closed the bedroom door leaving Cheryl exposed and helpless to all and sundry if they wanted to take her!

Steve answered the door. It was the couple. He had a gun in his hand. He pushed Steve back into the room and they marched in. The woman cuffed Steve’s hands behind his back. They grabbed a chair and marched into the bedroom where they saw Cheryl completely at their mercy. Steve thought they were going to rape her and make him watch while they did it. Instead the woman removed his kilt and sat him down on the chair facing Cheryl. The woman tied him tightly to the chair. She took a rope from the cuffs on his wrists and tied it to his feet. She wound ropes all around his body holding him down to the chair. She raised her eyebrows at Steve’s frustrated erection. He thought she was going to rape him and make Cheryl watch. But she took a cloth and spun it round and forced it into Steve’s mouth before tying it behind his head!

The woman took out a camera from her bag and photographed them as helpless as they were. They could not prevent it from happening! “Oh well, we will be contacting you tomorrow to see how you get on. We want you to join us on Waikiki beach in two days time! If you do not, these pictures go out across the internet. We will leave you now, but don’t worry; we will put this on the door knob! No one will bother you. They think you are honeymooning so you will be in here as long as you want!” The man picked up the “do not disturb” sign and showed it to them.

The couple left the room closing the bedroom door and then the room door and put the sign up on the door knob. All the rest of the evening Cheryl laid there looking at Steve’s straining erection. Steve could only sit there and look at Cheryl’s warm inviting pussy. He could see she was getting excited. But he could not help her.

They tried shouting through the gags, but they realized that through the two doors they could not be heard. Steve struggled against the ropes. He could see the keys to the handcuffs on the dressing table, but could not move the chair to get to them.

All that night, the couple strained against their tight restraints. “What a honeymoon!” Cheryl thought. Steve was puzzled why they had done this to them and not robbed them. They must be a pair of perverts.

All night long the pair tried to escape; Steve was getting more excited watching Cheryl strain against the straps. But she had bought the best she could get and there was no way she was going to break their hold on her!

The next morning came and they realized the maid was not going to enter because of that sign. But as the clock turned eleven, the aid did walk in. They heard her in the other room and tried calling out. “mmmmpppphhhh!!” they could hear her busying herself in the other room. There was a knock on the bedroom door and she asked if they were alright! “mmmmpppphhhh” they screamed back at her. Then she entered the bedroom. “I was told to come and check on… what the hell!” she took one look at Cheryl and took off her apron and covered her up. Why wasn’t she going to release them?

The maid sat on Steve’s lap. “My we are a big boy! It seems a shame to waste this opportunity ” Cheryl thought she was going to rape Steve, but she wriggled about on is lap for a while and he could feel the cheeks of her ass moving around through her uniform dress trying to make the most of it. He realised she was not going to use him. She was just having her fun. He was enjoying it too. The feel of the smooth cotton material against his manhood made a change from the wool of the kilt.

But eventually she did untie them. “I am sorry about that. But there is something about seeing a man all tied up and unable to move that turns me on! I was told you have a phone call and was asked to check on you! You can take it from you phone in the other room.” She picked up her apron and retied it around her waist and left the pair looking at each other. Steve went to the phone and asked for the call to be transferred to the room phone.

Cheryl wrapped his kilt around him while he listened to the man on the other end of the line! She knelt down and did the straps up for him. He liked this very much, but he did not like the phone call!

“Okay, so the maid released you! Be at Waikiki beach at six tomorrow morning. We will be there. We will be sitting on a large yellow beach towel. Come and join us or we send out the pictures” “This is blackmail!” “Yup, good ain’t it!” Steve told him what he thought of him but afterwards Cheryl told him that perhaps they should just go along and se what it was all about.

That day, the two were somber about the events that were happening to them. It was their honeymoon for Pete’s sake. Now it was being ruined because others wanted to get in on the act!

But the next day came and Cheryl gave Steve his tight swimming trunks. They left nothing to the imagination. Cheryl put her bikini on and slipped a dress over the top of it. Soon they were ready for Waikiki beach.

They got there at six as ordered and found the couple. They were the only ones on the beach. Steve asked what it was all about and the man took the gun out again. The woman produced loads of cling film and told them to strip. They did and stood there in there swimming trunks and bikini. “Take everything off!” They were now naked in front of the couple again!

The man ordered Cheryl to wrap Steve up. She started with his feet and soon had him wrapped up with just his head free. The woman wrapped Cheryl up while the man got busy digging two holes. One on each side of where they were sitting!

When he though they were deep enough and long enough, they pushed Steve and Cheryl into the holes. They were deep, but at least they were horizontal! “Why are you doing this to us?” “No more questions!” They took out a couple of ball gags and fastened them in their mouths. Now the man started to cover Steve up. Soon only his head was visible above the sand. He did the same to Cheryl. Once that was completed he said, “Welcome to the Waikiki bondage club! This is your initiation. The beach gets really crowded this time of year so you had better stay quiet so no one finds you. If they do, we will walk off and leave you, taking all your clothes!” With that he and the woman put a box over their heads.

They could hear the beach getting busier throughout the day, and several times people came over to talk to the couple. But no one guessed what was under the boxes. All day long they lay there, getting hotter as the sun rose in the sky. It could have been cloudy or clear blue sky for all they knew. They could see only the brown inside of the boxes!

Several times the couple left them. They may have gone swimming or gone for a stroll, and Cheryl and Steve struggled in the sand but could not escape. They were too well packed in the confining sand. Steve had learned one thing. He always thought that by lying in the sand horizontally, he would just be able to lift himself out of the hole. But for some reason, he could not get out of it. What he did not know was that the couple had put their beach towels on top of them and were laying on them. The man was covering Cheryl and the woman was holding Steve down!