Part 1

I had to admit to having more than a small hint of worry as I pulled into the clinic parking lot. Pulling into a space, I thought back to the phone call I received earlier in the week.


Monday

I was whistling softly to myself, opening a can of tennis balls, preparing for my upcoming match with Melissa. She was a tough one to catch, but ever since I managed to seal the deal, well, things have been fun. My plan was to just barely lose the match, and then... we'll see.

Lost in thoughts of what would come later that night, I was startled by my cell phone's obnoxious "unknown caller" ringtone. I jumped half out of my skin, cutting my finger on the can in the process.

Snapping open my phone while sucking on the injured digit, I muttered a muffled and somewhat irritated, "Hello?"

"May I speak to Mr. Edwards, please?" lilted a perky voice at the other end of the phone.

"You've got him."

"This is Sarah at Dr. Windsor's office," she continued, "and he was wanting you to swing by sometime this week. He needs to see you."

More alert now, I asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Well," she hesitated, "there was something on your blood test from your checkup last week that he overlooked."

"Uh..." I stammered, frozen. I'm 30 years old and in the best health of my life, what could possibly be wrong? "Did he say what the problem is? He gave me a clean bill of health."

"Oh, um," she hesitated, "it doesn't say in your chart. Dr. did mention something about a... treadmill stress test... so you may want to wear something comfortable. Sweat clothes or something. I really wouldn't worry overmuch."

Easy for her to say. She wasn't the perfectly healthy one with something suddenly wrong on her blood test. Treadmill stress test? Was it my heart? And why did she keep pausing like that, like she was trying to think of an answer?

"Okay, well, tonight is the only night I don't work late. Training. And tonight I'm tied up." Or at least, I was hoping to be.

"That's okay, um," another pause. "Dr. is working this Saturday, would that work for you?"

"Sure, I guess," I said, not really wanting to wait that long or to waste a Saturday at that, but not really having a choice either.

"Great," chirped Sarah. "We'll see you at 1 PM if that works for you?"

"Yeah, okay... see you then."

I snapped the phone shut, almost before she finished saying, "Goodbye." I was distracted beyond words, worrying now, thoughts of Melissa almost completely disappearing. Could I really have something wrong with my heart at 30, and considering the shape I'm in?

And there was something about Sarah's strange pauses that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Maybe she was hiding something in my chart that she wasn't supposed to mention? Maybe it was just my imagination... either way, I'd probably never find out for sure.


Saturday

I hopped out of my car and turned back as I walked toward the building. I pressed the lock button, followed by one more press and the chirp of the alarm system, then turned to face the clinic. Long walk... and not a car in the lot, but taking the farthest spot was just a force of habit from driving a 'Vette.

My eyes only half registered my surroundings as I thought back over the previous week. After a half-hearted match with Melissa, I filled her in on what was distracting me as we had dinner. It was like turning off a switch in Melissa. She seemed detached and disinterested. Needless to say I wasn't tied up that evening for nearly as long (or as literally) as I would have liked.

So, it came as little surprise when she called the next day to break it off. Didn't even have the courtesy to wait until evening when she knew I'd be home. She left it on my voice mail! She said I was being really self-absorbed by being distracted and talking so much about my problems, and that I was probably worried about nothing anyway.

Well gee... I'm sorry I was so selfish and talked about my possible impending death! What a b... No, I'm not going to call her that. I'll be the bigger person. Besides, a woman as... "active" as Melissa probably wouldn't want to be with a guy whose heart might give out on her in the heat of the moment.

What am I saying? I'm jumping to conclusions, and letting her off the hook? No. I'm a catch, I'm in my prime. Which sounds suspiciously like what people say when they're trying to convince themselves of that fact. Ah, who am I kidding, she's just a bitch.

Feeling a bit better, I opened the door and stepped inside. With the lights out like this and seemingly no one there, it felt a little like sneaking into your high school on a Saturday. Just not as fun.

I went the usual direction to the doctor's main waiting room on the second floor. Dr. Windsor had quite a setup. His whole clinic was like a mini-hospital, with an area for general checkups and illnesses, labs and tests, and even minor outpatient surgeries. That's why I like him - I never have to worry about visiting the hospital, pretty much anything I'd ever need would take place right in this building.

The first signs of life came as I reached the waiting room. There was a dim bank of lights turned on behind the receptionist's desk, giving the room a rather mood-lit appearance. No one was in sight, not even down the hall behind the receptionist, where the nurse's station and private checkup rooms are.

Hesitantly, I cleared my throat. "Hello?"

After a quick beat, a voice I recognized as Sarah's called down the hall. "Go ahead and have a seat, we'll be right with you!"

Wanting to get it over with, I took a seat near the entrance to the hallway. A few minutes later, a gorgeous young woman in light blue scrubs approached my chair. My speechlessness must have been written on my face, because before she could introduce herself, she asked, "Are you feeling okay?"

Recovering a bit, I tried to cover my infatuation. "Sorry, I'm... just a little nervous, that's all." Almost as an afterthought, I stood up.

"No problem," she said easily. "I'm Sarah, we spoke on the phone." She extended her hand, and I shook it, hoping my palms weren't as clammy as they felt.

"Good to meet you, I'm Nick."

She smiled and said, "Likewise. If you'll follow me, the Dr. wants us to head to the labs downstairs, that's where he'll meet us to do the stress test and so forth."

"Okay," I said, willing to follow her anywhere. Sarah was petite, about 5'4" and about 90 pounds if she were soaking wet. She had a slim, athletic body, sandy blonde hair down to the middle of her shoulders, and a brilliant smile. Even when she wasn't smiling on purpose, she kept a sort of lopsided smile almost like she thought everything in life were just a little funny. It was incredibly cute.

She led the way down the hall to the nurse's station. I followed, and while she looked great from behind too, I found myself cursing the ill-fitting scrubs for not giving me a better view.

We stepped onto a small service elevator near the nurse's station, and Sarah pressed the button labeled "B." That was odd.

"The basement?" I said, curious. "I usually go to the lab on the first floor?"

"Oh, right. Uh..." she seemed to be searching for an answer. "The basement has more extensive labs, more testing equipment."

"I see." Figuring she knew where she was going, I let it go and changed the subject. "So, you must be new here? I'm sure I'd remember seeing you!"

She smiled that smile and said, "Yes! I actually only started a few weeks ago."

"Well, I'm glad," I said. She smiled, a bit flushed. "You know, I'm wondering when you might get done work?" She leaned in, interested. "This stress test will be a workout, and I'm usually hungry after that. Plus, I don't know about you, but I'd like to salvage the rest of Saturday."

She smiled even broader, glanced down, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'd love to," she said. Yes! "But..." Damn it. I was sure she was interested. "I don't know if tonight will be a good night for it."

"Okay, I understand."

"No," she continued. "I don't think you do." She pulled a slip of paper from inside her scrub top, then scribbled something on it with a pen hanging around her neck. She handed it to me. "There's my number. I definitely want you to call me."

We were both grinning now. "Okay, then I definitely will."

"Great. Like I said, tonight probably won't work. No telling when either of us will get off...." She smiled mysteriously - did I detect a hint of mischief in that smile? Then she turned away just as the elevator "dinged" its destination.

Stepping off, I was surprised at how dark it was. "Not expecting us?" I joked. "Or just conserving energy?"

Sarah laughed, genuinely amused, then motioned me to follow her into a brightly lit room. She opened the door and led me inside.

The room was definitely a lab, though it had the look of a room that didn't get used that often. There was a brown leather chair near the center of the room, the type on hydraulics which adjusts to a variety of different positions. In the corner was a treadmill which Sarah began testing out and making sure it was free of clutter. Behind me to my right was a private bathroom marked with a "unisex" men's/women's sign. I half chuckled to myself, hopefully they wouldn't be needing a sample.

I eased closer to Sarah, our easy connection continuing. "So," I said, "what did you mean about not being sure when either of us get off?"

She flushed bright red and half hid her face in a cascade of hair as she quickly glanced down, chuckling. "Well," she said, "no telling how long these tests could take. And I'll still be working after your appointment is over."

"Oh," I said, slightly disappointed, expecting more.

"But," she continued, "that could mean... other things, too." There was that mischievous smile again! Raising her voice, she said, "Hopefully the doctor will be here soon, so we can get all this over with and put your mind at ease."

I hadn't really thought about my test since I laid eyes on Sarah. But as distracted as I was, I had a pretty good memory for conversation. "Wait, the doctor's not here yet? I thought you said he told you to take me downstairs?"

"He did," she said, her eyes a bit uncertain. "He told us to bring you down here and he'd meet us here after lunch."

"He told 'us?'" Her eyes widened, realizing her slip up. "Sarah, what's going on?"

Sarah glanced at the back corner of the room, in the direction of the restroom. I didn't have time to wonder what she was looking at, as she looked back at me almost immediately.

"I thought you said the doc would be here...."

The next few things happened so quickly, it was almost a blur. A sultry voice murmured in my ear, "She lied." Before I could turn, a slender woman's hand held a small breath mask to my face from behind. Her other hand reached around my other side and firmly gripped my balls with a squeeze.

My involuntary GASP at this caused my head to start spinning. I must've started staggering, because Sarah rushed forward to steady me. The mystery woman let go of my genitals and pulled a tight rubber band around my head, holding the mask in place. I was being gassed with something! Anesthetic? It must be!

I tried to reach up and pull the mask off my face, but Sarah was holding my hands to my sides with an almost-apologetic look on her face. Not only did this gas make me dizzy, but I was suddenly very weak. Unable to struggle from Sarah's grip in my condition, my legs were the next to give out. As small as she was, Sarah was strong enough to ease me to the ground with no trouble.

As I rolled to my back, the room spinning around me, I noticed the tube on my breath mask was attached to a small metal canister sitting on the ground. I could also see my attacker. I caught a glimpse of a tall, slender woman, about 5'8", with shiny black hair and dark blue scrubs.

Before I had a chance to focus on her face, my eyes blurred, and then the world went black.


LATER

My return to consciousness was a slow process. They must've been keeping me gassed just enough to keep from waking completely. I woke several times, so groggy I dozed back off almost immediately. But during those brief waking moments, I noticed I was sitting in the brown leather chair with two tubes leading out of my sweat pants. I was vaguely uncomfortable from the waist down, but I was too groggy and confused to understand where the hoses led.

I couldn't tell how long I'd been out, but I gradually began to wake up, as though from a deep and fitful dream. When my eyes opened, I felt refreshed, as though waking up from a sound sleep. The mask was no longer on my face, so I was no longer being gassed. And the tubes were gone. Maybe it was just a dream...?

I moved to sit forward in the chair, but quickly realized something else. My arms and legs were both snugly tied to the chair. My arms were tied to the chair arms, and my legs were each tied to the individual cushions of this strangely designed chair, one cushion behind each leg. My breathing quickened as the reality of my situation sank in - I was being held captive!

My first thought was to try to free myself. I was tied using those rubber tourniquets nurses use to tie around a person's arm when giving blood. As I struggled, though, I could see that any struggles were futile - each arm and leg was secured with no fewer than four tourniquets. To break one, I'd have to break them all, which would be nearly impossible.

Sarah and the mystery woman heard my struggles. Mystery's voice cooed playfully from behind my chair, "It looks like our patient is awake." I heard two sets of footsteps approach me, one on either side of the chair.

This was my first fully-alert look at my attacker. The dark blue scrubs, tall, slender figure, and raven hair belonged to a woman with a classically beautiful face. She was sharp-featured, and despite her intimidating demeanor there was a pleasant, playful attitude radiating from her. She was no more beautiful than Sarah, but ran a close second place to her.

"Hello, Nick. My name is Ashleigh. I know you and Sarah have already met."

I glanced over at Sarah who smiled that cute smile back at me. She seemed a little apologetic, but for the most part acted like this was completely normal. Of course, completely normal. I always wake up tied to a chair by two insanely beautiful women.

"Wh-" I stuttered, my mouth dry.

"Shh, take your time," purred Ashleigh. "I'm sure you have lots of questions."

She and Sarah both shared a smile, then waited for my questions. I cleared my throat, then steadied myself.

"Well, first, what the Hell is going on here?"

Ashleigh's eyes flashed a warning. "We will answer your questions. But you need to be much more polite."

It wasn't going to do me any good to be rude or make them angry. I tried again. "Okay, why am I here?"

I hated the way my voice shook. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing fast, all from adrenaline. What were they planning to do with me? Or TO me? I was partly turned on and partly scared shitless, and I'm sure they could hear both in my voice.

"Well..." paused Ashleigh, moving close enough that I could feel her abdomen rub against my left arm. It felt like she was wearing something under her scrubs. "I would think the REASON would be obvious..." she purred as she ran a hand between my legs and massaged my swelling manhood.

That answered that question. Most of my fear disappeared, along with the rest of my stupor from the gas, and I snapped fully alert as I realized what they intended.

She smiled broadly at me, clearly aware that I had relaxed. Sensing the same thing, Sarah moved in on my right and started running her fingers through my hair. I looked over and she smiled coyly as her breasts began to rub against my upper arm and shoulder.

"Okay," I continued, "why me, then?"

"Ah, that's a better question. Sarah?"

Sarah seemed a little embarrassed. "I was hoping to meet you, actually. I didn't get to meet you at your last appointment, but I sure did see ya. From a distance."

"Sarah asked me if I knew you, but I had only started a week before her," explained Ash. "She asked my advice, if she should introduce herself-"

"But Ash had a much better idea." They looked at each other, then broke into a giggle.

"So... There's no doctor." They both shook their heads, laughing. I looked at Sarah, "So THAT'S why you sounded distracted on the phone, Ash was telling you what to say?"

"True," said Sarah. "I'm sorry for the deception. But-"

"But really," continued Ash, "how else would we bring up this subject? Excuse me, sir, but my friend and I would like to tie you up and... do things to you?"

"Besides," Sarah almost whispered, "this is all part of the experience."

Okay, now I was a bit confused again. It must have shown on my face, because Ash patiently said, "Let me explain. Sarah and I have many mutual interests. You are only one of those."

"Ash has promised to... show me the ropes, I guess you could say," laughed Sarah.

Ash smiled, a bit coldly. Her personality seemed to be changing a bit. "Pun intended?" Sarah seemed a bit confused by Ash's chilly attitude. "Well, that's true, Sarah is what you might call my 'intern.' But we won't be using ropes." She left that statement hang in the air a bit. I could only guess what she meant! "And now, you have a choice to make, Nicholas. We can untie you, and you can leave," she paused, and there must've been a hint of disappointment on my face, because Ash's eyes lit up, "or, you can make an agreement with us. If we untie you, you won't struggle or try to leave. And you will do every single thing we say, without question."

She paused expectantly, waiting for my answer.

"I-" I started to answer, the paused. I needed to think this through completely. I already knew the answer I was going to give, despite my better judgment. But did I have a clue what I was getting myself into?

"I've had relationships in the past where... we both enjoyed being tied up," I continued. "But... it was more a mutual thing. Just for fun, totally sexual. But, I've never been... dominated before."

Sarah looked slightly sympathetic, but Ash had no sympathy, and an almost mocking tone in her voice. "I understand this is a very hard decision. And yet, it is a simple choice. If you are too scared, simply refuse and we will let you go. However, you were our choice for this. And if you agree, you won't be disappointed. And I promise, we'll even be gentle with you... at least for the first time."

Ash clearly knew which buttons to press. By hinting at my fear, no matter how nervous I really was feeling, she all but guaranteed my agreement. Then again, maybe she could already see in my eyes that I planned to agree, and she was simply starting the fun.

"Okay..." I said.

Ashleigh and Sarah both moved closer. Ash spoke, "You're sure you know what this means? Complete submission. And even though I'm still Sarah's mistress because I am training her, we are BOTH your mistress. You must obey us both."

I nodded, more firmly this time. "I agree. I am at your mercy, I will do as you say."

Like flipping a switch, it started. Ashleigh fiercely grabbed my balls through my sweat pants and leaned in close. Sarah even jumped, started by Ash's intensity. "'I agree' what?" she asked.

Catching on, I stammered, "I agree, m-m-mistress."

She smiled and stood back up, mercifully releasing my scrotum. "There, see, I can be reasonable. I'll even give you one free-pass while you're getting the hang of being our slave. One warning with no punishment."

The word 'punishment' sent a thrill through me, but I tried not to let it show. "Yes mistress."

Meanwhile, Sarah brought a scalpel over from a tray behind my line of sight. I was immediately nervous. She wasn't going to cut me, was she? My nerves relaxed as she cut the bonds on my wrists and arms, but no more. I rubbed my arms, the freedom feeling strange, and almost wishing to be tied again, which I was sure I would be.

Ash nodded at Sarah, who said, "Lean forward, remove your T-Shirt, and then sit back." Sarah sounded like she was trying to be more severe, trying to be like Ash. But it wasn't quite "her." Maybe it's because she was new to this?

I did as I was told, leaned forward, and removed my shirt. At that time, another question occurred to me. "What were all of those tubes? Or was I dreaming?"

Ash looked irritated but patient. "You should speak only when spoken to. This will count as your one warning. Shame you used it up so quickly!" she said mockingly.

Damn it, I thought, of course I had to waste it on a stupid question!

"The tubes," Ash continued, "were to make sure you're all cleaned out. An enema and a catheter. Suffice to say you were asleep long enough for us to make sure you were empty. It should be a long weekend, and we don't want you to have to ask to use the restroom."

They did that while I was asleep? That was unsettling. My surprise must have registered on my face, because Sarah had to remind me of my situation. She grabbed the back of my hair firmly and yanked it back. "I believe your instructions were to sit back!"

I immediately did as I was told, with a, "Yes mistress." Ashleigh was pleased with Sarah's performance and complimented her.

"Thanks," replied Sarah. "It still feels strange, though."

"Don't worry," purred Ash. "The more you do it, the more you'll get used to the attitude. The more addicted you'll become to having a slave completely at your mercy."

Sarah's breathing quickened as Ash slowly moved in, aware of Sarah's arousal. Ashleigh planted a passionate kiss on Sarah's mouth, who stiffened a bit at first, surprised, but then relaxed into it and returned her kiss with enthusiasm. Sarah and Ash's hands probed each other's most sensitive areas, and I was a happy spectator. A small moan escaped my lips, at which point Ashleigh broke off the kiss, the moment gone.

"It sounds as though our slave has forgotten his place," mused Ash. "We are not your little peepshow. Sarah, get the soft restraints from the cabinet while I slip into something more comfortable."

Sarah moved behind my chair to the wall of cabinets as Ash slowly slid her scrub top up and off over her head, her black hair waving wildly. Under the scrub top, Ash was wearing a skin-tight shiny black leather bustier, which ended well above her belly button, leaving most of her abdomen exposed. She untied a string on her pants, turned, and treated me to a bit of a strip show as she slipped off her soft shoes then slowly bent over and lowered her pants. Ash was wearing underwear made of the same material as her top, and they were the kind with a very short, short leg, almost like hotpants. On her legs were almost nylons, but they were shiny and semi-transparent, made of a tight fitting rubber.

Ash finished removing her pants and disappeared behind me as I felt Sarah start fiddling at the back of the chair. She pushed me forward, then eased a soft brown leather strap behind my back. This was fastened around the back of the chair with a locking strap. Then a second set of straps double-buckled over my chest, holding me fast to the chair.

Although, with my arms untied, I didn't exactly feel restrained. My mistresses must have already thought of that, as a similar strap was placed around each forearm and tightly buckled, securing each arm to the armrests of the chair. They were like the belts used to hold a mental patient to a bed. Now I definitely couldn't move if I tried. I gave a tentative struggle, just to see how little movement I had. The struggle served to arouse me even more, and my member began pitching a tent inside my boxers.

Sarah noticed my increasing hardness, then smiled lustily and gently toyed with the growing bulge in my pants. It didn't last long, as Sarah's eyes flicked up nervously toward a distinct CLICK-CLICK sound. As Ash moved back in front of me, the cause of the sound was clearly Ash's spike-heeled black leather thigh boots, which ended just above her knees. She was the picture of every dominatrix I had ever seen, only about 10 times as attractive.

Next Ash moved to stand directly in front of me, her legs pressing against mine. She nodded at Sarah, an unspoken command I didn't quite understand. Sarah disappeared behind me, and began shuffling. She sounded like she was changing too.

"I am going to cut the ties off your legs, now," explained Ash. "But you will not move. Is that clear?"

I nodded, "Yes mistress."

Without another word she knelt and cut the tourniquets from my legs. I felt a tug at my ankles and realized she was pulling at my pants. I wiggled my hips a bit, and soon my pants slid down and off my legs. Ashleigh then moved up and gently pulled at the waist of my boxers.

"Raise your hips," she commanded, gently but firmly. I obeyed. And before I knew it, I was sitting completely naked, bound at the chest and arms. My legs rested free against the chair's leg rest, but they didn't do me much good, restricted as I was above the waist.

Sarah reappeared from behind me, and my breath caught in my throat. As attractive as Ash was in her dominatrix attire, Sarah was amazingly more beautiful and sexy in a white leather skirt and push-up bra. She wore white leather heels over traditional white silk stockings. She took the idea of a naughty nurse and turned the dial up to "11." I was speechless.

Then a strange thing happened. She smiled at me and handed Ash a can. I wasn't sure what it was, but Ash quickly squirted a generous amount of lather all over my groin. Sarah handed her a disposable razor, which Ash used to shave my pubic hair completely off! I was completely bald down there, and it not only looked bizarre, but it felt a bit weird, too.

Reading my thoughts, Ash said, "Don't worry. It may look strange, but it will be worth it later."

Sarah leaned in and purred in my ear, "You'll feel things so much better this way...." As her hot breath warmed my face, my penis began to swell again. Sarah nibbled at my earlobe before standing back up.

Noticing my growing manhood, Ash stroked it a few times, then sharply flicked my head, which hurt like hell and caused my erection to shrink slightly, even though it was oddly erotic.

Sarah was rifling through a cabinet which I could see. She drew out several things which looked like electrical components. They almost defied description. One was a plain back box about an inch thick and a few inches wide. I could see small lights and buttons on it. In her other hand she carried several rings, wired together. I didn't understand their purpose at first, but it soon became clear.

Ash knelt in front of me, and Sarah stood to the side. The first placed the black box against my upper thigh, then secured it with a single strip of elastic fabric tape (the kind doctors use to put splints on sprained wrists or ankles.) Next, Ash slid one of the rings around my shaft. This was a black rubber band, studded around the inside with small metal pads. It didn't fit that tightly yet.

Sarah then pressed a lever on the largest ring, which expanded to full size. She handed it to Ash, who eased it over my balls, then clamped it down tightly on the base of my scrotum. It ratcheted shut like a handcuff, tightening down, but not loosening up. My lower regions were beginning to get a bit uncomfortable, restricted so tightly, but my excitement betrayed how turned on I was by this situation. My erection began to grow, and I doubt even a flick from Ashleigh could have discouraged me.

She didn't bother trying, but she said, "Now you will see the purpose of this rubber ring," indicating the black band with the metal studs around the base of my penis. As my erection grew, the band grew tighter and tighter. It was expanding to allow blood IN, but not allowing any blood back OUT. "This is called trapping an erection. You should stay hard, no matter how many times we make you cum."

My eyes widened, and my breathing grew a bit shallow as she moved up next to me. "But, if you're not a good boy, we won't make you at all." As she spoke, Sarah clamped one more ring around the middle of my shaft, and a final one at the base of my head. It felt odd, but I hadn't felt anything yet.

I didn't realize that the ball ring had several wires attached to it. Four of these wires were attached to sticky pads, two of which which Sarah stuck to my groin muscles at the upper-inside of my thighs. Ash attached the other two to either side of my lower abdomen, just above and to either side of my cock.

The final lower wire had a distinct plug, like an audio jack on a pair of headphones. Sarah slipped this plug into a small round port on the black box taped to my thigh. I could see several other holes besides the one she plugged the wire into, almost like other devices could be plugged in at the same time. A final wire dangled from the ring around the head of my cock. It had a smallish smooth metal bulb at the end, and I looked at it curiously. Ash filled me in.

"This is the final piece of THIS device. By now you've realized that this is a set of electrodes." What?! I hadn't realized any such thing, but my shock kept me from speaking out in my alarm. Ash continued before I had a chance to incur any punishment. "This is called a urethral probe. It goes all the way inside of you and shocks your prostate from the inside."

I must've looked terrified, because she laughed. Sarah looked slightly concerned, like she wasn't really into the "mean" stuff. Ash continued, "Don't look so scared, slave. We're not intending to cause permanent damage. This probe should only have to shock gently. If you're very good, we can make you feel like you're having an endless orgasm."

My heart was pounding now. An endless orgasm? Shocks?! What had I gotten myself into?? I didn't have time to think further, as I felt a steady pressure on the opening of my penis. While not excruciating, it did hurt going in. The smoothness of the bulb made it slightly less uncomfortable, and helped it slide all the way inside me, deep into my groin. Ash eased it all the way to the end of the wire, so the wire was stretched tight from the ring.

"You look skeptical," she said, slightly irked. "Let me give you a demonstration."

I sputtered a bit, not sure if I should protest or not. Thankfully before I had a chance to argue, Ash pressed a button on a small remote control she carried. My entire lower body began to buzz with a low current of electricity! It was one of the most amazing sensations I had ever felt, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes, relaxed. The rings on my genitals, electrodes on my groin, and probe deep inside me all fired in different patterns, causing the shocks to feel like a pleasurable, fiery wave washing below my waist. I already felt close to cumming, but Ash's breath whispered in my ear, "However, if you misbehave...."

She didn't finish the thought, but made her point with another button press. A quick, intense jolt brought me out of my stupor. My jaw clenched, nearly biting my tongue as the painful shock peaked, then disappeared.

I was breathing quickly now as Ash peered down at me, superior. The afternoon was clearly just beginning. Sarah moved up even with Ash, and they both reached behind the chair and pulled two metal foot-rests around, so they latched in place by the chair, in front of me and slightly elevated.

Sarah spoke next, surprising me, as she had been quiet for a while. "Place your feet in these stirrups."

"What?" I asked, more out of curiosity than confusion. I knew what she said, but had no idea what they intended and was a little worried by it. I immediately regretted asking as Ash pressed the shock button once again. I grunted and seized up, waiting for the jolt to pass, which took a bit longer this time. Breathing heavily against the strap on my chest, I realized I had no choice. "Yes... Mistress." Sarah's eyes lit up just a bit, pleased by my answer, but still obviously concerned for my safety.

I placed my legs on the metal rests, with my feet against the stirrups. My feet were now at shoulder level, knees bent awkwardly. "There, that's better, slave" said Ash. She immediately secured one leg to the stirrup using the stretchy tape, then handed the roll to Sarah and motioned for her to do the same to my other leg.

As Sarah worked on trapping my leg, Ash reached behind the chair and pulled out something else. A medium sized black rubber cone-like device. It started narrow, widened to a bulge, then abruptly tapered down to a narrow piece. The narrow piece attached to another wide flat piece. I knew instantly that it was a butt-plug. My eyes must have widened with recognition.

"I see you know what's in store for you next." She pointed at a small metal bulge on one side of the plug. It was shaped like an egg. "This is no ordinary butt plug. This part does the same thing the rings do to your cock. It is designed to shock, and vibrate as well, and once placed properly inside, it will be directly over your prostate." She grinned wickedly. "The results can be very pleasant, or..." She let the thought hang in the air as she handed the plug to Sarah. She looked at it a bit uncomfortably, then moved obediently as Ash glared at her. Sarah placed herself between my legs. I felt a squirt of something cold and greasy on my anus; I was being lubed up.

Ash leaned over me and reached up to fold down the stiff top of her black leather bustier. Her ample breasts now hung freely over my face. "Just to keep you from complaining, perhaps we should occupy your tongue." She immediately pressed one of her breasts against my mouth, then grabbed the back of my hair with a hand. The soft, yielding flesh of her breast collapsed over my mouth and nose, cutting off my air. At that moment, I felt the tip of the butt plug press against my anus. My legs twitched involuntarily, but I couldn't move them an inch.

At this point, the helplessness of my situation fully sank in. I was completely immobile, and had no choice but to do everything these women wanted. I was completely their plaything, for as long as they chose to keep me, and I have to admit, I wanted nothing more. The sheer helplessness and immobility only fueled my arousal to a fever pitch.

Whether that caused me to react, I don't know, but at once my tongue began licking Ash's nipple furiously. I sucked hard, flicking the nipple then caressing the areola. I could tell from Ash's groans that I was doing something correctly, though I'd never actually done this before. I must be a natural.

As my chest began to pound harder from lack of air, my lungs were mercifully freed, if only for a moment. I gulped in air as Ash positioned her other tit over my mouth, giving it equal time. I sucked and licked, once again suffocated, and now blinded by her other breast, which pressed against my eyes, lubricated by my own saliva.

I licked and sucked more furiously as Sarah began to gently press the butt plug inside me. Each time she met resistance, she eased it out a bit, then back in a bit further. I was being eased open as wide as possible, and having never done this before, the job wasn't easy. Sarah was mercifully gentle as she slowly probed me with the plug. I could tell the widest part was close to passing my opening, as I felt the cold steel of the built-in vibrator/electrode that Ashleigh had shown me. I was stretched to my limit, and a half-pained, half-pleasured moan hummed from my lips. My groan was muffled by Ash's smothering breasts, but my arousal was clear to her.
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Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, the widest part of the plug eased past my sphincter, which quickly closed over the narrow part. My ass basically sucked the butt plug inside, and there was nothing I could do about it. The wide, flat part of the plug kept it from going further inside. As promised, I could feel the small metal bulge pressing against my p-spot. The pressure was like the early tingle felt just before an orgasm. I was sure if Ash or Sarah turned on the vibrating electrode, the tingle would turn into a full blown spasm, like an endless orgasm for as long as the power was on.

Ash abruptly stood up and grabbed a few more things from behind my chair. One was a small wire, and another was a small hose attached to a rubber bulb, like you see on a blood-pressure cuff. She circled around between my legs and screwed the tube onto the plug. I was breathing rapidly now, aroused to the point of distraction, every sensation heightened.

Ash smiled wickedly as she began to pump the bulb, inflating the plug inside me. What was at first merely slightly uncomfortable became painful in a hurry. After the second and third pumps I was in agony, and Sarah looked on in dismay. After the fourth pump, as I was barely able to keep from crying out, Sarah appeared about to say something to stop Ash from torturing me further. It was not necessary, as Ash chose now to speak. "I think that's enough. You did better than I expected." A brief hiss of air relieved the pressure inside of me, not completely, but no longer painful. Amazing, three pumps a moment ago felt excruciating, but having been stretched even further, now it didn't feel so bad.

Ash unscrewed the bulb, then pointed at my face. "Sarah, I don't believe he'll be needing his mouth for a while. See what you can do about that.

As Ash began connecting the wire between the butt plug and the flat control box taped to my leg, Sarah pressed a pedal beneath my chair, which reclined me to almost vertical. It was actually more comfortable this way. Reclined as I was, Sarah found it much easier to swing one leg over me and sit down on my chest, one leg on either side of my face.

From this angle I was treated to a beautiful view. The already amazing Sarah now had her white leather skirt, and everything beneath, only a few inches from my face. She played with my hair for a bit, smiling that adorable smile. I murmured, "What are you going...?" She placed a finger to my lips and told me, "Shhhh."

While Sarah enjoyed herself, I felt Ash begin to wrap more tape around the flat metal box fastened to my leg, into which the electrodes and vibrator were plugged. Before long, she had completely encased the device in the elastic tape around my leg. It wasn't going anywhere, that's for sure.

Slowly, Sarah raised one leg, resting her foot on my face, and began working it against my lips. I licked her silky stocking-covered foot from the heel, to the arch, to the ball of her foot. She then placed her toes into my mouth and worked them around a bit. This went on for a few minutes, occasionally pinching my nose shut with her toes as she pressed her foot full against my face.

Next she began to roll down one of her white silk nylons. She draped this over my throat, then repeated with the other leg. Bare-legged, she now raised both legs to my shoulders, her full, although light, weight resting on my chest. She hiked up her skirt and began to ease down her white silk panties. They weren't exactly a thong, there was more fabric than that, but they were the kind that didn't completely cover the cheeks of her perky ass. I didn't know what the style was called, and frankly I didn't care. Disappointed as I was that I didn't get to see her wearing them very much, I wasn't disappointed for long. Sarah's glistening mound was now in full view, naked, with just a drape of skirt covering it.

I wasn't given much time to admire it, as Sarah began rolling each nylon into a ball. She placed each silky ball inside my mouth, one inside each cheek, puffing them out comically. She then spread out the panties and held them above me, almost as though she were showing them to me. Rather, she was getting them in position. She began lowering the panties, crotch-first, into my open mouth. With one hand, she began stuffing the crotch of the panties deeper into my mouth, until only the hips and waist of the panties were still outside my mouth. She continued stuffing until the panties had completely disappeared, my mouth barely able to close. She pinched my jaws shut, then grabbed another roll of brown elastic tape from a nearby tray. She attached one strand to my cheek, stretched it across my mouth, snipped it with a pair of scissors, and fastened it to the other side of my face. She repeated this process three more times, so my mouth was covered by a wide band of tape, sealing Sarah's delicates inside my mouth and completely keeping me from speaking! Strangely I could still breathe somewhat through the fabric and tape. It was like having a heavy blanket over your face - a bit smothering, but still possible to breathe through. Thankfully it didn't matter, since my nose was still free. At least, for now.

Before she continued, Sarah grabbed a paper hat, like the kind people wear in surgery. She whispered, "We don't want to pull your hair out later," and giggled a bit. With the hat in place, Sarah lifted my head and began completely wrapping the lower part of my face with the tape. She also wrapped several strands from beneath my chin, up over the top of my head, so only a small band of skin from my upper lip to my forehead remained exposed. My head was completely wrapped, except for my eyes and nose. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to being completely lost to this experience. I now knew I had no hope of wiggling the tape over my mouth free, as it was now wrapped completely around my face. Little did I know, the ladies had just begun.

I heard Ash purr softly and compliment Sarah's handiwork. "Thank you, mistress," bowed Sarah. With that, Ash used an angled pair of scissors and snipped my legs free, then unbuckled my arms and chest. As quickly as it had started, I was now free.

"Rise," commanded Ashleigh. I obeyed. I was now free, and if I chose, I could have escaped. Ash seemed to sense this, and did not try to prevent me. She looked in my eyes, seeming to evaluate my commitment to being her captive and slave. My eyes flicked to the hallway... What would I do, exactly? Run naked down the street, gagged and with a butt plug up my ass? And regardless, did I really WANT to be free of these beautiful women? I knew before I even asked myself the question, I had no intention of leaving my captivity. I met Ash's eyes, then Sarah's, ready for anything.

Ash smiled, sensing my surrender. "Do you wish to escape?" she asked.

"No," I tried to reply, but mouth stuffed, it came out, "Uuuph," so I shook my head, "No" as well. They both grinned and giggled, genuinely thrilled with my submission!

Without another word, they each grabbed one of my arms, strangely gently, and led me to a more open spot in the room. First, Ash handed Sarah a roll of plastic wrap, which she used to wrap around my thigh, where the metal box was taped. I would later understand that this was to keep the tape from coming loose around the box, during the rest of the day's events.

As Sarah finished, Ash handed her a wide roll of the stretchy fabric tape. Ash took a roll of the same, and each woman knelt beside me and began wrapping each leg with the tape, starting at the ankle and moving up. They were stretching the tape tight with each wrap around the leg, so I felt very restricted, even though I was technically still free. When they reached the top, the edge of the tape pressing into the crease below my buttocks and up into my crotch, they reversed direction and applied another layer back down to my ankles.

Moments later, Ash and Sarah had completely wrapped each of my legs in a thick coating of rubbery tape. They then stood and began to do the same with my arms. First, they wrapped my fingers together, flat, a bit like a flipper. Then, they closed each hand into a fist, and wrapped a generous amount of tape around each fist. My hands were now completely useless clubs at the ends of my arms. They then began working their way up from my wrists. When they reached my shoulders, they criss-crossed over my shoulders, around my neck, then each continued back down the opposite arm, coating my arms and fists with a double-layer of tape like my legs. They snipped the tape free again, and I gave them a curious look. Was this it? I didn't feel very enslaved, just a bit like a mummy. Sarah whispered near my ear, "Don't worry, just be patient. We've got some fun in store for you."

That was all I needed to hear. It was odd how much I trusted Sarah. I didn't feel quite the same about Ash, though she aroused me. Sarah was everything I had been looking for and more - not only did she push every button I had, but when she spoke, I didn't question what she said for even a second.

Ash watched Sarah whisper to me with a strange look on her face. I could have sworn I saw traces of irritation, anger, and even amusement cross her face. Maybe she was still just playing the part. Suddenly she spoke, "Actually, I think we might want to move him, Sarah." Sarah raised her eyebrows, questioning. "Okay.... Where?"

"Down to the day-surgical suites. It's quieter, and has all the same stuff. Grab the collar." Distracted by her instructions, Sarah didn't question further. As Sarah rifled through a cabinet, Ash stepped up next to me and whispered so Sarah couldn't hear. "Ah yes. We DO have some fun in store. And don't think I don't notice what's going on between you and Sarah. She may find I have some surprises in store for HER as well." She stepped back and gazed into my eyes, letting the implications sink in. My eyes furrowed, then widened as I took her meaning - was Ash just letting Sarah think she was in charge, too? What did she plan to do to Sarah?

Stuffed and gagged as I was, I couldn't speak, but I wasn't sure if I'd risk punishment even if I COULD speak. Regardless, I would have to try to warn Sarah without speaking, and only if I could tell her away from Ash's earshot.

Sarah arrived behind me, and I felt the "SNAP" of a dog collar being locked in place around my throat. With a ZZZIP, it was tightened down, nearly choking me. She attached the leash, then handed it to Ash. With a sharp tug on the leash, we were off.

I had a difficult time keeping up, with my legs wrapped as they were. I basically waddled with straight legs, hardly able to bend my knees. The presence of the over-inflated butt plug just made my walk even more awkward. And with my arms taped up stiffly, they weren't much use for balance. I walked a bit like something from an old monster movie, staggering with stiff arms and legs, nearly falling from time to time.

In a short time we reached our destination. It looked much like the last room, but it was deeper into the clinic, and any sound from the street outside was cut off completely. The lights were out in this part of the building, so Sarah flipped on a single bank, giving the room a dim, mood-lit appearance.

As we arrived, Ash unsnapped the collar. It was an instant relief to my throat. "Good boy," she purred into my face. She flicked her eyes over to Sarah, who was leaving a cabinet with an armload full of more rolls of elastic tape. Ash grinned wickedly as I realized what they intended. I was to be wrapped up completely.

Ash was in charge of this part, starting with my ankles. She moved my legs close together, touching, and began wrapping my legs together. Her job was slow but steady, and I felt any freedom I once had being completely taken from me. My bare feet could still feel the cool tile, but they would not be able to take me anywhere. As Ash reached mid-thigh, Sarah placed my arms by my sides and held them gently. I wasn't about to resist. With my arms taped straight, my fists reached to just below my hips, near the top of my thighs. Ash continued wrapping the tape around me, and began wrapping it around my fists. My arms began to be secured to my sides, as the tape climbed higher around me.

The tape had reached my buttocks now, and each time the tape looped around the front, Ash made sure that my cock and balls were on the outside of the tape. With each loop behind me, the tape wiggled the butt plug inside me, causing me a little pleasurable jolt of slight pain each time it jerked. Before long, my hips had disappeared beneath the tape, and my arms were trapped by my sides, up to mid-forearm. The edges of the butt plug dug into the surrounding cheeks of my ass, because Ash was pulling the tape as tight as possible all the way around. I wouldn't be able to move a muscle.

Ash handed the tape to Sarah, who continued looping the strands around me, just as tight. I felt like I was entering a cocoon, and knew that I would emerge just as changed. I felt myself transforming with each strip of tape. Just yesterday I never would have imagined doing this, having these mistresses in my life. Today, I couldn't imagine living life any other way! Whenever the tape came off, I would be the same person, with a whole new layer to my personality, and I would belong to them completely. At least, I would belong to Sarah.

As I realized Sarah had already reached my chest and was continuing upward, I noticed my breathing had become somewhat restricted beneath the tight, stretchy tape. My breath quickened with excitement. She made deep, passionate eye contact with me as she moved around in front of me and finished the wrapping around my shoulders and neck. I was now completely and utterly trapped, unable to move even a fraction of an inch. I wiggled different parts of my body experimentally, but it was no use, nothing would move but my still-exposed toes. But they still weren't finished.

My eyes followed Sarah as she placed the empty rolls of tape on the table. I felt Ash's hands behind me on my shoulders, and she placed a foot behind my heels, keeping me from sliding backwards. In one fluid motion, she put one arm around me from behind, then stepped back. I felt myself falling backwards, unable to catch my balance with my trapped arms. I felt propped up against Ash's body, hugged tight to her by her arm. She repositioned her hands behind my shoulders as Sarah came over to hold my ankles. With a few short steps, Ash lowered my body to the cold tile, and I lay there looking up at both of them, skinny as they were, still towering over me from this position.

The next few moments took me completely by surprise, though I don't know why, I should have expected it. Ash took a small, strangely angled plastic jug tucked a plastic bag inside, and then placed both over my penis, A few straps of tape sealed the opening and held it in place over my manhood. I didn't understand, and they let the confusion in my eyes go unanswered.

Ash moved to my feet and began wrapping them with the same elastic tape. First around the sides, then behind my heels, over my toes, and finally around the sides again, sealing them completely. I was now completely covered except my eyes. Which came next. Sarah knelt by my head and received a roll of tape tossed from Ash. Before blindfolding me, Sarah looked at me mischievously. Unable to help herself, she raised her skirt, straddled my face and lowered her glistening pussy directly onto my face. For a moment, she just sat there. I could just see the globes of her ass cheeks over my eyes, but under her skirt there wasn't much else to see. I couldn't even see that much as she settled her weight fully and began to rub herself on my face, bucking slowly, sensually. I could hear her moans, but then she froze at Ash's reprimand.

"Sarah. There's time for that later. You have work to do." I could feel Sarah's muscles relax in disappointment. As she relaxed, she settled more fully on my face, cutting off my air completely. Mercifully, moments later she raised up off my face and looked down at me, a mixture of disappointment and hunger in her eyes, her scent still lingering on the fabric tape around my face.

She placed a roll of tape on my chest, then picked up two cotton balls from beside me. She placed one on each of my eyes. Over these, she rested two round gauze pads. Finally, she stuffed one more cotton ball inside each of my ears. Then she gently raised my head and began sealing away the only remaining exposed skin on my body. The soft bulges of cotton pressed into my eyelids gently, but enough to prevent me from opening my eyes at all. The cotton and tape over my ears rendered all sound to a dull murmur. I could barely hear anything, the last of my senses robbed from me.

I was grateful for the stretchy fabric of the tape, as Sarah completely covered my face with it. I don't know if she forgot to leave an air hole or if she did it deliberately, but I was left to suck air through the fabric tape over my nose, and through the tape covering the panties and nylons sealed in my mouth. It was a bit like breathing into a soft pillow - not the easiest thing, but certainly not impossible. After a few wraps, my head was completely encased in the tape. As was the rest of my body. Only my balls and a small part of my cock were still exposed to the air, the part which was not inside the plastic jug.

I only thought the hopelessness of my situation had sunk in. It was about to become much more obvious. I lay there on the cold tile, completely unable to move, and in a state of such arousal it was almost maddening. I was on the brink of an orgasm, but unable to stimulate myself I was doomed to hover on that brink, never to push myself over the edge.

I felt more than heard the click of Ash's heels on the tile next to my head. She must've knelt next to me, because I heard her muffled voice more clearly.

"I trust you'll be a good boy. Sarah and I are going to take a late lunch. We'll be back in an hour or so."

Seriously? They were leaving me here! I wiggled as much as I could and grunted my displeasure. I must have looked ridiculous because, instead of convincing them to stay, they both broke into uncontrollable giggles. Understanding that I was at their mercy, my grunts subsided. I could feel Ash's fingers gently caress my nipples through the fabric, the ticklish sensation intensely arousing as she spoke. "Don't worry, we'll be back," she said. "And... if you're good, we'll make your night more enjoyable than you can imagine."

I liked the sound of that. I obviously wasn't going anywhere, so how could I be anything BUT good?

"But," she continued, "if you cum even once, you will have to be punished before the fun can continue."

The hint of more punishment both worried and excited me. But I could barely move, how was I going to cum? That shouldn't be a problem.

I could feel Ash's heels click away from me, and it was then that I fully understood my predicament. The gentle electric throbbing of the probe deep inside me, the electrodes on my cock and balls, and the electrodes on my groin began to pulse. My shocked yelp escaped before I even realized what had happened. So THIS was what she meant? It was impossible! Of course I was going to cum, how could I not! And then I realized that is what she intended all along.

What better way to make sure I would be punished than by forcing me to break "the rules." The electrodes on my groin caused my hips to buck gently, almost like one of those Ab-belts which cause your muscles to tighten. As the electrodes fired, my muscles spasmed in order, lower groin and thighs, upper groin and abdomen. Taped up as I was, I could still move in the natural motion of someone in the throes of intercourse, even though I was inside no one.

I heard Sarah shout, "Good luck," just as the butt plug began to vibrate and pulse its own electric charge. They laughed as they faded into the distance. I tried distracting myself, wondering if they were planning on going to lunch dressed like THAT? It didn't help. I managed to hold on for another 30 seconds before the first powerful orgasm rocked me. But the vibrators and shock probes were relentless and kept up their assault. In fact, in between ejaculations, I DID feel as though I were having one continuous orgasm. The electricity and vibration had a magical effect.

I blacked out a couple of times, as orgasm after orgasm pulsed through me, spilling my seed into the bottle taped over my penis. I must be completely dry by now, the orgasms continued but I'm not sure how much I had left in me to spill.

I must have blacked out longer than expected, because before long I could hear and feel two sets of feet returning. I could hear their voices murmuring, though I couldn't be sure if they were talking to me or each other. Abruptly the vibration and shocks stopped. As exhausted as I was, I was disappointed to feel the never ending orgasm come to an end.

Soon, I felt the tape over my face being tugged. The cold steel of surgical scissors brushed my face as a small patch of tape was cut away. Sarah cut up one side, then up the other, and gently peeled the tape away, leaving a small square from my eyebrows to my chin exposed. She smiled and looked as though she wanted to say something. Her eyes were almost sympathetic as she stood, saying nothing, and smiling. She must have known what was coming.

Ash and Sarah were both back in their leather dominatrix and naughty nurse clothing. Ash knelt beside me and began untaping the bottle from my penis. She wasn't careful, and the tape pulled harshly at my skin. For the first time, I was thankful the hair was gone down there. Her look was severe as she pulled the bottle off my dripping member. She slipped the plastic bag from inside the bottle, looked at its half-full milky white contents, then frowned at me.

"We are very disappointed," she said, clearly enough that I could hear her. "Now we have to punish you." She nodded at Sarah, who knelt above my head. She looked down at me, upside-down, and pulled the panties and nylons from inside my mouth.

"What are-" I started to say, quietly, fearfully, but was cut off as Sarah's knees clamped down on either side of my face. Her knees were positioned to trap my jaw open so I couldn't close my mouth.

As Ash straddled me and sat on my chest, dangling the baggie above me, I knew what she had planned. "We won't be wasting a drop of this," she said, grinning evilly. With that, she placed the opening in my mouth and gently began squeezing the contents into my mouth. I squirmed and bucked, but my head was trapped. The salty, slimy liquid slowly filled my mouth. When I was nearly full, she removed the bag. Sarah's knees opened, and Ash clapped my chin shut almost immediately. As full as my mouth was, it overflowed as they closed it, dribbling down my cheeks and chin. Feeling like I was about to gag, I began breathing heavily through my nose, which Ash promptly reached down and pinched shut.

Needing air, I was forced to swallow the slimy goo. The taste wasn't as bad as I expected, but the slippery feel was disgusting. As I swallowed the last of it, they let my mouth and nose open. I coughed involuntarily as Ash praised me.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She chuckled to herself and picked up the half-empty baggie. "Don't worry, I won't make you do that again."

I gave her a confused look, sitting on my chest and holding the bag over my face. I immediately found out what she meant as she over-turned the bag over my face, and squeezed the contents slowly out, over my nose, closed lips, and eyes. I tried to turn my head, but again, Sarah's legs prevented me. I was temporarily blinded by the thick layer of goo on my face, but Sarah mercifully wiped a small amount away from each eye so I could open them.

"Thank you," I whispered, as she smiled brilliantly down at me. This moment drew a disapproving look from Ash, who stood and waved Sarah to join her behind me. Standing near the chair, they whispered harshly to one another. Were they deciding what to do with me next? No... There seemed to be some sort of disagreement. And though Ash was supposed to be Sarah's mistress as well as mine, Sarah seemed to argue her point forcefully.

As I lay on the floor, helpless to do anything but watch and squirm as the cum slowly dried on my face, Ash stiffened at something Sarah said, and for a moment, I thought she would slap her. Regardless of how this argument played out, I could only wonder what would be next for me....


Part 2 (added: 12/12/2009)

As I lay motionless on the cold tile of the surgical room floor, I reflected back on what had brought me here. A false call from a beautiful nurse, setting up an appointment on a Saturday to check out a life-threatening condition. My surprise was both pleasant and confusing as I learned the true intent of the beautiful nurse and who turned out to be her stunning and intimidating mistress. I was to serve both of them. They had put me through an intensely pleasurable afternoon up to now, inserting a butt plug, vibrator, and electrodes in the most sensitive of areas, specifically by my prostate and around my genitals. I was then completely mummified and left here on the floor.

Upsettingly, my two beautiful mistresses were having some sort of disagreement behind me. I strained to hear their whispers, but couldn't make out what they said. Just when I thought Ashleigh, the mistress in charge of both Sarah and I, would slap Sarah, it seemed that Sarah had won. Ash smiled thinly, then clicked her high heeled boots over to where I lay.

Without a word, Ash knelt and began snipping apart the tape holding my legs together, and wrapping each leg individually. "What next?" I thought to myself as she painfully ripped the layers of tape away from my legs, taking most of the hair with it.

Sarah smiled down at me from above. She seemed pleased with herself for standing up for herself. Could this mean she would take the lead in the rest of the day's domination? I could only hope so, as Sarah was the sweeter and more beautiful of the two, someone with whom I'd felt a mysterious connection from the time we met, and the one who was the obvious object of my adoration.

"Shoulders," Ash snapped as she knelt by my head. They each placed their hands behind my back and helped me maneuver my still-mummified upper body into a sitting position. Now that I could get my legs under me, I could stand upright. I did so, with each of them steadying my balance.

As they led me to the chair, I was struck by how erotic the situation was. My legs were free, and I could move about, but I was still very much their prisoner. What else could I do, run away? I doubt people would have been much help to a man naked from the hips down and mummified from the hips up.

But then again, I kept realizing that I didn't want rescue. I just wanted to do whatever they told me. Anything to prolong the pleasure of this day, and the new obsession I discovered I shared with these women!

They helped me sit on the brown leather chair they had used earlier to shave me and insert the electrodes and everything else. Sitting was a bit uncomfortable with my upper body still mummified and my arms trapped at my sides. Ash and Sarah must've known this, because Ash handed Sarah the surgical scissors and pointed at my upper body.

Sarah immediately began trimming the cocoon of tape from my torso, but my relief was short-lived. At the same time Sarah was freeing my upper body, Ash began wrapping my legs individually, this time using the elastic tape to mummify me to the divided leg-rests of the seat. I was more comfortable than before, my feet no longer in stirrups, but I was just as trapped as when I was on the floor.

As Sarah finished snipping through the layers of tape, she gave me an apologetic look. What came next wouldn't be fun, and I didn't get the impression she would enjoy it either. Quickly and painfully, she ripped the tape away from my arms and chest, leaving a red and nearly hairless surface behind. The pain was momentary, and it felt great to have the cool air of the surgical suite on my skin.

Again, my relief was temporary. Having finished completely encasing my legs in tape, fastening them to the chair, Ash began wrapping my upper body to the main part of the seat. With a look, she commanded Sarah to begin wrapping and securing my arms to the chair's armrests. I was thankful for the thick padded headrest behind me, because several layers of tape were wrapped around my forehead to hold my head in place.

The only parts of my body not wrapped up were my face and the area around my hips, groin, and genitals. These were obviously the areas they were going to make use of.

With a mechanical hum, my chair began to recline and extend. I felt as though I were being tipped back in a dentist's chair, and soon I was laying on my back in the contoured chair, staring at the ceiling.

"Well," said Ashleigh, still clearly miffed but no longer angry. "Since you stood up to me, Sarah, you are now your own woman. I no longer have control over you, and you should claim your reward." She smiled down at me, and Sarah's breathing quickened as she beamed at me. I still wasn't quite sure what Ash meant, though I could guess. And no matter what, with Sarah smiling that beautiful smile, all I could do was smile back.

"I just hope," Ash continued, "that you'll let me stick around to have some fun with you and your new toy?"

Sarah stopped, surprised by the request. "Of course you can stay... This wouldn't have been possible without you! Besides, there's room enough for both of us." She giggled mischievously, then pointed at my exposed groin. Ash took her meaning and straddled me. Her skimpy leather costume was still on, though, which was odd.

Paying Ash no more attention, Sarah returned her attention to me. "Are you ready?" Of course, I nodded as much as I could with the top of my head taped to the chair. With that, Sarah stepped around the headrest and backed up so she was straddling the headrest, one leg on either side. The soft pink folds of her womanhood hovered a little over a foot above my face.

Slowly bending her knees, she gently lowered herself onto my face, and I immediately began licking and sucking her velvety vulva, driving my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, and occasionally flicking her clit, causing a spasm of shocked pleasure to course through her. Her body bucked slowly in intense pleasure.

At this point, I barely noticed as Ash stepped back off of me. She tapped Sarah on the shoulder, who reluctantly pulled herself back out of her pre-orgasmic stupor. She looked at Ash, questioning and irritated.

"I have a better idea," Ash said. "Stand up for a second."

Sarah did as she was told, out of curiosity and not out of a desire to obey. I saw a smile spread on her face as she realized what Ash intended. My chair began to hum, and I slowly raised straight upward. Her glistening mound drew ever closer to my face, and while I wanted more, I wasn't sure how this would work.

After just a few moments, Sarah reached down and positioned my face directly under her slit. My chair raised the last few inches and I was pressed firmly into her warm, fragrant vagina.

But my chair didn't stop. Ash continued to raise my chair until Sarah was balanced on the ball of her feet, then on her toes, and finally, high enough that Sarah was unable to touch the ground at all, the full weight of her 90 pounds resting on my face. I could just barely get a breath by stretching the corner of my mouth outside of her lips.

As Ash helped her reposition, though, it was impossible to breathe without Sarah's help. "It's kind of uncomfortable," Sarah said. Without a word, Ash grabbed my nose and eased Sarah forward. My nose slipped inside her and began pressing against her clit. A small gasp escaped Sarah's lips and I felt a shudder of pleasure course through her. Her entire body relaxed and, involuntarily, began slowly bucking against my face. Hungrily, I began licking and sucking her soft flesh, my nose doing the work of a clitoral stimulator.

My lungs burned from lack of air, but I didn't care. I was in ecstasy, and so was Sarah. Briefly, she pushed her hands against the headrest to either side of my face and rocked slightly to one side, allowing me to breathe. After a moment, she cut off my air again and resumed her rhythmic gyrations.

Just as Sarah's legs began to firmly grip the sides of my face, her climax quickly approaching, I felt Ash straddle me on the chair again, this time obviously naked as I felt my stiff member slowly sink into her most delicate region. A moment later, a moan escaped all three of our lips; I moaned as a familiar buzzing erupted in my groin and ass - Sarah had turned the vibrator and electrodes back on! The current was not only felt by me, as Ash groaned in pleasure and slowly began bucking and swaying against my groin, coupled together. And Sarah growled, near delirious, as my moan provided just enough vibration coursing between her legs to push her over the edge of a furious orgasm.

As her moans and cries of pleasure slowly faded, seemingly an eternity later, she rocked back and rested on my chest, smiling down at my face, shining with her juices. All I could do was grin back at her as Ash continued to grind against my joint. Ash's efforts paused briefly as she tapped Sarah on the shoulder. She motioned to her to turn around, which Sarah did. I now had a perfect view of Sarah's ass and beautiful back, and was treated to a show as Ash began to run her tongue up and down Sarah's neck. As Ash resumed her grinding on my shaft, she and Sarah began kissing hungrily, their hands expertly exploring one another's erogenous zones.

It quickly became too much to bear. The sight of two beautiful women fondling and kissing on top of me, the feeling of Ash's rhythmic hips grinding me ever closer to climax, the rhythmic pulsing of the vibrator and electrodes, and the feeling of complete helplessness, not being able to move an inch. Involuntarily, my arms and legs began to tense as I inched closer to orgasm, but they couldn't move of course, taped fast to the chair. This feeling of restriction only further fueled my arousal, and with a final grunt, I exploded deep within Ashleigh, her groans and gyrations clearly mirroring my climax with a shattering orgasm of her own.

Sarah grinned at Ash. "No fair - I finished early!" The two laughed together as Ash replied, "Don't worry, you'll get the best reward, I'm sure." She winked mysteriously, and Sarah giggled contentedly. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I noticed something sinister in Ash's face....

They kissed once more, deeply and passionately, and then Sarah carefully climbed off my chest. Ash looked exhausted as she still bucked and twitched involuntarily with each shock that coursed between us. She motioned weakly to the remote control, which Sarah pushed, turning off the devices on me and inside me. Ash finally relaxed, flopping fully forward on top of me and catching her breath. Finally, she eased herself off my swollen member and dropped gently to the floor.

The chair began to hum as Ash lowered it back to the floor, while Sarah once again began snipping my bonds with the angled scissors. What little hair was left on my arms and legs ripped off as they pulled loose the strands of tape. They helped me stand from the chair.

"Sarah," Ash began, "why don't you run and use the restroom? It's almost time for your big reward...."

Sarah blushed and grinned at me, then gave me a quick kiss before turning toward the restroom. I could only grin as I watched her naked body, her cute ass twitching side to side as she ran to the bathroom.

Watching Sarah, I almost didn't notice the displeased sneer on Ash's face as she watched her go. As the door to the restroom slammed shut, Ash took my tied-up balls in one hand and slowly began backing toward a simple hospital bed in the corner of the room.

"Yes, she'll have her reward. And so will I. And I know you've been having fun, so there's something in this for all of us." I could tell Ash had something planned for Sarah because of the way she was speaking.

"I can tell you're a smart boy, you know I have something planned for her. But believe me when I tell you this," she continued, stopping by the bed and gripping my restricted scrotum even harder than before. "If you breathe a word of warning to Sarah... You will be punished more harshly than you can imagine. And I'm not being the least bit playful this time."

Her eyes flashed, and for a moment I was just a bit scared of what she planned. She seemed dangerous, and capable of just about anything as she spoke those words. Did I dare warn Sarah? Ash stared deeply into my eyes, sensing my hesitation as she began snipping the last of the tape from around my head. For the first time in hours, I was no longer wrapped up like a mummy. But the lack of tape did not make me feel less like a prisoner.

Ash smirked as she finished staring me down. "Get in the bed," Ash commanded. I climbed up and laid on my back. Ash rummaged through a cabinet at the foot of the bed and brought out four "soft restraints." They were padded belts which looped through the rails of the bed, and then buckled around each of my wrists and ankles.

Compared to the complete restriction of the last few hours, the soft restraints felt like barely anything at all. But as I tugged experimentally at my bonds, I realized I was just as helpless as before. In fact, the ability to move around a bit more but still not escape was almost more arousing than the complete mummification I endured before.

Ash returned to the foot of the bed and rummaged some more, then came out with several small plastic tubes, like syringes with no needles on them. I half opened my mouth, then clamped it shut, certain I would be punished if I spoke out of turn. Ash noticed this and smiled.

"Good boy," she cooed. "You're learning. And to reward you, I'll answer the question you didn't ask." She snapped the lids off a couple of the syringes. "It's a very special sort of... lubricant." She hesitated a bit, and her eyes flashed at this. "Should make your bodies slide together like greased pigs."

She chuckled low as she gently lifted my throbbing cock and began squirting the lubricant around the base of my penis, then all over my newly shaved groin and balls. It felt odd, almost warm as it went on, but it was an extremely arousing sensation. She let my member drop when she was finished, then grabbed another tube. She squirted a liberal amount on my stomach and nipples, and then, to my surprise, she finished up by squirting a thin line around my mouth, a clear liner around the very outer edge of my lips.

My brow furrowed at this last part, but I didn't speak. Ash smiled at me and threw away the empty tubes of lube. With a muffled flush and the sound of some running water, Sarah came skipping from the bathroom. I opened my mouth to say something, then clenched my jaw in agony as a shock stronger than any of the others coursed through my genitals. The shock disappeared just as quickly as it came, but I felt the effects for several moments.

"Oops," said Ash. "Wrong button." Her eyes narrowed in warning, and I took the hint as I caught my breath.

"You should be more careful with that," Sarah said, concerned. Ash didn't like this, but didn't say anything. "So, he's all lubed up, huh?"

Ash nodded. "He's all yours." She backed up a few steps, ready to watch the show.

Sarah grinned at me, full of life and anticipation. She edged up onto the bed, then straddled my groin. "Are you ready for some fun?" she asked. All I could do was nod eagerly, speechless at what was about to happen. I had no idea what would really take place.

Sarah reached between her legs with both hands and straightened my member straight up from my body, pointing directly at her waiting fold of soft, warm, moist flesh. She began to lower herself, then we both twitched with a bit of pleasure and anticipation as we first made contact with each other.

Aroused now, Sarah slowly eased herself onto my shaft, every inch of it being swallowed by her hungry pussy. Before long, I had disappeared into her, her body joined to mine, sitting fully on my groin and working herself down against the lube there.

Next, she leaned forward, put her hands on my shoulders, and gently rested her body against mine, our stomachs touching, then our chests, her breasts against my chest with our nipples touching almost perfectly.

We were both panting excitedly now. So distracted were we by our wild passion for one another that we didn't really notice what was already happening. The sinister smirk on Ash's face revealed that she knew exactly what was happening, but neither of us were in a position to notice.

Sarah smiled once more, then tossed her long hair off to one side, tilted her head, and joined our lips in a passionate kiss.

Tied up to the bed, I could do nothing but enjoy Sarah's attention, but I started to notice a strange sensation in each of the areas Ash applied the lubricant. I couldn't quite explain it, but it became obvious when Sarah attempted to end our kiss. She couldn't. She tried to pull away, but our lips remained completely sealed together. Her eyes went wide with panic. She placed her hands on my shoulders and tried to push us apart. As I glanced down our bodies I saw her breasts stretch and twist unnaturally, causing her to stop pulling. Our nipples, along with most of the rest of our chests and stomachs were glued tightly together. It was a good thing we had been looking forward to joining our bodies, because Ash had made sure even our most sensitive areas were glued together. I wouldn't be pulling out of Sarah any time soon.

As we realized our predicament, Ash began cackling fiendishly. "And finally you see the problem, hmm?" she purred. Sarah's and my breathing quickened as our helplessness sank in. "I lied," she continued. "This wasn't lubricant. It's called Dermabond. Surgeons use it instead of stitches. It's basically like Super Glue safe for skin - smaller scars, and holds even tighter than stitches. It's why I suggested coming to this room in the first place."

She circled around our bodies, playing her hands gently along our joined forms. Sarah's eyes were frantic and I could see tears welling up. Her moans and whimpers echoed inside my mouth as she gently resisted our bonds, aware that we could never pull apart without seriously injuring both of us.

Ash stopped as she stood near our heads. She ran her fingers through Sarah's hair, then quickly gripped it and pulled her head back, so their eyes met. "Surely you didn't think I would allow you to speak to me like you did earlier?" she snapped. Sarah grunted and quickly shook her head "No."

"It's no difference," Ash said, releasing Sarah's hair. "I was nearly finished showing you the ropes anyway, but you just proved to me this last step in your training was necessary." Sarah's brow furrowed, questioning.

Ash smiled in reply. "A mistress cannot truly appreciate being fully in control until they've been fully helpless." She paused a beat, allowing her final lesson to sink in. "You both are entirely at my mercy, and when I choose to release you, you will each have a greater understanding of your roles as mistress and slave."

With that, Ash began unhooking my wrists and ankles from the soft restraints. It made no difference, as neither of us would be going anywhere glued together. But Ash wasn't finished yet. From the cabinet at the foot of the bed, she removed another length of wire and another butt plug. She used a tube to lube Sarah's vulnerable opening, then gently began easing the plug into her ass.

Sarah's moans and the tension of her body increased as the plug worked deeper, until finally the widest part passed the opening and her hole slammed shut around the narrow post. Every muscle in her body shuddered and relaxed with one final groan.

Sarah's eyes looked hopeless now, resigned to our helpless predicament. Ash worked a bit longer, running a wire from Sarah's butt plug to the box taped to my thigh, and finally, running an AC adapter from the box to an outlet on the wall.

"Can't have it running out of power," Ash grinned. Next, she began positioning us just so - my knees bent, our calves glued to our thighs to keep our legs bent, and finally, she filled each of our hands with glue. She positioned Sarah's hands under my arms and behind my back, gluing them in place behind each shoulder. My hands were glued similarly, each arm wrapped around Sarah, one hand glued in the middle of her upper back, and one directly to her ass. We were glued together from shoulders to groin, and even our arms were glued hugging our bodies tightly together, impossible to escape.

When all was said and done, we were a helpless, immobile ball of flesh, tied together with no bonds, but impossibly stuck until someone came to our rescue. With that, Ash pulled a sheet over both of us and paused at our shoulders. "When I choose to return, maybe I will free you. If no one else has found you first, that is. And when I come back, you will have learned what true submission is."

Ash pulled the covers the rest of the way, covering us completely. That was the last straw for Sarah, who began screaming, muffled by our joined mouths. Oblivious, Ash continued piling folded bedding and various bed supplies around our covered bodies. To an outside viewer, I'm sure we looked like just another pile of sheets. Hopefully no one would see us if they came in the room before Ash freed us....

Sarah was still screaming, and I began trying to calm her as best I could. "Shh" was difficult to say with our lips glued together, but eventually she began to calm down. I tried to calm her, our eyes still able to see each other's faces in the dim light, trying to speak to her with my eyes and let her know we were okay.

"MMMMmmmlll mmeee ahhh right," I said, and she must have understood. She nodded. "Shhhlll mmee mmmack, non't worry."

Sarah relaxed against me, accepting our fate. Then, a strange thing happened. After feeling each other's heart beats for several seconds and breathing slowly in time with one another, Sarah's mouth began to move gently against mine, her tongue probing deeply as the rest of her body began thrusting rhythmically against me. The fear and anger in her eyes was replaced by a lustful, primal passion, as though she enjoyed being trapped with me. I helped her along by thrusting into her, timing the movement of my hips with hers. Our bodies stuck together, there wasn't much moving we could do, but that only increased our arousal. Before long, the sinewy walls of Sarah's vagina firmly gripping my hard shaft, we reached a mutual climax unlike any we'd ever felt.

As the tremors of our eruption passed, we stared into one another's eyes, a mix of humor, pleasure, and relaxation reflected there. We were one, and we always would be, I knew in that moment.

"I hhhhink," I muttered into Sarah's mouth, "tha she orgot to tur the box on." Sarah's eyebrows raised and she managed a half shrug.

At that, I heard a low chuckle from across the room. The lights turned out, and with a soft "click" the vibrators in both of our asses began humming and buzzing with electrical jolts. The shock caused Sarah to squeal, half-surprised, half delighted. I was used to it already, but it still surprised me.

One more click, and the electrodes on my groin and around my cock and balls began to buzz, conducting stimulating electrical shocks through me and into Sarah. Spent as we were, it still didn't take long for the rhythmic shocks and vibrations to urge us on to another explosive orgasm. Amidst our throes of passion, Ashleigh's heels could dimly be heard clicking down the hallway and away from us for good.

As we grew used to the sensations coursing through our lower regions, we were able to quietly converse, our whispers amplified in each other's mouths. We got to know each other over the next several hours, our conversation occasionally interrupted by another orgasm brought on by the relentless shocks and buzzes.

That night, despite the vibrators, we slept as soundly as either of us ever had, curled into one another, our bodies literally joined, mine inside hers. Our minds were aware of the shocks in our subconscious, so that we dreamed of each other, and even our dreams were filled with sexual satisfaction.

As night turned into day and day turned into Sunday night, our conversations turned to what we would do first once we were set free. Occasionally we wondered even IF we would be set free, neither of us quite believing it, but the fantasy was slightly frightening and arousing enough to further fuel our carnal activities.

Thirsty and exhausted from hunger, we slept fitfully, more worried about being left here than either of us would like to admit. Monday came, only one or two people entering the room of our confinement, no one noticing the pile of sheets on the bed which concealed our bodies. Sarah whispered to me once, "Shoo we yell fuh helllmp?" I didn't answer, honestly unsure of what would be the right thing to do.

Finally, near the end of the work day, we heard a clicking of heels down the hall. The clicks hesitated just inside the door, and the light switched on. Slowly, the footsteps approached our bed. We could feel the weight of the extra sheets being removed, and both of us sighed in relief, knowing we were about to be freed. Our bodies relaxed against each other as our freedom drew nearer.

As the top edge of the sheet covering us was drawn back, our rescuer voiced a startled gasp. She was an attractive young redhead, dressed in typical receptionist's business clothes, but just a size too tight and unbuttoned to show a hint of cleavage. She was genuinely surprised at our predicament but recovered quickly.

Sarah recognized her. "Aubrey?" she muttered through our sealed lips. This caused Aubrey to laugh a bit and nod, still taken aback by our appearance.

"I've been sent by Ashleigh to set you free," Aubrey said. "She hinted at what I would find but I wasn't quite prepared for this. Anyway, before I let you go, she asked I play you this."

Aubrey pulled out a small tape recorder and pressed Play. Ashleigh's tinny voice echoed from the small speaker. "Hello you two." There was no hint of her earlier anger, she sounded light, even friendly. "By now you've met Aubrey. Sarah, I'm sure you recognize our receptionist. I am hoping Aubrey will be my new trainee, and that means, Sarah, you've graduated. I give you Nick as my graduation gift - along with calling you both in sick today, so don't worry." Sarah's eyes met mine, a lusty but playful grin reflected in them.

"Aubrey's first task is to set you both free, but first," our brows furrowed, concerned, "she must get your agreement on something. You are free now, Nick, you are Sarah's slave, whenever she calls on you to do so. But, you are both still mine. Sarah, there may come a time in your future when I instruct you and Nick to join me for... my purposes. You will obey. This is the only price I ask for your freedom."

She took a breath and continued. "Aubrey has instructions that if you do not agree, she is to leave you there." Our eyes widened, fearful. "Grunt once now if you agree. Nick?" I grunted my agreement almost before she had finished speaking. After a few moments more, she continued, "Sarah?" Sarah took almost as little time as I before grunting. Aubrey nodded, satisfied.

"Well, if you're still listening, I assume you agreed. Aubrey, you know that once you set them free, if you are not interested, now is the time for you to choose to leave, no questions asked, and no hard feelings. But I hope you return to me. Sarah and Nick, rehydrate yourselves with some water that Aubrey brought." At that, Aubrey quietly pointed at a duffle filled with water. Ash continued, "Thanks for a great weekend, enjoy your freedom and exploring your lives together, and... I'll talk to you both again soon." Her voice clicked off, and Aubrey drew out a vial of liquid with a small brush in it.

"This stuff smells pretty bad, and you'll want to wash it off so it doesn't irritate you." It DID smell bad, kind of like nail polish remover, but as soon as she started brushing it on the areas where we were glued together, the glue started to release, and our bodies slowly came apart with some gentle tugging.

Before long, our bodies were completely separated, Sarah was easing off the top of me, and I was sitting up and easing off the edge of the bed. Aubrey untaped my thigh and removed the device with the electrodes, then gently pulled out the butt plug, vibrator, and pulled off the electrodes and ring around my cock and balls.

She pulled the vibrating plug out of her own ass, then, quickly, she put both arms on either side of me before I could move away from the bed. Face to face, she said, "There's a shower in the bathroom here," we started to kiss, "what say we go wash this off and... talk about what we'll do first?" I nodded and between kisses, muttered, "Absolutely."

Our arms wrapped around each other now, and I leaned into the kiss, taking the lead for however long I had a chance. We hugged our naked bodies tightly together, unashamed and unembarrassed in front of Aubrey.

With that, Sarah picked up two bottles of water and handed a third to me, which I started drinking. She then gently grabbed my manhood, and started leading me to the restroom. She looked back over her shoulder at Aubrey. Aubrey was watching with a wistful smile on her face. "It sounds like you have a decision to make," Aubrey said. She paused our walk. "But you and I both know you'll go back to her. If your training goes half as well as mine did," she flicked her eyes at me, "you won't be sorry, I promise."

Sarah led me the rest of the way to the restroom. Aubrey watched us all the way, a smile on her face as she imagined and looked forward to her own training. Her fantasy was interrupted as we disappeared into the bathroom, the door loudly clicking shut and locking behind us.


The End