Author's Note: For those of you who asked for a part 2 -here ya go. No, this is not based on a real life adventure, but boy do i wish it were.

EDIT: Initially was going to make this a 1 part story. Up to 3 now, with at least one more on the way. Mom's and daughters, what do you think if you read this? I'd be interested to hear in the comments.

Part 1

Work was boring. It was finally Friday, and I had just got to work. I started with the usual process, check my email, check my dilbert for the day, and start to figure out how to make it to 4 oclock. I started to work on a project my boss gave me, and managed to kill off a couple hours. I was in the middle of working on some paperwork, when I got an IM from a coworker named Carol.

Carol was in her early 40's, but looking at her you wouldn't guess it. She was shorter – maybe 5'10", shoulder length blonde hair. She was in great shape, couldn't have been much more than a size 4. She had the most perky set of 36 C's you've ever seen, and an amazing ass. I'm 28, and I'd jump at a chance to hook up with this office hottie. She was married, with at least one kid that I knew of – a daughter that had just turned 18.

"What's up Jim" came across the instant message.

"Nothing overly important, can I help you with something?"

"Maybe, what are you up to later, I could use some help at home. My husband is out of town."

"I don't have any plans later – I typically don't do much on Thursdays. What's up?"

"Well, I was looking around online, and figured out one of your hobbies. Care to "show me the ropes"?" she asked. Well this was interesting. I've been into bondage for quite some time, but go out of my way to make sure no one can deduce my hobbies – especially in my professional life. I decided to play dumb.

"What hobby did you come across?" I asked.

"Nothing you want me to type here. My husband has wanted to ... get me in a bind, but I never let him. Wanna try it out w/no strings attached first – so to speak. Read between the lines – are you interested?"

"I suppose I could help you out. I'll bring my stuff over – what time and where?"

"My address is in the directory – my daughter will be gone from about 5p – 8 for cheerleading. Stop by as close to 5 as you can. Talk to you later."

I couldn't believe it, this woman was actually asking me to come tie her up. I had only been at this job for about 6 months, and she barely knew me. Now she was asking me to come and tie her up. Luckily, my girlfriend was travelling on business, and I had absolutely nothing to do that night. The rest of the day dragged on, and finally I took off around 4p. I rushed home, and grabbed my bag of ropes I had more than enough to keep her bound. I tossed in a couple of different ballgags, a few silk scarves, and a leather blindfold, and headed back out.

I got to her address at about 5 to 5. I saw her car in the driveway, so I knew I had the right place. I grabbed my bag of toys, and headed up to the front door. I didn't even get a chance to ring, and it opened.

"Hi come on in!"

I walked in, and she shut the door behind me. She had changed since she got home from work. She was wearing a beautiful red corest top, which gave her already impressive body even more shape. Below she had on a pair of tight black pants, and 3 inch heels.

"So, as I'm sure you guessed, I figured out your kinky little secret. Don't worry, it's safe with me. My husband tried to tie me up a few times, but it made me so nervous, I couldn't perform and it wrecked the night. I was hoping you had a little experience, and could let me just get a feel for it, so maybe when he gets back I can let him go at it again. What do you think – are you ok w/tying up a co worker that's an old mom?"

"First, you're not old, and you look absolutely amazing. Second, I'd be honored to get you all nice and strapped up. What are the rules?"

"No sex of any kind unless I give you permission. I'm on the fence about letting you take some of my clothes off. Any suggestive way you wanna tie me up is fine."

"OK – wanna get started?"

"Cant' wait. Where do you wanna start, how are you going to tie me up?"

"Part of bondage is giving up control. I'm going to tie you how I'm going to tie you, and we'll start right here. Turn around, put your hands behind your back."

"Yes sir". With that she spun around, and I began to tie her elbows together. Through working out to keep her beautiful figure, she also managed to stay flexible. I pulled her elbows almost to the point of touching, then cinched them together. I pulled the rope around front, behind her neck, and around back, keeping her from sliding the ropes off.

"If you want me to stop anything, say or start to hum happy birthday, and I'll stop immediately. That way you can protest and struggle if you want, without me actually stopping. As I'm sure you're noticing, without even tying your wrists, you're already pretty helpless. Tell me, how does that feel?" She pulled against her bonds, her wrists kind of flapping about, trying to reach the knots.

"I can't get out. Geez, you're good. Please, keep going." With that, I reached around her arms, and unclipped the back of her corset top, letting it fall forward. I reached around, and pulled it away leaving her in a black strapless bra.

"Now wait a minute, I didn't say you could do that."

"You didn't say I couldn't either. You're in my control, I'll put you on display if I want to. You know how to stop what I do, but if you do, I'm packing up and going home. It'll help add to that helpless feeling you're looking for."

She looked at me for a minute, pouted, and put her head down. I grabbed another length of rope, and tied her wrists together, cinching them as well, and tying it off out of reach of her fingers. I couldn't believe I had this gorgeous MILF bound, half naked in front of me.

"You see, with your hands tied behind you, it leaves, things open for me. It also keeps your hands where I prefer them." Almost right on queue, I felt her reach back towards my rock hard cock, and start to grab at the top. I wrapped my arms in front, and started to play with her breasts. Slowly at first, gently rubbing and grabbing. I slipped my hands in, and gave her nipples a rub. With no surprise, they were hard. I reached down, and unbuttoned the front of her pants, and undid the zipper.

"I don't know Jim, maybe we shouldn't. " She didn't use her safe word, so I kept going. I slid the pants down a little bit, and felt her pussy through her lace panties. She was soaked, and definitely enjoying it. I rubbed for a few, and pulled her pants off the rest of the way. She stepped out, so now I had her in a black lace strapless bra, and black lace panties, with her heels still on, hands and elbows bound behind her back. I had to decide how to tie her further. I figured we'd start out with the chair, and maybe move to a hogtie if things progressed well. I went and grabbed one of the kitchen table chairs. It had a low back, so I could pull her hands over the back, without having to re-tie them so she wouldn't crush them. I had her sit down on the chair. I walked behind her, and cinched a rope around her wrists. I wrapped another around her waist, cinching her to the back of the chair. Once the ropes held her sitting up straight against the back of the chair, I took the rope cinched to her wrists, and tied it off to a cross bar. Now her upper body was pretty immobilized.

"Are you ok? I'm going to finish tying you to the chair, and let you struggle for a few before we change positions. It's only 6, so we should have plenty of time to try a couple more before your daughter gets home."

"Yea, this is ok. I feel really exposed and helpless, but I'm beginning to understand why it turned my husband on so much. Please, continue. This is fun."

I doubted she'd find what was coming next much fun. I pulled the ballgag out of the bag, and held it up to her lips from behind. "Whatmpppff taffppp"she tried to ask, as I pulled the ball into her mouth. Still no happy birthday, so I pulled her hair aside, and strapped it in tight.

"That is a ballgag. It's used to keep people from complaining, or calling out for help. How does it make you feel?"

MMMPPHH was the reply. "OK then, still no Happy Birthday, so I'm going to finish tying you up, and watch a little tv." With that I tied a rope around each ankle, and pulled them up and back, tying them off to each of the two back chair legs. This left her nicely exposed, and vulnerable. She started to squirm, and I turned on the tv.

Just as I found something to watch, a car pulled in the driveway. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and I wasn't too happy either.

MMMPPHHH!!! With humming happy birthday came from her direction. I saw it was her daughter in her cheerleading outfit getting out of a car.

"Carol – it's your daughter. I don't have time to untie you before she gets in here, do you want me to go hide?"

She shook her head no, and I pulled out the gag.

"Shit you're right, there's nothing we can do. I'll explain to her I guess when she walks in the door. God, I hope she doesn't invite her friends in." The car pulled away, and we watched as the door knob turned and the door opened.

"HI mom I'm.." and she just dropped her bag. She ran at me, but before she got more than one swing off, Carol started to explain.

"Honey it's ok. JILL IT'S OK – DON'T HIT HIM."

I wrapped her up in my arms so I didn't get beat to death, while she calmed down and listened to her mother.

"Jill his name is Jim – he's a friend, a co worker of mine. Your dad wanted to...try some different things but I was afraid I wouldn't like them and embarrass him, so I asked Jim if he'd show me the ropes so to speak. Nothing bad happened. He tied me up, took off a little clothing, and I didn't object, he's been the perfect gentleman, giving me multiple chances to stop at any point."

"So wait mom, you mean to tell me dad wanted to tie you up and fuck you, but you were afraid to let him try so you got this hottie from work to test it out with you?"

Hottie from work...I wondered if I could somehow turn this into a 2 for 1 special.

"Pretty much yes. I thought you'd be at cheerleading practice later, but you came home a lot earlier than expected. We'll stop, I'll have Jim untie me, please don't say anything to your dad."

By this point, her daughter stopped struggling against me, but I didn't let go. She was hot, and her body felt good in her skimpy cheerleading outfit rubbing against me.

"No, if you wanted this to happen, then I'm not going to stop it. Actually Jim, I'd like to try to join it if you don't mind."

"Fine with me." Wow, this was fucking amazing. Here I had my hot, almost naked co-worker bound to a chair, and now her 18 yr old cheerleading daughter was asking me to join. This was a dream come true. This chick was hot too. Long blonde hair almost down to her tits, tight little ass like her mom, and the nicest breasts – what I guessed to be the nicest 34D's that I've seen in a while.

"I'm going to college soon, and I'm still a virgin. I'd like to know what to expect if some guy wants to tie me up and fool around."

"What do you mean! Jim, NO. You're not tying up my daughter."

"Carol, she's 18, and she can make her own decisions. You clearly trust me, and you have to start trusting her judgment. Jill, I think I'm done listening to your mom. Why don't you strap that ballgag back in her mouth nice and tight. The ball goes in her mouth, and just pull the straps together and buckle it nice and tight so she can't spit it out."

"Gladly". With that, she went behind her mom, and shoved the ball in her mouth. I don't think Carol wanted it again, but Jill didn't give her much choice. She didn't move her mom's hair out of the way at all, but she did cinch the buckle extremely tight, deeply wedging the 2 inch ball back in her mouth. "I think you should get a bit more of a peek." She reached down behind her mom, and unclipped her mom's bra, letting her breasts hang free for me to see – and I must admit they were an amazing pair. "Do you have enough stuff to tie me up too? I think my parents have some rope and tape in the basement."

"Nope, we should be good. Do me a favor, reach into that bag on the couch, and pull out the handcuffs." Jill reached in the bag, and started to bring the cuffs to me. "Nope, I want you to cuff yourself. I want you to feel what it's like to hand over control to a perfect stranger." Jill shrugged her shoulders, and opened up a cuff. She closed it around her left wrist, somewhat loosely. She then started to cuff her right hand in front of her. "No, behind your back." As her mom sat there and watched, wide eyed and testing her bonds, her daughter cuffed the other cuff around her right wrist behind her back. She pulled against her restraints, but they weren't coming free. They weren't tight enough either. I walked up behind her, and ratcheted them closed until they were snug around her wrists.

"So this is what it feels like to get arrested. Interesting."

"Jill, a few quick rules, same as your mom. Saying or singing happy birthday will get me to stop whatever I'm doing. I'll ignore all other pleas to stop, so you can act the part of the damsel in distress if you want. I'll take off what clothes I want, but nothing sexual unless granted permission. Understand?"

"Yep."

"Let's go in the basement and see what we have to play with down there. " I hooked up the girls in a bondage train. I looped a rope around Jill's cuffs, pulled it tight between her legs and tied it off to her mom's wrists, which I left bound behind her back when I let her off the chair. Another rope from Carol's wrists, through her legs, and I used this to pull the girls behind me. We went down into their nicely finished basement. The main area had a couch, a small table with a couple of chairs, and a sofa. There also were a couple of poles conveniently placed throughout the basement. I walked the girls over to the pole, and disconnected them from each other.

"Jim, I'm not sure I want to lose my virginity today, but I know that I'm terrible at sucking cock. A guy at school had me do it once under the bleachers. I was choking, and when he finished in my mouth, I wretched and almost puked. Can you help teach me? I'd gladly suck you off for some practice." Said Jill.

Again, her mom pulling against her bonds, mmmphing into her gag no.

"That's fine. I need your mom more helpless first, and I need you more naked. Let's see what we can do about that."

First, I pulled the top of Jill's cheerleading uniform up over her head, and around down to her cuffs, exposing her plain white bra. I was surprised it wasn't a sports bra, but none the less, white full cupped bra's don't do anything for me. Her tits stayed rather perky when freed.

"Keep your hands behind your back when I uncuff you. I'm going to get those clothes off your arms, and tie your wrists." I took off the cuffs, and pulled her clothes off, throwing them aside on the floor. I grabbed a length of rope, and tied her wrists together behind her back.

"Wow, just topless with my hands bound and I feel really exposed." Almost on queue, I reached around in front of her and started to play with her nipples, while she started to rub my cock through my jeans. Her mom looked on horrified.

"Actually, I think I'm going to give you two lovely ladies an opportunity to torture each other. I grabbed the leather blindfold and strapped it on Carol. I also took a scarf, folded it up, and blindfolded her daughter. Carol's panties were the next to go. I led her over to a pole, and untied her arms. I re-tied them behind the pole. I wrapped a rope above and below her tits, and cinched that off behind her as well. I tied her left leg to the pole, leaving the right leg free. I then reached around her waist, and tied the start of a crotch rope on her. Some knots to give her some friction on her pussy, and left the rather long end to hang.

Almost the same treatment went to her daughter. Her cheerleading skirt went off, but I decided to leave her panties, for now. They were again white and I didn't care for them, but didn't want to push her too hard. Upper body tied the same way across from her mother to a different pole. Chest bound snug to the pole, hands behind it, crotch rope snug with knots, and her left leg tied to the post. I knotted up another scarf to use as a gag.

"Jill open up, time to keep you quiet." Before I gagged her, I removed Carol's blindfold so she could watch her daughters now nearly naked body bound and helpless, become even more restrained. I balled up one scarf and packed Jill's mouth tight, tying it in with the second scarf. I covered her mouth with a third one, holding it all in place. I twisted a nipple, and was happily greeted with a very muffled yelp. Carol's blindfold went back on, and I grabbed her right leg. I tossed the extra rope of Jill's crotch rope up and over the basement support between the girls, and tied it off to her mom's leg, now held in the air. Same treatment to Jill, tying her right ankle off to the rope buried in her mom's pussy. I took off Jill's blindfold to let her see the situation. "MMMPH"

"Ok ladies, I'm going to leave you here to struggle and get something to drink. I'd suggest keeping your leg in the air, otherwise you'll really be torturing your daughter. I reblindfolded Jill, and loudly walked away. I then crept back to watch the fun unfold. Carol immediately let her leg go limp, probably thinking I just strung it up for the view. Her daughter immediately let out as loud a yelp as possible, and Carol mmmphed in reply, but left her leg down. This prompted her daughter, who was aware of the setup, to drop her leg. Her mom let a garbled "whff the fuk" from behind her ball, and both ladies lifted their legs. They finally caught on that resting their legs caused their family member some burning in the crotch. What was interesting was that Carol fought to keep hers up, while her daughter slowly let hers down and up in an attempt to pleasure her mom. Carol started to moan, and her daughters pace increased – well, what it could. I knew she wasn't going to be able to get her mom off that way, but it was damn fun to watch her try. After watching for about 10 minutes, I walked back.

"Ladies, what do we have going on here?"

"MMFFp pffweeff get me ommpff."

"Sorry Carol. Only way your getting off is on my cock. Which coincidentally, your daughter is going to do with her mouth. Let me know if you want me, your pussy can be next in line."

"MMMMMPPPHH!!!!" I think part was frustration, but some part of her didn't want her daughter to suck me off. I untied the ladies from each others cunts. I strapped Carol's other leg to the pole, now keeping her plastered fairly well to it. She struggled, shaking her breasts rather provocatively while she pulled against the pole, but my knots and rope don't give. I untied her daughter, and removed her gag and blindfold.

"Jill, one last time, are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

A quick slap to a tit. "What slave?"

"Yes Master, please let me suck your cock."

I had her kneel, and I re-tied her hands behind her back. Next I crossed her ankles, and bound them as well. I tied her wrists to her ankles keeping her from getting up too easy, but left some slack for movement on my cock.

"We'll leave your mom blindfolded, since I'm sure she doesn't want to watch this. You however, will feel totally helpless because you're going to suck a cock you've never seen." With that the blindfold went on her, and came off her mom. I wanted Carol to watch me dominate her sexy, barely legal daughter and shoot my warm load all down her throat. I tied a scarf over the ball, just incase she decided to try to tip her daughter off. I pulled up a chair right in front of Carol so she could get a good view, and let the fun commence.

I sat down in the chair, my already hard cock springing out of my pants. I grabbed a handful of Jill's hair, pulling her to me. A chorus of mmphs from behind me, but nothing that you could make out. I guided the girl down onto my cock, and almost immediately she gagged.

"Take your time Jill. Swallow as you go down, and breathe." She slowed down, and started to bob up and down on my hard shaft. As she went, she was able to take more and more of me.

"Good. Lick the head with your tongue, run it up and down the shaft as you move." I slowly started to build up the tempo, hanging onto her hair to make sure she didn't pull off me. "This one is going to be deep, take a deep breath, and remember to keep swallowing." I shoved myself in, so that my balls bounced off her chin. She did what she was told, sucking and swallowing and managed to take my whole length without choking. I couldn't believe I had my beautiful coworker tightly bound and gagged to a pole behind me, while I had her teenage daughter bound between my legs going down on me. I looked back at Carol and smiled, and increased speed with her daughter. Before long I felt myself about to erupt.

"Jill, I want you to get ready. The first load will hit the back of your throat pretty hard, just remember to swallow, and keep gulping it down. The more you swallow, the less I'll punish your mom. Here it comes."

With that I pumped my load deep into the girls throat. She did pretty well, and didn't vomit. Some cum was dripping out her mouth, and down the side of her face.

"Good job slave. Clean me up, lick it all off." She cleaned up my cum, licking my cock clean top to bottom. I buttoned up my pants, and replaced the blindfold quick on her mother.

"Open." I replaced her gag, packing in the first scarf nice and tight again, holding it in with the cleave and then muzzling over top. I warned her mom to keep her mouth shut so she wouldn't embarrass her daughter, and removed her gag.

"God, I'm fucking horny. Please finger me or eat me out, please."

"MMMMFFFPPP ... pwfff pffff mefff." From Jill. Looks like both of these ladies were incredibly horny. I decided to ungag Jill again.

"I'm horny too, and would be willing to let you be my first. Please, please fuck me. I'm so horny for some reason after having your cock in my mouth, I want to see what it feels like in my pussy. Please fuck me."

I knew before the day was out, I'd be fucking my coworker, and taking her 18 yr old daughters virginity. What a lucky day.

"Jill, you need to think about that statement. I'm not going there yet. Your mother however, can have my cock, but that's it. Carol, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Please master, please fuck me. I need it, please."

"Remember, you asked for it." I re-applied her ballgag, and untied her daughter from her kneeling position. I took off her blindfold, and walked her upstairs, her hands still bound behind her. "Jill, your first time is going to be uncomfortable and maybe even hurt. Most girls save it for someone special. Do you really want to give yourself to me, bound, here, today?"

"You're a nice guy, have shown me things I never knew existed, and have been really respectful. I don't want to start college a virgin, and have someone laugh at me, or not know how to perform. Yes, I want you, here, now."

"I'm honored by that. I've been checking out your mom at work for a while now, and am going to take her first. I'm going to tie you up in the room to watch, and then you can decide if you still want me or not after you had time to think. Ok?"

"Yes Master, thank you."

"Show me to your moms room so I can get you bound." I followed her sexy ass shake upstairs, to the first bedroom at the top. They had a 4 poster bed. I decided to tie Jill spreadeagle at the foot of the bed standing up. I cinched a quick rope I had in my pocket around her neck, tying it off to one of the posts and went to get her mom.

"Don't go anywhere."

I went downstairs, and untied Carol from the post in the basement. I removed her blindfold, and quickly handcuffed her behind her back.

"Carol, you're going to cheat on your husband – I just want to make sure you realize what you're doing."

"I know, but I'm really fucking horny, you've been nice for the most part, and I don't want you to fuck Jill – I want her to save her virginity. Take me."

"OK. Open." I put Jills packing in her moms mouth, and cinched it in with the scarf. "I'm actually going to fuck you first, then take your daughter if she still wants it. But you get first honors."

"MMMFFF" She pulled at the cuffs, but they held tight. I led her upstairs, grabbing my bag of ropes, where she saw her daughter tethered to the bed.

"Lets get mom tied up first." I pulled off her panties, and shoved her on the bed. "Roll on your stomach slave." I undid her handcuffs, and rolled her over. I grabbed four pieces of rope, and cinched her off spreadeagle to the bed. The way the room was lit, you could see the juices running down the inside of her thighs. I walked over to Jill, and put the leather blindfold on her quick.

"Carol, I didn't want your daughter to see you answer these questions. Nod your head yes or no." I whispered in her ear.

"Birth control?" a nod yes.

"Any diseases I should know about ?" a nod no.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" a vigorous no. With that out of the way, I untied Jill's hands from behind her back, untethered her neck, and tied her in a standing spreadeagle at the end of the four poster bed; but not before I removed those boring white panties, leaving her bare for the world to see. Her pussy was well groomed, which was impressive being a virgin. A small tuft of hair above was all that could be seen, everything else completely bare. I grabbed the ballgag, and held it to her lips. She opened up wide like a good submissive, and I strapped it in snug. I took off her blindfold, and put it on her mom. You could tell from the moisture between her legs, and the smell in the air that she was ready to go, but I was going to take my time. I hopped on the bed, under the careful watch of her daughter, and started to lightly stroke her pussy, up and down. She raised her hips up, part startled, part wanting more arousal. She set her hips down, and I climbed on top of my captive, slowly rubbing my cock on the outside of her pussy as I licked her nipples. She struggled against her bonds, trying to get enough leverage to wrap her soaked cunt against my rock hard cock, but her ropes held tight. She pulled against her restraints and screamed into her gag, clearly frustrated at her arousal level and lack of control over the situation. I turned around to take a look at her daughter bound behind me. She was still held tight, drool running down her chin and onto her breasts, a glimmer of juice from her pussy running down her thigh. I couldn't wait to take that one. But back to the task at hand.

I asked Carol if she wanted my cock.

"PWFFEEF FFKK ME!" was the reply from behind her gag.

"Nope, not yet slave, you didn't address me properly." I decided to turn my attention to her pussy soaked daughter. I took off her blindfold, and put it on Jill.

"MMFFPPP" from behind me. I slowly lowered my face to her breasts, taking in a nipple and lightly sucking. She tensed in her bonds, enjoying the attention to her aroused body. First one nipple, slowly sucking, wrapping my tongue around it, and flicking up and down. Then to the other one, giving it the same treatment. I moved down her body, kissing her navel, and licking my way down to her wet pussy. I decided to give this virgin a taste of what someone eating her out could be like, while her helpless mother watched on from her bound position behind me on the bed. First I grazed her pussy with my tongue, sending a shiver of delight up and down her helpless body, shaking against her ropes. Then I nestled back at the top, lightly flicking her clit with my tongue, tasting her juice, and gently sucking against her lips. I kept this up for a while, watching her pull against her ropes and moan into her tight ballgag.

"Keep in mind how good that felt. Time to get back to your slut mom."

I took the blindfold off Jill, and put it back on Carol, so her daughter was able to watch me with her mom. I had waited as long as I could. It was time to help myself to this bound piece of pussy that I'd waited so long for, staring at all these years. I lowered myself on top of the bound, blind, and gagged beauty in front of me. As wet as she was, her pussy didn't offer much resistance as I slid myself in. I wanted to take my time, so I started to pump slow but firm, licking her breasts and playing with the pert nipples that were attached. I gently started to suck on her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure from below me. She raised her hips at times the amount she could to meet me, trying to take my cock as deep as she could. Slowly I built up speed, occasionally looking back over my shoulder at her bound daughter at the foot of the bed. A couple of different times I could see her, gyrating her hips, trying to get any level of pleasure she could, but to no avail. I turned my attentions back to her moaning mother underneath me, increasing speed and pumping myself deep into the wet pussy of my helpless coworker. She got to the point she couldn't take any more, pulling hard against her bonds, pussy grabbing tight against my cock while she screamed in ecstasy into her gag. She rode her orgasm for a couple of minutes, possibly a new record for me. Just as she was coming down, I thrust hard into her, starting a ride of my own. I held on tight, and had an orgasm of my own. I pumped deep and hard into her, filling her up with my juice. Regardless of whether or not Jill wanted me, I had to take a rest after this one so this virgin could get the first fuck she deserved. I removed both girls gags, and the blindfold, and excused myself to clean up, leaving both women tied a little longer. I went to the bathroom, wiped up, and regained my composure. I listened through the master bath door at the "quiet" discussion being had between Jill and her mom.

"I want you to wait for the right man."

"Mom, I'm an adult. It's going to happen, probably in college, possibly with the "wrong guy". Why not let Jim have me here? I think he earned it, and besides, he's really cute and polite."

"Your first time shouldn't be bound and gagged at the hands of a complete stranger."

"Whose to say it wouldn't be anyway. I'm going to let him have me, and that's the end of it. He doesn't seem like he wants to listen to you anyway."

I walked back into the room, to address my captives.

"Ok ladies. Jill, if the offer is still there, I'd happy take you up on it. Carol, I want you to approve, but then again, it is your daughters choice."

"I can't control her. I tried to talk to her into waiting, but she's going to do what she wants anyways. It's up to her."

"Please take me Master."

God I was lucky. First thing was to switch their positions. I untied Jill from the post, and cuffed her hands behind her back and the pole to keep her in place till I was done with her mom. I untied her mom from the bed, and helped her stand up. I backed her up to the post opposite her daughter, and pulled her hands behind her back and the pole. I figured it'd be fun to let mom listen, but give the daughter some privacy and not let her watch. I tied Carol's wrists behind the post. I then wrapped above and below her breasts, pinning her upper body firm to the post of the four poster bed. I tied her ankles to the post as well, and replaced the blindfold. I tied a cleave gag in her mouth, and turned my attentions to her daughter.

I tied her in the same manner as her mother was just tied moments earlier. I had her lay on her back, and tied her in a nice spread eagle. I decided to tie her knees spread as well, and lifted her ass up a bit with a pillow underneath. I left the blindfold and gag off as a courtesy, since it was this girls first time after all.

"I'm ready Master."

I hopped on the bed next to the girl, and started to lightly caress her pussy. I lightly nestled one hand inside, while my thumb gently rubbed her clit. She was still pretty wet from how horny she was earlier, watching me fuck her mother on the bed in front of her.

"I've had boys hands down my pants, but it never felt this good."

"We're only just getting started."

I kept playing with her cunt, while I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. First lightly licking, flicking it with my tongue. Then I slowly sucked at it, pulling it in and gently grazing it with my teeth. I swirled my tongue around it, and then moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment.

"Master please fuck me, god I'm hot for you."

"Not yet slave. I'll fuck my slave when I'm good and ready."

With that I gave her a deep kiss, while sliding on top of her. I started to rub my hard cock up and down on the outside of her pussy, lubing it up with her juices. I kept kissing, while I played with a nipple with my hand. After a couple of minutes, I started to slide in, till I felt resistance. I slowly rubbed in and out, just far enough till I hit the wall keeping me from going deep.

"Are you on birth control slave?"

"Yes, my mom made me go on it a couple years back."

"Do you want me to stop and put on a condom?"

"Did you use one with my mom Master?"

"No slave."

"Then I don't need one either."

"OK then." I started at her again, and after a couple strokes told her to breathe deep and hold her breath. I popped her cherry, and immediately took a nipple in my mouth. She moaned and screamed, partly I'd assume from the pain, part from the pleasure. I slowly kept going at her, stretching her young cunt as gently as I could. She took me well, and I slowly built up tempo. I noticed her hips starting to meet mine, and after no time at all she was pulling at the ropes, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her mom was struggling at her bonds behind me, but wasn't able to see or do anything about what was going on behind her. My young slave had her first orgasm under me, shaking violently against her bonds. I came right as she ended, shooting what was left over from her mom deep inside her. I pulled out, and got up.

"Wow Master, that was great. Thank you."

"You're welcome slave. How about getting washed up while we leave your slut mother here to struggle?"

"Yes Master that'd be nice."

I untied her from the bed, and retied her hands behind her back. We walked into the master bath, where I started up a warm shower. I guided her in, and started to wash her body. I scrubbed her head to toe, making sure she was nice and clean. She just leaned against my arms, still happy and in her first post –orgasmic haze. When she was clean I washed myself, and just held her in my arms for a few minutes. I hoped that this wasn't the last I'd see of this one. We got out, and I dried her off.

"May I get dressed now Master?"

"No slave. You'll be naked long after I'm gone. I've devised a fun way for you and your mom to get free, which will keep you both bound for a little while after I'm gone. I'm going to have you walk me out, handcuffed behind your back. When I leave, I'll blindfold you. Your mom will be bound and gagged somewhere in the house. You'll have to find her, and untie her, cuffed and blind. She'll know where the handcuff key is to release you, which will be well out of your reach. Sound like fun?"

"Yes Master."

I led Jill downstairs, and had her sit on the floor by the front door. I cuffed her hands behind her back around a table leg, and told her I'd be back. I ran upstairs to her mom, who was still firmly tied to the pole. I took off her blindfold and gag.

"Thank you for at least being respectful to my daughter. I still don't like that it happened, but I guess I can deal with the way it happened."

"You're welcome. I'm going to leave her blind and cuffed downstairs. I'm taking a spare key for your house. Call me when you're free. If I don't hear from you in an hour, I'll come back and see what went wrong. Give me the you both have on after work on Monday." With that I gave her a long deep kiss goodbye, and replaced her blindfold and cleave gag. After all, we couldn't have her cheat and call out to her daughter. I went back downstairs, and took the spare key off the key hook next to the door. I uncuffed Jill from the table, stood her up, and replaced her cuffs snuggly behind her back. I applied the leather blindfold, and gave her a deep kiss goodbye.

"Thank you Master. That was an amazing experience. I hope I see you again."

"That'll be up to you slave. My number is 555-555-1476. If you feel the urge, please call me. I'd like to spend more time with you."

With that I turned and locked the door shut tight behind me. What an amazing night.


Part 2 (added: 01/04/2010)

All weekend I kept thinking about Carol and her daughter. I wanted another go at those two women. I really hoped I had the chance. For once I couldn't wait for a Monday, probably the first time ever. I didn't know how I'd handle my girlfriend if the opportunity came up again. It'd be one I'd have a hard time saying no to.

Monday came around and I eagerly gave my lady a kiss and headed off to work. I knew I'd have a hard time making it through work without poppin a chub, especially if I ran into Carol. I had a few meetings in the morning, and saw her pass by the window of the conference room. She looked great today. She had on a low cut red lingerie top, barely passable as work attire. She had on a short black skirt, and 3 inch black leather heels. I couldn't see bra straps or a panty line – I was wondering if she had on any underwear at all. Finally my meetings ended at 11, and I went back to my desk to check an email. Halfway through the list was an email from Carol.

"Jim

Thanks for showing us the ropes last Friday. My daughter and I started a great new hobby. We're free on Wednesday if you are to learn a bit more. Just need a place to meet. Let me know.

Carol."

Shit, another opportunity. I couldn't believe my luck. I saw her walk by a few minutes after and quickly hopped up to follow her.

"hey".

"Hey Jim, did you get my email?"

"Yea I did, I'm game if I can figure out a way out of the house. What'd you have in mind?"

"Well, my husband is out of town again the end of this week. He leaves early on Wednesday morning. I thought maybe you could come over for a round two."

"I'd love to. Lemme go home and figure a way out of the house and I'll let you know for sure tomorrow."

"Kay – sounds good". She smiled and walked away, perky steps shaking her lovely ass in that tight skirt. My chance was there, I just needed to figure out how to get out of the house. I went home and started to work on dinner – excited for the opportunity, but worried my girlfriend would find out. She got home at her usual time. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, and she wondered if she could go out with her friends on Wednesday after work. Perfect. Of course I agreed, and added I may make it a boys night out as well. She had a hair appointment after dinner, so I took the opportunity to prepare my toys. In one bag I put a leather hood and a pair of handcuffs. In a second bag I put a pair of black thong vibrating panties. In a third bag went a few more pairs of cuffs, a variety of gags and rope, a pair of leather collars, and a couple of vibrators. While my girl was getting her hair done, I ran to the store to pick up some supplies for my captives the next day. I grabbed some duct tape, chain, locks, and some hardware from the hardware store. I ran to the mall down the block, and picked up two corsets with matching garterbelts for the girls. When I was there the prior time, I took note of their bra and panty sizes in hopes for a return visit. The corsets were basically the same – back lacing, with lace around the top and down the front. One was white with black lace for Jill, while the other was the exact same style for her mom, but with the colors inverted. I picked up a white thong for Jill, a black thong for her mom, a garterbelt for both girls, stockings and gloves. Luckily I just got paid at the end of the prior week, and had some loose cash in my wallet that I hoped the girl wouldn't notice. Jill's items went in the bag with the hood and cuffs, while the other set went in the bag with the vibrating panties. I hurried home, and barely made it in time before my girl. We went to bed, myself with visions of two sexy slaves in my head.

The next day at work, I ran into Carol. I told her to walk out with me at quittin time, I had a surprise for her. The end of the day finally came, and we walked out together.

"As luck would have it, my girl wanted a girls night. Thus, I decided to have a boys night. And by boys, I mean myself and you two nicely tied up."

"Great, I'm excited. Do you want to stop over right from work then?" she asked.

"Yep. I have some goodies for the two of you. I handed her the bags. I need you to tell Jill to put on the items in her bag. Since I know you're going to look anyway, it's some lingerie, a leather bondage hood, and a pair of handcuffs. I want her dressed when we get there, hood locked on with the lock in the bag, and cuffed behind her back to your basement support pole. She can double lock the cuffs using a paperclip to engage the double lock so she doesn't over tighten them if she pulls at them. "

"I also have a bag for you. Again, it's some lingerie. I want all of it to be on you when you come to work tomorrow. You both have corsets. It's up to Jill if she wants to have you help her into hers and wear it all day, or try to get into it herself when she gets home before we get there. I'll be impressed if she wears it for the day. She'll have to help you get into yours, as I expect it on you at work. The only thing you may leave off is the gloves, but you better bring them with you."

Her eyes lowered. "Yes master. I can't wait – see you tomorrow." I went home, eager to get to play with my girls tomorrow. The night dragged, watching the usual sitcoms we like to watch on TV. We went to bed kinda early, eager to get start on Wednesday. When I got to work, Carol looked amazing. She was already there, wearing tight black pants. She had on 3 inch black leather heels. She had on a nice cami under a half unbuttoned dress shirt. I could tell she was wearing the corset, as she had a nice hour glass figure to her. I said good morning and went to my desk as I walked by. I swear she shook her ass as she walked, proud of her ensemble. I could only assume that she had on the garter, stockings, and panty.

About 15 minutes went by, and I made a reason to walk by her desk and talk to a co worker a few cubes back. As I walked by, I reached in my pocket to the remote for the vibe and flipped it on low.

"Yip". From over the cube wall. I talked for a few minutes, and walked back to my desk, increasing the speed again when I went by. "OH". This should be fun. When I got back to my desk I had an IM waiting from Carol.

"You there?"

"I am now.

"This is not nice. Turn it off. I'm going to end up orgasming in my chair."

"That'd be fine with me, and no way to talk to your Master."

"I'm going to go take them off. I can't do this."

"You can and you will, or you won't have me stopping over later. I need you thinking of me today." With that I turned the vibe off. "You can have a little break, but they stay on."

The day went on slow. She had meetings at 9, 10, and 11. I turned it on low at the start of the nine. She was in a conference room without windows, but I could bet she was pissed. At 10 she had a meeting with the directors, this time in a room near a bathroom with windows. I got up at about 10:10 to take a piss, and went to that bathroom. As I went in, I cranked her vibe up to ¾. She saw me walk past, and glared at me as she grabbed the edge of the table. I finished my piss, and walked out. She was giving me the pouty eyes, so I cranked it up all the way for about 15 seconds, before turning it off. I messed with her like this the rest of the day. Lucky for her she chose black pants. They hid the wetness well.

At quitting time we left together. When we were close to the car I cranked the vibe up to full, and her knees buckled. I caught her, and said "be careful, the parking lot is bumpy."

"Thanks." I left it on, and walked her to her car.

"Meet me in the supermarket by your house. Wait for me at the back of the lot away from other cars."

"OK."

"Wrong, and you will be punished for that. The vibe stays on high while you drive. Try not to get too distracted."

"Sorry Master."

We drove to the parking lot, and I instructed her to leave her car, lock the doors, and hop in my car. She got out of her SUV, and started to go towards my front seat, and opened the door.

"No slave, back seat."

She hopped in, and I went around to the trunk to hit the release to open the rear seat pass through. Once loose, I hopped in the front seat, and turned around to her. "I had two orgasms on the way. Luckily one was at a light, the other was while driving – I almost went off the road."

" I was wondering what you were swerving for. Take your pants off, set them on the seat." I dropped the vibe to the off position for now. I didn't want her tired before I even got her home.

"You can't be serious, we're in a public lot. No."

"Again slave, you'll be punished. Do it, or I go home. It's dark, I'm looking around, you have nothing to worry about. "I could see the concern in her eyes, but she wanted this. She wanted to give herself to me. Her pants came off. To my delight, the black stockings and garter were on. "Shoes back on slave." She buckled her heels back on her feet. "Top off on the seat as well." She looked around the lot, saw no cars were around, and quickly pulled her shirt over her head without unbuttoning it, followed by her cami. The corset looked amazing on her; I could feel my cock press against my pants. "Flip down the half of the back of the seat next to you. You'll see a pair of handcuffs. If you want to submit to me for the next four to five hours, lock your hands tight behind your back. " She quickly grabbed the cuffs, and locked them on snug. Once she was locked, I hopped in the back, and squeezed in next to her. I ran my hand up her legs, between her thighs. She did indeed cum at least twice, she was soaked. I felt her tits, which were struggling against the material of the corset, before gently pushing her head towards the trunk. She slid through, and I popped the seat back to its up and locked position. Carol was now locked discretely in my trunk, but not nearly tight enough. That served my purpose of getting her in the trunk without question, now to lock her tighter. I quickly hopped out, and opened the trunk to look at my package. I rolled her onto her stomach, and quickly locked a pair of legcuffs on her, wrapped around her handcuffs in a hogtie. I couldn't have her making any noise, so I pulled a leather muzzle gag out of the bag, and strapped it in tight. With my package secure, I started to head off towards her house. I couldn't wait to see what Jill looked like. I rolled up to her house and stopped in the driveway. I planned to unload her in her attached garage and make her hobble into the house, but I wanted to play with her daughter for a few minutes first.

"I'm going to help myself to the key, and leave you here for a few while I see to your daughter. Don't go anywhere."

"MMMMPPH. Dmmft mff me hffm."

"Don't worry, the car alarm will be on. Is your house alarm on?"

"Shmmf lft if off fmr you."

"Great, be back in a bit." I slammed the trunk lid closed on my captive, and armed the alarm. I walked around to the back door and let myself in quietly, shutting it as gentle as possible. I snuck to the basement stairs, and opened the door. I walked downstairs and had the most amazing site in front of me. She stood there dressed the exact opposite of her mom. She had her gloves on, corset, silk panties, and to my surprise a 4 inch pair of white heels which she came up with on her own. Her head was hooded like a good slave, and her hands locked tight behind her back and the pole, holding her in place. She popped up for a second when I hit the landing and pulled at her cuffs, but quickly slumped back against the pole. I just sat and watched her for a few. Ever couple of minutes she'd shift her weight, and tug at her cuffs, but there was no give. After about 10 minutes, I quietly walked over to her, and put my face just above her shoulder. When she felt me breathe on her she jumped.

"hello? Who's there?" I didn't want her gagged, because I wasn't sure how early she'd decide to tie herself up, and I didn't want her having any breathing problems with no one home. I ignored her, and kissed her shoulder. She pulled at her cuffs in a panic, rattling them against the post, but she did a good job. They were locked snug, and there was no give. I got closer, and ran my hands over her breasts, down her front.

"HELLO. TALK TO ME. WHO ARE YOU, HELLO?"

I kept rubbing, gently caressing her breasts which were about to spill out of the top of the corset. God I loved this girls rack. I let my hands slip further down, under the elastic of her panties and over her cunt. She was soaked. I started to gently rub, and could have thought I heard a little sigh from under the leather hood. I had her going a bit, and quickly stopped.

"You are quite the little slut. You were enjoying that, and couldn't even tell if it was me or a complete stranger who broke in."

"I don't know what came over me. First I was terrified, but then you put your hand down my panties, and I thought hell I'm helpless, exposed, why not try to enjoy it, it's going to happen either way."

"Just because you're bound, never give up to an intruder. Always fight. However, being your Master, you'll do as I please. I want you on your knees. I gotta go get your mom outta my trunk quick."

"Yes Master." And she slowly lowered herself down the pole to her knees.

I went back upstairs, and opened her garage from the hallway. I unarmed my car, hopped in, and pulled it in the driveway. I hit the button to shut the garage door, and popped the trunk to retrieve my cargo. She looked up at me with those sad puppy eyes, like get me outta here. I undid one ankle cuff for the moment, and helped her swing her legs over the bumper and stand up. She got up out of the trunk, and I replaced her other ankle cuff, hobbling her. I grabbed the bag of restraints, and closed the trunk. I put a thick leather collar on her, attached a leash, and pulled her behind me into the house. She hobbled behind me slowly into the house, and down into the basement. I heard a small gasp behind me when she saw her daughter.

"Impressive sight isn't she? "

"Mmmf hmmf"

I led Carol over to the other post where she was previously bound with her daughter. I undid her handcuffs, replacing them behind the post. I went to her daughter, and removed her hood, letting her get a look at her mom bound in front of her. Carol smirked behind her gag when she realized the dress ensemble.

"Gee mom, you look great. We match pretty well huh?"

"Mmmf".

"Ok Jill, not nice to start to gab while you're mom's tightly gagged. Seeing as how I like the way she looks with that panel gag on, looks like I'm going to have to gag you as well. Open up."

She opened her mouth, and I strapped in a ballgag head harness. I pulled the ball deep in her mouth, and buckled the top strap over her head. I tightened up the chin strap, and explained to the girls the fun I had planned for tonight.

"Ok ladies. Tonight you'll compete in three competitions. You'll be bound for all of them of course. The winner gets a reward, loser gets punished. Time for our first game. Upstairs we go." I applied a collar to Jill, and let her loose from the pole, replacing her hands cuffed behind her back. I did the same with her mother, and attached leashes to both ladies. I pulled them along behind me, up the stairs to the master bedroom.

I pulled Jill over to the bed, and cuffed her to one of the four bed posts behind her back while I tended to her mother. I removed Carol's ankle restraints, and had her hop up on the bed. I removed her panties, and tied her legs spread to each corner, with a little bit of slack. Next, her cuffs were removed, and I pulled her arms tightly to opposite corners of the bed, in a spread eagle. I tied a rope around each knee, then off to the posts with her wrists to hold her legs spread. I grabbed the leather hood and pulled it over her head , locking it in place. I then went and unlocked Jill. Jill was tied in the same fashion, but opposite her mother. The girls were tied pussy to pussy in tight spreadeagles, one with a panel gag in, and the other with a harness ballgag. I wrapped the leather blindfold around Jill, keeping her blind like her mom. Finally, I reached into my bag and pulled out two long vibrators. I put fresh batteries in them, and turned them onto medium. Immediately the girls heads perked up hearing them spring to life.

"Ok slaves, first challenge. You'll feel me putting a vibrator in you momentarily. Your goal is to make your partner cum before you do. First one to get off loses. Your vibes are taped together, feel free to try to fuck your partner with it. "

With that I placed the vibe in Jill, spread them a bit apart, and slid it into her mom. Both girls tried to lay still at first, afraid motion would cause them to lose. I had a feeling Jill would win this one, assuming her mom was still really aroused from the drive earlier. After a couple of minutes, I could see Jill starting to squeeze her legs together as much as possible. Her mother was pulling against her bonds and moaning rather loudly into her gag. I could see Jill start to pump into her mom, but her legs were starting to shake. Within a minute, her mom let out a loud grunt, and pulled tight against her bonds. She started to shake, pulling, straining, and orgasming rather violently. Moments later, Jill exploded, shaking and pulling as well. Both girls sat pussy to pussy, shaking in their bonds from an intense orgasm. It was one hell of a sight, one I won't soon forget. I let both girls calm down, and then took off their blindfolds.

"Wow. That was amazing. Unfortunately, Carol you lost. Well, maybe you're happy you lost – it looked like you had a good time. No rest for the wicked, time for you slaves to compete in game number two. I untied the girls from the bed. First up was Jill. I replaced her hand behind her back, and tied her wrists snug with some rope. I then released her mom from the bed, and tied her hands snug as well behind her back. Leashes went back on both girls, and I led them downstairs, still naked and dripping from their bedroom escapades.

"OK ladies, next game is a race. Both of you, on your stomachs on the floor." I let go of the leashes, and watch the girls get on their knees, and then fumble to get on their stomachs. I then went to Jill.

"OK Jill, time for something new. This is called a hogtie. First, I tie your feet together, like this. " I tied her feet together rather snug, cinching in between and even pulling the rope down to tie her big toes together. Next, I tie your elbows together nice and snug behind your back. It'll make your tits stick out nice and far. And finally, I loop a rope around your feet, and tie them snug up to your elbows, putting you in a hogtie. Time to take this corset off too. I loosened the strings holding on her corset. I pulled the sides out, and lifted the corset off, freeing her amazing tits. " Now it's your mom's turn."

With that, I tied her mom the same way. First her elbows were pulled tight behind her back, making her tits struggle against her corset. I tied her ankles and toes together, and put her in a tight hogtie. Finally I took off her corset as well, and pulled her back about 3 feet behind her daughter.

"OK ladies, game two is a race. As you've noticed, you're at one end of your basement. The goal is to reach the other end, and come back as fast as possible. First one all the way down past the end of the couch and back is the winner. Carol, you're starting further back as a punishment for your insubordination earlier. I'm going to remove your gags so you can both breathe a bit easier, not a word out of either of you or else." With that, I reached down and pulled Carol's muzzle out, since she'd been gagged for quite a while I thought she may need a break. Next was Jill's harnessgag.

"On the count of 3. One, two, three!"

Jill rolled back on her stomach, and started to inch across the floor. Her mom on the other hand aligned herself sideways, and started to roll towards her daughter. I thought for sure her handicapped start would solidify the win for her daughter. She rolled out ahead quite a ways, before her daughter caught on and followed suit. But by the time she managed to get on her side and turn, it was already too late. Her mom was rolling fast, back towards me, and crossed the finish line first.

"Wow, that was one hell of a race. Carol, it was hot to see your tits bouncing as you rolled. Both of you have a nice red chest – I like it. Looks like we need a tie breaker! First, let's get you two a bit more comfortable." I removed the hogtie, ankle and toe ropes, as well as the elbow ropes for both girls. I then stood each up, and made them walk to opposite ends of the basement, and have a seat on the floor. Both girls had their legs tied together at the ankle and knee. I hooded Jill, and used the leather blindfold on her mom. Finally, I handcuffed both girls behind their back, before removing their wrist ropes. After all, can't let the slaves hands free can we?

"OK Girls, last challenge. In the middle of the room is one handcuff key, and only one key. First one to get the key, release themselves from all of their restraints, and kneel in front of me will be greatly rewarded. Looser will be punished. Be careful not to hurt yourselves, but don't move too slow. Again, on the count of 3. One. Two. Three!"

The girls started to move about the room, with very different approaches. Carol took a conservative approach. She inched along on her ass, and swept her hands behind her as she went. Once she'd bump into something, she'd stop to get a feel for her orientation, and started to span the room in rows with her body. Her daughter on the other hand was laying on her side, taking rolling sweeps across the floor. Apparently she took notes as to what her mom did right last race. While not as thorough, it was quicker, and covered more area. The key was approximately equal distant from both girls starting points. I was open to using and abusing both girls, so it wasn't overly important which one won. However, after about 10 minutes, Jill rolled across the key. She hit it with the middle of her back, and at first I wondered if she even felt it. Then she stopped, and rolled back. She sat herself up, picked up the key, and started to work on her handcuff locks. After a minute she found the first hole, and released her hands to the front. She removed her hood, and undid her handcuffs. She untied her ankles, bounced over to me, and knelt in front.

"Master, I'm yours." Of course, she said it loud enough that her mom heard. She perked up, and took attention.

"Good job slave. Looks like your mom will have to be punished. You'll get to have the honors. Why don't you clip this leash on her, and bring her over here. Take the handcuff key, and lock her to that pole." It was sexy, watching Jill walk over to her mother, leash her, and tug her to her feet. She brought her over to me, and was about to cuff her to the post.

"Wait. Let's put the corset back on first. Cuff her hands over head with that beam so we can work." Jill undid Carol's cuffs, and lifted her moms hands over her head. She passed the cuffs over a 2x4, and locked the other hand in. She wrapped the front of her moms corset around her, and I started to pull together the lacing. First, I laced her up and pulled it snug.

"Carol, take a deep breath." She did, and I cinched the laces tighter, making her tits again accentuated nicely. "Ok Jill. Take this rope, and knot it about every foot or so. Make it a big knot, and the entire length of the rope." She knotted up the rope, which would be the implement of her moms torture.

"Good, now set it down and come over here." She came to me, and I explained what she was going to do. "You're going to torture your mom's pussy as a part of your reward. Spin her around the pole, and tie off one end of the rope higher up behind her. Pull the other end snug through your mom's twat, and tie it off high to the other pole. Then, take the icey hot, and rub it up and down the rope. Pay special attention to the knots. When you're done, take your mom's blindfold off and wait for me. "

She did as she was told like a good slave. First, she tied one end behind her mom, pulled the rope between her legs splitting her pussy, and tied it off high to the other pole. She then grabbed the icey hot, and applied it up and down the length of rope, applying so much to the knots it was dripping a couple drops on the floor. She removed her mom's blindfold, and stopped.

"OK Carol. Punishment time. You'll be walking the length of this rope, down and back twice. The friction is going to heat up your pussy, and the knots will only add to the agony. How much it's pleasure or pain depends on how fast your lovely daughter pulls you. She added a special..sauce to the rope to make it more amusing. Jill, first take the harness gag, and tightly gag your mother so we don't have to listen to any complaints. Then, uncuff your mom from over head, replacing her cuffs behind her back, and pull her to the other pole with the leash. When you get there, lead her back down the rope. Do it a second time, then recuff her to the pole. "

"Yes Master". She walked over to the harness gag she had been wearing earlier, and held the ball to her mom's lips. She pouted, looked at me, and slowly opened for her daughter. Jill pushed the ball deep in Carol's mouth, buckling it tight behind her head. A loud MMff was elicited, but she kept going. She pulled the straps tight over her moms head, buckled the chin strap, and released her mom from the pole. Carol went to put her hands in front, but Jill quickly grabbed them, and reapplied the cuffs even tighter behind her back. She grabbed the leash, and slowly led her mom down the rope. Her mom walked slow as possible, since the rope between her pussy was cutting right through her nether region. She tried to get on her tiptoes to get the rope out of her cunt, but her daughter quickly pulled down on the leash to keep her on the rope. She was enjoying it, and it was sexy as hell to watch. She passed over the first knot rather gingerly, and started to move on to the second, before her eyes got wide, and she started to pull at the cuffs. She moaned into her gag, trying to get free.

"Ahh, by now you've noticed the special sauce. Don't worry, it won't cause any permanent damage, but it's going to torture your pussy for the next 45 minutes or so. It's just Icey Hot." Carol struggled and fought the rest of the way, to no avail. She was captive, and her daughter was enjoying the torture. She took her time over the next half hour, torturing her mom up and down the rope. After the second time back, she recuffed her mom to the pole.

She came over to me, and knelt. "Thank you Master, that was fun."

"You're welcome slut. That was only the beginning of your fun. Turn around, and put your hands behind your back." She did as she was told, and I tightly tied her hands together. Next, I tied a chest harness, and tied it snug below, and above her tits. I tied a rope again around her chest, looping under her arms, and tying it off to her chest rope. I then walked her between two poles, and tossed over the support beam. I looped it back around under her, and tied it off around her waist. Next I tied a rope snug above each knee. I took the end of the rope attached to her left knee, and picked it up high, tying it off to the beam in front of the one holding her upper body. I tied it out to the side a bit, and securely knotted it off. Her left foot was high off the floor. I grabbed the second rope, and turned to her.

"Ready slave?"

"Yes Master"

I took her second rope, and repeated the action, pulling it a bit in the opposite direction. She was now suspended in front of me, legs spread wide, pussy open and available to me. Finally, I tied a rope around her hair, and knotted it off above her to support her head.

"Don't go anywhere while I tend to your mom."

I walked over to Carol.

"You my pet, are going to watch me fuck your daughter while she's suspended, and your cunt aches for me....and burns from the Icey Hot." With that, I untied the rope between the poles. I tied a rope around her wrists, before uncuffing her from the pole. I had her stand midway between the two poles, and tied her hands off high to the top of the basement support poles. I then did the same with her ankles, keeping her in a standing spread eagle, facing towards her daughters suspension. Finally, I tied a small rope to either strap on the sides of her head harness, and tied them off to the poles as well. This kept her head focused on where I'd be drilling into her daughter.

"OK. Jill, this should be fun for you. Total weightlessness, swinging into my cock. I hear it's quite the experience. Are you still on birth control?"

"Yes Master, please feel free to do what you want with me."

I dropped my pants, and walked up to the girl hanging before me. She was soaked, and I easily slid in. I left the gag out, so her mom could hear her moans of pleasure. Carol had a nice view, as Jill and I were oriented 90 degrees, so she could watch my cock slip in and out of her daughters wet twat. I had only done this once before, but with a girl nowhere near as eager as Jill. I forgot how much fun and effortless it is to fuck a girl that's suspended and spread like that. I barely thrusted, and she swung a bit away, and came back on me. I slowly worked up a pace that took barely any effort from me, but had her swinging and thumping into me hard and steadily.

"Oh my god, please fuck me Master. This feels soo good." I looked over, and Carol looked uncomfortable, pulling against her bonds wanting to get free, but at the same time almost looked worried and afraid for her daughter. I smiled at her, while she struggled against her bonds, and I pumped deep into her daughter. I increased my speed with little effort, and shortly thereafter she started to pull against her ropes, and scream into the basement. I exploded into her shortly after she started, and we rode our orgams for at least 2 minutes.

I pulled, out and started to untie her from her suspension. I let her legs down, and then released her hair and upper body. She slumped into my arms, exhausted. I eased her to the floor, while I went to tend to her mom. I stuck my hand in her pussy – she was soaked.

"Slave Jill. Your mom is wet – soaked actually. Do you want to let her cum?"

"Sure Master, I think she deserves it. How do you want to do her?"

"Are you willing to participate? I brought a strap on in the hope one of you would go for it."

"I suppose, if that's what Master wants. I think it's a bit strange being my mom, but why not."

Carols eyes were wide with fear. "Carol. Your option is 2 cocks or no cocks. What'll it be?" I could see hesitation in her eyes for a moment, before she stretched her legs the little bit she could, sticking her legs forward to me.

"Well Jill, looks like your mom is up for it. I'll leave you the option. There'll obviously be a cock in her pussy, but where does the other go – ass or mouth?"

"Hmmm Master. I feel like I should leave it up to her, but at the same time, I did win 2 of the challenges. I think she should be a little uncomfortable. Pussy and ass. " You could see Carol start pulling at her restraints, wanting freedom.

"Carol, your daughter's the boss on this one. What'll it be? Pussy and ass, or nothing." You could see her mind reeling for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. After a minute or so, her head dropped. "Pff fuffme mffter."

"Jill, cuff yourself behind your back, and kneel waiting for me while I get your mom released."

Like a good slave, Jill grabbed the handcuffs, dropped to her knees, and locked her hands behind her back. I released her mom from the posts, cuffing her again behind her back. I removed her gag as well, and clipped a leash to her collar. I leashed Jill, and led the girls up to the master suite. I cuffed Jill in what was now a familiar position – bound behind her back to a pole of the four poster bed.

Time to deal with her mom. I had her spread her legs, and tied them spread with the rope. I had looped the rope around between them, making the rope kind of act as a spreader bar. Her hands wouldn't be too much of an issue. I released one from behind her back, passed one of the cuffs through the large d ring in the front of her collar, and then replaced it on her wrist. Her arms were now trapped under her neck, and her legs spread wide for us. I grabbed the dildo harness out of the bag, and released Jill from her handcuffs.

"Jill, this dildo harness is a bit special. It's double sided. One end will go in you, and strap around your waist. You'll be laying into your mom with the other end. I'm going to be fucking her in the ass I think, you can have the pussy. Feel free to cum if you can from your own dildo."

I took Carol, and pulled her on the bed with me. I laid down on my back, and pulled her on top of me while her daughter watched on. I decided not to wrap up – as gross as the idea was to me at first, I wanted her to feel my load shot deep where it really shouldn't be shot. I popped in her pussy to get a bit of natural lube on my cock, and slowly inserted my cock in her tight hole. She gasped, and pulled against her cuffs.

"Master, please, no, please."

"You know the safe word slut. I'm going to ignore you unless you say it. Jill, hop on your mom and give her a bit of a distraction."

Carol and I spread our legs, allowing her daughter to get room between her to get the large, black dildo nestled deep in her moms cunt.

"Oh my, oh, that feels nice – oh, but that, oh, no, please, no". We worked into a rhythm – I'd pump deep into her from behind, while her daughter pumped into her from in front. Back and forth, in and out. We built up steam, until I started to shoot my load deep in Carols backside, while her daughter rammed her hard from the front. Both girls screamed out loud, and all three of us kept on for a minute or two, before slumping down into a sandwich with me at the bottom. Jill got up, and I slowly removed my cock from Carol. Carol gingerly stood, having both holes violated, and I got up after her.

"Wow. OK ladies, time for a rinse in the shower I think, then I need to get going." I cuffed Jill behind her back, before snapping on a leash to her and her mom and led them to the bathroom. I grabbed some paper towl, and cleaned off my cock the best I could. I took off both girls collars, and cuffed Carol behind her back. The three of us hopped in the tub, and I turned on the shower nice and warm. I washed the rest of the .. slop of my cock, and turned to the two girls in front of me. I kissed Carol deeply while her daughter watched, before turning my efforts to her and repeating the gesture.

" I had a lot of fun girls. Carol, you're probably going to be sore for a while, both from my cock stretching your ass out, as well as the icey hot on your cunt. I think you too ladies should wash each other. Jill, you can start by washing your mom off. " I took the cuff key from the counter next to the shower, and locked Jills hands in front of her. She slowly started to wash her mom, starting at the shoulders and massaging, moving down and washing her breasts. She slowly slipped further, and finished up her legs, before ending with her pussy and ass. Same treatment went for Jill. Her mom was nice and gentle, surprisingly spending a lot of time on her tits and nipples, before moving down her body. Once the girls were done with each other, I had them turn their efforts to me. They both washed me head to toe, paying special attention of course to my cock and balls. We wrapped up the shower, and toweled off. I wanted to fuck Carol one more time before I left, but just was too spent.

I decided to leave Carol in charge when I left this time. I had both girls follow me to the bedroom. I replaced Jills gloves, corset, garter, panties and heels. I had her lie on the bed on her back spread, and tied her in a nice spreadeagle. I gave her a kiss, said goodbye, and hooded her. I placed the handcuff key in the waistband of her panties, and walked downstairs with her mother.

"Jim, I had a great time tonight. I experienced things I've never felt before, tried things I never thought I'd try, and even got to explore these things and come closer than ever with my daughter. Thanks. I hope we can do this again sometime soon."

"If I can get out of the house, we will. Turn around, put your hands behind your back." I cuffed her tightly, and spun her back and gave her a deep kiss. "Your cuff key as you saw is up in Jill's panties. The clothes are a gift from me, but please bring all the restraints back to work with you tomorrow. She's rather, helpless. Feel free to torture her before you untie her. Might I suggest bringing her close to the edge and stopping, repeatedly, till she's pulling at the ropes begging to cum. She'll probably gush all over when you let her finish."

"Good idea Master. Thanks." With that, she dropped to her knees, and I took off. What a great night.


Part 3 (added: 02/12/2011)

A couple of uneventful weeks went by. I kept thinking back to the last time I was with Carol and Jill. I wished my fiancé was into bondage, but no matter how hard I tried, it just wasn't her thing. To have a mother daughter pair at my hands was, amazing. It was Tuesday, and the week was off to a miserable start. An argument with my lady, and a shit storm at work. It was close to quitting time, and I got an email from Carol.

"You there Jim?"

"Yea, kinda busy what's up?"

"My husband is out of town this week. He gets back on Friday night before leaving again Saturday afternoon, and I'd like to give him a surprise. I was wondering if you could...stop by after work and get me ready."

"Lemme see if I can get outta the house. I'd be happy to."

"I think I need to buy some supplies. Would you mind shopping for me? I'll give you the money. Buy whatever you think we'd like."

"Will do. Email me your address, and if I can get out, I"ll order some stuff tonight and have it shipped right to your place."

I wrapped up my day, to run home and try to figure out an excuse again. Luckily for me, one was presented for me. My fiancé got home, and she told me she forgot to mention a work retreat that weekend as a team building exercise. They were going right after work on Friday, and wouldn't be back till Saturday around dinner time. She was beat and went to bed early. I hopped online, and did some shopping.

Any proper slave needs her own collar. I bought a nice padded leather collar, with 3 d rings which of course locked. Next up, a couple of gags. I bought a ballgag, cock panel style gag, and a nice big spider gag. I added to the cart a full coverage blindfold, and a couple hundred feet of rope. Order came to about 150 bucks, and I had it rush shipped to Carol so it would be there on time.

Then I started to think. If they were going to play, Jill couldn't really be home. If I played my cards right, I could maybe get a slave for the night outta the deal as well. Unfortunately, even though I had given Jill my number, she never texted or called.

The next day IM'd Carol in the morning when she got in.

"Hey".

"How'd it go."

"Good. Supplies are in the mail to your house. I'm good to go Friday night. I can come by right after work."

"Good. My husband gets home around 7. That should give us an hour or 2 before he gets there. Jill mentioned she was going to call you sometime soon. Dunno what that's about."

"I gave her my number a while back in case she wanted to - explore more. Have her give me a shout if she wants."

"I guess I could. I don't really want to, but she's old enough I guess to make her own choice. I gotta get back to work and run to a meeting – I'll talk to you later."

Great. Tie up mom, hopefully have daughter as a slave for the night. My morning was about done. I started to head out to grab some lunch and got a text from a number I didn't recognize.

"Jim?"

"Who's asking?" I texted back.

"It's Jill, is this Jim?"

"No, it's your Master. What's up slave?"

"I haven't heard from you in a while. Was hoping you'd be coming over to torture us again."

"Well, as it turns out I'm coming over Friday, to tie your mom up as a present for your dad."

"Huh, she didn't tell me anything about that. I planned on coming home right after school that night. What were they going to do, fuck with me in the house?"

"Dunno. I have a way that maybe could fix that though."

"What'd you have in mind?"

"I have the house to myself that night. Interested in being a live in slave for a sleepover?"

"Let me think about it. Can I let you know tomorrow Master?"

"Yes slave. I gotta get back to work – my lunch is done. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Whatever you decide, don't bring it up with your mom. We can tell her after she's bound Friday if you decide to."

The rest of my day finally went by. The night was uneventful, as was the next day. I didn't hear from Jill, and was kinda bummed. The rest of the week passed, and it got to Friday. I had given up hope on my over night captive, but was still excited about Carol.

I got an IM just after lunch.

"Hey. We still on for later?"

"Yep. Leave around 4?"

"Sounds good."

"Package showed up, what do I owe you?"

"$150."

"Wow. Ok, that's fine. You hear from Jill at all?"

"Yea, she texted me the other day."

"What'd she want?"

"She wanted to know when I was going to come over and play again. I told her I was stopping by after work, but probably wasn't staying. What are you doing about her later?"

"She said she's sleeping over at a friends house after school. Looks like I got the place to myself, which is nice. Anyway, I'll see ya later."

That was disappointing news. Looks like I'd be stuck by myself for the night. It was a nice day, maybe I'd take the dog for a walk and just relax with a few beers and some video games. The day finally ended, and I met up with Carol in the parking lot. I followed her back to her place, and we went inside.

"I don't really wanna mess around Jim. I hope you understand – I wanna be fresh for my husband."

"No , that's understandable, no problem."

"I'm going to go take a quick shower and get ready. Make yourself at home – there's some drinks and snacks in the kitchen, feel free to turn on the tv. Only thing I ask is turn it to hgtv before you turn it off . I plan to tell my husband that a friend tied me up – I want him to think it was a girl. Jill I think was stopping by before going to her friends. She should be here shortly. She said she was looking forward to seeing you."

Carol disappeared up the stairs to the master bath. I could hear the water turn on. I went to the kitchen, and raided the fridge. I grabbed a beer, and found some chips in the cupboard.

I plopped my ass on the couch and turned on ESPN while I waited for Carol to get out of the shower. I was watching the sports center highlights, when a car rolled up and Jill popped out.

She came bouncing through the front door.

"Hi Jim."

"Hey Jill. How are you?"

"Good. I'm sorry I didn't call, I totally forgot. Are you still free later?"

"I am. What did you have in mind?"

She walked towards me, and dropped to her knees. She spread her legs, and put her head down, and her hands behind her head. "I was hoping to serve you Master."

"Lovely, I'd love to have you. This is your one chance to change your mind. After that, you're mine. Do you want to be my slave until tomorrow?"

"Yes Master."

"Good. Hurry up and go get your corset and panties before your mom gets out of the shower, and get back down here." She disappeared quick up the stairs. While she did that, I sprinted out quick to get the handcuffs, collar, and ballgag out of my car that Carol returned to me from last time. Sometimes it's good to be forgetful.

I came back in, and Jill was already back downstairs.

"Strip slave, make it quick." Jill stripped naked, and put her hands submissively behind her back. "Grab hold of the railing." I wrapped the corset around her lovely tits, and started to lace her up. I got it half way down, and I heard the shower stop. I quickly snugged it up, and tied it off. I grabbed Jills wrists, and locked them snug behind her back. Finally, I strapped on her collar, and tugged her upstairs by the ring in the front.

"We have to go attend to your mom. We'll get that properly on in a minute."

We met her mom naked, starting to get her clothes on as she got out of the shower.

"Look what came home to visit me!"

"Hey mom. I came home and this guy just had me strip and put this stuff on. Next thing I knew I was cuffed and collared."

"Gee. Go figure."

"I thought we'd watch you while you got ready. I need to strap her corset tighter."

"When you're done, can you help me with mine?"

"Sure."

"Master, she didn't address you properly."

"She's not collared, she's not my slave. You however are a different story." A pulled off Jills cuffs, replacing them in front so I could get at the corset laces better. "Hang on to the door jam, and take a deep breath." She did, and I pulled hard on the corset lacing.

"OOOH." I kept going, pulling the straps tight. Breath, pull, over and over again, till I was tying them off in a bow at the bottom. I switched her cuffs behind her again, and let her chat with her mom while she got laced up.

"OK Carol. Same deal, grab the jam, take a breath and hold it." She did, and I started to snug her up. Breath, lace, back and forth.

"So mom, you and dad got a hot night planned?"

"Yes, are you still going out?"

"Ya, I'm probably going to Kirstens house. When can I come home tomorrow?"

"You live here, whenever you want. I'm not kicking you out."

"We have no plans – I can stay for a while, whenever you want ."

"Well, your dad is going again at 6. I'd like to have some time in the morning to...wake up, but he'd probably like to see you before he goes. 3ish?"

"Sure."

By this point, her corset was fully on. She looked amazing. The black corset was offset by a nice pair of lace thong panties. She had on black gloves, stockings, and 5 inch heel shoes. It was 530. We were running low on time. The three of us went to the bedroom. Carol led, with me next staring mesmerized at her sexy ass in her thong bouncing back and forth, her daughter in tow behind me by her collar.

The box of bondage toys was on the bed. I opened it, and laid all of it out on the bed. 3 strands of 100 foot of rope, collar, gags, and blindfold.

"OK Carol, how do you want to be tied?"

"Hogtied like we were the other day?"

"I can do that, but I'm worried you may struggle and roll off the bed. Also, you look hot – your tits, ass, and waist have a lovely shape in that corset. He should get to see that. Jill, what do you think?"

"Maybe a standing spread at the end of the bed?"

"That would work."

"I agree. That way when he comes home, he can just lay on the bed and look at you for a while before he starts to play. I'm not going to collar you – that's for him to do. Do you have scissors or a knife for me to cut this rope to length with?"

"Yea, downstairs in the drawer."

"Slave – go get some scissors, bring them back."

"Yes Master."

While she was gone, I looked over the three gags. I wanted her quiet, but able to breathe. The ballgag was the best bet. "I'm going to put the ballgag on you, so you can still breathe. The panel is too restricting, the spider gag not enough. You'll love the spider. It'll leave you nice and wide open for him to fuck your face. There'll be nothing you can do to stop him. Open up."

She opened her mouth, lifting her hair out of the way. I tightly strapped the gag in, buckling it snug behind her head. Jill came back into the room, hands tightly cuffed behind her still, but holding a pair of scissors. I folded the first 100 ft length into 4 pieces, effectively making them 25 feet. I took the next 100 ft length, and cut it into two fifty foot pieces. I individually wrapped each of Carol's limbs, ensuring to tie the rope so it wouldn't' cinch tighter with her struggles after I left. I arranged the gags and collar on the bed, while she wrote two sexy notes to her husband. One was to be taped to the door on my way out, the other left by the toys. Not sure what she wrote – it wasn't any of my business.

Time for the bondage – it was now a bit after 6. I still had to get Carol tied, Jill dressed, packed, and in my car, preferably before 630. I pulled Carol's arms to opposite sides of the 4 poster bed, tying them off tight to each pole. I then did the same with her legs, pulling her into a standing spread eagle. Once the last rope was knotted off, I removed Jills cuffs. I told her to go get packed and dressed.

"Put on a sweater with a tall collar, and a short skirt. All of your current clothes stay on."

"Yes Master."

Her mom gave me an odd look, but still had no clue I was keeping her daughter over night. Next, I started to tie on a tight crotch rope. I tied two turns around her waist, and started to pull it through her crotch. I tied a knot right where her clit would be, and two more over her cunt before pulling it through her legs. I pulled it back around front, and tied it off. As I started to tie a chest harness with the last piece of rope, Jill came back into the room.

"All set Master. I got hygiene stuff, some underwear, and that's about it. What else did I need?"

"Nothing slave. I'm going to go back with you and pick up some other underwear and clothes for you to wear before we go. Cuff yourself behind your back slave, and kneel by the bedroom door."

"MMMFPPP?"

"Since you're bound, I may as well inform you. Your daughter isn't going to her friend's house, she's coming to mine as my slave for the night. My fiancé is out of town on a retreat, and Jill expressed an interest in being my slave for the night."

"MMPPFFHHH!" She pulled at her restraints, but they held strong. After a minute of a fuss, she slumped in her restraints.

"Listen, she's in good hands, won't be out partying who knows where till all hours, and won't be with some random guy. Doesn't this give you more piece of mind? She'll be bound with me, most likely with my cock buried deep in her."

"MMphf. I fmmfp fo". Let's finish this bondage. I'm going to tie your upper body and crotch rope between the two posts. With that, I cut the last 100 ft into 2 more 25 ft pieces, and another 50 ft. I added a rope to the side of the chest harness, and tied it off to the left post. I repeated the process with the right side. The last piece I tied around her waist, and looped both sides to the posts as well. She was now firmly held facing the bed, in a standing spread eagle. Her tits were nicely bound in a chest harness, a crotch rope pulling her pussy in two. Her bright red ballgag was a nice contrast to her dark black corset, panties, gloves and heels. Last piece was the blindfold.

"We're going to go grab a few things from your daughter's room and get going. I'll stop back quick before we leave. Come slave."

I walked with Jill back to her room. "Show me where your underwear drawer is"

"It's the third one down Master."

I opened it up, and took a peek. I grabbed 2 thongs – red and black, and matching push up bra's. I also went and grabbed some jogging pants for her, as well as a couple of shirts. I noticed she had a pull over hooded sweatshirt, which gave me an idea for later. I grabbed her collar, and tugged her back into the bedroom where her mother was still ballgagged and tied where I had left her.

It's 630, we need to get going. I'm going to let you watch me get your daughter ready to go, and then blindfold you. I'm going to have my number already dialed on your cell phone, so if for some reason your husband doesn't come home or is late, just hit send and moan, and we'll come back to take care of you. Any questions?

"Nmff. Fpanks".

"Jill open wide."

"But Master, aren't we leaving?"

"Slut, I said open."

"Yes Master, sorry Master."

She opened her mouth, and I buckled the ballgag in extra deep. "You'll be punished for that later slave. I have four rules this weekend. 1) You do as you're told when you're told; 2) You refer to me as Master and only as Master; 3) You only speak when spoken to; 4) You're to be available to me at all times. Unless your legs are tied shut, they're to be spread, and your breasts are not to be covered in the event they're exposed and your arms are untied. Do you understand slave?"

"Ymff Mffpr."

'Let's see, if we pull this nice collar up, yes, there we go, your gag is hidden. We'll drape your coat over you, and you'll be good to go."

I setup the phone for her mom, and put it in her hand.

"You look beautiful. Your husband is going to have fun with you tonight. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Jill. Dial if you need something, but just close the phone and toss it on the bed when you hear your husband call up to you." With that, I gave her a kiss on the gag, and put on her blindfold. It was 640.

"Come slave. Let's get outta here before daddy gets home." I grabbed her bag, and we walked out the front door. I stopped just before leaving, and draped Jill's coat over her shoulders. She pulled her cuffs up a bit to hide them, and we walked out the door. I walked her down the driveway, and opened the passenger door for her to get in. It was getting close to her dad coming home, 645pm. I buckled her in, and drove a bit down the road.

It's dark enough out and we're far enough away that he shouldn't notice us. I wanna sit and watch to make sure your dad makes it to your mom.

We must have sat there for about 20 minutes, before a blue Chevy Silverado drove past and pulled towards the driveway.

"Mffpfs Hmm."

"That's your dad?"

"Mfffp hmmpf".

"Good, lets get going then." We started to drive off, and I noticed that her legs were closed. I smacked a tit – hard.

"MMMFFFPH"

"Why are your legs closed slave?"

"SFMMF Mffter." She spread them nice and wide for me. I decided I wanted her to experience some public bondage. I thought about going to the mall, but was a bit worried we'd run into one of her friends, which would make for a really awkward situation. Instead I opted to go to one of the local 24 hour smut stores.

"Do you trust me slave?"

"Ymmf mffter."

"Good. We'll see." We turned the corner, and I pulled into the parking lot of the adult toy and porn store. I undid her seat belt, and told her to lean forward. I removed one cuff from behind her back, and she swung her hands around front.

"Put your coat on properly slave."

She slid her arms in the sleeves, and put her hands in front expecting to have the cuffs removed. Instead, I slid her wide purse strap over her arm, locked the loose cuff tight around her wrist.

"MFFFPH!"

"Relax. No one is going to know." I got out of the car, and opened the door. She shook her head no, but I reached down her sweater neck, and grabbed a hold of the d ring on her collar. I gave a firm pull, and made her stand up. I pulled it back up, hiding her gag. I pulled the sleeves of the coat down over the cuffs, and draped her purse strap over the chain.

"Carry that this way, and no one will be the wiser to your cuffs."

"Wmff amff my ffgg."

"Don't talk, don't make any sounds, and keep your eyes to the floor. Avoid eye contact, and I'll handle the rest."

She tried to shrug away, but I put my arm around her waist, and led her into the store. I opened the door so she could continue to keep her bound hands hid, and she walked in. Immediately, her eyes lowered as I caught up behind her. The store was large for an adult store, broken into sections. Off to the right was the cash register, with a young female in her early twenties working it. The register was on a glass case, with what looked to be some expensive restraints inside it. In front of us was a slew of movies, with some lingerie behind them. Off to the right past the cash register was a changing room, and sex toys.

"Hi, anything I can help you with?"

"Nope thanks, just looking." I chimed back. I could see Jill was uncomfortable, her face turning a bit red, as she pulled at her cuffs. The store was a ghost town, but yet she was still clearly nervous. I walked back with her to the sex toy section.

"Ok slave, pick out a vibrator you think you'd like."

"Mff." She started to walk up the aisle, looking at all the different kinds of toys. They had a decent collection, vibrators, vibrators with clit ticklers, dildo's, dildo's with balls, eggs. As she was slowing at the vibes with clit ticklers, the nice girl from the register came over.

"Those are nice. I have one of these at home actually." She picked up "the rabbit", and went to hand it to Jill. Jill looked at me for help, but I decided to embarrass her a bit.

"She's...a bit tied up. I'll take a look for her."

"OOOHH. Really?! Are you OK? Can I see?" Jill was a deep shade of crimson, and slumped in her posture trying to shrink into the floor. I slid her purse down, and slid up her sleeves, showing her cuffs. I grabbed the back of her hair, and straightened her up, and pulled down her sweater collar as she pulled at her cuffs, showing off her collar and gag.

"OH MY – are you ok?"

"I'll leave you two for a minute to get acquainted and take a look at the toys in the case. Please leave her gag in - she can respond by nodding to yes or no questions."

I could hear her starting to ask Jill questions, but I figured she was just looking out for her.

"You're ok?"

"MMhmmpg."

"Are you kidnapped, do you want me to call the cops?"

"NMMMFF!" With a vigorous head shake no.

"You're a willing participant?"

"Mffhmff".

"Wow. Awesome. Do you want that gag out so we can pick out toys for you?"

"Nmm."

"How's it going ladies?"

"Good. I'm shocked she let you bring her in here like this."

"Well, she didn't exactly. She willingly submitted to me for the night, but I made her come in here like this. She's really uncomfortable about it, but it amuses me. Let's get the collar up and sleeves down while there's no one here."

We hid her bondage again, and took a look over the vibes. We picked the rabbit due to the nice ladies suggestion, and headed up front to pay. Her purse was in her hands, and her handcuff chain could be seen. Just as we were getting ready to leave, a younger couple walked in. You could see the panic on Jills face, realizing her cuffs were showing, but there was nothing she could do about it. The couple stopped and stared.

"Is she?"

"Yes, and yes she's a willing participant."

"We were going to buy some stuff here like that. Can you guys help us out? We're new to all this restraint stuff."

"Well, that's up to the employee on duty. I'd be happy to though, and my slave, well, has no opinion – do you?"

"She shook her head no, not wanting to give away she was gagged."

"It's fine with me. Try on whatever you want too, long as it's not an insertable. Sales have been slow. My boss would love me to sell some stuff."

" Can I have that leash in the counter for a bit?"

"SURE!"

She handed me the leash. I could see my slave inching away from me, eyes wide with fear. I walked up to her, pulled down the collar, and quickly clipped on the leash.

"Wow – that ball looks painful" the female of the couple said.

"Slave Jill, is that ballgag painful?"

"Mff. Nmm Mfftr."

"Good. Back to the toys we go." I started to walk back to the sex toys, Jill in tow, the couple right behind.

I tied off Jill's leash to a display rack, and noticed that her legs were closed. I switched her hands behind her back, locking them firmly in place.

"Slave, what was rule number four?"

"Mffyw Mwwfr." She spread her legs wide, causing her skirt to hike up a bit, giving me another idea.

"Time for punishment slave. Let's give this nice couple a show."

"MMMFFPH!" She pulled at her cuffs, shaking her head, but I reached down anyways, and lifted up her skirt, exposing her sexy panties. I tucked the bottom of them into the waistband, and returned my attention to the couple.

"As you can see, I expect obedience from my slave. Rule four was that she was to be accessible at all times. With her hands cuffed, her tits were, but her legs were closed. She should have been standing with them spread. As a punishment, she's now on display. My name is Jim, this is Jill. I just want to let you know again, she's a willing participant, and can stop at any time by singing or giving her safe word, which is happy birthday."

"I'm Jack, and this is my wife Sue. We're new to all of this – and want to spice up the bedroom. I take it you've been into this a while?"

"Yes, for quite some time. I've only played with Jill a few times. It's important to leave your sub helpless. It gives them a feel of losing power, being at the hands of their partner. It's quite a turn on for some people. But it's also important to respect limits, and provide a means to stop what's going on immediately. What were the two of you looking for?"

"Well, she wanted to know what it was like to feel kidnapped. We came here to see what we could come up with."

"Kidnapping fantasies are best played out with good ol' fashion rope and tape. I'd suggest keeping some scissors handy incase Sue needs to be let out in a hurry. You need to be careful to keep an eye on circulation and breathing with rope and tape, but they lend to the best authenticity. However, there are other things which are nice if she's going to submit to you as a slave."

"We were talking about that too – slave for a weekend type of thing. Maybe a sex slave fantasy – sold to the highest bidder."

"That sounds like fun. First thing I'd suggest are a good pair of cuffs. They allow you to restrain your sub in a hurry. These are nice, since they allow you to double lock them. It keeps them from over tightening and hurting your partners wrists."

"Maybe we'll take these."

"Sue, why not turn around, and I'll show Jack how to put them on."

"I suppose. Poor Jill is so helpless, I guess it won't kill me."

I looked over at Jill, who was looking around nervously still. Just past her I could see the cashier looking on with interest as well.

Sue turned around, and I grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back and holding them there.

"Ohh.So firm."

"Can't have you trying to escape. Ok Jack, open them up, good, now put them on her wrists. It's good to have your slaves palms facing out. That way, when you snug them down, she can't reach the holes."

He ratched them on his wife, but left them a bit loose. I walked up, and tightened them up.

"Don't be afraid to snug them up, just be careful not to over tighten them. Now, we take the back of the key, and using the post, slide it in this slot, which keeps them from tightening – see?"

I showed him they were snug on his wife.

"Sue, any pain?"

"No, a bit uncomfortable, but they're ok. Can you let me out now?"

"That's up to Jack."

"No, I think she's fine. Honey, use happy birthday as well as your safe word."

"Next collars. They let your slave know they're owned, and let them feel controlled. This here is a posture collar. It's a bit on the extreme side, and keeps your slave from turning her head. I'd recommend saving that for later, and going with this basic one. It's nice, because it locks on. If you want to let her free – say to go to bed ,but remind her that she's owned, you can lock it on so she can't remove it. Why not try it on her?"

"Wow, sounds nice. Here honey."

"Actually, have her kneel – submit to you. Then lock it on."

Sue dropped to her knees almost on command, and Jack locked the collar on his slave.

"Stay down there slave, that's kinda nice." Jack said to his now collared and cuffed wife.

"Yes Sir."

Next I explained gags, blindfolds, hoods, and punishment toys. As we started, another young male walked in. The girls eyes got wide, and they pulled at their restraints, but neither gave their safe word. The guy came back.

"Hey, wow – what's going on here?"

"Just picking out some toys for our ladies."

"They look hot." He went to touch Jill's tit, and I smacked his hand away.

"You can look and watch, but don't touch. She's not yours."

"Sorry – the slut is tied up, I thought she was fair game. Sorry dude."

With that, the kid walked away to pick out some porn to jack off to.

"Jack, while they're tied, they're totally helpless, and your responsibility. Jill here is a friend's daughter, and my responsibility for the night. As you saw, I'd never let anything happen to her. Bondage builds trust. Trust that needs to be earned and maintained. Let's get Sue gagged, and I'm going to head out. You got the basics from me, and can pick out the rest of your toys."

"Hey boys – you gag her, since it's an insertable, you buy it." Chimed in the cashier.

"Gotcha – thanks!"

"I want a gag for her, what do you recommend?"

I explained to Jack the different styles, both what the store had, and exotic toys they didn't. They settled on a nice ballgag similar to what I had Jill gagged with.

"Go ahead and put it on her."

"Open slave" commanded Jack.

Sue opened up, and as I expected, Jack lightly put in the gag, and buckled it behind her head.

"Slave, spit out your gag." I commanded Jill.

She pushed at the ball with her tongue, and there was no give. It was strapped tight in her mouth. I then turned to Sue.

"Sue, spit out your gag. Push on it like my slave did with her tongue."

In a second, the gag was out, hanging around her neck like a necklace.

"Stand slave."

She did, and I turned to Jack.

"Jack, can I show you how to do it – do either of you mind?

"NO, please do. I need to know how to keep her secured."

Sue opened her mouth, and I put the ball in. I shoved it in firmly with my hand, and pulled the straps behind her head, lifting her hair and sliding them underneath.

"See, you need to keep her hair out of the way – it'll keep her more comfortable. Next, the ball needs to be wedged firmly in behind." I could see the kid came back for the show. I kept my eye on him, and kept going. "Now, when you pull it snug, you need to keep it nice and deep. Sue, open wide and say ahh."

"MMMFFF." I pulled the straps tight, down about 4 holes.

"Spit it out now." She tried, but the traps held it firmly in place.

"Now Jack, she won't be able to tolerate it that tight for too long. You'll have to build up the amount of time slowly, as her jaw will be sore. After some time, she'll be able to wear it for hours at a time."

"Wow, ok, thanks for all the great info."

"No problem."

I went and pulled Jills skirt down, and unleashed her from the post.

"And you kid – did you learn anything?"

"Yea man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't touch people that don't belong to me."

"Good. I'm going to leave the possibility of a reward to my slave. Jill – if you let him reach around from behind and grope your tits, you can ride home with only the collar on. I'll give you a break from the cuffs and gag."

"MMFPH Pfwwwf mffr."

"Which is it slave, time to go."

"Hmmf fan frporm me mffr."

"Ok kid. You can stand behind her, and feel her up. Your hands can go up her shirt, but she has a corset on, so your hands are not to go in it. Understand?"

"You two sure?"

"Yes, she said it was ok. Actually, hold on." I removed the cuffs from behind her back, and removed her leash and gag."

"Slave, keep your legs spread, and pull your shirt up." She did as she was told. "Hands behind your head, elbows back. Again, hands went behind her back. She was now relatively exposed in a store to 4 complete strangers, submitting to a guy she didn't even know. "Ask him to touch your tits. Address him properly."

"Sir, please grope my breasts."

"You heard her kid. Walk behind and get a handful in each hand. Rub, play, squeeze, just make sure they don't pop out of that corset, and your hands don't go in it. You have one minute."

He walked behind her, and firmly grasped a tit in each hand. Jill closed her eyes. "Eyes open slut. Look at these other two strangers while the one behind you feels you up."

She did, and the couple just watched, Sue still tightly cuffed and gagged, but now kneeling again. I let the kid get his joy, and then told him his time was up.

"Wow, thanks. That was fun. I see you have a vibrator in your hands. If you let me touch her pussy, I'll pay for it."

"Jill, again, your call. You don't have to do it if you don't want. I'm happy to pay for the vibe.

" I want to please Master. It's up to you Master."

"Hey – do you guys have any rubber gloves in the store?"

"Yea, I got some in the back for cleaning. Should be over near you in the corner on the floor."

"Show me the cash kid." He handed me 60 bucks.

I walked over to the corner, and grabbed a rubber glove.

"Put the glove on – I don't' know what sores you have on your hands or cuts, and I don't want my property damaged." The kid put the glove on, and walked behind Jill, who was still in a submissive pose. "Again, one minute."

We all watched as he quickly lifted her skirt, and slid her panties aside. She started to close her eyes, but stopped and just stared ahead of herself at me. I was grinning ear to ear, and she started to smirk, knowing she was making me happy.

"Wow, she's soaked." The kid slid in first one finger, then two and started to pump in and out of her pussy. He rubbed on her clit, and she let out a small moan. After a minute, I told him to stop, and he did. She put her panties in place, rolled down the skirt, and we walked to the door.

"You guys should come in more often. That was so amusing – brightened up my day. The vibe is 55 bucks. Here's a customer loyalty card we normally make our repeat customers apply for. For today's show, you get it right away, and on the house. "

"Thanks. Hopefully we'll be back soon."

Jill and I walked out to the car, her collar on her sweater up to hide her bondage collar. I opened the door to let her in, and then hopped in myself. Like a good slave, her legs were spread wide, hands at her side.

"Wow Master, that was so humiliating, and arousing at the same time."

"Thank you for trusting me. I had a good time in there with you. I think you deserve one more reward for being a good slave." I opened the vibe and put in the batteries I bought. I reached over, slipping her panties aside, and slid the vibe in nice and deep. I turned it to a medium setting, and started the drive back to my place. Tonight was going to be a good time.


Part 4 (added: 05/06/2011)

When we finally were rolling in my driveway, it was about 8p. I had my slave until about 2:30 the next day, when we'd have to leave to get her home. I pulled the car in the attached garage, and closed the door before retrieving my cargo. I opened up the passenger door, and pulled down the collar on her sweater, exposing her bondage collar. I slid her panties over the vibe to keep it in place, and pulled her up out of the car, and closed the door. I grabbed the ring on the collar, and led her to the hood of the car, where I grabbed her right wrist, spun her around, and roughly bent her over the hood. I replaced her cuffs on her wrists behind her back, and led her into the kitchen.

"OK slave, I wasn't really prepared to bring you over, so let me grab a few restraints. I'll be right back."

Before I walked away, I led her over to a chair, and had her sit down. I locked her cuffs through the back of the chair, pinning her to the chair. I ran down quick to the basement to my hidden trunk of bondage toys, and pulled out a harness gag, pair of clover style nipple clamps, and a few hundred feet of rope. I went back upstairs to my slave, where she was sitting with her legs together.I removed her cuffs from the chair, and had her stand.

"Slut, your legs are together again."

"Sorry Master. You're taught your whole life to keep them together, it's hard to remember to do the opposite."

"That's not my problem. You'll be punished for that later. For now, time for your tour and better restraint." I removed her cuffs, closely followed by her top. Once her sweater was off, I cinched her wrists with multiple coils of rope, cinched in the middle. Next I grabbed another coil of rope, and pulled her elbows tight behind her back. She was a flexible girl, - I got them within inches of touching. This of course forced her to arch her back, thrusting her chest out further against the already restrictive corset.

"Master, that's tight."

"Does it hurt slave?"

"No Master."

"Then it's fine." I moved on to her chest, tying a few coils of rope above and below her breasts. I crossed it around her back and in between, leaving her in a chest harness holding her arms tight to her back. Next, I moved down to her legs.

"Close your legs slave." She did, and I tied her legs together tight above her knees. Next up was the gag.

"Open slave" Jill opened her mouth wide, and I shoved the ball from the harness deep in her mouth. Unlike the poorly applied ones you see all the time on the bondage videos online, I applied each strap one at a time, ensuring a tight fit. Now that she was properly bound, I grabbed the leash typically reserved for my dog, and clipped it on her collar, tugging her in tow.

"This slave as you're aware is the kitchen. Walking down the hall, here's the livingroom. Next, the bathroom. Odds are you'll probably have to ask me permission to go since you'll be tied. I expect that'll be a bit odd for you. Do you have to go now?"

"Actmmfy mff" came from the ball, rather muffled. I untied her knees, and led her over towards the toilet. I pulled off her skirt and panties, and then pulled out the vibe. Her panties and the vibrator were soaked with her juices by this point, which was of no concern to me. I pulled down on her leash till she sat on the toilet, and then waited. She kept looking at me, confused for a minute or two, before she started to struggle against her ropes holding her upper body pretty immobile and mmphing into her gag.

"Slave, you're going to pee, and you're going to do it now right in front of me. I'm not releasing you from your bondage every time you have to piss, so get used to it." After another minute or two of struggling she started to pee, head bowed in humiliation. When she was done I cleaned her up, and rebound her knees together. The knees tied gives the slave a great amount of movement, but yet, impedes them from running off, letting them feel even more controlled. I led her out to the kitchen, where I removed her chest ropes, and corset. I also removed her ballgag, and replaced the handcuffs in front of her.

"OK slave, time for your punishment for again not keeping your legs open to me. First up, put the short skirt back on." She slid into the skirt, and was standing there cuffed. I removed her handcuffs, and had her stand with her fingers interlocked behind her head. I slowly rubbed and licked her nipples to full attention, and then put the first clover clamp on her left tit.

"Shit Master that hurts! Please take it off!" Lucky for her, her hands remained behind her head, and her legs open. This girl deep down was a true submissive.

"No slave, you don't tell me what to do. Time for the other tit." She closed her eyes, but didn't move as the second clamp was applied. She took in a deep breath, wincing with discomfort.

"Ok slave, put on your hooded sweatshirt."

"Yes, Master". She gingerly eased her sweatshirt over what I could only assume was an aching pair of nipples. The clamps did look mean, and after all this was her first time in anything like that. Her outfit looked a bit odd, skirt and a sweatshirt, but I hoped no one would ask any questions. I grabbed Jills left hand, and tightly locked a cuff on it. I pulled her arm into the front pocket of the sweatshirt, and locked it to her other wrist, engaging the double lock.

"Put on your shoes slave". Jill slipped into her high heels, and stood in front of me, not yet helpless enough. To add to her ensemble, I ran downstairs and grabbed a roll of electrical tape. I also picked up my fiance's extra sunglasses that were sitting on our bar. I came back upstairs, and instructed my slave to close her eyes. I taped them both shut with a small x of electrical tape over them, and put the sunglasses on her. Looking at her, you'd never know I had a blind, cuffed submissive whose tits were being tortured under the hoodie. Last step was to reach up her skirt, and slide her panties aside. I popped in two ben wa balls I had laying around that my fiancé wasn't into, and slid her panties back in place. Since I wanted to punish her a bit more, I reached up the sweatshirt, and locked a good size padlock on the nipple clamp chain, letting it fall quickly, jerking her nipples. A yelp came out, but she was helpless to do anything about it.

"OK Slave, time for punishment number two for the day. Hopefully you'll learn to be an obedient slut from now on. We're going to simply go for a walk. Obviously since you can't see a damn thing, it'd be recommended to follow my lead, and make sure both your hands stay deep inside that hoodie pocket unless you want someone knowing how helpless you are. I think the nipple clamps with the weight and balls in your cunt will provide for a fun distraction. Ready?"

"Master, please no, please don't make me do this."

"Tough. I need some fresh air and exercise. Actually, there's no reason you can't be gagged too. I was going to have a nice conversation with you on the walk, but you're whining way too much. Don't go anywhere. " I ran downstairs and grabbed an old mini nerf basketball. It was just big enough to fill her mouth and force her to keep it closed to keep it hidden, but small enough that her jaw wouldn't get sore from keeping it compressed.

"Open slut".

"Master, no please, I'm sorry, plea..OWWWWW OK!" The quick pull to the nipple clamp chain got the point across that I wasn't in the mood to listen to her anymore, and wasn't playing around. She opened up wide, and I crammed the nerf ball in her mouth. It was an easy fit, and expanded nicely when I let go of it.

"Close, and I'd suggest keeping it closed unless you want people to ask questions."

I wrapped my arm around her waist and forced her out of the house. Halfway down the street, and I could see her discomfort in her face. If you looked close enough, you could see the lock on the nipple clamps swinging back and forth with each step. I kept my arm around her , and kept her moving forward at a good pace. Her knees were also trembling every know and again, from what I guessed to be the sensations from the two chunks of metal in her cunt. We took a nice stroll, quiet, peaceful. Well, almost. We strolled for about 20 minutes around the neighborhood, and were almost home, when my old neighbor 7 houses down the road decided to be friendly.

"HI Jimmy! Who's the lady?!"

"Hi Ms. Eldridge. This is a friend of mine from work – Jill." I could see her starting to get fidgety with her cuffed hands in her pocket, pulling. This was about to get interesting.

"Hi honey, nice to meet you." She extended her hand for a handshake. I could feel Jill shake.

"I'm sorry Ms. Eldridge. She's a blind mute, and coincidentally a germophobe. She means no disrespect."

"Oh sweetie. I'm so sorry. It's nice of young Jimmy here to take a walk with you. You kids have fun!"

"OK Ms. Eldridge. Nice to see you, have a good night."

After a few steps, I could see her still fidgeting with her cuffs in the hoodie.

"MMFPH?"

"Yes, we're almost home, you did fine." We walked the last few houses, and up the driveway back to my place. We had a nice privacy fence out back, and a small covered patio. I decided to strip her and keep her bound while I had a drink. It was dark, and odds are no one would see her. I reached in my pocket, and pulled out a cuff key. I released one hand, and she pulled the other out and extended it to me, expecting to be released. Instead I pulled her over to one of the supports which holds up the patio cover, and cuffed her to it behind her back. I went inside, and into my workshop in the basement to grab a bunch of rope, 4 scrap pieces of wood, and a hammer. I also snagged a leather blindfold, vibe, and a ballgag on my way back upstairs. I always wanted to fuck outdoors in my yard, but unfortunately my woman was too chicken to ever do it. I figured I may as well take the opportunity now.

I walked halfway out into the yard, and drove the 4 stakes spread into the ground in the shape of a large square. I walked over to Jill, and uncuffed her from the pole. I pulled her shoes off, and led her by her collar out onto the grass. I pulled the ball out of her mouth, and told her to strip.

"But Master, aren't I outside?" A quick slap to the face.

"Ow. Sorry Master, yes Master." With that, her skirt and panties came off, followed by her sweatshirt ever so gently. She was now standing naked in my yard, eyes taped shut, ben wa balls still in her pussy, nipples clamped with a lock swinging between them. "I feel so exposed."

"You'll feel more exposed in a minute." I handed her the ballgag and blindfold. "Blind and gag yourself slave, then put your hands behind your head. Make sure it's tight – you won't like it if you make me snug it up."

She opened her mouth, pulling the ball deep between her teeth. She swung her hair over her shoulder, and buckled the straps tight behind her head. I could see she was struggling to make it tight. She swung her hair back down, and put the blindfold over her still taped eyes. Finally, her hands went behind her head, back straight, breasts out, and legs spread. She looked hot. I led her over to where the stakes were.

"Spit out the balls." She squatted a bit, and plopped the ben wa balls into my hand. Both glistened in the moon light, covered in her juices. " I can see these did the job to keep you interested."

"Mff mffer. Mfey femt gommd."

I tugged down on her collar, and she followed down to the ground. I spun her around, and pushed her on her back. I wrapped rope around each of her wrists, knotting it off behind her hand and out of reach. I stretched each arm to its corresponding stake. I drove the stakes in down at an angle, and tied her off so her hands couldn't reach them. My thought was that she wouldn't be able to reach the stakes to pull them out of the relatively hard grass, nor use the rope as leverage to pull them out. Her legs got the same treatment, rope wrapped tight, and tied spread to each post down at the bottom. Finally, I knelt over her, and slid the vibrator on to a medium setting. She jumped a bit and pulled at the stakes, which to my pleasure held firm. I left her to struggle for a bit, while I went to the porch and poured myself a nice drink.

It was relaxing watching her struggle, naked and spread in the moonlight. Her body was gyrating against the ground, trying to work up a rhythm with the vibrator. Her mound was sparkling with her wetness. She pulled against her bonds in frustration, but the posts and rope held snug. I sat there in the chair for about a half hour, sipping my whiskey and watching her struggle. When my glass was emptied, I walked down to my lawn, and pulled the vibe from her pussy. I took a quick look around to make sure none of the neighbors were trying to peek, and dropped my clothes. Her wet cunt was glowing in the moonlight, guiding my throbbing cock to a nice warm landing. She moaned into her gag, which was still rather stifling as I slid into her open pussy. As I started to slide in and out, she pulled at her bonds, clearly not wanting to get fucked out in the open. Unfortunately, her restraints held tight, and I kept driving away. Eventually she gave into her restraint, and started to push against me as much as she could. We went at it for a little while, before she started to shake violently in her orgasm, pulling hard against the ropes which held her spread. Seeing her get off got me going as well, and soon I was pumping my load deep into her pussy. I finished off, and got up to go clean myself off, leaving her still bound and wet satked out in my yard. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, wiping down my cock. I figured a shower was in order for the both of us, so after I was clean I went to retrieve my slave.

I felt a bit guilty cheating on my fiancé, but at the same time I just craved something that she couldn't give. I walked back out to my slave, still firmly tied where I had left her. She was moaning and pulling at her restraints, I think a little worried that she was left. I grabbed the handcuffs, and walked into the grass. I untied her arms and legs, and helped her up, leaving her blindfold and gag in place. I quickly grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her and cuffing them tightly in place. I clipped on a leash, and led her into the house to get cleaned up. I removed her gag, and she started to stretch her jaw.

"Thank you Master, that was starting to hurt."

"You're welcome slave. Remember the rules, keep it up and it's going right back in."

"Yes Master." I removed the leather blindfold, as well as gently removing the tape holding her eyes shut. She squinted at the light as I tugged her into the shower. I flipped the cuffs in front, and let her wash my body. She gingerly rubbed me down, head to toe, before I told her to wash herself in the remainder of what little hot water was left. I got out and toweled off, while she hurriedly washed herself up. She got off, and I moved her cuffs behind her back yet again. I just loved Jill's young, toned body with her perky tits. I took the opportunity to towel my slave off, before attaching the leash yet again, and led her naked body to the master bedroom. It was late, I was tired, and it was time to sleep. My lady and I kept a large dog cage in our room, which housed our golden retriever when we left the house. For at least part of the night, it was going to house my slave. I cuffed her hands behind her back, around one of the posts of our four post bed.

"Stay."

I ran downstairs, grabbed four master locks, and a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I walked back upstairs, to see her pulling at her cuffs trying to find any slack. Of course, she was securely tied right where I left her. I unlocked both of her handcuffs, freeing her from the bed.

"Front and center slave, hands behind your head."

She walked in front of me like a good slave, legs spread wide, hands behind her head and chest out. I wrapped the leather ankle cuffs tightly around her ankles, securing them in place with small padlocks. I did the same thing with her hands, pulling them down in front of her and locking them together. I removed her collar, but grabbed a firm hold on her hair, and led her to the crate.

"Legs together." She closed her legs, and I padlocked them snug together just like her wrists. This is how she'd spend the night, at least part of it, locked in the cage. Maybe if I woke up in the middle of the night, I'd let her join me in the bed. I wanted her to experience being caged though, so she was starting off in the dog crate. I yanked her head close, and gave her a deep kiss goodnight.

"Master no, please, I want to sleep with you in the bed, please."

"No slave, you'll be spending the night where you belong in the cage like a proper slave, on your knees."

"Master, no, please no."

I grabbed her hair, and pulled down firmly lowering her to her knees. She resigned to her fate, and crawled in the cage. I slammed the door closed, locking it in place with the remaining two padlocks – one at the top, one at the bottom. She tried in vain to open the door, and put on her pout face.

"Good night Master."

"Good night slave, sleep tight."

I flipped out the lights, and crawled in bed. I heard the cage rattle a few times, as Jill tried to find a comfortable position to sleep. There was a small pillow the dog typically used, but that was it. Cold hard bars on the sides, and a hard plastic tray in the bottom. My buddy got himself a nice spot on some spare pillows at the side of the bed, further rubbing it in that Jill was lowest in the seniority of the house. I quickly fell asleep, and slept a happy sleep. I woke up around 3, and decided to take a piss. My slave was firmly restrained in her cage still, curled up in a ball with her head on the dogs pillow. I quietly walked to the cage, and rattled the door. She jumped awake, staring at me with a confused look on a cage while she remembered where she was, why she was cuffed, and looking through bars of a cage.

"Yes Master?"

"Would you like to finish the night in bed with me slave? You'll be chained firmly to the bed, more restrained than you are right now. "

"Yes Master, please?"

I unlocked the cage, and helped her up to her feet. I led her over to the bed, and told her to stay put. I unlocked her hands from in front of her, pulling them behind her back and re-securing them together. I pulled the blankets back, and helped her get in. She was still naked and collared, with her ankles firmly locked together and hands cuffed behind her back. I wanted her to feel more restrained, so I decided to chain her to the bed. I wanted to lock her collar to the bed post, but I was afraid she'd roll over and strangle herself, so I decided to lock her ankles instead. I opened the lock holding them together, and she started to pull her feet apart, thinking she was being freed. I quickly smacked her ass extremely hard, and she left them together. I locked a link of fine chain through the hasp, and relocked her ankles together. I wrapped the other end around one of the bed legs, locking it in place as well. Now, she not only couldn't walk, but couldn't hop more than 3 feet from the bed. I crawled back into bed, and went to sleep.

I woke up around 10, my slave still firmly chained next to me. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and told her to roll over. She groggily opened her eyes, tried to stretch, and panicked. She started to pull hard at her chains, until she remembered where she was, and why she was bound.

"Sorry Master, good morning Master."

"Morning slave. As you can see, I have morning wood. You're going to do something about that."

"Yes Master." She struggled and rolled into a position which left her head by my cock. She opened her mouth, and started to tease the tip with her tongue. Hand still firmly cuffed behind her and legs shackled, she was going to have to try pretty hard using only her mouth to make me cum. She slowly started to move up and down the length of my cock, sucking and taking me as deep as she could. I grabbed her thick long hair, guiding her head up and down my shaft as she built up steam. I took a couple of deep pumps, smacking my nuts against her chin. Surprisingly she took all of me without gagging, and I continued to use her face to my pleasure. After a few more minutes, I felt my orgasm building, and I let loose into her mouth. She was surprised, and did her best to swallow my whole load. I empted deep into her through, eventually finishing off. She pulled her head off of me, not realizing she had more work to do.

"Slave, my cock still has cum and spit on it. Lick it clean."

"Yes Master."

She licked my cock clean, and I decided it was time for a shower and breakfast. I didn't want my nice leather cuffs wrecked, so I removed all of her restraints. Like a good slave, soon as her legs were free she opened them nice and wide.

"Good slave."

Before unlocking her wrists, I cinched her elbows tight together , thrusting out those beautiful tits I enjoyed so much. I unlocked her wristcuffs, and replaced them with some tight rope to pin her hands together. I led her into the bathroom, and we hopped in the shower once again. This time I decided to wash her. I spun her around so her back was to me, and started to wash the front of her body. I paid particular attention to her tits. Like a good girl, she was spread wide, allowing me to play with her cunt as well. She took my cock in her hands, and started to gently stroke and play.

"Master, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes slave."

"Will you please fuck me at least one more time before you take me home. I want your cock in me again, it feels good to feel owned and have you in me."

"Of course I plan to fuck you again slave."

"Thank you Master. May I ask you one more question?"

"Sure slut."

"Why do you cheat on your fiancé with me and my mom?"

"I love my fiancé, but sexually we just don't have the same interests. You and your mom provide me with a fun way to explore my kinky side. I feel bad for doing it, but I crave it. Need it. Plus, your hot little ass looks amazing bound and gagged. I love watching you struggle and move in your restraints."

"Thank you Master. I hope I please you. I didn't know this side of me existed, but I love being helpless in your control, wondering what dirty thing you're going to do to me next, feeling enjoyed and appreciated by you. Even though you use me for your pleasure, I feel like you want me to enjoy myself too. Most guys don't care. They just want to get in my pants, and don't seem to give a shit if I want it, or would enjoy it."

"Ok, enough talk. Time to get out and get some dinner."

I turned off the shower when we were done getting cleaned up, and we both got out. I toweled her off, and replaced the ballgag deep between her teeth. Collar went back on with a leash, and I led my naked slave downstairs to make some dinner.

"Stay. I need to get some more restraints."

"Ymmff mffter." I ran upstairs to get the chain from the prior night, as well as a pair of handcuffs. I came back down, and released her hands from behind her back, replacing them in the handcuffs in front of her. I looped the chain around the cuffs, and through the d ring on the front of the collar. I left her enough room to be able to cook, showed her where the pancake mix was, and let her get to work. I jumped on the computer for a little while, periodically checking to make sure my bound little slut was working, and hadn't escaped any of her restraints. Truly, I just loved looking at her bound and gagged body move in her restraints.

She was working on making the pancakes, and about half way through mixing the batter when I decided she needed some torture. I grabbed a pair of nipple clamps out of the desk drawer, and went over to Jill. I made her stop what she was in the middle of, and turn to face me. I started to rub her right nipple, to which she smiled large around her ballgag. That grin quickly faded as I applied the first clamp. She started to try to pull away, but I just grabbed the chain holding her hands to her neck, and held her strong. I then took the chain, and wrapped it one time around that chain, and attached her other nipple within its grasp. I took a small padlock, and put it through one of the links in the cuff to neck chain, and linked it to the chain now joining her nipples. Any quick movements, or movements requiring her to stretch her arms far from her body would pull against her nipples, causing a relative amount of discomfort. She pulled at her restraints, clearly frustrated at her situation, but that only caused her more pain. She pouted around her ballgag, and went back to making our breakfast while I went back to the computer. About fifteen minutes later her naked body bounded into the room.

"MFfft if redy mffter."

"Good. Come." She walked behind me, following me into the kitchen.

"Serve them up on a plate for me slave."

"Yff mffter, wher are ymr platf?"

"Top cupboard next to the sink, bottom shelf." I said with a grin. She'd have to tug pretty hard at her tits to reach them. I was interested to see what she'd do. Of course, she went to the cupboard, and started to reach, stopping just short of a tug to her tits.

"MFffer, I fmt rechf."

"Sure you can slave. I'm not helping you and you better not stand on anything. You can reach them if you want to please your Master." I saw the hesitation in her eyes, wondering the best way to get the plates. She gently reached up, and put her hands down a couple of times. She tugged against the chains holding her hands together, pulled at her wrist cuffs, but obviously, nothing was coming off. Finally she sighed, and stretched up slowly but swiftly, opening the cupboards as quickly as possible and grabbing two plates. She came over to the counter and served up the pancakes on the plates. She put on the syrup, and brought them over to me at the table.

"Slave, you forgot to close the cupboard door. Go close it."

"MMPPHHH". She went over to the counter, and again stretched her nipples extremely far to close the door. She came back over to me at the table, pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the plate she prepared for herself. I got up, walked around her, and placed a blindfold over her eyes.

"Slaves don't eat until Master is done. Carefully get under the table. You'll find my cock is out. I want you to keep me hard, but don't make me cum till I tell you to." Jill slowly slid off the chair, carefully ducking under the table and crawled to my cock. I felt her hand able to reach me, and slowly started to stroke it. I wanted her to use her mouth, so I reached under and released her hands, flipping them behind her and locking them in place with a pair of metal handcuffs. I removed her gag by loosening it, and let it drape around her neck like a collar. "With your mouth slave, slowly. I don't wanna hear any chat outta you." I felt her lips pass over the head of my cock, and she slowly started to lick my shaft up and down. I continued to eat my breakfast, enjoying the head I was getting while doing so. Every now and again, I'd take a bit of syrup and drip it on my cock as a tease for her. She had to be hungry by now, but the first meal of the day was going to be my load going down her throat. When I was close to finishing my meal, I told her make me cum as quick as possible. Just as I finished, I felt my orgasm build up. I dropped my fork on my plate, now able to concentrate on the hot young woman between my legs. I grabbed her hair, forcing my cock deep down her throat for 4 or 5 thrusts, before holding it there and unloading in her face. When I was done, I let her come up for air. She choked a little, but managed to swallow most of it except the little that dripped out in the corner of her mouth.

"Clean me slave, then you can eat."

"Yes Master." She shined my cock up nice, and I guided her back to the table for her breakfast.


Part 5 (added: 05/09/2011)

When we finally were rolling in my driveway, it was about 8p. I had my slave until about 2:30 the next day, when we'd have to leave to get her home. I pulled the car in the attached garage, and closed the door before retrieving my cargo. I opened up the passenger door, and pulled down the collar on her sweater, exposing her bondage collar. I slid her panties over the vibe to keep it in place, and pulled her up out of the car, and closed the door. I grabbed the ring on the collar, and led her to the hood of the car, where I grabbed her right wrist, spun her around, and roughly bent her over the hood. I replaced her cuffs on her wrists behind her back, and led her into the kitchen.

"OK slave, I wasn't really prepared to bring you over, so let me grab a few restraints. I'll be right back."

Before I walked away, I led her over to a chair, and had her sit down. I locked her cuffs through the back of the chair, pinning her to the chair. I ran down quick to the basement to my hidden trunk of bondage toys, and pulled out a harness gag, pair of clover style nipple clamps, and a few hundred feet of rope. I went back upstairs to my slave, where she was sitting with her legs together. I removed her cuffs from the chair, and had her stand.

"Slut, your legs are together again."

"Sorry Master. You're taught your whole life to keep them together, it's hard to remember to do the opposite."

"That's not my problem. You'll be punished for that later. For now, time for your tour and better restraint." I removed her cuffs, closely followed by her top. Once her sweater was off, I cinched her wrists with multiple coils of rope, cinched in the middle. Next I grabbed another coil of rope, and pulled her elbows tight behind her back. She was a flexible girl, - I got them within inches of touching. This of course forced her to arch her back, thrusting her chest out further against the already restrictive corset.

"Master, that's tight."

"Does it hurt slave?"

"No Master."

"Then it's fine." I moved on to her chest, tying a few coils of rope above and below her breasts. I crossed it around her back and in between, leaving her in a chest harness holding her arms tight to her back. Next, I moved down to her legs.

"Close your legs slave." She did, and I tied her legs together tight above her knees. Next up was the gag.

"Open slave" Jill opened her mouth wide, and I shoved the ball from the harness deep in her mouth. Unlike the poorly applied ones you see all the time on the bondage videos online, I applied each strap one at a time, ensuring a tight fit. Now that she was properly bound, I grabbed the leash typically reserved for my dog, and clipped it on her collar, tugging her in tow.

"This slave as you're aware is the kitchen. Walking down the hall, here's the livingroom. Next, the bathroom. Odds are you'll probably have to ask me permission to go since you'll be tied. I expect that'll be a bit odd for you. Do you have to go now?"

"Actmmfy mff" came from the ball, rather muffled. I untied her knees, and led her over towards the toilet. I pulled off her skirt and panties, and then pulled out the vibe. Her panties and the vibrator were soaked with her juices by this point, which was of no concern to me. I pulled down on her leash till she sat on the toilet, and then waited. She kept looking at me, confused for a minute or two, before she started to struggle against her ropes holding her upper body pretty immobile and mmphing into her gag.

"Slave, you're going to pee, and you're going to do it now right in front of me. I'm not releasing you from your bondage every time you have to piss, so get used to it." After another minute or two of struggling she started to pee, head bowed in humiliation. When she was done I cleaned her up, and rebound her knees together. The knees tied gives the slave a great amount of movement, but yet, impedes them from running off, letting them feel even more controlled. I led her out to the kitchen, where I removed her chest ropes, and corset. I also removed her ballgag, and replaced the handcuffs in front of her.

"OK slave, time for your punishment for again not keeping your legs open to me. First up, put the short skirt back on." She slid into the skirt, and was standing there cuffed. I removed her handcuffs, and had her stand with her fingers interlocked behind her head. I slowly rubbed and licked her nipples to full attention, and then put the first clover clamp on her left tit.

"Shit Master that hurts! Please take it off!" Lucky for her, her hands remained behind her head, and her legs open. This girl deep down was a true submissive.

"No slave, you don't tell me what to do. Time for the other tit." She closed her eyes, but didn't move as the second clamp was applied. She took in a deep breath, wincing with discomfort.

"Ok slave, put on your hooded sweatshirt."

"Yes, Master". She gingerly eased her sweatshirt over what I could only assume was an aching pair of nipples. The clamps did look mean, and after all this was her first time in anything like that. Her outfit looked a bit odd, skirt and a sweatshirt, but I hoped no one would ask any questions. I grabbed Jills left hand, and tightly locked a cuff on it. I pulled her arm into the front pocket of the sweatshirt, and locked it to her other wrist, engaging the double lock.

"Put on your shoes slave". Jill slipped into her high heels, and stood in front of me, not yet helpless enough. To add to her ensemble, I ran downstairs and grabbed a roll of electrical tape. I also picked up my fiance's extra sunglasses that were sitting on our bar. I came back upstairs, and instructed my slave to close her eyes. I taped them both shut with a small x of electrical tape over them, and put the sunglasses on her. Looking at her, you'd never know I had a blind, cuffed submissive whose tits were being tortured under the hoodie. Last step was to reach up her skirt, and slide her panties aside. I popped in two ben wa balls I had laying around that my fiancé wasn't into, and slid her panties back in place. Since I wanted to punish her a bit more, I reached up the sweatshirt, and locked a good size padlock on the nipple clamp chain, letting it fall quickly, jerking her nipples. A yelp came out, but she was helpless to do anything about it.

"OK Slave, time for punishment number two for the day. Hopefully you'll learn to be an obedient slut from now on. We're going to simply go for a walk. Obviously since you can't see a damn thing, it'd be recommended to follow my lead, and make sure both your hands stay deep inside that hoodie pocket unless you want someone knowing how helpless you are. I think the nipple clamps with the weight and balls in your cunt will provide for a fun distraction. Ready?"

"Master, please no, please don't make me do this."

"Tough. I need some fresh air and exercise. Actually, there's no reason you can't be gagged too. I was going to have a nice conversation with you on the walk, but you're whining way too much. Don't go anywhere. " I ran downstairs and grabbed an old mini nerf basketball. It was just big enough to fill her mouth and force her to keep it closed to keep it hidden, but small enough that her jaw wouldn't get sore from keeping it compressed.

"Open slut".

"Master, no please, I'm sorry, plea..OWWWWW OK!" The quick pull to the nipple clamp chain got the point across that I wasn't in the mood to listen to her anymore, and wasn't playing around. She opened up wide, and I crammed the nerf ball in her mouth. It was an easy fit, and expanded nicely when I let go of it.

"Close, and I'd suggest keeping it closed unless you want people to ask questions."

I wrapped my arm around her waist and forced her out of the house. Halfway down the street, and I could see her discomfort in her face. If you looked close enough, you could see the lock on the nipple clamps swinging back and forth with each step. I kept my arm around her , and kept her moving forward at a good pace. Her knees were also trembling every know and again, from what I guessed to be the sensations from the two chunks of metal in her cunt. We took a nice stroll, quiet, peaceful. Well, almost. We strolled for about 20 minutes around the neighborhood, and were almost home, when my old neighbor 7 houses down the road decided to be friendly.

"HI Jimmy! Who's the lady?!"

"Hi Ms. Eldridge. This is a friend of mine from work – Jill." I could see her starting to get fidgety with her cuffed hands in her pocket, pulling. This was about to get interesting.

"Hi honey, nice to meet you." She extended her hand for a handshake. I could feel Jill shake.

"I'm sorry Ms. Eldridge. She's a blind mute, and coincidentally a germophobe. She means no disrespect."

"Oh sweetie. I'm so sorry. It's nice of young Jimmy here to take a walk with you. You kids have fun!"

"OK Ms. Eldridge. Nice to see you, have a good night."

After a few steps, I could see her still fidgeting with her cuffs in the hoodie.

"MMFPH?"

"Yes, we're almost home, you did fine." We walked the last few houses, and up the driveway back to my place. We had a nice privacy fence out back, and a small covered patio. I decided to strip her and keep her bound while I had a drink. It was dark, and odds are no one would see her. I reached in my pocket, and pulled out a cuff key. I released one hand, and she pulled the other out and extended it to me, expecting to be released. Instead I pulled her over to one of the supports which holds up the patio cover, and cuffed her to it behind her back. I went inside, and into my workshop in the basement to grab a bunch of rope, 4 scrap pieces of wood, and a hammer. I also snagged a leather blindfold, vibe, and a ballgag on my way back upstairs. I always wanted to fuck outdoors in my yard, but unfortunately my woman was too chicken to ever do it. I figured I may as well take the opportunity now.

I walked halfway out into the yard, and drove the 4 stakes spread into the ground in the shape of a large square. I walked over to Jill, and uncuffed her from the pole. I pulled her shoes off, and led her by her collar out onto the grass. I pulled the ball out of her mouth, and told her to strip.

"But Master, aren't I outside?" A quick slap to the face.

"Ow. Sorry Master, yes Master." With that, her skirt and panties came off, followed by her sweatshirt ever so gently. She was now standing naked in my yard, eyes taped shut, ben wa balls still in her pussy, nipples clamped with a lock swinging between them. "I feel so exposed."

"You'll feel more exposed in a minute." I handed her the ballgag and blindfold. "Blind and gag yourself slave, then put your hands behind your head. Make sure it's tight – you won't like it if you make me snug it up."

She opened her mouth, pulling the ball deep between her teeth. She swung her hair over her shoulder, and buckled the straps tight behind her head. I could see she was struggling to make it tight. She swung her hair back down, and put the blindfold over her still taped eyes. Finally, her hands went behind her head, back straight, breasts out, and legs spread. She looked hot. I led her over to where the stakes were.

"Spit out the balls." She squatted a bit, and plopped the ben wa balls into my hand. Both glistened in the moon light, covered in her juices. " I can see these did the job to keep you interested."

"Mff mffer. Mfey femt gommd."

I tugged down on her collar, and she followed down to the ground. I spun her around, and pushed her on her back. I wrapped rope around each of her wrists, knotting it off behind her hand and out of reach. I stretched each arm to its corresponding stake. I drove the stakes in down at an angle, and tied her off so her hands couldn't reach them. My thought was that she wouldn't be able to reach the stakes to pull them out of the relatively hard grass, nor use the rope as leverage to pull them out. Her legs got the same treatment, rope wrapped tight, and tied spread to each post down at the bottom. Finally, I knelt over her, and slid the vibrator on to a medium setting. She jumped a bit and pulled at the stakes, which to my pleasure held firm. I left her to struggle for a bit, while I went to the porch and poured myself a nice drink.

It was relaxing watching her struggle, naked and spread in the moonlight. Her body was gyrating against the ground, trying to work up a rhythm with the vibrator. Her mound was sparkling with her wetness. She pulled against her bonds in frustration, but the posts and rope held snug. I sat there in the chair for about a half hour, sipping my whiskey and watching her struggle. When my glass was emptied, I walked down to my lawn, and pulled the vibe from her pussy. I took a quick look around to make sure none of the neighbors were trying to peek, and dropped my clothes. Her wet cunt was glowing in the moonlight, guiding my throbbing cock to a nice warm landing. She moaned into her gag, which was still rather stifling as I slid into her open pussy. As I started to slide in and out, she pulled at her bonds, clearly not wanting to get fucked out in the open. Unfortunately, her restraints held tight, and I kept driving away. Eventually she gave into her restraint, and started to push against me as much as she could. We went at it for a little while, before she started to shake violently in her orgasm, pulling hard against the ropes which held her spread. Seeing her get off got me going as well, and soon I was pumping my load deep into her pussy. I finished off, and got up to go clean myself off, leaving her still bound and wet staked out in my yard. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, wiping down my cock. I figured a shower was in order for the both of us, so after I was clean I went to retrieve my slave.

I felt a bit guilty cheating on my fiancé, but at the same time I just craved something that she couldn't give. I walked back out to my slave, still firmly tied where I had left her. She was moaning and pulling at her restraints, I think a little worried that she was left. I grabbed the handcuffs, and walked into the grass. I untied her arms and legs, and helped her up, leaving her blindfold and gag in place. I quickly grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her and cuffing them tightly in place. I clipped on a leash, and led her into the house to get cleaned up. I removed her gag, and she started to stretch her jaw.

"Thank you Master, that was starting to hurt."

"You're welcome slave. Remember the rules, keep it up and it's going right back in."

"Yes Master." I removed the leather blindfold, as well as gently removing the tape holding her eyes shut. She squinted at the light as I tugged her into the shower. I flipped the cuffs in front, and let her wash my body. She gingerly rubbed me down, head to toe, before I told her to wash herself in the remainder of what little hot water was left. I got out and toweled off, while she hurriedly washed herself up. She got off, and I moved her cuffs behind her back yet again. I just loved Jill's young, toned body with her perky tits. I took the opportunity to towel my slave off, before attaching the leash yet again, and led her naked body to the master bedroom. It was late, I was tired, and it was time to sleep. My lady and I kept a large dog cage in our room, which housed our golden retriever when we left the house. For at least part of the night, it was going to house my slave. I cuffed her hands behind her back, around one of the posts of our four post bed.

"Stay."

I ran downstairs, grabbed four master locks, and a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I walked back upstairs, to see her pulling at her cuffs trying to find any slack. Of course, she was securely tied right where I left her. I unlocked both of her handcuffs, freeing her from the bed.

"Front and center slave, hands behind your head."

She walked in front of me like a good slave, legs spread wide, hands behind her head and chest out. I wrapped the leather ankle cuffs tightly around her ankles, securing them in place with small padlocks. I did the same thing with her hands, pulling them down in front of her and locking them together. I removed her collar, but grabbed a firm hold on her hair, and led her to the crate.

"Legs together." She closed her legs, and I padlocked them snug together just like her wrists. This is how she'd spend the night, at least part of it, locked in the cage. Maybe if I woke up in the middle of the night, I'd let her join me in the bed. I wanted her to experience being caged though, so she was starting off in the dog crate. I yanked her head close, and gave her a deep kiss goodnight.

"Master no, please, I want to sleep with you in the bed, please."

"No slave, you'll be spending the night where you belong in the cage like a proper slave, on your knees."

"Master, no, please no."

I grabbed her hair, and pulled down firmly lowering her to her knees. She resigned to her fate, and crawled in the cage. I slammed the door closed, locking it in place with the remaining two padlocks – one at the top, one at the bottom. She tried in vain to open the door, and put on her pout face.

"Good night Master."

"Good night slave, sleep tight."

I flipped out the lights, and crawled in bed. I heard the cage rattle a few times, as Jill tried to find a comfortable position to sleep. There was a small pillow the dog typically used, but that was it. Cold hard bars on the sides, and a hard plastic tray in the bottom. My buddy got himself a nice spot on some spare pillows at the side of the bed, further rubbing it in that Jill was lowest in the seniority of the house. I quickly fell asleep, and slept a happy sleep. I woke up around 3, and decided to take a piss. My slave was firmly restrained in her cage still, curled up in a ball with her head on the dogs pillow. I quietly walked to the cage, and rattled the door. She jumped awake, staring at me with a confused look on a cage while she remembered where she was, why she was cuffed, and looking through bars of a cage.

"Yes Master?"

"Would you like to finish the night in bed with me slave? You'll be chained firmly to the bed, more restrained than you are right now. "

"Yes Master, please?"

I unlocked the cage, and helped her up to her feet. I led her over to the bed, and told her to stay put. I unlocked her hands from in front of her, pulling them behind her back and re-securing them together. I pulled the blankets back, and helped her get in. She was still naked and collared, with her ankles firmly locked together and hands cuffed behind her back. I wanted her to feel more restrained, so I decided to chain her to the bed. I wanted to lock her collar to the bed post, but I was afraid she'd roll over and strangle herself, so I decided to lock her ankles instead. I opened the lock holding them together, and she started to pull her feet apart, thinking she was being freed. I quickly smacked her ass extremely hard, and she left them together. I locked a link of fine chain through the hasp, and relocked her ankles together. I wrapped the other end around one of the bed legs, locking it in place as well. Now, she not only couldn't walk, but couldn't hop more than 3 feet from the bed. I crawled back into bed, and went to sleep.

I woke up around 10, my slave still firmly chained next to me. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and told her to roll over. She groggily opened her eyes, tried to stretch, and panicked. She started to pull hard at her chains, until she remembered where she was, and why she was bound.

"Sorry Master, good morning Master."

"Morning slave. As you can see, I have morning wood. You're going to do something about that."

"Yes Master." She struggled and rolled into a position which left her head by my cock. She opened her mouth, and started to tease the tip with her tongue. Hand still firmly cuffed behind her and legs shackled, she was going to have to try pretty hard using only her mouth to make me cum. She slowly started to move up and down the length of my cock, sucking and taking me as deep as she could. I grabbed her thick long hair, guiding her head up and down my shaft as she built up steam. I took a couple of deep pumps, smacking my nuts against her chin. Surprisingly she took all of me without gagging, and I continued to use her face to my pleasure. After a few more minutes, I felt my orgasm building, and I let loose into her mouth. She was surprised, and did her best to swallow my whole load. I emptied deep into her through, eventually finishing off. She pulled her head off of me, not realizing she had more work to do.

"Slave, my cock still has cum and spit on it. Lick it clean."

"Yes Master."

She licked my cock clean, and I decided it was time for a shower and breakfast. I didn't want my nice leather cuffs wrecked, so I removed all of her restraints. Like a good slave, soon as her legs were free she opened them nice and wide.

"Good slave."

Before unlocking her wrists, I cinched her elbows tight together , thrusting out those beautiful tits I enjoyed so much. I unlocked her wristcuffs, and replaced them with some tight rope to pin her hands together. I led her into the bathroom, and we hopped in the shower once again. This time I decided to wash her. I spun her around so her back was to me, and started to wash the front of her body. I paid particular attention to her tits. Like a good girl, she was spread wide, allowing me to play with her cunt as well. She took my cock in her hands, and started to gently stroke and play.

"Master, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes slave."

"Will you please fuck me at least one more time before you take me home. I want your cock in me again, it feels good to feel owned and have you in me."

"Of course I plan to fuck you again slave."

"Thank you Master. May I ask you one more question?"

"Sure slut."

"Why do you cheat on your fiancé with me and my mom?"

"I love my fiancé, but sexually we just don't have the same interests. You and your mom provide me with a fun way to explore my kinky side. I feel bad for doing it, but I crave it. Need it. Plus, your hot little ass looks amazing bound and gagged. I love watching you struggle and move in your restraints."

"Thank you Master. I hope I please you. I didn't know this side of me existed, but I love being helpless in your control, wondering what dirty thing you're going to do to me next, feeling enjoyed and appreciated by you. Even though you use me for your pleasure, I feel like you want me to enjoy myself too. Most guys don't care. They just want to get in my pants, and don't seem to give a shit if I want it, or would enjoy it."

"Ok, enough talk. Time to get out and get some dinner."

I turned off the shower when we were done getting cleaned up, and we both got out. I toweled her off, and replaced the ballgag deep between her teeth. Collar went back on with a leash, and I led my naked slave downstairs to make some dinner.

"Stay. I need to get some more restraints."

"Ymmff mffter." I ran upstairs to get the chain from the prior night, as well as a pair of handcuffs. I came back down, and released her hands from behind her back, replacing them in the handcuffs in front of her. I looped the chain around the cuffs, and through the d ring on the front of the collar. I left her enough room to be able to cook, showed her where the pancake mix was, and let her get to work. I jumped on the computer for a little while, periodically checking to make sure my bound little slut was working, and hadn't escaped any of her restraints. Truly, I just loved looking at her bound and gagged body move in her restraints.

She was working on making the pancakes, and about half way through mixing the batter when I decided she needed some torture. I grabbed a pair of nipple clamps out of the desk drawer, and went over to Jill. I made her stop what she was in the middle of, and turn to face me. I started to rub her right nipple, to which she smiled large around her ballgag. That grin quickly faded as I applied the first clamp. She started to try to pull away, but I just grabbed the chain holding her hands to her neck, and held her strong. I then took the chain, and wrapped it one time around that chain, and attached her other nipple within its grasp. I took a small padlock, and put it through one of the links in the cuff to neck chain, and linked it to the chain now joining her nipples. Any quick movements, or movements requiring her to stretch her arms far from her body would pull against her nipples, causing a relative amount of discomfort. She pulled at her restraints, clearly frustrated at her situation, but that only caused her more pain. She pouted around her ballgag, and went back to making our breakfast while I went back to the computer. About fifteen minutes later her naked body bounded into the room.

"MFfft if redy mffter."

"Good. Come." She walked behind me, following me into the kitchen.

"Serve them up on a plate for me slave."

"Yff mffter, wher are ymr platf?"

"Top cupboard next to the sink, bottom shelf." I said with a grin. She'd have to tug pretty hard at her tits to reach them. I was interested to see what she'd do. Of course, she went to the cupboard, and started to reach, stopping just short of a tug to her tits.

"MFffer, I fmt rechf."

"Sure you can slave. I'm not helping you and you better not stand on anything. You can reach them if you want to please your Master." I saw the hesitation in her eyes, wondering the best way to get the plates. She gently reached up, and put her hands down a couple of times. She tugged against the chains holding her hands together, pulled at her wrist cuffs, but obviously, nothing was coming off. Finally she sighed, and stretched up slowly but swiftly, opening the cupboards as quickly as possible and grabbing two plates. She came over to the counter and served up the pancakes on the plates. She put on the syrup, and brought them over to me at the table.

"Slave, you forgot to close the cupboard door. Go close it."

"MMPPHHH". She went over to the counter, and again stretched her nipples extremely far to close the door. She came back over to me at the table, pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the plate she prepared for herself. I got up, walked around her, and placed a blindfold over her eyes.

"Slaves don't eat until Master is done. Carefully get under the table. You'll find my cock is out. I want you to keep me hard, but don't make me cum till I tell you to." Jill slowly slid off the chair, carefully ducking under the table and crawled to my cock. I felt her hand able to reach me, and slowly started to stroke it. I wanted her to use her mouth, so I reached under and released her hands, flipping them behind her and locking them in place with a pair of metal handcuffs. I removed her gag by loosening it, and let it drape around her neck like a collar. "With your mouth slave, slowly. I don't wanna hear any chat outta you." I felt her lips pass over the head of my cock, and she slowly started to lick my shaft up and down. I continued to eat my breakfast, enjoying the head I was getting while doing so. Every now and again, I'd take a bit of syrup and drip it on my cock as a tease for her. She had to be hungry by now, but the first meal of the day was going to be my load going down her throat. When I was close to finishing my meal, I told her make me cum as quick as possible. Just as I finished, I felt my orgasm build up. I dropped my fork on my plate, now able to concentrate on the hot young woman between my legs. I grabbed her hair, forcing my cock deep down her throat for 4 or 5 thrusts, before holding it there and unloading in her face. When I was done, I let her come up for air. She choked a little, but managed to swallow most of it except the little that dripped out in the corner of her mouth. "Clean me slave, then you can eat."

"Yes Master." She shined my cock up nice, and I guided her back to the table for her breakfast.


Part 6 (added: 09/06/2011)

I removed her blindfold, as well as the cuffs behind her back. I replaced them in front of her, with a short amount of chain between them. Her nipple clamps stayed, just not attached to anything.

"Stay".

I grabbed the dogs dish, and rinsed it out in the sink. I tossed her pancakes in it, with a little bit of syrup, and plopped it on the floor next to the table.

"Bitches eat out of dog bowls. I left some slack in your chains to allow you to brace yourself. Use them to touch food, and they go behind your back."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." Humiliated to be eating out of a dog bowl on the floor, she started to lap up the food in the bowl. She eventually finished, face a mess with sticky syrup. I grabbed a wet paper towel, and wiped my slave down.

"Time to play with you a bit more, then I gotta take you home." I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with her, but I did know her pussy was on my agenda. I wanted to watch her struggle a bit, thought maybe I may eat her pussy out, then finish her off by fucking the hell outta her cunt. I devised a small game to watch her struggle. I grabbed an old pair of cheap Fury handcuffs I had, a lockable ballgag, a lockbox and its key, a padlock, and a set of S&W leg irons I had. I pulled Jill to one end of my upstairs hallway, and cuffed her hands tight behind her back. Next up was her ankles cuffed with the ankle shackles, the length of which I shortened with a small padlock. Next up was the second padlock, placing her in a hogcuff at the end of the hall. Finally, a tight ballallgag, which was locked firmly in place.

"OK Jill. I wanted to watch your sexy body squirm around my house one last time. You'll see at the end of the hall on the floor is a key. That key will undo your hogcuff. Once you're free of that, you'll have to make your way down to the basement. Due to the short chain, you'll have to sit step by step down the stairs, all the way to the basement where the key is for your leg irons. Once they're released, you'll need to come back upstairs to the ground floor, and use the stepladder to reach the handcuff key on top of the credenza. You'll note you can't take a shortcut to that, because the chain on your legs is too short to go step by step. Next to the handcuff key will be the key to a lockbox which will be next to me. In the lockbox is the key to your gag. Have fun!"

"MMPH!" I sat there and watched her bound body roll end over end to get the key to her cuffs. She had to be careful not to roll on her wrists and injure them. She finally made it to the end of the hall, rather short of breath, and struggled to reach around and find the key. She found it after a few minutes and released herself from the hogcuff. After a little bit of stretching, it was a shuffle to the stairs. She stood at the end of them, but realizing she couldn't go step by step because the chain was made short by the lock, had to sit back down and go step by step. This was a great view for me, as her tits bounced extremely nice on the way down. Once she finally made it to the basement, she hopped her way across the floor, tits swinging everywhere to pick up the pace to the next key. She finally made her way to the key, and slowly lowered herself to the floor. After fumbling around for a minute behind her back, she found the key to her ankle restraints and freed them from her ankles. She then quickly sprinted back up to the ground floor, and made her way up the short ladder to get her handcuff key. I stood there to catch her if she fell. She carefully maneuvered around on the ladder so she could reach back with her hands cuffed behind her, and retrieve the key to the handcuffs. She stayed where she was, and removed her handcuffs from behind her back. I went and took a seat on the couch, and she walked her way over to me. She knelt at my feet with her legs spread, and to my surprise put the keys to her handcuffs and the lockbox on my lap, and cuffed herself again behind her back. She bent forward, put her mouth to my foot, and then leaned back and looked at me.

"I'm impressed slave, and very happy. I think you deserve a reward." I put a leash on her again, and led her upstairs to the master bedroom. I led her over to the bed facing it, and tied her legs firmly spread to the opposite sides at the end. Up next was a set of nipple clamps. I held them in front of her to look at for a minute. She shook her head no, giving me her best puppy eyes, but they went on anyway. I listened to her take in a large gasp of air around her ballgag as the first was put on, then the second. I looped a rope round her handcuffs, and tossed it over the small bar at the top of the bed. I gently pulled on the rope, bending her over the end of the bed in half. I pulled it down in front of her, and tied it off to the chain connecting her nipple clamps. She was now pretty secure, still gagged bent in half over the end of my bed. I wanted to eat her pussy out, but we were running short on time, so I opted to get myself some pleasure one last time. I dropped my pants, and walked up behind her. She was already soaked, and I was able to slide in with ease. Forgetting for a second about her predicament, she started to straighten out, which relayed to a tug to her nipples. She quickly bent forward again, and I grabbed a hold of her waist for leverage. I slowly started to pump into her, as she bounced in front of me. To a small degree, every thrust moving her body, in turn sending small tugs to her nipples. As my rhythm sped up, so did her moans, pulling at her restraints, her nipples now bouncing up and down as she pulled at her restraints. I finally built up to a large finish, exploding deep in her. She arched her back and straightened up, pulling her tits hard, screaming into her ballgag. I felt her pussy tighten on my cock, and exploded into her moments after her orgasm started. We both shook in ecstasy, her tightly bound and me pumping away for what felt like forever. When I was finally done, she slumped over the bed, and I removed all of her restraints. I had a special present for her to remind her of the event.

"Jill, I have a special surprise for you. This collar is high quality, polished stainless steel with an o ring fastened to the front. Once its locked on, it can't be removed except to cut it, which would be rather risky around a neck. I'd like for you to wear it. The keys to it are in this envelope with no address on it. It does have a return address of your house, addressed to your mother. My thought was to lock it on you, and make you wear it until the key shows up, which could take a quantity of time. I know we're close to the end of the school year, but you'd have a hard time hiding it. What do you think?"

"Master I love it. I'll either hide it, or just make something up like I'm wearing it on a dare. I only have a few exams and a week of class left. Please lock it on." With that she knelt at my feet, legs spread like a good slave and lifted her hair. I reach around from behind her, and placed the collar on her neck, locking it in place.

"Thank you Master. I'm proud to wear your collar. It almost looks like a necklace it's so beautiful. If I leave my hair down no one should see the lock holding it in place, and I think it would pass."

"Good slave, I'm glad you like it. Start thinking about what you're going to say to your dad about it because your mom wanted you home to say bye before he has to leave again. Lets get cleaned up- I gotta get you home soon. I'll leave it up to you, do you wanna shower free or be cuffed up?"

"A proper slave should be chained for their Master correct? Please keep me secured Master." I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and locked her hands snug behind her back, and led her into the shower. First up was my wash.

"Slave, wash me good. Soap me up, but take shower water into your mouth, and sensually rinse me with it."

"Yes Master." With that she went at it, hands tightly cuffed behind her. She soaped up the wash cloth, and backed up against me, bending over to reach high and putting her pussy again at my cock. I was tempted to take her again, but we really didn't have the time for it. She lathered me ever so sexily, then walked into the shower stream taking a big mouthful. She slowly washed the soap down my body. She got in her knees, rinsing my cock in the same manner, but taking it into her mouth after getting all the soap off. She slowly started to bob up and down it, bringing me to an erection again. I figured I'd let her go, and she slowly started to build up steam. Within a few minutes I exploded deep into her mouth, grabbing the ring on the front of her collar and pumping deep into her throat, forcing her to take it all down.

"Good slave. That was a nice touch. Stand up so I can scrub you down and get you home." She stood, and I quickly rubbed down her body, playing special attention to her tits. She grabbed at my cock and balls when she could, despite having her hands cuffed behind her back. I finished up cleaning her up, and we got out. I toweled her off, and removed her cuffs.

"Unfortunately time to go slave. Get dressed. Short skirt, bra, shirt. No panties."

"Yes Master." I watched her tuck that sexy body into her clothes, and we jumped in the car.

"I don't want too bad of cuff marks on your body when I take you home and have your daddy question where you've been. I'll have to be satisfied with your submission. My car is out in the street. Are you all packed with whatever you brought?"

"Yes Master."

"Good girl. Go kneel by the door with your stuff, I'll be there in a minute." I wanted to take her out on a leash, but didn't want my nosey neighbors saying anything to my wife. I put my shoes on, grabbed my keys, and headed to the front door, where my slave was patiently waiting on her knees, legs spread and available, hands resting on her legs.

"Good girl. Stand up, hands behind your back." She did as she was told. I opened the door and headed out to the car. Like a good slave, she followed behind, hands behind her back. I opened the door for her to get in, and closed it behind her. I hopped in and gave one last set of instructions.

"Knees spread slave, why are they together?"

"Sorry Master."

"Hike up your skirt, and tuck it in the waist band . Hands behind the headrest, and stay like that until I give you permission to move."

"Yes Master."

My SUV rode pretty high off the ground, it was unlikely any cars would see her. Other SUV's and trucks may get a quick glimpse, but that's what I wanted. With her legs spread and being obedient with her hands behind the headrest, she couldn't hide herself from anyone peeking in the window. We started to drive, and at the first red light a tractor trailer pulled next to us. I rolled down the window to eliminate any glare. A few seconds later, I hear from the truck: "Hey, nice view."

"Slave, what do you say to the man."

"Thank you Sir, I'm glad you enjoy it."

Jill's face was bright red. The light turned green, and we kept on headed home. One or two passenger trucks passed and beeped their horn, but she kept her composure with her legs spread and hands behind her head. I pulled on to her street, and stopped a few houses down the road.

"Thanks for the opportunity to keep you for the over night. I had a great time. I'm going to let you out here so your dad doesn't question too much hopefully what happened or where you were. I'm going to put the envelope with the key in the mailbox on the way home. Last chance to back out."

"No Master. I want to wear your collar. Thank you for the present and the good time. I had fun serving you. Hopefully we can do it again soon."

With that she leaned over, gave me a kiss, and hopped out, pulling her skirt down as she left the car. I watched her walk home, ensuring she got in safe. I headed off home, placing the envelope in the mail. What I didn't tell Jill is that I had a duplicate key at home that I would give to her mom after a month or so if it didn't show up in the mail. I went home, played some video games, and eventually crashed for the night.

The next morning I got outta bed, and went to work as usual. My fiancé would be home later that day when I got home from work. I did a quick lap of the house, and made sure that I didn't leave any leftovers from the previous day or so for her to discover what I'd done.

That day at work, I got an email from Carol when she got in.

"You there?"

"Yea, what's up."

"Got a few to talk – meet me outside?"

"Sure."

I walked outside, to find Carol sitting on a bench.

"You guys have fun with your overnight?"

"Yea we did. Your daughter is really into submitting. She makes the perfect slave – she'll make some guy really happy one day."

"My husband had a hard time with that collar you locked on her. We had to try and get him off the subject for about a half hour before he dropped it. Do you have the key so I can get it off of her?"

"The key is in the mail. You should get it in a week or two. I asked her if she wanted it – she didn't have to take it. The choice was hers. I have a backup key I'll give you if the key doesn't show up within three weeks. Otherwise, that collar is a part of her."

"That's going to cause problems with my husband if he gets home in two weeks and the collar isn't off yet."

"Sorry. I'm the Master, you two will have to figure it out. When it comes, I hope you teach her a lesson and chain her up every now and again when your husband is gone."

"She's getting punished for making that decision now. I have her chained up in the bathroom by that collar while I'm at work today, and probably for the next few. The chain is locked around the toilet and locked off to her collar. She can pee, has water outta the sink, but that's about it. It'll give her time to think. When I get home I plan to gag and hogtie her for an hour or two as punishment."

"Mean, but hot. I can only imagine how much fun it is."

"It was a bit odd at first tying up my daughter, but she needs it, and enjoys it. I'm actually having a party this weekend, and am debating keeping her restrained in a closet upstairs while we have fun downstairs."

"Wish I could be a part of that – my fiancé gets home tonight so I'm probably out for fun like that for a while." Little did I know, I'd be an unwilling participant for a while. The workday ended, and I went home to find my fiancé waiting for me at the kitchen table.

"Hi honey, did you have fun while I was gone?"

"Yea, I just hung out around the house, took the dog for a walk. How was your retreat?"

"Good, kinda boring. A couple of girls got tanked; it was fun watching them stumble around like a couple of idiots. I think I'm going to take Buster for a walk. Wanna come too?"

"No, I'm going to stay home and play some PS3. You two have fun."

"K. See ya soon." With that her and the dog went bounding out of the house rather excited. I settled down to continue my reign of terror at GT5, not realizing that this would be the end of my freedom for some time to come. About 45 minutes went by, and my fiancé came home with my wonderful dog, looking rather pissed.

"So what did you really do while I was gone?"

Shit. This didn't sound good. "What do you mean? I told you what I did. Cleaned, hung out with the dog, played some games. Why?"

"Well, I ran into Ms. Eldridge down the road. Said she met your nice friend, but didn't get her name, that she was mute. Care to rework that story?"

Crap. I was caught, and I knew it. The interaction with Ms. Eldridge was so odd; I had nowhere to even go with it. I wasn't sure really how far to explain it, but I knew a lie was out of the question.

"Well, honestly – here it is. I was in the lunch room the other day finishing up, and overheard a coworker mentioning that her husband was into some kinky things, but she was afraid to try it with him. One thing led to another, and we started chatting. She asked me if I'd tie her up, so she could try it out without embarrassing her husband, so I said yes. She came over, I tied her up. We went for a walk with her still discretely tied, and ran into Ms. Eldridge. Nothing sexual happened, her clothes stayed on." I knew this was only partially true; my only hope was that she'd buy it.

"That's bullshit, and you know it. I'm not sure if any of it was true, but I highly doubt you got your hands on a helpless woman and didn't do any fondling, fucking, or anything else for the matter. I'm half tempted to leave you."

"No, please don't – you gotta believe me. I love you, I'd do anything for you and you know it. You know I'm a kinky bastard, so when she presented the chance to practice my restraint work, I just couldn't pass it up. Please honey don't leave me, what can I do?"

"I dunno, I gotta think about it. I want your ass chained up here while I go for a drive to think. Get upstairs, get naked, and hurry the fuck up."

Seeing as how I wanted to keep my engagement, I ran upstairs and quickly stripped. I saw Heather coming up the stairs moments later behind me.

"I found this in your closet a while ago grabbing some laundry. I took it so you wouldn't get any dumb ideas to try it on me. Now you'll be putting it on yourself." She was referring to the anal hook with the large ball head to it. I ordered it a few years prior, but never got to use it. Wasn't looking forward to using it on myself either – that's definitely not why I bought it. Seeing as I had no other choice, I looked to Heather.

"Do I at least get some lube?"

"No. If you want it lubed, use your natural juice. And from now on, refer to me as Mistress, because if we're going to stay together, at least for the short term, you're going to be my bitch."

"Yes Mistress." I needed some kind of lube on the thing, so I sucked on the ball of the hook for a good minute, before reaching behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. I gently pushed the ball into my asshole, relaxing and sliding it into place. This wasn't the first time I had something foreign in my ass, but I still didn't like it, and it rarely happened. I seated the hook comfortably, although I was sure it was going to get real uncomfortable real quick.

"Cuff your hands in front of you, tight." She handed me a pair of metal cuffs, and I ratcheted them on snug. She attached a piece of rope to them, and pulled me over to the end of the bed. My legs were spread, and tied to each leg of the bed, spreading me wide. Unfortunately, my cock was hard as a rock, waving in front of my fiance's face while she was tying me. As she was standing up, it got a hard slap. I didn't make a sound, as I knew it would only get me in more trouble. The rope attached to my cuffed hands was tossed over the small pole connecting the two posts of my four poster bed that my feet were now firmly secured to, and pulled around behind me where I couldn't see. Heather got on the bed, and pulled the rope snug, pulling my hands tight over my head. I felt a jiggle in my ass, then the plug burrowing further in my nether region. Shortly after, I had a big rubber cock presented to my lips. I opened my mouth without complaint, and the penis gag was pulled extremely tight in my mouth. Finally Heather walked in front of me, and tied a short rope tightly around my balls. She held one of her 5 lb workout weights in front of my eyes, quickly tying it off to the ball rope. I shook my head no, pleading with my eyes to no avail. She let the rope drop, firmly yanking my balls. I tried to lower myself to prevent the pain that ensued, forgetting my outstretched arms were connected to my impaled asshole. What I ended up with was pain to the balls , ass, and wrists, and a smile on her face.

"I need time to think, if you're lucky I'll come back and release you tonight. Have fun."

I had no clue how long I was going to be here, but I resigned to settle in for the long haul. This was going to get uncomfortable pretty fast, but unfortunately there wasn't anything I could do about it either. Struggling was hopeless – I was locked in handcuffs, and I knew she tied the knot tight to my asshook. Any struggling was only going to get me pain. I took a look at my feet – they were firmly cinched off, and judging by how stretched my ballsack looked, there was no shaking that weight off either. I tried to get comfortable as I could and wait. The clock in front of me read 7pm when she left. A half an hour went by, and my balls and wrists were aching. My erection was long gone, and I just wanted to be freed. I was moving between trying to keep the rope to my ass relaxed, so that my ass wouldn't be too painfully impaled, and resting my sore arms. Another hour and a half went by, before I finally heard a car in the driveway. I heard the door open and close, and a happy greeting for our dog, most likely sitting by the door awaiting her return. I heard her heels clicking up the hardwood stairs, as she made her way into the room.

"I thought long and hard, for quite a while. I honestly want to leave you. I really do. I know you're lying to me, and I know you cheated on me. For some odd reason though I care about you still, and don't want to leave. I know that I should, but we've been together for so long. I'm shocked and hurt that you could have done this. Answer me honestly, did you cheat?"

She knew I did, no point in continuing to lie. I started to tear up, nodding in shame.

"Mff Mifftreff."

"Do you love her?"

"No Mifftreff."

"Do you still love me?"

"MFf Mifftreff."

"Then why the hell did you do it?" She reached around behind me, and removed my gag, letting it drape around my neck. I explained the situation, that I just needed a kinky outlet, and that Carol and her daughter Jill provided that. There was no feeling, no love, just lust and a kinky common bond. I didn't get into all the details with her, but I think she may have kind of understood why I did what I did, and to a degree what exactly that was.

"I can't trust you at all, and I can't be with a man I can't trust. If we stay together, it's going to take a while to build that trust back. Do you want to be with me, or do you want to leave?"

"No Mistress, I want to stay with you. I love what we have together on a personal level, and the relational level, I really just wanted more kink."

"Well you're going to get it. If you want to stay with me, you're mine. You're under lock and key whenever you're with me, and even when you're not. Are you willing to try to patch things, or should I give my ring back, pack up my stuff and leave?"

"Please give me another chance."

"Fine. Until I tell you otherwise, you're my slave, my slut. You will be locked up consistently, and under my direct supervision as much as possible. IF we're still going to get married, the first thing you're going to do is sign this prenump, declaring the house along with everything in it, dog, and half the bank account are mine in a split. I had suspicions a few weeks ago, and had the papers drawn up in case they were accurate." She untied my hands from over my head, replacing the rope around the support bar and leaving my hands cuffed. My impaled ass and tied legs kept me immobile, but my hands free to sign the papers. I wanted to stay with her, and didn't see much choice, so I signed.

"Next up, we need to go for a drive. I called in a few favors, so let's get you ready for a shopping trip." She unlocked my hands, and untied my hook and legs. I gingerly pulled the anal hook out at her direction, and started to get dressed.

"You're not allowed underwear anymore slave. You lost that right when they were on someone else's floor. I own them all now, and you're not allowed to use them. Ever."

"Yes Mistress." I put on the shirt and jeans she picked, along with some socks and shoes. My hands were promptly cuffed behind my back again rather snug, and double locked. She placed a collar on my neck, which was the dogs old dog collar. A pair of ankle shackles went on next, followed by a wide leather panel ballgag. I was leashed, and led out to the attached garage and placed in the back seat of her SUV. Luckily the windows were tinted fairly dark, and it was night time. She crawled in next to me on the other side, and put a leather blindfold on me before hopping out and getting in the passenger seat. I heard the garage door open, and we were off to who knows where.

After about a twenty minute drive, the car came to a slow stop. My door opened and my seatbelt was removed, replaced with a sharp tug on the collar. I had no choice but to follow the tug. I walked a couple of feet into some kind of building. When we stopped walking, my collar was pulled taught by the leash to something above me. I felt my handcuffs being removed, and my shirt lifted up. I raised my hands and it was pulled off over me. My arms were then grabbed by two different sets of hands, and leather cuffs applied. I could tell chain was locked on by the click of the padlock, and my arms were pulled apart and locked outstretched to my sides. My leash was momentarily released in order to take my shirt off, and promptly reattached. I couldn't imagine my wife would be willing to share me with someone, so I was a bit worried as to what may be going on. My pants were undone, removed, and my ankles spread the same as my wrists with leather and chain. I was now naked in an unfamiliar place, arms and legs held stretched away from my body leaving me rather exposed, still tightly gagged and blindfolded.

After a few minutes my blindfold was removed, and I could take in my surroundings. I was standing in the middle of a room that appeared to be a cross between a dungeon and store, of course speadeagle and naked. My arms and legs were chained off with long chains to opposing walls. Heather was sitting in a chair directly in front of me, with a chilling grin on her face. Behind her were what appeared to be racks upon racks of various bondage implements – collars, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, hoods. You name it, it was hanging there. To my left was a St. Andrews cross, chains and cuffs hanging down from it. To my right, a small steel cage, with a woman being led out of it by another woman. The woman leaving the cage was completely naked. She had a leather ballgag harness locked on her face, below which was a 4 inch posture collar wrapped tightly around her neck. Her wrists were locked in front of her, with a pair of leather and metal bondage cuffs joined by about 3 feet of chain. The same was the case for her ankles, limiting her mobility. Leading her out of the cage on a leash was another woman, dressed in a tight leather corset which barely covered her overflowing breasts. She had on tight leather pants as well, topped off with boots that had to have heels at least 5 inches long.

"Hello slut. My name is Mistress Sherry, and this is my slave. Your Mistress Heather tells me that you've been naughty, and need to be better behaved. We're going to pick out some toys to keep you in check that I've custom made just for you. Do you object and want to walk home, naked and shackled never to see your Mistress again, or do you submit to the restraints you are about to receive?" Wow – this chick was intense. I had no clue what Heather had cooked up, but this bitch seemed to be out of her gourd. If I opted to leave, there was no doubt in my mind I'd be left chained and naked to fend for myself, and I'd never see Heather again. With the prenump signed, I'd never see my dog, house, or half my possessions either. At the same time, I did want to be with her, but this chick in front of me scared the shit outta me. I didn't see too many options, so I looked her in the eyes, lowered mine and let my head sag.

"Good. Mistress asked me to outfit you with a few things to keep you under control. First thing, is this nice collar." She held up what appeared to be a piece of steel rope, with a small o-ring welded to the front. It was about 4 inches thick, and had no visible way to join it in the back. She held it around my neck closed in the back, and with the assistance of her slave, appeared to measure down the length until it was just small enough that it couldn't be slipped over my head. They cut the rope to length with what looked to be a metal cut off wheel, and came over to me with the collar. I couldn't see what was going on behind me, but the Mistress and her slave disappeared, and I felt some pulling on my neck by the rope. Some grunts and a loud click later, and they reappeared in front of me.

"The collar you had seen as you can tell is now a part of you. What you couldn't see is us crimping, and quickly welding the ends behind your neck. It will hang low enough that it shouldn't be seen under proper shirts, but it is permanently secured on your neck, and can only be removed by an industrial strength steel cutter. Mistress was kind enough to request it long enough to hide under your work shirts instead of making it the proper choker shortness. What do you say to your Mistress?"

"MFff you MFftrgg" from behind my gag.

"Next for some fun. My slave here is a licensed and trained piercer. I'd highly suggest not moving while she works her magic. Wouldn't want any accidents."

Piercer! Accidents! I started to pull at my restraints, but they held firm. Then again, I'm not sure in hind sight where I would go naked and collared as I was. The slave came over to me, and first grabbed my right nipple, and applied some kind of gel. A quick wipe later, and the little bit of hair I had in the area was gone. She held in her hand a decent sized ring, and a big needle. She grabbed my nipple pulling it away from my body, and passed the needle through. I winced in pain, moaning loudly into my gag, but staying extremely still. She then passed through one open end of the ring, closing it shut and tightening closed with a small screw and an odd looking bit. The same was done to my right nipple, again with extreme pain. Both Heather and the Mistress of this odd shop were grinning ear to ear, watching me get my nipples pierced.

"The slave is closing the rings off with a small jewelers screw that has a special head, patented by me. Only I hold the bit to this screw, and will only remove them from licensed individuals such as your Mistress Heather. What that means to you is that those rings , much like your collar, are a permanent part of you, and cannot be removed without her permission. Time for the last little tidbit. Slave, please continue."

At that command, the slave dropped to her knees and reached for my cock. I instinctively tried to pull away, but there was no where I could go to. Not to mention, she had quickly grabbed a firm grasp to my scrotum, and held me tight by my balls. First up was a piercing through the front of my ball sack. Not pleasant, but not nearly as painful as my new nipple piercings. However, I wasn't prepared for what came next. She pulled out a larger gauge needle, and proceeded to stick it through the tip of my penis, giving me what I came to know as a prince albert piercing.

"Since you seem to only think with your sex organs, you will be controlled by them." Heather said. "I now will be able to firmly control you anywhere I need to, by your cock, nipples, and balls. But we're not done."

A ring was passed through my cock, and also screwed into place. I was then informed that due to the placing of this type of piercing, standing to piss would no longer be an option unless I wanted it all over me. I was now forced to sit like the bitch that I was to relieve myself. I didn't think this could get any worse, but it did.

I saw the Mistress get down in front of me, and reach up to my balls. She put her hands snug above them, and firmly stretched them down away from my body. I felt a metal band wrapped around them, and jiggling of what I presumed to be her trademarked screw. I didn't get any information on what happened to my poor balls, but would shortly find out.

I was approached with a small plastic tube by Heather and the store Mistress. The store Mistress showed Heather how to slip the tube over my cock, and then place a small brass padlock between the ring in the end, and a small hole in the end of the tube. The store Mistress instructed that when my piercing was healed, she could bring me back to have it removed, and replaced with just the lock.

Next up was a leather lined metal belt that went around my waist, with a plate in front and two chains behind. The belt was form fitted, and a post went through and connected the two parts of the belt. The front plate was pulled up between my legs, and I started to realize what was going on. I didn't care for it, but there wasn't anything I could do about it either. The plate was pulled forward, and the tube with my cock locked was clipped to the inside of the plate before that too was put over the post. A lock was then applied and held it all together. My cock and balls were now firmly locked out of my reach, and I had a feeling that I wouldn't get access to them any time in the near future. The women then disappeared behind me.

"This plate can be clipped on here and locked like so. That way, you can keep the slut filled, but let him shit without too much of a mess." I felt a hand just behind where my balls were secured, and a lock being clicked onto the end of the front plate. I felt then a small chain being pulled behind me, and pressure at my asshole. I struggled against my bonds to no avail, and my ass was invaded by a cold, steel buttplug. I felt the chain pulled up tight behind me, and heard a click locking it in place to the waist band. Final piece of restraint was a short chain, locked snug between my newly pierced nipple clamps with two small brass master locks. A third was added in the middle as torture, which burned into my newly pierced nipples. At this point the slave was led back into her cage by her Mistress, and locked in. Both the store Mistress and Heather came over to me.

"Slave, we're going to unlock your hands so that you can put your shirt over them, and then replace your cuffs behind your back. Do not struggle or you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Mff" from my gag. I intended to try to get the best of these two nut jobs, maybe get the key and get myself out of here. I thought when Heather said I had to submit to her she'd keep me tied around the house for a little while, not permanently pierced and locked in a chastity belt. The women first removed my leash, and slipped my shirt over my head before replacing the leash to the collar and holding me standing to the ceiling. Then, my arms were released – one by each woman. This is where I made my mistake. I firmly pulled my hands away from them, and managed to get away. What I didn't think through is how I'd unlock my ankles from the wall without the keys near by. Before I could even try to move, a sharp and painful blow was felt to my balls and inside my ass. My knees buckled, before the pain was let go. My hands were grabbed, forced into the shirt, and firmly locked behind me.

"That was dumb slave. Anytime you attempt to defy your Mistress, you will be brought to your knees like the slut you are. Your balls, ass, and cock now belong to her. As you can figure out, your balls can't be freed of the shock ring without being unlocked from their chastity prison. Your Mistress has the key locked away in a vault with me, which allows her 24x7 access to the key, but keeps it far out of the realm of your reach even if you did manage to get to it. The plug and ring can give pleasure as well as pain. I doubt you'll see the pleasure end of them anytime soon."

With that, I was brought to stand again, and a leather arm binder slid up my arms, pulled tight and forcing my elbows to touch. A leather hood was pulled over my head, blocking out all light. I felt my legs released, and my jeans being reapplied. My ankles were soon shackled together, and I was left harnessed to the ceiling. After a few minutes, I felt a tug at my leash and promptly hobbled right behind. I heard a door open through my darkness, and was shoved into a car. Heather started to talk to me in my dark, muffled prison on the way home.

"I almost feel bad doing that to you, but at the same time I don't. You caused me a lot of pain these last few days, and I deserve to be treated better. I feel like I should be able to return that pain as well." With that, a tingle in my asshole was firing up, followed by random sharp shocks to my balls. "You're mine now, so you better get used to it. I can set the electroshock attachments to whatever interval and intensity I desire. If you ever hope to be able to touch your cock and balls again, or go without your ass invaded, you better be on your best behavior for the next year or two."

Next year or two!?

"While you're not in the house, you'll be able to dress and go to work. No underwear- but then again you won't need any – you have your metal underwear. At home, you're going to be naked and bound unless we have family or I permit you to have your friends over. If my friends are over, you're going to still be naked and bound. They knew of my suspicions, and they'll most likely be proud that I have you in your current predicament. They're actually coming over later tonight to see your new adornments. Won't that be fun?