Author's Note: It's not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it's technically my first time!


Chapter 1: Discovery

My wife and daughter were going to see my wife's brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn't want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls.

I loaded their bags into the car, hugged them, kissed them and wished them a safe trip. Our marriage was one of convenience and one without sex. I hated that part of my life, but was never able to bring myself to filing for divorce, mostly for my daughter's benefit.

Regardless, it was Thursday morning and they would not return until late Monday night. In addition to watching some baseball and football, I planned a few self-bondage scenarios before they returned. I made a few phone calls on Thursday morning, had a bowl of soup for lunch and decided it was time for scenario number one of the holiday weekend.

Let me set the stage. I'm 46, 5'-10", 190 with brown hair and green eyes. To prepare for this afternoon's endeavor, I shaved and showered and began letting my mind run wild with what I was about to do. I went to the freezer and retrieved the 16-ounce bottle of water with the keys of freedom frozen within. I walked down to my basement office and began to plan the afternoon.

I am admittedly a leather whore. I shimmied into my black leather corset and rolled patterned, black seamed stockings up my legs. The pattern hides the hair of the male leg. I attached the eight garters and stood in front of the mirror as I cinched myself tightly into the corset. I love the feeling of mobile bondage that a heavily boned corset provides.

I sat in front of the mirror and applied my make-up. I did my eyes especially dark, provided a heavy amount of mascara and cocksucker red lipstick to emphasize the look. I shook out my auburn shoulder length wig on my head, stepped into my black leather mini and smoothed over-the-elbow leather gloves up each hand and arm. I stepped into the knee-high leather boots with a five-inch heel. I was rather satisfied with the look of the whore in the mirror that looked back at me.

I walked back into my office to immobilize myself. My desk is rather large and heavy at 3' x 6'. It has 1" x 3" cord management openings on each side, toward the front and just below the work surface. I fed an eight-foot chain through the opening on the right side and away from the wall. I locked the chain inside the desk to a small barbell with a padlock which was far too large to fit through that 1" x 3" opening in the desk. The padlock itself wasn't coming through that opening. It sure wasn't coming through chained to the barbell. About seven feet of that chain now stuck out from the corner of the desk. I like my bondage to be inescapable.

This afternoon would be rather simple, yet quite inescapable. The top of my desk was full of equipment to be used; yet I chose to keep it simple for my first outing of the weekend. I selected steel ankle cuffs and slapped them around each ankle. I started a video loop on the flat screen that was heavily FemDom oriented. I picked up the chain that was attached to my desk, looped it around my neck and padlocked it shut. This was technically the point of no return, because the keys to freedom were suspended in the 16-ounce bottle on my desk.

I selected an o-ring gag from my desk, forced it into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. I attached the dental floss from the bottle of keys to steel handcuffs, cuffed my left hand, placed my hands behind my back and snapped the cuffs around my right wrist.

My freedom now depended on the keys suspended in ice. I had that figured for about 3-4 hours, based on the warmer August temperatures. I love wearing leather and love wearing steel restraints. I sat on the ottoman and watched the leather-clad Domme throat-fuck her male slave wishing it were I. It made me horny, but there was nothing I could do about it with my now erect cock out of reach.

I couldn't have watched more than ten minutes of film when I heard someone at my front door. Fuck, you've got to be kidding me! Then I heard someone IN my house.

If my wife found me like this, it would mean certain divorce; yet it couldn't be my wife! Or could it? Then I panicked. I heard the basement door open and someone descend the stairs coming right at me. I knelt and tried to hide behind the desk. When I looked up, I saw my housekeeper, Rachel. I'm not sure who was more shocked, she or I. She looked at the TV, at me and told the person she was talking to on the phone, "I gotta' go, Rene."

I attempted to speak which came out as "mmmmpf." She looked at me and then at looked at what was happening on the flat screen behind me. I tried to visualize what was happening through her eyes and realized this looked bad for me.

Rachel has been our housekeeper for the last 5-6 years and I like her. She's 32, 5'-5", 115, blonde hair, green eyes with a beautiful fresh face, wonderful smile and a certain innocence about her. I've been home for the last six weeks looking for a job and have noticed she has lost weight and looks sexy as hell. She has two small children and I always ask about them.

Secretly, I'd like to fuck her, but recognized that wouldn't result in anything good. She cleans our house once a week on Fridays . . . and this was Thursday!

Rachel is very shy. In fact, she is afraid of thunderstorms. I knew I could easily direct and command this conversation. Of course, I was gagged, dressed like a whore and restrained.

Still frozen at the bottom of the steps; she looked at the screen, she looked at the tools on my desk and she looked at me again. She said, "Are you okay, Tim?" I nodded and grunted, "yes," but felt foolish.

I could see the confidence in her mount as she began to move around the room. She walked over to me and touched my lips and the ring between them. She walked behind me to inspect and better understand the handcuffs and leg cuffs. She picked up the bottle of frozen suspended keys and snapped the string from the bottle to the cuffs. She placed the bottle on the steps, knowing I could not get there.

She said, "it looks like you were expecting me on Friday, huh?" Friday was, in fact her normal day. I grunted, "uh-huh." She told me that she asked my wife if she could come a day early because of the holiday weekend. That information was never shared with me, of course.

She already knew I had done this to myself, so she just asked "why?" It was a rhetorical "why" since the o-ring gag held my cocksucker red lips well apart.

She told me to stand up and turn around for inspection. She reached around from behind and grabbed my erect cock under my leather skirt. I suspect it was then I knew Rachel had gained control of me . . . and my future. I had seen her once a week for the last six weeks and she looked good. I fantasized about fucking her silly. She told me that she knew I had been watching her. Shit!

She told me that if I ever fantasized she would be my bitch, it would never happen. It now appeared that I could certainly be her bitch! She looked over to the equipment on the desk and saw my chastity device, a CB-3000, grabbed some lotion and lubed my cock. She warned me not to cum, placed the ring around my balls, inserted the pin and forced my cock into the device. She locked it and I knew I was screwed. She saw a butt plug on the desk, applied some lube and had it buried up my ass in no time. She knelt beside me and told me I would be her bitch as long as she wanted me.

I heard her say, "I have your keys, bitch!" and she walked upstairs. She was right. I was fucked and we both knew it. By design, all of my spare and miscellaneous keys were upstairs on the kitchen table and she had the bottle with the keys to freedom.

An hour later, I heard the door open again and heard someone enter. This time, I heard heels clicking on the hard wood floors above . . . rather than Rachel's typical tennis shoes. Down the stairs this person came and I gasped as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. It was Rachel, dressed in leather and clearly dressed as a Domme. I never saw this coming!

The woman I knew as my housekeeper was standing at the bottom of my basement steps dressed as a leather-clad dominatrix. She stepped into a leather dildo harness and walked my way. I knew escape was unlikely, unless I could drag the 350-pound desk chained to my neck up the steps and into the yard.

Seeing the size of her cock and realizing my situation, I tried to stand. She walked over to my desk, selected a padlock and attached the steel chains of the handcuffs and leg cuffs ensuring I would remain on my knees.

Her cock was quickly forced down my throat. She snapped a few pictures of my face with her cock down my throat and I knew that meant trouble. She told me she intended to document my slavery to her. If I failed to do exactly as she asked over the next five days, my wife, my family and friends would all see the pictures that would be taken.

I knew I needed to get free and recover those pictures to put an end to this as quickly as possible. Just then, she sat down at my desk and opened my laptop. She sent herself the pictures of her cock in my mouth and asked me if I wanted a copy as she laughed. She got me to divulge my e-mail address and password. I figured it might protect me or simply give me an idea of just how incriminating the pix might be.

Providing my e-mail address and password was a mistake!

She sat down on the ottoman and removed the gag from my mouth. I demanded that she let me go just as soon as the gag was out. I finished my argument by saying, "Let me go, Rachel!" She slapped me hard and said, "It's Mistress Rachel to you, slut!" She placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash. She told me that she was now my Mistress and I was her slave. She told me to get down and kiss her boots. And I did!

I was both turned on and absolutely terrified. This was my biggest fantasy, yet I had clearly lost all control of my fantasy. After she was satisfied, she asked me to sit up and allowed me a drink of water. She unlocked the padlock that attached the handcuffs and leg cuffs and pulled me to my feet by the leash. She led me up the stairs by the leash. I remember staring at her beautiful legs and her boots all the way up two flights. The last thing I remember was seeing my bed and collapsing on it as we arrived.

As I later learned, the water she gave me in the basement was laced with Rohypnol (a date rape drug) and I was now out. When I came to I was strapped across my own bed spread-eagled and unable to move. She saw I was awake and came to my side. "Good morning, slave," she said brushing my cheek. Waking from a deep sleep, I had hoped this was all just a dream, but it was obviously very real.

She told me that while I was out, she shaved my entire body with the exception of my eyelashes and eyebrows. She told me that my fingernails and toenails had been painted to match my cocksucker red lips as she touched my top lip. She told me that she had glued silicon breast forms to my chest and picked up the adhesive from the table next to the bed, showed it to me and said, "now you're a 36C!"

I had been re-dressed in my black leather corset, black over the elbow gloves and black seamed stockings. She told me I was now wearing six-inch heels with an ankle strap and told me how sexy they looked on my shaved legs.

She knelt next to my side and showed me a series of photographs that documented my transformation. I saw my red nails. I saw my hairless body. I began to cry when I saw she had even shaved my head. I thought I would lose it when I saw the picture of my face with the words 'fuck hole' drawn in a permanent marker on my chin.

She even had one of those steel eternity collars around my neck. The last picture she showed me was the way I looked right now all packaged back up. What I remembered most about that last picture was my cocksucker red lips, the words fuck hole on my chin and the six-inch heels with the ankle strap.

I saw her approach me while stroking her cock and heard her say, "When a girl dresses like a whore, she is often treated like a whore. Girls who have 'fuck hole' tattooed on their chin will have their fuck hole used. Open up, bitch!" She put her fingers in my mouth and forced her cock in my mouth and down my throat. I choked and gagged, but had no way to get away from her. I was bound tight and with my head hanging off the foot of the bed, she had the upper hand to rape my throat.

As I struggled, I remember thinking what a whore I truly was . . . because I liked it. I remember my feet struggling to feel the six-inch heels on my feet. The idea of the heels made my cock hard, which immediately reminded me of the cage I wore.

When she was all done, she knelt near my head and told me that all of the pictures had been sent to two separate e-mail accounts. They were earmarked for automatic distribution to everyone in my address book every morning at 8:00am unless she re-directed or delayed that distribution. She showed me a printout of all the people and their numbers in my cell phone. She told me that the photographs and phone numbers had been shared with her sister and her best friend. She reminded me that I was her slave and would do anything and everything she asked me to do. I knew I was fucked!

Standing next to the bed and holding a collar in her hand, she told me we had some work to do. I was already wearing the eternity collar she bolted around my neck while I slept, so I found this redundant but didn't think anymore about it as she locked it around my neck with a tiny padlock.

She released my hands, but kept my ankles bound, told me to sit up and put my hands behind my back. When she got close, I tried to keep her from padlocking the leather cuffs together and I tried to grab her. She easily escaped me and I felt a shock in my neck that made me scream out and slam my head back onto the mattress. I begged her to stop.

She re-fastened my wrists to the bed and I was back to where we started. She told me she was prepared for such an uprising and told me she would now expose me to one person on the distribution list. She selected three names from my cell phone. We both knew she knew she had cell numbers and e-mail addresses for all three. One was a close friend and he was immediately off my list since I was given a choice.

The other two were attractive ladies that lived in my neighborhood. I chose Amy who I had often fantasized about. I saw her as sexy, yet somewhat harmless . . . married with three children.

I saw Rachel firing up my laptop. She showed me the new picture that was now my desktop background. It was me . . . with her cock down my throat, cocksucker red lipstick on my lips and 'fuck hole' written on my chin which could barely be seen due to the angle of the shot; mascara running down my cheeks from tears and my eyes looking into the camera.

She told me that was the picture that was one of two pictures being e-mailed to Amy next door. Then she read me the degrading e-mail that accompanied the two pix . . . .

Dear Amy: Your neighbor is a filthy whore and has been found out. I am his housekeeper and found him dressed like a girl when I arrived to clean the house. I've attached a couple of pix as proof. If you would like to see it in person, please call Tim's cell and I will happily take your call and fill you in. Mistress Rachel

I hoped Amy and her family were out of town. I hoped she would think this was a sick ruse and that she would throw the e-mail and the perverted pictures away. Hell, I hoped the e-mail might never be opened. No such luck as my cell phone rang within minutes and Rachel confirmed it was Amy. Shit, shit, shit!

Rachel left the room to speak with Amy. Much to my dismay, the doorbell rang just a few minutes later and both Rachel and Amy were standing on the side of the bed staring at me. I couldn't believe this was really happening, but I now understood how serious Rachel was about my slavery to her. She threatened to expose me to everyone I knew if I failed to comply wither her demands. I attempted escape and had already been exposed to one person on my list.

Amy told Rachel how she felt like I stared at her whenever I saw her. Busted . . . again! Then Amy said she felt underdressed with everyone in leather. She touched Rachel's leather-clad body, said she was going home to change and would be right back.

Rachel offered me some water which I was reluctant to drink; yet I was dying of thirst. I happily took a drink and thought to myself, if I pass out again what could be worse than being shaved, painted and enslaved to a beautiful woman like Rachel?

I heard the doorbell ring, the door open and someone was coming up the steps. Around the bed came Amy. She took off the trench coat and revealed herself in leather. Amy was 36, petite at 5'-2" and 100 pounds, dark hair and brown eyes. She, too, was wearing a black leather corset, black leather skirt, black seamed stockings and five-inch tall, pointy-toed pumps. Her eyes were dark and sexy. Her lips looked full, wet, bright red and fuckable. Her face was beautiful and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. My next-door neighbor looked gorgeous and now knew my secret.

Rachel told me that she was again going to attempt to get me up off the bed. She warned that any attempt to escape would result in exposing e-mails would be sent to TEN people in my address book and SHE would select them this time. With my next-door neighbor already standing at Rachel's side, I knew she meant business.

They each released one wrist from the bed and Rachel directed me to sit up, ankles still bound to the bed. Rachel padlocked my cuffs together behind my back and they both released my ankles from the bed. I was instructed to slide to the side of the bed and stand on the six-inch heels. I had never worn heels this tall and wobbled at best.

They stood on each side of me and had me walk he room. Eventually I was made to walk on my own, but fuck those heels hurt me and I was told to sit with my legs crossed while Rachel took more pictures. Rachel asked Amy to go to the basement and retrieve the black 4" pumps on my desk.

In minutes, the girls had me out of the six-inch pumps and into four-inch pumps. Rachel told me that I was the new housekeeper and directed me to get the vacuum cleaner from the basement. I had to start upstairs with the vacuum and supplies Rachel had brought inside the front door on Thursday, while both girls watched and directed my tasks.

After they were satisfied, we moved to the ground floor and had me clean there directing all tasks as the ladies enjoyed tea together and got to know each other better.

When I finished cleaning the powder room, I was told to put my tongue on the rim and lick it. I paused. Rachel told me that if I cleaned it properly, her request should be no problem for me. I didn't say no, but I just stood frozen in time staring at the bowl. Toilet play was not my thing . . . and then I heard the warning tone coming from my collar. I forgot it was even still around my neck, but I spun around to see Rachel behind me. She screamed, "kneel, bitch!" and I did.

Then she screamed, "Lick" while she gave me a brief jolt of electricity. My tongue was on the bowl in no time. That may have been the moment when I knew she owned me. Some of my interests are pretty perverted, but doing something that absolutely disgusted me told me that I had no fight left in me.

When I was finished, I was directed to rise and follow her to the living room. She stopped me in front of the mirror and re-applied my lipstick. I watched her do it and noticed the fuck hole stamp still emblazoned on my chin.

I was directed to kneel, kiss and worship Amy's heels. After much worship, Amy had me lie on my back and forced me to kiss her stiletto heels; then she jammed them down my throat. I couldn't believe this was really happening to me. The thrill of the fantasy was amazing and kept my cock banging at the end of the cage. Yet, the idea of everyone I know seeing what a perverted whore I am scared the hell out of me. I had to find a way out of this situation and soon.

I was brought back to reality when I was directed by Rachel to suck Amy's cock. I remember thinking to myself; does every woman in my neighborhood own a strap-on and dress in fetish attire?

I knelt between Amy's legs, licked my lips, looked her in the eye and kissed the head of her cock. She looked at me and said, "take it in your mouth, bitch. Take it all." Rachel informed me that I now had a second Mistress . . . Mistress Amy. While I liked the idea of having a Mistress next door, I nearly choked on her cock when she started clicking pictures of me on HER phone. I begged and pleaded with her to stop and I was shocked with the collar again.

Rachel dragged me between her legs and told me to suck her cock. I was reminded that I no longer have a will of my own. She reminded me that I was a slave and that I was rightless. These two women were making it clear that they controlled my life from this point forward.

Rachel told me that I was to respond to direct questions from she or Amy with "yes Ma'am, no Ma'am, yes Mistress, no Mistress, yes Mistress Rachel, no Mistress Rachel, yes Mistress Amy or no Mistress Amy." And then she asked, "do you understand, slave?" My immediate response was, "yes, Mistress Rachel . . . thank you, Ma'am."

I was told that my slave training would continue throughout the holiday weekend and right through Monday night. Both Rachel's family and Amy's family were out of town for the weekend and so was mine. Rachel told me that I would clean Amy's house tomorrow. I was then told that would be cleaning both houses each Friday until I accepted a job.

She told me that I would remain in the cage throughout the week and she would remove it and either clean me or allow me to clean myself each Friday. There would obviously be no masturbation, which would prove to be a problem for me as I was masturbating almost every day.

She told me I would be required to take a picture of my cock in the cage on a daily basis with the numbered plastic tag and the day's newspaper clearly showing the date. She told me if the number on the plastic tag did not match the one she placed on me, my photographs would be immediately distributed. She went on to tell me that failure to send a picture on a daily basis would result in immediate distribution.

Then she told me that the price for housekeeping just doubled. Fuck! I was paying $100 a week to have my house cleaned . . . and now it will be costing me $200 a week? On top of that, I am cleaning my own house . . . AND the house next door? "Yes, Ma'am" was all I could say with my head held in shame.

I was on my hands and knees when Rachel pulled the plug from my ass and told me to hold on for the ride. She pressed the tip of her cock against my ass and pushed her way inside. Taking anything up my ass has never been my strong suit, but she had been training my ass by leaving the plug inside me for so long it seemed more likely that it would work. Her cock was deep inside my ass now and it hurt.

Amy told me to get my head off the floor and suck her cock. She was lying back on the couch and had me right where she wanted me. Amy was quickly deep down my throat and Rachel was deep in my ass. Amy demanded that I look her in the eye while I sucked her cock. Rachel screamed what a whore I had become while she pounded my ass.

The thought of these two beautiful women raping me shouldn't have made me hard, but it did! Their camera phones captured multiple angles of my rape as camera flashes filled the room.

Amy had been touching her clit while brutally fucking my throat and she was straddling the edge. She screamed as she came violently and threw her legs around my head. Her screams made my cock explode still trapped inside the cage.