Author's Note: Story is based entirely on fictional characters and events..but man would it be fun to play out in real life wouldn't it? Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. More to come.


Part 1

I couldn't believe I had just walked past one of my better friends, completely naked with little to no thought. I was following basically a complete stranger. Let me rewind. My name is Brittany. I'm in my - well, let's say late 20's. I'm tall, long chest length red hair, perky chest, and a tight ass. I'm no looker, but I'm height / weight proportionate, and I think reasonably attractive.

I recently fell on hard times, and started to peruse craigslist for a job. I went through all the trivial sections for the real jobs, but nothing seemed to fit my background in finance. Bills were piling up, I was at risk to lose my house due to the inability to pay the mortgage, and I was just down on luck and my life. I started to pop through what I've always considered the one off jobs hoping for some quick cash, but I ended up finding an interesting ad.

"Wanted: Attractive young female for housekeeping position. Will be provided room & board, food, clothes, as well as a modest salary. Quirky multimillionaire is seeking to build up his staff to support his interests, and maintain his property. Apply with confidence to mistermsestate@gmail.com"

Hmm - seems odd that they have to be attractive, young, and it's to support interests I thought to myself. At the same time, it'd clear up a lot of issues for me. Free food, free clothes, modest pay - and if I had or wanted to, I could even dump the house. Given my current situation, I didn't feel like I had much of a choice than to apply. It was early in the day on Friday when I was looking for jobs - so I figured I probably wouldn't hear back until the following week anyways. No more than 10 minutes after hitting send, I received a reply.

"Hi Brittany. Happy to hear from you. We'd love to have you in for an interview. Normally we'd request some pictures and measurements in advance, but we had a cancellation this afternoon, and Mister M is free. Would you be able to come by at 1p? Please call us to confirm if you're able to. Number is 555-555-5555"

Well shit, I didn't think things would happen that fast. I didn't see what else I could do, so I called the number. Shockingly a lovely nice lady answered.

"Hello, Mister M's estate, Janice here."

I felt my voice almost quiver as I replied. "Um. Yes, um - this is Brittany. I replied to your post online for a housekeeper. You said you had a time slot freed this afternoon; I'd like to come in?"

"OOOOH yes dear." Well I thought to myself, she's at least enthusiastic. "We'd love to have you in. The address is 398 Stamkos Street. Please bring a pen, photo ID, and if you are a bit uncomfortable feel free to bring a friend to escort you. We'll see you then."

With no chance to ask questions, soon as the conversation started, it ended. It was 10a now, and it was about a half hour drive outside the city. I had a bit of time to kill, and didn't want to go alone. I called my friend Mike, who I knew had the day off. I explained the situation to him, and he thankfully agreed to go with me.

I spent some considerable time picking out what to wear. I wanted something that would show off some of my ... best assets, without looking like a total slut. I started picking through my wardrobe, attempting to find just the perfect outfit. I stripped down, and went to my underwear drawer to pick out the perfect pair of bra and panties. I prefer to match - so they had to be the same color. After a bit of digging, I found a nice black bra with lace accents, and a sexy little boy short. Not that it'd matter as I figured no one would see them anyways, but sexy undies always made me in turn feel sexy. I grabbed a short skirt since it was a nice summer day. It was black also, with pleats and small stripes. I dug around some more, and found a semi-transparent white top. It had a plunging neck line, showing tons of cleavage, and if you looked close enough, or in the right light you could see the black bra through it. I completed the ensemble with some nice, 3 inch black heels. I spent the rest of the time doing my makeup, fixing my hair, getting a light snack, and worrying about what I was getting myself into. At the very least, I had the opportunity to check it out, and just decline I kept telling myself. No commitment, just an interview, and I'd have Mike with me. Mike showed up on time at about 12:20, to give us enough time to get there a bit early. I was keeping a look out for him, so as soon as he showed up, I ran downstairs.

Of course the smart ass comments started to flow the minute he saw me. "Hey Britt, this a job interview or should I pull over and let you out on the nearest corner."

"Funny asshole. Does it look too slutty? I was going for sexy professional."

"It's a bit skanky, but classy skanky. Don't worry, you look great. Given what you told me that this guy put in the ad, I'm sure you're dressed perfectly appropriate." The rest of the drive was filled with casual banter, just two friends catching up over a drive.

The drive took the 25 or so minutes I thought it would, given Mike's propensity to speed, and when we got to the house, it wasn't a house. It was a sprawling estate. You couldn't actually see the estate, as it was nestled back behind what had to be a 10 ft wall, lined with trees. If the wall didn't afford enough privacy, the mature trees lining it did. The property was gated. There must have been a security camera hidden somewhere, because as we drove up, the two massive steel gates recoiled back behind the wall letting us in. We drove up a sprawling driveway, almost oblivious to how quiet and isolated the estate truly was. We came to a halt at a turn around, which wrapped right past the main door, and around a fountain. Two large, forboding doors were waiting. I carefully got out of Mike's car, being mindful to keep my legs closed when swinging them out, and flattening my skirt as I stood. Before I could even knock, the doors were swinging open, and there was a strikingly beautiful woman standing there greeting us.

"Hi! You must be Brittany. I'm Janice - we spoke on the phone, please come in. Welcome to Mister M's estate. Who is your friend here? He's cute!"

"Hi Janice- yes, this is my friend Mike, you said I could bring an escort right?"

"Of course of course. Happy to meet you Mike."

Janice was, well, a sight to see in herself. I was confused, nervous, and anxious already. She opened the door wearing a bright red satin bra, and matching panties. She also had on red pumps, with what I commonly referred to as hooker heels that had to be at least four inches. She was beautiful, toned, cut body, with jet black hair put up in a bun on top of her head. Her black rimmed glasses almost invoked a look of authority, but it was her jewelry, if you want to call it that, which removed any inkling that she was calling the shots.

She wore a collar, made of what looked to be polished steel, that fit snugly around her neck. It had a golden lock on the front, embedded into the collar, with a single o ring dangling from it. She also had on matching wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs. I was so transfixed, I almost didn't hear what she was telling me. "Brittany, hello? Follow me, Mister M is waiting."

Mike was practically drooling on himself over the sight of Janice. I started to follow Janice, and Mike eventually followed us. I noted also she walked..oddly. Perfectly straight back, chest out, hands crossed behind her back. We followed her down a large, well lit marble lined hallway, with wood paneling on the walls and what appeared to be expensive artwork as well. At the end were two large, almost probably 10 foot tall doors, with a chair on either side. What was odd was that there were eye bolts embedded in the floor and walls next to each chair.

"Mike, you may wait here. You're not to go in the chambers with your friend or Mr. M. Should she need you, she'll call for you. Please sit in the chair, and I'll provide you some entertainment whilst you wait. Brittany, please sign this form. It's a standard non disclosure form, meaning that anything you see, do, or say here will not be repeated outside of these walls. Mike, same for you. Once signed, should you break the agreement, we'll go after you, and all of your family. I strongly suggest you two don't repeat anything if you want to proceed. We value our privacy here. Once signed should you decide to, go in; Mister M will be with you shortly. Once inside, open this envelope and follow the directions to the letter. Failure to do so will result in your dismissal from consideration. Good luck!"

I looked at Mike, who was busy starring at Janice's ass shake back and forth as she walked away. I snapped my fingers, and he looked up at me with that stupid male grin they all seem to have.

"Yea, think with the other head for a minute. Do you mind signing? I really need this gig."

"If it's anything like what she's doing - will you want to?" he replied.

"She seems happy, worst I do is try it and quit if I don't like it I suppose."

"Fine, I'll sign." Mike signed, and then I signed as well. Taking a deep breath, I started to open the doors and walk into the room. As I was entering, out of the corner of my eye way at the other end of the hallway, I could have swore I saw Janice walking back, with another woman behind her. Only this time, the other woman was completely naked, hands behind her, and I think on a leash. I shrugged it off, assuming I was seeing things and went inside.

When I got in I took a look around at my surroundings. It appeared to be a study, with a sturdy wooden desk. Shelves were around with books everywhere, and what appeared to be a small pet cage in the corner. Not wanting to waste time, I opened the envelope to read the instructions.

"Welcome to my estate, and thank you for taking the time to interview with us here. More will be explained in due time. As you can assume from your interactions with Janice, I enjoy the pleasures of life, one of which being surrounded by beautiful, attentive, and obedient women. If this is a problem for you, I understand and respect that; however you won't work out here as an employee.

Should this be the case, please set the envelope on the desk, collect your escort, and head out the way you came. If you can accept this, strip down to your underwear. Neatly fold your clothes and place them on the corner of the large wooden desk. Walk to the corner nearest the cage, kneel facing the corner, head down, back straight, wrists crossed behind your back, and do not move until explicitly given permission to. I look forward to meeting you."

This guy was definitely an oddball, but given Janice's attire I can't say I was surprised. I figured I could live with it, so I stripped off my clothes, and did as he said, placing them neatly on the table. I was happy I wore underwear today, and glad I decided to forgoe the thong). I walked over to the corner, faced it, got on my knees, and put my hands behind my back with my wrists crossed. I sat proudly, chest out, and just waited. I started to realize how submissive of a pose this was, and what it must look like for someone walking in. I hoped he didn't invite Mike in with him. I must have waited for 5 minutes, even though it felt like an eternity kneeling on the cold hard slate floor.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, I heard the door open, and footsteps come across the floor. I heard them walk around the room, and subsequently heard the chair behind the desk slide out. I almost turned and looked behind me, but remembered the instructions within the letter. I knew he was starting at me, and I felt embarrassed, nervous, and yet aroused all at the same time. I could feel a bit of dampness forming between my legs, which caused me to nervously shift my weight between my legs. Finally he spoke.

"Hello Brittany. I'm referred to by most as Mister M., which is acceptable for now. Should you obtain a job with me, it would be Master. As you can tell I'm a bit of an eccentric guy. I like the finer things in life, one of which just happens to be beautiful submissive women. Let me start by saying that I'm assuming one of the top things on your mind is "What would he do with me if I take the job?" Well, I assume you probably noticed the restraints on Janice. You'll be kept in a similar set, locked on you 24x7. Other than a doctor's appointment when required, under no circumstances will they be removed. That includes guest visits, and shopping trips into town. My girls are welcome to try to cover them when going out, but they do not come off, it's just too much work. You'll be expected to help me here on my property, cleaning tending to my land and mansion, serving at parties, etc. Depending on your agreement at most you'll be dressed in sexy lingerie, however most of my girls stay naked. At times you'll be bound, simply on display for my pleasure. I'm sure you're also wondering about sex - your pay will vary based upon your willingness to serve sexually. Base salary will see you locked in a chastity belt to ensure your security, where only myself and Janice will have keys. Salary increases from there depending on your willingness to serve orally, vaginally, or even anally. Your limits will also be taken into consideration when discussing compensation, things you're not willing to submit to. This could include restraints, punishments, etc. Some are simply not negotiable, and if they're hard limits, we simply won't extend you an offer. Others are more open to discussion. I'm sure you have a ton more questions, all to be explained in due time. For now, if you want to continue, I can give you a brief tour of the grounds. No words are required yet, if you want to move forward, finish stripping, and come kneel at my feet. If this is too much for you, stand, get dressed, and show yourself out."

Shit - this guy was smart. I had Mike sitting right outside. If I stripped and let this guy walk around with me, I'd be walking naked right in front of my friend. At the same time, I was basically earning a salary with free room and board to be a maid. I'd be foolish to pass it up. Before I think I realized what my hands were doing, they were reaching around behind me and undoing the clasp on my bra. I let it slide down my tits, before neatly folding it and setting it aside on top of the pile. My panties were the only thing left, and before I put too much further thought into it, I slid them down and placed them on the pile. Now naked, I turned around and got a better look at Mister M. He was surprisingly young, early 40's maybe. He was a white male, well groomed, height weight proportionate, and extremely well dressed in what appeared to be an expensive suit. He's the type of guy a single girl hopes to snag.

I kept my wrists crossed behind my back after removing what little modesty I had left, and knelt at his feet. Remembering what he said, I kept my back straight as well tits out proudly.

"I'm very pleased you wish to continue. I'm assuming at some point you weighed out the idea that your friend is still sitting outside this study, and you'll no doubt be paraded past him naked. Well, at least I hope you did, because you will be. Be a good girl, and ask me to collar and leash you in a way which you think would please me."

I thought to myself that if I took the job I'd have to call him master anyways, so I may as well humor him now at least if it'd help me secure the job. "Master, please put this new girl in Your collar, and lead her properly on a leash." He smiled, and held up a collar for me to see.

"Spread your legs pet." He commanded. I obliged, a bit humiliated at the dampness forming between my legs. "Exquisite. Your labia's a bit swollen, and your clit is starting to show. Your body is telling me you're enjoying this, which I like. Your nipples are very perky. Are they sensitive?"

God he was good. I don't know why, but I was aroused, and my body was betraying me. I replied to his question. "Yes Master, they are fairly sensitive."

"Well then pet, you probably will not like your training collar, but it's a part of the job offer. What you saw on Janice was a formal dressage collar, locked on all staff here who earn the right to wear it. As it's inherently not normal for most girls to understand how to follow a lead, we have training collars. The collar gets locked on you, and there's a set of tweezer nipple clamps attached to the o ring for the leash. If you're not familiar with nipple clamps, you soon will be. At any rate, a quick tug to the o ring with the leash, or a hand will definitely return a trainee's attention. Please lift your hair, so I can collar you."

I lifted my hair and he wrapped a black leather collar around my neck, buckling it snug enough to know it was there, but not so tight it cut off air or circulation. I heard a click, and presumed he had locked it in place. In the front I could see two pairs of tweezers draped over my breasts. He gently grabbed one of my already pert nips, and placed the tweezer on it. While he held it on with two fingers, he slid a ring up towards my nipple, which caused them to pinch harder the higher he went. He kept an eye on my face, and as he reached my limit I winced. He went a bit further past it, and then repeated the process on my other nipple. They were now in a dull throbbing ache, and I was acutely aware of the clamps being there.

"Excellent, those look amazing on those tits of yours. Please stay on your knees, and turn around so your back is to me. Keep your wrists where they are."

I slowly crawled around 180 degrees, my nips tugging a bit on the clamps as they swung. It was a bit hard to do without using my hands, but I managed to keep my back straight, tits out, and wrists behind me. He didn't speak, but simply proceeded to bind my wrists behind my back. I felt the rope coil around my wrists, then get tugged up in between and cinched tight. I instinctively felt around for a knot when he was done and tugged at my bonds, but he expertly tied me tightly. There was no escaping, what had to be a simple tie. I was amazed at the speed he did it, and the inescapability of it.

"I love to see a newly bound girl test her restraints, looking for any slack. I can assure you when someone restrains you here, you won't be finding a way out until someone lets you out. Tell me Brittany, do you practice bondage or any form of BDSM in your personal life?"

Man this guy was nosy, but I guess it'd be discussed in an offer anyways. So I replied. "No Master M. I mean, well, a boyfriend has handcuffed me once or twice, but that was it. Nothing like how I'm here, now."

"And I'm assuming you're willing to explore it, as you can clearly tell, it's a large part of your job responsibilities here."

"Yes Master M. I'm not really into it at the moment honestly, but it's something I wouldn't say no to either."

It was odd having this conversation, with a man I had just met, completely naked, collard, and my wrists bound behind me. Yet, it seemed like just another day to him.

"Do you know what a ballgag is then?"

"Yes Mister M. I've never worn one though."

"Well there's a first time for everything. Despite what you may have seen on tv or in movies, they're not worn loosely on the lips, like you're kissing it. They're meant to be wedged behind your front teeth, buckle pulled snug enough such that you can't use your tongue to dislodge it. Assuming your hands are bound properly, this ensures the gag stays in until the person who put it on removes it. Most new girls find them uncomfortable after a short amount of time, since they tend to stretch the jaw muscles for extended periods. However with proper training you'll forget it's even there. I have girls now that can go hours with a reasonably large sized gag in their mouth perfectly comfortable.

The gag won't completely restrict your speech, you'll be able to garble out words that are somewhat able to be understood. However it acts more as a reminder that you're to remain silent at a given time, or not to speak unless spoken to. We do have ways to silence girls if we want them silenced, say for punishment, but those typically involve packing, and a lot of tape or bandages. None the less, we also have different size ballgag's. We start the newer girls out with smaller balls until they become accustom to wearing them, and we move them up in size as time progresses. We color code them, blue for 1.75 in, red for 2 in, and anything larger is black. You'll find a lot of the girls wear the 2 in gags."

Master M held a blue ball in front of my face and I recoiled back a bit, surprised.

"Sweetie, you're bound and collared. While I could surely force this in, I'd rather not. Please open up wide."

I was nervous and hesitant to lose my ability to speak, but if I wanted the job what choice did I have. I was starting to feel controlled, especially with my hands bound behind my back, and I didn't like the idea of losing my ability to speak. However I think Mister M knew this, and was testing how far he could push me without me even being employed. I resigned myself to the fact that at least I got to try it before I formally committed to anything, and submissively opened my mouth.

"Wider. All the way." He said. I realized I barely opened my mouth, as I didn't want the wretched thing in there to begin with. I opened as wide as I could, and using his hand on the ball, he pushed the awful gag into my mouth farther than I expected. Just before I was about to gag on the thing, his hands slid to the straps, as he ran them on my cheek, under my hair, and started to buckle it. I started to panic, tugging at my wrists trying to get free, moaning into the gag and moving my head trying to dislodge it. Mister M however was having none of this, as he grabbed the o ring on my collar that was attached to my nipples and gave it a sharp tug. My nipples in turn were yanked hard, and I screamed into the gag in protest, and held extremely still. He pulled the straps of the gag in tight, too tight in my opinion. I instinctively tried to immediately push the intruder out of my mouth using my tongue, but the straps were too tight, there was no way to spit it out. I groaned in frustration, and I heard Miser M chuckle aloud behind me.

"I can see you don't like the ballgag do you pet?" Pet? This was starting to go too far.

"nmm i dmnm't, pleafe taphe it mut!" was about all that came out. I tugged at my wrists again, but I couldn't get free. I was frustrated at how quickly and easily he rendered me helpless, scared, yet, aroused. My pussy was getting even wetter. I felt another sharp tug on my nipples, and realized while pondering my situation he had leashed me, and was tugging on the leash which in turn was yanking the o ring and my nipples.

"Come on. You're already restrained, you may as well explore the estate, and see if those restraints are something you can get used to or not." He pulled more on the leash, and I got up as best I could with my hands bound behind my back, and started to follow him. He gave a sharp tug on the leash, and my nips were in even more pain. "Remember pet, tits out, back straight, head up." Shit, posture. This was a lot to keep track of, given the distraction of my tits being in pain, plus the drool that was starting to form on my lip from this fucking gag. What did I get myself into?

I followed him out of the office. When he opened the door I hesitated, as I then recalled Mike sitting in the chair. Of course, this led to another sharp tug on my nipples as a reminder to move my feet. He looked up startled, like a kid caught stealing cookies. He looked at me stunned, and I returned the look. His pants were open, and the girl I thought I possibly had seen walking leashed as I entered the study was sucking Mikes cock. Not only was that startling, but it was how she was doing it. She was bound kneeling, her ankles tied tightly to her thighs. Her hands were bound behind her back, she was blindfolded, and Mike held her leash in his hand, guiding her head on his cock. I didn't have a ton of time to take in and process the situation, as I had to follow my nipp...er, leash. I followed my leash - well, my tits really, through the estate.

I followed Mister M - well, I followed my nipples really, through the estate, not really listening to what he was saying, just trying to keep up so my poor tits wouldn't take any more abuse. He pointed out rooms along the ground floor, which unfortunately went in one ear and out the other. I did notice the occasional naked, bound, and gagged girl go by, often with her hands shackled behind her, naked with her tits bouncing and a tight red ballgag between her teeth. I did take note when we came to a halt in front of a girl, chained to the wall with her arms out above her head, legs chained spread, head encased in a ball of leather. What was interesting is the marks on her chest, and the redness around her pussy along with the rope that appeared to almost cut it in half anchored off to the ceiling.

"This here is Shannon. Shannon was a bad girl - not terribly bad, but a bad girl. She's now chained to the wall, where myself or Janice flog her every half hour until she remembers the rules. You can't see it, but that crotch rope is also holding in a pair of tiny but powerful vibrators, on just high enough to keep her on edge, but not high enough to let her get off. Devilish really. That rope keeps pressure and friction on her clit further torturing her, and keeping her from expelling the vibrators."

I recoiled a bit at this, appalled that someone would do this to another human. The poor girl's tits were red, as was her pussy. Mister M just held the leash tight, thereby keeping my tits in one place and me as well. You could see her turn her helmeted head trying to figure out where Mister M was, body tensing probably anticipating the next beating. Mister M picked up a leather flogger from the wall, lashing the girls chest five times on each breast, before changing his angle of attack and unleashing another 5 hard blows on the girls poor pussy. She squirmed as much as her restraints allowed, which was practically not at all, until he stopped, setting the flogger down again and tugging me on our way.

We ended the tour back in the same place it started, at the study. By now, the girl sucking my friends dick was gone, and he'd presumably had been well taken care of from the looks of her. Mike was buttoned up, and just watched me approach, wide eyed as Mister M walked me on my leash down the hallway. I kept my chin up, tits out, despite wanting to crawl in a hole and hide. Even worse, Mister M stopped right in front of Mike.

"Hi there, you must be Brittany's friend. I'm Mister M, pleasure to meet you. Your name?"

Mike I think almost didn't hear him, his gaze transfixed on what appeared to be my chest. He finally snapped to, and stood up to shake Mister M's hand.

"Uh, hm hm..um, Mike Sir. Pleasure to meet you as well." He managed to stammer out. I could feel my face getting redder by the minute, but I was still standing gagged and leashed by my nipples, hands bound behind me with my back straight and head up.

"Well, I can see by that reply you're not a boyfriend, husband or significant other. Please, please sit. You've never seen her naked before have you?"

"No, no Sir."

"Quite lovely isn't she? I do hope she takes the position I think I'm about to offer her. Actually - Brittany, please kneel in front of Mike."

I was mortified, but I knew this was another test. Mike clearly at this point had seen me naked, but it was one more jab to see how quickly he could make me submit. Again, thinking what choice did I have, I dropped to my knees in front of my friend, remembering my posture.

"Legs spread."

I obediently spread my legs, surprised at how wet I was at the humiliation. Mr. M then gave my leash to Mike, surprisingly.

"Have you seen her this....submissive before? I mean, I just met her, and I have her stripped, bound, and gagged, leashed around my house by her tits. She truly does look amazing, and judging by the apparent arousal between her legs, she's not exactly opposed to this treatment."

"No Sir. She's the type to like to be in control. Rarely ever drunk, always drives, ...she's actually a control freak now that I think about it. You somehow managed to gain her trust relatively quick, plus I think she was really interested in this job."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Control freak? Sure, he hit the nail on the head, but no need to tell this guy that.

"Well then, let's go make her an offer before she decides she needs to be in control again. I always like to have a witness on the side of the new employee to act as an, arbitrary viewer of sorts related to the agreement should it be accepted. Mike, why don't you bring your friend into my study? Tug on her leash upward, she'll follow her nipples to her feet, then start to walk in after me!"

I was defeated, humiliated, and incredibly aroused and interested in what this guy had to offer. It made no sense. I was being treated almost like an animal, and kind of like a whore. It thrilled me, and scared me at the same time.

"Mike, go ahead and take out her ballgag, and leave it loosely buckled around her neck like a necklace. Then go ahead, and place her in the cage over there in the corner. There's a lock on the top you can use to lock her in. Brittany, please remember - don't speak unless spoken to when the gag is removed. Just because you're not gagged, doesn't mean you're allowed to speak yet, nor does it mean we want to hear what you have to say."

It was awkward, now being controlled by Mike as well. He reached behind my head, loosening the strap on the gag and letting it fall onto my chest, a long string of drool following it. Hands bound, I couldn't clean it up, so my chest just sat there gleaming full of slobber. Sexy. It unfortunately also had the effect of adding weight to the chain attached to my tits, tightening it up a bit more than it already was. Mike pulled on the chain, much to my dismay, and led me over to the cage in the corner. He looked me in the eyes inquisitively, almost like he was asking are you sure you want me to do this to you, to which I lowered my eyes to the floor. The door was open, and I did my best to crawl into the tiny cage, tits swinging, and of course nipples yanking. I couldn't help but wonder if this guy knew how painful these things were - if he ever tried them on himself. I barely had enough room to sit up kneeling, as my arms were pressed against the back wall of the small cage, head near the top bars. Of course, I had enough room for my tits to stand proud, back arched, which I obediently did without direction. Mike swung the door closed, grabbed the lock placing it in the latch on the cage, and clicked it shut. He oddly started to look around the top of the cage, before Mister M spoke again.

"Don't worry Mike, I have the key in my pocket. She's safe. Helpless, but safe. Feel free to take a seat over there." He said, pointing to a chair near me.

"Just so you're both aware, the next bit is being recorded on video, for both my protection and yours. Brittany, speak aloud answering all questions clearly. Understood?"

"Yes Mister M". I replied.

"As you know, I employ the services of women here at my estate. You're not a prostitute or a call girl, nor are you being kept here against your will despite being bound in that cage naked, and locked correct?"

"Yes Mister M, that is correct."

"I'd like to offer you employment here in my estate as a servant. I'm going to put you on the spot and ask if you accept the offer now, as I don't have a ton of extra time on my hands as of late. Of course, we could set a start date in the future to let you wrap up things you may need to tend to. The conditions of your employment would be provided to you in writing, to sign subsequent to this verbal agreement should you accept. Conditions and salary are the following:

You'll be expected to live on my estate 24x7x365. I may give you time off for vacation and holidays solely at my discretion, and it's not guaranteed. Your uniform will be provided to you, which at the most depending on your agreement would comprise of bra, panties, a full set of our restraints, a chastity belt, and heels. At the least depending on your agreement, would solely comprise of a full set of our restraints, and nothing more.

Depending on your agreement, you'll be expected to perform household duties, including but not limited to cooking, cleaning, laundry, and sexual acts. You will have some hours of required service, call them work hours. You'll have some guaranteed rest and down time, and there may be hours outside of your normal service where you'll be called upon to tend to the needs of myself and my guests.

You'll have the opportunity prior to employment to state your hard limits - things you absolutely refuse to do. We'll obey these to the T, and you'll have a clause in the contract stating you're welcome to sue us for any breach. You'll also be able to provide soft limits - things you'd rather not do, but would if pushed, asked, or required. Anything not explicitly defined within these limits is fair game. As you're new to all of this, we have a questionnaire we'll examine with you to spur the discussion around your limits. Saying no to anything not explicitly stated in the contract is grounds for your immediate termination, and for us to sue you for breach of contract.

You'll be compensated room, board, clothing, food, and anything you may require related to personal needs while in our care and employment. Any extraneous shopping, toys, gifts, and luxury items will be your sole responsibility. Salary base will be $35,000 per year, with room to enhance that depending on your limits. While this doesn't sound like much, considering you will literally have no expenses except you're leisure and pleasure items, I think you'll find it quite a handsome salary. As stated earlier, all restraints will remain locked under dual key between myself and my primary staff, unless expressly required to be removed by doctor or law.

Upon acceptance, you'll undergo a trial and training period of 1 month. During this month, us, or you, will be able to terminate employment for any reason. If we terminate, we'll pay you salary owed up to that point, prorated based on time here, and you'll be on your way. If you terminate, we owe you nothing, and you'll be on your way. After the trial and training period, you'll be asked to re-evaluate your desire for employment with us, and to sign a 1 year agreement. At this point, there is no backing out, or terminating your time here with us, either by you, or by us. At the expiration of the year, you'll have the option to extend your stay with us for a time length to be negotiated, or terminate. Termination after 1 year is allowed by either party, and regardless of who terminates, all salaries owed to you will be paid in full.

I know that was a lot to take in all at once. What questions do you have?"

"Yes Mister M. Actually - a couple. Would you require as a term of employment any temporary or permanent modification at all. And, how do guests work?"

"Very good questions my dear. Modifications would be discussed in your limits. We typically don't tattoo our employees, usually don't brand, but piercings are of interest to us. You'll have the opportunity to approve or reject all of these in your limits discussion. Guests are welcome here during your off hours. You're also welcome to go visit people as you wish, again on your off hours and understanding your restraints will remain on you. You're responsible for guests you have in the house. They're only allowed in certain areas of the estate, which will be outlined should you accept the position, and only during certain hours. What other questions?"

"I think that's it, for now Mister M. I'm sure I'll have a bunch more later."

"Very well. As I stated, do you wish to accept the verbal terms of this agreement? Doing so will result in the following. You'll be allowed out of the cage, and a chastity belt will be fitted and locked on you. This is a temporary belt, as measurements for a permanent one would be taken if required once you start. You'll then be allowed to dress, and leave to tend to your obligations. We'll agree on a start date, at which point you'll then be expected to come back here for your 1 month trial. When you return for your trial, we'll establish your limits, provide you your restraints, and have a formal contract for you to sign. The belt is simply something we like to give girls to ...help them think about their upcoming commitment and what it really entails."

I started to tug uncomfortably at my wrists, looking at Mike, then back at Mister M through the bars. I felt a bit pressured into making a decision, which I think was Mister M's intent. I wasn't totally comfortable with everything that appeared to go on in this estate. The nudity, bondage, the sexual servitude. On the other hand, what choice did I really have? I was in debt, didn't see a way out of that debt anytime soon, and at the very least, I could try it for a month. I should be able to handle it at least that long, and should I decide it unbearable I could just terminate the agreement.

"Yes Mister M. I accept the verbal terms of your offer. I'd like to try working here."

"Very good! Glad to hear it. Let's get you out and get your belt on, and we can figure out when you can start. Mike - do me a favor, head back out towards the door back the way you came, and ask Janice to bring us a nice belt for Brittany here. While you're doing that I'll get her out of the cage, and strapped up nice for her fitting."

Strapped up nice for her fitting I thought to myself. What the hell could that entail? I watched Mike head out of Mister M's office, and turn left down the hall to go get Janice. Mister M walked over to my cage..my cage..what the hell was my mindset already, thinking of the cage as mine. Mister M lowered down, unlocked the cage door with a key he produced from his pocket, and pulled me out. I followed the leash, which basically was following my nipples, over to the corner of the room. Mister M reached down, and gently slid two small pots out of the way of what appeared to be leather cuffs, attached to chains on the wall. He pulled them out from the wall, from what looked to be purpose built holes in the wall. He pulled them to my legs, and buckled each one firmly to my body. Mister M then stood up, and reached up, pulling down a long bar with cuffs on the ends which I somehow failed to notice. He walked behind me, unbinding my wrists. He took one firmly in his hand, raised it up, and cuffed it into the leather cuff hanging from the end of the bar, snapping a padlock on the hasp to hold it there. The same was done to the other one, before Mister M walked around in front of me.

"There we go. Now to adjust." I was nervous, and confused as he walked back to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a remote. He pushed a button, and motors started to purr, and I felt a firm pull at my legs, forcing them to the walls. I couldn't fight it and started to allow my legs to be spread, further and further. When I thought I couldn't take any more, the motors clicked off, and my arms started to be pulled up over my head. Mister M walked over to me, and stared into my eyes, stroking my hair.

"Get used to this feeling pet if you truly intend to seek employment here. Some relish in it, some hate it with every fiber of their being. Either way, you'll be bound like this a lot, and have no choice in the matter." He grabbed my hair tight, forcing a firm kiss as my hands were stretched towards the ceiling. I heard footsteps approaching, and he broke his hold on me, stepping back and looking towards the door. He pressed a button on the remote, and my hands came to a halt, just as I thought they'd rip from the sockets. I was helpless, again, even more so now, bound spread in an x helpless to move. I was wet, again, still trying to fight my way through my feelings. I loved how he just took how he wanted, bound me, kissed me, and left me here. But at the same time..I hated how much I loved that feeling. That feeling of being controlled, helpless, by some man I barely knew. The door open, and in came Janice, with Mike following behind. I felt myself start to turn red, being bound on display like this, but it was something I was going to have to get used to if I was going to work here.

"Janice, Mike - great! Mike - why not have a seat in the chair over there while we get your friend nice and fitted."

Mike sat in the chair, while I looked at the ominous, permanent looking piece of steel Janice had in her hands.

"Here you go Mister M. I think this one should fit her perfect. Brittany looks roughly the same size as one of the girls we just released from service last week. It's been fully sanitized, and ready for re-deployment. It also has a full set of the remote utilities installed."

"Excellent! Thank you Janice - great thinking. This is why I love having you around." Mister M smiles, kissing Janice on the cheek and taking the belt from her hand. He approached me, with a large smile on his face. "Brittany you're quite the lucky girl today if this fits. This is one of our best belts. The adjustable ones work just fine, but the permanent fit ones work much better. This one has some remote toys that we won't use without your consent. It can be fitted with a vibrator through the vaginal locking plate, a nice butt plug, and other toys. It also can provide vibration arousal on your clit without a dildo, as well as provide you with behavior correction via a shock should the need arise. All the remote and electrical bits are housed within the inside of the belt, preventing tampering. Last chance to back out. Once this is locked on, it's your informal commitment to this estate, to return and try out employment for the period of one month. If you wish to continue, ask me to snap the lock shut, and take control of your pussy."

I looked at Mister M, then to Janice, then to Mike. I tugged at my wrists and ankles, feeling the restraint, debating what to do. I looked again to Janice, who smiled a reassuring smile, nodded her head, and said I'd be ok. I looked back at Mister M, looked into his eyes, and spoke the words that I knew would change my life.

"Please Mister M. I want to serve you and your house. Please lock this belt on me, and take control of my pussy."

Mister M wrapped the belt around me, and it felt snug, but fitting above my hips. The left side fit over the right side, and three pins protruded. There was a wire hanging behind me, with a large metal plate suspended from it. Mister M reached between my legs, grabbing a firm hold of the large plate hanging from the wire, and pulled it forward.

"This my pet, is how the belt protects that lovely shaved cunt of yours. The wire you are now feeling goes between your ass cheeks. Assuming we have a good fit, it'll fit snug, so that when this plate is locked in front, it'll be snug against your body. Don't worry; you'll still be able to take a shit. You'll just have to wipe the wire as well, and be sure to wash it daily. It's coated with plastic, so you don't have to worry too much about hygiene, past a regular cleaning."

Mister M gently pulled the plate towards the front of my body, and I could feel the wire slowly start to work itself into place. It slid between my ass cheeks, resting comfortably but firmly all the way between, up against by body. Mister M then looked up at me, holding the locking plate in his hands.

"This my pet, is what will keep you safe." He inserted a key in a small built in lock, in a small plate with holes in it attached to the front, and it swung away from the larger plate it was hinged to. "This belt is one of our more permanent models. This little black finger here, rests against your clit. Your belt has a few things built in - the "remote utilities" that the lovely Janice was referring to. The remote utilities are some toys which are connected to a satellite network. We can monitor where you are, all the time. Further, we can monitor your heart rate, which goes nice with the pleasure and pain settings in the belt. The finger doubles as both a vibrator, and a shocking mechanism. It is adjustable, with a set screw that's housed inside this locking plate, away from...frustrated hands. So - we can be nice, and vibe you to the point of orgasm. We can be kind, and wake you up with a light tingle in your pussy. We can be mean, and shock you so hard to the point it brings you to your knees if you miss behave. Most importantly, we can torture you, by using all three components. We can use the vibe to arouse you just to the point of climax by monitoring your heart rate. Then once you're there, shock that little cunny of yours hard enough you come down from the edge, then start it allll over again. Marvelous little device. A friend of mine designed it just for my belts. Paid him a premium to not release the design of the belt, or the battery. Battery and all electronics housed inside, all waterproof, and the battery only has to be changed twice a year. Isn't that magnificent? Let's get it on and adjusted, and we'll give you a short demo."

I tugged on the chains, starting to second guess doing this after hearing what this thing was capable of. "I, I'm not sure about this Mister M. Please, let me think, I don't know."

Mister M looked up at me and smiled. "Now now, all the girls go through this period of doubt. Just relax. For one, you already committed. Second, we have that committal on tape. Third, you're pretty tightly bound and won't be going anywhere. I promise, we'll take good care of you, and you have nothing to worry about. Now relax so we can get this wrapped up." I had no choice. He was right. I mean, there was the hope of Mike standing up for me, but really what choice did I have. I let out an audible sigh, and stopped struggling.

"Good girl. Now, let's slide this main locking plate up. Your labia goes through this slit here, then we put the top of the plate over the posts for the waist band like so." With one swift motion, my pussy was gently put through a small slit in the plate, and it was raised up and over the posts for the waist band. Mister M then picked up a small circle, with a key hole in it from his desk. "The circle goes over the posts like so. Then, we take this key here, which only Janice and I have, and lock it shut." Before I even had a chance to think about what he was doing, Mister M turned the key in the lock, locking me away. "There we go. The belt is now locked on, and quite nicely I may add. You're a perfect fit. Not too tight, not too loose. Now, to get this little guy adjusted."

Mister M pulled out a small jewelers screwdriver, and loosened a screw on the little black nub just above my pussy. Once it was loosened, he was able to slide it down, between my pussy, and adjust it so it was gently putting pressure on my clit. Holding it with one hand, Mister M tightened the set screw, before lifting the second, smaller locking plate and locking it into place as well.

"There we go. Perfect. Anything hurt or pinching?"

"No Mister M. It feels comfortable, yet ..uncomfortable. Permanent, cold, and foreign."

"You'll get used to it, I promise. Here, let me show you how nice it can be." Mister M reached for the same remote he used to stretch me out, and pressed a button. Instantly a small tingle appeared between my legs. Nothing that hurt, it was actually pleasureable. "This is one of our electric settings. It's light, pleasurable, and a nice way to wake a girl up in the morning. Now I'm going to show you one of our punishment settings, just so you have an idea. It'll probably make your legs buckle, but your cuffs will hold you rest assured. Your setting will be half way up our scale, and be instant on, then back off. We have the capability of leaving it on basically until you pass out, but we've only had to do that once to break up a fight between two of the girls. Mike, come here."

Mike got up, and my eyes grew wide in terror, but I said nothing. Mister M was going to have Mike shock me. I pulled at my cuffs, my legs, my wrists, chains were rattling but they didn't give. "Please, please no, please - let me out. I'm done, I don't want to do this anymore."

"Now now, don't be a baby. You consented remember? You should know what you're in for. It's momentary, it won't kill you, and you're helpless to stop it, so quit being such a pussy. Be happy the chains are there to hold you, and don't make me gag you just for this." He said.

I stood there, helpless, trapped and nervous. What could I do? He was right, I submitted to this, and now I was going to have to deal with it.

"OK Mike. I set the intensity already to 5, as you can see on this readout here. It's a scale of 1-10. The shock is going to hurt, but it won't kill her, won't incapacitate her or cause any permanent damage. Kinda like sticking your finger in an electric outlet - she'll live. She'll hate it, but she'll live. Now. The belt will shock as long as you hold the button down. I strongly recommend and encourage simply pressing and releasing. Go ahead when you're ready."

I looked at Mike, pleading with my eyes. I didn't want to be shocked, but I knew it was coming, and I knew that there was nothing I was going to do to stop it. Mike looked at me, almost sad, but then got this smile across his face that I knew wasn't good. Holding eye contact with me, he pressed the button, but the fucker held it. "OOWWWWWWWWW" I shouted, my legs buckling, eyes breaking gaze. He let go of the button when my legs gave out, but this was after about 5 seconds of shocking. I glared at him, as I pulled myself back to my feet with my outstretched, chained arms.

"That was - unfortunate for you Brittany, but entertaining for us. Good job Mike." Janice by this time was by my side, helping me up, and stroking my hair. "As you can see, we can cause both pleasure and pain with electricity, and it behooves you to be a good girl when you're working here. Mike was kind of mean, shocking you for a bit longer than I thought he would, so a reward for you. I typically don't let new girls cum for quite some time, but I think you earned it today. I encourage you to have the orgasm, because it'll be your last for quite some time." I didn't notice because I was so focused on Miser M, but Janice had snuck behind me and was loosening the gag strap while Mister M was speaking. Mister M looked at me, smiled, and pressed a button on the remote. A moan escaped my lips, which was quickly muffled by the ball that was wedged between my teeth from behind. I opened up to let her properly apply it, figuring there was no point in resisting, and Janice buckled it just as snug as Mister M, giving me no slack. I was kind of happy, as the vibrations on my pussy were rather intense, and it gave me something to bite down on. I looked over, and Mister M and Mike were both just staring at me. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling between my legs. Apparently Mister M didn't like this, because no sooner were my eyes closed and I was starting to enjoy my vibrations then a quick zap to my pussy came.

"MMMFFF" was about all that came out.

"Eyes open sweetie. We want you to watch us watching you get off."

I opened my eyes, looked them, pleading, but kept them open. God, this belt could give intense vibrations. If I was good and avoided the shocking half of the belt, it wasn't really so bad. I was humiliated even more, being controlled, this way, bound and gagged in the corner with my pussy feeling some of the most intense pleasure it ever felt. Mister M and Mike took seats in the corner opposite me, engaged in conversation I could neither hear, nor give a shit about given my current predicament. Janice also stepped back to a seat alone opposite Mike and Mister M, and I was unsure really what she was doing. I did my best to ignore the audience, and focus on the vibrations between my legs. This little toy was going to be the end of me if Mister M intended to use it regularly. I chewed into my ballgag, and before long I felt myself start to shake from the pleasure. I screamed into the gag, but all that came out was a subdued moan. Mister M and Mike looked over to me, and I could feel myself turning red, embarrassed, my legs giving out from the intense pleasure. They ignored me, as I worked my way through my first orgasm, approaching my second.

"Pfffffmm Mfffter M, tmmmfn iff phmfff!" was about all that came from my plea for relief from the torment. By the time I was shaking my way through my second orgasm, Mike and Mister M got around to getting up, and standing in front of me, watching me cum non stop.

"Sorry pet. I couldn't understand you. Turn up the vibe?" Mr. M grinned, holding the remote up and pressing a button on it. The vibrations became even more intense. I could feel tears welling up, and I threw my head back in frustration. Mr. M didn't approve of this, as a sharp pain between my legs made me jump and scream into my gag.

"Now now, we had this chat. Eyes forward, eyes open." I looked into his eyes, frustrated, and instead of malice, almost saw a hint of affection, mixed with a lot of amusement and pride in controlling my body the way he was. I pulled at my chains, hoping for any kind of relief, my next orgasm quickly approaching. Mister M looked to Mike, then back at me. "What do you think Mike, how many more times do you think we should make her cum?"

"Oh, I don't know. How much time do you have? Maybe - 2 more?"

"I have lots of time Mike, lots of time to leave her dangle and cum. Or not cum." Mister M turned his gaze to me.

"Tell you what. Let's leave it to Brit over here." Mister M held up the remote for both myself, and Mike to see. "As you can see, there's a read out here, in red with a number. As I told you, the belt has built in wetness, hormone, and heart rate monitors. Between the zapper as I like to call it, and the vibe, it can keep a girl on edge for hours, if not days. Bringing her close to cumming, bringing her down. Over and over again. Rumor has it that this belt can literally make a girl insane, although I've never pushed one that far. Number in red, is how many orgasms you'll be denied by the belt in automatic mode. If the number turns green, you'll be allowed the next one." Mister M at this point pulled out a pair of dice from his pocket, along with a set of what looked like grabbers attached to a chain.

"You have the opportunity right now to prove yourself a bit, as well as make some money. You have no say in at least up to 6 denied orgasms. I'm going to roll one die, and the number that comes up is the number of orgasms you'll be denied." I groaned into my gag, subconsciously tugging at my restraints as a bead of drool seeped past my lips.

"They always hate leaving life to chance, till I put money in front of them. Then it seems like they turn to gamblers Mike. Where you can make money - is twofold. Number one. I love those tits of yours. Do you know what nipple clamps are pet?"

I shook my head no, having a feeling what he was about to say, and not liking what I was anticipating. He reached over to the desk, and held up the grabbers with the chain.

"These are Japanese nipple clamps. They come in different sizes, shapes, functions, and types, but the premise of their function is the same - pinching nipples. These ones are particularly nasty - they pull harder as weigh, or tugging is applied. Your perky nips are just begging for some clamps. We have ones that are adjustable for pressure, but these are not. To apply them, I squeeze the sides like so, and they open. If I want to punish you, I'd put them extremely close to the tip - I'm told that hurts like hell. General wear, I put them back as far as I can to the base of the nipple. They hurt a bit when they're put on, but get more tolerable as time progresses. They increase the sensitivity of your nipples, especially to anything touching the chain. Most girls find them tolerable after a few times wearing them, except when they're removed. The blood rushes back to the nipple, causing pain again for a minute or two, until it subsides. I think your perky tits would look great adorned with these, and I'll pay you $50 bucks to wear them for the remainder of your denied orgasms with a light weight on the chain."

Fifty bucks wasn't anything to pass at, but man those things looked evil. But he wasn't done.

"Now. I'm a gambling man, are you a gambling lady?"

"Nmmf mfffr M"

"Hmm. Well, you may be in a minute. As I said, I'm going to deny you up to 6 orgasms, there's nothing you can do about it. But , you can earn more money. If you want, I can roll a second die. I'll pay you $150 to add the two numbers together, resulting in more denied orgasms. You may increase the count obviously from a max of 6, to a max of 12."

Now he had my attention, up to 200 bucks for some short discomfort, tempting.

"Or, we can make things really interesting. I'll pay you $500 to multiply the numbers. That could be as few as 6 denied orgasms, or as many as 36. So, between the nipple clamps, and more denied orgasms if you think you can think you can handle it - you have the potential to earn $550 today. What do you want to do?"

The whole time standing here, listening to the options, Mister M left the vibe running, so that I was horny as hell, but still hadn't cum. I wanted to cum again, but, that was a ton of money. Nipple clamps looked bad, but if they were going to force them on me anyways for free down the road, it made sense to get paid to suffer in them now. After all, fifty bucks is fifty bucks. The bigger question was the burning in my loins. While I was debating I was lost in my own world, till I felt an increasing pressure on my nipples. When I focused on what was going on in front of me, Mister M was staring at me with a smile, pinching my tits, and gently pulling away.

"So sweet tits, what'll it be? Let's start with the clamps. Do you want nipple clamps?" I looked him in the eyes, lowered mine, and nodded my head in agreement.

"Swell. Now, the dice. Do you want to multiply, add, or neither?"

I really wanted neither, but the odds of me getting a shitty number weren't too high, and five hundred bucks is a lot of cash. But, 36 denied orgasms, shit that's a lot. I spoke based on money, not on logic and reason.

"Mufflifplg Mffr M" As I said it, or at least tried to, a trickle of drool flowed further, past my ballgag, down my chin, and towards my breast.

"EXCELLENT! A gambling lady always makes things interesting. Just so the cameras, and me are right - flip me the bird with your left hand if you want to wear the nipple clamps."

This was my chance to back out, but again the money came into the forefront of my mind. I flipped him the bird with my left hand.

"Good, good. Now, flip me off with your right hand, if you want me to roll two die, multiply their numbers, and deny you the total number of orgasms."

Again, thinking with my wallet, I flipped him off with the right hand.

"Excellent. Let's get these clamps on." Mister M took the nipple clamps, and walked over to me, grabbing a hold of my left breast. He squeezed the nipple, pulling it away from my body. "Eyes on mine pet. I love the look of when a girl is clamped for the first time." I raised my eyes from watching what he was doing to my tit, to looking at his face. This resulted in a smile, before I felt gradually increasing pressure behind his hand. It started to hurt, almost to the point it was unbearable. He removed his hand, and the pressure kept climbing. I must have had a concerned look on my face, because he chuckled out loud, as he grasped the other tit. "That. That's the look I've come to love. The o shit, holy fuck this sucks look. Now for the other."

Mister M grabbed and pulled the other nipple, applying the clamp, and releasing his grip. I tugged at my cuffs for freedom to move, thus jingling the chain now connecting the evil clamps on my nipples, which felt odd against my body. They hurt, not unbearable, but I wanted them off, now.

"Now now, those cuffs aren't coming off, nor at the clamps. We had an agreement remember?" Mister M traced the chain with his hand, gently, but firmly putting a bit of pressure on it. I was shocked, and a bit aroused by how powerful the feelings were as a result, which he also must have picked up on.

"Yes, pet, as I mentioned, your nipples will be more sensitive, and anything I do with these little clamps translates tenfold to those nips. Watch." Mister M flicked one of the clamps, to which I screamed out in pain, and jumped as much as my chains would allow. "See? Pain, or pleasure. That's what my estate is about, the balance between pain, and pleasure. Speaking of..." Mister M held up a small weight with a spring clip, and he approached my tits.

"MMMMNNN. PFMMFFF NFFFFF!!!" was about all that came out past my ballgag besides more drool. I was crying by this point, Mike standing in the wings, just watching my poor nipples be abused.

"Now now pet, we add the weight, then we roll the dice. You're in luck today, I'm feeling nice. I won't drop the weight, I'll gently release it if you calm down." Drop the weight - shit, he's fucking crazy I thought to myself. That sadistic idea hadn't even crossed my mind. I took a deep breath, and tried to regain my composure, not moving, and staring him in the eye.

"Good." He slowly lowered the weight after clipping it on the chain, and I could feel the increased pressure on my poor nipples. I wasn't sure this was worth the $50 bucks anymore. "Now, to roll the dice." Mister M picked up 2 die for me, holding them up in an extravagant fashion to show me that they were indeed standard, non-gimmicked six sided die. I held my breath as he shook his hand and let them fly down on to the dice. My heart skipped a beat as the first one stopped on a 3. The second rolled a bit, and teetered on the edge between a 1 and a 3. I gasped through my ballgag, as the die flipped towards the six side. 18. 18 fucking orgasms denied. I tugged into my restraints without even realizing it, frustrated, moaning audibly to my gag.

"Ha - I can tell by your response to the die you're not too enthused. Poor thing. Mike, that's going to take a while for her to...shake out I'd guess. I'll give you two options. As I said, the safety and security of my estate and girls is paramount. You're welcome to sit here, hang out, and wait till she's done fighting those orgasms. Or, we can affix you with a security device, and let you roam the estate within reason. I know there's girls out by the pool and hot tub which you'd be welcome to use, and I could explain further should you choose this route."

"Yea - that sounds like fun. Girls in swimsuits and a pool definitely is more attractive then watching her get tortured. What do you have in mind from a security standpoint."

"Well, for one, they'll be naked. Some may have belts and/or restraints on, but that'd be the extent. Two, you'd be welcome to blow and fuck any of them that are willing. Security - you may or may not have noted some lights by the doors in the estate. They're colored LED's. Security is simple, and works the same way for you as my girls. Red, you may not enter, green, you may. You'll find the lounge, outdoor pool area, restroom, kitchen, and a few others will be green. The majority of the rest will be red. We'll lock on you a collar - your choice either a neck collar, or a ball collar, which responds to the security zones I have set. If you approach an unauthorized area, you'll get a tingle shock as a warning to turn back. Continue, and you'll receive an incapacitating jolt, which will drop you to your knees. Continue again, shock goes up and will render you unconscious. Pretty straight forward really, don't go where you're not supposed to, you're fine, with one exception. Second floor you will not get a warning. Stairs are red. They lead to amongst other things, the girls private space. Go near the stairs, which are at the opposite end of the house and nowhere near where you should be, you'll be immediately knocked unconscious. Should you be with a girl looking for somewhere private, the color on the door will indicate the most restrictive permissions. Or another way, if she's allowed and you're not, security will see the two of you in proximity, realize you're not allowed, and light red. Neither of you may continue on. Again, all the girls are familiar with this functionality, and it should not present an issue. One final thing. All my girls have security devices which you, nor any casual guest would know is there. Violate a girl, she triggers security. You'll be incapacitated, knocked on conscious, and punished in a way I can assure you, no man would want. But, I know that'd never be an issue with you. So, what's your choice? Stay here with her, or the pool?"

"Seems pretty straight forward and idiot proof. Don't go where I'm not allowed, no issues, otherwise party with hot chicks."

Mister M smiled at Mikes synopsis, both ignoring the dull vibration in my cunt, and me swinging in the breeze still in my restraints. "Excellent synopsis Mike, I assume then you want the collar and the girls. Which are you choosing - balls or neck. Both function the same. Balls aren't entirely unpleasant, nor is the neck. Just so you're aware, this room then will be off limits to you. Once you're friend here is done, we'll come get you, let you both clean up, and send you on your way."

"Yea, um, that's fine. I'll go with the ball I think. Do I have to be naked, or do ya'll have some trunks around I could wear?"

"No no, if you want trunks and a towel, we got some loaners. Janice be a dear, get a ball security device, along with some trunks and a towel for Mike here. I'll get Brittany situated in the mean time."

"Sure thing Mister M". Janice headed out, while Mister M stood up, controller in hand. OK sweetie. 18 orgasms. Since I'm still in a somewhat nice mood, looking at your pretty body, I'll let you cum on 19 instead of totally depriving you, but I'll let you know it's outta character for me. I'd much prefer letting you go home frustrated to see just how secure that belt really is. Now, watch, as I set the counter to 18, allowing release on 19."

Mister M held the remote up so I could see him punch in the numbers. The display turned red, showing the number 18, with an LED noting to deny instead of allow, and that cumming is permitted when the counter hits 0. I settled in as the vibes started to go, wondering how long the agony would take.

Mister M opened a drawer, pulling out a piece of black nylon. "One more thing. I have some work to do, we need to get Mike situated, and I don't need any distractions. Plus, it'll let you focus on your little clitty there, and the feelings running in it. This is your introduction to hoods. It's a type of spandex called darlex. Breathable , but it has a section sewn thicker to act as a blindfold. Once under employ here, it's leather hoods." I started to cry, shaking my head, pulling at my cuffs, not wanting anymore of this, which only led me to feel more helpless because of course, I couldn't move.

"Now now, remember, you asked for, agreed to, and are being compensated for this. Suck it up, you'll be fine." With that, he rolled the hood over my head, and my world went black. My tits were still shaking a bit from strugging, which then in turn moved that weight between them. Just as I was going blind from the hood, I saw Janice walking back in with items in hand, and Mike loosening his belt. I could hear what was going on, but I was blind to the world at this point, resigned to my restraints and torture. My only hope was to try and keep track of how many orgasms I was denied to pass the time.

I could hear them giving instruction to Mike. So much for an escort. Guys always think with the wrong head. "OK Mike. Pretty simple. These two halves wrap around your balls, and fasten with a proprietary screw restricted to this estate. As a further precaution, this band wraps around, and locks on with a tiny padlock, again keyed restricted to this estate. For legal precaution, please look at the camera, and expressly agree or disagree to wear the security device, in exchange for the ability to wander the estate."

"I willingly accept wearing the device locked around by balls as a means for security in order to use some of the facilities on the estate."

Now I could hear Janice talking. "Great Mike, now that we have that sorted out, please spread your legs wide so we can get this fitted." I couldn't see a damn thing, nor hear much, but I hear some rustling, some movement, followed by a click of a padlock. Just as the padlock clicked, I was shaken hard by my first of the 18 orgasms. I struggled into my chains, throwing me had back and biting hard onto the gag as the pain from the lock on my tits reminded me it was there. After a few minutes it subsided, and I heard more chatter from Mike and Mister M. 17 left.

"There we go. All set. Now remember the security rules, green is ok, red is not. What the girls say goes - no means no immediately, yes means have fun. Once you leave this room, you won't be permitted re-entrance till Britt here is done. We'll summon, or come find you when that happens."

"Got it, thanks. Good luck Britt, have fun. Take your time; this place is full of hot women." Was all I heard other than the door open, footsteps, and a door closing.


Part 2 (added: 2016/10/20)

17 more orgasms to be denied. I pulled at my restraints, but of course they didn't give at all. I bit into the gag in frustration, annoyed at my predicament. I felt myself getting close to the edge again, only to be greeted with a shock to the pussy and the vibrations stopping. I groaned into my gag, and I could have sworn I heard a quiet snicker from nearby, but blinded by the hood I had no way to tell if there was anyone even still in the room with me.

Restrained as I was, every frustrated move, every shake of my hips for any kind of friction and release was met with pain in my nipples as the weight swung on the chain connecting the clamps brutally pinching them. I felt myself getting close to the edge again, then of course the zap keeping me from release and bringing me down. 16 more. Or was it 15? I couldn't tell anymore, and the span of time to follow was a blur of drool, moaning, nipple pain, and sexual frustration. By the time I was actually allowed release it felt like an eternity. I felt myself getting close to the edge, and expected to be shocked back into submission, but instead the vibe kept going. I finally got release, and boy did I release. At that moment in time, I was happy I was chained and gagged. I screamed so loud into the gag that without it I'd probably have woke the dead, but all that came out was a muffled cry. I shook harder than I have before, chains rattling. It felt good to finally cum, and oddly the tugging and shaking on my nipples from the clamps and weight actually felt good. Just as the waves of my orgasm were ending, I felt another build up. I had never experienced two orgasms in a row like that, but let me tell ya it was something everyone should get to experience. I shook again, moaning, rattling, shaking in my restraints. The second orgasm felt as good as the first, but lasted a lot shorter. As I was catching my breath after the second, I heard a beep, and all sensations between my legs finally came to an end.

I quickly felt hands at my neck, and the hood was rolled up over my head and pulled away. I blinked in the bright light, as I had been trapped in the dark for so long. I can only imagine what I must have looked like, as I felt disgusting. I felt sweat and cum between my legs, possibly on my thighs. My hair was matted down for sure, as I knew I had to have been sweating under that hood. I felt drool all over my face as well.

"My my, don't you look like you just had a lovely time" Master M said.

Not even thinking about the gag, I repled. "mnph nph mmph nnmmnmmph mmnmph". Of course as I said it, even more drool spilled out, this time flinging its way down to my tits with no hood to stop it.

"Let's get you down and cleaned up pet." He said. I looked down as he reached over, first to my left nipple and released the clamp. I bit down on my gag hard, groaning very loud. I started to shake from the pain, as he reached over and repeated the process with the right one.

"That's the blood returning to your nipples sweetie. A lot of the girls agree that they hurt way more coming off than they do going on."

I then watched as he went in the desk, grabbing the remote he used to string me up here and pushed a button on it. The motors spurred back to life, putting slack in the chains that held my legs spread and my arms over my head. I slumped a bit at the slack, not realizing just how spread and how tight I'd been kept. Master M came over, walked behind me, and unbuckled the gag. It popped out of my mouth, and as he pulled it away a trail of drool followed.

"Thank you Master M. My mouth was getting really tired."

"I can imagine. Hush now, we'll get you freed here and you can go clean up." With that, he bent down and released my legs from the chains, then followed up with releasing my wrists from the spreader bar above me. It felt odd to be freed after being tied up as long as I was. That apparently was going to be short lived though.

"Hands together in front please."

I put my hands out, and they were connected with a six inch piece of chain, locked to each cuff. It gave me some mobility, but was a reminder I wasn't the one in control. He reached over to the tweezer clamps that had been hanging from my collar, and I instinctively started to back up, not wanting any more pain on my poor nips. A quick tingle to my cunt stopped me in my tracks.

"Good girl. Stay still. You have no say in this. I'm feeling nice and I know your tits are tender, so I'll put them on light."

"Thank you Master M." First the left nipple was captured, and the ring slid down on the clamps. I was relieved he stopped a lot shorter than he did initially, quickly following with the right. A leash was clipped to my collar, and I paid a large amount of attention to follow him, as I didn't want any more pain in my chest. We walked out of the office, to the right and down a hallway to a nice door. Any concern of modesty was long gone at this point, as all I was thinking about was getting washed up. As I approached, I noticed the light on the side of the door went from red to green.

We walked through the door, and it was a nice bathroom. A very large, walk in shower with a bench was on one side. It had a rain showerhead over top, with multiple heads in the side. A toilet, sink, and large vanity were also in the room. Mister M reached into his pocket, and I saw him move a bit. A beep came from my belt, and he reached forward and swung the locking plate down and away. He walked behind me, and I felt him working in the back of the belt. Next I saw him kneel down, and remove the cuffs from my ankles, before he walked around front and repeated the process with my wrist cuffs.

"All your restraints are off; belt and collar both are unlocked. Feel free to shower, use the toilet and clean up. You may remove your clamps and collar, however when you leave this bathroom I fully expect your collar and clamps back on. I also want you gagged and handcuffed. You'll find both in the top drawer of the vanity. The door will not open until your belt is firmly locked, so be sure to lock that before you cuff yourself again. Take your time, enjoy!"

Master M walked away, closing the door behind him and the light on the inside next to it turned red, followed by a click which I presumed was the lock keeping me prisoner in the bathroom until I locked up my pussy again. My hands immediately went to the nipple clamps, pulling them off. Not as bad removing them this time, as they were on a lot looser. Collar came next. It felt good, and strange to be free of all those damn restraints. I sat down on the toilet to have a quick pee, and then hopped in the shower. The shower felt good on my muscles which were sore and achy from being stretched and stressed for so long. I took my time cleaning up - I didn't realize just how much of a mess I was. The rain shower head was fantastic; I'd never had the chance to experience one of those before. I wrapped up, and toweled off. It was so nice to be free, I wasn't really looking forward to being restrained again, but it was what I had signed up for. I walked over to the counter where I had left the collar, and wrapped it around my neck again; just as snug as when it was removed. I felt the hasp, but realized no lock was left to be placed in it. I moved on to the wretched clamps. I put them on, sliding the ring down as far as Master M had it, or as far as I could recall. Let's see - what next. I had to gag myself, cuff myself, and lock up my pussy again. I opened the drawer, and saw a few ballgags of different colors, along with a large quantity of handcuffs. I recalled what Master M had said about the colors, and recalled I'd been wearing the smaller blue one.

I wanted to try the red, and figured it may show a desire to do my best, so I picked it up and wedged it between my teeth. It didn't appear to be vastly larger than the other, but it definitely stretched my jaw further. I pulled the straps under my hair, buckling them as tight as I felt they should be. I pushed on the ball with my tongue, and while there was some movement, I couldn't dislodge it so I assumed I had done it correctly. I looked at all the cuffs in the drawer, and saw a curious pair with a hinge in the middle instead of a chain. I grabbed those out of the bin, and locked it snug around my left wrist. I was about to lock up my right wrist, when I recalled that I had to close the belt otherwise I may not be able to lock the belt like I was supposed to. I reached behind my back, and released the catch holding the plate by my rear, swinging it forward between my legs. It felt weird to do all of this to myself, but it was part of the deal I guess. I pulled the plate up, gently nuzzling the evil black nub where it was supposed to be, before snapping the lock shut. Upon doing so, I heard a beep followed by a click. I turned around and noticed the light on the door was green instead of red. I tugged at the belt, and it was firmly locked shut. Only thing left to do was to cuff myself and head out. I was about to lock the second cuff around my wrist in front of me, but had a last minute change of heart, fearing disappointment from Mister M. I placed my hands behind my back, and with some effort managed to lock the second cuff snug behind my back. I paused for a moment, noticing my reflection in the half length mirror accompanying the vanity. Staring back at me was what should have been a young professional, with a business degree in finance. Smart, witty, and a hard worker - I should have seen a confident woman in a business suit in that mirror. Instead looking back I saw a young, nervous girl, what I considered heavily restrained (albeit at that time I had no clue just how restrained a person could end up), that was a mix of nervous of what was to come, and a bit excited at the prospect. I was confused at the reflection, as it wasn't what I thought I wanted for myself, yet I wasn't totally opposed to it either. I looked hot with the collar and gag, chest out. I was a bit proud at my figure, and that I managed to figure out a way to work off my college debt instead of defaulting. After the obligatory tug to see if I could slide my wrists out, I walked over to the door and exited.

I turned down the hall, and saw a few girls walking down towards me. Both were bound the same way, similar to me. Both had on metal full slave collars and chastity belts with two inch red ballgags strapped tight in their mouths. Tighter than I had strapped mine actually, which gave me a bit of concern. Their arms were folded behind their backs, and as we passed I noticed a large piece of leather buckled around their arms holding them there, with straps around their upper arms preventing them from sliding them out the sides. They looked extremely restrictive, yet oddly comfortable. Both girls looked at me, smiling behind their gags and nodding their heads in acknowledgement. I did the same in return, and continued on to Mister M's study. I turned around so that I could grab the door handle with my bound wrists, and after checking the security light to ensure it was green, I entered. Mike had returned, clothed, chatting with Mister M. Both paused when I walked in, to give me a look over.

"Wow Britt. I still can't get over the fact of how hot you look in that stuff, and that you even let it happen to you." Mike said. I felt myself turning a bit red again at the comment, a bit embarrassed at his attention.

"You do look lovely. I admire your attempt at the bigger ballgag as well, that was quite ambitious. Oh - and hinged handcuffs, my my you do like to try to please. The gag is a bit loose, but other than that, well done. Let's get you ready to go home shall we? You can see your clothes are on the desk. Well, most of them. Given your choice of attire to come here, your belt wouldn't be concealed too well under that clothing, so Mike and I agreed you should probably head right home and not stop anywhere till you can adjust your wardrobe. You didn't seem like the type to me to want to advertise your belt, and Mike agreed. Given that, Mike and I also agreed that you probably wouldn't need those panties given your metal ones, nor the bra. Bra was mostly for his benefit, something about your lovely tits.

As he was saying this, he was behind me fiddling with the strap on the ballgag. I felt him unbuckle it and start to pull on the strap instead of release it. I loosened my bite on it, and I could feel him pull it tighter than I had had it. After, he reached down and unlocked my handcuffs, before removing the nipple clamps and collar.

"Gag stays in, but please get dressed." I couldn't believe Mike. Some nerve deciding that I couldn't even wear a bra. I was looking forward to covering up, but with my choice in attire, it'd almost not even feel like it. I walked over the desk, and put on my top first, pulling it down over my chest. It covered my breasts, but a quick look and you could see nipples and full cleavage right through it. Nothing that I could do about it now, but I wish I'd have chose my attire a bit more wisely. I grabbed the skirt, bending over giving Mister M a nice view as I slid it up my body. I pulled it up to my waist, before buckling the hasp. What a joke, and a sight I must have made. Between the large amount of the belt showing, and my cleavage trying to rip through the mostly transparent top, the clothing I was wearing did little to hide what modesty I had left.

"Lovely. Should make for a fun ride home, especially for any truckers passing by. Remember to keep your eyes on the road Mike. Can't have you harming this beauty before she's mine."

"Will do Sir." Mike replied.

"OK Brittany. You can take that nice red ballgag home with you if you want to practice wearing it. If not, no biggie, but you'll be wearing it at least to the car. You and Mike can argue if it comes off once you leave the property. How many weeks do you need to get your affairs in order before you return? Furniture, apartment, family, friends, etc.?"

"Fmmmr weefns mfrir" was about all that escaped around the red ball in my mouth, drool starting to find its way down towards my top.

"Four weeks, excellent. As you know, that belt stays locked tight till your back. I've taken the liberty of setting the wakeup cycle for you, at 8a. If you have a job you need to wrap up, just call Janice back and she can adjust the time for you from here. Any other questions?"

"Mnnn Mffir"

"Great. It's settled then. Four weeks from today a car will be at your place to pick you up. Janice will call a week prior to discuss time, and address any further questions you may have. This way please."

Mister M turned and walked out of the study, towards the entrance that we came in showing us out. He stopped just shy of the door and turned to Mike and myself.

"Mike, pleasure having you here. You have quite the friend here, and I look forward to hopefully seeing you around while Brittany serves the estate."

"Thank you Sir. If the further visits are anything like this one, I'll definitely be back. The women you have here are spectacular, and quite accommodating."

Mister M chuckled out loud. "Yes Mike, they're here to serve. Brittany, good girls get on their knees, and kiss their Masters or Mistress's shoes before they leave their presence."

I looked at him inquisitively, before turning to Mike, sighing, and dropping to my knees. I put my gagged mouth first to his left shoe, before putting it to his right shoe and standing again.

"Good girl. Take care you too. See you soon Brittany!"

We walked over to Mikes car which was still parked out front where he had left it, and I hopped in the passenger seat. I reached up to remove the ballgag, but Mike batted my hands away.

"Whoa. Not so fast. Who said you could remove that?"

I paused for a quick second, before flipping him off and unbuckling it. He laughed as I pulled it out, trying to keep as much drool in my mouth as I could.

"Fuck you asshole. Agreeing with him that I can't even wear a bra home, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Britt, we're going to have to go right home anyways thanks to your lovely attire showing off that belt. Why shouldn't I get to look at those lovely tits a bit more?"

"You're such a pig!" I replied jokingly, but he was right. The car ride home was relatively uneventful, save for one trucker who Mike purposely paced to give him a view. We finally got back to my apartment, and Mike headed out right away to get beers with some of his friends. I reminded him about the forms we signed before he started bragging about all the tied up girls he probably fucked while I was being tortured. I thankfully made it into my apartment without running into any of my neighbors. I stripped down, and decided to take a long, hot bath. Stripped down being a relative term, given my current predicament of being locked in this belt. I looked in the mirror, finally getting a chance to closely examine my new hardware which was a fixture now on my body. It was actually quite nice, and well constructed. No hinges externally available to take apart and get the thing off. All the edges were rolled so there was nothing sharp to get caught on. I took a slow turn, looking at how the wire between my asscheeks spread and accentuated them. It was actually kind of hot, save for the fact that I couldn't touch myself or have sex. I hopped in for a long soak, soothing my sore body from being bound and tense for so long. I eventually hopped out, dried off, and started to plan out the next few weeks. I had to go through my wardrobe to see what would cover the belt, and what I actually could even wear.

Before committing I decided to just roll the dice, save and make as much money as possible, and dump the entire apartment. I'd put all my belongings into storage, and end my lease. Worst that happened is I would have to find someone to crash with should things not work out there, but at least I had all my belongings. Over the next month I worked to wrap up things, telling friends and family I was going on a long backpacking trip in Europe with a friend or two, staying in hostels. Bills were stopped, landlord notified, and belongings put into storage. The wakeup feature on the belt at first was nice, a soft tingle almost like a touch to wake me up. It lasted roughly five minutes, but after a few days it too became almost another means of sexual torture. Aroused every morning, yet managed to remind me of the control he had over me even though I was home. Janice called to arrange my transport, and before long the big day was here.

This was it, there was no turning back. A black Lincoln pulled up in front of my apartment to pick me up. I grabbed what I had left - which was just my purse, and headed downstairs. Pulling the door shut behind me echoed into the hall, almost like a door closing on an old chapter in my life. I knew deep down this was just the trial for a month, but leaving an empty apartment had a sense of finality to it. I bounded down the stairs, half nervous, half exited. I got to the road, and the door to the car opened from the inside. I could see Janice's warm smile, waiving me into the car. I quickly slid in, pulling the back door shut behind me.

"Hi again, happy to have you with us. You won't be needing those clothes, please remove all of them, and place them neatly on the seat."

What I didn't expect to see is the bound and gagged girl sitting across from me. She was completely naked, with a chastity belt similar to mine. Her arms disappeared behind her back, legs shackled, and a blue ballgag wedged deep inside her mouth. She must be a new girl as well - I presumed I'd soon be bound in a similar fashion. I must have looked at her for a moment too long, because before I knew it a surge of electricity went through my pussy, snapping me back to reality.

"Need I remind you that all orders are to be obeyed immediately without question, you need to maintain your pose and posture, and failure to do so will result in punishment? Not like I should have to explain it to you, but the windows on this vehicle are heavily tinted. No one will see you. The girl you seem so transfixed on is Maria, also one of our new hires. Maria, this is Brittany, Brittany, Maria. Say hello Maria."

"Mefffow Briffmgy." Came from the bound and gagged girl

"Yes Janice, I'm sorry. Nice to meet you Maria."

"It's ok dear, it's been four weeks since our last encounter. And from here on out, it's simply Head Mistress."

I proceeded to strip, first removing my top, followed by my short skirt in an effort to keep what little modesty I had left for as long of a time as I possibly could. Next came my bra, followed finally by my shoes and panties, which I stacked neatly on a pile on the seat next to me. Remembering what Janice had said, I immediately sat up straight in my seat, folding my arms neatly behind me.

"From here on out, your legs are to be spread putting your pussy on display unless they're bound in a fashion which prevents it. This applies to whether you are kneeling, sitting, or standing."

"Yes Head Mistress" I replied, spreading my legs for the woman and feeling a bit self conscious about it. Not like anything showed given the steel belt I was still locked in.

"Now turn toward the left side of the car, so I can get you a bit restrained. Mister M likes to collar all new girls personally, but that doesn't mean you can't be delivered in a suitable fashion."

I turned to face the side of the car, feeling odd at the fact that I was naked, passing cars with wives, husbands, sons, daughters, grandma's and grandpas, about to be bound and rendered helpless. At this point it felt somewhat normal to me, yet I knew deep down it was just the opposite and completely abnormal. Soon as I turned, I felt rope around my elbows, pulling them to the point they were touching before the rope was pulled in between, cinching the coils and knotted off. My wrists were free for a fleeting moment, before I felt the cold embrace of steel and Janice speaking again.

"We have your custom fit cuffs in, which I'm locking on you now. You'll note how light they are, as well as strong. We have a proprietary alloy which reduces their weight, and makes them impervious to cutting them to remove them. Only way to get them off is with the key. I felt the cuff close around my left wrist, followed by the click of a lock. The process was repeated on my right wrist, and a lock then joined them behind my back. I moved my wrists in them, and noticed they were rather light. They fit well, barely any free room to slide them up and down, yet enough room to rotate my wrists in them. They were oddly comfortable, and frighteningly secure feeling. Lost in my thoughts I was brought back to reality by a blue piece of rubber on my lips. Not wanting another shock, I opened my mouth allowing Janice to pull the ball between my front teeth. She pulled the straps around my head, carefully buckling them over my hair while she explained it'd help to keep my hair out of my face since I couldn't adjust with my hands bound. I mumbled a thank you as she buckled the gag, not taking any mercy on me being new or another female, and strapped it in just as tight as Mister M did.

Head Mistress leaned down, sliding 3 inch red pumps onto my feet, before wrapping the strap around my ankles and securing them with padlocks. Just above those followed ankle cuffs which presumably matched the wrist cuffs that I couldn't see securing my arms behind me. They were charcoal colored, with an integral brass padlock to secure them closed, as well as one O ring welded on to them. Head Mistress locked them both on, then locked a small chain between them, possibly a foot or two long. I was now bound identically to the girl in front of me. We sat in silence for the remainder of the car ride, until we reached the estate. As we pulled up I could feel my heart rate increase, both excited and nervous for what was to come. I tugged a bit at my cuffs, and Head Mistress Janice happened to notice.

"Excited pet? Don't worry, we'll get you collared and serving soon enough." The car rolled up to the front door, and Head Mistress exited the towncar. She waived, and I was next to exit. I shimmied across the seat, as it was hard to move with my arms pinned behind my back and legs shackled together. I eventually got to the door, and stood up carefully as to not fall in my bound state, stepping out of the way for Maria to make a similar exit. No sooner than we exited the car did it pull off, and Head Mistress Janice came over to me as she uncoiled a length of rope.

"Temporary collar to lead you around with until we get a proper one affixed" She explained, as she looped the rope around my neck, knotting it off in front and letting the end of it dangle between my tits. The same treatment was given to Maria, and my rope leash was then given to her to hold onto. Head Mistress Janice grabbed her leash, and led her - which in turn led me into the mansion.

"You'll get a proper tour soon girls, but first we need to get you to Mister M to properly collar you, and go over your limits."

I followed Head Mistress Janice and Maria into the Mansion, around the corner and back down the hallway to Mister M's study. Once inside, Janice dropped Maria's leash, which in turn caused Maria to drop mine.

"Ok ladies. We're going to get you chained to the wall, and Mister M will be in with you shortly. Maria you first." Head Mistress Janice walked behind Maria, and untied both her elbows and her wrists. She led her by her upper arm over to a side of the study by the desk with 4 eyebolts in the wall. She knelt down, unlocking the hobble chain from between her ankles, before spreading them and attaching them to the bolts in the wall, holding her legs stretched apart with little to no movement. Next came her wrists. Head Mistress reached behind her, temporarily freeing her wrists, before pulling them outstretched and locking them tight to the eyebolts as well. Finally her ballgag was released, left to hang around her neck, and a stern reminder to keep quiet. I quickly found myself getting the same treatment, bound spread next to her, gag as a necklace hanging on the wall.

Head Mistress left, and we quietly chatted between ourselves, wondering what would happen when Mister M came in. I learned Maria was in a somewhat similar situation to me. She was in her mid 20's, and her mother had some medical expenses which she needed help with. This was Maria's way to quickly earn the money to help her family. We both tested the limits of our restraints, but as to be expected, our arms and legs were firmly now attached to the wall. Only way down was via someone with a key to our cuffs or locks. It wasn't long before Mister M came in, closing the doors behind him and walked over to us.

"Hello ladies. Happy to have you both back here, chained in front of me. Today we're going to get you going at my estate, go over your limits, and house rules. First things first, we need you both properly collared. Brittany, last chance. You have two choices. Ask me for my collar and you're property of this estate for a month. Ask me to leave, you'll be unbelted and allowed to go on your way. A car will return you from whence you came. What do you choose?"

"Please collar me Master, I wish to serve you and your estate." I heard myself reply, still wondering if this was such a bright idea.

"That makes me very happy to hear. We at the estate are happy to have you in our company." He walked forward, holding up the familiar training collar with the nipple clamps, wrapping the stiff leather around my neck before locking it on. Of course, the nipple clamps were next. God how I hated those things. He firmly snugged the ring on them, causing me to recoil a bit in my restraints at the pain.

"I'm going to have fun with those sensitive tits Britt. Your training will be quite enjoyable. Maria, you next. Same thing - you may leave, or you may ask for my collar. What do you desire?"

"Please Master, collar me. I wish to serve you and your estate." With that Maria found herself collared the same as me, nipples attached to a chain and linked to her collar.

"Good. Now that we have that out of the way, a few basic rules slaves. Number 1. You'll refer to me only as Master M, and speak to me only when explicitly given permission, or in the event of an emergency. Number 2. You're to maintain your posture unless bound in a way that prevents it. Arms folded behind, tits out, back straight, legs spread. Number 3. Your belts are linked to the house security system which we'll go over in a bit. You're required to obey it at all times. Number 4. As a slave of this house, you'll be implanted with a small, personal safety device. You have no choice in it, and it's a requirement of all who serve here. You can remove it later on if you so choose should you leave the employ of this house. We'll go over its use and rules as well. Punishments are severe for using it inappropriately."

"Now that that's out of the way, let's work on your limits. I'm going to read some things to you, and you'll tell me if they're a hard limit - meaning something you refuse to do no matter what; a soft limit - something you'd rather not do, but will if pushed; or no limit - meaning it's fair play. Speak honestly slaves, you're contractually bound by the terms of this discussion. I'll ask the limit, and each of you will reply in turn. If you're unaware of what the term means, ask. As you're both here for the 1 month trial, you have a third option on all limits, called hard but try. Hard but try means you think it's a hard limit, however would be willing to try it once. You may safeword out of it one time, and change your mind. Before we started, some entertainment for the both of you".

With that a slight hum came to life between my legs, and presumably between Maria's as well judging by the slight twinge in her face and spasm of her upper legs.

"Ready ladies?" Shit I thought to myself, I hadn't even had much time to consider what I was and was not willing to do.

"Oral sex - female" Maria replied first stating no limit, and without thinking I blurted out the same. Shit - I had to be more careful about this.

"Oral sex - male" No limit for the both of us. I didn't mind sucking a cock now and again I guess.

"Oral sex - toys and strap-ons" No limit again.

"Anal sex - male" No limit for Maria - man this girl was either an ass kisser, or loved all kinds of sex.

"Hard but try Master" I replied. I didn't want a cock in my ass, or at least I didn't think I did. But I didn't want to look inadequate next to miss kiss ass either.

"Good, a first limit, and I'm happy you're willing to try new things, even though you think you may not care for them."

"Anal sex - toys and stapons". Similar replies of no limit, and hard but try.

"Whipping , cropping, paddling, caning - no permanent marks" No limit from the both of us. I didn't think I'd really enjoy it, but I had a feeling that was the point.

"Whipping , cropping, paddling, caning - permanent marks" Hard limit from both of us.

"Typical reply ladies, but not unexpected. Let's continue."

Master M went through a ton of stuff. Video, all kinds of bondage, piercing, wax play, mummification, tattoos, branding, and some stuff I'd never even heard of. I found myself saying yes to most restraint and discipline, and no to anything permanent. I did allow piercing my nipples, as I felt it was easily reversible and heard it makes them quite a bit more sensitive and easily aroused.

"Now that we have those limits set, let's discuss the security here. All security is for your and our guests protection. It's quite simple really. The house is set up with a lit security system that responds to your belts and security devices we require all guests to wear. Next to all doors on the estate you'll see two lights - one red, one green. They're programmed on a girl by girl basis - just because one of you can go somewhere doesn't mean all of you can. If you approach the door and the light is green, you may enter. Red, you may not. Trying to enter a room you shouldn't results in a warning shock when you get close to the door. Try and enter the door, a shock to your pussy that will put you on your knees. Continue through, a stronger shock yet that will render you unconscious. I strongly, strongly, encourage you to not try to push your luck with the security system. Should two of you be present with conflicting security values, it'll show the least restrictive value, almost always a red dot. Regardless of whether or not you would be able to enter solo - if you see a red dot with two or more girls present, you'll be shocked if you try to enter. Obey the dots, you'll be fine. Guests are not allowed upstairs. Ever. Those are your private quarters amongst other things. If you need a room to have fun with a friend, stay downstairs in one of the fuck rooms we have designed for that purpose. If you feel like the security should be loosened for you, you may request it from Head Mistress and she'll bring your concern to me. Questions?"

"No Master" from both of us. I subconsciously found myself grinding my hips into the air, as the vibe built into the belt was slowly getting me more and more aroused. Bound as I was, it was just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to get me off which was frustrating me to no end.

"One final bit, then we can get to what I'd only assume are two wet pussies. Personal security devices. You both will be implanted with a small button in the side of your pointer finger. This allows you to press it, even when bound with your hands spread, or tied taped, balled, etc. In order to activate the alarm, you must press the button two consecutive times in less than 30 seconds. Doing so will send myself and Head Mistress running to your rescue. If you're off premise, an alarm will be sent via the GPS in your belt, Head Mistress and I will call your cellphone. Failure to answer will send the authorities to your location. Please take that personal security device seriously ladies. We value our privacy here, but we also value your security. False alarms are dealt with harshly. You'll be dismissed from service, any and all wages rescinded, and your name slandered everywhere we can. You won't be able to ever find a job again, I can promise you that. However, should the need arise where you are in the risk of physical harm, please don't' hesitate to use it. Keep in mind the surveillance here as well. We have plenty of footage of both of you in compromising positions that would humiliate you, and your family. Do you both understand when it's to be used, and the implications for doing so without cause?"

"Yes Master" we both replied.

"Good. Now that we have the majority of the formalities out of the way, time for some fun." Mister M walked over to me, and released me from the wall. Taking my hand he led me to the desk, which was perpendicular to the wall in the room.

"Lay down, on your back please."

I walked over to the desk, hopped up on it, and laid down on my back as I was told. He slid me up, so my shoulders were on the edge. Reaching under the desk, a board was slid out of the side to support my head. Mister M gently but firmly grabbed my right wrist, pulling it down along the side leg. I heard a click, and when I tried to move it was met with resistance. The same was done with my other arm, before he slid down to my legs. The width of the desk was such that now my head was supported off the side, but my legs hung off the other side. I looked up, and saw Mister M bend down, before I felt my leg getting pulled away towards the left side of the desk. Another click, and it was stuck there. I felt hands tugging at my other leg, and I didn't resist, allowing myself to be locked spread over the desk, completely helpless. I felt my pussy right on the edge of the desk, and I couldn't close my legs. It was fairly obvious what his intent was..or so I thought.

"Can't have one playing while the other watches." Mister M walked over to the wall, and unlocked Maria. He led her over to the end of the desk, and had her stand off to the side of me. He pulled out what I recalled as the belt remote, and pressed a button on it. I heard to beeps almost simultaneously, and felt my vibrator stop, along with hearing an audible click. Mister M then reached out to Maria's waist, and slid down the locking plate on her belt, swinging it back and somehow tucking it out of the way. He gently but firmly walked her up to me, whispering instruction in her ear. She spread her legs, and kind of waddled herself over my head. I heard more clicks, and I could feel Maria's ankles right next to my chained hands. Her pussy was inches or less from my lips, and I could smell her wetness. I saw Mister M pull her hands in front of her, before locking them to the O ring on her collar. Quite mean really, she had to hold them there, otherwise any relaxing of them would yank on her nipples.

I wasn't really into girls, but with the pussy I had inches over my mouth, I knew what was coming as well. It wasn't a limit, and who knows, maybe I'd enjoy it. I reached up and playfully flicked her wet pussy with my tongue.

"EEP". A startled little chirp came from Maria's mouth. Mister M chuckled and looked down at me. "Now now girls, we'll get to that in a moment." Mister M raised up the ballgag to Maria's mouth. From what I could see from my limited view between her thighs, it looked like she offered no resistance, opened her mouth, and let him pull it between her teeth, buckling it in tight.

"There we go, nice and quiet." I could see Mister M walk around the side of the desk, and come in front of me. I felt hands on my waist, before I felt the vibration in my pussy stop, and the shield lowered. The air hitting my freshly exposed pussy after over a month felt odd, and cold - especially with my arousal.

"OK girls. Brittany, if you haven't figured it out yet (which I'm guessing you have) you're the center of the action at the moment. Your task is to keep Maria wet for me. She can't go anywhere, so she's all yours. I'm going to fuck you while you eat her, then cage you while I give her a run as well. You're welcome to cum when and if you can, you don't have to wait for me."

I hadn't been with too many men by this point, and no women. Not that I didn't like to have sex, or appreciate it, I just chose..selectively who I was putting out to. All that was going to change here I suspected, but I welcomed it to a degree. I felt him slide in me, my pussy offering little if any resistance due to my state of arousal from that damn belt. He was gentle, easing his way in completely, before he started to pull back out again and get in a rhythm. It felt good, I did my best to fuck him well, squeezing his more than ample sized dick as he slid in. At the same time, I focused on keeping the girl hovering over me aroused. I had never ate a girl out before, but wanted to do a good job. I tried to focus on what felt good when the only guy daring enough to go down on me did so. I recalled him flicking the sides of my slit with his tongue, running it down the middle, and sucking my clit at the end. I started to lick the side of Maria's wet pussy, my first real taste of a girl ever in my life. She tasted a bit on the sweet side, not all that great, but not unpleasurable either. Before long she was gently moaning into her gag as I continued my efforts.

It was distracting to maintain my efforts on the girl above me, with the cock now slamming into me at a feverish pace. Being locked in that belt for the month, it had been a very long time since I'd had any sexual release - be it from a man, or my favorite vibrator. As his pace quickened, I became aware yet again of the clamps on my nips, due to the fact that as my tits bounced up and down, the clamps yanked over and over again. It wasn't overly painful, and actually the closer I got to an orgasm, the more arousing it was, given that it felt like someone was playfully tugging them. I found myself starting to moan as well, as I was getting closer. The girl above me I could tell was getting frustrated; as I was licking her pussy at least two times I was practically smothered. She'd tug at her chains in frustration, before lowering herself onto my face, grinding her pussy into my mouth. I had to nibble her clit both times in order to remind her I needed to breathe.

Without thinking I tried to reach out to wipe some of Maria's juices from my face, forgetting for a split second my hands were chained to the desk. This only served to heighten my arousal for some reason. Between the cock now feverishly fucking me, my level of helplessness, the tugging on my tits, and the pussy dripping onto my face I couldn't hold back anymore. My body started to shake, and I let out a loud cry as I came for the first time in a month. I could feel Master M's cock twitch, filling me at the same time. I came, and I came harder than I have in a very long time. I rode the wave as long as I could, before I felt Mister M pull out with a loud plop.

"Damn Brittany, that felt great. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, but I have a feeling based on the amount you were struggling in your chains, screaming, and shaking that you did. Let's get you up, and get Maria chained down for her turn."

I could hear Master M walk around me, and go to Maria. I heard a few clicks, and saw Maria shuffle herself off of me. I could only imagine what my hair and face must look like, but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt my hands released, and was finally able to see the cock that had just fucked me. It was odd, having sex with someone and never really getting a good look at all of them. None the less, he was well endowed as it felt, and quite skilled as well. Master M gently helped me sit up, before unlocking my ankles from the desk and helping me stand.

"Good girl, please spread your legs, and put your hands behind your back. I'm in a good mood right now so I won't punish either of you ladies, but this is a warning to remember your posture. I did as I was told, and immediately spread my legs not wanting to get my nipples abused or something worse. Master M slid the locking plate between my legs, before locking up my pussy again. I was not expecting that, hoping to be able to wash up first. He then went behind me, and locked both of my wrists behind my back. Almost immediately a blue ball was presented to my lips. I groaned audibly, to which I got a quick zap to my cunt.

"Behave girl, and open your mouth" I did as I was told, and wretched ball was firmly strapped in my mouth. God I hated these things. They were uncomfortable, they made you drool, and they made your jaw sore. But, there was nothing I could do, as it was what I agreed to. Plus being bound with my wrists behind my back, unstrapping it was impossible.

"Go put yourself in the cage slave, while I get Maria situated. I'll be there to lock you in momentarily. "

I walked over to the cage, not really wanting to go in it, but obediently reached down with my restrained hands and opened the door. The cage was small to the point I had to get on my knees, and crawl in backwards as there was no room to turn around once in it. Once I was in, I realized I couldn't reach the door to close it in my bound state, so instead I just sat there. Tits out, legs spread waiting to be locked in. This all felt odd to me, willingly letting myself get chained, caged, and fucked at the whim of someone else. Yet, I was enjoying it. I didn't feel endangered, or that any harm would come to me. While I was pondering my new way of life for the next month, Maria was getting restrained to the desk. She was bent over it face down, facing me. She was still gagged. From what I could tell, her legs were spread on the far side, chained to the legs of the desk. Her hands were bound to the legs on the other side, strapping her face down rather firmly. Her poor tits were crushed into the desk, no doubt even more painful with her nipples still in those clamps. Master M walked around the desk, and matter of factly closed the door, and snapping a lock to secure me in. I then watched as he walked around the back of her, gently pressing against her. Her eyes became wide in surprise briefly as he entered, her expression however turned to one of pleasure as she finally was getting the sex she probably needed as bad as I did. Drool started to escape from her ballgagged lips, falling to the floor and creating a puddle.

She smiled at me behind her gag as he started to build a tempo with her, and it didn't take her long to start to shudder in her restraints. I watched the look on her face, her eyes glazing over and rolling back as she started to cum. She let out a slow, low, constant gurgle and moan into her gag as she tensed. Her body eventually went limp after a minute or two, slumping down onto the desk.

"Exquisite slaves, beautiful getting to fuck the two of you. Time to get you ladies cleaned up. We have some chores that need doing as well, and then you'll be attending a party I'm hosting tonight."

Master pulled out of Maria, again with a similar loud plop. He walked around the front of her, still erect from not cumming a second time with her, and released her hands from the desk. However before unlocking her ankles, he pulled her hands behind her back, and clipped them together with a padlock. He then reached down and released her ankles before helping her stand up. He reached between her legs, and swiftly pulled the locking strap between her legs, locking it shut. She groaned into her gag as her pussy was relocked, pulling on her cuffs behind her back.

"Ok ladies, I'm assuming you'd like to get cleaned up. No point in a leash so follow me."

He turned and exited the study, with myself and Maria following closely behind still gagged, cuffed, and belted. We exited to the right, walking down the large marble and wood hallway that I had recalled from my initial meeting, past a few doors before Master M came to a halt.

"Ladies, the door here is to a bathroom, reserved for my girls - primarily for cleaning under their belts. Multiple girls can always enter at a time; however you may not always have access, so as I told you when you started, be mindful of the security light. When you enter, your belts will unlock to allow for cleaning. Feel free to remove whatever restraints you're able to, just be sure they're replaced at least a strict before you exit. You should also note that once you open your belts, the door will lock behind you. No one will be permitted entrance or exit, save for me or Janice until your pussies are securely locked up again. This is for your own safety and well being. Take your time ladies, and when you exit make your way up to the private quarters where you should be able to find Janice. She'll give you instructions on sleeping arrangements, as well as get you and the rest of the girls situated for tonight with your assignments."

Maria and I got close to the door, and the light next to it lit green. I turned around to manipulate the doorknob with my bound hands, swinging it open and walking through. Maria followed, and managed to easily swing the door closed again with her bound hands. No sooner did it latch, then 3 clicks echoed through the marble lined room, signaling the door locking and our belts unlocking.

"Pweef get mff gmm ouffa my mff." I tried to say.

"Mfff on yrrm kneff." Came from Maria. I dropped to my knees, and she turned around and carefully backed up so her hands could reach the buckle on my ballgag. I could feel her running her hands down the strap, and I wasn't quite sure what she was doing. After a few seconds, I felt a couple of tugs, and the tension around my face releasing. She pulled the gag out gently, and it popped with a bit of drool in trail.

I quickly stretched my jaw - man how I hated that thing.

"Can you take off these damn nipple clamps too? My tits are on fire." Maria walked around to the front of me and reached down to my nipple clamps. She gently tugged, forgetting about the sliding rings that held them on. I groaned and recoiled back.

"Smmfry." She then slid the rings back, away from my nipples, releasing pressure and letting them fall away. The pain was intense as the blood rushed back to my sore nips.

"Thank you - let me help you outta your stuff." We swapped places, and I reached behind my back to release her gag. I quickly unbuckled it, and pulled it away from her face.

"Thanks - did you happen to catch how many holes were used so you can strap it back in equally as tight when we're done?"

"Shit, no I didn't even think of that. I guess that's what you were doing with mine huh?"

"Yep. Oh well, yours was 10 holes free, with the buckle in the 11th. We can strap mine in just as tight. I know how it felt, so we should be able to get it close."

"You want your nipples freed?" I asked.

"Yea, if you don't mind. It's gonna suck putting them back on, but I really need a break from these awful things." I reached around to the front of her, sliding the tightening rings away from her nipples as best as I could, before peeling her nipples off the tweezers.

"This is quite the bathroom huh?" I asked

"Yea - tell me about it. Elaborately decorated, yet no privacy." Looking around the room there was a large walk-in shower with multiple shower heads and controls, presumably to facilitate multiple girls getting cleaned up at once. On the opposite wall were 4 toilets. The curious part was that there were no walls dividing them. I walked over and it looked like each one doubled as a bidet as well, presumably so the bound women such as us could clean up without a wipe. Thoughtful, yet obnoxious.

"Bound as we are, I think we're going to have to wash each other."

"Yea, definitely. Can you drop my belt for me, I need to pee."

"Yea, same here."

I walked in front of Maria, turning and reaching back to release the hasp that kept the locking plate in front of her. The belt swung down, and she spread her legs out wide. I walked behind her, grabbed a hold of the plate, and clipped it to the back side. She then reached behind her, and did the same for me.

"OK, I guess pee quick then shower? I don't know how we're going to get cleaned up with our hands locked behind us. I have a feeling we'll have to wash each other." Maria said

"Yea, sounds like a plan."

We both sat down next to each other. I had a bit of stage fright, as my girl friends (well, the few I have anyways) and I never pee together. It was odd for me to pee so ..openly, let alone with my hands chained behind my back. Maria finished up before me, and I heard a hiss from her direction, quickly followed by a quiet "eep". My guess is that she found the bidet feature. I wrapped up, and could feel a button behind me. I pressed it, and felt warm water hit both my pussy and ass at the same time.

I looked over to Maria who was standing up. "That was a first. Peeing next to a stranger in the open, and then using a bidet. Shower time?"

"Yea - I need to get cleaned up for sure."

The shower felt good, but at the same time it was quite a challenge in our bound states, each girl having to wiggle around quite a bit to allow for the other to cover all of her body while our hands were locked behind us. Maria worked to wash me, washing my body and hair before moving between my legs. It felt odd having someone else clean me, especially there, but she did a great job as only a woman would know how to do. Once she was done with me I returned the favor, scrubbing her down from head to toe.

Sadly we got done with the shower, and it was time to re-restrain each other, and head upstairs. I dropped down to my knees next to Maria, and let her put the horrible ball back in my mouth. She pulled the straps around behind my head, and started to pull them snug over my hair. At first I thought I wouldn't like it, but it was kind of nice to keep my hair out of my way. I opened wide, and I could feel her counting the holes again as she buckled it equally as snug as before.

"How is that, you ok?"

"Mfff" was about all that came out.

"Sorry, I have to do up those nipple clamps again while you're down there." I shook my head, knowing there wasn't really any choice in the matter. She reached back, and gently put a nipple in one of the tweezers, sliding the ring down and slowly pinching my nipple before repeating the process on the other. It hurt. It wasn't unbearable, but I definitely hated it. Gagged and clamped again, I stood up so that Maria could relock the chastity belt. She walked behind, releasing the holding clip on the locking plate. It swung down, and I spread my legs as she circled back around me, pulling it snug between my legs.

"You ok, comfortable, nothing pinching?"

It was nice of her to ask. I nodded, and she pressed the plate against the hasp, locking it in place. She gently tugged and it didn't give. I was relocked up... .

Time to get Maria situated. I she knelt down, and I held the blue ball to her lips. I wasn't smart enough to count the holes on her gag, so I had to guess and hope it was right. She opened up, and I slid the ball past her teeth, reaching over and pulling the buckle snug.

"Tmmf enff?" I asked.

"Nmm. A bifff mrr." Came the reply. I pulled it two more notches, before I heard "mfff feemffs rimmt."

I saw her try to push the ball out with her tongue, and it definitely didn't have any give. I walked around front to her nipple clamps, repeating the process on her she just performed on me. First a nipple in the tweezers, then snugged up the ring to an uncomfortable level. I repeated the process on her other tit, and she stood up to have her belt locked. I went around, releasing the locking plate and pulled it up between her legs. I looked at her eyes, she lowered them and nodded, signaling that nothing was hurting before I clicked the clasp home. No sooner than I did that, did another click come from the door, and the LED's next to it shined green signaling our release from the bathroom. Which was funny really. Between the clamps and gag, toilet situation, and just wanted to get clean I didn't even process I was literally locked in a bathroom for the last half hour.


Part 3 (added: 2016/12/18)

Maria and I exited the bathroom, walking back down the hall towards the staircase. As we approached, a light under the bottom step turned green, and we went up. At the top of the stairs, we heard voices near the end of the hall so we went towards it. Once inside we saw Head Mistress Janice, and about 10 other girls. The room was setup like a dorm room kind of, only it had a bunch of beds. The room was open, beds arranged in 3 rows, 5 to a row. Small, low walls between each bed area gave some semblance of privacy. Windows along the back wall, overlooking what appeared to be gardens out back of the mansion. The roof was high - not cathedral high, but tall, maybe 10 to 12 feet. Looking up there were a few ornate chandeliers as well as what appeared to be a couple of hooks connected to winches. Off to one side there was a door, with what appeared to be a bathroom in it. Next to it, a small galley kitchen with a fridge, microwave, stove, and small bar. Each of the beds were basic, metal framed with a headboard, mattress, and pillows. Only difference between these and a normal bed was that these were covered in eyebolts all down the sides, and in the headboards.

All of the girls in the room were in various states of restraint, but the commonality was they were all collared, all naked, and all belted. Except of course Head Mistress Janice, who stood in the middle of them in a black leather catsuit, hair pulled back in a sharp, crisp ponytail and a riding crop hanging from her waist. She looked sexy, yet intimidating. Of course, all of her restraints were still on her as well. We walked up to her, and mumbled behind our gags.

"Ahh, our new comers. I see you're all nice and restrained and collared too. Mister M have fun with you two?"

"Yefff Hfmmm Miffftrff" is about all that came out.

"Excellent. Please follow me."

Head Mistress walked down the rows to the end, to two beds side by side. "These two are for the two of you. In case you didn't notice, there's a restroom off to the side there, as well as a kitchen. At curfew the door to this room is locked shut. If you're not chained to your bed, you're welcome to anything in the kitchen, and obviously the restroom is there to use. The girls here are really nice, and helpful. Whoever does the grocery shopping takes special requests for the kitchen, but anything in it is fair game regardless of who requested it. I'd normally give new girls a full tour, but we're low on time today so it'll have to wait."

Head Mistress looked at the room. "OK ladies. We need to get you gals read for tonight. Mister M is having a party, and all of you ladies will be working. This party will be a social event, not a business event. All limits will be explored and respected. Let's see assignments. Head slaves Jessie and Bridget to the front of the room please, rest of you in a line."

Two strikingly beautiful women walked up. Both similar in height, toned and tan, raven black hair down past their shoulders. They looked beautiful. They both were belted, with the experienced regular metal collars locked around their necks. Both had what I'd have to guess 5 inch black heels on, with connecting straps and padlocks around their ankles forcing them to remain on. Their hands were chained - if you want to call it that. A delicate but strong looking chain connected them. They had a good amount of space between them, and a lot of movement. They walked up next to Head Mistress Janice, before dropping to their knees, legs spread. The rest of us got in a line, those not already bound placing their hands behind their backs, tits out, legs spread. Maria and I simply spread our legs as we were already cuffed.

"Good girls, as always. Ok ladies, assignments for tonight's party. Let's see. Jessie and Bridget, you'll be providing services in the kitchen. Monica, Stephanie, Lacey, and Megan, you'll be providing glory hole services - lucky you. Linda and Melissa, since you both have punishments to serve; you'll be on coat duty. The rest of you - Britt, Maria, Jessica, Anna, and Rachel will all be on standard service. Master M indicated that today you all will be bound alike, save for those in the glory holes. Black Gwen hoods with pony tails, black single sleeves, black leather pumps with locking straps, and elegant service collars. Oh, and he specified red 4 inch posture collars for the two new girls, as they haven't earned the service collars quite yet. I and the head slaves will prepare the lot of you, and then I'll prepare them. Ladies, go to the cupboard, grab your restraints and return here." The line broke, and all of the girls headed to a cupboard on the back wall. They opened it, and started to pull out restraints. My, how there were a lot of restraints. Tons of restraints. Maria and I were the only two gagged with our hands bound behind our backs, so the other girls were kind enough to help us. Bridget turned to me.

"I'll grab your stuff sweetie. What size shoe are you, 7?"

"Emmff" I replied.

"8, ok." She grabbed the rest what would become my restraints for the night and a quantity for her before turning and heading back towards Head Mistress. I followed behind.

"Ok head slaves, you have permission to restrain those around you as instructed, as well as unrestrain girls as needed to properly bind them for later. Keys ladies."

Head Mistress held out her hand, and both Jessie and Bridget walked over to them taking a key each. Bridget came over, walked behind me, and unlocked my hands from behind my back.

"You can remove your gag now."

My hands reached up, unbuckled the ballgag and set it on the bed behind me.

"Thank you!" I said.

"No problem, although I'm sure you won't be thanking me in a few. Why not work on tape gagging and hooding yourself while I remove the ankle cuffs. Tape is behind you."

I reached behind me, and grabbed a roll of really stretchy white tape. Janice knelt down and removed the cuffs on my ankles. Oblivious to what was going on around me; I ripped off a small strip and placed it over my mouth. I then reached for the hood, as Bridget was staring.

"Haha, oh no no sweet thing that'll never do." She reached over, and gently peeled the tape away from my face. I looked around, and all of the rest of the girls had what appeared to be white tape wrapped all the way around their faces, multiple times. "Here, let me show you. Close your mouth." I shut my mouth, and she first stretched, and then pressed the tape over my lips without ripping it off the roll. She then took the roll, lifted my hair, and wrapped it around, slowly working her way down my face with each wrap. My face felt compressed, like my eyes were going to pop out.

"There, much better. Now let's get this hood on you." Bridget held up a leather hood to my head, only this one had openings for the nose and eyes. I think they called it a Gwen hood when we were all getting our restraints. She gently put the hood over my head, ensuring it was centered and my eyes and nose were open. It covered my taped mouth quite nice. She went behind me, and started to snug the laces. The hood was soft yet firm, and form fitted to my head. As she tightened it up, it started to feel like a glove, almost a second leather skin. Once at the bottom, I could feel her tying off a nice bowtie.

"There we go, you ok?"

"MFFLff" is about all that came out. I nodded yes instead.

Bridget chuckled, and held up a giant red strap in front of me. Head up, eyes forward. I did as I was told, and I felt her wrap the stiff leather around my neck. She went behind and buckled it tight. As she did, I noticed it held my head and neck without choking, effectively preventing me from looking in any direction but forward. I heard a click behind me, and presumed she locked the collar on me. That also effectively prevented me from removing the hood, since the laces were tucked under the collar. I was starting to feel pretty helpless again.

"OK. Shoes, next. Hang onto the bed and step in." I did, and she did up the buckles, clipping them on with a lock in each buckle. Luckily I wasn't a stranger to high heels, as these ones were pretty stringent and in my bound state with little practice would be pretty hard to walk in. Before my hands were bound, Head Mistress Janice walked over to us both, with an ominous looking needle in her hand. My eyes must have grown very wide, since she felt the need to assure both of us.

"It'll be ok ladies. Security devices. Hands out please." She said. I stuck my right hand out, and Head Mistress stuck me with the damn thing, quickly pressed a button and pulled it out. A small trickle of blood followed, which quickly stopped. The process was repeated again with a clean needle on Maria.

"There ladies, not so bad was it. Time to test." She pulled out what looked like a cell phone, looked at both of us, and nodded. I pressed my finger where she stuck me twice, to which I heard her phone beep. Maria did as well, followed by another beep. "Good girls. Ok, that was in test mode. Both of your alarms are now in standard mode. Remember our chat before you do that again now."

I nodded in agreement, feeling now this was a bit more...permanent of a situation I was in. I was enjoying having my arms available, but that was short lived. Once in the shoes Bridget walked behind me again, and pulled my arms back. I felt the giant leather sleeve slide up them, and some straps go over my shoulders. I felt some buckles, and my arms were wedged in a bit tighter. Before I knew it, the shoulder straps were preventing me from sliding the sleeve down. Bridget then started to lace me in, going ever so slow pulling all slack out all the way up to the point my elbows were touching. I then felt straps being buckled, around my wrists and elbows, along with more clicking of locks.

"There, all nice and tied up. You wear those restraints quite nicely Brittany. Good job."

I could feel myself blushing, and as I looked around most of the girls were bound the exact same way. The exceptions were the four glory hole girls, and the two coat check girls. I wasn't quite sure what the hell one was, but the girls had on metal shackles on their wrists and ankles. They had a hobble chain between their ankles, and their wrists were pulled tight behind their backs. Two girls wore full leather hoods, with their whole heads covered. The third girl had on a full leather hood, which left only her mouth open instead of muzzled. The last girl was blindfolded, and a circular ring was pulled deep in her mouth. This girl was the one exception to the metal wrist cuffs, and instead she had a black leather armbinder on like the rest of us.

The coat check girls were bound the same as me, only they had Japanese style nipple clamps on. I looked over at Maria, who was standing there tied up like me, presumably just as nervous and tried to give a smile. Which really, was pointless given my hood. She looked back and nodded, as we noticed Bridget and Jessie being lightly shackled with their hands in front. They wore ankle chains as well, along with big panels over their mouths held in with straps around their heads. Of course, everything was locked on.

"OK slaves, one last detail, and then we'll go down stairs and get ready." With that, Head Mistress Janice walked up to each girl, and applied the tweezer style nipple clamps on them. Only instead of being linked with a chain, these ones had little bells attached to the ends of them, so that as we moved, they rang. Once Head Mistress had all of our tits clamped to her satisfaction, she turned and headed to the door. All of us girls followed behind her, single file with myself and Maria in the end. It was quite the sight to see honestly. The two fully hooded girls (Megan and Lacey), the mostly hooded girl (Stephanie) and the blindfolded girl (Monica) were leashed, walking first in the line. They had no issues following their leashes, avoiding walls and navigating the steps surprisingly well. What was also a surprise is the girls almost marched. Not a forceful march, but stepped in stride, same foot at the same time. I quickly followed suit. The sound of all our bells jingling echoed in the marble lined hallway as we made our way downstairs. We stopped in the vestibule, where there was a short coat rack off to one side.

"Ok Linda and Melissa. Your stop here. Linda, get over here." Mistress Janice commanded. Linda walked over to the coat rack, and had a short chain already affixed to the coat rack locked to her neck. "Melissa, you can start on receiving, Linda you can hang. I'll come back to swap the two of you out half way through the party with each other. For you two new girls wondering, this is one of Mister M's punishments for bad slaves..or simply his entertainment. Guests hang their coats on the nipple clamp chain, which is rather painful. Then the first girl walks over to the second, where the second takes and hangs it. First one or two coats hurt but are tolerable, it's the last 10-20 that really get rough. Enjoy ladies. Do your jobs well and this will conclude your punishment. Rest of you, follow me."

We walked further down the hall, and as we did I took in briefly what just happened. Those poor girl's tits were about to be incredibly abused depending on how many guests were coming. We moved past the study that I committed to this insanity in, and shortly turned into a great room behind a pair of doors just past the bathroom.

"Ok. Lacey, Megan, Steph, and Monica. With me. The rest of you know what to do. Two new slaves, do you know what a glory hole is?"

I shook my head no, as did Maria. Well, as best as we could anyways in these damn collars.

"Ok, you two with me behind these four to observe. We'll get you ladies situated in a few moments."

There was a wall, with four holes in it hidden back in the far corner of the room. In front of each hole was a parallel set of walls, with a floor length curtain behind it. Head Mistress walked up to the bookshelf next to it, and pulled on a book. A quick click, and a slight nudge followed and the bookshelf swung away. A secret room. This place was amazing. She led back the four bound girls, and myself and Maria followed. An array of devices were behind the wall, in front of and corresponding to each hole. Head Mistress dropped the leashes for Megan, Steph and Monica, and tugged Lacey down to the furthest hole. She released her leg cuffs, and helped her up on a padded table butting up to the wall. I saw her reach in her pocket, which was followed by a beep and a click. She slid the locking plate between Lacey's legs out of the way, then subsequently held her legs in the air, and gently pushed her whole body down, so that her pussy mated up to the hole. Straps then coming out of the wall were affixed around her thighs, knees, and ankles, holding them to the wall. Her arms were then locked to the sides of the table, before more straps were pulled over her waist, above and below her chest, and her neck. Her head was then finally strapped down to the table. Head Mistress did this all matter-of-factly, pulling everything tight. As she was strapping her down, we got our explanation.

"These ladies are part of tonight's entertainment. Glory holes are holes, where a male guest can stick his cock through, and fuck someone on the other side. Guest walks in the booth on the other side, draws the curtain, has his fun, wipes up and heads back out to the party. Lacey here is going to be the pussy for the night. Megan, the ass for those that prefer it, and Steph here will be for blowjobs. Mister M doesn't like to ignore his female guests, so Monica will be set up for eating pussy. My eyes must have grown wide, because Head Mistress started to chuckle. "If you didn't set limits for your ass, pussy, or mouth, you'll be laying here sometime soon I'm sure. Don't worry, it's a welcomed release for your bodies, isn't it slaves?"

A chorus of mpphing came, with head nods. I couldn't believe it. It was basically anonymous raping. I was appalled, yet there again was the wet sensation between my legs at the idea of what these girls were about to go through. Completely helpless, isolated, and serving a bunch of strangers. Lacey was helpless, and I could see her squirm even minimally to test her restraints. She wasn't going to go anywhere, she knew it, but checked anyways.

Next was Megan. She was led to the next platform over from Lacey, and similarly her locking plate was swung away. The contraption on hole two was a bit different than the other two. She was led down on her hands and knees doggy style, over a padded platform. Head Mistress backed her up to the wall, so that her ass was pressed in indentations in the wall on either side of the hole, legs folded up in half on either side. Once in place, straps went around her waist and upper legs to hold her to the wall, followed by more straps around her arms, back and legs strapping her to the bench she laid across. Her collar was locked to the bench, and she too was immobilized.

Next up was Monica. She was led to the wall, and helped up on a table on her back, with her head sticking through a hole in the wall. She carefully lowered down a stock around her neck, clipping it in place with a padlock. Straps came next. Lots and lots of straps. Above and below her breasts, over her waist, around her biceps and both wrists individually, as well as her thighs, shins, and ankles. Looking at the table, it appeared like the whole apparatus moved.

Last up was poor Steph. She was bound face against the wall. Head Mistress led her up to it, and helped her on her knees. Her ring gag mated up to a hole in the wall, and with a few small clasps was actually affixed to it. Straps around the back of her head and around the back of her neck ensured she wasn't going to pull away anytime soon. More straps around her body at the shoulders, waist, and legs held her firmly in place.

Looking satisfied with herself, Head Mistress headed out of the secret room, motioning for us to follow. We exited the room, and Head Mistress swung the bookshelf closed behind her, hiding the four tightly bound women within. We walked around front, and she opened the curtains for us to take a look. First two sections simply had holes in the wall, waist high with some padding around them. The third is where poor Maria's head was poked through. I could see now it was at a height that could be straddled, and there were two buttons on the wall labeled up and down, presumably to move her to the proper height. The last spot where Steph was, looked similar to the first two, in the form of a padded hole in the wall.

"See ladies, fun for everyone!" Head Headmistress said. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of poor Maria, and it was starting to get me aroused. A quiet hum brought me back to reality and to Head Mistress talking to me. "See something you like sweetie? You want to be in her place don't you?" I tried to reply without thinking, but of course all that came out was gibberish thanks to the tape and hood on my head. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get your turn soon enough. Come. We need to finish getting ready."

We followed Head Mistress back to the kitchen, where Bridget and Jessie were already working on preparations. Both had taken the liberty of locking a length of chain to their collars it seemed, which was affixed at the other end to an overhead track. Jessica, Anna, and Rachel were in a line, trays wrapped around their waists secured with belts, and the front secured to their collars. Head Mistress Janice looked at us and spoke: "You two, in line. This is how service works. Tray bound to your waist and neck. Bridget and Jessie load your tray for you, you serve the guests. Sometimes you'll be casually mingling and wandering, serving appetizers. Other times you will be serving specific drinks to specific guests, and you'll have to pay attention to which guests you need to return to. Of course, should a guest fancy you, you'll be removed from service temporarily for them to have their way with you - within your limits of course before being returned to service. Any questions ladies?"

"Mff hemm miffmrrffm." Was about all the reply she got from both of us. It didn't sound too bad, serve food and drinks while bound and hobbled. Except given that I was new and so was Maria, I had a sinking suspicion that we both would be fucked at least once before the night was over. Head Mistress came over to me, and held the tray up against my waist. The back was curved, in order to fit around my midsection. Two chains attached to the front corners were sitting on the top of the tray. She went around back, and fastened the straps around my waist, underneath my armbinder pulling them uncomfortably tight. She then went around front, and followed that up by using one big padlock to lock the two chains up to my collar. The tray honestly felt surprisingly secure, between the waist and neck straps.

"One other thing ladies. There are penalties given, publicly at the end of the night for anything dropped or spilled. Each drink or food dish dropped or spilled on the floor is one lashing from the whip, spilled on a guest is 5 lashings. And ladies a word to the wise, the guests do like to toy with the slaves. They will most likely tickle, spank, pinch, and grope as often as possible in order to try to make you spill. I suggest you concentrate."

I involuntarily groaned at the news into my gag. There was a chorus of snickers coming from the gagged mouths of the rest of the girls, as they presumably had a ton more practice at this than myself or Maria. Jessie and Bridget started to fill our trays with tall wine glasses. Since I couldn't bend my neck at all, I had to try to keep track of how many were loaded as they brought them over. I counted 8, and looking at the rest of the girls it looked like they had the same.

"OK ladies, guests have been arriving while we've been in the kitchen chit chatting away. I'm sure they're thirsty slaves, so let's get going!" barked the Head Mistress. As we headed out Maria shot me a wide eye'd glance like a deer caught in the headlights, presumably shaken at the impending whipping we were both going to end up taking. I followed the nipple jingling line of women out of the kitchen, back to the room where guests were starting to arrive. Moving extremely careful, I tried my hardest to make sure I walked slow, level and steady so that I didn't drop anything. Looking around, the girls started to mingle through the guests, splitting up to cover ground and serve their drinks. I didn't want to, but I broke off from Maria to wander through the group of guests. As I slowly wandered I took note of the guests. All extremely well dressed, top of the line dresses for the women, men in high quality suits. No one wore any masks, probably due to Master M's attention to privacy. Walking was difficult, trying not to bump into anyone, hobbled by my ankle chain with my arms in this damn sleeve. I gently tugged at it a bit, wondering if there was any give, but of course there was none. I was lost in my own world as I wandered, guests occasionally grabbing drinks off of my tray, socializing amongst themselves.

I was down to two more drinks and way across the room on the far side next to the hidden room when I heard a light "swoosh" through the air, and felt a sharp crack on my ass. I grunted into my gag and jumped, bells on my nipple clamps jingling loudly, not expecting what just happened. Of course this resulted in me spilling both my drinks. Even more unfortunate, is that I spilled one of them on the guest that cropped my ass. I turned around to look at her, feeling tears well up in my eyes that I messed up. I don't know if it was fear of making a mistake, or fear of getting whipped later for two spilled drinks, one of which on a guest. The woman looked at me and smiled, with a smile that sent chills deep through my body. She had on a black leather corset, with red lace accents over her bust and down the sides. A black leather pencil skirt - if you wanted to even call it that was wrapped tight around her waist, restricting movement of her legs all the way down to her calves. She had on what must have been 4 inch black pumps, with straps that went up to her ankles and were locked on with tiny gold padlocks. I honestly don't know how the fuck the woman was even able to walk. A black leather choker completed the ensemble, which appeared to be jewel encrusted with diamonds and rubies. She was slender, piercing icey blue eyes with blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. That corset was holding back what I'd guess to be 34 C's trying to spill over the top, pushed up and out to look even bigger than they already were. In her hand she tightly clutched a black riding crop that I had already been introduced to.

"Dumb slut, but it's ok. Don't worry, it'll just wipe off, and I'm going to greatly look forward to whipping that fresh hide of yours later. One might even think I cropped you hard on purpose because I wanted to be the first to turn that pretty little ass of yours red."

I started then to blush a bit, coming to the realization that this woman targeted me, perhaps noticing I was new. At any rate, I lowered my eyes and started to try to slink my way quietly back to the kitchen to get my tray reloaded. As I was walking by, I almost stopped dead in my tracks. Coming out of the blowjob booth was Mike.

"Hi Britt!" He was grinning ear to ear, as he was zipping up his pants. I groaned into my gag, before continuing past him to the kitchen for my reload. I slowly weaved my way through the crowd, careful not to bump into any guests. My tray was empty, but I still didn't want to be the cause of any more spills.

Upon getting back to the kitchen, I was greeted by Head Mistress. "Brittany, I hear you ran into Mistress Onyx. Don't be upset - she loves to use her whip. That was inevitable. Lucky you though, a guest fancy's you and wants to use you. Come here." I obeyed, her words sending chills down my spine. She reached up, unlocking the chain holding the front of the tray up to my neck. Next came the waist belt, followed by a leash clipped to my neck. My world went dark as Head Mistress Janice slipped a blindfold over my eyes snugging it tight. If I didn't feel helpless before, I definitely did now. I felt a leash clipped onto my collar and a gentile tug.

Head Mistress whispered into my ear. "First time bound, gagged, and helpless getting fucked in this house girl. I don't know what will happen to you, but it will be within your limits - that I can assure you. Be a good girl, obey, and make this house proud." I could feel a wetness forming between my legs as I followed the leash in my dark world, tit's out proudly bells at the end of the clamps jingling as I was lead to who knows where.


Part 4 (added: 2017/01/29)

The walk was short to wherever it was I was going. Well, at least I think it was. I tried to count my steps and I don't think I was led too far, perhaps to one of the fucking rooms' in the main hallway. Wherever it was, I was led there blind and still heavily restrained. When I was held to a halt, I could feel two sets of hands on me. One set felt feminine, the other hands bigger, masculine. No one spoke while I was further bound, if you can imagine that being possible. I felt the bigger hands at my legs, unlocking the chain between them. I felt them pulled apart, with something being re-locked onto them. I attempted to close my legs, but found they were held spread apart. At the same time, I felt hands between my legs unlocking my belt, swinging the locking plate back and clipping it back out of the way. I also felt those hands clip something to my armbinder.

"Here you go. Enjoy her. Here's her limit sheet - this goes without saying but you're to respect these limits. This button is her arms, this button is her legs. Toys are on the wall - use what you like and most of all have fun."

I struggled testing my restraints, but I wasn't going anywhere. The voice was unmistakably Head Mistress Janice's, but I still had no clue who was left with me. First I felt hands from behind me, running down my sides, over my breasts, down over my hips and ending at my ass. Back and forth, up and down. Gentle, caressing. Almost - caring. I tried to touch him or her back as much as I could in my bound state, but it felt like basically nothing, bound in the leather armbinder. It'd been a while since I'd been treated like a girl, a person and touched instead of bound and fucked. It was nice for a change. I didn't even notice the light moaning into my gag until it abruptly stopped. I heard motors quietly hum almost instantaneously and my feet starting to be pulled even further apart. Slowly, allowing me to shuffle and not fall, my legs were spread wider and wider, till just when I thought they'd break it stopped. Another whir and I felt my arms being pulled up behind me. I tried to maintain my balance, but it was hard spread so wide, and quickly found myself falling forward. My fall was abruptly stopped by what felt like a padded bar, but my arms kept going higher and higher behind my back, bending me over the bar.

I now got the concept - bent in half, spread, tightly shackled. Gagged in the dark, I felt extremely exposed this way. Ass and pussy exposed, swaying in the breeze. I was lost in my own world, bound waiting for what came next when I was quickly brought back to the real world with a swoosh and a loud crack. I jumped..well, as much as I could, and screamed into my gag. I thought I heard a laugh, before the same happened again. My ass was on fire, but as quick as it started, it stopped. It was almost as if this person was new to what they were doing, experimenting and playing with a new toy - me. I felt hands at my nipples again, caressing. It felt good, but was quickly interrupted by a pinch. Nipple clamps. Again. Only this time I felt a tug down, as they were stretched presumably to the ground. I tried to move a bit, and was greeted with a sharp pull to my tits. I pulled on my arms, but there was no give there either. Any movement resulted in discomfort to my nipples, shoulders, or calves. God how I hated being this helpless, yet I could feel the familiar moisture forming between my legs.

Apparently so could the other person in the room, as I felt something being pressed between my legs. Cold, uniform, definitely not human. It slid fairly effortlessly into my already moistened pussy, and felt surprisingly small. This thing had to be the worlds smallest dildo or vibrator in existence. In and out a few more times, slowly fucking me before to my horror I felt my ass cheeks spread and pressure there. Whoever had me bound used my own juices to moisten up what felt like a small dildo and turned out to be a fairly large buttplug. My clenched ass provided little resistance for the moist invader, being pushed in gently but firmly until I closed around the base. I thought it was done, but to my surprise my captor had more in store for my poor, unsuspecting ass. Pressure started to build within me, and I instinctively started to pull against my bonds. That of course was a bad idea, as immediately regretted it in my poor abused nipples. I learned my lesson quick, trying to hold still as the plug in me expanded. I couldn't tell how many pumps it went, but I know by the time it stopped I felt like I was going to explode. I started to protest into my hood, which came out more than a muffled grunt. I felt hands at my rear, and I think the plug pump being disconnected, yet I still felt full. The last surprise was the vibrator built into it. Without warning it sprang to life, reverberating through what felt like my entire body. I screamed into my gag, and jumped a mile. Again, pain in my tits, and this time my arms as well. I started to cry into my gag, shaking uncontrollably. Of course, this came out as a whimper, tears held in by my blindfold. I think my captor noticed as well, and took pity on me because I quickly felt the masculine hands starting to rub my back.

Gently rubbing, caressing, massaging. It felt really, really good. He kept it up for probably a good five minutes, rubbing my back, working my sore legs, as I hung there bent in half helpless. I started to coo like a child into my gagged, hooded existence and drift off to somewhere else. It was meditative, all I could see, hear, do, or think about was my bound state, the discomfort I was in, and how pleasurable the hands roaming all over me felt. The pleasure of the rubbing soon came to an end, and as expected, was replaced by a hard cock pressing against me.

I instinctively wanted to push back against it, thoroughly relaxed and aroused despite the invader between my ass cheeks. My mind had to fight by body though, as I knew that would hurt both my arms and my tits in my bound state. There was nothing I could do, nowhere I could move, so I held still, relaxed, and let him slowly enter me. Nothing will make a girl feel more helpless than actually wanting a cock in her, and not being able to do anything about it. Whoever was fucking me had a nice cock, fairly large and filling, but not so much that I felt like I was getting ripped in half. The added pressure of the cock against the anal invader buzzing away was a new feeling. It felt really, really good, and before long he was building up a rhythm. While he fucked me, as my body bounced the clamps gently tugged on my tits, further intensifying both the oddness, and intensity of the situation. He took his time, hanging onto my hips to gain added leverage as he thrust into me. I did all I could to focus, and squeeze his cock with my pussy as he thrust into me. He built up speed, now thrusting into me at a feverish pace. "MFff mff" I shouted, and he must have somehow got the translation right as "fuck me", as he built in intensity. To my horror, and subsequent arousal he released my hips, now just railing me against the bar I was bent over.

This translated to my tits and arms being in immense discomfort, every thrust shaking me, sending pain to my shoulders and nipples. Luckily it didn't last long, as I could feel his balls raise while he was fucking me and his cock start to twitch. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to cum before Master's guests, but then again, there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I screamed into my gag, pussy clenching his cock for all it was worth. The vibration in my ass, his cock sliding in and out of me, and the constant pull on my poor tits was too much, and I exploded into an intense orgasm. Almost at the same time, I felt him start to fill me with his cum, and I almost could have swore I heard a familiar voice moaning and groaning. We both slumped over. Well, I relaxed onto the bar I was bent over; he slumped a bit into my ass. I felt him pull out, and wipe his cock up my ass, presumably drying it. I felt hands at the top of my belt, followed by the locking plate being swung between my still bound legs, refastened in front. Then silence, and nothing.

My new focus was my tits, and my sore shoulders. They burned. They both burned, a lot. I tugged at my arms, but of course there was no give. Luckily I didn't have to wait long. First I felt the gentle grasp of my breasts, followed by the immeasurable pain that comes with removing nipple clamps. I screamed into my gag, which of course due to the gag and hood probably sounded like a whmper to whomever was removing them. Next up I guess was my ankles, since I felt the tension holding them apart diminish, and I was able to stand upright again. Which felt amazing, as it relieved some of the tension on my shoulders. Lastly I felt movement behind me, releasing my bound arms before clipping a leash to my collar and leading me out of wherever I was. I did my best in my blind and restrained state to follow my leash where it was leading me.

After a short walk I was brought to a stop, my blindfold removed, and I found myself back in the kitchen. I blinked at the light, after being blindfolded for so long. I saw that I was back at the kitchen, and I saw that Head Mistress Janice was holding the end of my leash. She was grinning a large grin as she tugged me close and whispered into my ear

"He had quite the fun time with you. I watched on CC tv. I think he enjoyed you greatly, and it looked like you enjoyed that fuck didn't you slut?"

I tried to shrink away, for some reason somewhat embarrassed, but her tight grip on my leash ensured that didn't happen. I looked down at the floor, and nodded my head in agreement as best I could, given the posture collar. Luckily service time was almost over for the night. I happily made it through the rest of the night managing not to spill anything else on any of the guests. Service came to a close, and all of the girls were gathered back in the kitchen when Head Mistress Janice walked in.

"Ok ladies, time for the closing of the night. Let's see here - Britt, Maria, Rachel, looks like you're due for some whippings. The rest of you - start cleaning up, I'll come get you for the exit line when these girls are done receiving their punishment." She walked over to the three of us with two lengths of short chain in her hand, along with a leather leash. She clipped the leash to Rachel, along with one end of one of the chains. Given the way our hands were bound, I guess there was no need to lock the chain to our collars. The other end of Rachel's collar chain was clipped to my collar. Then the last chain was clipped to my collar, and Head Mistress went to clip it to Maria's. Maria however started to back away, from what I could tell light tears in her eyes.

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just back away because you're new, and this is your first party service. I know, it's unfortunate that you tripped, and spilled three drinks on four people. Your ass and tits will undoubtedly be sore for a day or two, but You'll live. There's been girls that have dealt with a lot worse. Now, you submitted for the trial period, this is within your stated limits, so get your ass over here and get leashed up for your punishment."

I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but she slowly stepped forward and Head Mistress Janice clipped the other end of my chain to her neck.

"Tonight will be ending kind of late, but tomorrow we'll take you new girls down to the dungeon to show you how we deal with insubordination. I think it'd be good if you ladies knew the consequences."

Head Mistress Janice grabbed the leash hanging between Rachel's tits, and pulled the three of us out into the party room. The room, and guests were now organized in a circle around the center of the room. Hanging from the ceiling was a bar with two eyehooks on the end, as well as one in the middle. Below it the same, a spreader bar affixed to the floor. Next to the bars were three low, pieces of wood, with a post coming out of the center to a bar attached to the top, making a T shape. Rings were attached at all four corners. My chain was detached from Rachel, and Maria and I were led over to the tbars and detached from each other. Head Mistress helped me onto one of the stands, and lowered me down kneeling with my back to the T. My bound arms were placed over the T, which was high enough to give me a little support under my arms and clipped to a ring on the back. My legs were pulled spread and a bit back, with my ankles chained to the rear to corners. This kept me bound kneeling pretty rigid, and unfortunately due to the posture collar combined with the orientation of the platform I was chained to, I was forced to look out to the crowd and unable to turn my head to see what was happening to Rachel. I could hear some shuffling as I tried to get comfy, but that was about it. I looked out into the crowd that was gathered, which of course included my idiot friend Mike. He was watching what was happening to Rachel pretty intent, but I saw him switching his gaze briefly to me. I could hear Master M speak off to the side.

"Rachel here is the first due some punishment. Rachel spilled one drink on a guest, and obviously therefore that drink also ended up on the floor. Per house rules, that's 6 lashings. Since she only spilled on one guest, we'll let that guest administer all 6. Lady Serene, please step up."

I saw a woman walk through the crowd who was simply stunning. Tall, with legs for days. She had on what I'd guess was a royal blue bodysuit that doubled as a corset, with a plunging neckline held together with strings that were straining to contain her ample cleavage. Her breasts were pushed up and out with stiff boning that was sewn in. Her bottom half was wearing skin tight leather pants, with knee high leather boots tied over top. She held in her right hand what I could only guess as an incredibly menacing looking leather whip, that was blue and black to match her outfit. Once she got past the crowd and up to Rachel, she was out of my line of sight, but I could still hear what was going on. Master M spoke again.

"Ok Lady Serene. This one's limits are no permanent markings, but welts and bumps are fine. Do you require her bound in a way other than what she is now, or her belt removed?"

"No Master M. This will do just fine." I could see her walk towards us, but then turn out of view. A few moments later she came back into view. She was circling her prey like a shark. When she made it back around front again, I thought I heard a crack, and a firm grunt. I could see Mike looking over to me as the girl was being whipped, almost with a nervous and worried look on his face. Which in turn, was making me nervous. I shifted my weight in my restraints, as I waited my turn. I couldn't hear much, except for a couple cracks and groans. After a few more minutes I could see out of the corner of my eye Rachel being put on her perch, before Master M addressed the crowd again.

"Well done Rachel, you handled that well. Thank you Lady Serene for disciplining our slave. Next up, slave Brittany. Brittany also spilled only one drink, both on a guest and the floor. She too will receive 6 lashings. Her limits are the same. No permanent markings, welts and bruises are ok. Mistress Onyx, how would you like the slave bound for punishment?" I heard the reply from the back of the room, and it sent chills up and down my spine.

"Hanging upside down in a spread eagle Master M. Her belt removed if you could be so kind?"

"Of course. Head Mistress, please prepare the slave."

I felt hands behind me, and the pressure released from my ankles and arms. I was helped to stand, and led over to the spreader bars to my right. I was nervous, borderline terrified as I was led over and could see Mistress Onyx stand there waiting for me with her whip in hand. Head Mistress was behind me again, and I could feel her releasing the bindings on my armbinder. My arms were freed from the binder, but they were incredibly numb and useless. Plus, they were re-bound moments later. No sooner than I was released, Head Mistress helped me lay on the ground. The spreader from the ceiling was lowered, and my legs were subsequently strapped into the cuffs on each side. My legs were held fairly stretched, but not so much that it was painful. When my legs were locked, I heard the familiar whir of one of Master M's motors spring to life, and the bar was lifted towards the ceiling with me in tow. As I started to lift off the ground, Head Mistress cradled my head so it wouldn't smack on the floor, which was kind of her. Soon as my head was lifted off the ground the motor stopped, and Head Mistress attached my wrists to the spreader still chained to the floor. No sooner did the last lock click shut on my wrist than the motor came to life again, stretching me out to the point I felt like I was going to be pulled in half. Finally I felt a click on my waist, followed by hands removing my chastity belt. I didn't appreciate the gravity of how Mistress Onyx requested I be bound until I was actually bound.

The way I was suspended left my pussy and ass incredibly exposed, to the point I nervously started to tug at my restraints. I knew nothing good was going to come, but was helpless to stop it. As I hung there upside down, I saw Mistress Onyx walking around me, upside down, as well as Mike staring at my stretched body from the crowd. If I hadn't been so nervous about what was to come, I'd have been a bit red from humiliation at being so open and displayed to a large group of people I didn't know. However that was almost becoming second nature at this point.

"Mistress Onyx. Welcome back, and welcome again to initiating one of my new slaves to the end of your whip. You seem to becoming quite the target for wine and champagne, almost like you attract it to your breasts."

The crowd chuckled, and confirmed what Head Mistress had told me about Mistress Onyx's love of the whip. She circled me while Master M spoke, making me feel like meat on a hook. I'd have slid away to a corner to hide from her if I was able to.

"As previously stated, this one's limits are no permanent markings, but welts and bumps are fine. She's bound upside down, pussy and ass available as requested. Do you desire anything further?"

"Three clothes pins please Master M." I could see a wicked grin on her face as she said it, which sent chills down my spine. I could see an exchange between Master M and her, and she walked over to me taking a knee and looking into my eyes.

"Target practice sweetie. 3 for fun, 3 for skill." As she said it, she reached forward and applied a pin to my left nipple. I cried out in pain, but of course due to the packing it barely came out as a muffled sneeze. She repeated the process on the right nipple. These little fuckers were just the run of the mill wooden clothes pins, but they hurt more than the metal purpose built clamps. My mind was reeling with the pain and fire in my tits, and then it hit me. She asked for three pins. She stood up, and I instinctively started pulling hard on my restraints. I was so stretched, so spread I couldn't even affect what was about to happen. I felt hands between my legs, spreading my pussy a bit, and the worst burn I've ever felt directly to my clit. I started to cry, this was too much. I pulled, tugged, cried out, but I was bound and gagged so tight no one in the crowd would have had the foggiest clue. She turned, smiling to the crowd like an entertainer.

"First, a warm up." She disappeared from my sight, and I tried to brace myself for what was to come. Boy, was I unprepared. I heard the crack, and immediately felt the searing pain and heat on my ass cheeks. This was absolute hell. I closed my eyes for a minute fearful of what was going to happen to my poor nipples and pussy if what just happened to my ass was any indication. As I was opening my eyes, the second hit came, flinging the clothespin off my left breast. I screamed and cried harder, the pain was unbelievable. I looked up through the tears, and saw Mistress Onyx smiling ear to ear. Deep down I knew this wasn't going to permanently injure me, or kill me, but holy shit did it hurt. Mistress Onyx was one sadistic bitch, who clearly reveled in the pain of others. I made a mental note to stay on her good side, and never piss this bitch off in the future. I looked just past Mistress Onyx, and could see Mike looking seriously concerned. The third hit came as I was looking at Mike to my ass again, which sadly was welcomed as it wasn't my other nipple or my poor pussy. Had I not been a target for Mistress Onyx I'm sure my other nipple and clit would be in immense pain, but I barely even noticed the discomfort from the clothes pins that were left, as it was mild in comparison to the fire her whip was dishing out. I thought to myself, how do people whip animals, and further slaves back in the day? This was horrible.

"Whoosh" right past my face with the whip, the clamp flying off my other nipple. I jumped, cried more, and tried as best as I could to deal with the pain. 4 hits. 2 left. I just kept telling myself I could do this. The pain in my other nipple surprisingly was starting to subside as the blow to my poor clit came. The pain was unbearable. I was seeing stars, as she came down almost at an angle with the whip, slicing the clothespin off and presenting immeasurable pain to my poor pussy. The world went black for what felt like a minute, before I felt hands releasing me from my wrist restraints. As I came to, it felt like both of my nipples were on fire again. I later found out that I did briefly black out, and the last blow was dealt while I was out of it, to both of my nipples simultaneously. As horrible as it was, I will say Mistress Onyx is incredibly skilled with that whip to not cause any permanent damage. I lay on the floor, as my legs were lowered, wondering how the hell poor Maria was going to fare with her punishment. My legs came down, and I was helped to stand, and led back unrestrained to my post. Head Mistress helped me kneel, legs shaky with my back against the bar. My hands were drawn behind my back, and a simple pair of metal handcuffs were locked on my wrists, and affixed to the post. Legs were spread back again, and attached to the rings at the back. Head Mistress reached forward, and softly brushed away my tears, kissing the top of my hood before walking away to retrieve Maria.


Part 5 (added: 2018/03/17)

Poor Maria. I could tell she was trying to look brave in the face of all the onlookers, but anyone looking at her knew she was mortified. Master M spoke as she was led up to the bars.

"Last but certainly not least is poor slave Maria. Maria being new here had the unfortunate accident of tripping, sending a mostly full serving tray flying into the air. Unfortunately for her, the three drinks came crashing down and on their way spilled on Sir Mike, Mistress Onyx, Mistress Vanessa, and me. Adding that up, 3 drinks and 4 people is 23 lashings. I don't think the poor girl will take 18 very well, let alone 23 so I'll forgo my 5 lashings on the new girl so that my guests can take her for a spin. May as well make Sir Mike pickle in the middle. We can start with Mistress Vanessa, and let Mistress Onyx have last at bat. How would you all like to have her bound?"

"Same way as the last slave would probably work well." chimed Mistress Vanessa.

"Very well. Head Mistress - upside down and unlocked please." Master M directed.

I couldn't see it, but I knew that the poor girl would be swinging upside down momentarily. I was happy she was gagged, as I'm sure she'd be screaming in the near future. I didn't want to see, because I felt so bad for what I knew she was about to endure, so I kept my head and eyes lowered. I could hear it though, despite trying to block it out. I think Mistress Vanessa went somewhat easy on her from what I heard. I know Mike did. Mistress Onyx though was one mean bitch that reveled in the misery of others. I could hear Maria's cries, and then all went unexpectedly silent, followed by Master M's voice.

"Well now, this wasn't completely unexpected, but is still unfortunate. Given the fact she just passed out, combined with the welts on her ass, I think we're going to call it a night on this poor girl. I know you have a few strokes left Onyx, and we can figure out a way to let you have your fun. Just on another girl if needed."

"Oh, that's ok. I think I'm set. I've definitely had my fun tonight. Sure hope the poor girl isn't too traumatized."

"She'll pull through. Head Mistress, please take these three up to the personal quarters, tend to them as needed then chain them in bed."

"Yes Sir." With that Head Mistress came over to us and released us from the posts. Myself and Rachel both were unchained, hands re-connected behind our backs, leashes applied, and lead out of the crowd. We walked past Maria, who was hanging limp in her chains, as Mike and Master M were working to unchain her and get her down. I glanced at Mike, and followed my leash as Head Mistress led the two of us upstairs. Once we were on the staircase away from everyone, she started to talk.

"It's unfortunate what happened to Maria. I don't know why Master M invites Mistress Onyx to these events. She's a wretched woman, who revels in the pain and misery of others. You two did quite well, I'm proud of both of you. We'll get you upstairs and situated comfortable tonight. Britt, Master M wants me to take you and Maria to the dungeon tomorrow so you may have a rough day ahead. But for now, rest."

We got up to the slave's quarters, and Head Mistress released both of our ballgags. Mine came out with a pop, and a large string of drool to follow.

"Thank you Head Mistress".

"You're welcome. Time to tend to these marks for you ladies."

Head Mistress pulled the two of us side by side, and clipped our hands together to something I didn't notice prior. The familiar whir of a motor, and my arms were being tugged up behind my back - again. I was kinda pissed off thinking I'd get a reprieve, but I kept my mouth shut. I felt feet on my ankles, pressing them apart. I complied, spreading my legs. Rachel did the same. While I was there bound, arms behind me up in the air bent at the waist, I could see Mike and Master M carrying Maria up the stairs, and into the room. I should have been humiliated being bound and on display, but by this point it was just second nature. I watched between my legs as Head Mistress walked behind us with a jar of something. I heard the now familiar beep and click, followed by Head Mistress swinging away the locking plates from myself and Rachel. She unscrewed the top, and started to rub it into my tender ass. It felt amazing, cooling, and soothing. She rubbed my ass, thighs, tits, and anywhere else that a whip landed before moving over to Rachel and repeating the process. I don't know why she had to tie us to do it, but regardless it felt great. While Rachel was getting rubbed down, I was hanging in the breeze watching what was going on with Maria across the room upside down between my spread legs.

Master M and Mike put her on her cot, face down. Master M whispered something to Mike, who paused for a minute and nodded. Master M went to the restraint cabinet, and took out a pair of heavy shackles before returning to Mike. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, surely they weren't going to bind poor Maria. Then I had my answer. Mike turned around, putting his hands behind his back and Master M tightly locked them together. Mike then wandered a bit, while Master M tended to Maria. Master M had a similar looking container, and proceeded to rub down Maria. While I was watching this, Head Mistress must have wrapped up with Rachel, because I saw her between my legs going to tend to Maria with Master M, and Mike was headed our way.

"What gives?" I asked

"Master M was kind enough to let me hang out for a few for helping bring Maria up, but since this is your guys private quarters he said the only way I could stay while he tended to Maria's wounds was is if I was shackled. I figured that a pair of cuffs behind my back was worth it to stare at you two bound and bent over a bit longer."

"Funny you pig. Thanks for going easy on us."

"I felt weird doing it. I didn't really care for it, but I didn't want to offend your new keeper either. The fuck holes in the wall on the other hand...my my those were nice. Hmm. I have an idea." Mike walked away back towards Head Mistress and Master M. He bent over, and whispered something in his ear. Master M paused what he was doing, then nodded to Mike. Mike came back, and took up a position behind us, dropping to his knees. Next thing I know I had a tongue lapping at my pussy. I let out a small moan, as Mike started to go to work. I wasn't quite sure I liked being bound and available, nor him just eating me out, but at the same time, it felt amazing and there wasn't much I could do to stop it so I just tried to relax and enjoy it.

It turns out my friend was quite skilled with his mouth, slowly licking up one side, down the other, and grazing my clit periodically as he did his magic. I bit my lip, and pushed back against him as much as my chains would allow without breaking my arms. He built up a nice rhythm, and his tongue started to poke inside my now wet pussy. He was doing a great job for not having the use of his hands. I started to build a rhythm against his tongue but soon as I got close to an orgasm it stopped. Everything stopped.

I tugged on my shackles, but no matter how I moved, I couldn't find his face again. To my dismay the fucker got up, and slid over to Rachel going to work on her in the same fashion. I tugged a bit at my chains, but didn't put much effort into it, already knowing I wasn't getting free - or any satisfaction tonight. I turned sideways, watching Rachel's eyes get that glazy, hazy look to them, as she smiled and hung there. I watched as she slowly rhythmically fucked his face the same way I did before he stopped again, the same way he left me frustrated. She too tugged a bit at her chains, but realized the futility of her efforts.

"Sorry ladies. Master M said I could do whatever I could with my bound hands, but I was given specific instructions not to let either of you get off. You both tasted lovely." Mike said. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully, sexually frustrated but not surprised as he walked away back towards Maria, Master M, and Head Mistress. I watched on as Master M unlocked Mike's restraints, as we waved goodbye to us looking through our spread legs as he headed out and down the stairs.

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, which I was happy for. We were unchained from the strappado, and our belts were locked tight again. We were allowed to go to the restroom, and grab a snack before going back to our beds. By this point Master M had left the room, and Head Mistress Sherry was tending to us. All of our restraints were removed except our collars and belts. The rest of the girls were back by this point, and everyone was milling around. Head Mistress spoke to the room.

"Ladies - no restraints for anyone tonight. Feel free to relax, enjoy each other, and take care of these three please. Also tonight the chambers door shall be locked. You ladies are free to have fun as you see fit. Ensure all relocks are secured by 0800."

This made no sense to me, but I quickly found out what she meant. Head Mistress left, and slid only what I could liken to a door the size of a bank vault from the doorway that I somehow never even noticed as she left. It slid across, reaching home with a deep, loud ominous thud before we could hear the whir of a motor, a few bangs, then a very, very loud chorus of beeps.

Jessie turned to me, and the now waking Maria. "As you two have probably noticed, that door is a gift and a curse. When it's locked, there's no hope of wandering or escape for any of us, not like we would. On the other hand, it's a sign that we're safe in here, and all of our belts are unlocked. Feel free to remove them girls, clean up, and enjoy the break. As Head Mistress noted - be sure to have them locked by 8a, otherwise the punishment is extremely severe. They don't mess around with these belts or our safety here. You two, come with me."

I looked at Maria, grabbed her hand and followed Jessie - oddly enough into the restroom. I think this was the first time we really had a chance to explore the living quarters, and the restroom in particular. It was massive. Multiple private stalls. Five claw foot tubs lined up in the open, as well as 5 more whirlpool tubs all side by side. Three single shower stalls, as well as a giant one with five separate stations. There was a counter with multiple sinks, as well as a fully stocked makeup and toiletry cabinet. All the walls and floor were decorated with marble tile. While there was little privacy save for the toilet stalls, it was made up for in finish and décor.

"Take those belts off girls, set them on the sink. Let me and Bridget take care of the two of you a bit. That Onyx is one mean bitch. I can't stand her. Sorry for what the two of you endured from her."

I removed my belt, as did Maria and set them on the sink counter top. Jessie took my hand and led me to the multi person shower. Bridget repeated the same process with Maria. I instinctively covered myself in an effort for some stupid reason to protect my modesty. Maria just stood there still in a daze. Jessie looked at the both of us, shaking her head gently and stepping over to the toiletry cabinet. She came back with two pairs of steel handcuffs, connected by a longer than usual chain. I started to protest, by this point being extremely tired of being bound, but she gently put a finger to my lips with a grin on her face, walked behind me and pulled my arms back. For some reason I didn't protest any more, and just let things happen. She walked over to Maria, and cuffed her behind her back as well. We stood just outside of the shower stream, while the two senior girls got the water set to a good temperature.

She wiggled a finger in the air to me, indicating that I come in. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bridget gently walking Maria in as well. I was a bit nervous wondering what she was doing, but my concerns soon melted away. She held me in an embrace under the warm water, sliding my hair away and gently kissing my neck. I felt her move back for a minute, before hands returned gently massaging my head and washing my hair. I felt a breath again at my ear, and heard her whisper.

"You're both in good hands, I promise. Don't worry about Maria too much, she'll be fine and Bridget is amazing. We all take care of each other after nights like this. I cuffed you because I could see you wouldn't just relax and go with things otherwise. So calm down, relax, enjoy my touch and let me take care of you."

I oddly felt at ease, and just relaxed enjoying the warm touch of another human being. After being used and whipped, a gentle, loving caress felt better than it ever had. She slowly washed my body next, as you can imagine paying extra attention to my breasts. Her hands slowly moved down, and gently pushed between my legs. I purred a bit, and let her slowly turn me around and lead me up to the wall in the shower. She gently pressed me against the back wall, and I heard a concerning click. I tried to pull away, but found I was anchored there by my collar. I started to protest, and all that resulted was a very, very deep kiss. She pulled away, and again a whisper.

"Geez, don't you trust me by now? Be a good girl, spread your legs."

Again taking her advice, I tried to relax and spread my legs. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Maria wrapped up in Bridget's arms, both of them gently watching me. Lips at my pussy quickly brought me back to my own world, as I could see now why I was bound on the wall. Jessie had slid down while I was distracted, and starting to pleasure me with her mouth. I gasped a bit, the sensation of the warm water running down the front of me and the attention between my legs feeling absolutely wonderful. I tugged a bit at my wrists, forgetting they were chained behind me and trying to move to give Jessie a better working angle. I glanced over, and saw Bridget whispering into Maria's ear, Maria nod, then led over to the wall and pushed back against it as I was. Now out of my vision, I just concentrated on the feelings between my legs. Oddly no one came in to use the restroom while we were being taken care of, but I really didn't care at this point.

Jessie was good. Really good. Before long I was gently moaning, which I think served to encourage her pace and licking. Some may argue I probably should have been gagged because I think I let out a scream as I came that could have woke the dead. I tried to steady myself on the wall with my hands, as my legs closed around Jessie's head trapping her there to a degree. My legs started to shake and buck, but I was held up in part thanks to my collar being secured to the wall.

Exhausted and spent, I saw Jessie re-appear in front of me. She was smiling ear to ear, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I assume that you enjoyed that yes?"

I was a pile of mush at that point and just nodded in agreement as much as I could. She helped me support myself before stepping away. I watched her go over to what looked like a spot where there were light switches. She flipped one. I heard a click on my neck and when I tried to pull away there was no more resistance. She walked over to the cabinets, retrieved a key, and came back to me still enjoying the warmth of the water. My hands were unlocked, and again I was met with a kiss.

"Take all the time in here you need. Bridget is going to finish up with Maria and tend to her, be nice and just let them play. Feel free to use the tubs, any rubs, lotions, or whatever else you may see and I'll see you out in the bedroom. I think the girls are going to pop in a movie.

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. I enjoyed a few more minutes in the shower, before toweling off and leaving Maria and Bridget with some privacy. I walked into the day room to find everyone sitting around watching a movie. Despite how loud I must have been, no one even batted an eye. Some girls were cuddling with each other, some resting on their beds, others milled about quietly chatting. I walked over to Jessie, thanked her again for tending to me and went to bed. I must have passed out pretty fast, because I woke in the morning to Jessie reminding everyone to lock their belts back on.

I went back into the restroom to retrieve mine, and begrudgingly wrapped it around myself, as it was five minutes to eight. Sure enough, at 8 on the dot a chorus of beeps echoed out, and the door was opened. In came Head Mistress Janice, and approached us.

"Ladies, today is a free day for most of you Maria, Britt - if you haven't already grab a quick bite to eat, and report back here to me front and center within 10 minutes." Taking the opportunity, I ran quick to grab a bite to eat fast, before returning as instructed, not wanting to keep Head Mistress waiting.

Head Mistress Janice approached Maria and me, with two ominous looking leather hoods in her hands.

"OK ladies, time for your dungeon tour. Front and center so we can prepare you."

We stepped forward, and Head Mistress spinning her finger in the air indicated we needed to turn around. We both spun, putting our backs to her as she promptly pulled our wrists behind us, locking them snugly together. I tugged, already knowing that they weren't coming apart. She hooded me first, and it was horrible. The hood was thick, padded leather, which was slid down over my head. Loosely fitted, I felt my hair being pulled up and out of the top. The hood was adjusted so my nose fit in the little space designed for it, before being laced what I would call extremely tight. There was padding over the eyes and ears, as well as what I felt to be straps that cinched down over my eyes, jaw, and top of my head. Finally I felt hands at my neck, buckling the collar snug. I stood there, in my own dark world, feeling completely helpless. I couldn't see anything. Due to the strap under my chin I couldn't say anything, and with the padding on my ears I could hear, but barely. I could only assume the same was happening to poor Maria. I felt hands at my neck, and a light tug.

"Follow ladies. I know you're not well trained at blind leash following, but do your best." I felt a tug at my neck, and did my best to follow where it was leading me. It was odd, and uncomfortable to walk with your hands chained behind you, unable to see where you are going and unable to catch yourself if you fall. I tried to keep track of where I was being led, but I lost track way too easily. I know we were led out of our room and down the hallway and stairs to the first floor. Head Mistress warned us that the stairs down were coming, and to be careful. After that we were led around the first floor, but I'm not sure where or how far we were led around the first floor, before we were told there was another set of stairs coming. Again, carefully down the stairs as to not trip or fall, when we got to the bottom we were halted. A few more moments, and a tug on my neck pulling me forwards. Again a stop, followed by a loud bang, and some ominous clicks. I subsequently felt hands at the back of my head, and pressure being released. Hands were then felt loosening the strings at the hood, and eventually it was removed. It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the low light, but looking around was quite worried by what greeted me.

Behind me was a large, steel door, with a giant keyhole in the middle of the right side, presumably the only way out of here. Directly in front of me was a giant room. To the right were some cages, with thick heavy metal bars. A few tall ones, some short ones, and some extremely small ones so tiny I wondered how anyone could even fit in them. In the back of the room were two large, black rectangular boxes. They looked to be the size of a large trunk, but on wheels that had stoppers, and with large hinged clasps with holes in them. Next to those on the back wall was a large, wooden X with some attachment points at the top, bottom and middle. Further left, on the left wall were a large quantity of rings embedded into the wall, ceiling and floor. Also on that wall was an extremely large armoire, presumably full of restraints and punishment items. Finally along the wall was a door, again heavy and ominous looking.

In the center of the room was what kind of looked like a saw horse. Except it was taller, with wood down the sides, some O rings on the front and back, and some plugs sticking up out of it. Two posts were also in the middle of the room, supporting the ceiling above. Again, adorned with all kinds of fastening points, along with what appeared to be a pulley or winch of some form coming from the ceiling between the posts. The last thing I noticed before I got distracted was an odd contraption that looked like a bar with shackles on the sides. Coming out of the middle to form an upside down T was a tall bar, with a dildo on it. It was all bolted down to large piece of metal, which was then I think bolted to the floor. While I was looking around Head Mistress was off behind us, I think just watching us observe the room. She eventually broke the silence.

"I see you ladies are quite interested in all the nice toys here. Behind the door are some nice cells, some more roomy, some more isolated. Today you two ladies are going to have a little competition. I'm going to help the both of you get on the horse. We'll see who can last the longest. Winner gets a reward, loser gets some torture. Sound like fun?"

"I'm assuming that was a rhetorical question Head Mistress?"

"Yes sweetie it was. And since you're the wiseass today, you can be first up." A tug at my collar, and I followed Head Mistress over to the horse. It didn't look ominous, but I knew there was a catch. There was always a catch. Head Mistress walked over to the armoire and promptly returned with two sets of nipple clamps, two ballgags, a bottle of lube, and some rope. While I stood there, hands still behind me she rubbed both dildo's on what I'd learn to be my half with a generous amount of lube. She set the restraints down, and slid a set of small wooden steps to the side. A tug to the collar, and I walked up the steps. There was an identical set of steps on the other side, and I straddled the horse somewhat easily in my bound state. The steps were situated so that when standing on the top of them, my legs were fairly spread, and the invaders were just below their intended targets. The now familiar beep and click followed, and Head Mistress swung my protective plate away, clipping it to the holder behind my back up and out of the way.

"Ok now. I have you for support. Lower yourself slowly, and I'll help guide the plug and the dildo where they need to go." I didn't see many choices and I knew fighting would just result in more punishment and discomfort, so I slowly started to bend at the knees. I felt one hand at my bound wrists, while the other I felt alternate between my pussy and my ass, sliding the intruders in. They were large, but not completely unbearable. I slowly sat on them, getting down on my knees on the steps as they slid all the way in. "There we go. Good girl. Now just sit tight while we get Maria situated. Can't give her an unfair advantage so we'll leave those steps for you."

"Unfair advantage, leave the steps?" I had no clue what she meant, nor what it'd mean for my nether regions if she pulled the steps away. The process was repeated on Maria. Lube, steps, and slowly lowered into place on the invaders. Then Head Mistress looked at us with a grin that was a bit terrifying. First a ballgag was presented to Maria, then me, and of course both strapped in unnecessarily tight. Next were the spiteful clover nipple clamps. Of course Head Mistress was sadistic in their application. First she clamped my poor tits, and tied the rope off to the chain between them. She then passed it through a loop overhead in the pulley hanging from the ceiling before pulling it very tight, and tying it off to Maria's chain. Any movement by one of us translated to the others nipples. Next, Head Mistress oddly strapped my right ankle to my right thigh, before repeating the process on the left one. The same was applied to Maria, forcing us in a kneeling fashion. Although bound as we were, I'm not sure how far we were going. Finally I felt a clip on the lock holding my wrists behind my back. I saw Head Mistress walk around Maria, and clip a chain to hers as well. A brief whirring noise, and our wrists were both pulled up. Not so high it was painful, but just enough that no matter what I did, I couldn't reach the horse I was sitting on, or the invaders in me. I felt helpless, but not horrible. Little did I know what was to come next.

"OK ladies. Like I said, first one to tap out looses. All you have to do is clap or snap 3 times and I'll come to your rescue. Loser gets punished, winner gets rewarded. Ready?"

Two grunts came, and to my horror Head Mistress Janice pulled away the stairs from both our legs. I felt like the plugs up me were deep before, but holy shit when she pulled the steps away did they drive in deeper. To make matters worse, all my weight was now resting on them along with the top of the horse, which was extremely uncomfortable. The little bit of further lowering also caused our nipples to get yanked up by the clamps, adding more pain. I whimpered, and I could see tears lightly forming in Maria's eyes. I could tell she couldn't take anymore punishment, and was doing her best to put up with it.

Then the vibrators turned on. One vibe in my ass, and another in my pussy. I jumped at first, only causing myself more discomfort. Of course they were on high enough to know they were there, but low enough to prevent any form of pleasure we may hope to gain from them. I knew I could take the discomfort longer than Maria but felt really bad about her beating yesterday, and was going to tap out before she did. I looked in her eyes, and gently shook my head no, hoping Head Mistress wouldn't notice. Maria lowered her eyes a bit, gently nodding and trying to settle in and get somewhat comfy.

I had to wait long enough that quitting was believable, yet short enough that Maria didn't quit before I did. I gently rocked back and forth, as much as I could, trying to find a rhythm that would get me off but that was pointless. Every time I moved, I tugged my tits, as well as Maria's which eventually was met with a groan and a head shake. After what I'd guessed to be 15 min, the pain started to get pretty uncomfortable. We were both shifting our weight regularly - at least as much as we could in our strictly bound states. I tugged at my wrists, and although the tips of one or two fingers could barely graze the wood bondage horse we were on, there was nowhere near enough slack. It was getting to the point where I just wanted to relieve the pressure on my aching pussy, and cum. I looked over at Maria, and she was almost begging with her eyes. I had no clue how long we were up here, but I know neither of us had much more left. I clapped three times with my shackled hands.

"My my ladies, not what I expected. Ok. Let's get you both down. Maria since you were last up, you can be first down." Head Mistress Janice untied Maria's legs first. She slowly extended them, probably cramped from being folded. Even all the way extended, her legs wouldn't touch the floor. Head Mistress removed her nipple clamps next, and I thought she was going to bite through her ballgag when she did. I watched as her wrists then were released, and slowly lowered. Head Mistress went to get the stairs, and I could see her mouth thank you around the ballgag which was still wedged deep in her mouth. I nodded quickly before Head Mistress returned placing the steps beneath her feet. With assistance, she swung herself off the horse and onto the floor.

"Kneel slave."

Maria dropped to her knees, still gagged and cuffed, legs spread as to avoid more punishment luckily.

"Miss Britt. Punishment time. First to get you off this horse." The same process was applied to me. Legs released, followed by tits then cuffs, and helped off the horse. The nipple clamps coming off hurt as always, but sadly I felt like I was slowly getting used to it. Once off the horse I spread my legs, and Head Mistress re-locked my belt. I found it interesting mine was relocked, and Maria's wasn't.

"As a reward, Maria here is going to get multiple orgasms. After the last few days, she probably deserves them anyways. You are going to be bound rather firmly, and isolated. Your belt is also going to be set to orgasm denial, and Maria here is going to help me get you firmly restrained. Stand and follow me - both of you."

Maria got up, and we both followed Head Mistress across the room still with our hands bound behind us and firmly gagged. What I saw next was borderline frightening. We crossed the room with all of the torture devices, across through to the doors in the back. Head Mistress opened it with a key, and summoned us in with her. I couldn't help but notice that nothing down here locked with the embedded security system. It was all with hard, physical locks and keys. Once through the steel security door, there were doors, cages, and cells. Well, that's the best I can describe it at least. There was one room with a solid steel door, padded on the inside all around. There was a hole in the middle of the floor, and that was about it. There were some of what I'd call standard prison cells. Concrete walls, ceilings and floors, with a front that was all bars. Metal bunk beds on one wall, with a toilet and sink combo on the back. There were small cages stacked up against one of the wall, bottoms made of concrete with a little leather pad inside, the rest chain link. Almost like dog kennels. Next to the dog kennels were small recesses in the concrete, barely big enough for a person to fit. There were eight total. Four were designed with body shaped cutouts for people to fit. Two had metal doors that would close over sealing out all light, and two had doors which were made of bars. Similarly, the other four had doors designed the same, but were generic squares instead of people shapes. Finally to the right there was a room that I'd call the black room. All concrete, painted black all around, the door thick and ominous. I could see rubber gaskets around the sides of the door, presumably to block out all light.

"Ok Britt, we're going to put you in a trunk. The trunk is very tight, very form fitting. You'll be locked in nice and tight, then locked in the blackout cell. You'll be placed in one of our special hoods..well, never mind. You'll see soon enough."

Head Mistress Janice first walked over to Maria, and unlocked her hands from behind her back.

"Maria be a dear. Go to the armoire in the other room, retrieve the single sleeve, ballet boots, and the bigger, bulkier black leather hood." With the instruction, Maria quickly walked off. Head Mistress Janice walked over to the other side of the room, and rolled out a trunk that must have been about 5 feet tall, and about 4 feet long. It was big and black, made of steel with heavy rolling wheels on the bottom. Just as she got back to me, Maria came in with a handful of restraints.

"Brit, sit on the box please. Maria, help her into those boots." I obediently sat on the box, and Maria slid the first boot up my foot. These were no normal ballet slippers. They were made of stiff leather, with laces up the front. The held the wearers toe in pointe, and I had no clue how the hell anyone could stand on them. They did have quite the ridiculous heel, and locked on around the ankle of course. She laced up the first one, and as it was designed held my foot pointed steeply down. Not painful, but not exactly comfortable either. The same process was repeated on my other foot, before they were both locked on by Head Mistress Janice.

"Stand. Maria, keep her stable." I carefully stood, my feet screaming in pain. Nothing to do about it now but stand there as Maria looked into my eyes almost guiltily, helping to keep me from falling over. I heard a beep and a click, and felt my belt plate being swung away, and clipped up behind me. Hands were at my ass, quickly followed by coldness on my hole. Pressure followed, and slowly a rather large plug worked its way up into me. Head Mistress quickly slid my belt back forward between my legs, locking it shut again. The invader was uncomfortable, but not painful. Arms grabbed my wrists, pulling them back. I offered no resistance, and could feel the metal shackles being opened and removed. That brief moment of freedom was fleeting, as it didn't last long. I felt leather being drawn high up my arms, till it was just past my elbows. My hands were kind of balled together in a small pocket. The familiar feeling of a restraint tightening on my body came next, as I felt Head Mistress pulling strings on the front, further pulling my arms together. She laced it up all the way to the top, forcing me to arch my back. Buckles, next, around my shoulders, elbows, and wrists. There was no way in hell this was coming off without help. I felt hands next, sliding around the front of me, gently playing with my nipples. I let out a moan, as Head Mistress pulled me in closer from behind gently playing with my tits. I was shocked at the attention, but loving it all the same. Maria let go of me as Head Mistress wrapped me up in her arms, teasing my body. I could feel her breath at my ear.

"You like this don't you slut. You like the attention on your body. Man, woman. It doesn't matter to you does it?"

I gently shook my head no, relishing the hands pawing at my tits.

"You took one for the team too didn't you. Helped out poor Maria so she wouldn't be tortured more after the whipping that she took?"

I paused a moment, then nodded slowly up and down. I kept my eyes forward, quietly replying to Head Mistress while keeping eye contact with Maria. Maria just stood there watching, afraid I think to say much of anything behind her ballgag. She couldn't hear what Head Mistress was saying from what I could tell.

"That was very, very kind of you. You'll fit in here as a team player, but don't think I'm going to cut you any slack on this punishment." She unbuckled my ballgag and then stepped back a step, nodding to Maria. Maria approached with the hood. It was similar to the hoods strapped on us when we came down to the dungeon, only this one had more bulk in front of the eyes, and no breathing hole on the mouth. Instead there was a small tube coming out. Maria slowly started to roll the hood onto my head, while Head Mistress explained the hood.

"This is one of our custom, total control hoods. There are two small video screens in front of your eyes slave, as well as mini headphones over your ears, and a breathing tube through the penis gag you're about to have in your mouth. We can control what you see, if anything; what you hear, if anything; and even if you breathe. Some girls freak out when they wear it, some enjoy it. I hope you're the latter."

Luckily I wasn't claustrophobic, but I still didn't want it on me. Worried about what may happen if I tried to resist (not like I could anyways) I just stood there and took it. As it was pulled down my world shifted into darkness. First I couldn't see anything; my world was engulfed in total darkness. Next up sound was taken from me. Knowing what was coming next, I opened my mouth wide enough to let the large rubber phallus between my lips. Given how form fitting the hood was, and how much tighter it got when Head Mistress laced it up, I was happy for the breathing tube. Hands around my waist, held on and slowly guided me forward, before I felt a tap at my knee. I lifted it, and it was guided forward and back down. The process was repeated on the other, followed by firm force down. I carefully got to my knees, rather wobbly in the boots. I was shuffled backwards, then pushed down and back, folded into an s shape. One pair of hands forcing me down bent tight, another at my neck for a fleeting moment, then all hands were gone. I tried to sit up, but a quick jar at my neck made me realize it was clipped down. Hands bound as they were, the walls of the box, and my legs under me and I was fucked. I felt hands at my ass and pussy again, fiddling with the belt. Then nothing.

As if I weren't helpless enough, I felt more padding around my sides, followed by more on top of me before I felt it compressed, then nothing. I assumed the lid was closed and locked shut, but bound and blind as I was, there was no way to be sure. Only thing I knew is that I couldn't move a muscle. Next came the vibration. Not between my legs, but the whole box. They must have been moving me to the isolation cell. Given the box, and how tightly bound as I was, it seemed overkill, but what choice did I have. I felt a jarring bump, a bit more vibration, then it all stopped. And by it, I meant everything. I didn't quite realize how awkward and helpless it'd feel to be isolated. You think you know what that word means till you are. I was in complete darkness in the hood, arms pinned uncomfortably behind me, folded like a pretzel and completely immobile. Only thing I could hear was the sound of my own breathing. Then it hit me. I had no clue how long I was going to be left like this. Head Mistress Janice had commanded me in here, but didn't tell me how long I'd be left here. I a brief moment of panic I struggled intensely against my bonds - if you can even call it that. I pulled on my arms and my neck, but nothing gave an inch.

Then brightness. At first it startled me, having been in complete darkness. As my eyes adjusted I realized I was watching a real time video feed from the dungeon room. I could see Maria kneeling on the floor, straddling a large leather dome. Her legs were tied folded over, then from what I could tell also tied to the floor so she couldn't move off the thing. Her belt was open, as I could see almost down to her pussy had no metal over it. Her hands were chained over head, not terribly tight, but tight enough to not give her much movement. Finally there was that nice big, bright red ball wedged between her teeth.

My silence was interrupted by Head Mistress Janice's voice through my ears.

"Well Britt, as I'm sure you can see right now Maria is about to have a wonderful time. What you probably can't see is the rubber cock wedged deep inside her, or the nice nubs it has resting on her clit. I bet by now you're wondering how long I intend to leave you in there, and the answer is that it all depends on Maria. Unfortunately for you, she can't hear this explanation right now, as I'm in a completely different room watching both of you on the cctv system. Well, watching your box anyways. Maria has a small controller in her hands. That controller turns on the Sybain she's straddling. She has the ability to cum as many times as she wants, simply by adjusting the Sybain. She can turn it on, off, up down, at her leisure. I've told her at a minimum she must cum 3 times, but anything past that is of her choosing. What she doesn't know is her controller is also sync'd to your belt. On, off, up, down - she controls her intensity as well as yours. The only catch is that your belt is programmed that if it senses you close to an orgasm to deny you with a shock. When it senses you're calm enough, you'll be re-sync'd with your friend. However many orgasms she has is however many hours you're gonna spend in that box. We have the ability to adapt it to feed you through the cock, and drain you through the belt if we need to. Dropping the controller is her signal to me she's had enough, at which point I'll release her and your belt will take over automated orgasm denial. I hope for your sake she isn't too horny."

I was terrified at the prospect of how long I may spend in this box. Given these damn belts, I know I wasn't nearly as satisfied as I was used to, and given how sexy Maria was, I could only imagine she wasn't either.