Author's Note: A young lady loses her job as a top web-designer and stumbles across her neighbours business manufacturing and selling bondage restraints and clothing. Between jobs, she volunteers to help him increase his business by creating a state of the art on-line catalogue; for a share in the profits. Unfortunately under the terms of the contract she enters into this means that she must also personally test and model the items.

This is one contract she is definitely locked into, and won't be getting out of!

(Slow build up but then progresses at quite a rate).


1. Out of Work

Things would work out, they always do.

If only I hadn't been so bloody quick to cut my ties with my parents; but there was no going back now. I was on top of the world; only just out of university a couple of years and earning a six figure salary as a top web designer for an international marketing company; I was far too keen to show off my wealth, my spending power. How was I going to pay my mortgage on my million plus house now? How soon would the new Porsche 911 be going back? Oh shit!

How was I to know the whole world would be driven into recession? Stupid salaries like mine a thing of the past? At least I received a silly figure pay-off so I figure I can survive maybe six months until I am forced to deal with my now negative equity. In the meantime I will have to re-evaluate my market worth because I haven't received a single response from placing my CV and wage expectations with any of the usual agents.


2. Meet the Neighbour

So here I am, sunbathing in the garden by my pool drinking a Martini and wallowing in self-pity. I have bought a very nice barn conversion in a little village; one of only two houses at the end of a single dirt-track; just my house and what was an old farmhouse now converted and updated with a barn alongside my place but at least eighty yards between.

We both have large gardens and pools at the rear but a shared block-paved area at the front. A wooden fence separates the gardens.

The neighbour is also a single occupant although he often has his girlfriend's staying over. He seems a nice lad, Matt, a fit looking tall man maybe thirty years old. He appears to work most of the time from home, well in the barn anyway. I don't know what he does for work but I often hear electric tools running and hammering and stuff; and he has a large blue unmarked panel van parked in front alongside his Landover.

I only know him from casual conversation. I had seen him outside his barn a few times in just his shorts and thought he looked pretty hot and so just to test the water I took to washing my car out front in just a skimpy bikini. This done the trick and as soon as he saw me he walked across for a chat and to introduce himself (and to ogle me I bet!). I liked him and thought if I ever got bored and fancied some entertainment I could work this further; although this would come with the obvious pitfall of the inevitable falling out with the neighbour when things turned sour.

I was just downing the last of my Martini and considering another when I heard Matts' voice "Hello, Steph; Oh, shit, sorry" and the noise of something hitting my wooden fence alongside me.

I just glimpsed the top of Matts head as it dropped below the top of the fence. He must have stood on something to look over the fence and had just seen me sunbathing naked! I grabbed my towel, the only thing I had out here and wrapping it around me went over to the fence and called over "Hi Matt, you wanting something? I'm decent now if you want to come round?"

"Any chance you could come around here?" He called back "I've got myself in a bit of a pickle and could do with your help for a moment, the gate is open."

I wrapped the towel a bit more securely around me and slid on my flip-flops and started to head around, but then with a teasing thought and a smile on my face nipped into my house to grab a shorter towel that just barely covered me.

I entered his garden and stopped, shocked; there was Matt, in just his sports shorts with his wrists and neck locked into some sort of steel bar thing holding his hands out wide. He had an embarrassed smile on his face and judging by his shorts quite a big erection going on!

"Er, sorry Steph, I know this looks kind of weird but I can explain" he said.

I started to walk closer to him and laughed "Go on then, this should be fun." There was a patio table and six chairs and I sat in one of them, holding my towel in place.

"I am sorry I saw you naked; I wouldn't normally invade your privacy or look over the fence like that but I did try your door and rang the bell but got no answer; I could see your car was there and I heard you splashing in the pool earlier so I knew you were about so managed to get that chair over to the fence to stand on to look for you; I didn't stop to think you may be naked; I'm sorry."

He continued "I make these things and other similar items for a living; me and my partner John have an adult store in town and do quite well with it. John looks after the store and the sales side and I make all the clothing, toys and restraints. This is meant to be a self-releasing yoke but it has gone wrong, obviously; never had this happen to me before, and very embarrassing."

I was still laughing and couldn't help but look at his shorts impersonating a tent and replied "Yes, very embarrassing, I can see; is that for me or do those yoke things always have that effect?"

He looked down at himself as if only just realising what I have been staring at and also laughed "Again I am sorry, cannot do much about it or to hide it; seeing you naked and now having you here like this is probably what I have to thank."

"Okay" I laughed, "what do you want me to do? In regard to your bondage predicament, not your shorts?" I was laughing out loud uncontrollably at this stage.

"If you could come to my workshop with me I have a master-key that will get this off me" and he set off for his barn with me following behind.

His barn was massive, probably the same size as my entire house and the two side walls were covered in racks and hangers with lots of cuffs, shackles, chains and frames and things; he also had cages in various shapes and sizes and wooden stocks and leather benches and seats and restraints hanging from the ceiling.

Matt led me over to a workbench and pointed out a particular key and I unlocked his right wrist; he managed the rest from there.

I hadn't given it a thought but I now felt almost naked and very vulnerable; I had been okay when he was locked in the yoke. I tried to put a brave face on it and act confident. Matt turned his back on me and made some adjustment in his shorts to help hide his still prominent erection.

"Thank's Steph, it's very lucky you were home or I don't know what I would have done; probably would have had to call John and he won't be locking up the shop until this evening; it would have been a long day."

"That's no problem; but if you do need to call me again can you please do so before you look over the fence? All this stuff, you made all of this?"

"Yes, it's not a full time commitment as I can make it quicker than we manage to sell it but I also put time into creating new stuff, trying to keep ahead of the market with the ever increasing demand for new ways to be restrained. Come and have a look in my store rooms, that's where I keep my clothing range and toys."

Matt took me through to the rear of the barn where there were two doors, the first room had shelves filled with packaged sex toys; everything I could imagine and more. The other room had gags, leather harnesses, hoods, boots, shoes, arm-binders, pony girl rigs, hobble skirts, all sorts.

"Want to try anything?" He asked; "Er, no, thanks for the offer but I think I will give it a pass today; I must admit it is a bit of a shock, I had no idea what you done in here and this isn't something I have ever tried or really think I am into; I will get back to my sun-bathing instead I think. What is up the stairs?"

There was a wooden staircase leading up to the floor above. "That's the studio, some of the stuff I make like the cages and the garden bondage devices such as the stocks are too large to display in the store and we photo shoot them outside, but all the other stuff we photo up in the studio and it is all in a catalogue in the store."

"Oh, is that the girls you tend to have round from time to time? Do they model the stuff for the catalogue?"

"Er, no; they are just friends; we haven't actually had any of the stuff modelled, just photographed."

"Oh, sorry" I said, embarrassed, "I haven't been watching you or anything, just happened to see some of your friends visiting."

"No problem, I can see why you may have thought they were models; but having said that, it would be easy to think you were a model too."

I couldn't help but smile at this compliment, "I wish, anyway, nice to find out more about my only neighbour; and thanks for the experience, it's been fun meeting and seeing you like this." I started laughing again, couldn't help myself, as I left his barn. Matt too was chuckling aloud.

I poured another Martini, dropped my towel and got back to my relaxing self-pity.


3. Being Neighbourly

I was thinking how are they ever going to grow their business if they are totally reliant on visitors to their store? Why don't they have a website and an on-line catalogue? Have they even given any thought to their marketing? They need me or somebody like me. Maybe there is an opportunity for me to make a little pocket money working from home while I wait for my CV to find me something more suitable.

It had only been five minutes and still feeling flirtatious I wrapped my little towel around myself again and headed back over to his barn; Matt was there and saw me coming and stood waiting; either for me or for my towel to slip.

"Hi Matt, I was just wondering, who looks after your marketing?" This was just the lead question and ten minutes later we were in full discussion on how I could help; Matt was completely ignorant of my work and off the top of my head I was saying I could more than double their annual turn-over; how about I do it all at my own expense and take 90% of all profits. He laughed at that and said 90% of anything would be ridiculous; I responded that if I could generate 100'000 extra profit alone then they would get 10'000 for doing nothing they weren't already doing.

We continued the discussion and Matt said he would have to pass it by his partner, John; I also said I would need to see the catalogue and do some research on the internet to gauge the market and see what other manufacturers were doing; and identify costing's for suitable models as even without looking at the internet I am sure naked girls in restraints would generate much more interest than just the bare items. Matt said he had already looked at this and they would cost a fortune as they would be required over and over again as the business progressed. I had my doubts. I said I would also like to see their studio to see if the premises were suitable for the modelling and photo shoot.

Matt stood back to let me go up the stairs first, but fully aware of how bare my bum would be in this little towel going up those steep stairs I smiled and said "no way but thanks for the effort, you first please."

Matt led me up and I was really impressed. It had a high flat ceiling but two of the side walls were sloping. It was a really big space and carpeted. The walls and ceiling had exposed timber struts but were otherwise plastered smooth and painted white.

There were white strip lights along the ceiling but the walls had hidden subdued lighting and from a control Matt could actually change the colours of the walls. He explained that he had used a high satin reflective paint on the walls to achieve this.

There were some of his bondage items laying around and a set of stocks and some chairs and a leather bondage bench physically built and fitted up here.

There was also what looked like a brass fireman's pole going from a ceiling beam down through a hole in the floor. Strange, I hadn't noticed that from below; probably too much else to look at I suppose, including Matt's significant erection which was yet again very noticeable! I asked him about it (the brass pole!); not something I expected to see up here.

Matt explained that he had helped clear out an old fire station and had bought it for a snip on a whim and thought it would make a good emergency fire exit. He said "If you are up to a dare and want to impress me, that you have the necessary courage and backbone to take a risk in business then drop your towel and give it a go; but as you go through the hole drop your body down below your hands as the pole stops before the floor and you have to drop the final few inches; but onto a sprung floor so it doesn't hurt. I can promise it will be a new experience for you; surprisingly new."

"Er no, not at the moment thanks; I'll just keep my towel where it is and have a look around; but if you could get me a spare catalogue to take away and have a look at?"

"Okay, I'll give John a ring as well and discuss what you said in principle; give me twenty minutes or so and I'll be back."

Well it only took me less than five minutes to have a good look around. I tried out the stocks careful not to let them shut and lock; and tried out the bondage bench and a couple of the various chairs; one of them not so different to a gynaecologist chair. He also had a trapeze type thing dangling with restraints fitted and a few dangling ropes and chains with cuffs on. I must admit I was getting tempted to really try some of this stuff; maybe in the future if I ever get to play with my neighbour or maybe if I come back with some clothes on but I don't see myself negotiating a deal naked hanging from the ceiling!

This brought me back to the fireman's pole. I thought about it, then hesitated, then thought 'well girl if you are going to do it, if you have the guts, then get it done and back up here before Matt comes back and catches your naked ass running up the stairs'.

I dropped the towel onto the bondage bench, grabbed the pole in both hands and without further thought dropped my feet through the hole. It was too light up here and dark below to see through the hole but I slowly slid down, rotating slowly as I did. Before my head was through the hole my feet felt the pole end and I dropped my body so I was just holding the pole with my hands; I felt like a pole dancer, very erotic! I continued to drop and the final foot it seemed to be smoother and my hands slipped down and off. I braced myself but instantly was on my feet and bouncing slightly on the sprung floor.

Fuck! I am in a cage! I look up and see all the steel cage bars go up and into the ceiling. I am fucking stark naked in a fucking steel bar cage! The cage is round, less than two foot diameter so I cannot even sit; it is made of vertical bars only and set about five inches apart but at the bottom of one side there is what looks like a small door type thing, locked!

Fuck! Why did I have to be so brave, so stupid? Why didn't I keep my towel on? Why didn't I just drop my towel through first? Why did I have to try it? What was I trying to prove and to who? To me? To Matt? Oh Fuck!


4. Negotiation

Well obviously I was still there, still panicking when Matt returned, a beaming smile on his face "So you do have some fire in you, the guts to jump into the unknown; well done you; I think we can do business together, I like what I see; sorry about the little trick with the cage, you are not the first to be caught like this."

I was stood facing him but with one arm across my tits and my other hand covering my pussy "Just turn your back and look the other way and let me out of this thing, now" I demanded.

Instead Matt walked over closer to me and sat on a wooden chair and put his feet up on a bench and crossed his arms behind his head and said "Sorry Steph, but I need to see to let you out; plus what would you think if I didn't take this opportunity to look at you? That I'm gay? That you are ugly? That I'm sorry I tricked you into being my little naked pet put in a cage on display? No I think I will be making the most of this; plus John likes your idea, he agrees I should start negotiations with you like immediately."

"Okay, let me out of here right now and back up to your studio and I will just put this cage trap thing down to experience and forget it; and I will discuss marketing your stuff; otherwise forget it." I was past the blushing stage and was getting angry now; that I was so trapped and helpless to do anything about it.

"So I let you out and back up to the studio and you promise you will negotiate the basics of a contract with me?"

"Yes".

"Say please Sir."

"You can Fuck right off!"

Matt smiled "Okay" and just continued sitting there looking at me.

I gulped, swallowing my pride, "Please Sir, let me out."

Matt smiled again "That's better, now let me help you." He came over to the cage and walked around the back, I thought to unlock something but it turned out he just wanted to see my bum. When it dawned on me I jumped around still keeping my hands covering me as best as I could. He took a key out of his pocket and said "Very nice, I like that you don't have any tan lines."

"Just get on with it, please, Sir" I replied through gritted teeth although something had changed, and I was starting to get turned on by my dilemma; being totally at his mercy whilst naked. I thought I was teasing him with my little towel routine but this was something else.

He unlocked the gate but rather than opening out it slid up the way leaving a small oval shaped opening, like a big letter box. "How the hell am I meant to get out of that?" I asked.

"Easy, just looks a bit awkward" he explained.

"You need to face the other way, grasp the bars with both hands and place your feet backwards through this opening and kneel down. Then you just back out through the gate on your belly; easy." Whilst he said this he had resumed his position on the chair with his feet up.

I just stood there, looking at his shit eating smile whilst it fully sank in that I was going to have to fully expose myself to let myself out; and he was going to sit there, relaxed, like at a movie and enjoy the show. "There must be some other way? Like some of these bars come out or something?"

"No."

"Well turn around and look the other way."

"No."

"Well at least close your eyes."

"No"

"Can I have my towel back? Please? Sir?"

"No."

It took me a minute to finally make the decision, and I removed my hands and gripped two of the bars in front of me; "Ah, a Brazilian, short and thin, I like it, looks like you are a natural blond too."

I instinctively let go and covered myself again but Matt just laughed knowing full well I would have to uncover myself again if I wanted out.

"Bastard!" I gripped the bars again and this time put my feet through the opening and knelt down; then worked my body through the opening until I was laid flat face down. It was quite a narrow opening, like a horizontal oval shape and the last things through were going to be my head and then my arms. By the time I was squeezing my bum through the hole he was stood over me watching and complimenting me on my moves which wasn't helping the situation any. The floor of the cage and the floor through the gate were carpeted and clean so at least I wasn't being made grubby crawling like this; just embarrassed.

I got my tits through and was moving very slowly, pushing back with my hands and crawling on my toe tips. I felt the gate lower onto and around my neck and lock in place "What the Fuck are you doing now? Just let me out of this thing."

Matt come back around to the front of the cage and knelt and looked at me in the face. My arms were stuck down on the floor of the cage and spread out towards him. He passed a set of thick steel cuffs through the bars and fastened them onto my wrists; they were joined together by just one ring of steel. "Don't worry Steph, this is just a part of the negotiation process, I mean you no harm, you are safe here, I promise you."

Well this done nothing to make me feel better but I figured the position I was in it was best just to say nothing. Matt again released the cage gate and raised it; I continued with my slow crawl out. Once out I climbed to my feet and even though my hands were cuffed I covered myself again as best as I could.

"Okay, as promised, let's get you back up to the studio for our negotiation." He ushered me to the stairs and this time he insisted I go up first; which I did, my naked ass in his face all the way up.

I grabbed my towel holding it over the front of me and stood in the centre of the studio and said "Right you have had your fun; I will accept some of it, I come here naked but for my towel which I suppose was asking for something to happen, then I was silly enough to fall into your little trap; but enough is enough; release these things now and I will go and get dressed and then we can talk."

He come over to me took hold of my cuffs, but instead of releasing them he quickly raised them and snapped a hook that was dangling above me into the steel ring on the cuffs. "No, I told you, I am going to get dressed, release me, now."

Rather than release me he walked over to the wall and pressed a button and my hands were drawn up until I was on tip-toes. He crossed back and took my towel away again. The cage was nothing, now this is really exposed and vulnerable. I was stretched, my whole body was on display, my tits just out there asking to be petted, my pussy and ass bouncing about asking for attention as my feet juggled to balance me and take my weight off my wrists. "Matt, I told you, no, let me go."

"Steph, you promised, we had an agreement, I release you from the cage and bring you back up here and you negotiate with me the basics of our contract; I have kept my promise, and now you will keep yours too."

What can I say, I am Fucked! What did I say to myself about not negotiating a deal whilst hanging naked from the ceiling? I still have a half drank Martini sitting by my sunbed, how did all this happen?

Matt has a slow walk around me and a good look at what I have on show, and then sits himself on one of his bondage chairs right in front of me. "John said for me to make sure I was negotiating from a strong position; I think I have achieved that; at least I have certainly weakened your position. He and I think your proposition of 90% is good, but the wrong way around; you can take 10% of all profits that your marketing delivers."

"It's a none starter then, get somebody else to set you up professionally; I don't work for piddling sums of money; even 90% of what can be earned is only pocket money for me, almost like a hobby helping you. I will take 90% of all profits in year one, 50% of all profits in year two; and then back out and leave you to capture all the profits of what I have set up." I cannot believe it, I am actually negotiating with him, naked and restrained like this, weird!

"How about you keep 40% of the profits, but half of that goes into shares in the company and we make you a third partner and company Director. Once your profits amount to a third of the shares in the value of the company as it stands today then we split all the profits from the whole company, on-line and in store three ways equally?"

"I have a good name in my business world; if I was to take on company Director responsibilities I would have to satisfy myself the company and everything that was marketed and sold was of a high standard; personally. How about I take 75% of all profits directly related to on-line sales with an option to buy up to 33% of the company shares; and we get the company valued now and take that as the value for my share purchase?"

Throughout this discussion he couldn't take his eyes off my body, and I was starting to enjoy it, the helplessness of my position added to it but I felt I looked fantastic in this vulnerable position and I was actually now trying to pose my body to its best effect; even changing from toe to toe to bounce my tits when emphasising points.

Negotiations went back and forth but failed to result in any agreement and I just stopped, told him I wasn't playing anymore. He changed his negotiation tactics. He took what looked like a riding crop from a display of such items and swatted my bum "Ouch!"

"You can't do that, that is taking it way too far!"

'Swish' - "Ouch!"

Again and again he swatted my bum and around my body; I was helpless and knew it.

"Like to get back to the negotiations Steph?"

"Yes, alright, just stop hitting my bum."

'Swish', 'Swish', two hard ones -"Youch!!"

"Try asking me again nicely, you know, with the odd 'please' and 'Sir' thrown in, may help stop your bum hurting so much." 'Swish' - "Ouch!"

"Please Sir, please let me negotiate with you some more, please." I was almost begging, certainly pleading, and couldn't explain to myself why I was almost smiling and hoping he would swat me some more regardless of my pleas; this was alien and unexplainable to me.

We ended the contract talks, and to be fair to him, which was difficult given what he had just done to me; (at one point he even tried to get me to call him 'Master' but I steadfastly refused; in college and at work I had bettered every man I had ever been up against, no way was I calling him 'Master'! ) he actually negotiated quite reasonably and fairly; and both sides had a cooling period whilst the actual contract was written up and formally agreed.

I was to keep 60% of all new profit over three years; I would become a Director with immediate effect and have an option on 33% of the company shares; then in three years' time all company profits would be shared equally and would be paid quarterly in dividends. During the first three years I was to pick up all modelling and marketing costs from my profits; and no product would be marketed unless I had personally tested it to my satisfaction and ensured that it was entirely fit for purpose and of a professional high standard.

I was happy with this, the final clause guarantees that my good name will not be tarnished as a Director of a shoddy business and the shares option could be of real value if I can make this company into a National or even international supplier. In the meantime the 60% would be good pocket money for the little work I would actually have to put in on this. I had only really hoped to get 50% for one year, 60% for three years was taking the piss!

He said he wanted to make something special for me to make up for his having taken advantage of me; which he admitted was entirely for his own pleasure; and took out a tape measure and noted all my measurements, breasts, hips, leg length, waist, neck, ankles, wrists, shoulders, everything; he even asked my shoe size; I told him not to bother, just releasing me would be all it took.

Matt couldn't resist giving my ass one last 'swish' to cement the deal and lowered and released my hands. I had been on display so long I was numb to my nakedness and followed Matt down the stairs with the towel draped over my shoulder. It was only when I was leaving the barn with the catalogue in my hand and heading back to my garden that I thought to cover myself.


5. Research

I dived into my pool to cool off then laid back on my sunbed with my Martini to think about what had just happened; not just the contract, but the bondage and why I seemed to be happy with it. I didn't even really realise I was fingering myself until I was coming.

I had just behaved so out of character; well, no, maybe not really. I mean, I've done a little bondage before, and I do enjoy getting my kit off; but naked in cuffs negotiating with a guy I've just met?

After dinner I had a good look through the catalogue, I had no idea some of these things even existed or how they would be used; they just had a basic photo of each item; a brief written description, product code and price. It was quite amateurish and needed doing properly from start to finish but I got the basic idea.

Next I went on-line and researched bondage gear. This took me to various sites and the difference between them was immense. I could see all the most frequently visited sites were the ones using real models, and the naked ones the most popular still. I also looked at the lay-out of the sites, the basic presentation; some were quite good but not a patch on what I had done for the record and movie companies I had worked for.

Then I started researching models, nude models, fashion models, fetish models; I was appalled at the costs involved; if this didn't get off the ground I could make quite a loss and waste my time.

I laid in bed thinking over my day, all I had experienced and all I had learned. I also thought about my house, car and standard of living and lack of money coming in. I resolved to throw myself entirely into this new business. The web site development would be a breeze, with the right material to display; but the cost of the models, as Matt had warned, was a problem.

I slowly allowed myself to be distracted by my body, tickling my nipples whilst imagining my hands were restrained to the headboard; being helpless to resist the pleasure, the electric sensations flowing through my body. I wandered my hands down to my pussy and played whilst picturing myself again sliding down that pole and into the cage; and then suspended, helpless imagining it was Matt's hand and fingers probing my pussy; feeling the switch on my naked bum.

Then I was being made to kneel and locked into a frame, my bum high up in the air and exposed, legs apart; a ring-gag in my mouth keeping me open and accessible. Matt walking around me with a camera taking photo's for the web-site; commenting on my pose, spanking me to get a reaction for the camera then taking me from behind.

This must have continued throughout the night because I awoke in a sweat, my pussy wet and my sheets damp. I went into the shower and frigged myself into one hell of an orgasm. Fantastic!

After breakfast I took my lap-top out to the poolside and started with some basic web-design, playing with lay-outs and colours and themes and making a note of the search criteria I had used when doing my research, if I assume this is what other people wanting this gear would also search for then I want my web-site to have a title that will make these hits and guide new customers my way.

I had a good swim before making myself some light lunch to bring out to the pool. I continued to spray myself with lots of sun cream; apart from the little towel I used yesterday I had now been entirely naked for the past two days; at this rate I could sell my wardrobe to raise money!

The rest of this day and the whole of the next followed the same pattern, staying naked, sunbathing, research and web-site design through the day, masturbation and sweating through the night. It was good.

The following day I was again by the pool when there was a knock on the fence, I responded "Hello, Matt?"

"Yeah, okay if I pop round?"

"Yes, the gate is open."

I quickly grabbed a towel and covered myself and a minute later Matt was sat on a patio table chair talking with me. He had a package and put it on the table and said "A present for you to try out, just to kind of say sorry for how I handled you the other day."

I thanked him, intrigued as to what it could be but guessing it was something to do with bondage. We then discussed my marketing ideas and plans and how the contract drafting was going. Matt said the business should be valued and the contract fully drafted by tomorrow, would I like to pop over in the evening for a drink and something to eat and we can go through it together? I agreed to see him then.

Once he was gone I couldn't wait, I picked up the package and ran naked into my house to see what it was. I took it straight up to my bedroom and opened it.

Lots of blue leather come out, blue leather thigh boots with 4" stiletto heels, blue leather corset, blue leather cuffs, collar, lead and gag; oh, and a few tiny padlocks and a couple of keys on a ring. The cuffs had labels on them, wrist, above elbow, and ankle.

I wanted to try them on immediately which surprised me. Until I had visited Matt in his barn I had hardly ever encountered or even thought about bondage much, just a couple of fun nights with handcuffs with a boyfriend; but now I was unexplainably eager to put cuffs on myself and wear this perverted kinky stuff. Why?

Fortunately I paused long enough to consider that there may be another trick or trap in this. I locked one of the cuffs and then tried the keys, they didn't fit. The thigh boots had self-locking clasps that locked around the ankle and at the top of the boot, I locked one of these and again the keys did not fit. The keys didn't fit the little padlocks either. Lucky I hadn't tried them all on in haste. I decided to make myself dinner, have some wine and think about this.

That evening I took the locked cuff and thigh boot across to Matt's house and rang the bell. Matt opened the door and saw me standing there with his boot and cuff and first looked confused, and then kind of sheepish "Oh, you didn't fall for it then?" He asked.

"No, not at all, please get the keys and unlock these for me."

"Unlock them?"

"Well yes, like they are locked, I want them unlocked, like derr."

"What you still want to put them on?"

"I told you, bondage isn't my thing, and in spite of what you put me through in your barn that is still the case; but I would still like to see what these things look like on me, just to see how you picture me in your fantasies because you seeing me in this stuff is just that, a fantasy. I will bring it all back tomorrow when I come over. Now, the keys please?"

He disappeared for a minute and then returned and unlocked them.

"I am disappointed that you thought me dumb enough to fall for something like this, and that you are willing to go into business with somebody you think so stupid; google me, Steph Meadows, you will soon find my business background and qualifications; you may be surprised that I actually have an IQ and a brain; not just tits and ass."

I turned around, struggling to keep a straight face, and walked away.

The next day, following yet another sweaty night dreaming about being tied down and fucked by Matt I spent yet more time in and by the pool planning my night and working on the web design. I had spent the whole week thinking more and more about sex and really needed a good fucking. I had decided Matt would be my 'fuck-boy'; whilst I am out of work and starved of social activity whenever I feel the need I will be able to call on Matt and his magnificent erection to tide me over until the real thing comes along; some young millionaire playboy capable of not only servicing my needs but also giving me the divorce settlement I deserve.


6. Surprise Party

Evening came and I got ready to go over to Matt's. I stripped off and showered and done my hair and make-up. First I put on the boots. They were tight. They zipped all the way up and then the top folded over and a tiny pad-lock locked in place preventing access to the zipper. Then the strap taken around the ankle and locked into its clasp. I then locked the ankle cuffs in place over the boots. These had steel rings fitted on either side. There were further steel hooks on the outsides of the boots. There was also a short, six inch silver chain which I had to assume was to connect the ankle cuffs and act as a hobble but I did not fit this yet.

I fitted the corset. This was quite a sturdy thing with what felt like thin steel rods running up through it and with small steel rings built in on the sides, front and back. The back had multiple leather straps that buckled, and then a further leather strap that fed down from the top and over each of the other strap buckles one by one through slots until at the bottom of the spine it buckled and locked with another tiny pad-lock. Whilst the corset was made of a hard and steel rod supported leather my breasts were covered with softer leather cups that had press-studs at the top. The cups could be removed entirely or just folded down and stuck to the corset below with the press studs.

Next came the collar. This was what they call a posture collar and it fitted neat. I have to give Matt his due with the measurements; everything fits like a second skin. The collar didn't need a pad-lock, he had made it to measure and it had steel ends that locked on closing. I fitted the lead to the ring at the front of the collar; there were further rings on the sides and rear.

There were two leather straps with press studs at the top, a wider one and a narrower one. I had figured that the narrow one fitted to the bottom of the corset at the front to cover my pussy, and the wider one at the rear to cover my bum. I say cover my bum, but in reality it is only about six inches broad and just covers the back of my ass, little more than the crack. The front strap is only about four inches wide so lucky I have a Brazilian or I would need to shave!

I locked the two cuffs onto my arms above my elbows and whilst there are steel rings with a sprung release section to connect them fitted to each cuff I could not manage to connect them.

I fitted the gag just to try it, a solid rubber ball that was forced into my mouth through my teeth as it was tightened, this was scary, but exciting! I was surprised that I could still make noises and even still form some words but it certainly had an effect! I loosened it again and hung it around my neck ready.

There was still a surplus sprung release ring and I didn't really know what this was for but figured it was maybe to fasten the ankles together completely and so I attached it to one of the ankle cuffs just for somewhere to put it.

I looked at myself in a full length mirror, oh my god, I would shag me!

I had been undecided whether to fasten my wrist cuffs onto the rings at the spine of my corset or just to connect them together with the sprung-release rings already fitted to each cuff behind my back, I decided to go with the latter to make it easier for me to do it quickly after I had rang his bell. All the cuffs were self-locking and needed no pad-locks. I locked one cuff onto my left wrist and with the ring already fitted connected it to the other cuff ready to slip onto my other wrist.

I had decided I would give Matt this thrill, which was why I had been so cold with him yesterday; so it would be a total surprise. We could have a laugh and a drink and then I could get dressed 'proper' for dinner; unless of course he took advantage of me which I was fully up for; I imagined him putting me on my back in his lobby and fucking me immediately, or even better bending me over and taking me from behind, standing or kneeling; I love that position best. Either way, I planned on spending most of the night with him getting my way with him. Then that would be the end of the bondage until I felt I needed him again.

These were killer heels but I was used to high heels and pleased to be wearing them; I need the height at only 5'6". At his door I fitted the gag and snapped the pad-lock closed; fastened the chain between my ankle cuffs and rang the doorbell; putting my arms behind my back I locked the final cuff onto my right wrist. I had written a note and attached it to the end of the lead which read 'Please Sir take this poor girl in and give her some love and affection'. I had written three other notes but these were far too lewd and could have gotten me into serious trouble and so I had settled on this final tame effort at setting the tone for the evening.

It seemed like an eternity and then the door opened, Matt; he actually took a double take like in a comedy movie, he looked shocked. Then a broad smile spread over his face and he said "Steph, good timing, welcome; and you look fantastic."

He took my lead and the note from the end and read it "Well, it's a bit much to ask, but okay, I am feeling charitable; you can come in."

He drew me by the lead into his home and closed the door behind us; and then had a good look at me "When you said yesterday you were returning all my stuff I was so disappointed, I had made it especially to fit you, all of it; I didn't expect you to be wearing it to return it; but I am so pleased you have." Whilst saying this he had spotted my arm cuffs were not connected and pulled my arms together and fitted the ring to the second cuff. My tits nearly popped out of the corset.

He led me in my mincing steps which made me feel really pathetic to a broad staircase explaining that he had his lounge and dining area up there to make the best of the views across the countryside. I tried to put my foot onto the first step but with the hobble chain fitted I could not reach. I was nodding down wanting Matt to release the chain but instead he grabbed my legs and put me over his shoulder and carried me up the stairs.

I really was totally at his mercy, and feeling incredibly horny!

At the top he placed me back on my feet, I was already feeling 'giddy' and starting to drool around my gag. He took me by the lead and led across the landing and through a door into a quite magnificent room with huge floor to ceiling windows looking across the lands. I had not seen this side of the house before. There was music playing and I thought I heard the clink of a glass but maybe it was the music. He released the lead and stood in front of me he slowly raised his arm and pointed to my left and said "Steph, meet our partner John, and his beautiful partner Krystal."

What? I had to turn my body, this posture collar was so restrictive I couldn't see to my sides, I turned and there sat in easy chairs by another window with drinks in their hands were a man and a woman.

John held his glass up to me and said "High partner, looking good" whilst Krystal first looked surprised, well, as you would given my dress, and then looked daggers at me; but said "High Steph, just call me Kris, nice dress."

Oh my fucking God No! What are they doing here? There isn't any strange car in the drive, Matt never mentioned them or anybody being here, I'm supposed to be bent over a table getting truly rodgered by now not fucking embarrassed in front of strangers. Not trussed up in glamorous bondage gear like a centrepiece at a weird and wonderful sex convention! Holly Fuck I am actually pleased I have this gag in because I would not know what the Fuck to say if I could talk. Instead I slowly turn around and make for the stairs. Matt just laughs and lets me go.

I get as far as the top step and realise my problem, how the fuck do I get down? I am going to have to sit on my ass and bump my way down; but in these boots, with my arms stuck behind my back, I will have to just plane fall over first and I could break an arm or something.

When I get back into the room all three of them are just sitting there, drinking, waiting for me. I mince a very embarrassing mince over and stand in front of them, drool dripping from my gag; they continue with their conversation kind of including me in it as they go along.

John is asking Matt about my outfit, he doesn't have it in the store, didn't know it existed. Matt explains that he made it from scratch for me, a prototype that I had agreed to model and this was the first showing; he went on to explain all the variations the rings on the corset and boots gave, and that the leather strips covering my ass and pussy could be removed as could the breast cover, or this could be folded down and fixed to the corset. Kris said "I would like to see that, can you show me? She did agree to model it didn't she?" Oh Fuck.

Matt stood up and said "sure, but I'll take her gag off too, I'm sure she is sick of it and would like a drink, I'll just go get the keys to her outfit."

Kris jumped in "Please show us the corset bit first so we can take it in whilst you go get the key." Matt did.

First, regardless of my imploring eyes, he snapped the press studs keeping my leather breast covering in place and folding it down reasserted the press studs onto their alternative fixings; and let them take it in; my not insubstantial tits on full display with me incapable of any attempt at modesty, my arms bound together causing my tits to stand proud.

He then removed the cover from my corset entirely and took it away with him as he went for the key to my gag; leaving me there on display to his two friends.

John was in jeans and a plain brown short sleeved shirt, I had an instant attraction to him, he looked fit as anything. Kris had a short black dress and high heels on and looked lovely with her long light brown hair cascading down her back. I must have looked like shit with all this drool dropping down me.

Kriss got up and had a good look around me, feeling the corset and the leather on the boots and checking my cuffs and their fastenings. She said "John, this is far better than anything we are selling, I think Matt is holding back on us." Whilst she said this I felt her lifting the cover off my bum and inspecting it, and no doubt my bum too. Fortunately she didn't remove it and let it fall back down in place.

She went down to my ankles and unfastened the chain, and then took a tissue out and wiped off all my drool; I wanted to thank her, maybe she isn't all that bad after all, now I could even make it down the stairs but before I could move she forced my ankles together and fastened the ring I had left fitted to my left ankle cuff; my ankles were now totally locked together. She then grasped and pulled off both my front and rear leather straps covering my pussy and ass and went and sat down again. I was horrified, how dare the little slut (well big slut, she was well taller than me) strip me?

John was just enjoying the show, twice I had seen him making adjustments in his sitting position and his pants in general, I was obviously having an effect on him and I don't think this was missed by Kris either the way she was looking at him. Well if the bitch doesn't want her guy drooling over me she shouldn't have bloody stripped me should she? The way she had discussed my outfit and what they sold in the store she must work there or something as well as being John's girlfriend.

Matt finally returned to find me in my basically naked state and John and Kris discussing Brazilian over shaved, the way they were talking I was guessing Kris was shaved and she was pretty jealous at the compliments John was paying to my Brazilian.

Matt said he would demonstrate the advantages of this set-up. He released my wrist cuffs from each other but with my arms still bound above the elbows I was still helpless. He pulled my right wrist up and connected it to a ring on the rear left of my corset and then the opposite with my other wrist cuff. He then released my arm cuffs from each other. Taking the end of my lead he threaded it through the ring on my left wrist and releasing it from the corset forced my hand up the lead and reconnected the cuff to a ring near the top of the lead, just below my chin. He then repeated this with my other wrist. "There, you can have a drink now."

'Thanks, Bastard' I thought.

Finally, he removed my gag. He placed a glass of red wine into my hands and bent down and unfastened my ankles. "Steph, have a drink then we can finish showing the various fastenings on this set-up and get you covered up again."

Being covered up again, as little as the coverings were, sounded good to me and playing along with the idea Matt had given that I had volunteered to model this for them I took a couple of big slurps and put my glass down. "High John and Kris, nice to meet you, sorry if I don't shake hands or anything, you understand." Underneath I was embarrassed as hell and shaking.

Matt took the end of my lead and attached it to the ring on the inside of my right ankle. He then released the cuff-ring on my right wrist and slid it down the lead bending me over and at the end fastening it to the outside of my right ankle cuff. He repeated this with my left leaving me bent over with my legs apart. Both John and Kris, and Matt had a walk around me and made various comments that I am sure made me turn quite red.

Matt then leant me forward until I was on my knees with my forehead on the floor and my ass high in the air; just how I wanted Matt to have me but without the friendly intruders watching. He then rolled me back onto my back and with my wrists holding my ankles wide apart left me totally exposed. I really was speechless. They all returned to their seats and studied me whilst they shared another drink. I wasn't going to start begging or calling him 'Sir' in front of the others so I said nothing.

Matt got up again and released my right cuff but then fastened it to the top of my right thigh boot and the same with the left and helped me to my feet and taking me by the lead walked me around the room. Finally he took my wrists and fastened them either side of my posture collar forcing my elbows out wide, and then connected them both to the ring at the back of my collar forcing my elbows high up either side of my head and again walking me around on the lead.

He explained that there were other, many more positions of restraint available but then, finally, took the leather straps off Kris and reattached them to my corset covering my ass and pussy again thank god; and fixed the breast cover back on. I almost felt overdressed but for my still restrained hands!

Matt went across the room to fix me another drink and I said I could do with visiting the rest room and freshening up a little (I needed to wipe myself before I started leaking and smelling) could he tell me where it was? Kris piped up "I'll take her, I need to go too" and jumped up and grabbed my lead and led me out of the room and across the landing into a very large bathroom.

As soon as we got in I thanked her and asked "Okay, if you just unlock my wrists I will be fine." She smiled and had me turn around and from behind her hands went to my collar but instead of releasing my wrists she forced the gag that was still around my neck into my mouth and fastened it. She didn't have the lock to put on but didn't need it with my hands restrained like this. "I said I would take you, bitch, now sit down." What had I done to piss her off, lardy cow!

She again snatched the front and rear leather straps off my corset and sat me on the toilet, then knelt down in front of me and forced my knees apart "Okay, go ahead, pee."

I tried to explain that I couldn't, not like this, but with the gag fitted just a serious of seemingly random noises come out.

"Come on Steph, pee for me, pee, pee, pee, pee for me; you've been taking the piss with my guy all night the way you have been flaunting your perfect fucking body and that oh so fucking sexy Brazilian at him; now I can take the piss out of you, come on, pee for me."

What the Fuck is she on? I was fucking restrained! It was her that stripped me, I could do nothing about it. I am not remotely interested in her guy, well, as far as she knows anyway but he is pretty hot; I came here to get shagged by Matt.

"You better go girl, you're not going anywhere until I get a good pee out of you; I'll give you ten seconds then I will give you some help."

Give me help? What did that mean?

The ten count came and went and still I hadn't went, although I really needed to, I was actually holding back because of her.

She put her hand onto my pussy and started rubbing; I could do nothing to stop her. She rubbed, and rubbed with the benefit of knowing what works for her and then her fingers started to slip in, entering deeper and deeper. I was already well horny and she was doing a good job on me; my body was forced to relax resulting in me suddenly opening up and pissing all over her! With her fingers in me when I broke it squirted and sprayed all over her, bliss! She quickly got her hand out of the way and lurched back and I finished my pee in relative peace.

Kris spent quite a while at the sinks washing her hands and patting her dress down with damp paper and some had even got on her face. I was still sat there smirking to myself regardless of my vulnerable position. Eventually Kris come over and gave me another quite evil look, but then took some paper towel and wiped me.

After flushing she even put my leather coverings back on and removed my gag. She said "Okay, I suppose I asked for that, I was being a bitch and I don't even know you; I'll try to be nice and not let this spoil the evening, sorry Steph." She then stepped over to the toilet and pulled her skirt up and her thong pants down and took a pee. She was shaved.

She released my wrists and we left the bathroom together and re-joined the lads in the lounge. Matt explained he had ordered in and there was Chinese food being delivered in thirty minutes; we would enjoy a drink before discussing the contract over dinner and formalising it after dinner.

Kris took Matt aside and explained she had had a little accident in the bathroom, did he have anything she could change into (She could either still smell my pee on her, or was just self-conscious of it). Matt only had his own clothing, far too big for her, or stuff for the store. She glanced again at me and said she would help me share the attention, to go get her something sexy.

Ten minutes later Kris was in a bright red leather locked on body harness and matching locked on thigh boots similar to mine. The harness had a G-String back and so Matt had also provided her a very short leather skirt that was split entirely down one side and attached only with Velcro. Only a horizontal leather strap covered her nipples leaving most of her tits exposed.

She had even locked cuffs like mine onto her wrists and ankles to complete the look, and had a collar locked on. She seemed much happier dressed like this. She had a fantastic athletic body on her and obviously liked to be the centre of attention. The boys didn't seem to mind either!

I was stood having a drink with Kris whilst the guys were talking sport in the TV room next door and I was having a good look at her harness, I hadn't seen one worn before. Apparently the front of the G-String was only Velcro fitted too and could be removed for access to the pussy. She was showing me, said she had one at home and often wore it for John; she even demonstrated some of the positions she could be put in. She had her hands really high up her back and I couldn't resist the payback, I snapped the cuff rings onto two of the harness rings then tore her skirt off. She jumped around to say something and I pulled down the leather strap across her nipples under her tits, she has lovely tits. I said "say anything and the pussy cover goes too"

"You wouldn't Fucking dare!"

Needless to say, off it came "Don't worry Kris, the guys will love the look" and I gave her a kiss on the lips, turned her around and slapped her bare bum.

John and Matt must have heard something because they came in together to see what was happening, Matt stood staring, John stood laughing. John said "I told you Matt they just wouldn't get on, they are both too good looking and know it, a common jealousy making them behave like bitches."

"We'll see" said Matt and come over and quite easily put one of my arms behind my back and fastened my cuff high up on my corset, and then the other arm; and then removed my breast cover and both the ass and pussy cover. He then took the six inch chain meant for my ankles but connected my right ankle to her left. "Get to know each other." He said and then filled his and John's glasses and left us.

At first we just stood there, staring at each other, then I couldn't help but look at her pussy, it was shaved, and looked great, I may consider that myself one day. She saw what I was looking at and said "Get your eyes of me you bitch; look what you've got us into now, we can't even get a drink like this."

"It's your fault, if you hadn't been such a bitch in the first place none of this would have happened."

We continued posturing and trading insults for a while and I realised it was just getting silly and considered our situation and just started laughing. This caused her to pause too and ask "What's so funny?"

"Us, just look at us, the boys must be killing themselves laughing at us. Can we not just get on and be friends? If you bob down with your back to me I will be able to get my hands to your cuffs and unsnap the rings; then I will just have to trust you to do the same for me."

She thought about this, and seeing the sense in it bobbed down and I managed to free her.

She stood and stretched; what a truly fantastic body! She then reached down and removed the chain connecting our ankles. Then she tweaked my nipples!

I started to voice my feelings but she turned me around and started to release my cuffs and so I held back from what I was just about to call her. She freed both my wrists and gave my bum a slap as she stepped away "I owed you that one." I just stood and looked, but finally saw the funny side of it. "Let's get our kit back on, what little of it there is, and have a drink should we?"

We did.

When the guys come back in the Chinese had been delivered and they said to come into the dining room; the plates and stuff were laid out and we could help ourselves.

As we sat down John said "We have just finished getting through your CV on-line, very impressive. I did have serious doubts about giving you 60% and shares and a directorship but now instead I am wondering why with your talents you are willing to get involved with a back-water business like ours?"

"I am between jobs and at a loose end whilst the right thing comes along. It was just chance that the chat I had with Matt made this opportunity obvious to me. Your business seriously needs some professional marketing or you are just going to stagnate and eventually exhaust your customer base and wind up. If you decide against using me, then no problems, no loss to me; I am just being helpful and taking what my help justifies; but you really need if not me now then somebody like me as soon as you can. You have just fell lucky that I happened to move in next to Matt because I am one of the best at what I do; not many businesses can afford the salary I command.

Krystal's ears picked up when she heard the 60% and shares and directorship bit; and the bit about my normal salary. She seemed to be looking at me a bit differently now.

We were eating whilst we talked.

Matt said "We have had the business professionally valued; they have valued our stock, our premises in town which we own outright, our debts, our uncleared income; and the last three years trading figures and from those projected the next three years. From this they have applied a standard recognised formula for on-going business valuations and to be honest it is not as much as we hoped, but we have the papers with us and you can scrutinise them. They advise that the business would today be marketed at 620'000 plus or minus 10%. That means your 33% share option will be set at 206'666 which we will round down to 205'000."

"Okay." This was less than I had expected, but I hadn't seen the store.

"John and I are happy with what you and I agreed the other day and that has been reflected in the contract, all terms and conditions as we discussed; it is here for you to read after dinner."

"Thanks."

"How soon can it be fully up and running if we all agree today and sign?"

"Well, I need to see the store, it needs to be at its best because I am going to include it in the web-site so we may need it redecorated and the frontage made to look really good. All the displays will need thought out and presented at its best. I also need access to the bank accounts to set up the on-line ordering and payment system so will need to look into and think about that. Then we need your catalogue brought up to a more professional spec; we cannot do this until we have all the new photo's with models but I need far better titles and descriptions of all your items. Then there are the photo's themselves, they are the most important bit of the lot, it is these that will do your selling; we need thousands of them; every item from multiple angles; this will take time and I obviously haven't got a model lined up yet."

"What about me?" asked Kris.

"What do you mean?" asked John.

"Well she's a stranger and she is getting a share of the business and shares and stuff, what do I get for all the work I put in?"

John replied "You get paid, you are a store assistant, and I am already paying you better than average retail wages. But okay, if you want a share of the business like Steph then we will split it four ways, how soon can you get the 155'000 to me?"

"I can't get that kind of money, that's silly."

"Pleased you appreciate it, but at least now you can hold your head high and tell people about the time you turned down the opportunity to buy a quarter share in an emerging international sales outlet."

Matt and I glanced at each other, we were struggling not to laugh.

"What about the modelling then, I always wanted to be a model?"

I responded to this one, seeing my salvation before me "You would model this stuff?"

"Yeah, I love the stuff we sell, got lots at home. As long as you think I look good enough of course."

"Look good enough? You look fantastic; but the photos will be very explicit, not like stood posing naturist shots but close-ups of all your bits whilst you are restrained. We will even be covering you in baby oil and putting make up on your nipples and maybe your pussy lips. Also you would never own the photos, neither would I as the photographer; the photos, copyright and publication rights, all propriety rights would belong to the company so the photos could even be sold on in time to another company for their marketing. Would you be happy with this?"

"I don't care about that stuff, what would I get paid?"

"100 per hour, from the time you arrive and take your clothes off to the moment you are released from the last photo; and if it goes over the hour we pay for the full hour; so do three hours ten minutes modelling and we pay you 400."

"And you say there are thousands of photos needed? So lots of hours?"

"Lots; but you could disguise yourself; tint and restyle your hair, and maybe a couple of false tattoo's. Maybe Matt could make a couple of rubber stamps to put ink tattoo's on you; maybe one for the base of your spine and one visible from the front, perhaps on your shoulder."

"Oh that wouldn't bother me, I'd be proud to be recognised as the model."

"Hold on." John said; "She's a sales assistant, No way am I paying her 100 an hour to do what she enjoys doing anyway."

"No, you are right" I responded, "You are not paying her, I am paying her, out of my money, my profits which I anticipate as per our agreement; and I wouldn't pay any girl anything less for these sort of photos."

"Oh," said Kris, "So maybe I should ask for 200 per hour?"

"You can ask but you won't get, I said 100 was the least I would pay but that is only because it is also the most I am willing to pay. If you are happy with that then I will draft a contract for you to sign the proprietary rights over to the company, and agreeing to pay you 100 per hour for each photo shoot."

"Yes please, I am right up for that."

Everybody seemed happy with this and we finished our meal with just general discussion.


7. Fun and Games

Given our state of dress it was quite a surreal evening, I certainly hadn't experienced anything like this before. It was explained to me by Matt that he had picked John and Kris up so that they could have a drink; they were staying over the night and then he was taking them back home sometime tomorrow, probably morning. That explained the lack of strange cars on the drive.

After dinner we returned to the lounge for more dinks and just general chat and then Matt took us all down to his games room. This was really impressive; I could fit something like this in my house but I would have nobody to share it with.

It was a large ground floor room with a proper pool table, a dart board, air hockey table and even fruit machines and an old space invaders machine. He also had a table tennis surface that he could sit on the pool table; a bar and a juke box.

We played first darts and then air hockey and pool. Matt had taken our posture collars off to give us the movement we needed to play. The pool would have been X-Rated if it had been on TV, the positions and mine and Kris's outfits left little to the imagination whilst me and Matt took John and Kris on. The guys tried to make it a strip competition but with only the girls doing the stripping but whilst Kris seemed up for this I said I had been naked enough tonight already and was happy just to play for fun.

The games had been won equally between the two sides and as the night wore on, and the effect of the drink; I stupidly bit when Kris made a comment about me being the weakest link and letting Matt down. I played Kris just me against her at darts for our clothing, or the bits that could be removed anyway.

I won the darts three games against her one, so she had the strap holding her tits up rather than covering them, her skirt removed and the pussy cover off. Basically she was naked, just gift-wrapped! I on the other hand just had a bare ass as I had chosen to keep my breast cover in place on my corset and remove the leather strap covering my bum.

Kris wanted a rematch on the pool knowing I would probably keep beating her at darts; she just couldn't hit the doubles. I said I would but had nothing to play for as she was already naked. Matt chirped in saying he could remove the body harness if Kris lost; or my corset if I lost. He also fixed a length of chain to a ceiling beam and fixed a trapeze bar to this; and said that the ultimate loser could be stripped and suspended and spanked with a switch by the winner. This done it; I had already said I would play her but had nothing to play for, my excuse for not playing evaporated with this and I was forced to play. Kris won the first two games leaving me just as naked as her; the pool really was X-Rated now and the guys were loving it.

This was the final, one game of pool, win or lose; the loser being suspended, stripped and her ass switched by the winner. No way was I going to lose this one, and I didn't. Kris absolutely stuffed me, I think she had just been toying with me before; I still had six balls on the table when she potted the black but unfortunately for her the white went on to knock one of my balls in that had been hovering over a pocket, my game! Sorry loser - not!

Kris tried to claim that she was the obvious better player and this result wasn't fair, we should replay the game. Matt and John disagreed and forcibly took her to the trapeze and connected her cuffs to it; then, because Matt had anticipated me losing he had to shorten the chain to better suit her height and stretch her. Matt refitted her collar and unlocked the harness and left it for me to remove; which I really enjoyed doing. Leaving her in just thigh boots and cuffs. Lovely!

Matt handed me the switch and I just looked at it, at Kris, then back at the switch. Now what? It's just a bit of fun, I cannot actually hit her with it, can I? I tentatively swung it and tapped her on the bottom, she laughed at me, said I was better at pool than at playing dominatrix! I swung again, and again, and got my first 'Ouch' from her; I was learning, and starting to enjoy it; and she had it coming!

After a few minutes of this, my teasing her, pretending to hit her to make her flinch, then quickly swatting her when she wasn't ready; It suddenly dawned on me, when I noticed just how much the guys were watching and enjoying it, that I was still naked too; I asked Matt for my missing costume bits and he come over and fitted my collar, and that was it. I asked again for the other bits to cover me feeling again exposed now that I was making an issue of my nudity but Matt explained that we had 'entered into the challenge' agreeing to lose the clothing, not get it back, and that he had taken them away for safe keeping.

I complained that this just wasn't on, I won fair and square, give me them back, now! Matt said I could play for them, one game of darts against John, him on 501 me on 301, I could win them back or lose the corset completely. I agreed, I figured I was as good as naked anyway as I was so what did I have to lose?

He again removed my collar but I still lost. I didn't even make it down to a double even with a 200 head start. Matt again locked my collar onto me and then fastened my wrist cuffs to the ring on the back of the collar and unlocked and removed my corset. Silly, but I did feel even more naked like this, especially as he didn't release my cuffs.

"What now?" I asked him, "How am I going to have a drink and play games with you like this?"

Matt replied "Oh we are going to play games and your hands being restrained like that will help, not hinder; John and Kris can continue to play down here until they want to hit the sack, you and I will retire to my room upstairs and continue our fun. Goodnight John, you know where your room is, knock the lights out here when you are done."

At last, I have actually enjoyed the evening, as surprising as it turned out to be, I certainly didn't envisage being naked playing pool in front of strangers tonight but it definitely was a thrill. Now I can get what I come for, hopefully.

Again Matt was the gentleman and insisted on me leading him up the stairs. All the way; his bedroom was the whole of the top floor, a massive loft conversion with mainly glass walls on three sides and the flat central roof area also one large slab of glass looking up at the stars with a huge double bed with wrought iron head and foot boards in the centre of the room.

One side of the conversion, the side without the windows obviously, was a huge en-suite with a bath, walk-in shower, toilet, bidet and two sinks. This room also had a large glass wall looking out over the countryside. All of the outside walls were leaning in because of the sloping apex aspects of the roof. The stairs came up into the floor so instead of a normal door there was a trap-door type opening which Matt had now closed.

I still had my wrists fixed to my collar and Matt took me into his arms and kissed me on my forehead saying "I have been looking forward to this all night." I was hot for this, it had been too long coming. He then turned me around and with my back to him he started caressing my body, slowly; completely enclosing his hands over my breasts, nipping my nipples between his fingers, feeling my body and down to my hot, wet pussy; and I was purring with pleasure.

He unlocked and removed my boots but took the ankle cuffs and locked them back onto me. This surprised me and indicated my bondage was going to continue; I was happy with that, actually looking forward to it; but hesitantly and with some trepidation as being in a sexual encounter and totally helpless was pretty new to me and I didn't know what to expect but my whole body felt charged in anticipation.

Matt held me and after releasing my cuffs from my collar said for me to go use the bathroom and freshen up if I wished, and think about whether I had enjoyed tonight and if I wanted it to continue; or if I wanted to call it a night and return home. I nodded, thankful for the thought, but assured him I was here for the night and looking forward to it as long as he was okay with me staying with him. He said he was, and would have been really disappointed if I had left now, but warned me that he planned on restraining me on his bed most of the night and into the morning and possibly more tomorrow depending on how things went, and having his way with me as and when he felt like it. I dared him "Wait until I have used your bathroom, then just you try!"

I wasn't long in the bathroom, just a pee and a wash; as I stepped out he was there waiting for me and he snapped the lead onto my collar ring. I hadn't been ready for this instant attack and my hands went up to the collar to get the lead off but he had anticipated this and snapped the wrist cuffs onto the rings either side of the collar. He then connected my ankle cuffs together leaving me stood there naked and quite helpless. "Well Steph, was that a good enough attempt for starters?" He asked.

"No way, I could get out of this in seconds, if I wanted; I just happen to be happy stood like this at the moment; but this is as far as I will let you take it."

"Really, sounds like fighting talk to me." At which he physically picked me up, which didn't seem to take much effort on his part, and dumped me onto his bed.

I was lying on my back and Matt took a cord from the side of the bed and attached it to one of my ankle cuffs. Then another cord from the other side and attached it to the other ankle cuff. He released the link holding the two cuffs then tightened the cords either side of the bed until my legs were held wide apart.

He went to a drawer in a side unit and took something out and returned; I couldn't see what it was. He lay next to me and caressed my breasts and played with my nipples; I was helpless to his touch and this new experience was working, just fuck me, please, I am so fucking ready I am bursting!

His hands work their way down until he is rubbing my wet pussy, entering me with his fingers and playing with me. Oh so fucking yes!

I feel something push onto me, then into me, and work its way in deeper and deeper; He's got a fucking dildo in me; and he is slowly fucking me with it. I am so vulnerable, I can do nothing to stop him, but I do not want to stop him, this is fantastic. I love the randomness of him doing what he likes to me as and when he likes with me being powerless to resist.

The dildo starts up, vibrating strongly as he continues to rhythmically enter it into me faster and faster. I am squirming in anticipation of one huge fucking orgasm when it just stops. Fucking stops! Worse, he removes it entirely and gets off the bed; total fucking spoiler!

He first loosens and then swaps my ankles over and flips me onto my stomach and then ties my ankles wide apart again. He then releases my left wrist cuff from my collar and pulls my arm down under and through my legs and connects the wrist cuff to the inside ring of the left ankle cuff; and then repeats this with my right.

I am left with my face in the sheet, my legs wide apart and my ass up high in the air. Standing at the foot of the bed he draws me back to him, forcing my legs and arms even wider. With his hands he fondles me, all of me; then I feel his rigid cock entering into my soaking desperate and needy pussy from behind. Oh my fucking God yes!

I do not move, I cannot move. I am fucked, literally. He starts to ram into me again and again; Oh so fucking yes! My favourite position, just as I wanted him to take me; thank you God. If I was on death row with one final wish it would be to be screwed like this; just like this; the bondage is a new add-on but yes that is now part of my wish also. Alleluia I am finally getting a fuck.

Well it wasn't just the one fuck either, true to his word it was an all-night affair. Not once was I left unrestrained. He even managed to have me mounted on him with my ankles strapped to my thighs and roped to either side of the bed and my wrists locked to my collar so I pretty much couldn't move and had to get him off with my vaginal muscles alone. Hard work, but fun; and as stupid as this sounds given my position, it was nice to be in control.

Eventually at some point we drifted off to sleep. I was awoken the next morning by the sunlight pouring in through all the windows and ceiling and the sound of birds chirping in the trees or on the roof. The bed was empty, well empty apart from me tied spread-eagle in the middle of it, everything wide apart. I had a sheet covering me from my neck down; nice of him to leave me naked and helpless but to think to cover my modesty!

8. Either Way

I could hear voices talking down stairs and eventually Matt coming back up the stairs and into the bedroom, except it wasn't Matt, it was Krystal. She had on a red vest and blue denim shorts; so if she had a change of clothes why did she have to wear that harness last night? Or did she just feel left out by me being the centre of attraction and felt the need to compete?

"Hi Steph, good morning. Matt was on his way up to get you but he's answered the phone now and has been distracted so I thought I would have a look see what his room looks like and get you up. Nice room, impressive; love the windows and the views."

"Er, yes, it is nice isn't it."

Kris come over and sat on the bed; then bent over and kissed me, on the lips; "Sorry if I upset you at all last night, I was just in a bit of a bitch mode, I always get like that if I have a drink and some other girl is hogging all my attention from the guys; but you did get even with that switch last thing; you got quite good with that in the end."

"Er, thanks, and no, you haven't upset me, we were just playing after all, weren't we?"

"Yes, in fact, we still are" and yanked the sheet right off me!

"No, Kris, last night was last night; just leave it will you?"

"My my, you do look good first thing don't you? Good enough to eat, and I am sorely tempted; I go both ways you know."

"Well I don't, so leave it."

"Well whether you do it with girls or not is neither here nor there is it; tied down like that and just waiting, even inviting my touch."

She slid her hand up the inside of my thigh and stopped with her fingers spread across my pussy; then just started slowly tapping. She knew exactly what she was doing and I couldn't hide my reaction. She took her hand away and giggled out loud "You do go either way!"

I don't know why but I felt like crying; I had always wondered what it would be like with another girl and now I knew what I think I always knew, I wanted more.

Kris caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples, then with her lips and tongue bit and teased and licked my nipples. They were soon very erect. Kris spotted the open drawer in the corner and went over to investigate and laughed out "What a fantastic selection, and just the very things."

She came back to the bed and I heard the sound of little bells and she put something down on the bed beside me. She played with my nipples some more getting them erect again and then pinched my right nipple with her fingers of one hand whilst connecting something onto it with her right. Fucking ouch that hurt! The bitch has connected what I think is a nipple clamp to my tit, with a short silver chain and two tiny silver bells attached. She repeats the same process with my left and my God it hurts again.

"Kris, no, please, take them off me, please."

"No way champ, you beat me fair and square, consider these your prize, personally from me to you; you'll love me for them, especially when they come off. Now enough spoiling you, let's get you up for breakfast."

Kris released my wrists one at a time and as she did she connected them to the back of my collar forcing my arms up high and my tits up proud. She then released my ankles and got me out of the bed and took me to the bathroom. I again had to pee with her watching and let her wipe me off. She then took me to the walk in shower, pushed me in and turned it on soaking me. She made me stand directly under it and turn around until she was satisfied and then let me out and towelled me dry. There weren't any hair brushes but there was a comb and she even combed my hair out but I looked in the mirror and it was still quite a state but at least I was clean. Every time I moved my fucking tits rang!

Next she found and connected my lead and forcibly led me down the stairs. With the bells ringing every step the guys heard us coming and stopped what they were doing and stood waiting to see what was coming. Me, little naked restrained fucking me, with bells on!

Johns face was a picture, not knowing where to look or what to say he simply said "Morning Steph".

Matt was a bit more vocal "Kris, you just have to play the bitch don't you? You knew I was going up to get her but you had to have your fun and do this to her again didn't you?"

Matt walked round and released my cuffs and took me out to a cupboard in the corridor and got me a short silk robe to put on. He apologised he couldn't immediately release my nipple clamps as they were designed to just snap closed on the nipple but needed a tool to release them which was up in his bedroom. So I had breakfast with the embarrassment of my tits ringing throughout.

After breakfast John said he would save Matt a journey and just phone for a cab to get him and Kris home; but thanked me and Matt for a great night and said he was very much looking forward to working with me and our next get-together. Kris also apologised to me but I could see in her eyes she didn't mean it, the apology was just for show for the guys. I thanked John for an enjoyable night and said it had been nice to meet and spend some time with him; and thanked Kris for the enjoyable night too; and then arranged the first photo shoot for Wednesday evening. I explained I would be starting with the toys and small non-restraint items so she would be wearing these nipple-clamps for the first shoot; and that I was looking forward to it. She just smiled, kissed me and said "Whatever."

After they had finally left Matt said "right let's get you out of those clamps and work out where we go from here, and then get you home."

I took off my robe and handed it to him and asked "That first position you screwed me in last night, where I was bent over and you took me from behind; any chance we could do that again but with my gag fitted and these nipple clamps left on? You know, just for the experience so I can learn from all this?

"Anything to help a lady in distress" He said as he reconnected my cuffs to the back of my collar; and I let him.

Again, that was one fantastic fuck, I just love that position and being so helpless makes it amazing, probably the best sex I have ever had. The bells jangling was just weird!

I said to him that I needed quite a serious chat with him about what had happened between us, sexually and contractually and socially as neighbours and he said "It's a glorious day, I have just the place."

Matt released my ankles but with my wrists again locked onto my collar and my clamps still jangling from my tits he attached the lead onto my collar and led me down and into the garden.

He walked me around and past the pool and up into the far corner which turned out not to be the corner of his garden as I has assumed but instead there was a gap between the fir trees and this led into his 'secret' garden.

It was about sixty feet square and had a set of wooden stocks in the centre and various other creations of restraint set around it. This whole garden was surrounded in tall fir and oak trees and totally hidden from any observation from the outside world. In one corner there was a very comfortable looking bench and in front of it set in the grass a circle of stone.

He walked me over to this and stood me on the stone. Above me dangling from a branch of an oak tree there was a chain. He walked over to the trunk of the oak and turned a handle and the chain lowered. He released my cuffs from my collar and attached them to this chain and then raised the chain again until I was pretty much on my tip-toes. There were a couple of steel hooks set into the stone which he could have fastened my ankles to but he chose not to; but he did take my collar off. He sat on the bench, then laid on the bench looking at me and said "This is my favourite place, my place of meditation, especially when I have a beautiful woman like you displayed naked before me. This is a good place for us to talk."

"Er, Matt, this isn't really what I had in mind; I was thinking more like us both being dressed and maybe sat facing each other with coffee or something?"

"No, this is fine, thanks." He replied.

I considered my options and came up blank. He had me, any way he wanted me, and as pathetic and shallow as this is to admit, I was still enjoying being naked and vulnerable.

So I decided to accept it and talk.

"Matt, what has happened between us, from me being caught naked in your fire-pole trap, to being suspended naked and even spanked by you during our discussions, to me turning up at your house dressed in that gear and restrained, and everything that happened last night; and the sex we have had; well that is that and is not me nor us. "

"We are neighbours and now even business partners and must maintain a more professional relationship. So you will not be seeing me naked again and we will not be having sex again unless the timing and situation suits us both; and I will not be doing any bondage again."

I felt really stupid saying this whilst suspended naked before him, especially as my nipple clamp bells kept ringing.

Matt just laughed "I appreciate where you are coming from, and yes we can keep it on a professional basis; but don't forget you have signed the contract to personally test all of our merchandise as it is meant to be used and you will have to be naked and restrained to do this."

"That's different, that is just me quality assuring the products, and there is nothing in the contract about me being naked."

"It says 'as it is meant to be used', so you need to experience the level of vulnerability, you cannot do this fully dressed sat in a cosy office; and as the manufacturer, it is up to me to dictate how each item is designed to be used; so yes, you will be naked and restrained."

"Well okay" I said, guilping, I hadn't thought about any of that, but he obviously had; "I'll give you that, but just on a professional footing, as per the contract, I will test each and every product but none of this 'Sir' or 'Master' business, and no touching or sex; just professional business between us."

He seemed to just lounge there looking at me for like ages; I was in a hopeless position; made worse by the gentle tinkling of my bells no matter how still I tried to remain. Eventually he said "Okay then, I am quite free through to lunch, do you want to stay here or test one of our products and then I can release you to go home?"

I didn't know what he had in mind but I was committed to testing the products and anything had to be better than being suspended here on display so I replied "Yes, let's make a start on the testing."

He slightly lowered the chain from the tree and having refitted my collar released my cuffs from the chain but once again secured them to the back of the collar, and walked me across to a set of stocks he had built with wood.

He had me place my feet between wooden bars and then pulled a leaver over and another wooden bar slotted into place against my shins keeping my feet in place, twelve or so inches apart. He released my cuffs from my collar again and then the collar; and then lifting the top beam of the stocks forced me to place my neck and wrists into the stocks whilst he closed the top beam and locked it. Still my bells were ringing and now I was in an even worse position, bent over with my legs apart and my bum up in the air.

The holes in the beam were too large for my wrists but with the cuffs still locked on there was no way I could get my hands out.

"Okay, this works, I cannot escape, I feel vulnerable, it passes my test, now let me out."

"Hell no, we haven't even started to road test it."

He took a cane or riding crop or something from the side of the stocks and started caning my butt. The cane would strike, I would yelp, the bells would ring; fucking embarrassing and just a bit painful! This continued until I said "Okay, you've made your point, now please stop."

"No, it's not working, if used properly these stocks and this caning should make you show me more respect; we clearly aren't there yet."

Matt resumed his caning of my ass.

It really was starting to hurt, and I was quite sick of these fucking bells so just to make him happy I gave in to him "Please Sir, please stop hitting me."

"Ah, that's a bit better; seems to be working now, let's try the next phase."

He started fondling my body from behind, his hands all over me "Matt! I told you, no more sex or anything between us unless it mutually suits both of us, and not with bondage."

"Sorry Steph, don't really have a choice, you must test this product and must experience it fully if you are going to sign off on it and know how best to market it." As he said this his hand went between my legs and then I felt him rubbing his cock up and down me and then finally entering me. "No, I said no sex!"

He continued, slowly entering into me and then again slowly and quite gently screwing me from behind. I went from loud vocal protests to gulps and quiet sighs of pure pleasure. His speed and force intensified and the effect on me with it. Oh my God I was enjoying this, and hating myself for the fact. My favourite position part two, yes please.

He continued and worked me up into quite a frenzy; I was ready to come and then, nothing! He just stopped, just fucking absolutely fucking stopped! I was actually trying to back onto him to get him started again. The way my shins were up against a wooden restraint bar I couldn't crouch in the stocks or even just bend my legs away from him; I had to stay as I was with his cock deep inside of me. How dare he get me to this stage and then just fucking stop?

"Matt, what's wrong? Why have you stopped?"

"I need you to want it; I am not getting the respect off you that I need to continue."

Between gritted teeth I asked "Please Sir, please continue."

He slid his rampant cock into me one more time and as he did so he said "Sorry Steph, 'Sir' isn't going to cut it, best I stop now."

He started to withdraw from me and in a moment of complete stupid pathetic weakness I panicked, I was so close to orgasm, so desperate for that wave of pleasure I knew was meant to be mine I blurted out "Don't! Don't stop, please, Master, fuck me, keep fucking me; Master, please."

He fucked me, well and truly fucked me, it was fucking amazing! Totally helpless, locked in position; he rammed into me again and again, no softness or kindness, truly a Master taking his slave as he wanted. I come, he shot his load and stayed in me until he shrivelled and dropped out. Then he gagged me and left me.

I was totally humiliated. For the sake of an orgasm I had given up any sense of pride I ever had. I was pathetic. I was still stuck in this position wallowing in self-resentment with my tits jingling when some time later he come back and fucked me again; and I gave in to the moment again and very quickly loved his cock in me. Two days ago I was top of my league, a real player, an achiever, as good as any man; now I am just a bondage slut, a slave, and with a man as my Master. For Fucks sake Steph get a fucking grip

He removed my gag and asked "Anything to say?"

All too easily I said the only thing that seemed appropriate in the circumstances "Thank you Master."

Matt released my head and arms from the stocks but before he released my ankles he locked my cuffs behind my back and refitted my collar, he must be getting sick of taking this collar off and putting it back on again by now; although if it is his attempt at training me it is probably working because I instinctively offer my neck up to him now and just accept it as my collar. He fixed my lead onto the collar and led me from the secret garden back to his house and his bedroom.

"Now I am going to take those nipple clamps off you; I wasn't planning on putting anything like that on you because you are still obviously very new to this game and I thought they were a bit too hard core for you to deal with yet; but Kris got herself involved and must have found them and thought it funny to humiliate you further with them and so as it was done I just went with it. I must warn you though, this is going to be a whole new feeling for you to experience, their removal; you will feel a pain in your nipples followed immediately by a pressure, like a bruising in your tits and this will increase the pain in your nipples and they will throb, and throb; and you will want to hold them and rub them and comfort them but with your hands cuffed behind your back you won't be able to and this will add to the experience. "

"You will have to endure, and feel, and experience. You will always remember this moment; and unless you are a pain freak, will dread these things ever being locked onto you again. I am sorry for this."

I said nothing in reply and Matt, with a long thin tool, unlocked and removed each of the clamps. Fucking Hell! For Fucks Sake! I screamed and dropped to my knees in pain, and he stood there just watching. My breasts were on fire, my nipples wanted to explode off my tits like bullets; I tore at my cuffs to get my hands free, I swore and cursed Matt to release my hands, I begged him, I called him Master and begged and begged and begged and sobbed until laying on my side the pain subdued and the tears stopped. My God that was some experience; I want that again!

Matt released me and actually removed my collar and cuffs whilst I laid there and left me to get a shower and settle myself, he said he would get me something to wear to go home.

I come out of the shower and he wasn't there but I could hear music playing downstairs. I used his comb to do what I could with my hair and then went down to find him. I was half way down the stairs when I realised I was still completely naked, I hadn't even thought to keep a towel wrapped around me or borrow his dressing gown; but what the hell, too late for modesty now; he is happy to screw me so my naked bod' must do something for him, flaunt it girl! I did just that, I walked into his lounge with my head held high strutting my stuff and not bothering to even attempt to cover myself, with a smile on my face as though I hadn't a care in the world.

Matt gave me an appreciative look, stopping to watch me walk all the way in, then explained "I am knocking up some lunch, just some pasta and salad, like some before you go?"

"Yes, thanks, I would love something, I'm starving."

He didn't offer me anything to wear, I didn't ask; and I don't know why for sure but I was happy being naked with him; possibly I have missed too much sexual activity with men and having someone appreciate me for my sexuality was massaging my ego. The fact he is a hunk helps, the fact he is a handy source of cock helps, and the pasta and salad and wine helped too.


9. Frustration

After lunch Matt cleared up and said he was giving me another product to try out at home, it was something to wear so I would put it on now to go home and when I was ready I could come back and give him my evaluation; I agreed to this, and that I had a lot to try out in quite little time if I was to deliver the web site on schedule which I was determined to do; I had to get the money rolling in to solve my own cash-flow problems but I wasn't telling him that.

Matt brought me a bag with all the blue leather gear I had worn last night, the thigh boots, corset, collar gag and cuffs; he said this was for me to keep; he had made it all for me to my precise measurements. He also explained I was free to wear it again to visit anytime.

He then put two metal items on the table and explained this was my new outfit to trial. A chastity belt and a metal bra! A chastity belt, fuck! Well, I have to test all the products so I may as well get these ones over with, and besides, I have just had a full night of sex and two good fuckings this morning so my poor pussy could do with a rest anyway; why not?

It took a bit of adjusting but Matt got both the belt and the bra fitted to his and my satisfaction. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked quite foxy, I even fancy myself in this gear, I just won't be able to do anything about it.

The belt was worn high above my hips and the pubic guard quite narrow and after passing the anus it become just a chain fastening to the rear of the belt; so the whole thing was quite revealing and sexy. The bra cups were smooth globes of metal with flat and thin chains passing around my body just like bra straps; and the whole thing fitted like putting on a normal bra but with the lock fastening between the cups so no lumps standing out on my back if I wore it out under something flimsy. No cuffs, no collar, no restraints at all, quite tame really so I was quite happy to go home and trial this.

After I said goodbye outside his barn it was only a very short walk to my door but it did feel weird walking about in this stuff out in front of the houses, but of course there wasn't another house for hundreds of yards and even then off the lane and around a corner so I was quite safe from prying eyes, but weird none the less.

I got home and gave no thought at all to my pool, or sun-bathing or anything; I put the kettle on to make some coffee and whilst it boiled I went up to my bedroom to put my nice blue leather outfit away and look at myself in my full length mirror.

However the bed looked far more inviting and I leapt onto it face down just to relax whilst the kettle boiled. Half past mid-night I woke up, still in the same face down position. Pass on the coffee then I guess, may as well just turn over and sleep through 'till morning.

I lie on my back and think through just what I have done; or rather, just what has been done to me. From my initial fireman's pole introduction to bondage, to the naked suspended negotiation; sacrificial lamb offering of me attending his front door in the leather boots and corset with my wrists cuffed, all my own doing; to being paraded in front of John and Krystal, and Kris fingering me in the bathroom; then the strip darts and pool and my incredible night of bondage sex with Matt; my lesbian, and I must think about this, enjoyable session with Kris in the morning; getting screwed against my will by Matt in the secret Garden; and how I enjoyed it and even called him 'Master'; and then the pain but the pleasure I got from the nipple clamps coming off. Then a naked lunch with Matt where I happily flaunted myself.

Unbelievable, all of it; I never ever saw any of this coming, and with a neighbour in a stuck-up well to do area like this.

Fantastic. I want more.

Also, now I really think about it, it must be months, possibly four or five months since I last had sex, I have been so tied up in my work and losing my job I have ignored my social life. Matt's cock was just what the Doctor ordered; I may have been violated by him, but I was asking for it and I needed it.

Kris was something unexpected though. I have never even looked at a woman that way, with sexual consideration; but what a body! She must be at least five foot ten, probably Five Eleven, and in her heels over six foot; and still John made her look short; I would hate to guess just how tall he is, and skinny with it.

Matt is taller than Kris but not in her heels so he must be just six foot or over, but John, wow. I'm a bloody dwarf in comparison to all of them; at five foot six I aren't actually statistically that short for a girl, but I wish I were taller; hence my love of high heels. Fortunately I have a long leg to short body ratio and being very slim this means I always look taller when I am photographed alone; but as soon as I am with a man I am a dwarf.

I continued to think about Kris, her fabulous tits, long slim legs and athletic build, a true Amazon Lady; shame she's such a bitch; but if she was here now I have the feeling I would enjoy it. Matt fucking me from behind was the best though; and with me having my legs tied apart and my wrists cuffed, Oh My God, I have never even thought about bondage since that time in handcuffs many years ago; what I have missed!

Being so helpless and so satisfied; pounded by his cock and unable to resist, Oh Yes! I am laying here on my back and I cannot help myself, my hands slide their way down my body to my wanting hot and wet pussy and; fucking metal. I go to slide my fingers under the belt guard but nothing doing, I probe and feel and test from every angle but can get nowhere near my pussy.

As well as the belt he has fitted a secondary anti-masturbation guard, and the belt itself is that well fitted I can find no way around it. I try for my tits but with similar results; I am effectively sexless.

This wakes me up proper; I need to come, but how? I cannot even get near touching myself. I look at the clock wondering if I should call Matt, ask him for the key, and say there is an emergency or something. I am that desperate I get up and walk out of the house and walk over to his but there are no lights on; I hang around for ages for some sign of life but in the end I have to give up and go back to bed. I am still so horny and restless I get up again and finally make that coffee I started making twelve hours ago and put the TV on to distract myself; but instead find myself logging onto the internet and searching for bondage related movies. I finally make it to bed at five in the morning even more fucking frustrated by what I have just watched.

With no alarm set I awake naturally at just after ten and fix some breakfast and then lounge by the pool, thinking of excuses to visit Matt and getting this bastard belt off.

I don't know if getting this thing wet will cause it to rust or anything; I kinda doubt it as these things are meant to be like twenty four seven chastity devices so you must wear them in the shower and stuff, but causing rust is the least of my worries so I decide to take my frustration out in the pool. A hundred lengths later it has made a difference, lying sunbathing I am now tired and frustrated, and later I will no doubt be aching and frustrated. Martini time.

I survive through past lunch but find I cannot even relax and enjoy the sunbathing because I may get an uneven tan. I decide to take my frustrated body back inside and work on the web site development.

Strange, I hadn't really thought about it before, but very rarely have I actually considered frigging myself during the day time; even at night I only really ever do it after I have been drinking, mostly weekends. But now I am prevented from touching myself it is all I want to do, nothing else matters.

I stand in my bedroom in front of my full length mirror and examine myself in this metal underwear; I must admit, it looks good, feels good too. Feels and looks very sexy although in reality it is the exact opposite; real spoilers.

Oh I wish I was in his stocks being taken from behind by him again. That's it, fuck the web site; if I go and offer myself to him he will have to take this off to fuck me.

I put a short summer dress on, make myself look as foxy as I can and walk over to his house; he is in the barn working on something.

"Afternoon neighbour, working Sundays now are you?"

"Hi Steph, yes, just playing around with a couple of ideas, the way I had your arms locked behind you yesterday above the elbows and at the wrists really displayed you well; the proper device is an arm-binder which I already make, both lace up and zip up versions with straps and buckles. They do the job well and display the girl to their best whilst being inescapable but can look a little ungainly from behind and tend to be awkward and slow to put on; I am toying with some ideas in metal, or metal and leather, but am not there yet. How are the chastity belt and bra measuring up?"

"Oh, they certainly work; I cannot even touch myself never mind anyone else touching me. They aren't uncomfortable either; I slept in them okay last night and have been swimming in them this morning. Yes they certainly pass the test, I have no issue at all with us marketing these and I have enough experience of them now to help with their web site descriptions."

"That's good, by Tuesday you will really know them well."

"Tuesday? I cannot wear them through to Tuesday."

"Yes you can, just you watch."

"Ha Ha Ha, very funny; I am sure I could, they are no problem, but no, I have a meeting at my bank in the morning so will have to take them off; can I have the keys please? I will put them back on as soon as I am back and finish the road test."

"It's okay, they travel, just take them to the bank with you, you will be safe, trust me."

"Yeah, very funny, the keys please?"

"No, remember the contract, you signed up to try these and all items as they are meant to be used, a matter on which I decree; and I have decreed Tuesday for you, so no."

"That's a shame, I was interested in maybe trying those stocks again with you, you know, just to fill the day in?"

Matt stood and stared, obviously considering the offer. I slipped my dress off, and pouted.

"No, nice try, but chastity is chastity, can't make it that easy for you."

"How about something else; must be something we could do that you would unlock these things for?"

"Well, if you get on your knees, call me Master and beg to eat my cock, and swallow, and finish by saying thank you Master; then I will reconsider."

"Fuck off! You will never be my Master, and I don't do blow jobs; and most definitely would not swallow; and even if I did all these things, you would just laugh and still leave these things on me, so no, Fuck Right Off! See you Tuesday."

I picked up my dress and without bothering to put it on I turned, showing him my bare ass and walked straight out and home. I could hear him laughing all the way, Bastard!

Fuck the Martini, bloody girly James Bond drink; I need a good talk with Jack Daniels!

I woke up still just wearing my metal glamour wear in an easy chair with half a glass and half a bottle of Jack keeping me company at three in the morning. Perfect, Sunday dinner time. I tried to walk to the kitchen but instead staggered into a door frame. I woke again after five with dried blood on my cheek and a cut on my eyebrow. My very belated Sunday dinner turned out to be corn flakes and coffee followed by a very early morning swim. I hate that Bastard next door!

At eleven I set off for the bank, I hadn't been lying about my appointment, with no steady income I had to make adjustments to some of my outgoings. I put on a thick blue dress which suitably covered all the metal; but feeling a little bit kinky, I locked on my new blue leather thigh boots but you could only see them from the knee down in this dress. Not the best heels for driving a high powered sports car in but hey, this is fashion.

I shouldn't have been driving, not with Jack still in me (with this belt on Jack was the only fella I could get in me) but what the hell, with no job and my car going to be repossessed when the money ran out, what would I need a license for?

After parking the car up I was initially self-conscious walking through town with this stuff all locked on under my dress; but as I walked my confidence grew and I couldn't keep a smile off my face. By the time I got to the bank I was fairly swaggering; I was enjoying the experience. This self-confidence must produce musk or magnetism or something because I was definitely grabbing the financial advisors attention, he flirted with me throughout and the branch manager was all over me. Little did they know I was totally inaccessible, even to myself. My jewels were locked away safer than the banks gold.

Finishing at the bank I was enjoying myself so much I went into one of my favourite fashion outlets and tried on a few things and bought a light blue mini-dress. It covered my belt and bra (just) and gave glimpses of my bare thigh above the tops of my boots. I had them bag my long dress and wore the new dress home. I attracted quite some attention on my walk back to the car and loved it. Fuck Matt, with my new mind-set and recently found love for anything kinky I can get my fun anywhere.

As I pull up on my drive Matt is just getting into his Landover, he hangs by the car door to say hello and as I get out I make sure he gets a flash of the metal between my thighs. I don't speak, He calls over "Hi Steph" but I just smile and give him a wave and strut my way up my drive, confident his eyes follow my every step. 'Master'? I will make that bastard my slave yet!

I had to get on with the web design. I took my new dress off but kept the boots on; I don't know why but I was getting off on things being locked on me whilst being as physically exposed as possible. I added my ankle and wrist cuffs. I didn't lock them to anything, I just wanted the thought. I even added the posture collar and powered up the computer and got to work.

Even just working on the web site was getting me horny, and I didn't even have the images yet, but it was looking good. Working in the posture collar was restrictive; it was a tight fit and really limited my head movement. Unfortunately, whilst I had held it off as long as physically possible and had hoped to make it right through to tomorrow and my belt coming off; I really needed a poo.

I accepted my fate and removed all my leather gear and went, and it wasn't pleasant. I couldn't achieve a great deal with the toilet paper and actually had to use the bidet and my finger to get me clean, and use a hair dryer to get me dry for bed. Gross!

Tuesday I was determined not to go running straight over to get this gear off me and so did what little work I still could without the images I needed and then spent the rest of the day swimming and sunning. It was after three when I walked over to Matt's for my long awaited release.

I didn't bother with any clothing, I just sauntered over there as though I didn't really care less and asked him for the keys; I was ready for fun and games and an argument. Matt was again working in the barn and surprised me, he had the keys waiting for me on his desk, and he said for me to take them and keep them, the bra and belt were mine. I was chuffed, I had grown quite fond of them and the effect they had on me. I had expected at the least for him to insist on removing the gear, seeing me naked again, making me walk home naked or giving me something else to trial, but no, nothing, no tricks.

"I have some bad news; if you hadn't come when you did I was on my way over to tell you." Matt said. "Krystal has been sacked. Her and John have had a massive falling out, turns out Kris has been helping herself to the gear, probably even selling it on to her friends. It's down to you that we found out. When we had the business valued the people we hired done a full stock account and we were well short of stuff; looked like shoplifters but John had his suspicions and put a camera in."

"Every day John goes out for lunch and Kris takes the opportunity to take something and put it in her car. Also we give return customers 10% discount but Kris has been putting new customers through with the discount and keeping the 10% herself. She had to go. John refuses to let us use her as our model; but to be honest as good as she looks this suits me too because she was just too tall. I make all the volume stuff based on average measurements and Kris can make this look small."

"Shit! She was due here tomorrow to start the photo shoot. When I was out yesterday I even bought a new digital camera ideal for what we want; something I am familiar with making the connections and transfer onto the web site easy for me. How the hell am I going to get a model lined up in time now?"

Not only that, but Krystal is a stunner, she really could make it as a model; I already had her planned as the face of our web site; her body stretched and naked covered in body oil would attract thousands of viewings. But on the plus side, John was a hunk, a big fit muscular beefcake of a man; if his cock is proportionate to the rest of his body I wouldn't mind trying that; and with Kris out of the way, well, Matts just a neighbour after all.

Matt replied "Well I don't know, but that is your problem, that's your end of the deal, but you need to get it sorted, that's why I was coming over, to let you know as soon as possible so you could work on it."


10. Model Behaviour

Well to say I was pissed doesn't do my attitude justice.

I was walking up and down his workshop, banging my head on wooden beams, stamping my feet, talking to myself, and seeing no answers. I was in shit. Kris was my deal maker and I have lost her. I cannot blame John, a thief is a thief and we cannot reward her with modelling work or any relationship with the company. Whilst all this is going around in my head I have taken the keys and removed my steel bra and belt and I slowly become aware Matt is just stood staring at me with a stunned look on his face; then I realise I am massaging my tits and my pussy and just staring at him whilst talking to myself, oblivious to what I am doing. I am turning red in embarrassment as I stop playing with myself and make a feeble attempt at covering myself.

Matt snaps out of it too and even he looks embarrassed but asks "Fancy a drink?"

I do and he directs me around to his pool and fixes a couple of large Vodka orange's which he brings out with him. I have stolen a bath towel to cover myself with and am lying on a lounger still talking to myself and stressing.

Matt takes a sip of his drink, slips his shirt and shorts off and dives naked into his pool. I drop my towel and follow.

We both swim a few lengths and come together in the shallow end and he grabs me.

My God I need this, another first, my first sexual pool experience, underwater fucking. After three days in that metal outfit I need a man's hands on me, his penis inside me.

The buoyancy of the water made it amazing, sitting astride him, mounted on him; almost weightless with my legs wrapped around him as he moved around the pool giving like a natural movement to the penetration. It was a beautiful moment, a wonderful experience, and a Fucking good orgasm at the end of it.

We retired to the loungers and enjoyed our drinks and discussed the Krystal problem.

"Why don't you do it?"

"Do what?"

"The modelling."

"Fuck off, do I look like a model?"

"Yes, you do, you are beautiful, and even more so in bondage, I would pay good money to look at you naked in restraints; you could do the modelling, I could take the photo's; like you said about Kris, we could change your hair, add a couple of tattoo's, a beauty spot; you could even get different colour contact lenses."

"No way, I am a partner, a Director, and I have my professional image to protect; I can't be seen on the World Wide Web naked in cuffs."

"Well you've got to do something Steph, it won't fix itself. Plus you have to try all the gear anyway, kill two birds and test it while you model it and save yourself the cost of the model.

At the same time; who the hell from your world would ever look at the web site and recognise you anyway?"

I had to admit, he was making a powerful argument and it wasn't as though I had a lot of options other than throwing money at it.

I downed my drink, got up and said "I may have to do it, I'll think about it" and dived again into the pool. Matt was up for it again already and followed me. He is a good Fuck.

After more sunbathing and a couple more drinks I find I really like Matt, not just his cock but him, his personality and humour and conversation. I somehow feel comfortable with him which given what he has introduced me to and done to me is quite surprising.

Finishing a third large drink and feeling it I leave Matt by the pool to go home. I am just about to walk out front when it actually dawns on me I am stark naked so I go into his barn come workshop. In the absence of anything else I actually put my chastity belt and bra back on, giggling to myself drunkenly that only someone as dumb as me would do this; but knowing that he had given me the keys earlier.

I managed the short journey home and collapsed onto a couch, chatted some more with Jack and passed out.

I woke up just before midnight, couldn't find the keys to my belt and bra, slipped a microwave dinner in to cook and poured another Jack whilst I waited for supper; I was starving, the last two days I had survived on breakfasts and Jack Daniels.

I couldn't be bothered searching for the keys so after my crappy food I hit the sack.

The next morning; well after a shower and a coffee anyway, my mistake was obvious to me, he had given me the keys, but I hadn't taken them. Well not to worry, he has given them to me so I will just go and get them.

First I have a proper good breakfast (just in case I don't eat again) and a swim, then I go to get my liberty back.

He is in the barn again working on some clothing item. He actually has a sewing machine and is making skirts, very manly not! "Hi Matt, I left my keys here yesterday; have you got them handy?"

"Yeah, I found them where I left them yesterday, I've got them safe."

"Can I have them? I tried the stuff on again to walk home but would like to get it off now, where are they?"

"Like I said, safe. I was thinking, your chastity belt isn't really a chastity belt if you hold the keys; so as a favour to you, as we are neighbours, I will hold them for you."

"Ha, yes, of course; the keys please?"

"No, seriously, this way the belt will be for real, you can put the belt and bra on anytime you feel the need to abstain from sexual touch; and will have to honour your own decision unless I unlock you; and each time I unlock you there will be a forfeit; so fun involved too. If you don't like it, don't put the belt on."

Weirdly, this excited me, but I hid that fact.

"Look, can you just unlock me? If I am stupid enough to put this gear on again then I will play your little game of forfeits, you can keep the bloody keys just get this stuff off me."

Laughing, he took the keys out of his pocket and gave them to me; then without waiting to see me naked he turned his back on me and got back to his work.

With nothing else to wear I was holding the unlocked belt and bra in place as best I could and starting to walk back out of his barn. Matt asked "Have you solved the modelling problem? You were due to start with Kris this evening?"

"Yes, your idea yesterday is all I have, if I am going to deliver the web site on schedule it has to get going now; there is so much to do I just cannot mess around anymore, it will have to be me."

He turns and looks at me "So you have your disguise sorted or do I have to stop what I am doing and work on it?"

"You work on it? It's me that needs disguised."

"You're doing your own tattoos? You are going to have to work on your hair or a wig or something; and contact lenses if you want them? I can make a couple of tattoo stamps but I will need an ink pad or pads if you want different colours; or body paint or however you want to do it."

He was right; we had to get going. He had to make the tattoo stamps and I would have to go shopping. We needed to get a plan together. I was tired of holding my metal bra and didn't want to lock it on again so just accepted he was going to see my tits again and took it off. A few minutes later my belt followed it.

We discussed exactly what was required to get us going with a photo shoot and after a quick search on the internet I had chosen a couple of tattoos, five Japanese characters to go vertically down my spine just above my butt in dark blue that translated as 'Body of Pleasure', and a red ladybird for my shoulder.

Matt insisted on measuring me for the placement of the tattoos, so he could get them the correct size for the ratio of my body, and work out exactly where he could place them consistently in the same places. The shoulder one was easy enough but then he had me bent over his work table to work on my spine tattoo. This was a bit embarrassing, bent naked over his table with him up against my butt as he did his studying and measuring. He certainly took his time over it.

Four hours later I had the hair dye, some green non-prescription contact lenses and a couple of body-ink pads; some baby oil and a lipstick. I had a quick shower and coloured my hair, a non-permanent 'party colour' brunette that looking in the mirror, I liked; and quite foxy I think. I grabbed my new camera and a couple of memory cards, slipped on some high heels and a short light dress and threw some more stilettos in various colours in a carry bag and headed over. I didn't bother with underwear, figuring I would only have to take it off for him; plus I knew the photos I needed, and they demanded nudity and vulnerability; and shit, that was my role in this.

Matt was up in the studio when I got there. He had been carrying up some of his products for the shoot. To help the mood he had some music playing and a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine already open. I didn't wait to be asked, or to be told; I filled both the glasses and slipped my dress off; have to be naked, waiting for the inevitable would only cause me further embarrassment.

We had some small talk and I asked him to change the music, I hate rap. We settled for a Bob Marley disc and Matt bent me over and tattooed my back, and then my shoulder.

Rather than messing about wondering which pose to do when, we agreed to just work our way around the studio as quick as we could and if we had time move onto other stuff. He had hundreds of items all needing photo'd so we had to crack on.

Matt had me suspended from a ceiling beam with my arms in a trapeze spreader bar and my legs also in a spreader; a slave collar locked on my throat and a ball gag locked in. I must admit, I liked it. Totally helpless, and horny.

Matt starts taking the photos and I realise something isn't quite right, for the web site, it needs to be more, glamorous, better than all the other sites. Shit! The body oil, the pink lip stick for my nipples and pussy, we've forgot it! I start shaking as best I can and trying to make what noise I can, and looking at him and shaking my head until he finally realises something is amiss. Dumb male!

He removes my gag and I explain he is going to have to release me and start the photos again. Matt says "Don't worry, no problem" and locks my gag back in place. He then go's and gets the baby oil and filing his hands gives my whole body a total covering.

I should hate the bastard for this, but instead I find it the most sensual experience ever; totally incapable of doing or saying anything I just have to accept that it is happening; this being restrained thing is amazing; I just kind of have to park my head and my ego and attitude, and give in to the moment. The baby oil massage of my tits is wonderful, when he gets to my inner thighs and pussy, Oh Yes Indeed! How I didn't come I do not know, but it was close. Then he wiped my lips, nipples and pussy lips dry with a tissue and painted them with pink lipstick. This bastard really owes me now and I will get even!

He continues with the photo shoot and moves me around the studio in stages, various stocks, benches, chairs, shackles, cuffs; various modes of suspension, even one where I was suspended by both wrists but with one ankle chained to the floor and the other up above my head like a standing splits; that was where he called it a night but instead of releasing me he fucked me in this position; just stood smiling into my eyes whilst he thrust into me.

He later explained that was my forfeit for him having released my chastity belt. I didn't tell him just how much I enjoyed it more than him, but instead that he was effectively a 'dead man walking' but he just laughed and said "More tomorrow, if you are nice to me." Bastard.

It was past eleven; finally released I put my dress back on and helped him finish the wine while we listened to the fourth re-run of Bob Marley. Matt explained that what I had done tonight didn't constitute a true testing of the products and we would have to revisit some of these same pieces at a later date. Secretly, the way things were going, this pleased me but I expressed disappointment all the same.

On leaving Matt said that he would need a third person to help with one of the products, in order for me to trial it at the same time as getting the photo shoot and he had lined John up for three pm tomorrow, and could I be prepped with hair and contacts and tattoos and everything ready for then? John had already seen me naked and knew who I was and also our fellow Director so I was happy to have him rather than a stranger and so agreed to be there ready on time. I didn't think to ask why John was needed at all, I was too tired.


11. Roasted

I spent the whole of the next morning transferring the photo shoot onto my computer and then selecting the shots to be used and transferring them into the draft web-site; and starting to create improved descriptions of the products.

This was followed with a small lunch and skinny dipping and sun-bathing.

At two thirty I made my way across to have my tattoos applied. Matt done this and after they had dried I covered myself in baby oil and 'pinked' my bits up again.

I was really at home with Matt and all this nakedness and stuff now and just chatted with him throughout this process.

He then led me up into the studio and started fastening me into a new frame I hadn't tried before. It was all gold coloured steel tubing and bars and cuffs. Standing, my ankles were cuffed wide apart, and I was bent over and my neck locked into a fixed collar forcing me to remain in a bent over position. Then my wrists were cuffed either side of and above my back. Whilst doing this he was explaining that first he would take some photos as I was now; then we would 'road test' the product and then finish with the final photo's; so that I could demonstrate the 'before and after' effects of this weirdly named roasting frame.

Whilst Matt walked around me taking photos I was trying to quiz him on the stupid name of the frame; that surely a roasting frame should be like what you would roast a Hog on, a long spit to shove through the beast and turn over a fire or hot coals. That this frame did little more than stocks. He said I would get the idea and understand better later.

John turned up; I had forgotten about him being involved in this and felt really exposed held like this with him walking around and looking at me. He seemed really excited and happy about something and I would have felt silly and rude asking him why he was here when Matt had invited him and told me he was coming.

Matt finished with the camera and put it down on a nearby spanking bench and come and took my hair and coiled it into a pony tail and tied something to it. He took this to something behind me and tied it and tightened it pulling my head back. Then he knelt in front of me and said "Open wide" which stupidly I did and he slotted a large ring spider gag into my mouth and buckled it in place. At the same time I felt John place his hands on my waist from behind as Matt stood up and asked "Getting the idea yet?"

Fuck! Yes I was getting the idea, I was the roast, and their cocks were going to be the spit! No way, I am not fucking doing this; I have already told him I don't do head jobs; and John fucking me from behind at the same time? No fucking way and I tried as best I could to tell him this but he had a rolled up tube of some spongy foam or something which he forced into my mouth. This expanded in my mouth shutting me up whilst he took some more pictures.

With John still behind me and Matt now with his Dick hanging out in front of me he took the foam out of my mouth.

The first and last time I gave a man a blow job was a vain attempt at self-preservation. I had been having casual sex with my Managing Director (David) for some months before the talk of the company cuts were general knowledge. David had quietly tipped me off that mine and two others names were in the hat and two had to go. Up until then I had done some pretty mind blowing sexual things with him but I had always refused to take his cock in my mouth; although he had tried many times and got stroppy when I refused.

This time though, in his hotel room after a meeting I had slid down his body and gone down on him; and swallowed. Twice.

The next day when I got to my desk there was an envelope waiting for me containing my contract termination and severance details. It was dated the day before and had David's signature on it. The bastard had known I was out and had still played me for a blow job. I vowed then never to have another man's cock in my mouth.

Matts' cock pushed through my lips the same time as John entered me from behind. Oh My God that feels big! He enters me and just seems to keep entering; I have never even had a Dildo that deep. Fuck! Then the fun starts, well for them anyway. They seem to have a bit of synchronised fucking going on, matching each other's strokes. There is nothing I can do, I am almost like a bystander or just a component part of their sex machine; taking it from both ends, being 'roasted'.

I am being abused, if I hadn't set myself up for this and effectively signed a contract to enter into this it would be tantamount to rape; I should be screaming in horror and hating this. Instead I want to scream in pleasure and I love it!

It is the helplessness of the situation; they will do what they like to me and I will like it or not; doesn't matter. John will pound me to his heart's content and come as he wishes; Matt will come in my mouth, and I am forced to submit to their wants, their desires; Oh My God this is so Fucking hot! Never mind them, I am coming, and in a big way. I have no choice, they are ripping an orgasm out of me. My eyes are closed, my mind just floating at a different and new level; and I realise my tongue is licking and playing with Matts cock just as he pauses and shoots into my mouth and John squeezes my waist as he comes into me. Just to get my own back I Orgasm again. Can't have the boys beat me!

I feel John slide out just as Matt is replacing his Dick with the foam stuffing again; just to make sure I swallow I bet; too late, I've swallowed already, without even thinking! Fuck! What a slut I'm becoming.

John has zipped up and gives my bum a firm slap as he says "Thanks Steph, nice seeing you again; pleasure doing business with you," and to Matt he says "That's us quits now mate; see you in the morning, can't hang around."

After John leaves Matt removes the foam insert from my mouth but leaves the spider gag in place and takes more photos. He then also removes the gag and regardless of all that has just happened all that I can think to say or ask is "What did John mean, you and him quits?"

"A while back his Krystal wanted to try the roasting frame and John asked me to do the deeds just like he did today; much as I obviously hated it I had to help a mate out."

"It doesn't bother you? Another man, a mate, fucking me?"

"Well, we are just neighbours and business partners aren't we? I mean we haven't kissed or hugged or discussed the love word or anything have we? Just sex for fun. Does this bother you?"

"No" I lied; "Like you say, just neighbours and fun." I was upset, I didn't think I would be; I had enjoyed it, I love it from behind and I fancied having John in me anyway but it was the fact I meant so little to Matt that he would truss me up and let another man fuck me.

Matt released me from the frame and I went to grab the camera and go but he stopped me and turned me to him. He looked me in the eyes and saw my tears. He said "I am sorry; I lied, it did bother me, I didn't think it would, it never has before, but it did." He took another photo of me and handed me the camera. "It's still early and you are all tattooed up and hair dyed and everything so we can get a lot more done if you are up for it; but given what you have just experienced for the first time if you want to call it a day then that's fine."

"Tie me up big boy, I'm all yours."

We got all the cages shot and a few more suspension photos and some of the clothing range and before I knew it we were still working at ten pm. Matt said we would call it a day and would I like to join him for a drink? I said I would like that and held out my hands for him to unlock my cuffs. The final shoot had involved me wearing a steel slave collar with matching steel ankle and wrist cuffs. No padlocks, they were all self-locking. He shook his head and smiled "Those are your clothes for the night; you can test them and bring them back tomorrow for the next shoot."

I just laughed and started walking; heading for his drinks cabinet via a quick shower whilst he locked up.


12. Outside Shoot

The next day I awoke feeling somehow freer than ever before; like I had been reborn into a different person from this weird and wonderful experience of sex and bondage. I was actually singing out loud as I used the bathroom to freshen up.

I had showered at Matts last night but just a quick shower and a drink with a towel wrapped around my head; and had actually walked home naked but for the collar and cuffs.

I examined myself in the mirror and posed and blew myself a kiss and said out loud "For a freer Steph you would certainly make a cracking slave girl." I liked the look; examining closely the cuffs; they were there to stay, very heavy duty; and each of the cuffs had a hinged 'D' ring that folded flat into the cuff so they looked very much like chunky bracelets. I looked at the collar trying to see how it locked when I noticed the inscription running around the collar 'Steph - Slave - property of Master Matt'.

Bastard!

Now I felt like a slave. He had forced a blow job out of me and I had swallowed his come and in return he locks his slave collar around my throat; labels me his property and packs me off home naked. Five minutes ago I was loving the look in the mirror; but now it feels different, like I cannot escape this look, this being a slave. I am resigned to this at his mercy. Why am I stood here frigging myself watching myself in the mirror?

Bastard!

Refusing to go running straight over to demand he removes these restraints because I don't want him to know he is getting to me I instead take my frigging back to bed and have probably the best masturbation session ever. I have no shortage of images and experiences to fantasise over; most involving Matt, a couple involving John and even a couple based on being held as a slave and used for sex by Kris!

I go down and dive in the pool to cool down but end up frigging here too; there is no stopping it, I am one seriously sexed up and horny bitch and I love it.

I spent some time transferring the most recent photos to add to the website and that was when I found it. When Matt had placed the camera on the spanking bench he had set the video mode going and he filmed me getting my virgin roasting. I was horrified! What an absolute slut I looked! Taking it from both ends and whilst at first I was quite rigid it was obvious that as it progressed, and it didn't take long, that I was fully and willingly participating. As Matt was taking his Dick out of my mouth and John had just climaxed the look on my face was one of pure ecstasy! I must have been mid-orgasm; I certainly didn't look like somebody who wanted to be released in a hurry!

I went from hating the video and the fact Matt had filmed it to watching it and re-watching it over and over whilst I wanked myself off again. Eventually I managed to get back to my work and finished with the photos. I wiped the card again as I do after every transfer but I just couldn't bring myself to delete the roasting video from my computer.

At three o'clock with my hair re-dyed and my contacts in I headed back over, naked. Well, are slaves meant to be wearing clothes?

Matt was waiting for me and I complimented him on the video; he just laughed and asked if he could see it? I explained I had wiped the camera but one evening, if he behaved, I would cook for him as it must be my turn to lay on the drinks and he could come over and see the website and the roasting. I was way past modesty with Matt as my current nakedness demonstrated.

We still had some of the clothing range to capture on film but I had an idea to help make the website a little more different from the others out there; and that was to intersperse outside shots with studio shots. Matt liked the idea even though it meant we had to repeat yesterday's shoot but outdoors; in and around his secret garden and the pool area.

It was a beautiful day and the shoot should look quite glamorous.

Matt had removed my slave collar and cuffs without comment, from me or him and I was happy to just leave it at that.

I felt great parading around the pool in a bright red body harness with my wrists cuffed in various positions; and hog-tied on his diving board. I was suspended in his secret garden in a full leather body suit that left my vital bits exposed; and paraded in locked on Ballet shoes and then thigh boots. I wore a chainmail corset that attached to a chainmail chastity belt and chainmail bra with a chainmail veil hiding a locked in metal gag.

I found the worst to be the hobble skirts and dresses. I hadn't fully appreciated how restrictive they are in the studio where I pretty much just posed without doing much walking but out here where there are long distances to navigate it was a different matter. The worst was a full hobble dress. It was a dark red colour with full sleeves; all in leather. I almost had to climb into it and could only get my feet through the bottom one at a time; then it was like putting a diving suit on getting it up past my hips. Matt had to help me once I started entering my arms into the sleeves and once fully up the back buckled together. There was no way I would be able to get this off alone. I could move my feet a maximum of five inches. My pubic area was exposed through a heart shaped cut-out and an upside down heart exposing my full buttocks. As you could guess, my tits were out too through another upside down heart shape.

Matt had me walk all the way around the pool to the far end. He then locked my arms together behind my back; the dress sleeves buckled together like arm-binders. I then had to walk back.

Just as I was setting off I heard a car pull up and car doors slam shut. Matt said "Ah, that will be John."

"John? You didn't say John was coming over."

"Yes, he has got himself a new girlfriend, Kelly, he is fetching her over to show her the business; she will be helping in the store."

"Hold on a minute Matt, I am totally exposed here, how do you think I feel about being paraded like this in front of a stranger; a member of staff and potentially a future friend?"

"Sorry Steph, just kind of used to you being around naked all the time; but you can let me know how it felt when they have gone."

"Matt, let me out of this before they find us." I tried to catch up with him but in this hobble skirt I had no chance and before I knew it John and Kelly were joining Matt at the far end of the pool.

They were all stood watching me as I approached and my small mincing steps made my tits bounce; I was so embarrassed! I must have been a brighter red than the dress by the time I got to them and John made the introductions. I tried to make some lame excuse to Kelly but she stopped me and explained that John had warned her to find me in some such or similar state whilst the website photos were taken. She kissed me on my cheek and said I looked fantastic. I thanked her and said we could dress her similarly if she liked but she declined saying she wasn't brave enough to flash her bits in public, and definitely wouldn't be doing any bondage even if she was going to be selling it.

Matt took John up to get us some drinks saying we would break for a while; he had some spaghetti Bolognese prepared, it just needed heating; and some garlic bread. He asked Kelly to undo my arm straps whilst they were away, but to leave my dress on as we needed more shots back in the studio.

Kelly undone my arms and chatted really friendly throughout as though she was an old friend; I got the feeling I was going to like her. She was quite tall too, not quite as tall as Krystal but tall enough, and another stunner. Why does everybody have to be taller than me?

Matt and John returned with the drinks and they were laughing; Kelly asked what the joke was and Matt explained that John had just pointed out it was a shame I hadn't had the bell nipple clamps on when I was strutting down the poolside, they would never have rung so hard. I can't say I saw the funny side.

John said he and Kelly had eaten lunch late so if we wanted to get the shoot out of the way they could wait for dinner; and I knew if we ate now I would be wearing just this dress and so I agreed with John and said to Matt we should finish our drink and press on.

He agreed and went back into the house to grab the bottles of wine.

By the time he returned I had finished my drink and he again buckled my arms together and this time added a red posture collar and a penis gag, both locked on. Thanks Matt, you really know how to make a girl feel good in company. But he wasn't finished there, working on John's suggestion he locked on the nipple clamps with bells attached. He then said for me to walk along the poolside but I just stared at him. Daggers. He smiled like he knew this was going to be a challenge. John and Kelly were sat on loungers further along the poolside, I would have to walk towards and then past them.

Matt walked off behind me to where he had put the wine bottle down and come back with a switch which he handed to Kelly. He asked her "Will you do us a favour? Your first job with the company; use this switch on Steph's bum and help motivate her walk quick as she can up the pool side whilst I get some action photos; I promise I will keep your face out of the shots."

Real Bastard!

Kelly giggled and looked at John, as though for support or advice. He said "You will be doing her a favour if you do Kelly, because if you don't it will be my job and Steph's pert little bum wouldn't like that."

Kelly looked really nervous but took the switch and placing her glass on the table come round behind me. I still hadn't moved, not a chime had been heard, but that was about to change."

'Swat' the first blow landed and both my bells rang but my feet didn't move. 'Swat' again with the same result. It wasn't hurting at all, well a very little sting but not enough to make me move. Kelly moved along beside me so she would be using it forehand instead of backhand. "Please Steph, just walk when I hit you" she whispered to me and 'Swat' the switch landed on my left buttock. It hurt a little more but not enough to move me. There was a pause while Kelly thought about it and then 'Swat' on my left buttock again and Fuck that one did hurt and I took a little step forward; couldn't help myself. 'Swat, Swat, Swat, Swat, Swat, Swat' in quick succession and each one harder than the last and I was almost running; well if Turtles could run, left buttock, right buttock, across both buttocks and I was off, tits jiggling and both bells ringing. Matt was taking photos and John was laughing. Kelly slowed down her rate but kept at it, all the way to the top of the pool.

I was exhausted, and totally humiliated, but with this posture collar on I had to stand proud and take it.

Matt took the switch back off Kelly and thanked her saying she could sit and finish her drink now. Matt bent over and put me over his shoulder and walked back to them "You guys have your drink and chill, help yourselves to the wine and when you fancy it John bring Kelly up to see the studio; we have some final shots to do up there, should take about two hours or so."

I must have looked really graceful up there on his shoulder with my bare butt looking down on them.

Matt carried me up to the studio, I appeared to be weightless to him. Once there he took more 'posed' pictures as I was and then grabbed his special tool and removed the nipple clamps. They hadn't been on an hour but how my tits ached and throbbed when they come off; it was wonderful! He explained he didn't want to take them off me in front of the others.


13. Caging Kelly

We carried on with the shoot, I didn't say anything about what had happened outside and being exposed and humiliated like that in front of and even by Kelly, I didn't think it would do any good. We fairly sprinted through the shoot and just over an hour later when John and Kelly joined us I was hanging in the same suspended position I had negotiated the contract from. I was naked but for the slave collar and cuffs I had come in. I didn't want his slave collar back on because I knew what it had inscribed on it now but he already had me restrained at that point and so I couldn't resist. He couldn't hide his smile as it clicked locked around my throat sending a shiver down my spine.

John showed Kelly around the studio whilst Matt got close-ups of me in my slave restraints, obviously if any showed my name I wouldn't be using them, well not on the website anyway.

With that finished he then wanted photos of the various whips and canes. He took some of the selection on the rack and asked if Kelly would help once again. Oh no, the Bastard keeps doing it to me!

He asked Kelly to take and use each of the items in turn whilst he took the photos. This time she needed no encouragement almost jumping at the chance. Bitch!

First was the switch she had already used. Then a paddle, a riding crop, a variety of whips; a couple of floggers, a red coloured plastic stick that she just touched me with and it shocked me, that fucking well hurt! Then finally a cane that really hurt too.

With the photo shoot finally finished and me feeling like I desperately needed an orgasm to get over this one Matt said he and John would get the dinner cooking; and asked Kelly to release me and join us in the lounge for drinks.

As they were going down the stairs Kelly had picked up one of the floggers again and gave my butt a good wallop. Matt came running back up the stairs and took it off her and asked "Kelly, what are you doing? The shoot is over!"

"I, I'm sorry, it is just, well, I have never done anything like this before, and that noise it makes, the effect it has, I just, well I am sorry, sorry Steph, I just kind of had to without even thinking; I don't know what has come over me."

"Sorry Kelly, these are toys, and they are for playing with, and Steph does enjoy it although she won't admit it (Daggers!) but you haven't done the dare so you can't play, sorry." As he had said the word 'dare' he had looked at me and I am sure winked. He headed back for the stairs and Kelly asked after him "What dare?"

Matt said over his shoulder as he went down the stairs "get Steph to explain before you release her, she was brave enough to do it." He does love playing these games, I could see exactly what he had done, the poor girl had no chance.

"What dare? What is he on about Steph? Oh and I am so sorry I have hit you, both out there and in here; I so wanted you to pretend I was hitting you hard and walk but you wouldn't; I didn't want John hurting you; I am sorry." If only she knew just what John had done to me!

One day that will probably be Kelly in the roasting frame with Matt servicing her pussy, or even me with a strap-on; now that's a thought!

I explained to her about the dare, the naked drop down the fire pole. She walked over and had a look at it, considering it I am sure but returned and said "No, like I said I don't get my bits out in public; I couldn't parade myself like you do; no offence meant Steph, each to their own so to speak."

"No I didn't think you would, it is a test to see if you are brave enough to take a jump into the unknown, to see if you like adventure, if you have fire in you; I do so I couldn't resist the challenge and went for it."

"Yeah but I don't see the point, I mean, what would I possibly gain?"

"Well, it's fortunate for me you don't have any fire in you; because if you did you would be allowed to use the flogger and stuff and the position I am in, well, imagine."

"What, I could flog you some more?"

"Kelly, I can tell the chances of you stripping off all your clothes and going down that pole are so slim that if you do, well you can flog me to your heart's content with my blessing."

She laughed "Ha, tricked you, the moment I heard the dare I was always going to do it; I just wanted your permission to flog you when I get back." She stood by the bondage table and stripped off her short dress and little pink panties, no bra so just kicking her pumps off she grabbed the pole and went; she was laughing out loud as she dropped.

She hit the bottom and shrieked; I could hear Matt and John laughing, they must have been waiting down there, listening to us, in anticipation.

Matt come up and released me and then surprisingly he held my face and kissed me! "Welcome to the team" he said, "I knew there was only one way she was coming down and you delivered. If you like you will have time to shower and get back to your normal blond self before dinner; if you are happy dressed as you are or in one of our clothing range items then you are okay showering here."

"Thank Matt, but it may have passed you by that I am stark naked, us girls don't normally dine naked, well not in company anyway; I think I will nip home and shower and put something on; are you taking my collar and cuffs off?"

"Don't be silly slave, you haven't finished testing them yet; and anyway, you may find when you get back that Kelly is dining naked, that will be up to John. Your choice, but if you return dressed as you are I will take it you are stopping the night and you can serve me in my bedroom tonight; be quick, shoo!"

The nerve of the man! He is almost taking it for granted that I am going to just turn up naked and let him fuck me all night! I am not his fucking slave!

I headed for the stairs not quite quick enough to avoid his big hand slapping my butt and rather than hurting I was giggling as I headed down. Not bothering with any vain attempt at covering myself I stood next to John looking at naked Kelly doing the best she could at covering herself in her cage. "You bitch" She said, "You knew what was down here and you let me do it."

"You are the one that tricked me if I remember right; because you wanted to flog me. You have switched my bare butt because you wanted to and you enjoyed it; you have flogged and caned and whipped me and enjoyed it, you come down that pole because you wanted to; I have made you do nothing; you have done everything because you wanted to. You could have just released me and that would have been it; you would be up eating pasta now and drinking wine fully clothed but you chose this instead; enjoy."

I walked around the cage and put my hands through the bars and tickled her bum, she went crazy, wiggling and jumping until she turned and faced me. Matt had joined John at this stage. "Matt, John, what do you think of her bare bum; how does it look in the cage?" She stared at me and put her hands on her bum to try to cover it.

"Nice tits Kelly, what are you? A thirty four C? Or even a D cup? Nice pussy too, come look at this Matt, I think she needs a shave." Her pussy looked lovely, it was blond, hairy but trimmed so not over the top but I prefer either Brazilian like mine or shaved like Krystal. She covered herself again and turned to face the men yelling at them to release her. I left them to it and headed home for my shower; Matt followed me out of the barn as he went to get the food cooking.

Once home I had a very quick but oh so enjoyable wank before my shower and then went for it again in the shower. This new life of mine is simply amazing. No real work, just sex.

Showered, tattoos removed and my hair and eyes back to normal I had to consider what to wear. No way was I simply giving in and returning naked. But on the other hand I wanted to spend the night with him again; that last session in his bed was memorable for all the right reasons, even Krystal in the morning.


14. Twisting Friend

I decided to meet him half way and locked on the blue leather corset he had given me with the breast cover and pussy and butt straps. I couldn't put the cuffs on because I already had the steel slave cuffs on; and I wouldn't get the thigh boots on over the thick metal ankle cuffs so I put some blue stilettos on instead. Not quite a matching colour but best I could come up with. Before heading back I just had to check in the mirror that it was still the same collar, and it was, 'Steph - Slave - property of Master Matt'. Bastard, it will be me that masters him, just you wait and see!

I headed back over, the door was unlocked and I went straight up. Matt was in the kitchen and I liked the look he gave me as I hung in the doorway. He poured me a glass of wine and set me up at the breakfast bar whilst he checked on the food and put the garlic bread in.

He asked me to excuse him whilst he popped down to see John, he had an idea. He was only gone ten seconds when he reappeared and locked a thin chain onto my collar and the other end around a pole supporting the breakfast bar "Just in case you get any ideas about going anywhere; nobody looking that good is leaving my house tonight" and dashed away again.

I was happy, even in my fetish outfit I had passed the test and qualified as his slave for the night; plus he had left the wine bottle within reach.

He was back in no time and said the others would be up shortly, Kelly was just getting dressed. I hadn't figured on Kelly putting her clothes back on, made me feel a bit sluttish again dressed like this, but hey, I'm getting accustomed to a little humiliation once in a while; even seem to get off on it. Yeah, slut!

Matt unchained me and I helped with setting the table and rinsing dishes and stuff whilst he finished the cooking and turned everything down to a minimum.

We heard John coming up the stairs talking away and popped out of the kitchen with drinks for them. There was John with Kelly over his shoulder wearing the black equivalent of my outfit but with the leather cuffs and posture collar and her wrists cuffed to the back of her corset and her ankles cuffed together. He stopped and stood her right in front of us. She did not look amused. She still had marks on her legs and bare hips from what I guessed was a flogging which I assumed also covered her ass and back and maybe breasts.

"Hi Kelly, thought you didn't do nakedness and bondage and stuff? Trying to copy my look?"

"Piss off bitch, do I look like I want this?"

I was right, not amused. I returned the kiss on the cheek she had given me earlier.

"I am testing the products, creating a website and earning a fortune out of it, what's your excuse? Just kinky?"

She didn't have an answer.

Knowing this was John's girlfriend and he was Matts mate and we were partners I figured better to build bridges so I decided to be nice. John had joined Matt and I said to her I would get her a drink and then I released her ankles and wrists and guided her over to the chairs John and Kris were in when I first met them; the ones with the great view through the glass wall.

"Should we start over? I am Steph and pleased to meet you; I live next door and......." I gave her the whole story, how I too had been a complete bondage novice until very recently when I had stumbled into it; but found now that I am not only enjoying it but am in danger of addiction to it.

How I am helping the company grow, my skills and previous employment history; what the website was going to look like and what I hoped to get from it, everything. Kelly responded well, I was guessing she was just about the same age as me but with quite a different background. She was clever enough, plenty of qualifications but failed to have the necessary drive or at least the opportunities to make anything of it and so had worked in hotels and retail since leaving school. She had known John for over a year through being members at the same leisure club and had even been out with him once before but Kris had interfered and taken John away but now they were having another go.

She thinks John had seen beyond the amazon lady's body and looks and realising there was nothing behind the beauty had come back to her. I said nothing to shatter this illusion but through this gossip I felt I was making a friend.

I asked her how she felt being naked in the cage. She admitted that in the end being trapped naked like that had been exciting; and once me and Matt had left it had got her and John past an awkward moment as they hadn't shared any sexual activity since getting back together, and her being naked with him had propelled them through the moment because there was nothing she could do but expose herself to get out; and then he had cuffed her and suspended her (just as Matt with me) and even flogged her.

That she was still here and dressed like this was unbelievable and she was very self-conscious and nervous but was going with it and would see what come out the other side tomorrow.

I said for her to just take a night off; forget modesty and vanity and ego; whatever the men propose, just go with it. Even if you squirm in embarrassment and sheer humiliation, the rewards can be tremendous; that was my experience anyway.

Kelly agreed to have a drink, relax and try to go with it. She asked me "So are you happy actually being a slave? Actually recognising Matt as your master and, well I guess, obeying him?"

I wasn't prepared for this and spilt my drink down me in shock. "I am not a slave, I do not have a master, whatever makes you think that?"

"Well, your collar for starters."

"Oh, yes, well that; I cannot get it off; Matt is a great trickster and joker; I have to try and test all the products before I agree to the company marketing them; to protect my reputation as a company director because my reputation on the bigger stage is worth more than this company is to me. "

"Unfortunately this means that Matt invariably always has an excuse to restrain me in some way or dress me like you see me because we are on a deadline to get the website published. He put these collar and cuffs on me yesterday without me knowing about the inscription and I get the feeling he is going to keep locking it on me every chance he gets until I accept him as my master, which I never will of course; I am determined to make him crawl to me as my slave."

"Well good luck Steph, but from what I have seen of you both together, you are happy to be mastered by him and you are good together like that."

"What?" I nearly choked.

The chat was interrupted by a call for dinner to be served and we took our seats having helped serve the plates.

Dinner was lovely; I have always had Spagbol as my favourite and we finished with coffee and ice cream and after eight mints. The conversation was good too, just another surreal moment with Kelly and I in matching fetish gear.

After the dishes were loaded in the washer by Matt and I we moved into the lounge and had more drinks and John asked "What now? A rematch from last time but me and Kelly against you two, Darts and Pool?"

Unfortunately Kelly took me too literally when I told her to just go for whatever the men proposed because Matt offered "Or how about we see who the head girl is? Strip twister and the loser gets to wear these nipple clamps not released until morning and both girls stay as they end the game for the darts and pool?" and she immediately blurted out "I'm up for it if Steph is!" Ease off the wine Kelly, for God's sake. There I was, doomed to another humiliation.

Matt set up the twister deck whilst John removed Kelly's posture collar and replaced it with a black leather slave collar Matt handed him. We were effectively dressed the same.

Off came our shoes and they had us start the game stood facing each other at either end of the deck with our feet on the inner spots.

I knew exactly what they were doing from the outset, they would spin the wheel which neither Kelly or I could see but would then pick which limb they wanted us to put on which colour that would stretch and open us up the most. It also meant they could dictate who would win each round by giving one of us easy options and the other consistently awkward manoeuvres and so ensuring we would be reduced to nakedness together.

I took my own advice, bit my lip, and went with what the men said.

I don't know how Kelly coped, but regardless of all the bondage and roasting and everything, this was truly humiliating; but fun at the same time. Having to keep our hands and feet fixed to the spots was effectively bondage; and the men were rigid in their rules and refereeing. They orchestrated it to be as demeaning as you could imagine. First my tit cover went, then my butt strap. Kelly was happy as anything and boasting about her gymnastic qualities but then she lost the next three in a row and was reduced to just her corset. Then that went too, four defeats in a row and she was naked. I was happy then to have squashed her gymnastic boasting but two games later we were both naked and playing loser wears the nipple clamps.

The guys were playing it like speed twister with moves almost every second, unless one or both of us were in particularly interesting positions in which case there would be a pause or even a drink refill.

Because the games had gone so quick they introduced an extra round. Winner covers the loser in baby oil. Needless to say two games later we were both smeared, but we had got to know each other better!

The guys were truly skilled, they had engineered us into sixty nine positions, me bent double with her face stuck in my pussy, her in a crab position with my face in her pussy; both of us stood with our backs closest to them with our legs apart and our hands stretched on the other side of the deck. In the end Kelly was stretched above me and I was in a very shaky position and they gave Kelly a pretty impossible move and she crashed onto me and we both went down. We insisted on a rematch, a final decider but the men said they would consider the overall performance and elect a winner.

Whilst this was decided, and to make sure the poor loser couldn't take a strop and try to back out they cuffed our wrists to the back of our collars whilst they voted. We both scored ten out of ten and they declared the twister tournament a tie. We were both happy, both winners. However, the guys said that by default we were both also losers and without further ado both the guys fixed nipple clamps to both our nipples. They were matching, not the same ones as earlier with the bells attached; but silver diamond encrusted pear shaped drops from the clamps and connected to each other with thin chains and still un-removable without a special tool.

But at least the guys didn't keep us naked; they gave us our high heels back to wear!

Well I suppose this at least added an edge to the darts and pool. Weird when every time you throw a dart or take a pool shot your tits jiggle. I knew it was going to hurt in the morning when they came off but I said nothing to Kelly, she could deal with this in her own way tomorrow.

We tried to get the guys to play strip darts but they weren't having any of it, Matt explained that they were the masters and expected to be clothed; they had a standard to maintain; we on the other hand, the slaves, should be naked. Any more complaints we could be gagged and naked.

The night fizzled out and we joined our partners in their beds and for me this was what I really came for. Having been naked pretty much all night, and rubbed with body oil by a girl and put in all those positions on the twister deck I was incredibly horny and desperately wanted to feel him in me. I used his bathroom and freshened up and as I come out he picked me up and physically through me onto the bed, on my back and with thin rope very quickly tied my cuffs together and to the headboard and then my ankles apart but rather than fucking me he went down on me; until his tongue had worked an orgasm from me.

He then untied me and rolled me off the bed, I had no idea what was happening but ended up laying on the floor beside the bed; interesting.

Again with thin rope he tied my cuffs together and then to the back of my collar. He then tied my ankle cuffs together.

He lifts a valance up on the side of the bed and I see steel bars. The whole underside of his bed is a cage! He lifts the side up and rolls me in and onto my right side and then bends my legs and ties my ankles up to my collar. "I need some sleep; I have to get up early. Only wake me if you want my cock in your mouth; if you do, then you sleep in the bed; otherwise you are in your bed for the night.

Bastard!

It wasn't so bad, I had experienced worse, it wasn't cold, the carpet was quite nice; I often sleep on my side; I was determined not to give in to blackmail. I am proud, I lasted all of three minutes before I started pleading, begging even. A minute later still and I was promising great things of my lips, my tongue, my throat. "Please Master" I begged. A minute later still I was still in the same bonds but out of the cage, on my knees and with his cock in my mouth; and yes, I swallowed again.

He had intended getting up early and was in need of his sleep, but from the servicing he gave his slave he must have awoke tired.

I awoke alone. I was not tied to the bed in any way and my hands were free but I was still naked, still had on the nipple clamps and now had the addition of a twelve inch chain locked to my ankle cuffs.

I used the bathroom and showered and doing what I could with my hair I dried off and went down to make myself some breakfast.

In the kitchen there was a note left for me 'Slave, serve me your body in the pool, now!' That arrogant bastard, he can just want it and wait until I have some juice and cereal, and a relaxing coffee!

Once again, that was some fuck in the pool. He removed the nipple clamps whilst he was sat on a step in the pool with me mounted on him and my hands cuffed to the rear of my collar. The pain was unbelievable and I went wild but he held me on him and fucked me like a bucking bronco. Un-fucking believable!


15. Public Shoot

With the chain released but the cuffs and collar staying on I went home and transferred all the photos again and had a little lunch. I was being taken by him into town to see the store and do a photo shoot there. John was locking it up at five and he and Kelly would spend the day tidying it and making it shine so it would just need a final quick clean after the last customer had left.

I had to dye my hair and be across at Matts for four to have my tattoos inked on; then he was dressing me before taking me into the store for the shoot. The front of the store gets the evening sun and he reckons it will be good for the outside front of store shots but if not we can go back in the morning.

I make it to Matts on time and get my tattoos fixed and then he hands me a little black dress to wear but insists on the wrist-cuffs and collar staying on. I am impressed with the dress, the most normal thing he has ever had me wear; I didn't realise he made a normal clothing range. It was like a very tight fitting boob-tube stitched onto a very broad leather belt with a very tight mini-skirt stitched below the belt. The belt had an adjustment buckle and this was fastened again very tight. He called it an 'Embarrassment dress' but I have worn less than this on a night out, not embarrassing at all; especially compared to the wrist-cuffs and collar.

To compliment this look I had locked-on black leather stiletto thigh boots. Very sexy.

We jumped in his range rover and headed in. It must have been the ride in the car but by the time we were there my top was trying to come down and my skirt up; if I hadn't kept adjusting it I would have been in just belt and boots!

We got to the store and Matt was quite right, the way the evening sun played across the front it looked very dramatic, polished and shining bright compared to the buildings around it. This was the first time I had seen it and I was quite impressed.

We went inside and I had a good look around, John and Kelly had done a good job with the displays and I didn't feel I had to make any adjustments and just went around shooting the displays. Then I popped outside and got some shots of the frontage between cars and pedestrians passing by. This silly dress kept threatening to come down and ride up and I was continuously having to adjust it.

With enough shots of the store we wanted some of me posing as a customer in the store and so I handed the camera to Matt and put on various items and restraints whilst Kelly or John posed as the shop assistant serving me; some in the 'special restraints' section with me in stocks or in a rigid 'hog-tie' training frame or suspended from the ceiling, both by my arms and then my legs.

Then I was allowed to put my dress back on but Matt wanted a couple of final shots and locked my wrist-cuffs to the back of my collar and explained he was taking me outside for a shot of me in front of the store whilst restrained. I objected "No way, this dress keeps pulling back to the belt and in no time I will be naked but for my boots and a thick black belt; I can't go out like that."

Matt promised me "Steph, I will not allow your dress to either ride up or come down on its own and expose you, I promise; and it will only take a minute to get the shot I want, as long as you go along with it and get into a decent pose quickly."

Reluctantly, I agreed and just to make sure there were no further delays or objections coming from me Matt locked a thick black ball gag on me and led me out the shop; John and Kelly followed and were obviously in on it.

Standing me centrally in front of the store John and Kelly had me widen my stance and snapped a spreader bar between the rings on my thigh-boot ankles. Matt was stood in the street and had the shot lined up and nodded to John and Kelly, John raised my skirt up onto my belt and Kelly pulled my top down also onto my belt and then stepped either side with their inside arms pointing to me with open hands, and their outside arms raised up towards the outer edges of the signage, with me naked in-between. Obviously rehearsed in anticipation of a naked me on full display.

No sooner had Matt taken shots from front and to either side than John picked me up and turned me around and clipping a chain to the front of my collar he bent me double and fastened the chain to the centre of the spreader bar and resumed his pose but this time alongside Kelly with them both pointing to me and the signage with their arms and Matt taking more shots.

By the time they had finished and removed the chain and spreader bar quite a few passers-by had gathered and stopped to watch the shoot; I had never been so embarrassed! Whilst Matt took me back into the store I could hear John passing flyers out to the crowd and loudly broadcasting that there was much more inside should they return in the morning. I will be lucky if it isn't the police returning in the morning!

Matt removed my gag and I yelled at him "You lying bastard, you said you would keep my dress in place!"

"No, I said I wouldn't let it adjust itself and expose you, it didn't, Kelly and John did."

"You lousy tricking Bastumph!" The gag was shoved back in, mid insult and I stamped my foot in frustration, which didn't help at all.

"Now just you listen here Steph, when you see those shots in the morning you will love them and thank me for them, and there is no way you would have posed willingly for them. Yes I tricked you but I have done you a favour as you will realise when you see the shots. Now do you want to calm down and I will release you or do you want me to carry you back to the car and home as you are?"

I fumed a little longer and calmed myself and as John and Kelly returned into the store I nodded acceptance, but no way was this over, he has it coming to him; I just don't know what or how yet.

"Okay" he said quietly to me, "I will take your gag out and if you say to me 'Sorry Master, and thank you for helping me, I will be a good slave now' I will release your cuffs and let you dress for the journey home; anything else and I will drag you back to the car on a leash; take you home and give you a good spanking until you beg to please me, understand?"

I just stared at him, absolutely fuming.

Matt removed the gag, I was still stood there, hands cuffed to my collar and naked but for belt and cuffs. I forced myself to calm down, I had no doubt he would hold to his threat; very quietly I said "Sorry Master, and thank you for helping me, I will be a good slave now."

Matt kissed me and said "Brave, strong girl" and released my cuffs. I put my dress right covering myself and as Matt walked away I said "But you are still a Bastard."

He stopped and come back to me, smiling; and kissed me and said "Yes, but I

am your Bastard and you love me."

At this point I am totally confusing myself, my body, my head and my heart all in turmoil.

Matt announces that it has been a totally successful evening, all shots looking good and about time we had a small celebration drink in the Irish bar just around the corner. John agreed and said he would lock up if we all wanted to head off and get the drinks in.

Matt walked us out and along the street, my dress a constant fight to keep in place as we walked; it seemed to be getting worse as the night wore on.

As soon as we were in the bar Matt went to the bar and Kelly and I went to get a table, with me guiding her to a darkened corner to hide my embarrassment in this dress.

We only stayed for a couple of drinks as Matt and John were both driving but I couldn't get out fast enough. I had to go to the rest room half way through and I have never felt like such a slapper the looks I was getting on my walk through the now crowded bar.

As we were leaving to go to the cars I don't know who said it but I heard "Nice show love, a real crowd stopper" and there was a small cheer. Obviously some of the customers had seen and recognised me from the naked shoot! Oh my God!

Once out of the bar we split up and Matt and I headed back to the car; he held my door open for me and helped me in like a gentleman, but once in he easily took my arms behind my head and cuffed my wrists to my collar again "What is that for?"

"To stop you interfering with your dress, should make the drive home more interesting; plus I feel you still deserve a spanking for all the insults."

"Now just you...."

"And if you are going to nag I still have the gag in my pocket; and the more you disappoint me the harder the spanking."

As sarcastically as I could I said "Thank you, Master."

We hadn't even left town and I was topless; only a couple of miles later I was naked; I fully understood why he called this an embarrassment dress and asked him about it. He explained that the dress was made with Lycra, but that he had also sewn thick seams of stretched Lycra vertically up through the dress so that it always wanted to un-stretch back to its original state and in so doing collapsed the dress back to the belt. The longer it was worn the less the fabric of the dress could resist the seams of stretched Lycra.

I don't think I will be keeping this one then!

Back at his place he put me over his shoulder and carried me straight up and dumped me on his bed. He unlocked and removed the boots and then the dress also. He went over and took something from his drawer and joined me on the bed. First he blindfolded me and then he warned me "Do not call me anything other than Master tonight."

It's only around nine pm, this could be a long night!


16. Getting Personal

I felt his hands on my body, smoothly rubbing my body, massaging me all over; and then between my legs, using his own legs to hold my legs apart his hand started to massage my pussy; slowly, with feeling, his fingers entering me until I was wet. Then something else, at first I thought a Dildo of some type but it was round and kind of just plopped in but gave off a vibration as it did; this was followed by another but still he massaged my body and my pussy.

He sat himself with his back against the headboard and pulled me up and across his legs, face down so my bum was exposed to him. I felt his right hand massaging my buttocks and then 'Smack'; not hard, enough to surprise me but not really hurt me; I felt a tingle from the balls inside of me 'Smack', 'Smack', 'Smack' he softly spanked me, across both buttocks, the top of my thighs, each buttock in turn, some soft, some quite hard and making me yelp in pain; speeding up and slowing down the smacks and all the time the tingling in my pussy growing and growing.

Oh My God I am no longer yelping, I am purring; even the harder smacks creating their own pleasure within me. I feel something new is happening to me, as though I am hovering at a different level. Each time his spanking gains a rhythm and I learn to anticipate the smack he senses this and changes his pace and power.

There is a pause and I feel the steel slave ankle cuffs locking again onto my ankles, he must have planned this all along, he took them off me in the barn before we went out, he must then have hidden them under the pillow in anticipation of doing this to me.

He has connected the cuffs together and regains his rhythm; the balls still reverberating, reacting to the spanking. I try hopelessly in vain to open my legs to help the orgasm come; My hands are locked solid to my neck but still I squirm and fight against the bonds in frustration. I feel he is deliberately prolonging the orgasm. Just building and building my pressure to burst in ecstasy.

For what seems like an eternity this continues; I can feel my buttocks glowing and growing more and more sensitive to his touch but the spanking continues, and now accelerates; soft but rapid and I am on the summit, my whole body physically trembling and I feel his body move and his left hand come over and take on the spanking and his right hand ease between my soaking thighs; he feels for something and I feel the balls start to draw out of me and as the first plops out I peak and not just my pussy but what feels like my whole insides explodes through my pussy "OH MY FUCKING GOD YES" I scream out loud as the orgasm breaks through me; oh it comes and it comes and just as it starts to reside the second ball pops out just as my bottom is spanked again and "YES, YES, YES, OH SO FUCKING YES YOU WONDERFUL BASTARD" I again scream out loud.

Never, just never has it been this good, this powerful, this startling. I am desperate to move, desperate to open my legs, lay on my back and give a proper birth to this mother of all orgasms but I cannot, and still he softly spanks me as the orgasm slowly resides.

Oh, just..... Oh!

He stops the spanking and there is a pause and then I feel a cool liquid or gel on my bum and his hand massaging this into my spanked bottom. There is another pause and my ankle cuffs are released and I feel the ball things being reinserted and then the massaging of my bottom continuing. I open my legs wide and just cannot help it, I come again; much smaller, but oh so lovely, so satisfying.

He gently lifts me off him and lays me face down in the centre of the bed and releases my wrist cuffs. I stretch out spread eagle and feel him draw the balls out of me. I crunch the pillows with my hands in complete ecstasy as I feel him leave the bed. I really am floating, I am in a really wonderful place, somewhere new and warm and cosy. As I drift off into an exhausted sleep I am subconsciously aware of him returning and doing something with my neck but deep sleep takes over.

I awake and it is dark; then I realise I am still blindfolded. Not knowing if I should remove the blindfold I reach out and feel for him but I am alone. I remove the blindfold and still it is dark. I feel for the bed-lamp and once on see that it is only a quarter after mid-night.

I head over to the bathroom to clean myself up but soon realise that I need a shower. It is only during this that I realise my collar and cuffs are gone. For the first time in a long time I am restraint free and I actually panic; Has he finished with me? Is that it? He doesn't even want me as his slave? I cannot explain this panic, these feelings, this worry but I dry off as quickly as I can and go to look for him.

I find him down in the lounge, sitting by the widow, a glass of Scotch in his hand. My cuffs on the floor beside him, my collar in his lap. He just looks at me. I have a fleeting feeling of embarrassment as it dawns on me I have come down naked but this soon passes given what he has done to me. He is still fully clothed.

I ask him "What is it Matt, what is the matter?"

"Oh......nothing Steph, nothing wrong, just enjoying the peace and quiet and a drink and thinking."

"What are you thinking?"

"About you, about us."

"What about?"

"Just thoughts, personal thoughts, my thoughts; but all good, nothing to worry about."

I started to worry. "Are you finished with me?"

"What do you mean, finished with you?"

"You have taken my cuffs and my collar; don't you want me? Don't you want to Master me, have me as your slave?"

"Steph, You have turned my world upside down; I have never been involved with a girl I was scared to lose before; it is not that I do not want to Master you, but that I am scared I will drive you away in doing so."

"But you had your collar on me, I was yours, and I never asked you to take it off."

"Neither did you ask me to put it on you; never did you beg to be a slave to me, I tricked and then forced it upon you."

"Well put the bloody thing back on me and let's get back to bed; you have taken no pleasure from me tonight; only given it to me, and that was something special, thank you, Master."

"Sorry Steph, that won't do it, it will still be me taking advantage of you on the back of what you have just experienced."

"So what can I do, what do I have to do to have you as my Master, to wear your collar again?"

"Prove your desire to me, do something you never would willingly do, in the cold light of day, totally sober, free from any influence or pressure from me; crawl to me naked on your hands and knees; kneel in front of me and hand me this collar and beg me "Please Master, take me as your slave, lock this collar around my neck; then to show my submission let me take your cock in my mouth and pleasure you and swallow your come" and hold up your hair to accept the collar. Would you do that? No need to answer, I am just being silly and teasing you; should we go to bed?"

I gulped, imagining me actually doing that, really acknowledging my desire to have a man, any man, Master me. "Yes please"

We went to bed, hugged, and fell asleep in his arms.

We were awoken by the phone ringing; I looked at the clock, it was almost nine, I cannot believe just how well I had slept. Matt got the phone and I slipped out and into the shower.

I had finished my shower and was fixing some breakfast when Matt finally come down to join me.

He waited until we had finished eating and were just enjoying coffee by the pool when he told me about the phone call. He apologised but he was going to have to go away for a few days, his mother had been in a car crash, nothing too serious but she was in hospital and Matt had to be there for her.

I understood, obviously, but explained that the web design was in its final stages and I needed the product codes, prices, descriptions and some background knowledge information to help get it finished, and was there any chance John could help in his absence?

Matt said he would give him a ring and get him to pop over in the evenings, but I wasn't to take it any further than conversation with him!

Matt was sorting a few things out and leaving after lunch, but would leave me the keys to the barn and studio and pop in to see me before he left.

I left him to make his arrangements but nipped back into his house to collect the slave collar and cuffs, well they did kind of belong to me, or at least they are made for me; and then got started on transferring yesterday's photos.

I made a start on the photos but my mind was not on it, I was really surprised that I felt this way as strongly as I did, but I was going to be so lonely without Matt here each day.

I thought about last night, first how he had abused our trust putting me out on the street naked and bound for passing pedestrians to ogle whilst he snapped photos of me; but then the unbelievable pleasure he had given me, and then what he had said to me, about how I had turned his world upside down and how he was scared to lose me; and what he had said about me demonstrating my need for him to master me.

He had basically been saying to commit to him as a partner, effectively man and wife, not master and slave; but with all the fun. I was also conscious of what he had just said about John, and keeping it to conversation only.

He knows that I know just what a tremendous shaft he has, because I have had it in me already; this is obviously playing on his mind; and I must admit, mine too. What a great fuck-buddy he could be! That could be a temptation too great for me, especially if we got to drinking surrounded by all that restraint gear.

Matt rang my doorbell shortly after two and I let him in. He gave me his barn keys and said he was packed and heading straight off, but he had called John and he would be around this evening to see me. I asked him to do me a favour first and he asked what, quite impatiently; but I understood he was just wanting to be off and probably concerned that John was going to be here whilst he was away, he clearly didn't trust his partner too much, not with me anyway.

I had thought long and hard about this and had prepared for his leaving. I handed him the small padlocks and opened my bathrobe in the one motion; I could see first the surprise and shock and then the pleasure and reassurance as he saw the chastity belt and bra on me.

He asked "Are you sure, I could be away some days, I don't know how long? I replied "Matt, I am not your slave, but I am yours, and definitely not John's; no matter how long you are away, I want to be under your protection, your lock and key; please, lock them on and take the keys with you.

He did, as he did so he said "There are a couple of things that can be fitted to that belt to make it a bit more interesting; and under our contract agreement you are going to have to try them; I cannot wait to get back and play with them with you" and he hugged me and kissed me and hugged me some more and turned and left without looking back. I am pleased he did or he would have seen my tears.

I had a swim and lounged in the garden with a martini, and felt extremely lonely, but at the same time extremely happy. Fate, my losing my job, my buying this house, Matt locking himself in some bondage restraint had brought a man into my life I never would have considered for a second as somebody I would be at all interested in; it had also brought bondage into my life; God has shined on me.


17. Amazon Time

I got back to work and with all the photos I could now actually start putting the on-line shop together in earnest, and even though it was my own picture, my own body I was continuously looking at, I must admit it was looking pretty good. This was going to blow every other competing web-site out of the water. Bondage had just gone Hollywood!

John come around and we worked from my study but I kept it short, sweet, and entirely professional. He gave me only a little over an hour but promised to return tomorrow.

I slept well given I couldn't even touch myself; but probably because I couldn't even touch myself. Then I received a very surprising phone call. Krystal. She was sorry.

She was gutted as to what she had done, especially how she had let John down. She wanted to make good. Could she come over and do the modelling she promised for free to repay what she stole from the store? She had worked it out, everything she had ever stolen, and it amounted to just over £2400. If she done twenty five hours modelling at the agreed £100 per hour would this be acceptable?

She was in tears by the end of the call but I couldn't promise her anything, just that I would discuss it with John. I hung up but I really wanted her, she looks amazing and the one real criticism I have of my website is that all the photos are of me and it does make the company look like a one horse outfit; Kris would help turn this and give me options in my presentation; especially the fashion stuff. Her body will sell.

The next night when John returned I discussed this with him and he was dead against anything to do with her, but in the end, reluctantly, he accepted Kris should have the opportunity to make amends and as I would be the one paying the money into the company and as I was creating the website and responsible for the on-line sales then he would accept my wishes and I could use her, but he did not want to be here when she was. Good enough. I called Kris back and set her up to be here nine am each day for the next three days.

Believe me, those three days were memorable, she slept over on two of them, I had to hide her from John, but that was easy, I just locked her in a cage. I much more than got my own back for the way she had treat me; she had nipple clamps locked on for a day and a half and I had her suspended from a ceiling beam when I removed them, and filmed her pain for my own personal pleasure for years to come. The bitch had it coming.

The nights she slept over she shared my bed. We explored my 'Bi-Side' and I have found I do love the female body, well hers anyway but it is quite magnificent.

At first she was frustrated, and then both of us were frustrated with me being locked in my chastity wear and so really it was left to me to explore what I could do and how far I would go with her.

Basically, with her restrained in my bed I could go as far as I wanted and do what I wanted; like I say, memorable! I never ever thought I would lick Pussy; but I actually got pleasure from giving her pleasure and I now appreciate my own pussy more through what I have done to her pussy. But the main thing is the photos are simply fantastic. I applied the body oil myself and put her in some awesome positions; the website looked good before but now, well if only they gave Oscars for websites!

Matt still hadn't phoned or anything to say he was returning and so I brought Kris back for a fourth day to do some outside work around the pool and in Matt's secret garden; so as well as paying back what she owed to the company she also made a few hundred for herself which I paid her cash; she was well made up. I think I have made a friend in Krystal and may well invite her back for a stay-over once my belt is off, you know, just to know for sure.


18. An Invitation to Shine

The following day, Friday, I was laying enjoying a Martini by the pool, mid-afternoon, just thinking through the website and what else, if anything, I could do to make it even more special or improve it in any way when my phone rang, it was Matt, he was home, could he come around with my chastity keys? Well like Derr! Now!

He unlocked my Bra and belt but did not remove them, just unlocked them. "I'm still just unpacking and need a shower, fancy getting together later, I don't have anything in, like to maybe go out for dinner or something?"

"No way, you've had a long journey and must be tired, plus it's my turn for playing the host, let me cook for you, come over say seven?"

I think also that he was fully aware that after all this time locked in that I well needed a wash down below so I was pleased I would have the time to prepare my body for him.

I had a mad dash, I really wanted to impress him with my cooking so I put a load of wine and beer in the cooler and shot into town to my favourite Indian take-away restaurant and bought a selection of starters, main dishes and sides. Yeah, okay, total cheat, but it will all be in my pans on my stove and in my oven when he sees it, and my house will stink of curry, like totally authentic; just need to hide the take-away containers .

Seven o'clock and Matt arrived. I had kept my dress simple, just a short skirt and vest top and I was even actually wearing pants, first time in about a fortnight even if it was just a G-String.

We had drinks and Matt told me all about his trip and I told him about the website and the development with Kris getting involved and how John had helped me.

Then we had our dinner which Matt really did or at least said he loved; he couldn't get enough of it.

We had a couple more drinks and then he took me to my bed and basically fucked my brains out. We exploded onto each other, raping each other, it was electric, dynamite, sweaty, fantastic; I so love his cock!

Whilst we were laying, recovering between jousts, Matt said he had invites to an annual bash, a black tie do, out of town but with accommodation included; would I join him as his partner as it was a couples only do and he wasn't going alone or with anyone but me.

He had been before a couple of times and it was a top quality event; but if I did go then there would be some, a little, bondage involved but it was a classy event.

He wouldn't tell me anymore other than it was organised by and attended solely by the regional Sex Toy and Restraint Manufacturers and Outlets Guild (STARMOG - I didn't even know there was such a thing!) but said that he was sure I would enjoy it. I agreed, I would have agreed to anything Matt said right now.

Over the next couple of days I completed the image side of the website and on the back of this produced a new (and far superior!) catalogue; just three copies for Matt, John and I to proof check before we got a bulk load produced for dishing out in-store to the regular and better customers.

I then got the banking side sorted and the website was ready to go.

However, Matt explained that as it was so near to the STARMOG event there was no advantage in going live prior to the event, and if we did it would only alert all our competitors that would be at the bash and possibly give us a hard time and also conspire as a group behind our backs to try to hold us back.

Also if they studied the website and then saw me with Matt they would no doubt recognise me as the model. This being the case I totally agreed to hold back the 'Go Live Date', plus I was still well within the schedule I had contracted to with them.

So I had three whole days just lounging by the pool, working on my tan, drinking Martini, putting my CV out again, even to my old company in case they were missing me; and getting fucked by Matt. On the first day I surprised him, I snuck into his barn and hid up in his studio whilst he was in the garden; and then when I heard him down below I dropped naked but for my slave collar and cuffs and my chastity belt down the fire pole into the cage.

Matt loved the surprise, so much so that the bastard left me in there over an hour whilst he finished what he was doing. My forfeit for getting the chastity belt back off was to be hung from all fours from a roof beam whilst he shagged me. Fantastic.

Whilst he had me naked he also re-measured me, apparently I was getting a cocktail dress for the ball, and underwear, and he wanted it to fit me like a second skin. It was all shop bought but he was making his own adjustments.

Matt said for me to come over at twelve on Saturday for lunch and for the final preparations prior to leaving for the STARMOG. When I asked what I needed to bring he said not much, just my overnight bag with my toiletries and make up; I would be showering and dressing there in our room and I was to keep the clothes to a minimum, no underwear, maybe just the light blue summer dress he had seen me in that day I had returned from the bank when I was trialling the chastity belt; but he just wanted me for lunch I could pick up my dress and overnight bag as we left.

Matt explained we wouldn't be alone at the 'do', John was also going with Kelly. I said I was surprised as Kelly didn't do Bondage or public nudity but Matt explained that the night she had with us, the naked twister and stuff, had turned her mind; she had been obsessed with being restrained ever since but yes, apparently she had concerns still about anybody but John seeing her naked so John had kind of forgotten to mention that part to her.

Saturday couldn't come quick enough, I was getting really excited even though I knew it was bound to involve me being naked, bound and humiliated at some point if not throughout. I figured I would prepare myself mentally for the worst and anything less is a bonus! Poor Kelly, I have a feeling she is going to freak out.

I went across and had lunch with Matt and he asked for me to try out a new frame with him. Thinking this was just a lame excuse to tie me down and Fuck me of course I agreed.

We went through to his barn and I took my vest and shorts off and he clamped me to a 'V' shaped steel bed. My wrists in rigid steel clamps stretched above my head, a clamp around my neck. Another around my waist and then the bed split out to form the 'V' and my thighs and ankles were clamped out very wide to this. Hardly original but very practical for rendering me totally helpless.

He wound a handle and the bottom of the bed raised up until my legs were vertical and then, predictably, he entered me. It was good for me, not great, a bit too inflexible, but it certainly seemed to tick the box for Matt.

Finished, he wound the bed back down again until I was horizontal again and he explained that was just a bit of fun (well, of course it was Matt, like Drrr); he wadded my mouth and gagged me he said the real reason for having me like this was next. What????

"Right, Steph, you are not going to like this very much, you are going to think I am going too far, taking liberties with you; but please, I am actually doing this for you. Please do not judge me on this today or get angry with me, believe me tomorrow you will thank me for this.

I won't say anymore because I don't want to spoil the experience for you but please do not let your anger spoil tonight, you can have a go at me tomorrow."

I did not have a clue what the hell he was on about but I was scared, but helpless.

Matt went to a bench behind me and come back with a bowl, and a razor! I was still thinking 'Oh no you don't, don't you fucking dare' when he slips something out of his back pocket and I hear it start buzzing and two seconds later my Brazilian was gone.

If I could have shook I would have but I could not move a millimetre. Then he soaps up my mound and gives me a wet shave just to be sure. Bastard, I loved my little Brazilian. "Don't worry, it isn't permanent, it will soon be back, if you want it. I hope you do, I loved your little Brazilian." Bastard, that's what I call it, or did, Bastard!

He ungagged and unclamped me. Without saying a word I ran back to my house, I didn't even bother putting my vest and shorts back on, I just grabbed them and ran. I did not want him to see me cry.

Back home I cried my eyes out. All the times I have been tied up, suspended, caged, cuffed, and spanked and fucked and it was not until this moment that I fully understood Bondage. My total inability to stop Matt shaving me, not even having a say in the matter; whether I liked it or not was irrelevant; Master wants, Master gets, Slave suffers.

Is this truly how I want to live my life? Is this really the basis on which I want a relationship? Why, when I am so angry, so mad, so upset, crying my eyes out, am I stood in front of the mirror fingering my clit? I am so confused. He says he will explain in a day's time, well it had better be a fucking good explanation. In the meantime, as I calm down, I decide to let it ride, for the moment. I must admit though, I had thought many times about shaving myself anyway, always curious, I cannot remember ever seeing my pussy naked, shaven; and looking now there is something very girly and young and innocent about it, I don't know, but it kinda looks sexy.

I have a real quick shower, give my hair a quick 'will do' make over, slip my light blue mini-dress on as he requested and a pair of blue high heels; grab my make-up and wash bag and hairdryer and head back. Matt obviously never had a doubt; he is packing the car ready to go.

I do not say anything, I just give him a smile and hand him my stuff and climb into the passenger seat.


19. Preparation

When we get there Matt drives down into an underground car park entrance up to a gate. There is a voice box and Matt winds his window down and keys the intercom "Matt Denholm from D&S Adult store."

"High Matt, welcome back, you are in Thirty Two this time, okay?"

"High Trish, yeah that's great thanks, two up from last year, what's John got?"

"He's in Thirty Three, so you've beat him again, alphabetical you know."

"Yeah but don't tell him, makes him think I am the main player (laughs)."

"It's our little secret, have to tie me down and do evil things to get it out of me (laughs louder)."

"Yeah, sounds like fun, later Trish."

We drive on through the opening gate and park in slot thirty two and I am feeling jealous "Who's Trish?"

"Oh, she just works reception here, gotten to know her over the years."

"Nothing more (Damn, my jealousy that transparent?)?"

"No, but hey, a guy can hope, she's some lady, would love to take her for a coffee, she's lovely."

I said no more, afraid my jealousy on top of the shaving saga would blow my fuse, I just simmered and got out, careful not to flash anything in case I become the nightshift CCTV entertainment.

Matt just got out too and leaving the car unlocked started walking to the elevators.

"Matt, the luggage, and you haven't locked the car."

"All taken care of, come on, keep up."

Confused, I followed and we rode up to the reception on the ground floor where we were met by Trish. I learned a lesson on prejudice, discrimination and jealousy here. Trish was at least Fifty, and in a wheel chair; and she was indeed lovely. One of the nicest persons I have met, and I knew it instantly, she just oozed warmth and had great personality. I felt guilty for my feelings earlier. I just bet no matter what I do here and no matter how she sees me, she will not judge me as quickly as I judged her. This had a great calming effect on me.

As well as parking in slot thirty two we got the key card for room thirty two; apparently that was how it worked, the whole event we were effectively Mr and Mrs thirty two, all bills, bar tabs, everything. If in doubt, just say thirty two. Whilst we were checking in the bell hop would be taking the luggage from the car up to the room and Matt had left a tip with the luggage for him. The same would work in reverse on check-out.

We went to the lounge and had a drink to give the bell-hop the time needed.

The lounge was quite busy and I spotted a pattern, lots of very good looking young ladies; even when the guy was old and the odd one fat, the girl was still a stunner.

Some were wearing less than me too, and some had collars on and I spotted some locked-on shoes and boots too.

I expressed concern that my camera and phone were in my overnight bag and I couldn't afford to lose them. "What have you got your camera here for?" He asked; "Well, obviously, in case a good photo opportunity comes up for our website."

"No, sorry I should have warned you, no phones or cameras allowed, even to take a call; any phones or cameras and we will be thrown out never to return. They are okay in our rooms but nowhere else, obvious reasons, okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, didn't know."

We had a couple of drinks and Matt spoke with several people he obviously knew and then finally we made it up to our room. It was a lovely room, made even more romantic by the leather cords and cuffs laid on the bed and attached to each of the four corner posts! As well as the hand-cuffs on the dresser and the wrist-ankle spreader bar under the dresser and the riding crop left on one of the pillows. Matt assured me every room would be set out the same unless a particular quirk was requested.

He said we had a little under two hours so I said I would dive straight into the shower to give me time to do myself up whilst he showered; he said that was a good plan apart from the fact he was going to put me in the spreader bar on the edge of the bed and fuck me. Who was I to argue? You know, Master and all?

Fully showered and made up, hair done and everything and Matt still wet from his shower he told me to lay on the bed, there was one last thing he had to do with me before I dressed. "Matt, no, I am all ready to get dressed and go, you are not messing me up and making me sweaty."

"No, much as I would like to, you look great, just lay down and obey."

I gave him my death-stare but could not hold it and burst into giggles, but did lay down as commanded; obedience is me.

Matt took something from his travel bag and come over and explained that I needed a tattoo; not to ask any questions, he would tell me more when he explained about the shaving. I was to stay absolutely still for at least fifteen minutes, not move an inch.

He took some sort of spray out in a small white plastic bottle and sprayed just above my pussy lips, on my left side; it smelt of pure alcohol. He dabbed this dry with a tissue and then lined up and stuck a white plaster on me, again just above my lips to the left, on my mound that he had so kindly shaved earlier.

"Don't move until I take that off, not at all, not even slightly."

Well, I was intrigued. Matt continued to dry himself off and shave and get dressed and then finally returned and inspected the plaster. He leaned over to kiss me and whilst distracted he yanked the plaster off in one go, like "Youch!"

"Okay, tell me what you think."

I looked.

There, in bright red, on my mound right by and above my pussy lips was a pair of hand-cuffs, the old style with the chain link, and below it 'Slave' in very ornamental old-fashioned writing. I couldn't believe it! I jumped off the bed and sped to the full length mirror. Oh My God, I am labelled! Marked! Fucking Slave, why not get 'Slut' for my forehead whilst you are at it? The meaning of the tattoo was clear with the cuffs above the wording 'Slave to Bondage'!

"Now don't worry, it isn't permanent, by the time your Brazilian is back it will have faded and gone; like I said with the shaving, I can explain, but tomorrow, not today, please just bear with me and go with it."

"But Matt, this tattoo, I cannot be seen with this on me. I won't be will I? I mean, what would they think?"

"Steph, this is a Bondage gathering, what do you think?"

"Well, I, Well, Oh, I just don't know anything anymore, this is all so new and weird to me still, I don't know if it will ever make any sense."

I again forced myself to calm down, figuring Matt so far had pretty much handled me and everything well; I just banked it with my shaved pussy and moved on.

Matt lifted a bag over and took out shoes, stockings and a thing which was a bit more than a Basque but not quite a corset; a collar and some jewellery.

I put the hold-up stockings on, they were very pale blue (I am figuring now he has a thing about me being in blue) and had very lacy tops. Next I put the shoes on, they are fantastic! Again pale blue but platforms dressed with sparkling crystals with a six inch steel stiletto heel, absolute killers! They leave most of my foot bare but strap around the ankle and close with a small silver pad-lock. I stand up and I am nearly as tall as Matt! I walk over and look in the mirror, my legs just go on forever!

Next the Basque thing, it again is very light blue and fits very tight, it is cup-less leaving my tits bare but a wide piece of fabric covered bone juts between my breasts and the under-cups have a small platform supporting my breasts making them stand up and be counted! Brilliant! It is strapless as well and so will be effectively invisible under the dress making the magnificent tits look like all my own work.

The jewellery comes next, a light blue fabric covered neck collar, not quite a posture collar in that it doesn't stop me turning my head but so high that it stops me dipping my head. This collar is self-locking and has the one steel ring at the front where it is shaped to come down from my neck. It is dressed with sparkling crystals like diamonds.

He then fits my earrings, again silver but drop earrings with blue sapphires built in.

Next are my bracelets, well I say bracelets but in fact they are silver, not metal, not steel, but real silver chains fastened with very small ornate silver padlocks. The links are quite big and whilst they are a lovely piece of jewellery their real purpose is not lost on me.

Matt lifts a suit carrier down and from it removes my dress. Obviously light blue but wow! I step into it and Matt lifts it and fits it to me. It is shoulder less and only just covers my nipples and the Basque; but is a full length dress finishing just above my ankles on the left and just under the knee on the right with a split up the right thigh.

The top is ornate and lacy and from the waist down it is silk so sheer as almost to be transparent. So much so that even the lace on my stocking tops shows through. No way could I wear pants with this dress without giving VPL signals like a flashing beacon. I can understand his 'No underwear' instruction now more than just being his own personal kink.

He fastens the back of the dress up, no zipper or buttons, but a Kris-cross of light blue silk ribbon which he works up from the bottom to the top like you would a corset until he finally ties it off at the top.

I want to go to the mirror but he stops me and takes one more item from his bag and tells me to close my eyes. I feel him doing something to my hair, I do hope he hasn't spoiled it after all the work I put into it. He then says "Steph, my princess, please go to the mirror and tell me what you see."

I go and I am speechless, I really do look like a fairy-tale princess, the shoes, the stockings, the dress, the jewellery, and on my head, in my hair, a diamond encrusted silver tiara! Oh My God! I am still speechless, first I run to grab a tissue to dab the tears, then I run and hug and kiss this wonderful man, this wonderful Master!

I take out my camera and insist on multiple photos, I must preserve this moment; there is no way on earth I will ever look this good again.

Matt finishes dressing whilst I prune and pose in the mirror; it's my mirror, my mirror time!

He looks like James Bond, but taller. White Tux, white dress shirt, black Dickie-bow tie, black cummerbund and black trousers. His shoes have a heel on them and so he gains the height back on me. His hair is slicked back and he looks great.

We look in the mirror (My mirror!) and wow, this is good, I am going to like tonight; then he spoils it. He takes a silver sprung-ring out of his pocked and clips my wrist chains together behind me; then lifts a silver chain lead with a dark blue leather leash and fastens this to my collar ring and says "Okay, that looks better, good to go now" and opens the door. I have a last look in the mirror and I still look fabulous, helpless, but fabulous.

I ask him "Is this restraint and lead absolutely necessary, I was coming with you anyway you know?"

"No way you are running away, not looking that good, stick with me (like I had a choice) and you will see when you get down there."


20. The Event

We were on the second floor, our room placement gave me about thirty yards to conquer these heels before we made the lift. When it arrived and the doors opened I was comforted to see two other couples already in there and both the girls on leads like me. We all gave each other knowing smiles; I was very pleased that I was actually taller than the other girls, and one of the guys with them! Matt knew the blokes and chatted on the ride down.

We only hung in the lobby bar for the one drink (Matt unclipped my hands and re-clipped them to the front) and then after Matt refreshed our drinks we went on to the dining room and found our table. It was really weird being led about in public on a lead but as all the other girls were in the same boat it kind of just looked, and felt, right.

I was floating I felt I looked that good. I mean there were some fantastic looking girls there but the way Matt had dressed me, especially these killer heels giving me all this height, I was simply glowing.

Putting a little downer on it, Matt said for me to enjoy the meal but not to overdo it as I may not be able to hide my belly later. I didn't really understand what he meant but got the message, don't eat like a pig!

There were ten tables of ten for all the guests and a top table of another ten being the event sponsor and the four STARMOG board members and their five partners.

This year's event sponsor was Barry Townsend and his partner Lucy; he has his own agricultural vehicle maintenance business but his partner Lucy runs a 'Bondage event' management business (See 'Hoisted Lucy').

It is rumoured he is ridiculously wealthy and is probably sponsoring this event as a whim in support of Lucy. She does look fantastic though if not maybe a bit young for him; but I am pleased to see that even she is on a lead, and apparently happy judging by her gorgeous smile.

Matt seemed to know most of the guys and quite a few of the girls and was always in conversation. I chatted as well as I could with whichever girl was partnering whoever Matt was talking to; but Matt had warned me not to mention the website launch or my being a partner and Director. Funny enough not a single one of them discussed bondage or the fact they were being led on a lead with their wrists restrained, as though it was an everyday occurrence. Instead it was lightweight meaningless chat about what we were wearing; in particular my tiara got a lot of comment.

All of the girls were looking good, there was no nudity apart from the waitresses who were all female and all in the same uniform, black shoes and stockings and black miniskirt with a small white half apron over the skirt but topless. They had black bow ties and black cuffs on their wrists.

Matt explained that these were girls that hadn't made it to the event as guests partners but got off on public humiliation or exhibitionism, and so had volunteered to be waitresses at the event. The only nakedness from the guests were the very odd occasion that because a skirt was so short there was the odd flash when bending over or sitting down and crossing their legs.

For the meal our leads were removed, coiled and placed by our sides and our wrists released. Effectively it was a quite normal and really good dinner; great food and the whole thing was very classy.

Due to the circumstances behind the ball there was a feeling in the air, like an electricity, like sparks were about to fly and this kept me really alive and on edge and I don't think I was the only one.

Kelly for instance was looking as nervous as anything, laughing at everything and hardly touching her food. When she walked in with John she was a picture; a short black cocktail dress with killer heels, black stockings, black cuffs and collar and all black jewellery. She had even had her hair dyed jet black and had black contact lenses in. She pulled it off though and looked amazing. Even the links in the chain on her lead were black and John also was all in black, even his shirt. With his height they were a striking pair.

The meal had finished and coffee was being served when they called out "Please my honoured guests forty five through fifty please."

I asked Matt what that was all about, he explained that we were going on into the casino, that this was a charity event and each male guest had to gamble one thousand; it didn't matter whether you won or lost, but it would be bad form to take anything away from the tables.

To save a rush on the tables we would be called through in groups, but the men went straight through past the reception whilst the ladies were escorted through the dining room and into the casino via the restrooms. Matt said when my turn came I was just to say "Thirty Two" to my escorts and they would look after me, but from this moment on I was to refer to all men as 'Sir', to him as 'Master' and to any female staff as 'Maam'.

Also, no matter what happens, to be totally compliant and to smile as though I am truly thankful ; but not to worry, nothing at all bad was about to happen, I would continue to look fantastic and there was no group sex or whipping or anything, just a lot of posing and posturing with the odd kink mixed in. He reckoned I was about to enjoy myself.

"Ladies and gentlemen thirty through thirty five please if you will."

Our call, Matt and John stood and snapped on our leads and restrained our wrists again to the rear and pointed out where we needed to walk. When we got round to the restrooms our wrists were released and we were invited to refresh ourselves and exit the restroom at the other side. We were nervous but giggling out loud at the dramatic swing on a bondage party.

As we exited we were filed in our room number orders in reverse order and so Kelly went before me through the door. It only took one minute and it was my turn "Miss thirty two please, Lady Steph." Lady, I like that. I walked up to the door and a guy took my lead and led me through the door. A pale blue cloth sack was on a table with 'thirty two' stamped on it.

There were two other guys just inside the door, each took a wrist and attached a cord to my wrist chains and these were pulled taught taking my hands into the air.

My nice blue 'dress' collar was replaced with a steel 'slave' collar and the lead clipped back on.

My dress was undone and dropped from me and then instantly my hands dropped and my nice silver wrist chains removed and replaced with slave cuffs; and again clipped together behind me but this time another chain attached and lifted up and attached to the rear of my collar holding my hands high up my back. Whilst this was happening the other guy had fitted cords to my shoes and these were drawn out wide spreading my legs.

My lead was pulled down bending me over and without as much as an "Excuse me Maam" something (fortunately lubricated) was shoved up my bum! This was followed by something quite small in comparison being inserted into my pussy.

My ankle cords were removed and I was stood upright. The guy facing me said "on your way slave thirty two, don't hold up the nice ladies behind you."

Trying my best not to let my eyes water and spoil my make-up I simply smiled, said "Thank you kind Sir" and walked on.

I left the room walking tall but extremely conscious of this thing in my bum, I could feel that far more than the thing in my pussy whatever it was. I may have been imagining it but I thought something was tickling the base of my spine. Funny enough, regardless of this position I was in, I was actually thinking about Kelly and wondering how she had coped with all that. The whole process had taken less than a minute.

In the corridor a girl in white stiletto's, white stockings, white cuffs and collar and a white ball gag took hold of my lead and led me along the corridor and stood me in a doorway. After a few seconds the double doors opened and she walked me through and stopped again. Over the loudspeaker I heard "Slave thirty two, your Master awaits you at the roulette table."

The gagged girl in white led me to Matt and bowing to him, offered him my leash in both her hands which, fortunately, he took. She then went back, probably for slave thirty one.

I whispered to him "Master, I have something stuck in my bum, and something in my pussy, I don't know what they are."

Matt took me by the lead and walked me over to a side wall where there was a large mirror, I stood in front of it and thought 'well girl, you may have naked tits ass and pussy, and be surrounded by over fifty men, and no way of running away or covering myself, but you do look fucking hot!'

I turned to see how my butt looked and got a shock, it wasn't just a butt-plug, but one of those hook things but dressed with blue fur to look like a tail, running up between my buttocks and a few inches up my back. I looked at Matt and said "Thank you Master, very nice, really finishes my classy look off." I was seething, walking about butt naked with this thing stuck in it. Most annoying, frustrating part was that it was my butt and I was powerless to remove it. It also wasn't lost on me that I had his collar on me again, declaring me his property.

Matt just smiled at me and said "I knew you would love it; have a good look in the mirror, and then around the room, and tell me if there is another girl in here that I would swap you with. You look incredible, all the guys will be so jealous of me, you watch, they will be crowding around us for a close look at you; just keep your head up and play them, keep smiling and loving it, they will crave for you and all their girls will be second best."

Okay, my ego can live with that. "So tell me Master, how does a slave enjoy a glass of Champagne with her hands tied behind her back?"

"Promise me you won't start trying to remove anything, all night, and I will cuff you to the front."

"Master, I am all yours, until we get back home, I will obey each and every word; after that, watch your back."

Matt just smiled, pulled me to him on the lead and kissed me, well I was powerless to stop him. He then cuffed me to the front but again added the extra chain linking my cuffs up to my collar. Matt then said "I can give you a clue about your tail, you will find out about the other intruder soon enough yourself; tell me, how's this?" At that he stroked my tail and played with it. Oh shit! I was up on my toes and actually squealed out loud! My butt throbbed! Well not really throb, not that strong, but it pulsed, almost like it was fucking me but without it actually moving. He let go, smirking merrily to himself. "Well I think that is truly evil, Master."

He grabbed us a couple of drinks, even getting Champagne for me, and we went over for a chat with John and slave thirty three, Kelly. John also had Kelly still on her lead but her wrists were locked either side of her neck on a short yoke, he had her glass on a shelf with a straw in it for her. I noticed very quickly that she didn't have a tail; and I was flattered to see she now had a Brazilian. Whilst the guys chatted I quizzed her and she confirmed she had something in her pussy but no butt-plug or anything. I asked her how she was coping and she said she was absolutely loving it! The humiliation, public nakedness, being Mastered, she was floating. She had been scared as anything but now she was here and living it she realised what a thrill it was and loved being dominated.

Whilst talking to her I was being distracted by some of the betting. It wasn't the guys, but the girls, some seemed to be getting off on their partners winning, some even moaning and feigning orgasm. Now that did look weird.

Matt took me back to the roulette table and we studied it as we enjoyed our drinks.

Matt asked "Are you ready to lose our money, you can be my lucky lady and direct our bets but I may need to stroke your tail for even more luck?"

"Okay, go red."

"Sorry slave, but I have to cuff you to the rear during betting, house rules." He transferred my wrists to the rear and attached my leash to a dangling cord.

The wheel had stopped and bets were invited, Matt said "thirty two places one hundred on red" and he tossed a chip down. The croupier pressed something and my lead was drawn up to the ceiling until I only had a few inches slack. The wheel spun, Matt stroked my tail giving my butt palpitations and 'five, red' won the bet. We won! The croupier spooned out the winnings and on a lap-top beside him he pressed some keys and Oh shit! My pussy is vibrating!

"Next bet?" Asked Matt.

"Master, my pussy is vibrating."

"That's not a bet, and lucky you, what next?"

"Red again."

Matt threw another hundred on red and again the wheel spun and 'twenty one, red' won the bet. "Yes" Master, we won, we won!" More buttons were pressed and my pussy vibrated harder. I was starting to get the drift. This was why the other girls had been acting funny when their partners won; we must all have these intruders in and when Matt declared our room number on the first bet the croupier has taken control on his computer of me, Slave thirty two!.

It didn't help that Matt was effectively wanking my tail.

"Master, evens."

Matt threw another hundred down on evens and once again we won. Oh My God! This is very quickly going to get out of hand.

Matt was right, a crowd was gathering and the guys were just about taking it in turns to come close and read my pussy tattoo. There was nothing I could do, I was squirming with the intruder inside me going up another level and Matt playing with my butt tail and guys were using my tattoo as an excuse to study my pussy.

"Master, black, all of it, please."

Well, it was all going to charity anyway, let's get this over with so I can get back to my drink and not have a totally public orgasm.

Matt stared at me for a few seconds and then smiled and said "I hope you know what you are doing", and put all one thousand six hundred on black.

I don't know if I can blame Matt for playing with my tail, or if I am just naturally lucky, but black won. The intruder went orgasmic and I followed. I shut my eyes and had to give in to it; I didn't realise it at the time but I was later told I was actually screaming at one point; people were clapping and cheering; in a futile attempt to help me out Matt let the bet ride but it won again! I was already on the top level so it didn't get any worse (or better!) but it just prolonged my orgasm. Even fucking Kelly was cheering at my display!

Matt tried to let it ride again but couldn't as no single bet was allowed that would accrue over ten thousand, Matt had amassed six thousand four hundred already. "Okay croupier, two hundred to you for your excellent service, five thousand on black and the other twelve hundred on evens."

The bet was accepted, the croupier thanked Matt for his generosity and donated his two hundred to the charity and black won again! Number six, even, Oh double shit!

They had to release my lead so I could collapse, and on these shoes that is a long way down! Matt collected his winnings, twelve thousand four hundred in chips, and immediately handed them to the croupier to donate to the event charity and helped me back to my feet. Everybody in the casino, even the board members and the sponsor, were around us, and applauding.


21. Meeting Candy

Whether it was for Matt winning and giving it to charity, or for my orgasm I do not know, but that was some experience. As I passed Kelly on the way to the bar I said "Be lucky" and she couldn't respond, I could smell the fear on her.

Some idiot shouted over to Matt "Congratulations Matt, that must be one very lucky tail you have got there" and that was it, everyone wanted to touch the lucky tail; it took all my resolve not to stop, open my legs out wide and bend over to accommodate the party in my bum. Some other idiot thought he was funny singing over and over that Blues Brothers hit 'Come on shake your tail feathers'. Well I've got news for you fella, that is so not funny, not now, not ever!

We hung around at the bar and had more drinks, believe me, I needed them.

Matt said that once the bets were finished we were getting a demonstration of some kind, some guy with a sex store in the Capital called Dave had a super duper bondage chair and a model called Candy to demonstrate it.

I couldn't believe it, I had read all the reviews during my research, I told him "Matt, we need him, that's Dave from Dave's Adult Toy Store (See Dian Taylor - Oh My God!); we have to hook up with him; his business and ours, we could be good for each other. Just wait until you see this chair of his, you will want one. Of all your competitors he is the main player, he makes his own stuff, has his own shows, his own models, and his website is the best out there; not a patch on our new one, but bloody good compared to the rest."

"No way Steph, once this website goes live we won't need anyone."

"He has technology that we need, he is a techno' geek and has all this timer stuff, just about all his restraints are available in self-release through built in time controlled locks for the people that like self-bondage; he even has normal handcuffs but with built in timer locks for self-release; with his technology and your workmanship and design and imagination we could double our catalogue. We need a special relationship between our businesses.

If you get the chance just slip him your card and tell him to look at our website now, then look again in a week. We could do that for him but we need a trade; we could even market his fancy bondage chair for him; nothing that would cost us anything but a little time for his technology."

"We'll see, would need to chat it over with John but no harm in having a chat with him."

We stayed in the Casino bar until the wheels stopped spinning. Whilst there Matt had been approached by the event sponsor Barry Townsend and congratulated on his winnings and putting the money into the charity pot; he also took the opportunity to admire my tattoo (or look at my naked shaved crack more like) and I chatted with his partner Lucy. She was lovely and incredibly toned; she explained she ran around his farm every morning first thing before breakfast.

We were also joined by Dave and Candy who had set up their 'Pleasure Chair' ready for their demonstration. Dave was tall, blond, incredibly handsome and had the most piercing blue eyes and white teeth; Candy was also tall and beautiful, she had on red thigh boots and a red arm-binder but was otherwise naked, but for a red posture collar with a metal slave collar over the top with 'Candy' engraved in it.

Even with my six inch heels she was well taller than me but she had killer heels on herself. I would have talked to her but she had a red large ball gag locked in her mouth. I think I looked fantastic in my stockings, heels and Basque but beside her you wouldn't notice me.

I was pleased to see Matt took the opportunity to pass Dave a business card and he nodded towards me, obviously discussing my web design skills.

Shortly after Dave and Candy disappeared there was a loudspeaker announcement that a demonstration in pure bondage pleasure was about to take place in the dining hall.

We all wandered through and saw that in the centre of the dance floor a black steel and leather chair was set up.

The main lights dimmed and a spot light lit up the chair. Once the commotion lulled a little Dave entered the hall leading Candy on a leash; she was naked but for red stiletto shoes and her slave collar. Her hands were cuffed behind.

Dave un-cuffs Candy and straps her into the chair. He has a microphone and explains to the guests what we will be seeing; his own purpose built chair designed to give any woman the ultimate sexual experience. The restraints being used are quite standard, the chair itself is little more than the same equipment you would find in any gym, but redesigned for another purpose of course. The special thing about this device is that it doesn't require moving or vibrating parts to excite the lucky user. It is electricity, but used to generate ultra-high frequency sound and with it bass; which is caused to pulse through the immediate surrounding muscles with a massaging effect. The pulse can be controlled in two ways, strength and frequency; and is transmitted into the body through probes locked into both the anus and the vagina.

Candy had been sat back onto a narrow pad, probably leather, and rested back whilst her ankles were brought up causing her knees to bend and the ankles locked wide apart. Her wrists were locked wide apart either side of her head. A thick leather collar was locked around her neck fixing her head in place.

Dave continued to explain his display, "You will see that I have utilised gaming technology to manufacture a much improved control. On the console here I have two small joy sticks which can be moved a full 360, so that you can increase or decrease either the strength or the frequency of either of the Dildo's independent of each other; so lucky Candy here will enjoy a varied experience full of surprise."

I got the impression he had given this same talk quite a few times.

He continues to talk us through the basic elements of the control whilst applying some sort of translucent gel to the two intruders fixed on a rod between Candy's legs, and easing her lips apart adjusts and manoeuvres both the intruders into her. I feel like coming just watching.

Dave invited Barry the sponsor to operate the controls and he quickly explained them to him. He started it up and it looked like poor Candy was being electrocuted! She tore at the restraints with such tenacity that at times she resembled a female body builder on steroids; and at other times simply purred and glowed and smiled the smile of total sexual content.

Her orgasms were obvious, and huge and totally beyond her control and the noises she made were incredible; this must be the horniest show of all time; I was so jealous! At times she was gasping like she was giving birth and other times she looked like she was simply floating.

Dave further explained that he had a self-bondage version of this seat with a multiple setting control system based on various records, classical, rock, rhythm and blues, rap, everything; and the pace and rhythm and bass of the song translated into pulses and power into the intruders for a set period before the cuffs would spring open releasing the lucky subject.

This thing really is awesome, I want one!

With the demonstration finished, well Candy anyway, Dave said the controls were quite self-explanatory and he was leaving it set up and the guests were free to experience it. There was a carer (White stocking slave more like) that would remain with the chair and sanitise it between users.

I was really interested (desperate!) to try it but it was mobbed, with those wanting to try it out and those just wanting to watch the beautiful young girls being reduced to orgasm. Also Matt said "Sorry slave but I don't know if I can compete with that thing, and as I plan on using my slave tonight I am not going to risk it; but don't worry, Dave is a personal friend of mine now so I am sure we will either get our own pleasure chair or at worst get to try it out at his place."

The night was a late one, the drinks simply poured and poured. I cannot believe that prim and proper little old me actually took to the dance floor naked but for stockings, Basque and restraints and danced. I would love to see it on video so I could believe it!

I didn't get much sleep that night; top marks to Matt after all that drink! I was pretty much restrained throughout and again he seemed to concentrate more on my pleasure than his own.


22. Not a Normal Breakfast

It was a late breakfast and Matt had got up and showered and opened the curtains to let the light stream in before I fully awoke; but awake I did and as the memories of the night came back to me I was positively purring. My wrists were still chained to the headboard and Matt had pulled all the covers off me but I laid there and stretched. Matt was drinking coffee and watching me. I realised I wasn't really stretching because I needed to, if Matt had not been there I would have just laid still; no I was displaying myself, flaunting my body to him; I simply purred, I was not just the cat that got the cream, but the pussy that got licked!

"Oh Master, what a shame this isn't a two day event, I so loved last night. The humiliation, the public orgasm, public nakedness, restraint, vibrator, that anal probe thing and the tail; I do wish I could do it all again." Obviously I was taking the piss, I had actually enjoyed the night, very much, but anticipating a nice breakfast and going home I was getting brave.

"Oh that's okay, if you enjoyed last night then you will just love breakfast."

I laughed at him and with him; obviously he was winding me up back. He released my wrists and told me to make myself even more beautiful; or in other words, shower.

Coming out of the shower I saw that Matt had packed our bags ready for the off confirming my anticipated plans, breakfast then check-out. I done my hair and make-up whilst Matt had yet another coffee; obviously trying to sober up for the drive home.

"Master, where are my clothes for breakfast?"

"Don't worry slave, I will dress you for breakfast, when I am ready, now, on the bed where you always look your best."

I was intrigued, we hadn't showered just to get all sweaty again but I climbed back onto the bed, even shaking my booty at him in the process.

He snapped my wrists back into the cuffs attached to the headboard with me face down.

"Oh Master, you are so forceful." I don't know if I was still a little bit drunk or just being playful.

I kept my eyes closed, waiting for his touch; but when it came it was my feet; it tickled and I laughed out loud, probably nerve induced.

He started fitting things to my feet, I had to look. They were like steel shoe horns with steel cuffs built onto them. The long horn type bit ran down my shin and onto the top of my foot and then the cuff locked around my ankle; it kept my foot out straight like a ballerina. Then he locked my slave collar back on; I was so drunk last night I didn't even realise he had removed it.

He unlocked my wrists and said "okay slave, try them for size."

I got off the bed and immediately had to go onto my knees, no way could I walk on them! He locked my slave cuffs on with a chain connecting them and attached a lead to my collar.

"Master (I was getting worried at this stage) what are we doing? I thought we were doing breakfast?"

"We are doing breakfast, I am just preparing you; you did say you wanted more humiliation and nakedness and public orgasms; I always listen to the needs of my slaves."

"Er, you are joking, right?"

I knew he wasn't joking when I saw him collect the tail and intruder and carry them over to fit them, which he did, ugh!

He opened the door and said "Out slave."

"No way! The only way I can move is to crawl on my hands and knees like a dog, I even have the tail. I cannot, will not go down to breakfast like a dog!"

"Slave, do your promises mean so little to you? Is this how you value me as your Master? You said you would obey me, every word; after everything do you really want to spite me, to disappoint me?"

Oh shit, what do I do? I love this guy, I would change my world for him, what do I do? "Matt, will I be the only one at breakfast like this?"

'Thwack' Ouch! He has just swatted my butt with the riding crop. "You will call me Master, or you will get more lessons to help you remember (that bloody hurt), yes you will be the only one there like this, all the other girls will probably be in their cocktail dresses or going home clothes."

"But why? What have I done?"

"You have been tremendous; we were the star couple last night. At dinner you were a princess, in the casino I won the money and you stole the show. Well now we are going to continue the show, all the guys will wish they were me; all the girls will wish they were you; all the guys will wish they had you. We are going to knock them out."

"But Master, like this? Like a dog? Crawling all the way to breakfast?"

"Yes like this, do you love me enough to obey me?"

The love word, he used the love word! That done it, fuck the humiliation "Yes Master, I am proud to be your slave."

We left the room, he had the leash fitted to lead me, and the riding crop to motivate me and he used them both.

I had to crawl along the corridor on my hands and knees, when I slowed or cursed he swatted my bum, when I done good he stroked my tail; and he had replaced the batteries in both the intruders!

We waited for the elevator and when the doors opened I was surprised to see another girl on her hands and knees with the same 'shoe horn' type restraints locked on her ankles. Matt led me in and we continued on down.

The lift opened and I continued my crawl, everywhere I looked women were crawling, and naked. It was either a wind up or Matt is just a natural liar. The odd ones had muzzles on.

We got to the dining hall and Matt removed the chain from my cuffs so I could climb up into a chair beside him. The hall slowly filled up as the breakfasts were served and I noticed some of the girls were still on all fours and having to eat from bowls on the floor, their hands cuffed behind them. Matt explained these were the girls that had been wearing the muzzles; because they had refused to obey their Masters and leave their rooms on all fours; and yes, I would have suffered the same fate if I had not decided to obey.

Breakfast was good, surreal, but good. People were starting to leave the breakfast hall and I got back on my hands and knees and Matt led me out; we all went into the main function room and all us girls were forced to sit on our heels whilst the 'Masters' sat in chairs. Various speakers took the podium and made little speeches, including the sponsor and the chosen charity benefactor, over a hundred thousand had been raised, a record figure for this event.

Matt was called up to the stage and given a certificate as an award for being the biggest single donator to the charity. A few other guys also got awards for various things like 'most innovative restraint of the year', 'most innovative sex toy of the year', 'Best Bondage related website' etc.

The head of STARMOG closed the event with the traditional 'Flick the switch' event; I hadn't a clue what this was until he flicked the switch. All the girls had been led onto the dance floor and our leads locked onto another girl nearby, making it impossible for any one girl to leave. The flick of the switch was quite a surprise to say the least, all fifty girls intruders started vibrating simultaneously! It must have lasted fifteen minutes, what we all looked like I do not know but the guys certainly enjoyed it.

Following this Matt retrieved me and led me out through reception and down to the car park. To save me crawling on the concrete car park floor he actually picked me up and carried me to the car and put me into the passenger seat, still stark naked. I didn't say anything, I mean, what's the point?

All our stuff had been taken from our room and packed in the car before we got there. Matt drove us straight home and once at his place he released my feet from these 'shoe horn' things; my feet were hurting from being held in that unnatural position and once out of the car I had to walk about to get the feeling back.

I asked Matt for something to wear just to go home and he grabbed me, put me over his knees and fastened my cuffs behind me and spanked me.

"What the fuck is this for?" I screamed out.

"You know fine well, you will call me Master, you will obey."

"I kept my promise, I obeyed you entirely until we got home."

"I am home, are you home yet slave?"

The wise Bastard! That is playing it cute to say the least. "No Master, I am not home yet."

"Then you will not be needing any clothes; and you will continue to obey me."

"Yes Master."

"Obey this slave, you will not wear any clothes I do not give you and you will not return to your home until I command it."

"Master, when will that be?"

"Maybe Wednesday, maybe next week, we will see."

In spite of the trick I could not hide the smile, my pleasure at this development, being his slave until he releases me whenever. "Yes Master, I am here to serve."

It didn't even get to Wednesday; I had just the rest of that glorious Sunday and into Monday morning before it dawned on us that we had a website to publish; I had it all on my lap-top but had to go home to get it. Matt agreed that the website going live was even more important than his having his evil way with me for the rest of the week and took my collar and cuffs off but only reluctantly gave me back my little blue travel dress back to go home in.


23. Steph v Kelly

Ten minutes later I was back with my lap-top and took Matt through the whole site.

He thought it was absolutely fantastic (which of course, it was); and he thought the way that the graphics slid into each other and revolved and superimposed over each other was like some top notch gaming technology.

He phoned John and he said he was happy for it to go live just from Matt's description of it. So tomorrow morning that was it; I was putting it out there with enough link words to make sure it popped up on any bondage related search criteria; with me naked and restrained on the street outside of the shop the first image. I hated Matt for it at the time, but I must admit he was right, it does make a cracking picture and opening to the on-line store.

We celebrated our decision to go live in the morning with unrestrained sex in the pool; lots of wine and a nice Matt cooked meal followed by me being tied to his bed and shagged ruthlessly. The perfect night in!

Matt started to explain about the slave tattoo and shaving my pussy but I stopped him, I had figured it out early on the night in the Casino. Everybody in that room would study the website and notice how much one of the models looks like Matt's partner at the STARMOG do; but whilst she is short and brunette with green eyes and tattoos on her back and shoulder, and with a Brazilian; I am tall and leggy (I was six foot in those shoes!) and blond with blue eyes and a slave and handcuff tattoo above my pussy which is shaved.

With Matt's strategic placement of that tattoo he made certain everybody studied it and my shaved pussy; he was preserving my alias; and with the placement of the tattoo it isn't as though anybody that suspects is going to get to see my pussy again to find out for sure that it was a fake. Speaking of which it still looks as good now three days later and I have been swimming and showering so I don't have a clue how long I am stuck with it; although I am getting rather attached to it. It describes me perfectly; a slave to bondage, exactly how I feel.

By Friday Matt and John had a major panic on their hands; in the first two days alone over three hundred orders had come in, from all over the world.

Matt had immediately contacted an agency and employed another worker (Jason) to help him with the production. Just on a temporary basis initially to see how he fitted in and to make sure the orders didn't just peak and then fall off again.

I suspected, and hoped, that it would prove so successful that Matt and John would need to hire or buy another workshop and permanently employ more staff.

Emails were also coming in with queries about the products like could the sizes be changed? Could they be tweaked this way or that? What were the international shipping charges to any particular country? Etc. I set these up so that they would go into the down town store computer; John and Kelly could respond in their down time.

We also received emails though from some of our competitors; some congratulating us; some wanting a piece of it (no chance) and quite a few downright hostile that this was kept a secret at the STARMOG and should have been on the agenda for discussion at the meeting.

This made Matt laugh, he explained that the pre-event meeting (They get two nights) is restricted to just 'The big Ten'; these are the ten regional based companies judged to have the greatest annual turn-over; and so he and John were not invited to attend anyway; but fancied they would be next year.

Some emails were just comments about the models, me and Krystal; some flattering, some not so flattering.

So not only, if these sales were anything to go by, was I going to make a packet from this business but even better news, I received an email from my old marketing company offering me my job back, and with improved pay and conditions!

My philandering old boss had been dismissed; turns out he had a string of pulling the same trick and was shagging his way through the company and then laying off the victim to keep the secret and make way for new meat but had been caught out and reported, by his now estranged wife of all people!

I was the best they had had and they never managed to replace my quality. The business was suffering as a result so they had got shot of the boss and wanted me back. I could keep the full severance payment as compensation.

Suddenly I am well in profit and with a share of my own business; all for just a couple of lousy blow jobs! Well, like they say, never look a gift horse in the mouth!

I took the job, well I do love that work and I am bloody good at it; and the guaranteed income and company pension and healthcare benefits gives me comfort and a stress free life but there is no way I am giving this bondage up.

It had been three weeks and I had just returned from my first week back at work. Unfortunately it is too far to commute and so I have a crash pad near work.

Instead of dropping off the on-line sales were soaring and Matt and John were looking for another workshop and staff as I had predicted.

Matt had also been contacted by Dave and agreed to market his pleasure chair on our website; and I would visit his store with Matt to start re-profiling his website and for Matt to see and learn about Dave's self-release bondage technology; plus I wanted to try that chair!

I had to take my hair colouring and tattoo stamps so that I could get photo's in the chair. We won't be going for another couple of weeks so I should have my Brazilian fully back by then and the Slave tattoo should be completely faded.

On the Friday evening John and Kelly were staying over; we were having another meal and games night and I made sure I was fashionably late and went across in my dark blue leather bondage outfit again, thigh-boots and all. Even though I knew John and Kelly would be there I done the same trick, ringing his bell and clicking the lock on my final cuff; with a note attached to my lead 'Please take me in and Fuck me, lots!'

Everybody else was dressed normally; Kelly was looking great in a little red number and just laughed when she saw me hobbling in in my gear; and come over and gave me a kiss and released my wrists.

I had a good chat with Kelly; she was clearly in love with John and with the bondage too. She thought the STARMOG ball was great; and really surprisingly, even being made to crawl on all fours like a dog to breakfast although she had protested so much she was one of the girls muzzled and then made to eat from a bowl on the floor.

She loved the Casino part and being made to come whilst John was winning although he lost the lot at the end. She even got to try the pleasure chair with Dave himself on the controls; she said she lost it big time and put quite a show on, she was actually howling in pleasure at the end. I cannot wait for my turn, and if it's that good hopefully Dave will gift us one, if not I'll buy my own!

We entertained the guys before dinner with another game of naked twister, the final game having a twist to it; we were gagged and blind-folded and they could whip our butt's until we had placed ourselves on the correct colour spot. It may have been my imagination but I am certain there was more whipping than moving going on.

We had a pleasant meal and some real feel good factor chatting about how well the on-line sales were going, and business in store had more than doubled too. John was talking about setting up another store in the neighbouring town that didn't already have such an outlet there but I argued that the costs and management issues of running it when compared to the on-line sales just didn't add up. He and Matt would sleep on it, no need to rush into these decisions.

The games night again involved air-hockey, pool and Darts; again with Kelly and I naked. It was meant to be me and Matt against Kelly and John but the guys seemed to prefer just watching me and Kelly play whilst they drank and ogled.

The guys suddenly burst out laughing but all I heard was Matt saying he would get the gear before walking out.

Kelly badgered John about what was happening, he explained he and Matt had just made a very sizable wager, four figures; a competition between the two of them but we weren't allowed to interfere and so we were being tied up; but we could watch and even declare the winner. Well it didn't take any doing talking us into bondage and so we both agreed, happily.

Matt arrived back with lots of blue rope and some cuffs. We had the cuffs locked onto our wrists and ankles and then with the rope through the cuffs my ankles were tethered to the feet of the pool table, I was bent over the table and my wrists stretched towards the other end and tied off. Kelly was tied identical but at the other end facing me, our noses were just about touching. They then locked spider gags onto us keeping our mouths open.

Matt come behind me and first fingered and then entered my pussy. I could see from Kelly's face that John was in her. John counted down "three, two, one, Go" and instantly Matt was fucking me; going at me like a Bull in heat. Kelly was making all sorts of noises through her open spider gag and clearly taking one hell of a fucking.

Then it was my turn, try as I like I couldn't stop from letting little but loud high pitched squeals out with each stroke; getting faster and faster. Between us we were making music, but you couldn't sell this song to the under aged!

The poor pool table took one hell of a hammering; rampant John against raging Bull Matt with us two poor girls in-between.

Oh My Dear God this was too much, I cracked, I couldn't not crack; I howled, I wailed, and I come! Two seconds later it was obvious Kelly too had cracked; she was breathing that hard I could feel it on my cheek. Still the guys went at it; still we girls howled and groaned and made truly guttural wild noise; then suddenly John was out of Kelly and I actually saw his spunk spurt out of his cock yards across the tiled floor; Then Matt, but he didn't withdraw and instead shot into me as I felt his dying strokes "Well you beat me so I wasn't going to waste it" said Matt.

"Fair result." Said John "You beat me with the girls, just, and I beat you to the home run, just; so one all with all to play for on the decider."

Decider? What fucking decider?

John cleaned his come up whilst Matt released the two of us, but left the cuffs locked onto us both. That had been quite some experience; nose to nose with Kelly whilst we were both fucked.

The guys were obviously on a high after their sex game and were getting quite boisterous but we paused for twenty minutes and had more drinks; then they took us out into the barn.

Matt set up two of his self-made Symbian horses; these were like gymnastic horses you would see in any gym, brown leather body and long wooden legs, but these ones had dicks sticking out of the top!

I was very quickly getting the drift, as was Kelly the smile she had on her face; well okay, me against her; I can whoop this new girl no problem; I just don't know what I have to do yet.

The guys helped us up and onto the intruders. Then our wrist cuffs were attached to ropes hanging from the roof beams, out wide so we could get no leverage. Again I was facing Kelly.

The guys went away to discuss the rules and a moment later come back and took our controls; except John took mine and Matt Kelly's.

We didn't know the rules, what the men had to achieve; was it good for Matt for me to come quick or not at all? I just didn't know, Kelly either.

Again John done a count down and then we were off.

A nice vibration through my pussy, yes, I think I am going to like this. Then a stronger vibration, and then reality hit home. I was trapped, I wasn't getting off this thing. I was John's play-thing, his to control. I threw my dangling legs about but this just made the sensation hit home harder; I pulled on my wrist restraints but achieved nothing.

It was all about my pussy, nothing else; my pussy was now the centre of my world, my only fixed point; and it was throbbing! Oh dear Fuck Yes! Where the fuck did that come from? No build up, no anticipation, nothing, just straight to orgasm! Shouting out "Yes, Yes you Bastard" probably gave it away too! John was laughing and smiling and nodding at Matt but still neither had said a word out loud.

Now Kelly was at it too with a very obvious orgasm; problem was I was either still suffering the same orgasm or having another, either way I was way ahead of Kelly.

Fair play to Kelly though, she appeared to be doing her best to catch up; but why were we still going? I had come first, surely that means John's won? Even if the competition is the girl that holds out the longest then that means Kelly and therefore John has still won? Either way the game should be over Oh My God "Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh you Fucking sweet thing Yes Yes Yeesssss!"

This is fucking relentless, I need to get off this thing or I am going to pee; I don't have that much control left; Oh shit, I am peeing! That's it, and besides, I cannot take much more of this, it is becoming one eternal fucking orgasm. I am opening my mouth to beg for release when the dildo ups its game again and another, new, massive orgasm rips through me and with it the answer to the riddle, they have to make us beg for release!

I change my thought process with this, I've had worse, or better depending on your view, that spanking session Matt gave me with the vibrating balls inside of me, that was a real orgasm, I can take this all night, just try me; etc. It was just about working too but still I was coming, pouring; even having worked it out I can't last much longer, I know I am going to beg and soon.

I don't know if Kelly will have worked the rules out, given the situation and distraction it isn't ideal for rational thought but then I hear Kelly pleading, shouting, "Please Matt, please, I am going to piss myself; please oh please stop, please stop, Pleeeaase!"

Her machine powers down and seconds later mine too, a disgruntled looking John releasing my control unit. "Well done Matt, I thought I had you there, I am sure I got more orgasm out of Steph and I was well ahead; she must have been right on the point of begging; but you beat me fair and square, I owe you Ten Grand."

"Bad luck John, yes I think you were ahead of me, but you hadn't allowed for Steph, rises to any occasion, especially when there are orgasms involved."

Matt comes over and releases me and helps me down. "I'm so sorry Matt, I couldn't help it, I've peed myself."

"Don't worry about that, just part of the game; plus we agreed, losers do the cleaning up.

I am so pleased I hung in there and won! "Well if that's the case Matt I deserve a share of the winnings."

He laughs "Always thinking profit; you'll get your just rewards, don't worry."

As Matt and I are walking out of the barn we hear Kelly's Symbian start up again and her squealing and begging for John to stop; then John saying to her "You've got to clean up anyway, may as well be your own pee as Steph's." He was riding it on full and laughing at Kelly as Matt bade them "Good night, see you at breakfast" as we walked out also laughing out loud.


24. Restrained Commitment

This quickly become a pattern; work all week then get tied up, humiliated, spanked and fucked all weekend. A pretty good life I think. Plus Matt done the romantic bits well too, taking me out for a meal or away for a weekend in a hotel; and even getting flowers with a lovely love letter sent to me at work. I love my neighbour!

The trip to Dave's store arrived and we stayed in a hotel directly opposite the store, Candy said she used to stay there on business visits before she moved in with Dave. She is very similar to myself, just a lot taller the bitch! Her real name is Dian and she is a professional project manager in property development and had a directorship in a national company; she also slipped into bondage quite by accident and now can't help herself.

Like me, she too models Dave's gear except she does it live on the boardwalk, that must give you a buzz. She promised Dave would invite us over for a show; and if I liked I could model in it for a one off. I think I may like that.

I got my disguise on and Dian strapped me into the pleasure chair. It was just me and her until the last strap was buckled and the intruders were in place, then she called Dave and he and Matt come up to watch. The chair was set up in the middle of the stage in Dave's show room theatre. Never, just never have I experienced anything at all like that wonderful fucking chair.

Oh My Fucking Beautiful Mothering God! This chair has just redefined the purpose of life; holly crap my body visibly shudders at just the memories. Being restrained and being pleasured through the core of my body. It took my soul, danced with it, shook it around, tossed it over a precipice and then shagged it; over and over slowly and quickly; with feeling and with force. It made demands of my body and took them regardless. Heaven can wait; my soul rests in this chair.

I made a start on his website and told him what and how many photo's I would need of each product, and to look at my website for inspiration. I also explained the need to glamorise the models and the photo environment. Also how to beef up the descriptions and make everything obvious to the buyer.

At the same time Matt was getting into the self-bondage devices and studying the technology but he would only have to fit it into his restraints; Dave would provide the switches timers and catches etc. and take a cut of the profits from the self-release items sold. It looked like it was going to be a good relationship between the two stores with the deal done on a handshake. If it looked like any of the profits was too high or too little in comparison favouring either Dave or Matt then they would be reviewed at the end of the financial year and tweaked for the next year. All good.

A couple of weeks later I had arrived home from work and as usual went around to Matt's for dinner. We didn't have John and Kelly or anybody visiting and it was just the two of us which was nice. I hadn't bothered with any bondage gear or clothing and wore a nice but simple short summer dress and strappy shoes.

We had a simple meal, meatballs and side salad followed by Pizza garlic bread and the same side salad; washed down with just a couple of glasses of red.

After coffee I asked Matt to do me a favour, just to sit in his favourite chair by the window whilst I freshened up.

Five minutes later I entered the lounge naked and on all fours. I worked my way over to him and knelt in front of him and handed him the collar he had made for me so long ago, and I begged him "Please Master, take me as your slave, lock this collar around my neck; then to show my submission let me take your cock in my mouth and pleasure you and swallow your come." As I said this I held up my hair to accept the collar.

He took the collar but hesitatingly asked "Steph, are you sure? This will change the dynamics and we have a good thing going here."

"Master, how will it change it?"

"You can beg to be my slave, but you cannot beg not to be; only I can decide you will not be. I will do what I want with you regardless of your own wants or feelings; whenever I want, as I want. I may leave you for a day in a cage or in the stocks or suspended; I will spank and whip you if you disappoint me, or even just because I want to; and you will have no say. Is this what you want?"

I repeated "Please Master, take me as your slave, lock this collar around my neck; then to show my submission let me take your cock in my mouth and pleasure you and swallow your come."

He did, and I did.

Later he took me to bed and tied me taught from headboard to footboard; he said he was going to torment my body for an hour. Just as he was about to start he spotted it "Steph, that tattoo, it faded, you were shot of it, I am sure, I would have noticed."

He studied it more closely "That is fantastic, you have really done it, my design to exactness; same proportion, same colour; and this time it's real; you brave girl."

One day at work I had taken the afternoon off having already researched the best tattoo artist in town. I was brave, and just a little drunk. I had stripped off and laid there naked, my legs apart while this stranger operated between my legs. I had even let him take close up photo's afterwards for his catalogue.

I had taken with me a real size photo of the tattoo from when it was still fresh. I had fallen so in love with the look of the tattoo on me that I had decided it was, quite simply, designed for me. The handcuffs with Slave written underneath; that's me, Bondage Slave!