The Bookstore Adventure

When I woke, of course I tried to move & could not. I could not see nor speak and it took me a moment to come out of the fog created by the sleeping pills. As my senses began to come back, I became aware of the fact that Slave Linda and myself were still connected. I could tell that she was awake due to the movement going on. I think we both woke up about the same time and were trying to come awake and stretch at the same time. Of course that's dangerous when we are connected the way we are.

We heard Master say that it was about time that we sleepy heads wake up and get ready to meet the world. He then explained to us that we would be going out and that we would need to get ready. Master of course said Ladies first, even if they are slaves. I was hoping that we would both be released, but I knew better. I was left laying on the bed with everything still attached to me. I heard Master explaining to her how he wanted her dressed and I heard him say that he had found a very nice French Maid outfit with all the attachments, including the 6 inch platform heels, in the closet along with some interesting photos. Not sure where this would go, but guess I will find out at some point.

Seemed like I lay there for hours. Guess, there are some things that stay the same regardless. I must have dozed off again, for I was brought awake, with a very strong hand across my backside. Before I could move, I must have been hit three or four times. As I am scooting around on the bed, Master instructs me to move to the edge of the bed quickly and to sit up & remain still. I then feel a pair of feminine hands removing my gag. I did not realized just how sore my jaw was. I am instructed not to speak, but just to work my jaw around in order to get my feeling back. I am not sure I could have spoken even if I had wanted to.

As slave Linda is undoing my bindings, Master is addressing me. Seems that he had been doing a little background check on me to either confirm or deny the info that he had on me. Master is telling me that he has determined that I am for real, and that I have and did in fact live the life of a slave, and that my Mistress had met an untimely death. He had found out that I had removed myself from the scene and that I still felt collared to her, even after all these years, and it was only just recently that I had tried to get back into the scene.

Master said that he understood my anguish, but he also said that he felt that my Mistress would want me to continue the lifestyle. He said for that, I will determine in the next few hours, if I might be worthy enough to join his stable.

While I was digesting what Master had said, my eyes took in slave Linda for the first real time and she was stunning. She was encased in a black PVC cat suit. She must have had at least 5-inch heels on her feet. Both her wrists and ankles appeared to have metal bracelets that locked and about a six inch wide metal belt with rings all the way around the belt. She was also wearing a very large O-ring gag. It was then that I noticed her tongue piercing. The only skin I could see was around her mouth and eyes. I sure had some ideas on how to use her tongue piercing, but I am sure that Master would not approve. Or maybe he would, but it would of course be his idea.

Master brought me back to the real world when he said that he thought that since we were both slaves, we should look as much alike as possible. I thought that would be great except, I knew that I did not own a PVC suit, so I was at a loss on how he would accomplish this. It was then when Master began to pull the different size rolls of black shrink-wrap from out of the closet, that I understood how it was to be done.

I was instructed to take a hot soaking bath, and to insure that I shaved my whole body. He instructed slave Linda to assist, but warned her that while it was ok to play with me, that under no circumstance was she to allow me to cum. In fact he changed his mind and had me hand cuffed with my hands behind my back and slave Linda had to do the bath and shaving. He also warned her about getting wet. If I had thought that Master played me like a musical instrument, I was equally shocked at how well slave Linda read my body. I was developing the worst case of BLUE BALLS that I had experienced in years. My balls must have weighed at least a TON, or at least that's what it felt like. And of course she spent far too much time cleaning that area. While she was cleaning the head of my cock, I watched in shock and excitement, as her ringed mouth approached my cock. I watched as her tongue darted from behind the ring to lick at the slit in the head of my cock. I almost jumped out of the water. Her small hand grabbed the base of my cock and I continued to watch as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I felt her tongue or more specific the tongue piercing running down the side of my cock. How or why I did not cum has nothing to do with my abilities, but rather her control over me. Great, not only does Master have control of me, but also so does his slave wife.

Arriving back in the dungeon, just a little worse for the wear, we awaited the return of Master. When he entered the room we were both in the proper slave position. Master made no reference to either one of us for several moments. He then went and check the bathroom to insure that it was clean and then had slave Linda stand and inspected her for water damage. Both the bathroom and she passed inspection.

Master then spoke to me. He instructed me to stand. I was to hold my arms out away from my body and with my legs spread and my eyes closed. Master told me to make a fist and I felt the wrap begin its journey up my arm to my chest. The same of course was done with the other arm. I then felt the shrink wrap around my ankle working up one leg to my butt. Then the same was done to the other leg. I then felt it as my chest was wrapped down to just above my cock and balls. Someone, I guess slave Linda, took a hold of my cock & balls and seems to pull them back and between my legs. I then felt the wrap being pulled between my legs and around my butt, thus securing my cock and balls in a rather uncomfortable position. I felt something pressing against my lips and I assumed that I am to open my mouth. It felt like a sponge or something similar was being forced into my mouth. I then felt a couple of wraps around my lower face and knew that I was rather well gagged. Something like cotton balls were put over my eyes and in my ears. A couple of wraps around the top portion of my head with the shrink-wrap and I could tell that other than my feet and my nose, I was a black shiny slave.

I stood for several minutes before I heard or felt anything. I felt two different sets of hands. A strong set of hands hold my upper body and then Master instructs me to raise my left foot. I then felt my foot sliding into what must be my shiny black six-inch plat form heels. I felt the strap being buckled & then I was told to lift my other foot.

I enjoy heels as much as the next slut, but when you cannot see, it becomes dangerous. I really had to focus on standing still. I guess we were now dressed and ready to go. Wrong!

While I was trying to gain my sense of balance, I heard Master instructing his slave wife to get the still camera out of the bag. Seems he wants some pictures of his handy work. I heard a couple of clicks and then was told to stand up straight and to put my feet together. I felt a small set of hands holding my arm to steady me. I then began to feel the shrink-wrap being wrapped around both of my legs and being worked up my body. When the wrap gets to just below my waist, I heard Master say to put my arms down to my side. If it were not for that small pair of hands I knew that I would fall, but thankfully she was there. As the wrap is worked up my body, he stops at the top of my shoulders.

I stand teetering on a pair of very high heels and I am trying to figure how I will be going anywhere. I mean its like X marks the spot. I might as well be nailed to the floor. I heard Master coming back into the room. I felt something pressing into my back and shoulders. He tells me to lift my heels and stand on my toes for just a second. Just as I feel something hitting the bottom of my feet, I lost my balance & start to fall backwards. But that is what Master had wanted. Seems that he had a furniture dolly and I have now become a piece of somewhat kinky furniture. As I am being secured to the dolly, Master tells me that both of us will be riding on this extended trip in the bed of my truck. I had never thought that the Tonneau cover I had put on my truck would be used to protect two bound slaves.

I stay on the dolly for what seems like a long period of time. It gave me a change to take in my emotions and feelings. While my feet were beginning to ache some, the prevailing feelings were of extreme erotica. If someone were to check my brain waves right then, I am sure they would be all over the map. I was scared, but excited. Its like that feeling when you know that you want to experience something, but there's that all consuming fear yet the thrill of the hunt or completion is overwhelming. I enjoy the total restriction, but yet want to be free. I am so horny and turned on right now, that I can hardly stand it, but yet I have not control over the events, and even that is a turn on.

The house was quite; I could only guess that Master was loading the first bundle in the truck. My suspicions were correct, for I hear him walk in, and as my dark world tilted backwards, I began my short trip to my truck. It takes Master a bit of time to get me positioned in the truck. The best that I could do to help was scoot like a worm. I feel straps being put across my upper and lower body. The tailgate closes and I hear the top come down and lock.

As Master pulled out of the driver way, I could keep up with were we were for a bit, but then he entered the freeway. After a short period of time, between the movement of the truck and me unwinding from everything that had happened, I must have gone to sleep. The next thing I remember is the sound of people talking, and it would seem that they are talking about us. About that time the top is lifted up and the tailgate dropped and we know that we have reached our destination. Whereever that is.