Is this Business or pleasure?

Is this Business or pleasure?

Part 2

       

It had been a miserable week!

At the end of part one, I had been tricked by a client of mine, ‘Jennifer Owens,’ after a surreal weekend of passion and bondage. I had got home to find the key Jennifer had given me to the chastity belt, simply didn’t fit. Jennifer refused to answer phone so I was stuck until I could contact her on Monday morning.

Monday came and went. So did Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Jennifer had refused to answer my telephones calls at work and even my e-mails.  As you can imagine, I was desperate! I had been locked in the bloody Chastity belt since Sunday night and a week had nearly passed without any relief, which I have admit happens at least once or twice a day for me.

My problems were only beginning as next week I had to take a business trip to London so how was I going to explain the steel chastity belt at Glasgow airport security? I was desperate so I had no option but to send Jennifer an e-mail from home on Thursday night:

Friday came and went and no response. If this continued, I would have to call in sick on Monday and miss my meeting in London. My career could be ruined by what was simply a stupid decision to return home with a client that no longer wanted to talk to me.

On Saturday morning I got up thoroughly miserable and with the aching need for release but no such pleasure for me this weekend. I made breakfast and sat down at the PC but to my utter amazement there was a response from Jennifer. At last I thought:

That was all, no explanation but I hope and prayed that this afternoon, I would be free of this fucking steel belt that has imprisoned my cock for the last week.

At exactly 3pm, the door buzzer rang:

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi, is that David,” came an unfamiliar female voice?

“Yes,” I replied.

The female on the end of the phone then explained that Jennifer had sent her. I immediately pushed the door release button and asked her to come to my apartment.

I was surprised to see a rather attractive early-thirties brunette dressed in a pair of blue jeans, red wool sweater and overcoat. Around her neck was a long black winter scarf wrapped once and loosely tied in front. She was holding a sports bag in her right hand and smiled as I invited her into my apartment.

“Hi David, I’m Paula, a friend of Jennifer’s,” she explained.

“Hi Paula, nice to meet you,” I responded as I directed her into the living area.

“Jennifer apologises that she can’t be here in person this afternoon but she asked me to take care of your little situation.”

I was a tad embarrassed that Paula knew about my chastity belt but who was I to argue if Paula was here to release me from a week of misery.

“David, I understand that you must be slightly embarrassed that I am here to remove your chastity belt. After all, we have never met before. I want to reassure you that Jennifer is one of my closest friends and we have no secrets. She really likes you and might even be falling for you but for reasons, she has asked me to take care of the belt. I’m slightly embarrassed to so I suggest we simply go into your bedroom and get this over with.”

I agreed and led the way to the master bedroom.

Paula explained that I should remove my cloths, which did cause my face to go completely scarlet. Paula reminded me that my private area was covered in a layer of steel so there was no need for embarrassment quite yet. Doing as she instructed, I removed my socks, jeans and t-shirt leaving me naked except for the steel belt that was locked around my waist. As I was getting naked, Paula simply removed her overcoat and untied and unwrapped the long winter scarf from around her neck.

“David, I’m rather uncomfortable doing this as I do not know you. You’ll therefore understand that I have to take precautions for my own safety,” explained Paula.

I agreed with Paula but had no idea what she was talking about until she retrieved a pair of shinny handcuffs from her sports bag. To be honest, I did sympathise with the task Paula had to do so I had no issues turning around as instructed and allowing her to lock my wrists tightly behind my back. Next Paula retrieved a black leather hood from her bag and slipped it over my head, pulling the rear zipper that tightly moulded the black leather around my entire face and head. It had no eye holes or holes for my mouth. It did however have several breathing holes around my nostrils so I had no difficulty breathing.

“Thanks David for being so understanding,” said Paula.

I muffled a response back through the tight leather hood, “no problem Paula.”

“David, I now need to restrain your ankles. There is no need to panic but I need to ensure you will not kick me while I carry out this job, okay,” asked Paula?

I nodded in agreement as Paula directed me on to my king sized bed and she used straps to secure my ankles to the two corners. My legs were now stretched apart, leaving Paula easy access to remove the Chastity belt as Jennifer had promised. I did wonder why I was restrained so much for a simple belt removal but in a minute or two, I was to find out.

I was now blind and completely helpless as I felt Paula unlocked and slide off the steel belt that had imprisoned my prick for a nearly a week now. As soon as the belt was removed, I could feel Paul wiping around my balls with what she described as antiseptic cream. I still had no idea what she was doing until I felt a plastic tube being slid up the shaft of my cock. I started to panic and tried to roll away from Paul but this was impossible with my arms cuffed tightly behind my back and my legs attached to both ends of the king sized bed.

“David, relax,” demanded Paula!

“How can I,” I replied in horror! “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Paula told me that this was a simply plastic tube that would keep my penis imprisoned until I next met Jennifer. It would be locked in place behind my balls using a tiny plastic lock. The whole device was made of a new type of plastic that simply couldn’t to cut off and therefore I would have no further access to my dick until the chastity device was removed.

This didn’t make me feel any happier. I had been imprisoned for a week now and the thought of prolonged imprisonment of my private parts didn’t appeal at all. I squirmed even harder but Paula was strong! The fact my legs were spread wide apart and ankles attached the bed made movement impossible. Having my arms cuffed behind my back, made any fight out of the question. Paula just laughed as she pushed home the tiny lock:

“There you go David. That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“That’s easy for you to say Paula.” I responded. “You haven’t had your private parts locked up for over a week now!”

“Ah, that where you are wrong David,” replied Paula.

Now, that wasn’t the response I expected. I guess, I calmed down at that point because Paula explained she would first release my ankles, which allowed me to sit up on the edge of my bed. Next, she removed the leather hood and I sat once again in fear of what I’d let myself into a week before.

“Paula, I’m scared,” I said as I looked at the clear plastic tube that now imprisoned my prick. “I urgently need some relieve but clearly this isn’t going to happen, is it?”

Paula stood in front of me, lifted her wool sweater and unbuttoned her jeans, letting then ease off her waist and down to her ankles: She wasn’t wearing any panties but instead a steel chastity belt, not that indifferent to the one I’d worn the week prior to her visit this afternoon.

“Yes, look David; I’ve worn this belt for nearly a month now! Jennifer is my mistress too and while she is a kind mistress, she does demand total loyalty and that includes loyalty from yourself!

“But Paula, you seem happy with your situation, I’m not,” I replied!

“Let’s be honest David, we both clearly like Jennifer and while I have no problem sharing her with you, she must ensure that neither of us is promiscuous when we’re away from her. I have a management job in town, just like you but as my job is in local government, I’ve no need to travel; unlike you!”

We continued chatting, forgetting that I was completely nude except for the clear plastic tube that held my man-hood out of my control and Paula with her sweater pulled up over her black Playtex bra and her jeans hanging around her ankles, leaving the tops of her leather boots sticking up above the pile of blue denim. I felt slightly more vulnerable due to the simple fact my hands were still handcuffed behind my back but somehow, I felt safe at the hands of this rather attractive girl with long brown hair cascading down her back and waving over her shoulders.

“I now understand what Jennifer sees in you David,” explained Paula. “You are really a gentle man with a lot of respect for a woman as intelligent as Jennifer. She spends time with me because she hates the usual dominating male stereotypes that simply can’t deal with her superiority.”

Paula then pulled her sweater over her head and stepped fully out of her jeans, currently piled on the floor. She leant over to where she had dropped her coat and long winter scarf. Picking up the scarf, she approached and draped it around my neck, holding on to the ends as she sat on my knee, pulling her face closer to mine.

“Jennifer would not approve of this contact between us David,” Paula explained as she wound the soft woollen scarf around my face, covering my nose and mouth; then tying it in a tight knot behind my head.

Paula then pushed me, forcing me on to my back and my poor cuffed hands. She then began to try and make love to me, kissing me through the thick wool, covering my face and pushing her steel chastity belt against the plastic tube that trapped my dick. I squirmed against her weight and the pain that engulfed my dick as he tried to harden under the restriction of the plastic tube. Paula didn’t listen to my complaints as she pushed her face into the wool that surrounded mine even harder. It was as if she enjoyed kissing me through her wool scarf but I guess it was the nearest thing she’d come to sex in even longer than me!

After some puffing and panting Paula finally gave up teasing me but I guess the torment was also too much for her also, after weeks of imprisonment in her own steel chastity belt. It was only once she was dressed and put her coat on did she remove the thick wool scarf covering my face.

“Will you behave if I release your hands,” asked Paula?

“Paula, I mean you no harm and anyway, I doubt Jennifer has given you keys to my dick prison anyway,” I responded.

We both laughed as Paula unlocked my hands and allowed me to get dressed. I offered her a cup of coffee and we sat for the next couple of hours chatting about bondage and our joint mistress. At around five o’clock, Paula announced she had to go and we kissed goodbye as she left me a prisoner in my own house with my best friend still locked up but this time in an unbreakable plastic chastity belt.

That was how I remained for the next couple of weeks. I had several e-mails from Jennifer explaining that she was remodelling her basement dungeon and didn’t want me around until the big unveiling, which was around one month away. I explained by reply my frustration and she offered me the only way out of the chastity belt, which meant no more contact with her on a personal basis at all so I carried on with my prick locked in the plastic tube. I did see Jennifer a couple of times on a professional basis but we always kept that part of lives professional and as a result, Jennifer kept placing orders with our company.

Just over two weeks since Paula’s last visit, where I got locked up in the new plastic chastity belt, I received a long overdue e-mail from Jennifer’s personal account:

My response to Jennifer was simple and to the point:

On Saturday morning around eleven, I did receive my first visit from Paula, who was always turned out beautifully in warm winter but very feminine clothing. This first day brought a suitcase full of winter clothing including a heavy satin dress and a couple of short skirts and sweaters but also several gel-filled bras and an array of Lycra and wool tights in several colours including black, pink, red and blue. Over the next few weeks, Paula returned more often with a range of accessories, including many silk and wool scarves and a number of corsets from simple stomach clinchers to elaborate leather boned corsets that Paula enjoyed putting me into, most with a locking zips that meant they were not coming off until either Paula or Jennifer (always Paula at the moment) released them. Finally my range of wigs grew extensively from honey blonde to Auburn and even jet black. As you can imagine, by now the wardrobe in the spare bedroom in my apartment had a growing collection of female clothing that I was beginning to enjoy wearing on a daily basis, from the minute I arrived home from work to all day Saturday and Sunday when I was at home. At no time did Jennifer demand that I wear female clothing outside. My shoe collection remained small from a pair of knee length black leather boots and a pair of black leather pumps but both with high heels, which I was slowly getting the hang of.

What I was enjoying most as the weeks went on was Paula’s company. While contact with Jennifer was infrequent on a business / professional level, it was non-existent on a personal lelvel. Paula came by more and more often and by the time Christmas party session came around, Paula was coming around every other night for dinner and time in front of the TV. I was beginning to fall for this girl who was out of reach due to both our chastity belts and the fear of what Jennifer would do if she realised that we were spending so much time together.

Christmas was on a Thursday this year and I had taken extra leave from work, which meant I was off for two weeks. This meant on Tuesday 23rd December in the evening, I was sitting at home in front of the television wearing one of my favourite outfits:

• My stomach was reduced using one of Jennifer’s evil stomach clinchers of leather, which wrapped twice around my waist and held fast using tough Velcro.
• I was wearing a black satin, gel filled bra, which Jennifer had also kindly provided some additional breast implants to give me a convincing female chest.
• A matching pair of black satin panties felt great under the warm and luxurious 120D Black Lycra tights that kept my legs toasty in this cold winters eve.
• I also love the tight black cashmere, polar-neck sweater that hugged my semi female form and the blue denim mini skirt that really didn’t hide too much at all.
• I wanted to be comfortable tonight so I gave up the idea of my favourite high heeled leather boots for some lower heeled pumps that were certainly much more comfortable.
• Finally, I’d chosen a long auburn wig that I had tied up tonight in a pony-tail to stop the hair continuously falling over my face, which I have to say is rather annoying!

So here I was; sitting in my lounge, dressed as a girl and watching TV, which had become my usual routine since receiving Jennifer’s instructions several weeks ago. It was then I thought I heard a dull ‘thud, thud’ on my apartment door. Not that the dull ‘thud-thud’ wasn’t strange enough but anyone wanting access to my apartment first had to pass the security system down stairs but what was even stranger was what I saw when I took a look through the peep hole. Please remember that I was dressed as a girl so opening my front door was simply out of the question. Anyway, back to tonight and the image I found on the other side of my apartment door:

I’ve seen plenty of Burka’s while working in London but never one this close up. The strange looking female (I guess) trapped behind my apartment door kept using her head to knock on my door.

“Who us it,” I asked?

All I got in response was a muffled response, which was not clear at all. I then had to make the decision to open the door, even though I was dressed as a girl but clearly this poor girl was in trouble and was seeking my assistance. As I opened the door, the black figure shrouded in silk from head to toe with only her eyes visible from a the postage slat in the built in black headpiece, fell into my arms and muffled an unrecognisable garbled message to me as I grabbed her limp body. I could only guess she was gagged behind the mask of her head to toe Burka.

“Come in and sit down over here,” I asked in a sympathetic voice as I helped the poor girl to my leather couch.

As she looked into my eyes, I recognised that look and even though all I saw two big brown eyes looking straight at me, through a sea of black silk, I had my suspicions that my guest was actually Paula.

“Paula is that you,” I asked, again in a quiet sympathetic tone?

The black figure nodded and I asked if she wanted me to remove her Burka, which again got me a nod in response to my question. First of all, I removed the large leather handbag that had been placed over her left shoulder and then I then tried to lift the headpiece off Paula’s head but soon realised that the Burka was in one piece and I had to get Paula to stand up so I could lift the heavy silk from her entire body, revealing a bound and gagged girl below. Standing in front of me was the thirty-four year old girl that I was growing more fund of during each visit over the past month but tonight the tables were turned. Paula was gagged, by a thick leather padding held tight by a buckled strap running around the back of her head, behind her long brown hair. Her dress was fantastic and looked to be made of the finest leather that incorporated an incredibly tight built in corset that gave Paula a superb hour-glass figure. The dress was clearly designed with a bondage theme in mind and came down from the tight collar around her neck to the just above her knees. Her legs were clad in the thickest black Lycra / velvet tights I’d ever seen and these disappeared into the knee high leather boots. What was most interesting about the leather dress was the built in armbinder that imprisoned Paula’s arms tightly behind her back in a zipped enclosure that I was in no doubt was locked shut by the gold padlock at the back of her collar. I have to say that Paula looked so beautiful tonight in her leather bondage dress with her pert breasts push up by the tight corset and out by the simple fact of her arms been bound behind her back.

I could see Paula knew I was admiring her but she was insistent I remove the gag by the way she looked up at me and garbled some incomprehensible grunts at me.

“Okay Paula, turn around and I’ll unbuckle the gag,” was my suggestion to Paula who took no time at doing exactly what I suggested.

It was as I pulled her hair over her right shoulder did I come across my first obstacle.

“Paula, this gag is padlocked, where is the key,” I asked in frustration?

Paula mumbled another response and point her leather clad, bound arms at the large leather handbag that lay on the floor nest to the back silk Burka that she’d worn only a few minutes ago. I had no option but to rummage through Paula’s handbag until I found a ring of keys.

“Are they in here Paula,” I asked and she nodded in response as I started the painstaking job of finding the key that fitted the lock on Paula’s leather gag.

On the fifth or sixth try, I found the key that unlocked Paula’s gag and soon it was unbuckled and she was able to stretch her jaw.

“Thanks David so much,” were Paula’s first words.

She then went on to tell me that after two months of being locked in the chastity belt she’d had enough and went over to Jennifer’s to demand freedom. Jennifer then apologised and took Paula down to see the new basement dungeon and explained that if Paula could wait until Boxing Day, she would get some well earned release. They then kissed and Paula explained how Jennifer tricked her into an early Christmas present, the leather dress she was wearing now.

“So what was the basement like now,” I asked Paula?

“I guess the evil bitch is preparing the dungeon of two salves now as there are two cells side-by-side; both with a barred door.”

Paula went on to explain that she had gone over to Jennifer’s at ten this morning and found herself being locked in one of the cells until noon, before being offered the early Christmas present and therefore being tricked into the leather bondage dress she was now wearing and had been since just after twelve today.

“So how did you get here Paula,” I went on to asked?

“Well David, Jenifer kept me locked up in one of her new cells until 4PM. Before pulling the fucking Burka over my head, she locked the gag on. She then drove me into town (Glasgow) and dropped me off outside central station before driving away. This gave me two options, (1) I walk the two miles to my apartment on the south side or (2), I walk the two miles to your apartment and here I am.”

“So Paula, you walked two miles in the Burka and with your hands bound in the dress,” I questioned her again?

“Yes David, what option did I have,” asked Paula. “At least if I came here, I know you would look after me but if I’d gone home, how would I have contacted you or another friend to release me?”

I then approached and hugged Paula as she was clearly in distress from her two-mile journey to my apartment. She then looked up at me and our lips locked for the first time. I guess after a month of each other’s company, we couldn’t hold back any longer and the passion flowed freely between us, even if sex was out of the question because of the fucking chastity belts!

“Paula, do you want me to get you out of the dress,” I asked Paula after we broke for some air?

“I’d love to David but unfortunately I have nothing underneath except my underwear,” replied Paula.

“I don’t mind either way sweetheart,” I responded. “I do love how that dress looks on you, even if it renders your arms useless!”

We both broke down into hysterics again and fell onto the couch, kissing some more. It was clear Paula hadn’t eaten all day so I went about cooking her some dinner and then taking the time to feed her slowly, which was a brand new experience for me.

“Paula, after dinner, if you would like to be free of the dress, I’d be happy to drive you home and help you,” I offered in a sympathetic voice.

“David, that would be wonderful, responded Paula.”

“That’s no problem Paula but first I need to get changed into some male cloths,” I explained.

Paula then admitted that she really liked me wearing feminine clothing and did I have the nerve to go out dressed as I was? We discussed this a little longer and I allowed Paula to talk me into wrapping up and going out dress as a girl. After dinner Paula instructed me on wrapping my enormous fleece scarf around my lower face and puling on a hooded jacket that only left my nose and eyes showing. As I had no coats for Paula to wear, I talked her into putting the Burka back on and we would look a right strange pair driving to the south side in my new Audi R8. To cut a long story short, it was a buzz and within ten minutes of leaving my apartment, we were safely in Paula’s ground floor flat, me removing my coat and scarf before removing the heavy black silk Burka from Paula.

“Actually Paula, I’m not sure if I want to help you out of that dress as you look so gorgeous in it,” I explained in my most teasing voice.

“If it fitted you, I’d suggest you try it for six hours and see how you feel with your chest squeezed by the built in corset and your arms aching from hours being trapped behind your back,” responded Paula.

“Okay then,” I said. “Tell me which keys will unlock the zip and I’ll get you out of it?”

I then reluctantly unlocked the rear zip at Paula’s collar and pulled it down the back of the armbinder, which hid the maze of lacing that I now had to untie before Paula could be freed. That done, I was able to pull the zip down at the back of the dress and help Paula out of your leather prison, which gave her amazing relief after hours of bondage.

“Thank you David, that feels much better,” explained Paula as she stretched her arms before heading towards a well earned toilet break.

Paula returned to her lounge ten minutes wearing a pink fleece towel robe, holding a plastic bag in her right hand.

“David,” explained Paula. “Jennifer gave me this to pass you to several days ago. It is a black silk Burka, just like the one I wore today. It is for you and Jennifer had asked that we both go round to her place on Boxing Day but we both must by dressed in a certain way, wearing our Burka’s.”

We then sat down and drank coffee while Paula explained the rules for Friday (Boxing Day), when she would get a taxi to my place in a taxi and collect me, before heading over to Jennifer’s. We were both to wear the heavy red satin dresses with our legs covered in black Lycra tights and both wearing knee high leather boots. We were then to cover ourselves by the black Burka’s and arrive not before and no later than 3PM. This worried me but Paula then went on to say that she now wanted to be rid of Jennifer’s enforced chastity and we should take revenge on her as soon as possible. After some persuasion, I agreed with Paula and at 10PM, I took the plastic bag with the Burka inside and wrapped up warm, covering my face before heading home, still dressed as a girl.

Christmas day went well and I spent the day with family on the other side of town. Paula also spent Christmas Day with her parents in Lanarkshire and we talked on the phone during late evening just like a regular boyfriend and girlfriend, which was becoming very exciting. Friday morning arrived and I slept in until around eleven when the phone rang and it was Paula. She wanted to let me know that there had been a slight change in plan and she would get a cab over to my place around one o‘clock and we could get ready together before going over to Jennifer’s. I was a little puzzled about the sudden changes and Paula explained that Jennifer had demanded that Paula put me into some bondage before going over to her place. I explained to Paula that I was uncomfortable about the changes and Paula in her normal relaxed tone, calmed me down and said she would take good care of me.

At 1:15, Paula arrived at my place, wearing her red satin dress, thick tights and knee high boots. She wasn’t wearing her Burka yet and carried it in a bag. To keep out the cold, Paula had worn her heavy black wool full length coat and had a very long black cashmere scarf wrapped around the lower part of her face. I was already dressed in my red satin dress, which was surprisingly warm but this was already over a tight stomach clincher and padded bra, not forgetting the 120D thick Lycra tights.

“Are you ready pet,” asked Paula as she removed her coat and scarf?

‘Pet,’ this was getting serious, I thought but hey, who was I to complain?

“Yes sweetheart,” I responded as Paula asked me to turn around and allow her to lock my wrist in a pair of standard issue US police handcuffs.

Paula then asked me if I still had the gag I’d taken off her on Tuesday and I pointed her to the bottom drawer of my bedside cabinet where I’d put it away after I dropped her home. Paula then kissed me and apologised before gagging me. She finally lifted the heavy black Burka and slipped the cloak over my head, allowing the material to slide down, covering my entire body. That completed, Paula checked I was okay and then proceeded to cover herself in the Burka she’d brought with her in the bag; the same Burka she’d been forced to wear on Tuesday. That done it was time to call a cab for the short ride to Jennifer’s house.

While it was only a fifteen minute ride to Jennifer’s, I must have been scarlet below the mask of my black Burka. Paula didn’t say much as she directed the taxi driver and paid him as we got out of the cab, right outside Jennifer’s large house. We made our way up to the front door to be greeted by Jennifer wearing black long corset dress with high heeled leather boots and a whip in her right hand:

“Good evening ladies,” were her first words as Paula and I climbed the four steps and into Jennifer’s hallway.

Paula was at least able to respond to Jennifer with a ‘good evening mistress Jennifer’ but I on the overhand, could only mumble into the leather gag that kept me speech-free for the meantime.

“You did a good job restraining him,” explained Jennifer as she praised Paula for getting me prepared for the short trip to her place.

“David is a good slave mistress and gave me no problems,” explained Paula in a submissive voice.

“That’s excellent,” replied Jennifer. “Let’s get you both down to my new improved dungeon and you can settle in for the afternoon.”

In one hand, I was looking forward to seeing the changes Jennifer had made to her basement playroom but on the other hand, I was also filled with fear because I wasn’t in control of the current situation and I had good intelligence that I would spend lots of time in the basement cells, lock up and out of reach; with absolutely no idea when we’d get the opportunity to gain the upper hand and revenge of our unsuspecting mistress.

The walk down to Jennifer’s basement was familiar but as we opened the door into new improved basement, the carpeted sitting room that used to be there was now replaced by grey brick walls and a cold concrete floor. Along the end wall were two small vertical cages that would incarcerate one person each and then on the opposite wall were four sets of manacles high up, on short chains and the matching shackles near ground level on similar short chains. This new dungeon was certainly designed for two inmates but the next change was at the entrance into where the old cell and shower room used to be. The open entrance had now been replaced by a set of steel bars with a barred gate gaining access to the two cells and shower room behind. Jennifer used a key to unlock the barred door and directed Paula into the right hand cell, which was already open. As soon as Paula was clear of the opening, Jennifer slid the bars closed, locking them automatically with an unmistakable CLUNK!

“You next,” said Jennifer as she directed me to the next open cell.

As the bars slid closed with an awful CLUNK, Paula piped up from the next cell:

“Mistress Jennifer, can I please take the Burka off,” requested Paula in her now submissive tone?

“I suppose so,” Replied Jennifer in a slightly derogative tone, “but I guess I’ll have to remove David’s myself?”

Jennifer then unlocked the sliding barred door to my cell and slid open the bars to my cell. She then approached me and with some difficultly, lifted the heavy satin off my body, revealing a cross-dressed, gagged and handcuffed excuse (me) for a guy. I decided to play along and knelt down (with some difficultly due to the handcuffs) and tried to kiss Jennifer on her leather boots.

“Very good David,” praised Jennifer in an extremely supportive tone. “I suppose you want me to remove the gag?”

I looked up at the girl who currently controlled me and nodded so within only a few seconds, Jennifer had unbuckled and removed the thick leather gag.

“Thank you so much mistress, I really do appreciate your kindness,” were my first words. “Please mistress, I’d also be so grateful if you would unlock my tired wrists?”

This time Jennifer just looked down her nose at me and responded in a severe tone:

“Don’t push your luck David!”

With those words, Jennifer exited the tiny cell and slid the bars shut, locking my escape route out of the cell automatically. As Jennifer exited and locked the outer bars, she turned to both Paula and I and told us to relax for a few hours and she would be back to reward us for our obedience.

The next couple of hours were long and painful. Both Paula and I sat on our respective bunks and chatted to each other. At least Paula was free of any real bondage but as for me, my arms ached after quite a few hours of the handcuffs that kept my wrist securely locked behind my back. Paula was very apologetic about putting me into the handcuffs but I reassured her that I didn’t hold it against her and I just hoped we’d soon be free and move forward from this position of enforced captivity.

It was around 4PM when Jennifer returned now wearing a simple silk nightgown of bright red. She unlocked Paula’s cell and took her through the outer bars to the other room, where it sounded as if she was locking Paula into either one of vertical cages or one of the wall mounted manacle sets. I then heard Paula complain bitterly as Jennifer gagged her with the same leather gag that I’d worn on the journey over to this dungeon. As soon as that was complete, Jennifer returned for me and still handcuffed, I was also led out of my cell and through to the other room, beyond the bars.

“It is time to please me David,” demanded Jennifer as she pulled a king sized bed from the wall and popped it into place just opposite where Paula was now manacled and shackled to the bare brick wall of Jennifer’s new dungeon.

Jennifer then untied her red silk nightgown and as it fell to the floor, Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed and directed my head into her already soaking wet crotch, where I was forced to lick her into an enormous orgasm while poor Paula had to watch from the other side of the room.

“Fuck, that was good,” were Jennifer’s first words as she pushed my head away from her crotch and then announced I now had to service Paula, who was still gagged and attached to the opposite wall via heavy iron manacles and shackles.

Remember that poor Paula was attached the wall and was still wearing her red satin dress that matched the one I was wearing. Her legs were clad in thick black opaque Lycra tights, her feet and thighs in high heeled leather boots and there was also the other point of the steel chastity belt that she’d been wearing for several months. Jennifer went to the head of the bed that had folded down from the wall and opened a hatch that revealed a small safe buried in the wall. Using a four digit combination, Jennifer opened the safe and removed a set of keys, which could only hold the freedom to Paula and hopefully my chastity belt. Approaching Paula, whose legs were spread apart by the iron shackles, Jennifer hoisted up Paula’s dress and pulled down her tights. Using one of the keys just retrieved from the safe, Jennifer unlocked and removed Paula’s chastity belt. I could see the relief in Paula’s eyes as Jennifer then went to obtain some baby wipes from the shower room next to our cells and used the wet towel to wipe around Paula’s crotch in respect to the job that I now had in front of me. Without being ordered by Jenifer, I was now on my feet and walking towards the girl I’d fallen in love with and even better, Jennifer had absolutely no idea. I got down on my knees and buried my tongue into Paula’s open crotch and gave her an afternoon to remember. Paula mumbled her pleasure into the gag as loud as she could and I worked her up and let go several times before allowing her to explode with at least two months pent up frustration. That complete, Jennifer ordered me to my feet, wiped my ace with another clean baby-wipe and led me back to my cell and locked me inside. I could hear Paula scream into her gag as Jennifer (I could only guess) re-locked the steel chastity belt back around her waist.

Jennifer then yelled at Paula, “You’ll pay for that bitch!”

The next noise was one I’ll never forget and that was Jennifer whipping poor Paula before returning her to her cell, with her hands now firmly cuffed behind her back (just like mine) and with her mouth still gagged by the thick leather padding that she’d previously used on me.

“To add to your punishment Paula, I’m putting you back into the Burka,” yelled Jennifer as she worked the heavy black satin back onto my broken girlfriend next door and left, locking Paula’s cell and outer door on her route out of the basement.

We were once again alone in our cells but this time, I could only hold a one sided conversation with Paula. I was worried that Jennifer had hurt her but from the grunts I got in reply, it seemed that Paula was okay. It was around six when Jennifer returned with a tray of food for us both. In a methodical, no-risk approach to our current position, Jennifer unlocked each of our cells and only when she was back on her side of the locked outer bars did she remove our handcuffs. I went first so that I was able to remove Paula’s Burka and as soon as she was free from the heavy Satin, her hands were unlocked and she unbuckled her own gagged and handed the leather over to Jennifer.

“You’re both free for two hours,” explained Jennifer. Have your meal and take a shower or do whatever you want but I’ll be back at eight to prepare you both for bed.

This was music to Paula and I, so we sat in her open cell and ate the rather good beef stroganoff and drank the excellent red wine. As soon as we were finished, we slid the empty tray under the outer bars and went back into Paula’s cell for some mutual petting. We kissed and fondled each other for an hour, completely frustrated that neither of us could get past our respective chastity devices. We then took our first shower together and the kissing continued as we soaked ourselves under the piping hot water. That completed, we slipped back into our thick Lycra tights, bra and red satin dresses to wait for Jennifer’s return at eight.

Bang on eight o’clock Jennifer was back and handed us both zentai cat suits:

“You will both sleep in these each night you’re in my cells,” explained Jennifer as she handed Paula the smaller suit and me, the much larger version.

Both were shinny red and included built in hands, feet and hoods with no nose, mouth or eye holes. As Jennifer left us alone again, she said that she’d be back in twenty minutes but until then, we were to get changed into our new sleep wear, which was going to be a lot of fun. After only ten or so minutes, both Paula and I emerged from our respective open cells and laughed at each other in our new head to toe Lycra suits. Both had crotch zips so going to the toilet was going to be easy especially after Jennifer returned to lock the suit on us. As she approached the outer bars, Jennifer locked both our hands behind out backs again. Jennifer explained that she was taking extra precautions at the moment but I think she just enjoyed the power she had over Paula and I. Jennifer’s next job was to ensure our zentai suits were not coming off so first she used a small lock to secure both tabs on the double zipper mechanism and ensure they could be accessed. Jennifer then locked steel collars around our necks. Both steel collars had the words, ‘Property of Mistress Jennifer’ engraved into the stainless steel. Paula and I were now stuck inside these double layer shiny Lycra head-to-toe suits but at least we could take a dump or a piss via the large crotch zips.

“Okay,” explained Jennifer. “I’m heading out on a date this evening so you two are stuck in your cells for the night. As soon as I can get you both locked up for the night, I’ll remove your handcuffs but any funny business and you will be stuck in them for the night as well!

As much as I enjoyed having my hands cuffed behind my back, sleeping in that position tonight was not my idea of fun so like Paula, I accepted my current predicament and allowed Jennifer to lock us into our cells and remove the handcuffs without any fuss. The minute Jennifer was gone from the basement, Paula and I could resume our conversation.

“She’s going on a fucking date,” were Paula’s first words!

“My thoughts too sweetheart,” I replied.

“I think it is time to end this relationship and move on,” Paula went on to say in an extremely pissed off tone!

I asked Paula to take it easy and we could review the situation tomorrow but I did agree with her that three was already a crowd and there was certainly no room for another! We continued chatting for the next hour or so but at some point in the evening one of us fell asleep and the conversation ended. To be honest, I’ve no idea who fell asleep first but who cared, we both needed our sleep as Saturday December 27th was going to be an interesting day.

We both woke up around eight in the morning. After taking our various toilet breaks we lay on in bed and chatted to each other until we heard noise from upstairs.

“Here are my two slaves Christine,” were the first words we heard Jennifer say as she approached the outer bars with another girl we didn’t recognise.

Christine was a blonde, just like Jennifer. She was tall and slim but that was all we could establish as both were covered with thick towelling robes and both in bare feet.

“I love their shiny red suits Jennifer,” said Christine in a southern English accent.

“Yes, I thought they would be perfect sleep wear,” explained Jennifer as she unlocked the outer bars and allowed Christine to walk into the cell area ahead of her.

Christine then stood outside my cell and yelled at me; “Get up you ignorant piece of worthless shit! You should know your place in world by now and therefore, why are you not on your knees in total respect of your mistress Jennifer?”

As shocked as I was and without thinking, I jumped out of bed and went straight to my knees and bowed in front of both girls. I could hear Paula next door do roughly the same in fear that she would be next for some abuse.

“I think this one needs to learn his place in the world Jennifer,” explained Christine.

“I think he does love,” responded Jennifer.

Love, I thought. This is just too much for a first date and I was certainly not surrendering to another girl! One was bad enough but how to gain my freedom?

“Okay David, stand up and turn around so that I can cuff you,” demanded Jennifer as she asked Christine to do the same to Paula.

As soon as our cells were unlocked, Paula and I had our collars removed and the zentai suits unlocked so we could get showered and prepared for the day ahead.

“I think some sissy wear is in order for both of you today so I’ll be back in half-an-hour with your attire for the day,” explained Jennifer as she left us in the locked cell area to get ready.

Paula was very tearful as we showered: “How dare that bitch bring someone else into our lives David? It was just supposed to be the tree of us and she has just gone one step too far now! I want out and I hope you do too.”

“Paula,” I replied. “I do not want any of this either but neither you nor I are in a position to leave right now.  What if Jennifer leaves us locked in the chastity belts, we’re well fucked then.

Paula agreed that we needed to pick our moment and we continued preparing for the day ahead. Jennifer did return with two hideous lemon coloured, frilly satin dresses for Paula and I to wear. While I’d no problem getting the bra (white lacy) on by now, I did need help with the white satin corset, which squeezed my waist until I couldn’t breathe any more. I got Paula into her corset and laced up nice and tight, which allowed us both to pull on the thick Lycra white tights that Jennifer had left us. The dresses slipped over our heads perfectly but we hadn’t noticed the high puff collar that buttoned up our necks very tightly. Last but not least were the strappy high heeled shoes that we both had to wear for the day and that meant we were ready for whatever Jennifer and Christine had in store for us that day. Just after ten, both girls returned, both wearing matching lingerie sets consisting of white satin briefs, tight white satin corset, white stockings attached to a white garter belt and in both in incredibly high heeled white shoes. Both Paula and I had learnt our lesson the first time so be both got down on knees in fake respect of these two animals that controlled us (at the moment). We were instructed to turn around and while Christine handcuffed Paula’s hands behind her back, Jennifer did the same with me. We were then led upstairs and fed a superb breakfast. It would have been much nicer if Paula and I had been free and able to eat it on our own but this morning Jennifer and Paula were taking no risks and our hands remained locked behind our backs.

As soon as breakfast was finished, Paula and I were led back downstairs and shackled and manacled to the brick wall of the outer basement while Jennifer and Christine pulled down the fold-away double bed and made out with us both watching. I have to say they put on a good show and one that any hot blooded man would have been pleased to watch, even if he was shackled to a wall, wearing a sissy outfit. At one point, Christine strapped on Jennifer’s massive dildo and fucked her senseless.

“I think it is time to use and abuse David,” suggested Christine as she got up from Jennifer and removed the strap-on that had been used so well to screw Jenifer only minutes ago.

“I think that is a great idea Christine,” replied Jennifer.

Taking great care, both girls came over to me, unlocked my hands from the iron shackles and used a pair of handcuffs to lock my arms behind my back. That completed, I was taken over to the double bed and ordered to lie on my back.

“Jennifer, I’ve got an idea,” explained Christine as she suggested Jennifer should be shackled and manacled beside Paula.

Jennifer wasn’t sure but Christine was insistent and within less than two minutes, Jennifer was now a hostage just like Paula and I. This would be my best ever opportunity to be free but how to gain freedom with my hands still cuffed? As Christine mounted me, she came across her first obstacle, my chastity device.

“Jennifer, where is the fucking keys,” asked Christine?

“In the safe above the bed,” replied Jennifer and with Christine right beside Jennifer, the four digit code was whispered to Christine but I had a small hope that Paula had overheard the number.

Christine clearly wasn’t as practiced as Jennifer as was able to watch her key in the code 4-5-3-1. With the bunch of keys in her hands, Christine was able to unlock my chastity device and started to pull my sissy dress up so she could mount my growing cock. While I hadn’t had sex in far too long, I really wanted it now but not with Christine so I had to get some freedom to overpower this mad woman.

“Mistress Christine,” I asked in a submissive voice. “MY hands are hurting very much and I could pleasure you much better if you could please loosen the cuffs?

“Don’t do it,” yelled Jennifer from the other side of the room!

“It is alright Christine, I promise I will not do anything stupid,” I replied. “It has been over a month since I had any relief so there is no way I’m going to risk anything.”

“I understand David and since you asked so nicely, I will help you,” said Christine in a calming tone.

This was my big chance and as Jennifer pleaded with Christine not to take any risks, I rolled over onto my stomach and Christine started the job of unlocking one of my wrists. As soon as the right cuff was released, I jumped at the chance to take control of the situation by taking a tight grip on one of Christine’s arms as she tried to reposition the cuff. She was too slow and in seconds I’d turned around and did my utmost to twist Christine’s right arm behind her back. She was in shock and Jennifer didn’t help by yelling expletives from her safe position shackled to the far wall.

“Shut the fuck up Jennifer,” yelled Paula as she spurred me on to take control of Christine.

That job was now well in hand as I’d now grabbed both Christine’s arms and had them forced uncomfortably high behind her back. I couldn’t cuff her as the only handcuffs to hand were still attached to my left arm but I did force Christine to drop the keys as I manhandled her to her feet and in the semi direction of the cell block. That was my goal as I pushed her hard in the direction I wanted, using pain as the only weapon open to me as I twisted both her arms as high as I could when she became uncooperative. It wasn’t long until we were inside the cell Paula had spent the night in and I ordered Christine down onto her knees. My job now was to release her arms and get back to the barred door as soon as possible, locking Christine in before she had time to react. This wasn’t too difficult because she was on her knees and I was still on my feet, bending her arms uncomfortably high, causing maximum pain and maximum discomfort, allowing me to completely control the situation. I shouted at Christine to stay down as I let go of her Arms and in one move I was out of the cell, slamming the cell door closed.

“You’ll pay for this you bastard,” yelled Christine who wasn’t happy in her new locked cell!

“Tough shit bitch,” was my response as I left her to rot while I went back to make a decision on the next job in hand (Jennifer)!

As soon as I was back in the main basement Jennifer and Paula were yelling at each other. Jennifer complaining at Paula and I taking such liberties and Paula yelling at Jennifer about how she took advantage of our submissive nature to gain complete control and brining an outsider into our world.

“Jennifer you brought this upon yourself you idiot,” I explained as I picked up the key-ring that Christine had dropped on the bed in the recent struggle.

My first job was to unlock and release the handcuffs that were hanging uncomfortably from my left wrist. That done, I dropped the cuffs on the bed and went over to Paula and we kissed passionately for the first time in quite a few hours.

“I knew there was something going on between you two,” yelled Jennifer!

“What do you expect Jennifer,” replied Paula. “You forced us together and what a fantastic job you did. David and I fell in love quite a few weeks ago and now it is our turn to have a little fun on your behalf!”

It took me several minutes to find the right keys to unlock the iron manacles and shackles that pinned Paula to the brick wall. As soon as she was free, it was time to find the key to her chastity belt.

“Let’s get you out of that fucking contraption Paula,” I explained as the third key I tried slipped effortlessly into the lock and with a single turn and a ‘CLICK,’ Paula’s belt fell open.

“I’ve got an idea,” shouted Paula as she was finally free of the steel chastity belt that Jennifer had forced her to wear for so long. “Let’s put it on Jennifer!”

I responded by kissing the new love of my life and we headed back to Jennifer who by now was in a rage but couldn’t do much under the control of the tight iron manacles and shackles that she had allowed Christine to put her into. As Jennifer was driving us both mad, I went over to the toy cabinet and retrieved the leather gag that Jennifer had forced us both to wear over the last few weeks.

“This should shut you the fuck up,” I shouted to drown out Jennifer’s screams as I forced the gag into her big mouth and buckled it behind her twisted head.

Now that Jennifer was silenced it was time to lock the chastity belt around her waist. She trashed as best she could but it didn’t take much for Paula to pull down her satin panties and pull the waist of the chastity belt around her waist. I then brought the crotch strap up from the back and with a single CLICK, Jennifer was about to get a taste of her own medicine. With Jennifer now silenced, belted and still shackled to the wall, it was time for Paula and I make out and we fell onto the fold-down bed and made love for the first time with our new prisoner trying hard to protest behind the leather gag.

As we finally came up for air, Paula and I sat up in the bed and we looked at each other:

“David, what are we going to do with her,” asked Paula?

“I think we should get her cuffed and into my open cell Paula,” I replied.

We then got up as naked as the day we were born and stood in front of Jennifer, me picking up the handcuffs that had now fallen on the floor.

“Are you going to give us any trouble Jennifer,” asked Paula in a serious tone?”

Jennifer nodded and tried to shout behind the gag causing me to go over to the toy cabinet again and retrieve the leather whip Jennifer had used on Paula last night:

“Are you going to give us any trouble bitch,” I yelled as I brought the leather whip cracking across Jennifer right stocking cover thigh.

Jennifer let out a muffled scream behind the gag and shook her head as I raised the whip for another trashing. I then explained that Paula was going to unlock her hands but not her ankles. Any resistance would cause me to whip her ass again and Jennifer was to allow Paula to cuff her hands behind her back. Jennifer nodded in agreement as I should back, whip in my right hand and marvelled at the precision of Paula’s resolve to have Jenifer cuffed and locked into the open cell as soon as possible. As soon as Jennifer arms were cuffed, Paula unlocked the shackles and I watched in glee as Paula walked a handcuffed and gagged Jennifer to the tiny cell block and locked her in the open cell, leaving her handcuffed and gagged just like Jennifer had done to Paula yesterday.

“That should keep them out of trouble for a while,” explained Paula as she locked the outer bars and returned to me as we fell onto the bed kissing some more.

The big question in both our minds was what to do about Jennifer and Christine and also what to do about me. There was plenty of cloths that Paula could wear while here at Jennifer’s but only female cloths for me, which actually pleased Paula as she loved me wearing female clothing. We therefore agreed to get dressed in the is sissy dresses again and go upstairs to make ourselves a nice lunch while enjoying each other’s company, free of all bondage for a few hours.

Both Paula and I spent Saturday afternoon eating Jennifer’s food and drinking her wine, while both Jennifer and her pain-in-her-ass, friend ‘Christine’ remained locked in Jennifer basement cells. At around five, Paula and I prepared them both some dinner and wine. We took our time to prepare a really nice meal and we even added some red wine to the two trays we carried back downstairs. When we approached the outer bars, both girls stood up and approached the locked bars of their tiny cells. Jennifer couldn’t speak as she was still handcuffed and gagged but Christine was determined to get her point across:

“This is fucking kidnap and false imprisonment,” yelled Christine!

“Christine, calm down,” I replied. “This is just a consensual sex game that you and Jennifer willingly took part in this morning. Nothing has changed except the tables are now turned and you’re a tad pissed off. Do you want a meal or do you want me to come in there and whip your bare arse?”

Christine reluctantly accepted her position and sat back on the cell bunk while I pushed the tray under the bars to Christine inside. Paula then asked Jennifer to back up to the cell bars so she could reach through and unlock her handcuffs. This meant Jennifer could remove her own gag and pass the messy leather padding and attached strap back through the Paula. Paula then slid the tray under Jennifer’s cell bars.

“I thought you enjoyed your position as my slave Paula and you seemed to really enjoy David’s added company,” asked Jennifer in a disappointed tone.

“Well Jennifer, I did,” responded Paula. “I really did enjoy your dominance and then two months ago when you brought David into both our lives. I hated being locked into the chastity belt for so long and I tried to explain that to you time and time again but you ignored me. I think this constitutes neglect of your slave and now David and I are in charge.”

“How long do you plan to keep Christine and me in here for,” asked Jennifer?

“As long as we want,” replied Paula. “You’re also going to be wearing that chastity belt for at least two months so that you can appreciate the frustration David and I were forced to endure so get used to it girl, you’ll be wearing that steel belt for a while!”

Paula and I then retired to the dining room to enjoy some dinner and wine of our own and we discussed what we’d do to Jennifer and Christine next. I had an idea that we should put them in a compromising position and video the action so we could then threaten to post the action on YOU TUBE if they tried to use this reverse in roles against either of us. Paula thought that was a great idea but where were we to get a video camera? I explained that I owned one of the new mini digital camcorders and I also had an excellent digital stills camera. We therefore had to get to my house to pick up the cameras but there was no way I was going out dressed as a sissy in a lemon frilly dress. Paula agreed that she would take Jennifer’s car and drive over to my place and get the cameras and even pick up some male cloths for me while she was at it. I thought this was perfect so I set about clearing up after dinner, while Paula got dressed into her red satin dress and thick black tights and boots to head out to my apartment.

As soon as I had cleared up in the dining room and kitchen, I headed back down to the basement to collect Jennifer’s and Christine’s trays.

“Did you enjoy the meal girls,” I asked in a sarcastic voice?

Both were actually positive and complementary about Paula’s and my cooking but I had ideas to prepare these two for what Paula and I had in mind. I went back to Jennifer’s toy cabinet and picked up two Hiatt speedcuffs. These rigid handcuffs are used by cops all over the UK and they are great because you can lock someone into them, with no chance of escaping themselves, even with keys. All you need to do is ensure the victims hands can’t reach the keyhole by making sure the keyhole is pointing away from their fingers.

“Okay girls, it is time to get you both ready for your next adventure,” I explained as I returned to my two prisoners.

I then got both girls to back up to the bars and I locked their wrists (behind their back), ensuring the keyhole on the handcuffs were pointing up and therefore completely out of reach of their fingers, even if they got hold of handcuff keys. I then double locked both sets of handcuffs fairly tightly around Jennifer’s and Christine’s wrists so neither girl would be slipping out of their bondage. I then left them both again and headed back upstairs to put away the dirty dishes and clear up before Paula returned.

Paula was back around seven o’clock with a bag of my jeans, polo-shirt, boxers, socks, a fleece and a pair of shoes. She’d also found both camera’s so we were ready for a little fun.

“Paula, I think we should blindfold them both first, so they can’t see the comers,” I explained before went downstairs to play with our slaves.

“That’s a great idea David,” replied Paula as she went upstairs to Jennifer’s bedroom to retrieve two long dark silk scarves from Jennifer’s vast collection.

Paula managed to pick up a very long black silk scarf and a dark blue massive silk square scarf, which would do perfectly for what we had in mind for Jennifer and Christine. As soon as we were back in front of the two cells, I took care of Christine while Paula took care of Jennifer. Taking the massive blue silk scarf, I folded it into a thick band and as soon as Christine was out of her cell, I placed the thick silk padding over her eyes and brought both ends twice around her head and tied of the two ends behind her head, trapping her long blond hair. Paula had done the same with Jennifer and we led both girls out and back to the bed, which was still horizontal and in a position for our two captives who were still wearing their white silk underwear. Remember Christine now had no knickers on at all as I’d grabbed her as she was just about to fuck me and Jennifer’s crotch was now imprisoned in her own steel chastity belt.

“Hold on a sec,” I said just before both girls got on the bed.”

I had another great idea and took the steel collar that Jennifer had forced Paula to wear last night and locked it around Christine’s slim neck. I ensured the stainless steel collar was flush to Christine’s neck but not too tight because unbeknown to her right now was the collar was going to be staying on her neck for quite some time to come. I started kissing Christine and rubbing my fingers into her crotch to get her in the mood and Paula started kissing Jennifer, who responded just as well. We then ensured both girls tongues met for the first time and they were off and so was my digital camcorder. It was a great sight to watch and both Christine and Jennifer moaned hard and were extremely vocal as they started biting each other nipples and Christine even persuaded Jennifer to go down and suck her clitoris. Jennifer could receive no such treatment from Christine as her crotch was belted and no one was giving her pleasure for the next month or two. The whole episode was making Paula and I Horney as hell and we kissed behind the camera as Jennifer and Christine really got hard into their session using only their mouths due to the simple fact both their hands were tightly cuffed behind their back. We did however let Christine come but only because it made great television. As soon as she blew her load, we extracted an extremely frustrated Jennifer and popped her into one of the vertical cages followed by Christine into the other vertical cage. After taking some more digital stills photographs, Paula opened the cages and undid both girls’ blindfolds before locking the cages closed again. I started taking more pictures and both girls went into a rage that I was photographing them in such a compromising position.

“Listen carefully girls,” I explained. “Paula and I have your little love session on video and plenty of pictures. If either of you try and blackmail either Paula or I, these pictures will appear in many e-mail inboxes and the video on YOU TUBE with plenty of people told that the videos exists and who the two female stars are!”

“You fucking bastard David,” yelled Christine!

“Paula, bring that little bitch out here please because she has a lesion to learn,” I requested and that said, Paula retrieved a screaming Christine for the tiny cage.

One of the things I hadn’t explained previously was Jennifer had moved her hoist to the outer basement and I was now lowering the chain down so within a few seconds, I had Christine’s handcuffs attached the chain and was raising it back towards the ceiling, forcing poor Christine into a very, very uncomfortable position, with her arse stuck in the air. I then went over to Jennifer’s toy cabinet and retrieved a big red ball gag and a leather whip. Paula had the pleasure of stuffing the massive rubber ball into Christine’s big mouth and strapping it behind her head.

“That should keep the bitch quiet for a while,” explained Paula in an extremely sarcastic voice.

I then raised the whip and brought it down hard across Christine’s bare as with an almighty ‘WHACK!’ Christine screamed into her gag but I didn’t wait until she received the next ‘WHACK!’ Three more whack’s of the whip followed and I released an extremely tearful Christine back to the tiny cage, with the massive red ball still stuck in her mouth. I asked Paula to gag Jennifer with the other red ball gag and then asked Paula if she fancied some fun. I took the long black silk scarf that Paula had recently used to blindfold Jennifer and I wrapped it twice around her head, tying off the ends at the back.

“Would you mind if I handcuffed you Paula,” I asked, reassuring her that I wanted to give the girls a frustrating show from there neighbouring cages?

Paula agreed and I used the standard American police issue handcuffs that I’d recently escaped from earlier and locked Paula’s hands behind her back. I then lowered her onto the double bed and started kissing her all over her body, including rubbing my tongue into her Clit, causing waves of pleasure to penetrate through her entire body. Paula started yelling for more and this was a side I’d never seen before in Paula so I took the large blue satin scarf that I’d recently used on Christine and tied a knot in the thick padding, before forcing it between Paula’s teeth and tying the ends behind her head, effectively silencing her while I continued to pleasure her in full few of two very frustrated girls handcuffed, gagged and locked in neighbouring cages. Paula bucked as I licked her Clit harder and harder and finally I couldn’t hold back any more and I climbed on top and forced my prick hard into her pussy causing both Paula and I come within seconds of each other.

We rested for five minutes but I still kept my love handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded but I felt sorry for Paula and removed the gag first, causing Paula to demand more kissing, which sent us into a second round. It was around 10PM when we finally finished and I released Paula from the handcuffs and the black silk blindfold.

“That was fucking fantastic David, thank you so much,” praised Paula. “Let’s get those two back to their cells for the night and we can go to Jennifer’s bed?”

It didn’t take much persuasion and within five minutes, both Christine and Jennifer were safely back in their cells, uncuffed and free of the gags.

“Now you two ladies don’t go away anywhere,” I laughed as Paula and I locked them up for the night, retrieved the camera equipment and left the basement and our two salves warm and snug for the night.

During the night Paula and I hatched a plan to release Jennifer and Christine on the Sunday but it was going to be an interesting plan to execute and one we both very much looked forward to.

The next morning Paula and I ate a cooked breakfast and headed down to the basement with coffee and bacon rolls for our prisoners.

“How long are you going to keep us David,” asked Christine?

“Until Paula and I get fed up with you Christine,” I replied.

Christine then went on to say she had work to go to on Monday morning and she had to be home tonight.

“Well Christine, you were happy to play along with Jennifer on Saturday night and yesterday morning so you know what happens when you play with fire,” I explained as I passed the tray under the bars and into Christine’s cell.

Paula and I then went upstairs to get cloths for both girls to wear today. Both were a similar size so we manage to come up with an acceptable plan:

• Paula would wear a black satin French maids outfit with fishnet tights and black bra.
• Jennifer on the other hand would wear the same lemon frilly sissy dress that she made Paula wear yesterday with a fresh white bra and white opaque tights.

We then found the highest pair of heels we could get the girls to wear but before heading back downstairs, Paula and I showered and got dressed. For the first time in what seemed like ages, I wore the jeans and polo shirt that Paula had brought for me and Paula slipped into one of Jennifer’s plain black dresses with a simple pair of black opaque tights with her leather boots. She looked absolutely gorgeous and I told her quite a few times before we headed back to the basement to deliver the attire to the waiting girls in the cell block. Jennifer was first to be released from her cell and allowed to shower in front of Paula and I. She was free of any bondage but I held a whip in one hand and the rigid speedcuffs in the other hand. Jennifer had been warned that any funny business and she would be whipped as Christine was yesterday evening. As soon as Jennifer was locked into her cell, it was Christine’s turn to shower. Again, she gave us no bother at all and within fifteen minutes both prisoners were locked in their cells and dressed for whatever Paula and I had in store for them today.

Paula and I really wanted rid of Christine so it was left to me to dispose of this arrogant blonde that tried to ruin our little threesome. While the two girls remained locked in their cells, Paula watched TV, I got a taxi back to my apartment to pick up my car and head back to Jennifer’s so we could take Christine home. As soon as I retuned and kissed Paula for ten or fifteen minutes, it was time to put our plan into action and for me to return Christine back to her house in Bearsden on the north side of Glasgow.

“David, before you take Christine home, I would like you to lock me into Jennifer’s cell,” requested Paula?

Paula then went on to explain that she wanted to talk to Jennifer and explain to her why we’d turned the tables on her this weekend and why things would change for a while until Jennifer made a decision that either involved or didn’t involve just the three of us.

“I think that is a good idea Paula,” I replied. “I think as an added precaution, I’m going to handcuff you both so that neither of you can hurt yourselves or each other.

“I think that’s a perfect idea David,” responded Paula so we both headed back downstairs to the basement playroom.

Once in the basement, we picked out two sets of HIATT speedcuffs. The same two pairs we’d used on Christine and Jennifer yesterday. Paula and I then approached the two cells and while Paula handcuffed Jennifer, I handcuffed Christine and we both ensured that the same security precautions were used today so both keyholes were pointing up so neither could free themselves, even with keys. Paula and I then went back to the main part of the basement and I used the standard S&W handcuffs to cuff her hands behind her back.

“Are you sure about this Paula,” I checked?

“Yes David, I’m very sure,” responded Paula as I clicked both her wrists behind her back her back and we kissed before taking her back through to the small cell block.

Jennifer stood up and approached the bars as I led Paula handcuffed towards her. I then asked Jennifer to sit down as I unlocked her barred door and let Paula walk straight in and sit down beside her.

“Here’s your new cell mate,” I explained as I slid the bars closed, locking them once more.

I then approached Christine’s cell and unlocked it.

“Christine, it is time to go home,” I said as I ushered her to stand up and leave the cell.

I then suggested she said goodbye to Jennifer and Paula while I led her out into the main basement, locking the outer bars as we left.

“Surely you’re not taking me home looking like this David,” requested Christine?

“Not exactly,” I responded as I lifted a black Burka that Paula had left earlier on the folded double bed.

“You’re not expecting me to wear that fucking thing,” argued Christine as I slipped it over her head, pulling the mass of heavy black satin, down over her entire body.

“You have two choices Christine,” I explained. “You can either go home after having your arse whipped again or you can go home now but for either option, I’ll be driving you home and you will be wearing that Burka!”

Christine then complained a little more but went quietly as I led her outside to my car, which was parked in Jennifer’s driveway. Her house was surrounded my tress so it was fairly private but I have to say that we got some odd looks from other drivers as we headed across town to Bearsden. We chatted on route and Christine was keen to know why Paula and I had rebelled:

“It’s very simple Christine,” I explained. “Both Paula and I have known Jennifer for a long time and we were prepared to share her but Jennifer broke this trust by inviting a stranger into our weird but wonderful world. You also tried to have sex with me, without my permission and while you might think it was okay because Jennifer allowed, it would still have been rape.”

“I suppose I can see where you are coming from David,” responded Christine. “I am a dominant person and I too have known Jennifer for quite a few years. We met up again on Friday night and she asked me back to see her slaves so I assumed that Paula and you were both cool with the arrangements. Anyway, you are taking me home now and I assume you will free me on arrival?”

I did agree to remove Christine’s Burka and her handcuffs but I did say that Paula and I thought she should keep the stainless steel collar for a few weeks as punishment for her uninvited dominance.

“What do you expect me to do to cover the collar,” asked Christine as panic grew in her voice.

“Very simple,” I replied. “I’m sure you have quite a few polar neck jumpers and blouses with high collars. It is winter and you have the option of scarves, which are very much in fashion these days but I can promise you this, you will be wearing it until Paula and I agree to remove it!”

I then reminded Christine that Jennifer would be wearing the chastity belt for a few months so she should think herself lucky that we didn’t give her the same treatment. By that point in our conversation, Christine had directed me into her secluded driveway in the suburbs and I followed her to the front door and used her keys to open the door and turn off the alarm system. I closed the door behind us and offered to remove the heavy black satin Burka, which Christine was glad to be rid of.

“I’ve no idea how Islamic woman wear these fucking things,” commented Christine.

We then laughed as I unlocked Christine’s handcuffs and she even invited me to stay for a coffee.

“I thought you hated me Christine,” I asked while accepting her hospitality?

“I don’t hate you David,” explained Christine as we headed into her kitchen. “I actually enjoyed myself over the past few days. I am a dominant woman but really quite enjoyed seeing the over side and even though you whipped my ass, I really want to thank you for what you and Paula both did. I am sorry that I nearly stepped over the line and while I have no option but to accept this fucking collar, I would please ask that you consider taking pity on me as soon as possible.”

We then continued to chat over a coffee but soon it was time for me to make my excuses and head back to the south side and check on Jennifer and Paula. The trip back was quite fast but I was driving my prized Audi R8 and taking the empty Burka and speedcuffs back downstairs to the basement, I couldn’t wait to see how Jennifer and Paula were getting on.

“Are you ladies okay,” I asked as the outer bars were unlocked and I approached the locked basement cell, holding Jennifer and the new love in my life (Paula).

“We’re fine David,” replied Jennifer. “You know, I’m really happy for you both and I’m sure you’ll both make a great couple. I want to apologise for taking such advantage of you this weekend and I shouldn’t have brought Christine into this situation without your permission. I know I’ve stepped over the line and I’ll accept whatever punishment you both hand out.”

Paula then looked at Jennifer and explained, “Jennifer, we accept your apology but think you should understand what it is like to wear that chastity belt for a few months. I also want David to get the other collar and lock that around your neck also. You have some great cloths that will hide it and I know you have a great array of scarves so while it will be a tad uncomfortable, I think two months will teach you a hard lesion.”

While I headed to the toy cabinet to fetch the spare collar, I could hear Paula telling Jennifer that we would both trust her to dominate us sometime in the future but for now, it was her trun to submit to us. Jennifer wasn’t too happy about having a stainless steel slave collar locked around her neck but another few hours in the cell alone, would get her used to the idea. I then led Paula out and re locked the barred door, explaining to Jennifer that we were collecting a few of our favourite toys and preparing to leave but we would release her before we left. I unlocked Paula’s cuffs and placed them back into the toy cabinet. I had plenty of my own handcuffs so didn’t need any of Jennifer’s but Paula and I actually quite liked the Burka’s so took both home with us, including the bright red, shiny zentai suits we wore on Friday night / Saturday morning. I packed them into my car and then returned to give Jennifer back her freedom. Both Paula and I went back down to the basement and led Jennifer out of the cell, still wearing the French maids outfit with her hands cuffed behind her back.

“I’ll give you the same warning I gave Christine earlier,” I explained to Jennifer. “Any trouble and I will whip you ass before leaving you to find your own keys to the handcuffs.”

That said, Jennifer gave Paula and I no trouble as we released her hands and hugged goodbye. Paula and I then left together for a well earned meal in a Glasgow restaurant.

                                                                       

May be continued

Ed Kilpatrick

EdKBound@Gmail.com