Under Control

Thank you for the comments made about my story. I had never intended on any of my characters being under age so here is a revised part 1 where I have corrected my mistakes. I hope you enjoy

I always enjoyed seeing girls wearing swimming costumes and bikinis. I thought it was the simple fact you could see their curves perfectly and I enjoyed watching them move, but I soon started to think it could be more. It was the simple fact that when swimming the only thing separating their naked bodies from me, was the swimming costume. This always excited me. It excited me so much that I wanted to try it.

I had been interested in BDSM for four years, watching videos online, reading stories, fantasising about girls being tied up when I decided to try tying myself up. At first I would use dressing gown ties to secure my legs together. Then I would get more adventures and tie my hands about a foot apart behind my back. This led to me learning new ways of cuming. I found that by thrashing about on my bed, and squirming, rubbing myself on the bed, that I was getting hard and was able to make myself cum. It felt so good, having my dick grow harder until it started to pulse, I could do nothing but cum underneath me on my stomach and the bed. This soon became a problem as I knew it would start raising suspicion of my parents. I was only 18 at the time and still lived at home.

I opted one day to steel my younger sister’s swimming costume. I didn’t know what had come over me that I now wanted to try wearing it. It felt weird at first, stepping into it naked and pulling it up to cover my dick. It was oddly smooth and elastic enough to cover me but tight enough that I knew I was wearing something. My sister is quite a bit smaller than me, about a foot smaller, so I had to work my way into it, but it felt good to wear it. I found myself having a hard dick as soon as it was on so I started to tie myself up immediately. I came within seconds of lying down, and it worked my cum didn’t go everywhere.

As time went by over the next year I enjoyed tying myself up, wearing the swimming costumes I had stolen from my sister, but kept needing to find new ways to excite myself. At that time my parents told me they were going on holiday for a week and I would be left alone. They mentioned they knew it was my birthday when they were away, and would be leaving some money for me to enjoy. Instantly I knew what I would do.

Since becoming interested in BDSM I had bought a few items, rope, handcuffs and PVC tape, but now I wanted more. I ordered some more rope, a ball gag, a set of butt plugs, a head harness with a ball gag attached, a blind fold and, although I knew I couldn’t use it on myself I had always wanted a bull whip, so I ordered that as well. I had ordered well over 200 pound worth of stuff but I knew it was going to be a good week.

Four days later my parents were leaving the house, telling me a key had been left with the neighbours in case of emergency and to have a good week.

Don’t worry, I will; I thought to myself as I said bye. When the door closed I went and got my stuff ready.

My toys were due to arrive the next day, my birthday, but that wasn’t going to stop me having some fun. I opted to wear a bright pink swimming costume, one I hadn’t worn yet, and got rid of my other clothes. I tied rope around my ankles, securing them tight together. Then tying some rope around my right wrist I laid down on the bed on my stomach. I threw the quilt away and put my wrists as close to each other as I could, behind my back tying the rope around my left wrist. This left a gap about a foot long. With the excess rope left at the end I tied it to my ankles effectively making me hogtied. I struggled a bit until I was ready to cum then forced myself to stop, feeling my hard dick under me pulsing over and over again. After what I guessed was ten minutes my dick started to go down so I struggled again until I was erect then stopped. I did this a total of six times until I knew if I did it again I would explode. I was now sweaty but cold and wished I had the quilt, but instead I accepted how I had left myself and fell asleep.

I had had a restless night’s sleep and woke up very early. My arms and legs felt only slightly cramped probably because I had previously slept in a similar fashion, but my neck was sore and I was shattered. I undid my bonds and got up. Part of my plan for the week was to only wear either a swimming costume or no clothing. As it was my birthday I decided to wear what I had on. Prior to my parents leaving I had written some ground rules for me to follow and I was determined to do so. Number one was no clothes unless they were girls’ clothes. Number two was no food for at least the first three days; I was on day two and starved already. Number three ways no cuming for at least the first three days, but I was to make myself hard and ready to come at least four times a day. Number four was to sleep in an uncomfortable position every night. There were others but these four were the main ones.

I spent the day in the pink swimming costume I had on. It was a little smaller than the others and I really liked the feel of it on my body. It was tight over my chest and bum and when my dick was hard, pulled it tight against my body, showing off all six and a half inches nicely. I had decided it was my favourite one and if possible I would wear it all week.

About four in the afternoon the door bell rang. I put on a dressing gown, this was the only time I was allowed, and answered the door. The post lady handed me a large box, which I signed for and left. Now I was excited, my presents had arrived. I closed the door and took off the dressing gown. Then I opened the box. Inside were all my new toys. I had to try them out, so I carried the box upstairs. I took out the rope, which was bright pink to match the costume, and placed it down next to the blind fold, the ball gag and head harness and the butt plugs. I left the handcuffs and the ball gag in the box, I would use them tomorrow. It then occurred to me I didn’t have the bull whip, but was too excited to be worried at that moment. All I needed to do was think of a good place to tie myself up for the night. I went into the hall and looked around then I thought of it, I would make myself sleep on my knees.

At the top of the stairs leading to my room there is another set of stairs that go up to the roof space. This stair case turns back on itself crossing the first floor landing and has wooden posts up the outside with a banister on top. I decided I would tie myself up right underneath the stairs with a rope holding me up. I went back to my room, and although it was only half five decide to tie myself up now.

First I took a bottle of lube on selected a middle sized butt plug. There were four to choose from so I chose a four inch one. Having never put anything in my arse before I was both nervous and excited to get started. I never thought of myself as doing this stuff in front of anyone but the idea of a bit of humiliation excited me. I gently placed the plug against my arse and pushed it in. It took a few minutes for my muscles to relax, then I could push the rest it. I suddenly felt very odd, a mixture of being full yet almost ticklish as well. I adjusted the swimming costume back over my arse so the plug was concealed and couldn’t move. I then took the rest of my toys out to the landing and knelt down under the stairs. Using the new pink rope, I tightly tied my ankles together making sure they couldn’t move. I was now hard again but tried to enjoy what I was doing without thinking too much about cuming. I could do that later when I was tied up. I took a small piece of rope and tied it between my ankles effectively cinching the rope around them.

Next I picked up the head harness with a red ball gag attached and placed it in my mouth. It kept my mouth wide open and made me drool a bit. I pushed it as far in as I could and found I could pull a bit tighter at the back to get the tightest hole for the buckle. I buckled it up and felt happy I wouldn’t be able to get it off without my hands being free. Experimenting I tried to talk, but all that came out was �mmmm mm mmm�. There were still gaps around the ball and the sides of my mouth, but not big enough to allow me to talk. My dick was throbbing now and felt like it might explode. Remembering my rules I decided to relax for a few minutes and let my dick settle. It took at least five minutes before I could finish buckling up the head harness straps round my head. It had a padded area which sat over my nose, so I had to breath around the ball gag. Above the nose pad was a leather strap that ran up the bridge of my nose and over the back of my head to be tied to the ball gag buckle. A chin strap completed the harness. My head now felt completely secure.

It then occurred to me that it was going to be hard to tie my hands behind my back in a way that if I fell I would not land on my stomach. Thinking quickly I came up with a dangerous but exciting way. I effectively tied myself a noose. It was a simple sliding knot at the end of the rope that I would put my head into, tightening it so I was kneeling upright. If I fell in the night the rope around my neck would waken me up and I could adjust my position. At least I hoped it would work that way.

With one end of the rope having a noose in it I stood up and tied the other end to the staircase above me. I left the noose hanging higher than my neck would be when I knelt so when the rope was pulled tight it would then be the correct height.

This is it I thought to myself. I placed my head through the loop and gently lowered myself to the floor so I was kneeling. The rope around my neck was tighter than I thought it would be. I thought about adjusting it but then thought it’s not affecting my breathing and my rules do say to be uncomfortable. I’ll be fine. I then proceeded to place the blindfold on, tie my wrists together as best as I could, then grabbing the rope cinching my ankle rope tie my wrists to my ankles tightly.

My dick was pounding hard; I could feel some pre cum on my belly, every little movement made the rope around my neck pull against my skin, making my dick ache even more. I desperately wanted to touch it, to give it a stroke to ease my frustration. I tried squirming as best as I could but got nowhere. It only tightened my knots more and made me almost loose my balance a few times. I don’t know how much time passed but my dick slowly went down leaving me thinking about what I was doing and what I wanted to do in the morning. As I drifted off to sleep my belly started to rumble.

I woke twice in the night due to me losing my balance. Each time my belly reminded me I was starving and because of this it took me even longer to fall back to sleep.

Ding dong, ding dong.

I woke up to the door bell ringing. For a moment I forgot what I had done and tried to call out coming but instead a faint mumble escaped my mouth. The door rang again and I hoped that I hadn’t been heard.  Something was posted through the door and I heard footsteps leaving the house. Then next doors door bell rang. I heard Katherine answer the door, and a minute later close it. Shit I thought. It must have been the post man trying to deliver the whip and instead they’ve delivered it next door. I tried to find the knot tying my wrists to my ankles at that moment but realised I couldn’t grab it. I then tried to pick the knots holding my wrists but couldn’t get my fingers around the rope. Now I was in trouble. I thought shit If I don’t free myself then I might starve or be found by someone. I tried to calm myself and started trying to pull at the knots.

I must have been trying to release myself for at least ten minutes when I heard Katherine next door talking to Beth, her younger sister.

I thought Jack was going to be in this week so why is he not answering the door to pick up his parcel?

Beth answered I don’t know. We could take it round and see if he’s in. If not we always have a key and could leave it at the bottom of the stairs.

My heart was now racing. Would they seriously consider coming into the house just to leave a parcel for me? What if they find me? I’ve got to get free!

Yeah that sounds like a good idea. Let me get my shoes.

Shit! Shit shit shit! I couldn’t free my wrists or ankles. I was stuck. A front door slammed shut and then the door bell rang. I kept as still and quiet as I could. Again the door bell rang. Then I heard a key in the door, and the door was pushed open.

Where should we leave it? Du think it’s okay to leave it on the stairs or should we put it in his room? I heard Beth ask Katherine.

I guess there’s no harm either way. Then again we’re in the house so we might as well go upstairs with it.

Crap I thought to myself, there was nothing I could do. They started to climb the stairs, everything slowed down to me. I listened intently to what was happening, I could hear their breathing, their feet moving them closer to me. I took a breath in and could sense their perfume.

What the hell is going on? Katherine asked.

What do you ....;

Beth had clearly joined Katherine at the top of the stairs as she didn’t finish her sentence.

It must have been quite a sight. In front of them was a 19 year old boy wearing a bright pink girls’ swimming costume, with his hands and legs tied behind his back, pink rope tied around his neck and pulled taught. A blindfold covering his eyes and a red ball gag and harness in and around his face.

Bright light flooded my eyes and I had to screw them up so I wasn’t blinded. When I opened my eyes Beth was trying to see if I was okay. I nodded yes. She then went round the back of me to try and loosen the ropes but stopped when Katherine came out of my room with a wicked grin on her face. She called Beth over and the two of them went into my room.

What are they doing? I wondered to myself.

As if to answer my question both girls came out the room, Beth was holding my rule list and Katherine was holding the two boxes of toys. Beth, who was 18, was wearing tight blue jeans that showed off her slim long legs perfectly, she had a white t-shirt on and looked like she was wearing a black bra. Katherine, who was 17, was wearing a black going-out top which was see-through on her shoulders and stomach. She wore a black short skirt with netted tights and black high heels.

I like your set of rules, bitch. That’s what I think I’ll call you from now on Jack. At first I thought someone had tied you up and left you here but that didn’t seem quite right seeing as the house hasn’t been burgled, so I had a look around whilst Beth was checking you were okay. That’s when I found your boxes of toys and decided to open your last parcel. I am curious though. How were you going to use this last toy, your whip, on yourself? Or maybe you wanted it to get delivered to us so we would come and find you like this? Then we could use it on you for you. I think that is a nice enough explanation to all this (she said whilst pointing up and down at me tied up), and I will happily oblige and take you up on the offer of being your mistress. I’m sure Beth will as well. I’m assuming by the fact you’re tied up and we’re not, that we’re your new mistresses and you’re our unworthy slave. I’ve heard of this type of kinky stuff before, but i’ll have a look online later and find ways to ‘please your needs’. Should be fun; well for us at least. I see you’ve already given yourself some rules. I don’t remember allowing you to do so, so that’s one punishment you’re owed already. They seem to be on track with our thoughts, although I have a few changes I think I’m gonna make. Number one will now be you wear what you are given. Number two will be you eat when your mistresses deem you worthy of eating. Number three will change to no cumming without permission from your mistresses. When we do allow you to you will thank us and beg us to punish you for your disgusting need. Number four will be you sleep when told to and not before. We can get rid of all your other stupid rules and replace it with number five; you no longer have any rights, human or other. All your rights are no subject to change how and when we see fit.

Katherine showed me the rule board up close and then looked at Beth.

As if to agree with her sister, she came forwards and grabbed my hair pulling my head backwards. She said, You are now my slave. You are now Mistress Katherine’s slave. We own you and will use you how we see fit. Your new name for now is Bitch. You will not speak unless you have permission to do so, you will obey every command we give you, without hesitation, and you will not break any of the rules written on that board or you will be punished severely. We will do what we want with you; even punish you for no reason if we wish. We will use you like a new toy, we’ll even share you with our friends or with strangers if we want to but don’t forget what happens when people get bored of their toys. Toys can be broken, sold or even forgotten about and left to rot, and if you start to bore us we may have to forget you, or maybe sell you to the highest bidder.

Katherine then walked round the back of me and grabbed my wrists. She pulled them tightly together and wrapped more rope around them holding them together. Then I felt rope being pulled around my arms, just above my elbows. The rope started to squeeze my elbows closer together. I started to moan. My elbows were moved slightly closer still then the rope was tied off. The rope around my neck was cut and I fell forwards landing on my stomach and moaning. I could hear the girls laughing at me. Next my legs were secured with rope tied just above my knees. My legs were pulled up and Mistress Beth pushed my chest up and back so Mistress Katherine could tie my ankles tightly to my wrists. I couldn’t help but moan, I had never been pulled so much in my life and I had no escape, no way to plead with them. All I could do was moan, which just made Katherine and Beth laugh. Mistress Katherine then went downstairs and came back a minute later with an old dog lead, left over from when my parents had a dog. Together they lifted me up onto my knees again but this time I was bent back slightly due to the hogtie. Mistress Katherine attached the dog lead to my head harness and while Mistress Beth held me upright, the lead was attached to the stairs above. When Mistress Beth let go I was held up by my head, and able to swing and rotate.

There you go. Tied up like the pig you are. Bitch, you almost look like a pig that’s been hogtied waiting to be slaughtered. Katherine said, whilst Beth laughed.

I was struggling to understand what was happening. I could only see their faces now one smiling at me and the other laughing. My body was so sore, and was swinging slightly. Mistress Beth then came over and asked, Is today your third day of being tied up?

I tried to nod but couldn’t.

And have you had now food for three days? Again I tried to nod but this time moaned as well.

I guess we should feed you then, shouldn’t we? she said with a wink. Can’t have you starving and dying on us before we have the chance to have some fun with your pathetic body.

Katherine said; don’t be too long, I’ll wait downstairs.

Beth called after her, don’t worry I don’t think he’ll take too long. He’s too pathetic to be capable of lasting more than a minute, like a real man.

She ran her hand down my body to my dick which annoyingly sprang into life almost instantly. Beth laughed and started to stroke me till I started to moan loudly. She pulled the swimming costume to one side, to get to my hard dick properly. She then held up a glass she found near me and continued to stroke me; teasing me and making me squirm. All of a sudden my dick exploded and I moaned loudly for what felt like minutes. When I came down off my high my dick was back where it was before and Beth was holding the glass half full of my cum. She held it over my face and poured it over my gagged mouth and face. Cum dropped off my face onto the ground below as well as some going into my mouth. The taste was so overpowering that I gagged; but she kept pouring until the glass was empty. I had to fight to swallow my cum quickly to get rid of the taste. Once I was finished and started breathing again normally, Mistress Beth slapped my dick five times with her hand, each blow harder than the one before. When I finished moaning loudly in pain she said

you have three seconds!

Thinking quickly I tried to say;

Thank you Mistresses for allowing me to cum. Please punish me for my disgusting need.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. I moaned again as my dick was hit three more times.

She got up and walked away leaving me hanging there.

Don’t worry Bitch. I did notice that you came without permission and I’m looking forward to punishing you twice tomorrow with that new toy of yours. I especially like how the leather is split into tassels at the end for extra pain.

I moaned in response and she just laughed.

Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it, and if you don’t at least your Mistresses will. Well its only 1 so you have plenty of time to think about it. I’ll see you tomorrow, that is if nothing better comes up. I’ll try to not forget about you, although how could I when I’m so excited about whipping you. Anyway, happy birthday Bitch. Enjoy it; it might be your last!

And she walked back down the stairs. I heard the front door shut and knew I was once again alone, only my condition was a lot worse than it was just 24 hours ago.