Slave Wife
Chapter 1 - The Discovery
"What the hell is going on around here Trisha? I asked.
"None of your damn business you son of a bitch!" Trisha snapped at me.
Let me take a second and explain what is going on here. I will start with a
little history. I work from home on most days but once a week I go to a client
site to work on their security. I spend the rest of the week at home hacking
that company trying to find as many ways into their systems as possible.
Usually I can access the payroll and accounting systems and some other
classified info as company drawings, email and other systems.
My wife does not work. She stays around home and does the usual cleaning.
Nicole, my wife, will also go out with her friend Trisha shopping and so on.
Nicole and Trisha have been friends now for about 10 years. I know they have
had each other on multiple occasions. Usually it happens when I am out of town.
I don't mind it; actually I really like the idea of those two at it. My wife is
5'7" with brown hair down to her lower back. She would not be very happy with
me saying her weight but due to her current situation she is not in much
position to fight. My wife ways 147.3 pounds exactly. She is not extravagantly
sized but is a nice 34C. Trisha is 5'6"ish and about 140 or so pounds. She has
shoulder length brown hair, which is usually in a ponytail or braid of some
sort.
I had a meeting to attend in Chicago at a client site. Since I live in
Columbus I decided to fly there. The meeting went with little issue and it was
let out early. I was planning on staying the night since this was supposed to
take two days but I got an early flight back into Columbus. The flight as usual
was uneventful except for a mild security scare at the airport.
As I pulled into the drive I saw that Trisha was over. I was hoping that I
might actually catch them at it. I got out of the car and went up the walk.
After stepping inside the house I could smell a strong sent of sex. They either
were or just did have sex. I put my coat in the closet and walked into the
living room where I just about died. They were still having their little fun
but not the way I expected. On the floor was my wife. She was on her knees
with her arms drawn between her legs. Her face was pushed to the ground. She
was wearing a very shiny rubber suit, which covered from head to toe. She also
had some very high eels on. At first I thought they were 4 or 5" but later I
measured them at 6". Her suit had holes for her breasts, which appeared to be
rather squeezed by the openings. There were also opening for her cunt and ass.
On the suit there were little D-Rings on the knees, elbows, shoulder, and
thighs. There were clips on the side of her ribcage that hooked to the knees
keeping her bent over. She also had what looked like a very thick hood on also.
Her ankles and wrists had cuffs with master locks on them. There was a bar that
ran across the back of her ankles. From the back I could see that her ankles
and wrists were cuffed to the bar. Nicole's ass and cunt were nice and neatly
presented to me. Her cunt, ass, and suit were all very wet and I could tell
that it was her juices that had made everything wet. Her ass had a butt plug
and there was a nice sized vibe sitting there buzzing away. Every now and then I
would hear her moan or see her twitch but not much.
Just as I was about ready to go over to her and look more closely Trish walked
in the room. She was a bit pissed about seeing and started yelling at me. She
accused me of snooping and trying to get what I could never have. I just idly
looked at her. She was dressed from the head down in a skin tight suit like
Nicole's but Trish's had no clips or rings on it. After listening to her ramble
for 5 minutes I told her to shut up and pusher her onto the couch. She yelled
and cursed me out more. I just took off my suit coat and tie and put my lap top
bag in the corner. Trisha yelled and threatened me more. Apparently I pissed
her off by being home. Nicole tried to thrash around but only did so for about
30 seconds. Then she just twitched. I figured she heard me and was trying to
get my attention or hide. Trish by this point walked over to me and grabbed my
hair. She yanked my head about 3 inches before my left hand went to her hand in
my hair and my right hand went to her right nipple. I pulled on it hard and she
let go immediately and yelped. Nicole just stayed where she was. I pulled
harder on her nipple causing more tears and cries from her. I tossed her onto
the couch and told her if she moved I would remove her nipple. She sat their
nurturing her nipple and crying softly.
I walked over to an open bag on the floor and noticed a nice set of toys, of
which I assumed were Trish's. I rummaged through every so often glaring at
Trish to make sure she went nowhere. I got a 2 pair of and cuffs out and tossed
one to her. After telling her to cuff her ankles she said no and I did was
point to my nipple. She bent forward and cuffed her ankles together. The
reason why I had her do this was so she could not get creative and decide I
needed to sing in a higher octave. Knowing that her legs were now succumbed I
went over to her and tossed her on her stomach. I pulled each hand behind her
and cuffed them. I then pulled her into a sitting position.
"Trisha it is a real simple, you tell me what I want to know or we will
escalate this situation. Now what the hell is going on? Why is my wife the way
she is?"
"Listen up you little fuck. Your wife has been my little toy now for a year.
She made a bet and lost. Since she lost the bet she has been my little
plaything. You were to fucking stupid to realize it!"
I got up and walked over to the bag and got a set of clover clamps. I walked
over to her and snapped them on each nipple as hard as I could. I apparently
got the point across when she looked down and saw a trickle of blood. "Now
Trashy Trisha, you can either do this the nice way or the hard way. I don't
care which way but you will cooperate with me. No more swearing or I can find
something for your clit." She shook her head no at that. "Answer my questions
when I ask them or this can get VERY painful. Now what is going on here?" Trisha
was still crying. I could also see that she was very shaken.
"Sniff. Sniff. Nicole and I have been having sessions on her behavior while
you are gone. We have been doing this now for a year. When you leave she is
put in some form of bondage from cuffs to this or even some more."
"I am assuming her thrashing is due to her hearing us, correct?"
"No," she stated. "She has to mini ear pieces with stuffing over them. The
helmet has 1/2 inch thick ear pads over the ears. The earpieces are pumping
white static into her ears. She has total sensory deprivation. She thrashes and
shakes every so often because of the dildo in her." She smirked at this. "The
head of the dildo is pushed up right to her cervix. The head is inflated
slightly to keep her from expelling it. The vibrations on her keep her close to
orgasm but it also painful with the dildo pushing on her cervix. She has been
like this now for about half and hour now."
"Hmmm..." I sat there thinking for a minute. I looked over at Nicole and she
was still there twitching. I could hear here moans. I looked over at her and
said, "Where is the microphone for her earphones." She pointed over to the end
table. I looked over. It was a regular wireless mic. It was like the ones
that they were on Jerry Springer. I walked over and picked it up. I went back
over to Trisha and sat right next to her. "You are going to tell her that you
will be removing the vibe and plug. You will then be walking her downstairs to
the basement, where she will be secured. Ok?"
She shook her head. I put the mic to her mouth. "You hot in their sweetie?"
She twitched a bit and trying to shake her head but it did not move well. "We
are going to be moving to a new spot. I am going to be removing the vibe and
plug then we move to he basement. There the next part of your torture." I
turned the mic off.
I got up and removed Trisha's handcuffs. I pushed her to the floor and told
her to do her work. She looked at her ankles but I just stared at her. She
crawled over to Nicole and deflated the vibe. She removed it and Nicole moaned
pretty loud through her gag. Trisha then removed the plug from her ass. The
plug was pretty clean so I am assuming she was given an enema earlier. I will
have press that later. Trisha then released the cuffs from the bar and Nicole's
hands went to her cunt. Trisha quickly clipped them to her waist by the hooks
and rings. She then released the hook holding her bent over. I walked over to
her and unlocked the cuffs around her ankles.
"Help her stand and walk her downstairs slut." I was pretty amazed that my
Nicole and Trisha did this. They had conspired a year on this and get away with
it.
We walked towards the stairs. On the way I grabbed the bag and the mic. It
took about 20 minutes to get down the stairs. Once we were in the basement I
motioned Trisha over to my work area in the basement. Since I do a lot of
computer work I have large table areas that that have anchor point for power and
cable tie downs. In this case it is perfect for hands and such.
"Lay her on the platform Trisha. Then use these tie downs to hold her down."
I tossed her the tie downs. She spread eagled her and tied her down. Nicole
idly tried pulling on the restraints not really expecting to escape.
I reached in the bag and tossed Trisha 4 large wrist and ankle cuffs.
"What the hell are these for?" asked Trisha.
"First thing you swore. Second. Put them on now."
"You can't make me. I don't have to listen to you."
"You are right but you will or I can clip your clit. If you do put them on
now I will remove your clover clips." She hesitated and thought for a second
then she huffed and put on the ankle cuffs. The looked at me and realized that
she was going to have to do it. She placed her wrists in and sealed them. I
walked over and padlocked each of them.
"You know the next part dear, spread 'em." She laid down and spread herself
wide. I tied her also with the banding ties. I then removed her clovers and
she shook and cried a bit. "Now we have fun."
I walked over to Nicole and lifter her head. She pulled it away a bit but I
still held on. I reached for the zipper at the base of the skull. I pulled it
up and pulled the helmet slowly off. When I got the helmet partially away from
her skull, I pulled her hair through the hole in the helmet. All the hair under
the skull was wet and matted. I pulled it all the way off. Nicole blinked
trying to readjust her eyes to the new light. She looked over to her left and
saw Trisha. Her head flew around until she saw me then stared at me. Her gag
was still in place along with the earplugs. I opened the mic and said, "Dear I
am so ashamed of you. Slutting it around like a little bondage whore. We will
defiantly have to change the way things happen around here. For tonight I am
going to leave you with the earplugs in. I will however remove the gag. If you
say one word, I don't care how small and trivial I will stuff it in and leave
you all night with it. Ok?" She shook her head. I removed the gag and kissed
her deeply. I then reached between her legs and pinched her clit hard. She
screamed real loud partially due to no hearing. I opened the mic. " You two
ladies have fun tonight. I will be back at 8:00 am tomorrow. I have some
thinking to do tonight."
I flipped off the mic and tossed it on the ground. I then went upstairs and
sat in the couch. I looked at the floor where my wife was earlier. I saw the
puddle of her juices there. What am I going to do with these two?
