FFF
BOOK 1
Chapter 1
Jill could picture herself counting the money already. Her old room mate had given her the idea
before she moved out. Without Traci
living there, she was going to have to get rid of the apartment anyway. Uptown
Traci had been a
good room mate, but had moved in with her new boyfriend last month. She had paid her half of the rent through the
end of the lease. Unfortunately the
lease ended this month. Jill had known
that Traci was barely scraping by herself.
She had asked her where she had come up with all the new found
wealth. She doubted that it was coming
from Traci’s new boyfriend Ted. He was a
great guy, and definitely nice to look at, but unless he had inherited a big
chunk of money, he was broke too. Traci
had danced around the subject when Jill had first confronted her, but she
finally spilled the beans. She had been
working for a kinky modeling agency. It
was called Triple F, or FFF. It stood
for Fetish Fantasy Fulfillment. At
first, she told Jill, that the work really wasn’t that bad. By the fourth job, it had gotten really
strange. It was all strange, but the
last time was too strange for her. It
was kind of an escort service, she explained, but there was definitely no sex
allowed between the employees and the clients.
(At least that was what she had been told) It was just freaky rich
people that paid ridiculous amounts of money to have the escorts come work for
them in kinky attire.
Traci had work
four different jobs with FFF. The first
one had paid her one thousand dollars and the company got two. She had to dress up in lingerie and clean a
man’s house, while he sat and watched her most of the time. She suspected that at the times he wasn’t
ogling her, he was off somewhere masturbating.
Although it had seemed a little scary to her to have the man leering at
her as she cleaned, he had never acted improperly, and never touched her. Traci stated that the agency screened their
clients very carefully. She further said
that they were the only agency in the
Jill was doing
the math in her head. One thousand
dollars for eight hours of work. That
was one hundred and twenty-five dollars an hour! “Why didn’t you ask the guy if you could do
it outside the agency in the future?”
Jill asked. “You could have made
twice as much money and he still could have saved some.” “If you did it, say twice a week, you could
make over a hundred grand a year and only have to work sixteen hours a
week.” “I wish it was that simple” Traci
replied. “You have to sign a contract
with the company that says you won’t do that.
They showed me a bunch of legal papers from lawsuits of girls who had
tried that. They sued them and won every
time. The girls are in debt for the rest
of their lives. Triple F has their bases
pretty well covered on that one.”
Traci had then
told her about her second job. It had
been as a topless server for a birthday party for a kinky guy. Three other girls had worked with her. It had only consisted of serving dinner and
drinks. They had been dressed in short,
black leather mini skirts, black leather bow ties, and matching stiletto
heels. Traci was really proud of her
breasts and didn’t think it had been that bad, seeing she wasn’t the only one
on display. The downside was that it
only paid six hundred dollars. The
upside was that she had only worked three hours. She admitted that she had been a little
embarrassed, but all in all it was worth the money. She had then decided to work for the agency
for a few months and then get out when she had put away some money.
Every job started
at the company headquarters where she got in costume. She would then be blindfolded and driven to
the client’s location. She wasn’t
allowed to know where she was working to respect the client’s wishes. The very rich liked their privacy. She would do the job, and then be picked up
and driven blindfolded back to the agency after it was done. When she came in for her third job, she had,
had second thoughts about going through with it. It was an S&M job. She new she could walk away at any time, or
refuse any job, and was wondering why she hadn’t refused this one when they had
first called her. Her costume had
consisted of a rubber nun’s habit complete with rosary. She was told that the client would supply the
rest of the props. On went the
blindfold, and into the company van she had gone. When the man opened the door, she wasn’t
terribly surprises to see a fifty something, overweight, balding man dressed as
a school boy. She had been briefed on
his likes and dislikes. Traci had spent
the entire day belittling him and spanking him with a wooded paddle and a
ruler. He seemed to thrive on the
humiliation. He ejaculated at least ten
times throughout the day, and was happy as a clam when she forced him to clean
it up every time. She found the whole
thing distasteful, but since it was a participant booking, one where she was in
direct interaction with the client, she made twenty-five hundred dollars. She had weighed the pros and cons on the
return trip to the agency, and decided that the money won.
About a week
later she had been surfing the job listings on the company agency’s website
using the password they had supplied her.
It allowed her to get onto the employee section on the site and view the
available jobs. She saw a job that paid
ten thousand dollars. It was a four day,
live in position over a holiday weekend.
It involved fetish clothing and bondage.
She would be the one who would be bound, but the ad stated no S&M
would be involved. The idea of being
tied up for a weekend in kinky clothes didn’t thrill her, but the money
did. “When was this? One of the weekends you were staying over at
Ted’s place?” Jill asked with a raised
eyebrow. “At least you thought so, and
he thought I was out of town with you” Traci replied with a wink.
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BOOK 1
Chapter 2
It had begun with
The woman was in
the cabinet again. After a few moments
she buckled a thick leather belt snugly around Traci’s waist. The buckle was in front where she couldn’t
reach it. It was about two inches wide
and had a metal belt attached to the back.
The woman padlocked the handcuff chain to the ring. She shook Traci’s restrained right hand. “By the way, my name is
She punched a
four digit code into the keypad and the belt separated on one side of the waist
and at the crotch piece in front. “Your
waist is twenty-six inches, correct?” she asked.
The belt was a
snug fit as
The driver’s
voice was familiar, and she knew that he had taken her to jobs before. “
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BOOK 1
Chapter 3
Her escort led Traci up what seemed to be a very long walk and then rang a doorbell that sounded like a gong. After a moment the door opened and she was surprised to hear a woman’s voice. She had been told that the client was a man. “Sign here” the driver said. “I’ll be back for her on Monday at eight in the evening”. Traci felt like a package, as she heard the driver’s footsteps retreat down the walkway. A tug on her leash pulled her forward. “Welcome” said the woman. “Please come inside”. Traci followed the pull of the leash and decided that she really didn’t have a choice. She heard the van start back up as the door closed with a thud. She was a bondage play toy for the weekend whether she liked it or not.
She was led what
seemed to be a great distance and then the woman helped her sit in what felt
like an over-stuffed chair. “My name is
“This is about as close to insane as it
gets” Traci thought. She tried to
move her legs, but they had become one. “She tied my legs like I was going to go
blindly bumping around a house I don’t know while chained up like this. At least that awful ballgag is out of my
mouth”.
She removed her
hand from Traci’s and her other found Traci’s nipple through her T-shirt and
bra. She gave a gentle tug with her
thumb and fore finger. This time Traci
kept her hands planted firmly in her lap.
“You’re a quick learner, Traci.
Put your arms up above your head, straight out, like you are
surrendering.” She complied and
“What do you look
like?” Traci asked. “I’m not nearly as beautiful as you.” Traci thought she was going to leave it at
that, but after a long pause, she continued.
“I have dark hair that is straight, and shoulder length. My eyes are blue. I am white.
I’m five foot even.” That was as
much as she was getting. She tried to
picture
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Chapter 4
Constance left the room and returned with some more rope. “Do you want to stand or just sit while I do this?” “Do what?” Traci asked apprehensively. “I’m just going to test your flexibility a little bit by tying your arms with some rope.” Constance told her in a soothing voice. Traci was having problems balancing on her bound legs without being able to see. “I’ll sit, please.” Constance sat her on what felt like the corner of a couch. Traci felt her attaching a rope to the ring on the wrist strap of the right mitten, then a tug and Constance was releasing the handcuff on that wrist. Traci’s left arm was still fixed to the belt around her waist by the handcuffs. Constance gently twisted her right arm up behind her until her captive fist touched the bottom of her left shoulder blade. “Can you bend this far comfortably?” Traci nodded. Constance ran the rope over her left shoulder and then down over her chest between her breasts. Bringing it around, she looped it several times around her right elbow, bringing the elbow tight to her back. Then back up to the right mitten and through the wrist strap ring. She then repeated the whole process before tying the rope off at the right mitten. Traci’s right arm was trapped against her back. When she tried to move it, she could feel the rope attached to her elbow lift her right breast. Constance unlocked her left arm from the handcuffs, and brought it into the same position as the right one. She tied the ring on the left mitten to its twin. Traci realized that even before her left arm was secured to her body, that it was already trapped in that position. It didn’t matter anyway. Constance ran the rope over her right shoulder, and soon her left arm was a mirror image of the right. “There, how’s that?” she asked. Traci squirmed around a bit. She couldn’t move her arms much at all. She definitely couldn’t get lose, but it wasn’t all that uncomfortable. “It’s not too bad. “How long do I have to stay like this?” “Until I release you, of course. Don’t think that I’m done yet. You need to be able to really feel the bondage.” “O, I can feel it” Traci replied, moving her arms as much as she could. “You can just feel it in your arms and your legs. Your whole body needs to feel it. I’ll show you.” Constance continued wrapping the rope around her upper arm and over her right breast. She dipped it in between her breasts and pulled it snugly under the left one. She brought it around her left arm, just above the elbow, around her back, and over the right elbow. From the rope continued under her right breast and then over the left one, then back around, over her bound hands, to the right arm. Constance continued the figure eight around her breasts, alternating over one, and under the other until she had wrapped Traci’s chest eight times. On the last trip, she tied the rope at the juncture of the ropes between her breasts. She ran the rope up and over the back of her neck, brought it back down and tied the very end between her breasts. When she had finished, the ropes squeezed Traci’s breasts tightly from above and below, and she couldn’t move her arms at all. “See what I mean?” gloated Constance. “Before you were just restrained. Now you are totally helpless. There’s a big difference.” “I’m definitely helpless!” echoed Traci.
Constance untied
the ropes above and below Traci’s knees and then her feet. “Let’s get some circulation back into those
legs.” She said as she untied Traci’s shoes.
“But the rest of these clothes have to go first.” She removed Traci’s shoes and socks, and then
stood her up. “I didn’t bring any
clothes. Am I to be naked all weekend?” Traci asked, as
When she
returned, she slid a pair of ankle boots onto Traci’s feet. They felt odd. They had very high heels and an open area at
the front of her ankles.
After being led
around for about fifteen minutes, Traci became a little more accustomed to the
new shoes. Without the blindfold, or the
constant tug of the leash, she figured that she probably could have walked
normal in them. Her bound hands didn’t
help her with her balance either. At one
point, the phone had rung, and
“Would you like
something to drink, maybe something a little stronger than water?” “If this is
a test, I told you already that I really do need to go to the bathroom”. “You also said that you wouldn’t have a
problem holding it. It’s still your
choice. It’s just us girls tonight. There’s no reason that we can’t enjoy
ourselves.” “Do you have rum and
coke?” She was thirsty and she did love
rum and coke. “Certainly dear. I believe that I’ll have the same.” Traci heard her fixing the drinks. “Can I sit down? My feet are killing me.” “Back up three steps.” Traci obeyed and her legs bumped into a
sofa. She sat down.
“How about we
start with my legs?” Traci asked, wanting to stay un-gagged for as long as
possible. “No, you’re getting off easy
as it is. Open wide.” Traci felt something pushing against her
lips. She opened her mouth, and it was
pushed inside.
“Now let’s get
down to some serious bondage. I lied to
you about the gag, so that I wouldn’t have to hear you complain while I really
tie you tightly.” Traci’s head spun
around towards the sound of Constance’s voice.
She tried to give me her best ‘you just betrayed me look’, but between
the blindfold and the gag, she figured that it wasn’t very effective.
Traci realized
that the alcohol was loosening
Before she knew
it,
Traci heard the
jingling of keys. In a minute Traci was
flexing her fingers again.
Traci’s bound
hands flew up and bushed of the blindfold.
She squinted and it took her several minutes before her eyes adjusted to
the light. When she stopped blinking and
squinting, she found herself staring into the mirrors. She looked over the image that reflected back
at her. Her eyes were drawn to the black
leather rectangle that covered her mouth.
The straps of the gag gave the appearance of cutting into her cheeks,
because they were bulging from the leather pear inside her mouth. She looked down at her hands. They were bound together with black plastic
ties. The kind electricians use to hold
bunches of wires together. There was one on each wrist, intertwined with each
other. They were thick enough that she
knew she wouldn’t be getting them off without cutting them. She could see a wider mark under each plastic
band, where the bondage mittens had been locked onto her wrists. Her chest and arms were criss-crossed with
red indentations left by the coils of rope that had constricted her so
tightly. She could make out the exact
pattern of the rope on her skin. She
looked down and saw the same pattern on her knees and calves. They were a little bit lighter because they
hadn’t been tied as long. The boots were
shiny black patent leather with matching laces.
A wire tie looped around each ankle.
A twelve inch chain had been secured between her ankles. Each plastic tie went through the last link
on either end of the chain. Another
plastic tie intersected with the ankle ones on each foot. They went down and around the insole of her
feet right in front of the heels.
Standing there,
she realized that she really did have to go to the bathroom. She made her way to the toilet and then
punched the code into the belt. The
locks clicked open at the crotch strap and one side of the waist belt. It was very strange using the bathroom with a
gag locked in her mouth and her hands bound in front of her. “This
is definitely one for my book of firsts!”
When she was finished, her hands crept up between her legs. She was very wet. A knock on the door startled her. “Did you fall in?”
She stepped to
the counter where she had left the blindfold, and touched it. “To
wear or not to wear? That is the
question.” She turned her head, and
looked at the back of the gag strap. The buckle had a loop at the end of the
pin, so after it was put through the slot in the strap, a lock could be
affixed. Then the strap couldn’t be
pulled back off the pin. A small, shiny
brass padlock hung from the buckle. She
lifted her hair and looked at the buckle on her collar. It was locked with the exact same
arrangement. She brought her leash to
the front and let it hang between her breasts.
“I could actually unclip the leash
from my collar, but what would be the point?
Do I wear the blindfold, or not?”
She was conflicted by the answer.
She really wanted to see what
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BOOK 1
Chapter 5
Traci pointed a
finger towards her gag, but then realizing that she was holding a drink, tapped
the rim of the glass against the gag’s front panel. “I suppose you’re right. Turn around”
“Do you want me to get it?” Traci asked. “As a matter of fact I do.” Traci set her drink on the bar and retrieved
the blindfold.
After she had
closed the door, she took her hand away from Traci’s mouth. “Sorry” Traci said. “Who else is here?” “Her name is Beth. She’s a maid.
You’re supposed to be gagged also.
If she heard you talking, she’d probably turn me in. We don’t get along very well.” “What should I do if she comes in?” “Don’t worry, she won’t leave her room
tonight.” “Are you sure?” “Absolutely”
“How old are
you?” “I’m twenty-four. I’ve worked here for almost three
years.” “I know that I shouldn’t ask,
but how much do you make?” “I make two
hundred grand a year. Since I have no
rent to pay, I barely spend any of it.”
“Two hundred thousand dollars!” Traci echoed in disbelief. “How often do you have to sleep with
him?” “Never” replied Connie, “But I do
have other ways that I have to earn my pay.”
“Such as?” Traci inquired. “Things
like you.” “That doesn’t sound too bad.
You book him girls through Triple F and you make a ton of money.” “You misunderstand what I mean” she said
tracing a finger nail over Traci’s nipple.
It immediately sprang to attention.
“I do exactly what you’re doing right now.” “You mean that he ties you up?” Traci said
with a surprised expression on her face.
“Yes, but only once in a while.
He calls it punishing me. It’s
usually for something I’ve actually done, but sometimes it’s for some perceived
indiscretion.” “Why am I here then?”
asked Traci. “Variety is the spice of
life, and you dear, are the variety.”
“Did you know this when you came to work for him?” “Of course.
It’s no big deal. Like I said
before, he doesn’t have sex with me, but sometimes he gets me off with
toys. The bad part is that I’m not
allowed to leave the grounds. It’s in my
contract. It’s really not that bad. There’s everything I need here and the
grounds are huge. The only thing lacking
is my sex life. That’s why we need to
get that chastity belt off of you.
Here’s my plan.”
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BOOK 1
Chapter 6
“First let’s get you dressed” Connie told her. “Do I get to pick the outfit?” Traci asked. “Not one of my outfits” Connie corrected her with a twinkle in her eye. “You are going to wear one of the ones that Mr. Proctor has purchased for you. Think you can stay quiet and out of trouble?” she asked, as she cut the plastic ties off of her ankles and boots. “Or do I have to tie you up and gag you while I’m gone?” “I’ll be on my best behavior” Traci promised as she unlaced the ankle boots and took them off. Her feet rejoiced. Connie disappeared out the door after a quick kiss. Traci went over and tried the door. It had been locked from the outside.
The outfit wasn’t as bad as Traci had envisioned. She looked at herself in a full length mirror as Connie zipped it up the back. It was a cherry red, skintight vinyl cat suit with matching gloves, boots, and hood. Its strangest features were the zippers over her nipples and crotch. They definitely had her measurements perfect. It fit her like a second skin. Connie picked up the boots and told Traci to sit down. “Let me guess, they’re a half size too small?” “You’ve got it right for once.” “I just got the feeling back into my feet” Traci whined. “I’ll make it up to you later” Connie promised. Traci unzipped one of the zippers at her chest and her breast tumbled out. “Perfect for the breast feeding fetish enthusiast” she giggled, stuffing it back in, and carefully zipping it up. “Shouldn’t I have put the gloves on after the jumpsuit?” Traci inquired. “I guess it doesn’t make a difference tonight” Connie commented. “I just did it that way out of habit. If you put the gloves on first, it makes them harder to get off, especially when you’re restrained in some way. That’s the way Mr. Proctor likes it.” Traci was busy making squeaky noises with her vinyl covered fingers, by rubbing them together. The alcohol was starting to affect her. She was on her third beer, plus the two strong mixed drinks. Connie finished with the boots. They laced all the way up to her knees. The heels were about the same height as the earlier boots. Connie locked a pair of red leather cuffs around her ankles with an eighteen inch chain in between.
“Are you sure that this is necessary?” Traci asked, as Connie pulled her hair up into a ponytail and secured it in place. “Yes. You have to make Beth believe that I am following Mr. Proctor’s order to the letter, or she’ll tell on me. She likes it when I get punished.” She unlocked Traci’s collar, took it off, and then picked up the red vinyl hood and put it over Traci’s head. She made sure the mouth, eye, and nose holes were where they should be. She then pulled Traci’s ponytail through the hole in the top. The outside covering of the hood was the same red vinyl as the cat suit, but the hood itself was made of leather. It had a detachable gag and blindfold which lay on the counter in front of them. The gag had the same style front panel of the pear gag, but the gag itself was a red rubber penis. It looked plenty large, and Traci wasn’t thrilled that it would soon fill her mouth. Connie laced the hood tightly onto her head and tied the laces in a bow at the nape of her neck. The hood had its own built in posture collar that closed over the bow. Connie locked it in place with a small padlock. Traci looked down with some effort, and notice that the gag and blindfold also had holes for the tiny locks on the pins of their buckles. “Here, put these on” Connie said, handing her a pair of leather cuffs that matched the ones now adorning her ankles. Connie was sorting through a pile of inch wide, re leather straps. Traci buckled the cuffs onto her wrists. Connie locked a padlock on each wrist cuff and told her to stand up. Traci obeyed her. “Now put your hands on top off your head” she instructed. Traci again complied. “Now bark like a dog.” “What?” Traci asked in surprise. Connie giggled. “You were following orders so well. I just wanted to see if you’d do it. The harness goes on like this.”
She proceeded to strap the harness on Traci’s vinyl covered body. When she was finished, she turned Traci so she could again look in the mirror. A center leather strap ran from just above her breasts, to a free end dangling a foot below her waist. A leather strap came off either side of the ring at the top of the center strap, going over her shoulders and connecting in a V behind her neck to another ring. Another strap ran down the center of her back from that ring. Three horizontal straps ran from the front strap, around her body, buckling in back after intersecting with the back vertical strap. They were at her waist and above and below her breasts. Every buckle on the harness locked with another of the many tiny padlocks. A fourth horizontal strap hung unbuckled midway down the back strap. “What do you think?” Connie asked. “It looks like I’m tied up before I even am” Traci commented. “Where does this one connect?” She asked pointing to the one hanging over her crotch. “I’ll show you in a second. Put your hands behind you.” Traci placed her hands behind her, but Connie lifted them until they were parallel to each other in the small of her back. “Hold them right there” she instructed. Connie padlocked the rings on the wrist cuffs to a ring on the back of the harnesses’ vertical back strap, a few inches below her shoulder blades. She then picked up a short leather strap and wrapped it around her bound forearms, then reaching between her legs; she grabbed the free strap and pulled it backwards through her crotch. Linking it through the ring on the crotch strap, she pulled all of the slack out of it before buckling it and locking it with a padlock. Fishing out the free strap attached to the one running down Traci’s back, she wrapped either end once around each arm above the elbow, pulled it tight, and then locked it in place. “There you go, sweetie. Now you look like you’re tied up, and you really are.” She gave Traci a swat on her vinyl covered butt. “This arrangement is good for spanking also. You can’t put your hands down to put them in the way. Everything comfortable?” she asked. Traci struggled briefly against the confining web of leather straps. Nothing budged at all. “I guess that I’m as comfortable as I can be like this.” “You know what comes next” Connie said, picking up the penis gag and holding it in front of her. “Do you have to use that thing?” Traci complained. “Yep, it goes with the helmet.” She put the rubber tip to Traci’s lips. “Any last words?” When Traci opened her mouth to speak, she pushed the phallus into her mouth, until the front panel touched her lips. “I’m sure that this isn’t the first time you’ve given a blow job. Just pretend that this is the real thing.” She pulled the straps tight and locked it in place. Once again, Traci’s lips were sealed by the compresses foam in the front panel, and her tongue was trapped. Her mouth wasn’t quite as full as with the pear gag, but the shaft almost reached the back of her throat.
She put something in the apron pocket, picked up the hood’s blindfold, and walked over to Traci. “What do you think?” She spun around slowly. “I am just a peasant girl again.” All Traci could do was nod her head. “I have to be in uniform at all times if there are guests in the house. I changed after you got here. Once again, if Beth caught me breaking the rules, she would tell on me in a heartbeat.” She reached out and unzipped the zipper covering Traci’s left breast. “Have I got a surprise for you!” She reached into her apron pocket and came out with a small rubber band. It was the kind that orthodontists use on people’s braces. She stretched it in front of Traci’s wide eyes. She shook her head and made as much noise as possible behind her gag. She knew what was coming next. Connie sucked Traci’s nipple into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. When she removed her mouth, it was standing straight out. She wrapped the rubber band around the base of the nipple until it had fully captured it. Traci tried to pull away, but she was too tightly bound to the post. She couldn’t move. Connie flicked the nipple lightly with her finger and Traci flinched, making more gagged noises. With a twinkle in her eye, Connie began to undo the other breast zipper very slowly. Traci’s breast popped out, and there was no need to stimulate the nipple. It was already rock hard. It was soon bound like its twin. Traci moaned into her gag. “Is it really that bad?” Connie asked as she returned Traci’s breasts to their confinement. Traci nodded in an exaggerated fashion. “Do they hurt?” Traci thought for a moment and then shook her head. “You’re just mad because I put them there and you can’t take them off. It’s back to the control thing” Connie explained.
She clipped a
matching leash to the silver ring on Traci’s collar and then released her from
the post. “Let’s go see Beth. Remember what I told you.”
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BOOK 1
Chapter 7
Traci heard a
strange noise coming from across the room.
It sounded like someone mumbling.
“Beth is being punished. She can’t seem to follow the rules” Connie told Traci. Traci nodded like she was hearing it for the first time. Beth whined something around the large ball stopping up her mouth. “I have to put her to bed now.” Connie led Traci to the foot of the bed, and hooked her leash to an eyelet halfway up the post. Several eyebolts went up each post and across the headboard and footboard of the bed. Connie picked up a remote control off the bed and turned off the television. She then told Beth to stand up. Beth grumbled something behind her gag, but complied. Connie walked behind her and fished a ring of keys out of her apron pocket. She unlocked the harness and then the elbow cuffs and took them all off. She then unlocked the waist belt. Beth turned around and faced her. Next she unlocked the wrist cuffs from the waist belt and each other, but left them locked on Beth’s wrists. Beth pointed to the gag. “I’ll get to that dear” Connie said with a fake smile, as she knelt down to release her legs. Connie unlocked and removed the knee cuffs and then the chain between Beth’s ankles. “Is Bethy wethy tired of the gaggy waggy?” she teased, tapping the ball with her finger. Beth looked back at her with angry eyes. Connie unlocked the many padlocks, but left the gag in place. Finally she said “Okay, you can take it off now. Go get ready for bed.” Beth couldn’t get the harness gag off quick enough. “I’m going to get you for this, Connie. You could at least be nice to me. You get punished too, you know.” Beth stormed off towards the bathroom. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago” she shouted, and slammed the bathroom door. “What a bitch!” Connie said under her breath, but loud enough so Traci could hear. She picked up the gag where Beth had dropped it on the floor and held it in front of Traci’s face. “See, it has a hole in the center, so she doesn’t have problems breathing. She can also drink liquids through a straw, so she doesn’t get dehydrated.
After about ten minutes, Beth came back out of the bathroom. She was wearing a knee length, white cotton nightgown with buttons from the collar to the waist. It was short sleeved, and Traci could see that she still wore the thick leather cuffs locked on her ankles and wrists. She carried a gag in left hand which she handed to Connie. It was a pear gag like Traci had worn earlier, except the pear was rubber and had a hole running through it like the ballgag had. “I have to put it on her, because Mr. Proctor feels Beth leaves the straps too loose when she gags herself” Connie told Traci. She shortly had the gag locked onto Beth. “Up on the bed on your back, and stretch out spread eagle” Connie instructed. Beth got onto the bed and made her body into an X. Connie took four short chains from a drawer of the night stand, and secured Beth’s limbs to the posts of the bed. She had some room to move, but definitely wasn’t going to get loose. After she had closed the last padlock, Connie said to Beth “I’m going to use the leather discipline helmet on you tonight. It’s Mr. Proctor’s orders.” Beth shook her head and moaned into the gag. This one was much more effective than the ballgag harness. “Are you going to fight me?” Connie asked. Beth looked at her angrily, but shook her head. She went to the night stand and took out a black leather hood and a small box. She laid them on the bed, and went to the bathroom, returning with a handful of cotton balls and a roll of white medical tape. She showed them to Traci and then dropped them into the pocket on her apron. Getting up on the bed, she straddled Beth’s chest. Traci had to move to the side as far as her leash would allow so she could see what was going on. Connie held a cotton ball in front of Beth’s eye, and she closed it. She then placed the wad of cotton on top of Beth’s eyelid and secured it with two pieces of tape. She repeated the process on the other eye, and Beth was blinded. Opening the box, Connie took out two small yellow objects and held them out for Traci to see. It took her a moment to figure out what they were. They were foam rubber ear plugs. Connie turned Beth’s head to one side and inserted the ear plug. Beth quickly reacted and tried to turn her head, but Connie was quicker, and used her palm on the side of Beth’s face, pinning her cheek to the pillow. She then packed the outer ear with cotton, and taped over the whole ear. She turned her head to the other side, and held it in place while she deafened the other ear. Connie grabbed the leather hood and quickly pulled it over Beth’s head. It had no eyeholes, but Connie centered the mouth and nose holes in place before pinning her left cheek to the pillow and tightly lacing it up the back.
Connie straightened Beth’s head and then pinched off her nose, holding her hand in front of the gag to feel if air was coming out its hole. When she was satisfied, she released her nose and plugged the hole in the gag, checking the airflow coming through her nose. Next, Connie retrieved the ankle and wrist cuffs and the waist belt off of the floor. When she started to put them on, Beth started to squirm. She had no chance, bound as she was. Connie soon had them attached in their proper places. She got lengths of rope of the nightstand and tied them to rings on the sides of her waist belt. She then tied them off tightly to ringbolts on the side rails of the bed, midway between the head and footboards. She then tied pieces to the elbow cuffs and secured them downwards to the same ringbolts, taking all the movement from her arms. She tied her knees up and out to the same places, taking away any slack in her legs. Beth had given up fighting by now. She was totally immobilized. A very low humming noise came from under the hood every so often.
Connie went into Beth’s other nightstand and came out with a vibrator. It was seven inches long and rather fat. A cord ran from its end to a battery pack control box. Connie held it up in front of Traci with a triumphant smile on her face. She unzipped the crotch of Traci’s cat suit and punched the code she had given her into the panel on the chastity belt. It unlocked and Connie quickly got it out from under the tight vinyl. Getting on the bed, she pushed Beth’s nightgown up to her waist. She wore no underwear. Turning the vibrator on low, she rubbed its tip along Beth’s slit. Beth struggled, the little she could and threw her head from side to side. Connie teased her until she was wet enough to insert the vibrator, pumping it back and forth, pushing it a little further in each time until she had taken it all. Quickly, she grabbed the chastity belt with one hand, while holding the vibrator inside Beth with the other. She got the waist belt locked around her. It was a little loose, but still a good fit. She pulled up the crotch piece and released the vibrator. It came out a little, but she forced it back in as she locked the belt shut. She turned the remote to high, and pulled her nightgown back down. Her hips started bucking the little the restraints would allow.
Unhooking Traci’s leash, a wicked grin came across her face. She reached into her apron pocket and withdrew two of the small rubber bands. Jumping up on the bed, she unbuttoned the top of Beth’s night gown until her breasts were bare. Beth had beautiful breasts. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers. Connie soon had them tightly wrapped with the rubber bands.
She picked up Traci’s blindfold and walked towards her. Traci shook her head. Connie smiled and nodded in return, then securely blindfolded her. Kneeling down, she pulled out the front of the cat suit, so she wouldn’t catch anything, and zipped it closed. She led Traci out into the hall, locking Beth’s door behind them.
Connie led her the other way from her room. They stopped about ten steps down the hall, and Traci heard Connie unlocking another door. She brought Traci inside and closed the door.
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Chapter 8
“We are right next door to Beth. That’s why I used the earplugs, so she won’t hear us.” Traci stamped her shackled foot and made some noise behind her gag. “Getting a little antsy, are we?” she asked, teasing one of Traci’s nipples that was protruding prominently through the tight vinyl. Traci nodded. “This is your room for the weekend. I thought you would like to see it.” Connie reached up and unbuckled the blindfold. Traci stared in disbelief. Directly in front of her was a four poster bed identical to Connie’s and Beth’s, but that was the only similarities of the bedrooms.
The bed was the only piece of normal furniture in the room. The floors and walls were bare concrete with large metal rings attached to them. There were several metal cages of varying sizes. One that hung by chains from the ceiling looked like a large bird cage. In one corner sat a large plastic animal crate with a metal mesh door. It was similar to the kind used by airlines to ship large dogs. There was a wooden table with a leather covered top and many tie down rings. Several benches of different styles sat across from the table. Assorted straps and rings embedded in the padded leather covered tops. In the opposite corner of the dog crate was a large wooden X frame covered in thick leather straps. Next to it was a large steel wardrobe cabinet. The other wall contained wooden stocks and pillories. Beside them was a long wooden box that looked like a coffin. At the foot of the bed was a metal pole that went from the floor to the ceiling. Unbuckles leather straps were bolted to it every six inches up to a height of about six feet. “What’s your pleasure sweetie” Connie joked. “I think the Marquis De Sade did the interior decorating in here. It’s not really as bad as it looks. I’ve spent a lot of time in here. She grabbed Traci by the strap around her waist and dragged her across the room, the chain between her ankles chattering on the concrete as she moved. “First thing is that I have to use the bathroom, so I’m going to put you away for a little bit.” They stopped in front of the dog crate. “This should do the job.” Traci shook her head and tried to pull away, but Connie had a good grip on the waist belt. “Don’t even think of putting up a struggle now, Traci. You’re hardly in any position to put up a fight. Would you rather I put you in that one?” She gestured towards the coffin shaped box. “Trust me. That one really sucks.” Traci shook her head, eyes wide. “I’ll tell you’ll what I’ll do. I’ll get you something to keep you company while I’m gone.” She pulled Traci across the room to the large metal cabinet. It was six feet high and four feet wide. She unlocked it with her keys and swung the doors open. Inside was every bondage device every invented, or so Traci thought.
There were many leather straps of different lengths and thickness, and about the same assortment of chains. Ropes of every color, style, and thickness were wrapped up in little bundles, and hanging from hooks. There were many gags, blindfolds, hoods, and many other leather harnesses and bondage devices that Traci had no clue what their purpose were. Connie opened a drawer and pulled out a huge black dildo. It was about the size of a large ear of corn. “Think it would fit?” she asked with a smile. Traci shook her head very negatively. She replaced it in the drawer and brought out a butt plug. It was about the size of a can of soup at its widest point and just a bit taller. “How about this one?” she teased. This was follow by another series of gagged negatives. She put it back in the drawer and brought out a slim pink vibrator. It was about two inches around and about six inches long. The controls were on the base. “Is this a better size?” Traci looked at her skeptically, and the she realized why. “It’s for your pussy.” Traci nodded. Connie went behind her and unlocked the strap that ran through her crotch. She knelt down in front of her and carefully unzipped the zipper that covered her crotch. She could smell Traci’s arousal. She dipped a finger into her. “No lubrication needed here.” She turned the vibrator on and slowly worked it inside of her. Traci moaned into her gag. When she had the plastic missile fully inserted, she turned it on high, and pulled the crotch strap back over it. She came back around behind her and tightened it up. The strap bisected her vaginal lips and pushed it in further. Connie clicked the padlock shut. “Come on now” she said leading Traci back to the crate by her leash. Traci was having a hard time walking. “Get on your knees and back in. It’s easier that way.”
Traci gave her one last pleading look as Connie opened the crate door. “In you go, I’ll be back before you know it.” Traci got on her knees, bent forward, and backed into the plastic crate. Once she was all the way in, Connie closed the door, latched it, and locked it with a padlock. She said goodbye, and left while Traci was still trying to get comfortable. She was on her knees, bent forward, with her bound arms almost touching the top of the crate. She knew that wasn’t going to work. She got her legs out from under her, and slid to the back wall. She still had to duck her head forward. She slid down and forward by bending her knees; there wasn’t enough room to straighten them all the way out. Her arms rested against the back wall with her leaning on them, but at least she could straighten her neck. She was as close to comfortable as she was going to get.
Traci amused herself by pulling up on her arms bound across her back. This tightened the crotch strap and forced the vibrating intruder farther into her. By doing it, she could move it in and out about an inch. It also caused the leather strap to rub against her clit which was enlarged, and hungry for attention.
Two orgasms
later, Connie returned to the room carrying a tray of sandwiches and
drinks. “It doesn’t look like it’s so
bad in there now” she laughed. Traci
looked at her sheepishly. She could
picture it from Connie’s view through the wire mesh. She had her ankles spread out as far as the
tether chain would allow. Her knees were
bent and pushed wide against the crate sides as she jerked on the crotch strap
to stimulate herself. Her red, swollen
labia protruded on either side of the black, leather strap. “Are you ready to come out and eat?” Traci nodded the best she could. She unlocked and opened the door, and Traci
slowly extricated herself. She stood and
stretched her cramped muscles. Turning
around, she offered the lock on the gag’s buckle to Connie. She unlocked it and took it off. It came out with a loud slurping sound, as
Traci tried to contain the excess moisture in her mouth. Connie brought a glass to Traci’s lips. It was rum and coke again. “Do you want a little
After they had
eaten and both consumed two more drinks, Traci was feeling a little more relaxed. “When do you think Mr. Proctor will be back?”
asked Traci. “I’d say not before
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Connie took off her maid’s uniform and laid it on the bed. She had been completely naked beneath it. She was now completely naked except for her shoes. Traci looked at the bed. “Am I going to sleep in here?” “If you play your cards right, you’ll sleep with me” Connie replied. She got up on a strange shaped piece of furniture. “This is a spanking bench, but since Mr. Proctor isn’t really into that, we use it for bondage. Don’t get any ideas once you have me secured to it and helpless” she said with a smile. “As a matter of fact, I need to make sure that you stay put.” She put her keys in a drawer in the cabinet, shut it, and locked it with a combination lock, spinning the dial dramatically. She picked up a long chain, two padlocks, and a thick collar, and handed them to Traci. “Use on padlock to lock the collar on and to the chain. Use the other one to secure the opposite end of the chain to that ring in the floor. I don’t want you to get any ideas about wandering the house after you have me tied down. I really should gag you too. Do you have a preference?” “My preference would be no gag at all, but if I have to wear one, I guess a ballgag would be the easiest.” Connie dug through the cabinet and pulled out a harness ballgag like Beth had been wearing, except the ball was red, and it had no hole. “I said a ballgag” Traci complained, “Not that thing.” “This is a ball” Connie explained, pointing to the red rubber ball. “It keeps you quiet, therefore it is a gag. I just need to use one that I’m sure you won’t be able to get off without my help.” Connie waited until Traci had tethered herself with the chain, and then silenced her securely.
Traci didn’t like the ballgag harness, not that she liked a regular ballgag either. The chin strap kept her biting down on the ball, making it tough to shift it around in her mouth even a little. The small padlock on each buckle made sure it would stay that way. She made her displeasure known to Connie with a few muted protests. “Here we go” Connie told her, getting back up on the whipping bench. It looked like some sort of bizarre piece of ergonomic furniture. Connie positioned herself properly. Her torso was supported by a flat board that was padded and covered in black leather. It was just a little wider than her body, and reached from just under her chin, to where she bent forward from the waist. Her upper body was at about a forty-five degree angle to her kneeling legs. Her breasts went through two holes that had been cut in the middle of the board. The lower part had the same black leather padded surface, but it was merely six inch wide supports for her knees and legs. They angled outward sharply, almost parallel to the backboard. When she got herself settled in place, she was in an odd doggie style position with here knees splayed wide. Traci could she juices already forming on her exposed bald pussy. “Do my legs first” Connie instructed. Traci started buckling the two inch wide leather straps. They had rollers on the buckles, so they could really be cinched down securely. “Do me really tight” Connie ordered, and Traci complied. Each time she tightened a strap, Connie’s limb would sink into the padding until there was no more give. When she was finished, Connie had a strap around each thigh, above and below her bent knees, around both calves, and another on each ankle. Her feet dangled over the edge of the footrests, and another strap went around her the insole of her foot, just below the high heel of her shoe, keeping her foot pinned at a ninety degree angle to her ankle. Connie attempted to move her legs. “This is great!” She exclaimed. She could barely move any part of her legs more than a fraction of an inch. Traci wondered why the bench held Connie’s legs splayed so widely if it was made for whipping. She figured it out, and a shudder ran through her, goose bumps popping up on her skin. “It’s so the genitals can be whipped without the victim having any chance of closing their legs and covering them.” She came around the front, and Connie peered of the edge at her over the top of the bench. “It’s the same thing with the breasts. No way to keep them away from the lash of the whip.” A padded, half inch wide steel bar ran above and below where Connie’s breasts protruded from the bench. Three thick, threaded screws connected the two bars, one on either side of her breasts, and one in between. A handle could be turned to bring the bars closer together and tighten them down on the base of the breasts. Traci reached for the handle. “Don’t do that yet” Connie instructed. “It’s really uncomfortable and if you do it now, I’m liable to chicken out and talk you out of it. Get me all strapped down and gagged before you do my tits. Then I won’t have a choice.” Traci nodded, and set to tightening up the remaining straps. One went around Connie’s waist, contouring her body to the bench. A second went across the middle of her back, and a third over her upper back, just below her armpits. Her arms hung down against the legs of the bench. These too were padded and covered in straps. One went over each arm, just below the shoulder, above and below her elbow, at the forearm, and wrist. When Traci was finished, Connie attempted to struggle, but failed. Her entire body was immobilized. The only things she could now move were her head and her fingers. “Do it quick” Connie ordered “I really hate that thing.” Traci could see why as she picked up the gag. Connie had called it a butterfly gag. She could see the resemblance. The mouth piece was made of black rubber. It was inflatable with a circular center and two rounded sides that resembled the wings of a butterfly. It had a pump bulb inflator attached to it by a thin rubber hose. A push button valve could be used to release the air, or keep it trapped in side the gag. The gag part was attached to a three inch wide, black leather strap. Traci inserted it in Connie’s mouth as she had been instructed to do. The center went into her mouth, and the wings went into her cheeks in between her lips and teeth. It was a tight fit to get the sides inserted. Once she had accomplished that, she gave the bulb three quick pumps. She knew that the gag was expanding, totally filling Connie’s mouth and trapping her tongue. Her lips and cheeks bulged out slightly as the air began to fill the rubber wings. They went all the way back to her molars. Traci looked into Connie’s eyes. They looked almost blue now, and very apprehensive. Connie nodded her head. Traci pulled the gag strap securely over Connie’s face and buckled it behind her head. Connie nodded at Traci again, and she pumped the bulb twice more. Connie’s cheeks bulged out even more, seeming to fight against the imprisoning straps. Traci locked the valve and removed the bulb and hose. The air was locked inside the gag. Connie let out a quiet whimper.
Traci help up the hood that Connie had selected, but she shook her head and nodded towards her breasts. Traci turned the crank slowly and the bars started to close over the base of her breasts. Connie had instructed her not to crush them, but she wanted it tight. Traci was wondering when to stop. Her eyes darted back and forth between Connie’s swelling breast, and her eyes. Finally Connie nodded. Traci stopped, and then on impulse, turned the crank another quarter turn. Connie’s eyes went wide, and a muffled whimper came from behind the gag. Traci pointed to the harness ballgag she wore, and then to Connie’s breasts. “I’m probably going to pay for that one later.” She picked up the nipple clamps, and twirled them in front of Connie’s face. They were connected by a chain, and adjustable. The ends were covered with plastic, and a screw could be turned to allow the clamp to close as much as you wanted. The more you loosened the screw, the more the jaws could close. Traci teased Connie’s nipples until they were fully erect, and then attached the clamps. She adjusted them until she thought they were secure. Connie winced a little. She then picked up the weight that Connie had chosen. It looked like a large tear drop shaped fishing sinker with a hook at one end. It was made of lead, and quite heavy. Holding it in front of Connie’s face, she got the nod. Hanging it from the middle of the chain, she slowly removed her hand and let the clamps take the weight. It swayed back and forth on the chain for a moment, and then the clamp pulled off Connie’s right breast. Connie shrieked around the wad of rubber in her mouth, but it came out as a mew. Traci watched the weight. It seemed to be almost moving in slow motion. When it reached the end of the slack that the loose clamp had given it, it jerked the clamp off the other nipple, and the clamps and weight clattered to the floor. Connie let out a groan, deep in her throat. Traci looked at her. Connie’s eyes were watering, but she nodded again. Traci picked up the clamps and weight, separated them, and put the weight into Connie’s left hand. She set about re-attaching the clamps. When she had finished, Connie’s little pink buds were crushed between the jaws of the clamps, and the weight hung in between, swaying back and forth slightly.
Traci picked up the hood and arranged it on Connie’s head, before lacing it tightly down the back. The hood was thick black leather with no eyeholes. The stem on Connie’s gag protruded through the mouth hole. Short plastic tubes that were attached to the hood went up here nose to insure that her oxygen wouldn’t be cut off. She picked up the last item of restraint that Connie had picked out. It was called a posture collar. It was six inches tall, except in front where it tapered down to fit under her chin. It was made of black leather and very stiff. Carefully lifting her head, Traci fit the collar on her, and then closed the three buckles that held it tightly around Connie’s neck. Now her head was forced to face straight forward. The chin cup held her head up, and she could not move it from side to side at all.
Traci stepped
back and admired her handiwork. Connie
just lay there submissively. If she was
trying to struggle, Traci couldn’t tell.
She would find out just how much she could really move in a minute.
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Traci moved behind Connie. Her juices were already flowing, running down the inside of her thighs. Traci gently probed her labia with a vinyl covered finger. She could see the muscles in her back and butt tense up. Slowly slipping a finger inside Connie’s vagina, she could feel it constricting around it, trying to get a grip. She could see her little pink rosebud twitching. Sliding her finger in and out of Connie, she soon added a second one. Connie hadn’t moved at all. Traci was convinced that she couldn’t. A low hum came from under the hood, but even from a few feet away, it was barely audible. Traci could now understand how Mr. Proctor, without fear of discovery, could keep his maids locked away while having guests in the house.
Traci picked up the vibrator that Connie had chosen. It was long, thin, and covered with nubs. She twisted the base, and it buzzed to life in her hand. Connie’s clitoris was already wide awake and poking out from its protective hood when Traci spread the labia apart. Picking up a roll of electrical tape, she pressed the tip of the vibrator snugly against Connie’s clit, and quickly taped the vibrator to her leg. She wound the tape around the vibrator and Connie’s leg in two places to make sure it would stay in place. She swore that she had seen Connie’s hips come off the bench, just the slightest bit, trying to get her clit more in contact with her new buzzing friend.
Her job was done for now. Connie wanted to be left like that for awhile. Moving around in front of Connie, she noticed that the moans were still faintly audible from within the hood. Her hands were clenching, and unclenching. They were the only body parts she could still move. Traci had an idea. She forced Connie’s left hand into a fist. She wrapped the electrical tape around the fist over and over until it was just a black ball. She then wrapped the tape around the hand and the leg of the bench, restraining it totally. Moving to the other side, she quickly captured the other hand. She was sure that Connie would be proud of her innovation.
Traci now had time to kill. The chain that drug behind her let her know that she wasn’t leaving the room. She wandered among the bondage furniture, examining each piece. Some of the functions she figured out, some she still had no clue after studying them closely for several minutes. The result was the same as she went through the big steel cabinet full of restraints. “What the hell!” She had spotted a blindfold very similar to the one she had worn earlier in the day. She picked up the vibrator from earlier, and turned it on. It still had plenty of power. Putting the blindfold over her eyes, she buckled the strap behind her head. She made her way over to the bed, crawled up onto it, unzipped the crotch of her vinyl covered cat suit, and went to work on herself.
She had the same problem she had in the dog crate. The chain between her ankles didn’t allow enough room to really get the vibrator where she wanted it. She experimented a bit, and found that if she brought her booted feet up to her butt, she could spread her knees wide, and get plenty of room. She leisurely screwed herself with the vibrator while her other hand massaged her own love button. She was soon moaning and groaning into her own gag. An orgasm was building, and soon she had gone over the edge. After pausing for a couple of moments to catch her breath, she went to work again.
When she had come a second time, she decided her captive was probably warmed up enough. She pushed up her blindfold, and looked at the clock. It was a little after one in the morning. It had been almost an hour, but it had seemed like only minutes. “I wonder how long it’s seemed like to Connie. Beth is in the next room. How much noise do three gagged women having orgasms make? Not much!” She giggled to herself. She opened the box that Connie had given, and took out the strap on dildo. “Never been used” Connie had told her. It attached similar to the chastity belt, except it had buckles in the back for a snug fit. The crotch strap had a dildo for her, which would be pushed in further as pressure was applied to the one that stuck out in front. It also had a butt plug on the base of the strap. It was detachable, and she wondered if she should remove it. “Might as well go for the whole experience.” It was only about four inches long, and an inch and a half at its widest part. She had much larger things than that back there before. Searching through the cabinet, she found a tube of lube, and coated the plug generously. There was no reason to lube up the dildo; she already had plenty of lubrication where it was going. Tightening the strap around her waist, she inserted the rubber shaft into herself. It felt bigger than it looked, and she started to have second thoughts about the butt plug. Before she could have second thoughts, she put the tip of the plug against her anus, and fed the end of the crotch strap through the buckle. She slowly applied pressure to the free end of the strap until the plug finally popped into place. She realized she had been moaning into her gag as she had been doing it. She let a little slack into the crotch strap, and then buckled it in place.
This was going to be a new experience. She had been with another girl in college, and with her present roommate, but they had always licked, sucked, or fingered each other. That or they had used vibrators. She had never been on the giving or receiving end of a strap on dildo. She felt rather full down there. She experimentally against the wall with the tip of the rubber cock that hung in front of her and the dildo inside of her buried itself further. There was about two inches of play. “That should be plenty to get me off.” Rummaging through the drawer of toys, she found a short, squat butt plug. It was bright red, and shorter than the one she now wore, but it was fatter. Traci figured that once she got it into Connie’s ass, she wouldn’t be able to get it out without her help. The plug seemed a little big, but as kinky as Connie was, she probably used vibrators and other things in her ass all the time. Traci carried the plug and a tube of lube over behind Connie. Shutting off the vibrator, she quickly untapped it from her leg. She was absolutely drenched. There was a puddle of her juices on the floor. Lubing up the butt plug, she pushed it against Connie’s rosebud. With a little pressure, it started to give way. Traci rocked the plug back and forth, slowly fucking her with it. She slid it in a little bit further with every third or forth stroke until it was all the way closed, and Connie’s sphincter popped closed around its base. Traci looked at the plug. It twitched back and forth, and it was obvious that Connie was fighting it, but Traci decided that there was no way she could eject it.
Traci lined herself up behind Connie and placed the rubber tip of the dildo against Connie’s labia. Her lips were spread and open like the petals of a flower. She pushed forward, sinking the shaft all the way inside her in one stroke, simultaneously burying her own dildo deep inside herself. She reached out and turned Connie’s butt plug on full blast, grabbed the sides of the bench, and started stroking away. Movingly slowly at first, she angled the phallus different every time she entered her. As she gained speed, she could see the muscles in Connie’s back rippling. The dildo inside of Traci was doing its job, but not fast enough. She reached behind her and loosened the crotch strap another notch. This gave the dildo inside of her plenty of room to move. It also caused the butt plug to move a lot more with the friction from the crotch strap. This was enough to shove her over the edge in a way that she had never imagined. She screamed into her ballgag and leaned into Connie, draping herself over her back until the waves of orgasm had finished washing over her. When she had finished convulsing, she stood up and withdrew the dildo from Connie. Her legs were still a bit shaky. She put one hand on Connie’s butt plug. It was still going strong. Turning down the control, she set it as slow as possible while still vibrating. She planned to do Connie again, but she had other plans about how.
Unbuckling the posture collar, she took it off of Connie’s neck. Her head sagged forward a little before she started moving it around. Traci retrieved the blindfold from the bed, returned to Connie, and unlaced the hood. When she pulled it off, Connie’s blinking; glassy eyes stared back at her. Connie’s hair was sweat soaked, and plastered to her head. Her cheeks still bulged over the strap of the inflatable gag in her mouth. Traci lifted her chin with her red vinyl covered hand and looked into her eyes. Connie nodded, and Traci buckled the blindfold securely in place.
Traci went to work loosening Connie’s restraints. She wanted her to be able to struggle and squirm the next time. She released all of the straps on her arms except for her wrists. Connie began to shrug her shoulders and move her arms as much as she could. Leaving the two straps across her back in place, she released the one holding her waist. She then unbuckled the straps at her thighs, below her knees, calves, feet, and ankles. This only left the straps above her knees holding her legs. Connie now had the ability to move a little, but had no way to free herself of the bench. Traci stepped behind her, and turned the vibrator in the butt plug back to high, letting Connie know that it was time to begin again. She started teasing her by putting just the tip of the strap-on dildo about an inch inside of her. Connie responded by squirming and struggling. Her hips could now move, and she tried to back her way onto the rubber dick. Every time Connie’s hips came backward, Traci would back up also, keeping the same inch in contact with her pussy. After trying several times, Connie gave up and stilled her hips. Traci moved forward and sunk the dildo in halfway. Grabbing the butt plug, she manipulated it while rotating her hips. The gag was still quite effective, even without the hood muffling the sound of her moans. There was no was to disguise the way her body was responding to Traci’s ministrations. She reached out a vinyl finger and tickled Connie’s clit. Starting long, hard strokes, she stood on the tiptoes of her boots trying to get just the right angle for the dildo inside of her. She found the spot, and it only took a few more strokes to get the job done, her own butt plug swaying with the rhythm of her thrusts. As the feeling washed over her, she kept on pumping, and a few moments later Connie’s body was also convulsing and jerking in orgasmic bliss. She again leaned into Connie and felt her body shuddering beneath hers. When she had regained her composure, she pulled out of Connie and removed the dildo harness. The butt plug hurt a little when it came out, and both of her holes felt stretched.
Rummaging around
in the cabinet, she found a box of baby wipes, and cleaned herself up. She then went over to Connie and cleaned her
also. They baby wipes weren’t the only
thing she had retrieved from the cabinet.
She had found a two inch wide leather strap with a tall collar at one
end, and two locking leather cuffs at the other. She buckled the collar around Connie’s neck,
letting the strap hang down her back.
Traci removed the tape holding her hand to the bench leg, but left the
tape forcing it into a fist. She
unbuckled the strap around her wrist, and forced Connie’s arm behind her
back. Connie was strong, and it was a
fight, even with both of Traci’s arms against her one. She had the leverage and soon had Connie’s
arm buckled into the leather cuff.
Connie had faced the inevitable, and didn’t struggle as hard when she
imprisoned her other arm. Traci moved to
her feet and buckled a leather cuff around Connie’s left ankle. It was attached to another cuff by a twelve
inch chain. With Connie’s knees strapped
to the bench, it was easy to capture her ankles. Traci returned to the cabinet and then stood
in front of Connie. She unbuckled the
blindfold, and then removed it with one hand while holding the other in front
of Connie’s face. She blinked and squinted,
but when her eyes adjusted to the light, she began to struggle and squirm,
making as much noise into the gag as she could.
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BOOK 1
Chapter 11
Traci moved beside Connie and clicked one of the little brass padlocks on the buckle of her gag. She did the same with the buckles of the wrist and ankle cuffs. Moving in front of her, she removed the weight still dangling from the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Each time she removed a nipple clamp, Connie breathed in sharply through her nose, squealed into her gag, and struggled furiously. “I would have thought she’d be happy to have the nasty things off” she thought. Next she released the bars that were clamping down on Connie’s tits. Then she released her knees. Retrieving a leash from the cabinet, she hooked it to the ring on the front of Connie’s collar. She replaced the blindfold, and then undid the straps over her back. Helping Connie up, she led her blindly around the room, working the stiffness out of her body and legs. She had been on the bench for nearly two hours. Both of their ankle chains, and the chain dragging from Traci’s collar clattered along the cement as they walked.
After a few minutes, she stopped in front of the cabinet and removed Connie’s blindfold. She pointed first to the lock on the back of her gag, and then to the one on the back of Connie’s. Next she pointed to the drawer that was secured with the combination lock. She was trying to get the message across that unless Connie opened the lock; they would both stay bound and gagged. Connie understood, but shook her head. Traci wormed a gloved finger into Connie’s slit and came out with some moisture. She sniffed her finger, and then wiped it under Connie’s nose so that she could get a good whiff of her own arousal. Traci pointed at her own gagged mouth, then at Connie’s pussy, and shrugged her shoulders. Standing with her hands on her hips, she just stared at Connie. The end of Connie’s leash was looped over her hand. Connie finally gave in.
Traci untapped Connie’s hands, and as soon as she had opened the combination lock, she put the blindfold back on her. Connie whined into her gag and shifted from one foot to the other as Traci searched through the ring of keys. She finally found the one for the lock on her gag, and immediately released it. It felt wonderful to be able to work her jaw again. She went over and finished her drink. The ice had melted and it tasted watery, but she didn’t care. Connie continued her tantrum as Traci unlocked her own wrists and ankles. “Be patient spaz, I’ll attend to you in a moment” she told her. She unlocked and removed her bonds, and then undid the zipper down the back of the red cat suit. It felt glorious to be free of the vinyl prison. Her whole body was covered by a sheen of sweat. A few moments after taking it all the way off, she felt cool without the plastic material trapping in her body heat. She spied Connie’s maid uniform on the bed, and quickly put it on. The skirt was very short, due to their difference in height, but other than that, it fit fine. Tying the apron around her waist, she dropped the keys in the front pocket.
Traci took the blindfold off of Connie and could see the mix of emotion on her face. She obviously wanted the gag off, and tried to look angry, but she was also amused to see Traci dressed in her maid’s uniform. “If I take that gag off, are you going to behave yourself?” Traci giggled. “Where have I heard that before? O, that’s right, it’s because I am now Connie the maid, and you are my obedient slave girl.” She reached out and tickled one of Connie’s breasts. “Turn around please.” When Connie did as instructed, she unlocked and unbuckled the gag. Connie turned and faced her, making a muted whining noise. “You can’t get that out?” Traci asked. Connie shook her head, the gag strap flapping behind here. Reaching out, Traci turned the valve and then pushed the button. A whoosh of air came out the hole. When it was fully deflated, Traci pulled the gag free by the strap. Slobber ran down Connie’s chin onto her chest. Traci used a corner of her apron to mop it up. “You’re such a bitch! I really hate that gag now” Connie exclaimed. “You’re the one who told me to put it on you” Traci said defensively, leading Connie to the bed by her leash. “But I didn’t tell you to lock it on me!” Traci held Connie’s unfinished cocktail for her to drink. “Tank you. You are going to be in so much trouble when you let me loose.” “That’s not a good way to encourage me to release you” Traci told her. “I feel justified after being locked into that cat suit.” “I’m just following my instructions. You have no idea how easy I’m being on you. Let me loose please.” Connie started to struggle, but soon relented. Traci kept a firm grip on the leash, reeling her in a little closer. Connie gave up and didn’t fight it. She had been restrained in many different ways, and knew that she couldn’t escape.
Traci put her arms around Connie and gave her a passionate kiss. “Are you really mad?” she asked. “You said that you like to be tied up. Sometimes you get what you wish for.” “I’m not really mad” Connie replied “But you can’t keep me like this for too long. I’m supposed to be dominating you, and Mr. P will probably ask you questions about how you felt in the different ways I restrained you.” Traci kissed Connie again deeply and while their tongues were wrestling, she reached down and turned the butt plug all the way on. “Hey!” shrieked Connie, her hands grasping downwards towards the buzzing intruder. The leather strap between her collar and wrist cuffs was too short, and she couldn’t even brush it with her finger tips. “Come on Traci; get this thing out of me. This is embarrassing.” “It’s all about control” Traci mocked. “You want it out, but it won’t come out until I do it for you.” “Traci!” Connie whined. “How about you turn around and shake your beautiful tail for me to show me how much you like it” Traci told her. “If you do, I’ll turn it off, but I’m not going to take it out for a little bit yet.” “You can’t be serious” Connie said incredulously. “Of course I’m serious. Any more back talk and I’ll gag you again. I can tell you that the harness ballgag works really well.
Connie closed her mouth, turned around and swayed her hips from side to side. “You can do better than that” Traci teased. Connie continued to dance until Traci told her to stop. Traci stepped over to Traci, reached behind Connie, and turned off the plug. “Do you really want it out?” “Yes please, it’s driving me crazy.” Traci tossed a pillow on the floor in front of her and said “How about if I give you something to take your mind off of it?” She pulled downward on the leash and Connie knelt on the pillow. “I’d like that” she replied. “Blindfold me first, please.” Traci did, and then sat on the bed in front of Connie. Flipping up the uniform skirt, she guided Connie’s head between her legs.
“You taste good” Connie purred, as her tongue darted in and out of Traci’s slit. She licked and sucked her labia, and then plunged her tongue in as far as she could. As she explored Traci’s pussy, Traci was moaning and gasping in no time. “Who needs a gag now?” Connie asked, as she came up for air. Traci was lying back on the bed now with her legs spread wide. Connie dove back in and sucked Traci’s clit with varying pressure, alternating hard and soft.
Traci howled loudly as she came. Connie sat back on her haunches with a
satisfied expression on her face. “Will
you marry me?” Traci joked, still breathing hard. “I’m getting rid of my boyfriend. I don’t need him anymore.” “Does that earn me a ‘get this plug out of my
ass free’ card?” “Yes, but I kind of
wanted you tied up a bit longer” Traci said.
“The longer you’re tied up, the
less I will be” she thought. “That’s
fine, just please take it out.” “I
wanted you to do it. I don’t want to
hurt you. The one on the strap on dildo
sort of hurt when I pulled it out” she told her. “I’ll be fine, just squat me down.” “Show me” Traci instructed. Connie stood up, bent her knees in an
exaggerated fashion, and squatted down.
“Just give it a slow tug. I could
get it out myself this way, if you didn’t use such a monster.” Traci grabbed the base of the plug, and gave
a firm pull. Connie made a little noise
of exertion, and it popped right out.
She staggered a little, and Traci caught her and held her up. “Thank you.
That feels much better.” Connie
told her. “We’re going back to your room
now. Care to choose your gag?” “Traci, I think you’re getting a little
carried away with being in charge. I
need to check on Beth anyway. It’s been
a while.” “How long are you going to
keep the chastity belt on her? Are we
done playing for tonight?” “Yes, I
suppose we should get some sleep” Connie replied. “Good, I’ll take care of Beth, and you can
stay bound.” “Have it your way,
Traci. I guess that I shouldn’t
complain. Mr. Proctor never does me with
a strap on when I’m tied up” she said with a big smile. “Just a regular ballgag would be fine. Between the butterfly gag and the pussy
eating, my jaws are pretty sore. Traci
selected a bright pink ballgag gag and popped it into her mouth. She set the ball behind Connie’s teeth and
buckled the straps tightly at the base of her neck. Picking up the leash, she led her blind and
mute captive across the room, pausing to fish Connie’s keys out of her apron
pocket before unlocking the door. They
stopped in front of Beth’s door.
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