SIX LITTLE WORDS
Book 1
Chapter 1
Six little words, barely a sentence had changed their relationship forever. “I like to get tied up” she had told him casually. Like someone would say ‘I like to jog’, or ‘I like strawberry ice cream’. “Would you care to elaborate on that?” he asked. “If that’s not plain enough for you” she replied, a little snappy, obviously embarrassed at being caught. The chains attached to her wrists jingled as she gestured while talking. “I like to be tied up, chained up, strapped, or basically restrained in any way. Some people are control freaks; I’m a non control freak. I want to be controlled!” Jim was speechless for a moment, and then simply said “I see.”
It had started
six weeks ago at a corner bar a few blocks from where he now stood. It was north of downtown
She didn’t fit in for some reason, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It wasn’t her style, the denim mini skirt and green top she wore blended in with the rest of the Friday night past after work crowd. All the suits, ties, and dresses were long gone. He liked her boots. The black leather seemed to capture her calves tightly due to the angle in which the stiletto heels forced her feet. She had gorgeous legs, and a nice tan, for this early into the warm weather. It was a real tan. He could always tell the difference between an outdoors tan and a bottle one. He glanced away quickly after he realize how long he’d been admiring the long toned legs that flowed out from under the short flared, denim skirt. He switched to a more covert tactic and studied her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her arms weren’t that of someone who hits the weights regularly, but she did have very nice muscle tone. “Maybe she’s a runner.” The proximity to the lakeshore did attract a lot of people to the sport. He did it a couple of days a week. “Maybe that’s where he’d seen her before, and that’s why she seemed to stand out.” She had a nice chest, maybe a D cup….a healthy C at any rate. She didn’t look drunk, just kind of deep in thought. She had intelligent eyes. Even in the dim light of the bar, he could tell that they were green. A bright emerald green that seemed to shine. Her hair was tied back in a deep red flowing ponytail that probably looked majestic when she had it down out in the sunlight. “Early twenties” he guessed. Probably a couple of years out of college. She was gorgeous. She was way out of his league. He liked the way she chewed on her lower lip as she worked out whatever problem was in her mind.
If he had any balls, he would say something to her. He was practicing assorted really bad pick up lines when she turned to him and said something. The jukebox was playing “Photograph” by Nickelback at a deafening volume. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said” he shouted at her. A crooked little smile crossed her face. “I said ‘can I have another one’” she replied and raised her bottle. “I was talking to the bartender.” As if on cue, he immediately appeared from behind Jim, and dutifully set another beer on the bar in front of her. “How about you, pal?” he asked. “I’m fine, thanks” he peeped.
“I’m sorry that I bothered you. I thought that you were talking to me” Jim told her. He was sure that he was bright red with embarrassment, but he refused to avert his eyes from hers. Maybe she could see his color in the poor light. “Don’t mention it, sweetie” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Red’s not your color. You need to stick to earth tones” she with a giggle, as she slid over to the stool next to him. “I’m Jessica.” She extended her hand to him. Even her fingers were lovely. “I’m Jim. Nice to meet you.” “Can I give you some free advice, Jim?” “Sure, shoot”. “If you’re going to stare at someone, even using the mirror behind the bar. You should break eye contact every once in a while, otherwise the person will get that creepy feeling that someone is watching them. You know what I mean?” His color had almost returned to normal, but then he was crimson again. “Uh huh” he replied dumbly. “I’m flattered” she said, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. He could feel her lips after they were gone, and smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Before he could gather himself together enough to speak again, she snatched up her beer, hopped off the stool, and disappeared into the back of the bar.
That night, alone in bed, he had considered the many possible ways he could have gone to the back of the bar and approached her. It was moot anyway. He hadn’t. As he took his morning run along the lake, he scanned the people, especially the female variety, but he eventually convinced himself that he had never seen her before. He probably never would again either. He wouldn’t have forgotten that red hair. He imagined what it would look like in the daylight. Even as he kept running, he subconsciously kept scanning the redheads, just in case. “What was he thinking? What would he even say to her if he did see her? ‘Hi, remember me? I’m the idiot you humiliated at the bar last night.’”
After his run, he put in a few hours of work on the computer, but he still had her on his mind. “Maybe a quick masturbation session would get her out of his head.” That didn’t seem right either. As night fell, he felt the pull of that corner bar. It was only a few blocks away. “It’s a warm night, and a cold beer would taste good.” Sure he had some in the fridge, but nothing beat the taste of a cold foamy one right from the tap. “Who do I think I’m kidding? Why am I lying to myself?” If he wanted to go down and see if Jessica was at the bar, he could.
He did. She wasn’t.
He was there half the night and got two phone numbers, neither of which
he was interested in. He tried again the
following Friday, thinking maybe it was just a ‘once a week’ thing for
her. No dice then either. She may not have even been from the
neighborhood. She may not have even been
from
Four weeks later he found himself in the same corner bar on the same stool. He wasn’t looking for her, but he hadn’t really forgotten her either. The place was packed, and the music was good. The weather, even warmer yet, made a cold beer that much more delicious. He was just starting back into the singles scene after a two year relationship. He had almost forgotten how it was done. The advice she had given him was taken to heart, and he never starred at anyone too long as he scanned the crowd in the bar room mirror. A blond a few stools down hadn’t learned the trick, and he could tell she was checking him out. Not really his type and she looked like she had already put away quite a few drinks. Jim was still on his first.
A pair of hands
covered his eyes from behind. His hands
immediately shot up and grabbed the other person by the wrists, but he stopped
himself and didn’t jerk them away. He
was not being attacked. “Guess who?” a
female voice said. He had no idea. “Jessica Simpson?” he joked. “Well, you’re half right” came the reply. He pulled the hands from his eyes and spun
around on her barstool to come face to face with Jessica from his first night
at the bar. “Hi” he said, very
surprised. “I hear that you’ve been
looking for
Time to come clean.” “Ye, Actually I did, but who told you I’ve been looking for you?” “The bartender, Rick. He said that he’s seen you in here quite a bit since the night we met, ignoring a lot of other women that were practically throwing themselves at you. He figured that you were either looking for me, or gay.” She flashed him a beautiful smile. You’re not gay. If you were, you wouldn’t have gotten all flustered that first night. Where’d you go anyway? I came back for you, and you were gone.” “I had a lot to do, and it was getting late.” “Boy, that sounds really lame.” “It was eight O’ clock” she stated, putting her hands on her hips in a definite gesture of disbelief. “I can’t remember. Maybe I wanted to get home to watch something on television.” “Wow! That makes me feel pretty high up on your priorities list.” He realized that she was hurt, angry, or both. “Honesty time again.” “I was embarrassed by you twice in about a thirty second period. I figured that I wasn’t going to stick around and see what number three would be.” The smile came back to her face. It was radiant. “Honesty is always the best policy. I came over here to see you, but after that, I was thinking about leaving. Now I’ll let you buy me a drink.” She plopped on the stool next to him. Her outfit was almost identical to the first night. Same black leather boots and pleated denim mini skirt. The only difference was that she wore a pink halter top that left her trim midriff bare, and had a florescent pink scarf through the belt loops of the skirt for a belt. It was tied in a knot over her left hip, and the ends trailed halfway to the floor. She definitely looked good.
“You’re kind of new to this whole bar scene thing, aren’t you?” she asked with a grin. “I’ve been in plenty of bars before” he replied. “To pick up women?” “Okay, maybe not for a few years” he conceded. “Want some more of my good advice/” she inquired, with a gleam in her eye. “Do I really have a choice?” But he said it with a smile. “When a girl kisses you and then walks away, it means something. You follow her. You don’t run away.” “What do you suppose her intentions were?” Now he had the gleam in his eyes. “I guess you’ll never know. Do you know why I’m sitting here with you right now? “My charming personality?” “I wasn’t aware that you had a charming personality. I’m not saying that you don’t. That’s just not the reason. You are the best looking man in this room.” She paused and flashed him another huge smile. He blushed a little. “That’s not the reason either. The reason I’m sitting here with you right now is that you’re the best looking guy in this place, but until I just told you, you didn’t have a clue.” “Thank you. You are, by far, the best looking woman here also.” “There are two major differences in our statements. One is that I know I’m the best looking girl here. The other is that I scare you because I am.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Jim to a sip of his beer to look like he was doing something other than sitting there like an idiot. “Interesting Analysis” he told her. “But there is one big hole in it.” “What’s that?” She asked, her green eyes sparkling. “She likes a challenge.” “If I’m afraid of you, why would I be in here looking for you?” “We can all learn to overcome our fears” she told him as she leaned over and kissed him, this time on the lips.
An hour and several drinks later, they moved to a cozy table in the rear of the bar. The music was still blaring, but they were sitting in one of those perfect spots between the many speakers. The music was going over them rather than at them. They could actually hear enough to hold a conversation, but had no fear of anyone over hearing them. Jessica was getting many looks from other men. What usually would have made him jealous or angry made him proud. She was with him tonight, and seemed to have no problem letting people know. They had pushed their chairs together on side of the table and it seemed like one body part or another of hers was touching him at all times. She wore the same perfume that he remembered from their first meeting. The fragrance seemed to cling to her whole body. He couldn’t place the scent, but it was very familiar. Her lips were soft and moist as they caressed his cheek and nibbled on his ear. He was out of the game, and could admit it. She was making the first move at everything. She picked up his hand and set it on her trim thigh, just below the hemline of her brief skirt. He took a chance and slid it up a little and squeezed the inside of her thigh gently. He got a deep kiss in return.
In between the
kissing and the fondling, they managed to get a conversation going. “Where have you been for the last month while
I may, or may not have been looking for you?”
Jim asked her with a smirk. “I
have a friend who has a friend up in
“He was a real
bible thumper. He was so shook up by my
father’s death that he bought a farm North of Madison and moved us there to get
us away from the evils of the city. It
was actually a lot of hard work, but I really enjoyed it. He got a whole lot of money as part of my
father’s will, and another big pile of cash for raising me, but never touched a
dime. We lived comfortably, though he
already had good money from the time he worked for my dad. He and his wife were killed in a car accident
coming home from bible study one evening.
My friend and I were both seventeen at the time. The court emancipated us because we were
mature for our ages. Neither of us had
long to go before we reached eighteen.
We got an inheritance at that time.
Mine was from my father’s will, and she got her inheritance from
hers. It was kind of funny. The wills were set up almost exactly the
same. Mine was just larger sums, but
hers is enough to live on comfortably.
We got a small chunk at eighteen, and a larger one at age twenty
one. The bulk of it comes at age thirty,
and there is even a small sum at age sixty.
I guess that’s just in case I blow all the money and need something to
retire on” she said with a wink. “I have
enough to be more than comfortable for the rest of my life. So to sum it up, rich, yes, but not spoiled
yet. At least I wasn’t when I was
growing up. I can drive many different
tractors and a combine. That’s kind of
what I’ve been doing when I go back up to
They established
all of the basics. He was an only
child. His parents had divorced when he
was fifteen. His dad moved to
The sex was good
and the relationship even better as it progressed. It blossomed because neither one of them had
any firm commitments to occupy their time, so they had plenty of time to be
into each other. Her friend went back to
He had managed to
make it to the airport on time despite the terrible morning traffic. The driver got a big tip. He was second in line at the boarding gate
counter when his cell phone rang. He
guessed that it was Jessica wishing him a safe flight, it seemed like most of
the time they were apart, which wasn’t much, they were talking to each other on
their cell phones. Jim fished it out of
his pocket, and when he looked at the number, he was surprised. It wasn’t Jessica, but the rep he was going
to see in
He was now in a very good mood. He would get to spend the weekend with Jessica after all. He speed dialed her apartment, but got no answer. Then he tried her cell phone, but didn’t get her there either. He didn’t leave a message either place. He’d surprise her. He knew that she’d see his cell number on her missed calls, but would probably think he was calling to tell her that he was about to depart. He wasn’t worried about his luggage. There was nothing in the bag that he couldn’t live without for a couple of days. He had his laptop bag with him. All he had to do now was catch a cab back to the North side.
He was tempted to
call her as they got close, but decided against spoiling the surprise. Inbound rush hour traffic was far worse than
the outbound had been, and it was now well after his scheduled departure
time. If she saw the number on her missed
calls, she would know that he hadn’t left.
It was much better to do it in person.
He had the driver swing past her building on the way to his. He was going to have him pull around the back
and check for her car, but as they turned onto her street he saw three
Jessica opened the
door on the security chain, her body hidden behind it and just her eyes peering
out from the crack in-between the door and door frame. “What’s going on here? Are you alright?” Jim asked frantically. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to be going to
Jessica closed the door and stood before him. She was dressed from head to toe as a French maid. It was a very kinky version of a French maid. The uniform consisted of a short, black dress made out of a shiny patent leather. It had white lace at the edges of the short puffy sleeves, and the hem of the abbreviated skirt. The skirt was pushed up and out by many petticoats underneath, the bottoms of which were visible. It was short enough that her garters and the tops of her stockings could be seen. Her stockings were a fishnet pattern, and on her feet were black patent stiletto heels with one inch ankle straps. They were so high that another strap went around the front of her foot to hold it in the shoe. Shiny, black leather gloves covered her arms all the way until the disappeared under the puffy sleeves. A white apron, trimmed in the same lace was tied tightly around her waist, ending behind her in a large bow. On her head was a matching white lacy maid’s cap.
The costume was
strange, but it wasn’t the reason Jim’s mouth now hung open. She was covered in chains, thin, but strong
looking silver chain. One chain went
around her waist with shorter lengths about six inches long coming off either
side. A handcuff encircled each wrist
and connected to the end of each chain.
A pair of leg irons hobbled her steps, and another chain ran from the
middle of her waist chain down to the center of the shackle chain. A tall, black leather collar went around her
neck leaving just a peek of white lace from the uniform collar sticking out the
top. It was obvious that it was so stiff
and tall, that held her head strictly in the posture it was now in. From a larger silver ring in the front, ran
another chain that connected to the center of the one encircling her waist,
bisecting her breasts enroute. From the
back of the collar ran yet another chain that connected to a second set of
handcuffs that were locked around her upper arms, just above her elbows. A short chain separated them. The length of the connecting chain kept her
elbows tight to her body. She could
move, but in a very restricted manner, as she moved away from the door. She turned to face him, and began to cross
her arms, but stopped when she realized that her bondage wouldn’t allow
it. “What happened? Who did this to you? He exclaimed, looking
over the kinky outfit. “Nothing
happened. No one did this to me” she
replied calmly. “Why didn’t the police
let you loose?” he shot back at her. “They
didn’t let me loose because they don’t have the keys. These aren’t regular handcuffs and ankle
shackles.” “Who has them then? Who did this?
Did you file a police report?”
“Jim, I have the keys.” “You have
the keys? Where are they? Why are you still chained up like this in
that costume?” “The keys are in a
special lock box that only opens on a timer.
Until the time expires, the box won’t open.” “Who did this to you? Where is he?”
he replied, oblivious of the key explanation. “I did this to myself” “You did this to yourself? No you didn’t. If you did, why were the police just
here?” “Calm down, come in here and sit
down” she told him as she grabbed his hand and shuffled into the living
room. They sat down on here sofa. Then she said those six little words. Six little words that would change their
relationship forever.
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SIX LITTLE WORDS
Book 1
Chapter 2
His “I see” hung
in the air for a few moments, and then she began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her
down with him as he sat down of sofa.
She buried her face in his chest and bawled. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my
life.” He held her closer and held her
tighter. Her hair was pulled back in a
long braid with a large white bow at the nape of her neck. He could see the back of the tall leather
collar. It closed with three buckles,
from each hung a small padlock. “Tell me
about the police” he said in a soothing voice.
“Are you in trouble?” “Noooo” she
sobbed. “No, you’re not in trouble, or
no, you won’t tell me about it?” “No,
I’m not in trouble.” She cried some
more. “One of my neighbors must have
seen
A half an hour later she was all cried out. He wiped her eyes one last time with a Kleenex and asked “Can I ask you a few questions?” “About this?” She rattled the chains attached to her wrists. “Yea, that would be the popular topic about now.” “You think I’m a freak!” she pouted. “I think that you are a gorgeous, intelligent woman who is really kinky. I understand all the chains and the gag. You like to be tied up, but why are you dressed up like a French maid?” “Because I’m cleaning my house today” she answered seriously. “Of course, why didn’t I think of that?” he said sarcastically. She gave him a hint of a smile. “It’s really hard to explain.” “Go ahead and try.” “Okay, I’m sure that you’ve noticed that I’m really hard to motivate. Especially when it’s something that I really hate to do. I’ll find any excuse to get out of it, or I’ll quit halfway through it and start doing something else. House cleaning is one of those things.” “Your house is always spotless” “That’s because I have a really hard working made that comes every couple of weeks.” She gestured to herself. “It’s me. I chain myself up and lock the keys away in the box with the timer. I do the cleaning until the time is up and I can release myself. Then I masturbate and have a huge string of orgasms while think about how I spent the whole day gagged, restrained, and helpless.” “You’re never tempted to get off while you are playing Fifi the French maid?” “I can’t.” She tapped her crotch and it made a thudding sound. She lifted her uniform skirt and petticoats to show him. “It’s a chastity belt. It’s locked on. I can’t get it off either, until I get the keys.” “I stand corrected. You’re kinky and clever” he told her. “I used to just wear a pair of denim overalls. I’d put a big piece of foam rubber down there, and use a piece of chain through the belt loops and my crotch as part of my restraints. I always managed to manipulate it around enough to get off.” She gave him a sheepish grin. “That’s when I went shopping on the internet. The chastity belt solved that problem. It’s impossible to get off, or even stimulate myself with it on. I’m also double plugged.” “Double plugged?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows. “You know one plug in either hole. It keeps me horny as hell. I would have shredded your clothes by now if I thought there was any chance of sexual contact. I also have a clamp on my clit and either nipple.” “A clamp?” he echoed. “Well, not really a clamp. They’re more like clips. They don’t really hurt, just more of a constant pressure. If they were too tight, everything would go numb, and trust me they don’t. I know those suckers are on every second I’m like this.” She tapped her right breast and it made a clicking sound. “Hard plastic cups. It’s actually a chastity corset. There’s a built in breast harness. Like I said, I can’t get to anything. I found the corset about the same time as the maid’s uniform. They kind of go together. The uniform has small slits at the waist. I padlock the corset to the waist chain on either side.” She showed him. “Between the collar and the corset, I can’t get the uniform off without the keys either. The gloves are attached up inside the sleeves. About all I could do is shred my stockings. I haven’t figured out how to lock them on yet” she said with a big grin. “Or your shoes. Those are some pretty high heels. Your legs look great in them” he complimented. “Practice makes perfect, but I can’t take them off either.” She lifted her fettered leg and placed her shoe in his lap. Around each ankle was an additional thin chain that Jim hadn’t noticed. It was right below the leg iron shackle. It encircled her ankle and then ran underneath her shoe, just in front of the heel. The whole arrangement was locked on by but another small padlock. “They’re called ‘shoe locks’” she explained.
“How long have you been doing this?” “Dressing like a French maid, or tying myself up?” “Both.” “I’ve been doing the French maid thing for about two years, but I’ve had the uniform for a little over a year. My house has never been cleaner.” “And tying yourself up in general?” “Since I was about sixteen, maybe even fifteen. You think I’m a total nut job, don’t you?” “I have run screaming for the door yet, have I?”
“Stand up and turn around for me. I want the full effect of the outfit.” She obeyed, ending in a mock curtsy. “You move well in those chains. How come they’re so restrictive? How do you manage to get anything done?” “I’ve worked with different lengths of chains. This is about as short as I can have them and still get all my work done on time. I’ve had a lot of practice.” “And there’s absolutely no way you can get out of that without the keys?” He put a finger in between a handcuff and her wrist, to see how much give there was. “No way, without a pair of bolt cutters, and for that reason, I don’t own a pair. The temptation could be too great. You have no idea how horny I am right now, and it’s only been a couple of hours.” “I like the outfit. It’s sexy as hell.” “How about the chains?” “I think that I can deal with those too” he told her, picking up the gag. “Open your mouth.” He put the tip of the black shaft to her lips. “It won’t work. I cut the strap. I have another one just like it, but without the hole in the center.” “What’s the hole for?” “So I can breath easier than just through my nose. I can also drink through it using a straw. It’s for long term wear.” “How long were you going to wear it for?” She looked at the clock on her DVD player. “Another six hours, or so. Eight hours total.” “Open up. I just want to see you take it all. It looks huge.” He put it to her mouth again. When her lips parted, he pushed it in, slowly at first, but then in one motion, he moved behind her, covered the leather front piece with his hand, and pushed the gag home. He realized that the leather rectangle on the front was filled with foam rubber. It not only held the gag in place, but it formed to her face, sealing her lips. She struggled for a moment, pulling her wrists against the waist chain, but then gave a muted moan and fell silent. “This thing works pretty well. I could get use to keeping you quiet whenever I want. Scream as loud as you can for me.” She did, and it came out as a garbled mumble. “Wow! This works great! You told me once that the only way to really keep you quiet was to gag you. I guess that you weren’t kidding.” She nodded her head as much as the posture collar would allow. “I’m also guessing that you have a whole treasure trove of bondage equipment stashed away around this place.” She gave another half nod. “And you were scared to tell me about it, weren’t you?” She didn’t nod or shake her head. “Are you going to take the fifth on that one?” She indicated she would. “This is the most I’ve talked in a conversation without you interrupting since I’ve met you” he said with obvious glee. “We’re now going to go into the bedroom, and you’re going to show me all the kinky things that lurk there. The things that embarrass you, and make you think you’re a freak. I’ll make up my own mind.” He led her to the bedroom, and removed the gag when they got there.
She showed him everything. All of her kinky outfits and clothes, every chain, rope, and strap. All of the hoods, gags, and blindfolds. She even showed him the leather single glove and strait jacket. “You obviously can’t use some of these alone. Have you told other boyfriends about this?” “Well, not right from the start, but later in the relationship. That’s usually what ends it. Either they freak out and bolt right away, or they just want to tie me up and beat me senseless. Then I end up breaking it off. I’ve never showed any of them everything like this.” “Beat you what?” She went to the closet and brought out a red Rubbermaid box that looked like it was made to store sweaters. She opened the lid, and dumped the contents onto the bed. It was filled with small whips, floggers, paddles, and even a riding crop or two. Jim picked up one that looked like a leather covered ping pong paddle. “You liked to get spanked?” “Sometimes I do, but not to the point of injury.” “How about right now?” “You could if you wanted to.” “I could do anything I want, if I wanted to. Try to remember that you’re all chained up and helpless.” He slapped the paddle against the palm of his hand. “Do you want to get spanked right now?” “Spankings always make me horny, and I’m already really horny, so I guess it doesn’t matter. You can give me a few swats if you want to try it.” “I think I will” he said with a grin. “I was afraid you’d say that.” “But you just told me too?” he said, very confused. “I’m kidding. Relax, and have fun. How do you want me?” she asked. “I’m kind of new at this. Whatever you think is best.”
She cleared the bed, and stacked a couple of pillows, one on top of the other, then laid on them with the stack just under her stomach. This caused her ass to jut out like an offering. “You’ll have to do my skirt. I can’t reach it” she told him. He pulled the leather uniform skirt and the petticoats out of the way. “Between the strap running up your ass cheeks, and the garter belt straps, this really makes a nice picture.” “Thank you, I think.” “Trust me, it was a compliment. Which one of these hurts the most?” “Just use the one you have. Does it really matter?” “I asked you a question” he said sternly. “It depends where it hits me.” “Now we’re playing word games. Okay, I’ll bite. Where do you usually get hit?” “I didn’t mean it like that. I usually get hit on my butt, but sometimes on my thighs or breasts. At other times on my back with floggers and whips. I’ve even had my pussy and clit whipped. I don’t like that at all, but when you’re tied so tight, you can’t move a muscle, and you’re gagged, it’s hard to complain much.” “On a scale of one to ten, what would you call the paddle I have in my hand?” “That’s a six or a seven, but it also depends on the number of swats. Even the lightest paddle is really going to begin to sting after a while. Also, if my skin was wet, it would go up to an eight or nine.” “So it would hurt more if your skin was wet? I can figure out on my own that the more I hit you, the more it will hurt.” “Yes, with some paddles it does. It has to be something that makes real direct contact. With something like a flogger, moisture wouldn’t matter.” “See, I’m learning a lot. You said ‘gagged’. Should I gag you for this? Are we going to have the police here again?” “How many are you going to give me? I can take a few.” “I’ll give you two.” “I’ll be fine.”
“Ready?” “Yes.” The paddle came down on her left buttock with a resounding crack. “How was that?” he asked. She giggled. “That sounded good, but a six year old could hit me harder. Put your arm into it. I’m not going to break.” Crack. She yelped. “Okay, that’s more like it. I’m going to be felling that one later.” Crack. “Ouch! Hey, you said that you were only going to give me two!” “The first one was only for practice. I didn’t want one side to feel cheated. From the redness, I’d say that it was about even. What do you think?” She slid her hands back and covered her cheeks. They were warm, as she rubbed them. “I’d say that you’re a quick learner. Are we done yet?” “That’s all folks, unless you want more.” “That will do fine for now. Help me up.” Her took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. “What’s with these gloves? They feel funny.” “They’re not regular shoulder length leather gloves. They are a restraint in themselves. They have extra padding in the fingers. It’s supposed to make it harder to untie knots. I use them to make it harder to do my work. It’s kind of a bondage challenge. “Hey, you’ve got a stiffy!” She could see the bulge in the front of his jeans. She reached out and squeezed it. “You’re hard as a rock. I don’t think you’ve ever been this hard when we’ve had sex. This really turns you on, doesn’t it?” “Yea, I guess it kind of does.” “Kind of?” She squeezed him again and he began to blush. “Maybe I need to put that gag back in your mouth.” “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. I’m the one who’s all chained up in a leather French maid’s uniform. If you gag me, I can’t use my mouth. Just because my holes are filled, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.” She dropped to her knees and nuzzled his erection through his jeans with her mouth. “Blindfold me. I promise not to disappoint you.” He took a black leather blindfold out of one of the restraint containers of the bed, and buckled it securely around her eyes. “Perfect. I want to feel really helpless. Now handcuff me. The steel restraints are in the blue bin.” “You’re already handcuffed.” “No, I mean another pair. Lock my wrists together behind my back.” “Then you’ll be stuck like that until the timer opens the lock box.” “No, the ones I’m wearing are different. These are my regular cuffs. The keys are in there with them.” She held out her wrists behind her blindly. “See the red dot next to the keyhole on these?” He looked, and he did. “All of the handcuffs, shackles, and padlocks that I’m wearing have a little red dot next to the keyhole. All of the keys that match the restraints with red dots are on a key ring with a red dot on it. Those are the keys that are locked up. Just use a different color. I have three different colors of handcuffs and leg irons, and five different colors for the padlocks.” Jim looked through the bin, and told her that he understood. He understood better than she thought. In a few moments, she not only had her hands handcuffed behind her, but a second set captured her ankles, holding them a few inches apart. To insure that she stayed in the kneeling position, he ran the chain on the handcuffs through the leg iron chain before securing her wrists. When she realized what he had done, she told him “This may work out better than I ever imagined”.
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He undid his pants, letting his boxers and jeans slide down to his ankles. Pressing the turgid tip to her lips, he asked “Any last words?” She licked her lips, and then kissed it before forming her lips into an O around it. She licked, slurped, and sucked, taking him a little more into her mouth each time until she was almost deep throating him. She pulled back with a particularly loud slurp and told him “Get the harness ring gag out of the bin with all the gags in it.” “The what gag?” he asked. “Why would I want to gag you?” “It’s not like that. It’s not a gag to keep me quiet. It looks like a plastic ring with leather straps attached to it. It’s not actually plastic. It’s coated metal. It keeps me from biting you. The ring holds my mouth open, and the straps hold it in place.” “Why would you want to bite me?” “I don’t want to bite you. I just don’t want that option available to me. Humor me. I want to feel totally controlled, absolutely in your power. Trust me, it will still be really good.” “If you say so” he replied while sorting through the many gags. “It’s your game. I’m just a player in it. Here it is. Open wide.” He began fitting it onto her head.
“Ank ewe” she told him, as he buckled the last strap tightly under her chin. “Ut it ack in” she instructed, now unable to enunciate properly. He roughly grabbed her ponytail, tipped her head back, and forced his dick into her mouth. He felt it bounce off the back of her throat, but she didn’t choke. “Maybe being gagged a lot through the years has loosened up her gag reflex.” He pushed himself in a little deeper, and she had to tilt her head back to try to accommodate him in her throat. The tall stiff posture collar locked around her throat made it more of a challenge. When he knew he was in her throat, he held her there. She worked her lips around the ring gag at first and he could still feel her tongue, but then she realized her airway was blocked. She started to struggle. Just a little at first, but then she was pulling at her restraints and trying to dislodge his cock. He held on tightly, as he counted to thirty. She wasn’t totally freaking out, but she was trying to put up a fight. It did no good. He had done as she wanted, and he was in total control. Jim couldn’t believe how turned on he was.
Upon reaching thirty; he pulled back about an inch, clearing her airway. She gulped at his prick as she greedily sucked precious air in through her nose. A lot of spittle ran down her chin. “Is that what you were looking for?” Her blind eyes looked up towards him, and she did her beast to nod her head while vigorously sucking his dick. “Umm hmm” she mumbled. The ring gag in her mouth didn’t prevent her from creating a tight suction around his shaft with her lips. Jim groaned as her tried to hold back, resting his hands on either side of her head. He did it more of a place to them as opposed to forcing or guiding her. She had her own agenda and despite the restraints, blindfold, and gag, it was clear that she was experienced at fellatio. When it eventually became too much, he shot his load deep in her mouth. He used the placement of his hands to his advantage, grabbing the harness of the ring gag on either side of her head. Now she would be unable to pull away and expel his spendings. She made no attempt; instead swallowing every drop like she did it every day. He held himself there a little longer, eventually withdrawing when he became soft. “Ank ewe” she told him as her tongue swiped her lips. She looked a little like a fish on a hook. She couldn’t close her mouth all the way, and her lips framed the ring in a perfect O.
Pulling up his pants and drawers, he fished the keys out of his pocket and removed the handcuffs from her ankles. Next, he unbuckled enough of the top of the harness gag to remove the blindfold. As she blinked and squinted, getting her eyes used to the light, he re-secured the straps. “Ayyy” she said loudly, as she figured out what she was doing. “Ake es off o eee” she slurred. He wiped some drool from her chin. “You don’t like it, do you?” She pulled at her bound hands. “Unn Uhh” she whined. “You’ll wear it for a while for just that reason” he told her. “It’s a good look for you. If I could paint, I’d do it in water colors and call it ‘hunting for penis’.” She made a grumbling sound as he helped her to her stiletto heeled feet. “Ow ong?” “Until I decide to take it off. It’s not like you can. Hey, you’re the one who wants to be controlled.” He picked up a gag that was an essential twin of the one she had cut off earlier. He turned it over and saw that it was identical except it had no hole running through it. “Imm et eee ree ou alk ou ewe” she pleaded. Some more spittle ran out the front of her mouth. “Once again, it’s not your decision. I’m not really into this drooling thing” he said, wiping it away again. “You’re like a fountain every time you talk. Besides, I can lock this on to you.” He showed her the buckle. “Then I can give you the use of your hands back. It will be just like you planned it at the beginning of the day.” He raised the gag in front of her face and lined the shaft up with the hole in an exaggerated fashion. “Ut it urts!” “It hurts?” he said laughing. “This is coming from a woman who put clamps on her nipples this morning, so she can be uncomfortable all day” he asked rhetorically. “Umm hmm” she whined. “Discussion over” he told her as he drove the plug home. Her body jerked at first, like she was going to resist. He held her with one hand flat against the gag panel and the other on the nape of her neck. It became obvious that she wasn’t going to put up a fight. It had just been an involuntary reaction. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, waiting to see what he would do. He buckled the gag snugly, and then dug in his pocket for the small padlock that had previously secured her handcuff and leg iron chains while she knelt. The lock went through the hole on the gag’s buckle, closing with a loud click. She gave a muted little squeal. Only then did he remove the handcuffs that held her hands behind her.
He pocketed the handcuffs as her arms fell back to her sides, still connected by short chains, to her waist. “There” he told her. “It’s just like you thought it would be when you decided to play ‘bondage maid’ today. The only difference is that you now have a spectator.” He paused. “Make that an admirer. I now have a quiet, obedient Jessica.” He caressed her cheek. “This is different, but I think I could get used to it. It’s like two sides of the same coin.”
He lifted the last Rubbermaid bin onto the bed. This one was a dark green in color. Pooping the lid off, a sly grin came across his face. It was totally full of sex toys. Every imaginable type of dildo, vibrator, and butt plug, fell from his hands as he sorted through the bin. Some of them vibrated, and some didn’t. Most had cords neatly wrapped around them, held in place with rubber bands. Others had the controls right on the device. A few even had wireless remote controls. At the bottom of the bin he found a strap on dildo harness. He held it up for her to see. “This is always an awkward question in a new relationship, but do you do women?” She turned her back to him, blushing. “Okay, I’ll change the subject” he said, throwing the belt back into the heap of sex toys and turning her around. “Show me the sizes of the ones inside you now.” She was still blushing, but he could tell that she was smiling behind her gags. She sorted through the pile and came up with a pretty large dildo. It was about eight inches long and fairly squat in diameter. “I see” he nodded, “And in your other end?” He swatted her lightly on the ass. The butt plug she held up looked huge to him, not that anything back there would seem small. She giggled behind her gag. “Do they vibrate?” She shook her head as much as the posture collar would allow. “If I put one of the remote controlled ones in, and locked on the chastity corset; you couldn’t get it out, but I could turn it on and off whenever I liked, right?” he asked. She nodded. “I think that your next cleaning day is going to be even more interesting than this one.
She was smiling again until he asked “How many female partners have you had?” She punched him in the thigh hard, and stormed out of the room as fast as her hobble would allow. He caught up with her in the living room, and told her “You can just hold up fingers, or don’t you have that many?” She swung at his leg again, but he was ready this time and stepped out of the way. “Do you need a little tighter restraint while we finish this conversation?” he asked, pulling the handcuffs out of his pocket and dangling them in front of her face. “We’re going to have this conversation. I’m a guy who’s fascinated by this type of thing.” She pointed towards her gagged mouth and sighed through her nose.
“Eyem ott oing
ou alk ou ewe ike ess.” She mumbled. He
had taken out the penis gag, but left the harness ring gag in place. She started to fold her arms in front of her
defensively, but again figured out that her restraints wouldn’t allow it. “Eyem aiting” she grumbled and glared at
him. He pulled a couple of Kleenexes out
of the box on the end table, wiped her lower lip and chin, and began to
unbuckle the gag. “Thank you” she told
him when it was finally out of his mouth.
“That’s a fun gag to play with for blow jobs and things, but it really
is an uncomfortable gag after awhile.
It’s not just the drool; it was really making my jaw cramp up.” She moved towards him and gave him a
kiss. “Just put the penis one in when
you gag me again, okay?” “That sounds
alright, but back to the subject at hand” he said, raising his eyebrows. “I’m not a lesbian, or at least I’m not only
a lesbian.” She was turning bright red
again. “I guess you could say that I’m
bisexual, but I’ve only been with one woman in my life.” “I’m not even sure that makes you bisexual”
Jim told her. “Most people just call
that experimentation.” “I’ve been with
her a lot, many, many times. “Is it your
friend from
Jessica now lay on her back, on the couch
with her head pillowed in Jim’s lap. She
was restrained as before, except she now wore the blindfold tightly buckled
over her eyes. “Let’s see if that helps”
Jim told her. “It seems to make you more
submissive, and I like the way it looks anyway.
Tell me, which came first with Cathy, the tie up games, or the woman on
woman stuff?” Jessica blushed again
under the blindfold. He tickled her
under her chin and told her “Come on, I’m just trying to see where I stand.” “You’re my boyfriend” she replied. “And she’s what? Your girlfriend?” “I haven’t been with her since we got
together” Jessica shot back defensively.
“Are you going to quit being best friends?” “No, of course not.” “Did you stop seeing her because of me? Has she tried to get you to come up and see
her since we started going out?” “Yes on
both counts. It’s kind of been a between
relationship kind of thing. She knows
that.” “Does she see other people?” “Yes, but like I do. They are kind of few and far between. You don’t seem angry. Are you angry?” “I’m not angry. How could I be angry? Maybe a little disappointed because you
didn’t tell me about this before now.
I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you were going to tell me
eventually.” “Thank you” she
replied. “You were also going to tell me
that you’re the freaking bondage queen of the universe too, right?” “Jim” she whined, “That’s not fair. I didn’t want to scare you away.” “I haven’t left yet, have I? This day has gotten stranger every hour that
it progresses. Which came first, the tie
up, or the lesbian games?” “We used to
tie each other up. Just playing
around. We were pretty honest with each
other. At one point, one of us told the
other, I think it was me, that she liked it.
We both agreed on that. It was
kind of like an escape artist thing, except neither of us ever came close to
escaping. We were both really good at
tying knots, and quite inventive.” “How
old were you then?” Jim interrupted. “O,
I don’t know. Probably thirteen or
fourteen. It started with ropes. There are always plenty of them lying around
on a farm. There are also plenty of good
places to tie someone up in a big old barn.
Like I said before, no one ever got loose. It almost became a contest of who could make
the other one more helpless. That’s when
the gags and blindfolds came in, and eventually making the victim wear
restrictive clothes or punishment clothes.”
“What are punishment clothes?”
“They were whatever our creative minds could come up with. For example, we had a lot of heavy winter
clothes around, being that it was
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Jim decided to make the bedroom his home base for looking into Jessica’s psyche. He was tempted to jump right on the computer and find out what perverted things she had been doing online. Instead he went through the assorted bins of restraints and things. He examined each item carefully, and was sure he knew, or could guess, the use for everything. If nothing else, she extremely neat and organized. Everything had its place. Next he moved to her closet and dresser, going through her clothes one piece at a time. Her preferences definitely leaned towards dresses and skirts. She barely owned a pair of short besides several pairs of shortalls hanging in the closet. He didn’t see many pairs of pants either. The skirts and dresses were mostly of the tight and revealing variety, but not as much to be called sluttish. She definitely had no problem showing some skin. She had more shoes and boots than a small shoe store, the majority with taller heels. He only saw two pairs of athletic shoes among them. Her lingerie drawer was a wonderful surprise. All sorts of sexy pieces in assorted textures and colors. She seemed to like garter belts, bustiers, and teddies. That was good, so did he. He put everything back the way he found it, and went to investigate the second bedroom. Enroute, he found Jessica cleaning. She was busily dusting the entertainment center in the living room, so into her task that she didn’t hear him creeping up behind her. She jumped when he wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her off the ground. She gave a gagged squeal, and kicked her chained feet. “Think you’re going to be done in time?” he asked setting her down and giving her a light swat on her butt. She sort of shrugged her shoulders. “How do I know that you don’t really like to get spanked, and you’re going to be late on purpose?” he teased her. She turned and looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. “Your room is still off limits. I’m going to check out the other bedroom.” He kissed her on the forehead before leaving the room.
The second bedroom was exactly as Jessica had said. The real surprise was the large volume of kinky clothes and costumes. There were skirts, dresses, cat suits, and under garments in every color of leather, vinyl, and rubber. She seemed to have an especially large collection of leather garments. “Probably because she can wear them out in public” he thought as he examined a shiny, black low cut leather mini dress. The leather straight jacket intrigued him. It looked very secure. It was black with silver buckles and zippers. The zippers were strategically placed where her breasts would be. Each buckle could be secured with a padlock. The crotch strap was actually two separate straps that would go front to back, on either side of the important parts. “Total helplessness with no loss of access.” He liked the idea. He saw similar designs in several other items. One was a bright red, vinyl cat suit with zippers at the crotch and breasts. Most of the clothes were either designed with sex in mind, or to put sex on someone’s mind.
“I like your taste in clothing” he told her. “In both of your bedrooms.” He had snuck up behind her again. The time she had been vacuuming in the front hall, so she had, had no chance of hearing him creep up behind her. He held either arm at full stretch at her sides, gripping each gloved wrist just above the handcuffs. His tongue darted in and out of her left ear. The collar didn’t allow her to turn her head. She tried, but he didn’t allow her to pull away. “I may not be able to get to your breast, pussy, or clit, but I’ve found that most females find this highly arousing.” He nuzzled the area just behind her ear. The high collar almost reached the area in question. She purred into her gag and stopped struggling. “I’m really missing your lips, babe, but I’m kind of into the silent Jessica right now.” She squirmed as he continued to excite her. “I’m going to play on your computer now. The other bedroom is available to be cleaned. Don’t bother me while I spy on your web surfing habits.” He told her, his tongue darting into her ear one last time before he released her.
Her computer was already turned on when he sat down at her desk. He shook the mouse, and the screen saver disappeared, showing him the desktop. The first place he visited was her web cache. It showed all the sights that she had visited lately. Most were fairly normal, but every once in a while one would stand out from the news, weather, and glamour web addresses. He would double click the mouse, and usually be looking at some sort of bondage, or D&S sight a moment later. Her user names and passwords were all embedded, so he had no problem with gaining access to the ones that were pay sites. He wasn’t terribly surprised by what he found, but he had never imagined that there were so many ways to bind, tie, or otherwise restrain the female body. A better understanding of all of her bondage paraphernalia was gained and he got plenty of new ideas. Most of the subscriptions sites contained just pictures, but some also had streaming videos and stories. He came across a few sites that had only stories, as he checked her bookmarks, but he had no idea which ones she had read. They covered everything from bondage, to golden showers and scatology. They were mostly in text format, which didn’t help because there would be a lot of text files on her computer. Then he had an idea. He checked her directory structure using desktop explorer. He went down a level, trying to figure out where she would put her personal stuff. She had a lot of files. On a whim, he did a search of her most recently accessed files. The first was a Microsoft Excel spreadsheet called ‘housework’. It was what he thought it would be. He printed the list on her laser printer, folded it up, and put it in his pocket. He checked the directory it was in, but it was just where it should be with the other Microsoft Office files. Scrolling backwards through the most recently used files, he came across one called ‘Captive’. Bringing it up took a couple of seconds. That told him that it was a very large file. He had hit the jackpot. It was an erotic story! He checked the directory it was in before reading it. It was just as he had suspected. All of her stories and other pornography were there, buried so deep that he never would have found them just looking through directories. There were thousands of photographs, mostly in JPEG format. He brought twenty or so up at random. They looked very commercial, or at least posed amateurs. They were probably from the kinky sites that she subscribed to. He selected some of the video clips. They were similar to the pictures. He guessed they were from the same sites.
A constant theme ran through everything he had seen so far. The videos and images were not about violence. It was about restraint. In a few of the movies, women had been getting spanked as punishment, but no real hardcore S&M. None of them seemed to particularly like it either. They were damsels in distress. Ninety percent of them were being dominated by men. Frequently it was two or more women bound and gagged at the same time. All of the images she had downloaded to her computer were of strict, tight, inescapable bondage. He had seen women who looked like they could escape if they sneezed on some of the websites. These obviously weren’t the ones that appealed to Jessica. Another directory name caught his eye. It was called ‘Real’. He thought it was maybe some Real One video files, but when he double clicked on it, he knew he had hit the jackpot.
The folders within it were set up the same, each labeled pictures, stories, and videos. He opened the picture folder and clicked on the first image. It showed a naked, red headed woman tied face down on a bed. She was bound spread eagle with leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She was also gagged and blindfolded. The gag looked to be of a similar variety to the one that Jessica presently wore; a leather front panel holding something in her mouth. Several pillows were wedged under her groin, tightening the stretch of her limbs, and offering up her rear. The offer had obviously been accepted. Her buttocks were bright red. It was obviously that she had been recently spanked with a paddle or some other striking implement. He looked closer and discovered two things. She the first was that she wore a black, leather collar around her neck. The second was that he had seen the collar and the wrist and ankle restraints before. He dug through the proper bin of restraints, and came up with all five.
The girl in the picture wasn’t Jessica, but the red hair was a close match. He could tell that the body wasn’t hers. It was beautifully, but different in dimension to some of Jessica’s measurements. After studying the image for about a minute, he noticed the tip of a butt plug protruding from between the crimson rear cheeks. He wondered if it was Catherine. The picture wasn’t taken in this house, but it was different from the many website photos that looked like they had been taken in a studio. The room was someone’s bedroom. It looked lived in, and not staged. After studying the picture for a few more moments, he realized that he had another whole directory of material to explore. He had better quit mooning over this one image, and get to work.
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The pictures were of many different women tied in assorted ways, and they all appeared to be real. About half of the first fifty were of Catherine tied in different ways. Most were taken in the same bedroom, but some were outdoors, in what appeared to be a dungeon, and other places. The fifty-first was what he was looking for. It was a picture of Jessica wearing a black leather mini skirt and halter top outfit that he’d seen in the spare bedroom. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds as she stared directly at the camera. Her bright red lips were wrapped around a green ballgag that matched her eyes. Yards and yards of white rope bound her to a hard, wooden straight backed chair. It didn’t look like she could move a muscle below her neck. The expression on her face made it clear that she loved it. He copied the file to her desktop.
The next picture was of a woman in a ball tie wearing a black leather hood. He was sure it was Jessica. She was wearing the same clothes as the first one. The rope looked to be the same also. He scanned through the photos and found many more of Jessica, and the woman who he was now sure was Catherine. Many of the photos were taken in the same locations. The two women looked very similar. If he didn’t know better, he would think they were twins, or at least sisters. He was surprised that most of the pictures of the women were taken with them fully dressed. There were wild outfits and costumes, but still clothed beneath their bindings. He realized that he could spend many hours looking through the many pictures, and decided to save that for another time. He opened the video directory.
The first was a woman in a light green, latex rubber cat suit. He couldn’t tell who the woman was because she wore a tight black leather hood on her head, though he could see a single braid of red hair coming out from under the hood. Jessica and Catherine’s hair colors were close to tell which woman, if either, it was. He studied the body shape, and decided it was Catherine. She was tied spread eagle, face up on a four poster bed. He looked at the struggling woman in the video, and then at the bed next to him. The video had been taken in this room. She was tied very securely with rope. She was bound to the bed by her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, elbows, and wrists. It looked like she had fallen into a giant white spider web. From the sounds of the muffled moans coming from under the hood, it was apparent that she was tightly gagged. The cat suit had built in latex gloves and open areas for her breasts and pubis.
An arm entered the scene and pinched a nipple. The rest of the person couldn’t be seen, but the left part of the body could. It was a woman wearing a latex cat suit that matched Catherine’s. It was electric blue, but didn’t have the genital cut out areas. As the person moved to tweak the other nipple, more of her showed. Her back was to the camera, but a matching set of red hair stuck out of the top of the hood of the cat suit’s hood. It had to be Jessica. Reaching off screen, she produced a pair of vibrating nipple clamps. The clamp itself was adjustable, and a small vibrating egg hung from each one. Wires that came out of either egg joined together before forming a three foot wire that ran to a control box. Catherine gave a stream of muted complaints from under the hood and twisted her bound body while Jessica attached the clamps. She had no problem doing so. The tight rope that held Catherine’s torso allowed little movement. She again reached off screen, and produced a dildo, butt plug, and a tube of lubricant. It was obvious that they vibrated by the long cords that were attached to them. They each had steel rings attached to their bases. The dildo was large and green, a little darker than her outfit. The butt plug was about the size Jessica had indicated that she now wore, and bright red. He realized that they were actually a little smaller than the ones Jessica now wore. Maybe Jessica and Catherine had different tastes in sizes. Maybe Catherine had no choice began she was tied down and gagged.”
Jessica reached out of the camera’s view again, and came back with a hand towel, and some sort of a harness arrangement. The waist belt was about two inches wide. Jessica buckled it tightly around Catherine’s waist. Another belt, about an inch wide, hung from the back of the waist belt, but Jessica left it for now. Cathy seemed to sense what was coming, and fought her restraints to no avail. Opening the tube of lubricant, Jessica thoroughly covered the butt plug with it. Catherine really went nuts when Jessica squirted a glob of lubricant on her anus and worked it in with a gloved finger. She wiped her hand on the towel, and then slowly worked the plug into place a little at a time. This brought a fresh wave of muffled protests from under the leather hood. By the time her sphincter had snapped closed around the base of the plug, a lot of noise had been coming from her gagged mouth. Sensing that the worst was over, she immediately calmed down. Jessica slid a finger, and then two into Cathy’s slit. No lubricant was needed there. She turned the vibrator on low, and slowly worked it into her until it was buried to the hilt. The free strap came up between her legs and went through the rings at the base of the butt plug and vibrator before securing to a buckle on the front of the waist belt.
Jessica fiddled around with the remote controls for the vibrator, butt plug, and nipple clamps until she had them set the way she wanted. Cathy continued to fight her restraints and make gagged noises, as Jessica walked off screen. The clip continued with Catherine struggling for a few more minutes, and then Jessica reappeared to turn all of the remotes to the highest setting before leaving again. This renewed Catherine’s torment, and she was moaning and struggling wildly as the clip ended.
Jim looked down at the bulge in his pants. He was ready to go find Jessica’s mouth again. “I’m more turned on watching that video clipped, than I’ve been having sex with some women.” Both Jessica and Catherine had worn kinky rubber outfits, although Cathy was the one in bondage. It had happened right here. “Did they take turns being the victim”? He couldn’t see himself dressed in rubber from head to toe. Getting up and going to the closet, he eventually found what he sought, a digital camera and a digital video camera. Both were charged and ready to go. He hadn’t seen any pictures on the computer of Jessica in her French maid uniform. By the end of the day, there would be plenty of pictures and video.
The next clip opened with Jessica naked in a steel cage. The cage was only about three feet square and she seemed to barely fit in it. The bars of the cage were thick, and the small door was held shut with a heavy padlock. Jessica wasn’t totally nude. She wore red vinyl knee high boots with tall hells. They were tightly laced up the front all the way to her knees. Her feet were tethered by leg irons with about an eighteen inch chain separating them. Her hands and arms were useless, trapped behind her in a red leather single glove. It was laced on tightly, and it was obvious that her elbows were touching. Two straps ran from the top of the glove, over her shoulders, crossing in between her beautiful breasts before buckling back to the arm binder. A small padlock secured each buckle. The restraint wasn’t coming off until the locks were released. A tall red collar banded her neck, and a red leather blindfold covered her eyes. Jim had seen a similar blindfold in the bins of restraints, but it was black. It was like two half dollar sized pieces of leather lined with sheep skin. Instead of just covering the eye area, they fit into the eye sockets, and wear secured in place with a strap around her head. He was sure that it was quite effective. The only other thing she wore was a thin, but sturdy looking chain around her waist. It locked behind her with the free end coming tightly between her ass cheeks and then bisecting her labia before joining the front of the waist chain with another small padlock.
Jessica was shifting around inside the cage as the video played. At first Jim thought she was trying to get free, which looked impossible, but then he realized that she was trying to contort her body, any way she could, to get better contact between her clit and the crotch chain. There was the noise of a door slamming. “Cat?” she asked blindly. “Punishment time” a woman’s voice told her. “Come on Cat, you’ve had me locked in this cage all day. Isn’t that enough? This crotch chain is nearly driving me crazy.” Cathy moved into the camera’s view. She wore a long, black leather skirt with a slit up the side, a matching halter, and opera length black leather gloves. On her feet were knee length black leather boots with stiletto heels. She looked every bit the dominatrix.
She leaned into
the cage and snapped a chain leash to the ring at the front of Jessica’s
collar. “How many?” Jessica asked her voice a little fearful. “Fifty” Cathy replied. “That’s way too many, Cathy. I’ll never do it again” she whined. “I’m certain that you won’t” she replied. The hand that had been hidden off screen held
a gag. Cathy reached through the bars
and inserted it into Jessica’s mouth.
The gag had a leather panel on the front, but the part that went into
Jessica’s mouth was a red rubber ball.
The gag itself, like everything else she wore was red. Jessica let out a last squeal as Cathy tightly
buckled the strap at the nape of her neck.
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SIX LITTLE WORDS
Book 1
Chapter 6
The clip faded out and then immediately back in. The camera was stationary and showed an empty room. It was possibly a basement somewhere. Everything was bare cement painted white. Jim heard the click of high heels, and Cathy led Jessica blindly in on a leash. They were both dressed as before. Jessica didn’t seem happy, she was almost being dragged along, but she was helpless to resist. Cathy led her to the center of the room where a rope hung down. She then tied the rope to the ring at the end of the single glove and detached the leash from Jessica’s collar. The rope began to rise shortly after Cathy stepped out of the camera’s view. The rope continued upward, bringing the single glove with it, until Jessica’s bound arms were almost straight up. She mewed into her gag and balanced precariously on her high heeled boots. Cathy came back into the picture carrying a red leather hood. It had no mouth or eye holes, and laced down the back. Two small holes were set with grommets where the base of the nose would go. Jessica’s beautiful hair was braided and piled on top of her head in a fashion that Jim now understood. As Cathy pulled the hood over her head, she pulled Jessica’s hair through a hole at the top of it. She then laced it down the back until it fit Jessica’s head like a second skin. Jim now realized what was going on. Jessica was going to get whipped. Her arms were pulled up so that she couldn’t protect herself. The hood would protect her face and keep her hair out of the way. He was sure of it when Cathy briefly left the picture and returned with a riding crop.
The first blow landed on Jessica’s left butt cheek, leaving a bright pink welt. The crack echoed through the empty room, and Jessica spun away from the attack. Being blind, she had no chance as Cathy moved behind her again. Not only could she see nothing, but the thick leather hood cut off almost all of her hearing. The rope from the single glove, and the hobble at her ankle kept her to about a five foot square area. The uncomfortable position forced her to offer up her rear for punishment. Cathy struck her again on the other cheek, and as she spun around, caught the underside of her left breast. A torrent of muffled yelps came from Jessica’s gagged lips. The stroke to her breast got her spinning the other way, and Cathy managed to get her on both buttocks once before she could change direction. “That’s only five. You’ve got a ways to go” Cathy said loudly, as she ducked around and took a shot at the unmarked breast.
By number forty, Jessica was like a skittish wild animal being terrorized. She was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. An almost constant gagged wail emitted from under the hood. Her entire ass was now crimson, with bright pink welts covering her breasts and inner thighs. Both nipples had been hit several times. Jim wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not. The chain that ran between her legs protected her clit, and although Cathy had rubbed her labia several times with the tip of the crop, she had not struck her pussy directly. Jessica let out a gagged shriek, and did a hysterical dance of panic every time the crop struck her. Every tender area of her body had been struck several times. “That’s the difference between fifty and only twenty five or thirty. With the fewer strokes, she would possibly have a chance of only having some areas struck once.” Jim thought. Her nerves were already on fire when they were struck again. He was amazed that she managed to stay upright in the stiletto heels. He wondered if she would be on the ground if it weren’t for the rope holding her up.
Fifty finally came, but there was no sympathy for Jessica. Cathy released the rope, her arms fell behind her, and she was again able to stand upright. She looked tipsy for a moment, like she was going to fall over without the rope’s added support. She eventually regained her balance as Cathy re-entered the picture with several brownish items. After a moment, Jim realized that they were burlap sacks. She went around behind Jessica and looped a partially fold sack around her breasts like a tube top. Jessica let out a gagged moaned as the scratchy material contacted her abused globes, but there was nothing she could do as Cathy tied it tightly behind her. She then unlocked the crotch chain and draped a folded burlap sack over it. Jessica let out another muffled moan as she pulled it tight and snapped the padlock back in place. Burlap was now in contact with her labia, clit, and anus. The parts hanging out around the sides of the chain would rub against her already sensitive inner thighs. Another sack with an opening at both ends was pulled over her head and tied off at her waist with a piece of rope. It hung down like a long skirt, reaching about an inch from the floor. Cathy hooked the leash to her collar and walked her off camera. The scene faded out, but quickly faded back in. It was taken from the original camera facing the cage.
Jessica stood in front of it, clad as she had a moment before. Cathy unsnapped the leash, and pulled another burlap sack over her head and down her body to below her rear. Jessica was now covered from head to toe in burlap. Cathy took pieces of rope and tied them tightly around her at her neck, above and below her breasts, waist, thighs, above and below her knees, and at her ankles. The scratchy material contacted every part of her body, and she was very tightly tied. Cathy had her kneel down, and then forced her backwards into the cage. She locked the door with a heavy padlock, and said “I’ll se you in the morning” as the clip ended.
Jim couldn’t imagine what Jessica could have done to be punished so severely by Cathy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know or not. He also didn’t know if he had the right to ask or not. Jessica did know, and had given him her permission to snoop on her computer, but he really was invading her privacy. He’d think it over later. It was time to get moving. A glance at his watch told him that Jessica only had an hour left to clean, and she hadn’t even started in the bedroom or the master bath. He doubted that she would make it in time, but was having second thoughts about spanking her after what he’d just seen.
He found her in the living room folding clean laundry. He stood and watched her from the doorway for a few moments. It amazed him how effortlessly she worked while her arms and wrists were restrained, and she wore padded gloves. He had a thought, and ducked back into the bedroom before she saw him. Back at her computer, he started the second video clip again, fast forwarding it until the whipping began. He paused it, re-sized the window, and zoomed in on her pubis and the crotch chain. She was wet, dripping wet. He fast forwarded it until about half of the whipping was over and paused it again. She was so wet that her fluids were running down the insides of her thighs. He hadn’t noticed it before, but really he had. He fast forwarded once more to the place where Cathy was putting the burlap skirt on her. As it came over her head, he paused the clip and zoomed it in again. The burlap sack trapped between her legs by the chain was obviously damp. He closed the video clip, and sat back to think.
“She had said that she didn’t like to be spanked. Was she lying to him? Her reaction to the riding crop certainly looked like she despised it. She had said that she liked to be controlled, to be totally helpless. Maybe that was it. She hated being spanked, but got off on the fact that she was incapable of stopping it.” He would make sure that she didn’t get all of her cleaning done on time. He pulled the list of chores she had made out of his pocket, unfolded it, and began reading.
Jessica was still folding laundry in the living room. Jim went room to room to check on the things that she was supposed to have gotten done. Quite a few were finished, and he was surprised that she hadn’t rushed and tired to do anything halfway. Every thing she had done, she had done well. There was, however, quite a few things on the list that remained. He was sure that she wouldn’t finish in time. She had already stated that her bondage was so restrictive that she could just barely finish everything in her regular eight hours. She was now trying to do it in half the time, and he was sure that his shortening of her leg iron chain didn’t help.
When he returned to the living room, Jessica was almost finished folding the two baskets of laundry. Several stacks of towels of assorted sizes covered the coffee table in front of the sofa. He walked over to her and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, purposely knocking over several stacks of folded laundry in the process. “Hi love, opps, sorry. I guess you’ll have to do those over again.” She glared at him over her gag. “It’s not like you’re going to get done with everything anyway.” He pulled the list out and showed it to her. “I’ve been checking up on you. You’ve done a really good job, but it’s not even going to be close.” She was ignoring him, already refolding the towels he’d knocked over. “Fine, have it your way. I’m going to have a beer and relax. I’m going to be pretty busy in forty-seven minutes.”
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