Is this Business or pleasure?

       

I’ve no idea why I agreed to go along with the girls in work. They got me into the mess this weekend or did they? Maybe I have only myself to blame!

To se the scene:

It was November 2004 and to celebrate one of the best years in the history of the company I worked for, we were going to have the party to end all parties. That was only half the story. The other half was that this mega party was to be a fancy-dress party and I agreed to let the girls in the office sort out my fancy dress outfit.  That was my first mistake!

It was now Friday and the day of the big party. I’d worried about what was in store for me for the past eight weeks since I’d agreed to go through with the whole dress-up thing.  I’m by nature, a very reserved, late thirties guy; heading up a team of around forty high tech call-centre staff; thirty-five of who are female and in their mid to late twenties. I think most of those girls were permanently on heat! I had gone out with them all on a few occasions but just to bars in the Glasgow area but never a company bash and never a fancy-dress.

So, back to Friday afternoon:

“So David, are you ready for the big night,” asked Kelly, one of the team leaders in my group of high-tech misfits.

“To be honest Kelly, I’m now a little worried about tonight and what you girls have in store for me but hey, I’m part of the team so I’ll go along with whatever you suggest,” I replied?

When it came down to it, I had no idea what they had in store but I agreed to their little plan and I was not one to break a promised! It was decided that Kelly and one of her team, Sonya would come around to my apartment at six-thirty and help me prepare myself for the big event. I guess they both knew that I’d probably not agree to what they had in store if I actually knew their plans but hey, I was a guy of the world so I’d take whatever they’d throw at me. As pre-arranged, we closed down early this afternoon and we all headed home at four to get ready for the big night.

My apartment was on the river, a few miles west of the city centre so I hadn’t long to wait once I got home so a few bottles of Bud and a hot bath, I was ready for whatever the girls had in store.  I half wanted Kelly to get round sooner because I have to tell you that I had a secret crush on this gorgeous blonde that had led my team of misfits for the past two years. I had my own set of rules since my divorce three years earlier that I would NEVER have a relationship or sex to that matter with any girl in the company.  Some-one once told me that, ‘you should never screw the crew.’

Anyway, I hadn’t long to wait because at six-fifteen the buzzer went and I saw Kelly and Sonya at the front door wearing what could only be described as school uniforms. As I pressed the button to let them both in, I had a lump in the pit of my stomach as I now half guessed what these two had in store for me tonight.

I opened the door to my apartment just as the two girls skipped out of the lift (elevator), with a wicked smile on their faces.

“Good evening David are you ready to join us tonight,” both girls burst out in tandem?

They dashed into my apartment and headed straight towards my kitchen and the bottle of white wine I’d promised would be waiting for them both. I think both Kelly and Sonya were in school-girl mode, never mind the school-girl dress. Sonya wore a St. Trinion’s pinafore with sheer black stockings. I could easily tell they were stockings because of the suspender belt could be seen below the hem of her pinafore, attached the tops of each stocking. Kelly wore a slightly more modern uniform with a very short skirt (black), white blouse, which was opened at the neck in a scruffy manor with a school tie loosely tied around her neck. Her black bra could easily be seen beneath the white blouse and her legs were clad in thick Black (opaque) Lycra tights (pantyhose). She also wore a wool cardigan and as she entered the kitchen she pulled it off along with the long school scarf that was previously wound around her neck.

“You two look fantastic tonight, so what am I to wear then girls,” I asked, half knowing already what they were about to say?

Kelly began as I closed the door behind them both:

“Well David, the entire team are going to the party as school-girls and so are you,” she explained!

“What Kelly, even the other five guys,” I asked?

“No David, they’re wimps and are not going tonight. When they heard what we were doing, they accepted to work the evening shift,” she replied.

As the two girls pored their glasses of wine, I opened my third Bud and told them to do their worst and while I wasn’t too enthusiastic about dressing as a girl tonight, I would go along with there plan but there was no way I was going to shave anything!

“Don’t worry David,” explained Sonya, “You’ll not to shave a thing as we’re organised tonight to transform you into a slightly plump but we’re sure, terrific school-girl.”

Anyway, my third Bud down, it was time to get dressed and Kelly started to empty the contents of the plastic bag she’d brought with her. I’d given Kelly a hundred Quid (£100 pounds) to get the attire she had in mind and I’m sure she had spent the money well.

“Okay David, go into your bedroom and slip into this panty girdle. It will be tight but I promise you, it will be worth it,” explained Kelly as she handed me what seemed like a very thick and elastic pair of BIG PANTS.

I took the package and headed for my bedroom. I undressed from my male cloths and started to step into these new pants and boy they were tight! I’d never worn female cloths before and while I understood the need for these pants to be tight, I had enormous trouble pulling them over my slightly plump stomach. Once pulled up they felt bloody uncomfortable but after quick glance in the mirror, I knew exactly why Kelly had bought them. My upper thighs and bum were now a completely different shape and my stomach was now pulled in quite a bit. It wasn’t flat but hey, the result did it for me!

Once back in the living-room, both girls cheered as I entered. Kelly then told me to approach as she held up a black padded bra.

“This should fit just fine David,” as she turned me around and slipped each arms into the straps and buckled the strap at the back.

This bra already had silicon implants built in and did a fantastic job of providing me with a ready made cleavage.

“Right David,” said Sonya. “We didn’t expect you to shave your legs so we’ve bought you a pair of the thickest black tights we could find.  They’re completely opaque and at 90-denier, they should hide your leg hairs and give you a great pair of legs. They’re also maternity tights so the top should be extra tight and help pull in you tummy even more.”

With a little instruction from both girls, who had now polished off the entire bottle of wine, I slid my legs into the very soft black clingy material. I told Kelly to go and open another bottle of wine as I helped myself to the white blouse and short PE skirt that once on, left the thick tights to hide any of my indignity. The school tie was next and once finished I guessed I looked a tad like Kelly.

“Right David, to your face now,” explained Sonya as Kelly came back into the room with two full glasses of wine and fourth Bud for me.

I then set down and let Sonya loose with her make-up. I have to say that it felt terrible! I hated the feeling of make-up as Sonya seemed to slap it on thick, very thick.  This process took the longest and once finished, Kelly produced a long blonde wig. Before she placed it on my head, Sonya placed a latex cap on my head, puling back my short hair into the tight cap that clung to my head. The wig then attached using Velcro to hold it in place and Kelly pulled the blond wig into pig-tails to match the one’s she wore in her hair. Two pink bows finished the attire and I was told to go and see myself in the mirror.  To be honest, I didn’t recognise the person that stared back at me in the mirror:

“You two have done a brilliant job, don’t recognise myself here, well done,” I applauded the team.

“Right David, call a taxi,” requested Kelly as she handed me the last three items, a pair of over-sized girls shoes, a wool school blazer and a long wool school scarf.

I sat down to strap the shoes on to my ankles. Thank goodness, they had low heels but I made my second mistake of the night by letting Sonya kneel down decide me and padlock the straps, ensuring the heels stayed on.

“What the fuck Sonya,” I demanded?

“Well David, these ensure that you can’t take the shoes off until we say so. We’re expected to wear painful shoes so tonight you’re going to understand what girls have to go through,” responded Sonya.

I guess I had no option as I stood up, gained my balance on the low heels and slipped into the wool blazer. To finish my outfit off, I wrapped the long school scarf around my neck, leaving the two ends draped across my over-sized chest, bulging through the tight blazer.

“Right, we’re off,” explained Kelly as she threw a hand-bag to me and told me to put my house-keys into it!

By the time we got to the taxi, accepted the whistles and abuse from the driver, my feet were killing me already. How was I going to get through the night?

The whistles and abuse from the taxi driver was only the first of the night as we walked from the car all of 100 meters to the hotel and the venue for our company party. The whistles continued as we went inside and I joined the rest of the school-girls, sorry the rest of my team of misfits, all wearing various versions of girls school-uniforms.

The Party itself:

The evening was a success, a massive success! There must have been over three hundred people in the grand ball-room of the Glasgow Hilton. Everyone, both staff and special customers had all made a massive effort this evening and no-one had wimped out of the fancy-dress theme.

As the meal finished, the dancing began and I joined both my team and several customers on the dance floor for the many hits of the 80’s that set the tone for this evening. After-all, the 1980’s was the era for most of us, except a select few of the younger members of my team would remember. Hits from Howard Jones, The Thomson Twins, Ultravox, Human League or Erasure, that brought back many memories of an easier time of life. The drink (alcohol) also made us all a little more receptive to the dancing and approaches from many of the guys from the office. Everyone was impressed at my nerve of going as I was but everyone complemented me also. In fact, I even won the best-dressed guy award. The best-dressed girl award went to Jennifer Owens; a senior director in a fairly boring government department who came tonight as a police woman but no ordinarily police woman! She wore a very revealing short skirt and white shirt with various badges alluding to some made up American police department. The police uniform came complete with a thick leather belt holding fast the implements of her work like the genuine American S&W police handcuffs that took my fancy (mistake number 3).

As the winners of the best-dressed male and female of the evening, both Jennifer and I had the pleasure of a slow dance, in front of al our colleagues and clients. As we paraded around the dance floor, Jennifer whispered into my ear:

“I was hoping to bump into you tonight David,” she explained.

The alcohol was certainly taking over as I made my response:

“I’m also glad to bump into you tonight Jennifer. You look fantastic in that uniform and those handcuffs look so inviting,” I blurted.

I would have never let down my guard without alcohol tonight and certainly got given one of my best clients the idea that I was into bondage, which of course, I was.

“So David would you like me to arrest you,” asked Jennifer in an extremely alluring voice?

“Not quite yet Jennifer but defiantly later,” I replied as Culture Club finished another one of the mid eighties hits.

That was only the beginning of my third mistake to lead Jennifer on. For the rest of the evening we seemed joined at the hip, we sat on one of the comfy settees in the corner of the grand ball-room and chatted as long lost friends and not as the typical supplier / client relationship we’d had for the past five to six years. Yes, Jennifer was an extremely attractive lady. In her very early forties, she had looked after herself. She still had a great figure but then tonight she was looking particularly good in her police uniform. This was a pleasant change from the formal power-dressing business suits she normally wore when we met once a month in her government department. Her long auburn hair cascaded across her shoulders and rested just below the collar of her white police shirt. It was clear we had rather a lot in common.  Like me, Jennifer was divorced or should I say, waiting on the paperwork from the local sheriff court that would dissolve a tiresome and lacklustre marriage that started in her early twenties. She was certainly a beautiful woman and we certainly got on very well this evening but maybe that was the alcohol talking. This growing friendship was getting off to such a great start, I forgot that I was dressed in the girls school uniform and looking very out of place from my normal grey business suit worn during our monthly account management meetings.

As the night ran on into the early hours of Saturday morning both Kelly and Sonya joined us. Both had worked this account very well over the past year and Jennifer complemented us all on how good a team we were in managing her account way beyond anything that our competition were capable of.

Kelly then produced the keys that kept my feet firmly locked in the leather strapped shoes that had torn my poor feet to shreds for the past five-and-a0half hours.

“You deserve these back David. You’ve handled tonight very well and the rest of the team are so happy to have a boss as daring and cheerful as you,” She complemented as popped the keys into my handbag and kissed me on the lips.

“So David,” asked Jennifer, “are you ready for another dance?

“No problem Jennifer but first, can I have the next dance with Kelly,” I asked in the manor I would have asked a school teacher.

Kelly and I then danced a slow number from Dire Straights and towards the end, Jennifer and Sonya joined in. Little did I know they had a devious plan, which meant they both grabbed my arms and in only a few seconds had both wrists locked into Jennifer’s handcuffs behind my back. I did my best to ignore the fact I was now restrained and tried to act as cool as possible as both Kelly and Sonya both kissed me on the face, remarking on their lip-stick marks being left behind. It was then Jennifer’s turn but the kiss on the face ended up as a kiss on the lips and there was no doubt that her tongue was in my mouth. I had no control and funny enough both Kelly and Sonya didn’t seem that surprised by Jennifer’s advance. We al continued to dance, which was not too easy for me in these bloody shoes and my arms secured behind my back in Jennifer’s handcuffs. Soon the set ended and we headed back to our settee. Once there I ask Jennifer to remove the handcuffs but Kelly thought they should stay on and she produced a straw to ensure I was able to drink my G&T. We sat on until the crowd started to leave and the room began to look rather empty.

“David, should I call a taxi,” asked Kelly?

“No problem Kelly. I would do it for you but I’m a little tied up right now,” I responded.

Kelly then asked Jennifer where she lived and I said we should all get a cab together and I would get out last and pay. The taxi now booked and on its way, the girls all started to put on their coats and wrapped their school scarves around their necks, in anticipation of going out into the cold November air.

“Okay Jennifer, you’ve had your fun. Can I please have my hands back so that I can put on my blazer,” I asked in a slightly frustrated voice?

Before Jennifer even had time to answer, Kelly cut me off and suggested that it would fun to keep me cuffed for a little longer. Slightly pissed off, I stood up and allowed Jennifer to drape the blazer over my shoulders and wrapped the long wool school scarf around my neck. She tied it off a wee bit too tight but as I said earlier, I love bondage and to be honest, I was enjoying the attention of the girls.

The Journey Home:

Sonya was first to be dropped off and then next to Kelly’s apartment on the south-side. I was disappointed when she got out oft the taxi and kissed me good-night. I had hoped that Kelly would have advanced more but then I had my rules and she probably had hers, which didn’t involve sleeping with as colleague.

It was then back towards Dunbreck and the expensive part of the south-side where Jennifer lived. The taxi pulled up outside a large stone house and Jennifer said, “We’re here.”

“Okay Jennifer, can you release my arms now, please,” I begged.

She started to rummage through her hand-bag but after what seemed like ages but only a few minutes I’m sure, she announced that she couldn’t find the keys. I wasn’t happy as my third big mistake of the night now meant I had to go into a client’s house. Come to think about it, I had no rules bout clients, only colleagues. Jennifer was a great looking girl and I was currently handcuffed with no keys.  What choice did I have?

Jennifer then paid the taxi driver, he said, “Good luck” to me as we got out of the cab and headed towards Jennifer’s large stone built house in this very exclusive part of Glasgow.

The Weekend Starts

“I’m so sorry about the keys David, I was sure I’d put them into this hand-bag,” explained Jennifer as she unlocked the front door and I followed her in.

Her house was lovely and while still her marital home, her husband had left her for another woman so currently she still had access to this wonderful and very large house.

“Go into the living-room David while I go and find the keys,” asked Jennifer as she directed me into the living-room and help me down onto the large leather couch.

It was difficult sitting down with my hands cuffed behind my back but Jennifer helped me until she lost her balance and collapsed on top of me. I’m not sure this was planned but very quickly our lips locked again but this time the kiss was much more passionate than the last on back in the Hilton. Jennifer then regained some composure and removed the heavy wool blazer, which had practically fallen off my shoulders, trapping my poor cuffed hands even more.

Jennifer then straddled me sitting on the couch and we kissed for the next twenty minutes or so.

“Do you want to take this further David,” asked Jennifer?

“Do I have a choice Jennifer,” I responded?

“Well you do David but I think you quite like me being in control,” purred Jennifer in an extremely sexy voice, teasing me even more.

She was right and told me that she was about to try something I might enjoy.  I’ll not say that this was now another mistake of mine tonight since my third big mistake and the handcuffs started the slippery slope that I now found my self in.

Still straddling me, Jennifer untied the scarf that was around my neck and folded the soft wool into a thick band, before winding it twice around my face, cutting off all light.  The scarf was now an externally effective blindfold that covered both my eyes and nose. It still allowed Jennifer to kiss me again before helping me on to my feet. Holding on to my arm, she led me totally blind through her house.  I heard the key unlock another door and I followed her downstairs. We walked across a carpeted area before stopping on what felt like a tiled floor.

“Hold on a second David, I’m going to unlock your hands now,” explained Jennifer in a business like voice.

As the handcuffs came off both wrists, Jennifer told me that I could remove the scarf myself.  As I did this, I heard a loud CLUNK of a heavy door closing and as soon as I blinked to regain some focus, I realised that I was now in a small jail-cell looking back out at Jennifer through bars of thick steel.

“What the fuck is this all about Jennifer,” I demanded?

“Well David, this is my play-room and I would like you to stay here for the rest of the weekend and enjoy it with me,” she explained.

Again I asked Jennifer if I had a choice and she once explained that I could leave if I really wanted but why not explore her fantasy world. I stood there for a few minutes, staring through the cell bars at this beautiful woman who until only an hour ago was a client of mine. I’ve idea if this weekend was now going to be business or pleasure?

“Well okay Jennifer,” I responded. “I can handle this situation but I have to say that I am not into pain, is that clear?

Jennifer just looked back at me and promised that this would be a weekend to remember and one that I wouldn’t want to forget. I was then told to get some sleep and she would be back in the morning when the fun would begin.

“You’re not going to leave me in here all night Jennifer,” I shouted as she left the downstairs basement, on route for the stairs leading back up to the house.

“David, you love it, I know. Just enjoy yourself in there and I’ll be back in the morning,” she replied.

I then settled down for the night in this prison cell.  It was warm and I had a wash-hand-basin, toilet and a bed, which felt fairly comfortable. I then began to remove the school uniform and clean my face from the horrible make-up that had been stuck to me for the past seven hours. I had nothing else to wear in bed so I climbed into the bunk after taking a well earned piss. There was no light switch in the cell but it was only another ten minute until it went out anyway and I was left to myself, locked in this cell in Jennifer’s basement.

As I said, it was warm and comfortable in Jennifer’s basement prison cell. After I got over the initial shock that I was locked in a tiny prison cell, under the house of one of my best clients. This was probably a sick fantasy of mine built how did Jennifer actually know. Soon after several hard-on’s, which I resisted to take through to conclusion, I finally fell asleep. Unfortunately, morning came far too fast and I was awoken by a rattle on the bars of my jail cell.

“Good morning sleepy head, its gone half-past-ten and it’s time to get up,” explained this incredibly sexy voice, which I failed to focus on as my eyes strained to get into the correct gear.

Finally the vision of beauty came into focus as my eyes finally cleared themselves and standing just the other side of the cell bars was Jennifer, dressed in a bright red leather catsuit covering her entire body except for her head.

“Do you like what you see this morning David,” asked Jennifer but even before I got a chance to answer: “I can see you do,” she responded on my behalf.

I had forgotten that I’d jumped into bed with nothing on last night and what Jennifer could see now, couldn’t hide my reaction to her awesome choice of attire this morning.

“Okay David, I’ll unlock the cell door and let you go and take a hot shower. The basement has its own bathroom and I’ve also left you some Gillette and a razor, not to mention a toothbrush, toothpaste and some deodorant,” explained this red godess standing just outside my jail cell.

She unlocked the cell and let me slip out into the basement. I stopped and touched the luxurious leather that encased her body.

“You look gorgeous this morning Jennifer,” I complemented before we kissed for the first time this morning.

Jennifer then pointed me towards the basement bathroom and I left her to prepare myself for the day ahead, whatever it had in store. As I exited the bathroom after about twenty minutes of washing, shaving and some other stuff, Jennifer stood waiting, with a pair of handcuffs in her right hand. These were probably the same handcuffs that allowed mistake number three last night and what got me into this unbelievable situation. Without any prompting, I turned around but Jennifer explained that she was going to cuff my hands in-front this morning. Surprised as I was, I lifted both hands in-front of me and allowed Jennifer to cuff them. What I hadn’t notice before in the middle of the basement was a chain handing from the ceiling, which the end was soon padlocked to the chain connecting my two cuffs. Using a remote control the chain retracted slowly into the ceiling taking my arms with it. I was soon standing high, with my arms stretched out above me, well and truly trapped, enabling Jennifer to do whatever she wanted.

“Right David, I loved you in the school uniform last night but I’ve got some other ideas for today so please allow me to get you dressed. Please don’t resist because even though you might not like pain, I will not hesitate to  whip your ass. Just enjoy the experience because I know you like wearing girl’s cloths from your reaction to the fancy-dress part night.”

With that I stood there and allowed Jennifer to first take out a wet sponge and wipe it all around my budging man-hood, causing my best friend to retreat immediately, which enabled her to grab and lump of steel and start placing it around my groin. I knew exactly what this was but my protests fell on death ears and she slid my dick into the sheave that forced him now between my legs. As Jennifer pulled the rest of the belt around my hips, I could see the full horror of the steel chastity belt that now meant pissing standing up would be impossible but more importantly, sex and masturbation would also now be impossible.

“Now David, if you serve me well this weekend, I will reward you by allowing you to cum on Sunday night but only if you’re a good boy and do exactly what I say,” explained Jennifer as she pushed home the two ends of my steel penis prison with an mind deafening sound, “CLICK!”

That job done, Jennifer began placing an evil looking black leather corset around my torso and begin lacing it up. Fuck it as tight but everytime I told Jennifer, she pulled even harder on the laces until I stood there, hardly being able to breathe but as I looked at myself in the mirror six feet away on the far wall, my figure was looking even better than last night.  The body shaper had done a good job but this thick leather and boned corset had reduced my slightly over-weight mans physique into a slightly over-weight hour-glass woman’s figure. The corset had built in boobs and boy they were large, much larger than the implants within the bra I wore last night. Next, Jennifer produced a pair of black stockings. These were nearly opaque and black to match the corset. Jennifer explained that they should hide my leg-hairs and while she would have shaved my legs, she did respect my wishes and these opaque stockings would just have to do. I lifted each leg under direction from Jennifer and she slowly pulled up each stocking and attached them to the suspended belt, hanging free from the leather corset. Next came a pair of very high-healed boots, leather boots. Jennifer slid my stocking’d feet into each boot, zipped them up and them padlocked the zip closed, ensuring these boots were staying on my legs until Jennifer decided they were coming off.

“Jennifer, I’m not sure I’ll be much use to you in these heels,” I remarked.

“Don’t worry David, you’ll be an expert by the end of the day,” replied Jennifer as she collected her next item, a strange looking plastic head.

“What the fuck is that,” I asked?

“Don’t be so rood David,” replied Jennifer. “This is a very expensive female mask made from the finest Latex. You should be able to wear this all day. It will allow you to eat, drink, kiss but most importantly serve my needs this weekend when I require those services from you.”

With that I was instructed to lower my head to enable Jennifer to slip the rubber mask over my head. It was tight, very tight and with some tugging and pulling, vision finally returned to me via the two eye holes. My mouth fitted around the moulded mouth built into the mask and holes were even provided where my nostrils were so I guess Jennifer was right, I could wear this mask for ages, without too much stress. As I watched the goings-on in the far mirror, Jennifer came round behind me and started closing the mask using the built in zipped on the back of the mask. My facial transformation was nearly complete now Jennifer picked up the long blonde wig that was held tight on my head via the Velcro strips that covered the zip.

“Nearly done David, only one more item before I release you,” explained Jennifer as she returned with a band of thick steel.

“This will ensure the mask stays on David,” explained Jennifer as she held the thick steel collar in front of my eyes. On it was inscribed, ‘property of Mistress Jennifer.’

A chill ran down my spine as Jennifer closed the tight band of steel around my new neck and once again the CLICK told me that this fucking mask was staying on as long as Jennifer wanted it to.

True to Jennifer’s word, she then picked up her remote control and lowered the pulley from the ceiling, which meant my hands lowed too. Soon I was free of the chain and then the handcuffs.

“I’ll go and prepare breakfast David,” explained Jennifer. “I’ve left a dress for you to wear in cell, go in and put it on please?”

I did as I was told but as soon as I walked into the cell, Jennifer slammed the barred door behind me, locking me in once more.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to get you David, I can’t wait to see you in the dress,” said Jennifer as she left the basement on her way back upstairs.

I forgot for a few minutes that I was once again locked in the jail cell in Jennifer’s basement, the same jail cell I spent all of last night. The dress was my next objective but first I couldn’t help staring at the refection in the mirror on the cell wall above the sink. Yes, I looked a little like a slightly over-weight Barbie doll but I was certainly not David anymore. The Latex mask removed David’s face and replaced it with a stranger’s face, a mask that took away any sign of my male inside. The tight leather corset and attached stockings were also not the type of underwear that a guy would wear so any sign of the real David had gone. I liked what Jennifer had turned me into but could I really handle what she had in store for me today?

So to the dress: -

It was a simple dress, a jumper dress as we call them in the UK or maybe a jersey dress or sweater dress. Whatever you want to call it, the dress was a long, black and white striped, long sleeved pullover with a thick roll down neck that would cover me in warm wool or wool like material. I’ve no idea if it was wool or not? Not the most sexy dress, baring in mind what I was now wearing under it but certainly the only dress that Jennifer had left me to put on. I picked up the bundle of wool and slipped it over my head and pulled the dress down over my body and smoothed it out. The dress came to just below my knees, which meant that all I could see was the leather boots sticking out below the wool. When I looked in the mirror, I’d no idea who was looking back at me! I knew it was me but it wasn’t as this female face was staring back with a very expressionless, plastic looking face with a long head of blonde hair cascading down to just below my shoulders.

Just at that point, Jennifer returned to the basement and stood in front on my cell bars:

“Fuck me David, you look great. Much better than I’d expected you’d turn out!”

I guess this was the only complement I was going to get this morning but I’d no idea how to take it. How did I get myself into this situation?

In Jennifer’s right hand was a thick black leather belt:

“David, can you buckle this around your wait please and slide the D-Ring to the front and the buckle to the back,” asked Jennifer as she handed the leather belt through the bars of my cell?

I immediately knew that this would now mean the dress was staying on, just like the mask and the chastity belt that meant no fun until Jennifer said so! Once the belt was on, Jennifer handed me a pair of handcuffs and asked me to lock one wrist into a cuff, then pass the free cuff through the D-ring on the belt and then lock the free cuff around my other wrist. The only good thing at this new round of restraint was that these handcuffs had a longer chain than normal between the cuffs. At least two feet of chain would allow some freedom but not nearly as much as I wanted.

Once I was secured to Jennifer’s satisfaction, she opened the cell door and approached taking hold of my waist and landing her lips on my plastic face. While I couldn’t really feel a lot, I returned her passion and our tongues soon met. Pushing me back towards the bunk, I fell without too much effort from Jennifer and soon she was on top of me and we kissed for quite some time. She felt good on top of me. Even though my wrists were trapped in the handcuffs, attached to the thick leather belt, I was able to give Jennifer some reassurance that I was enjoying myself, even if I was now this freak in a dress.

I soon realised that I could gain more reach but only with one hand by sacrificing the reach of the other hand. I was therefore able to grab the crotch zip on Jennifer leather cat suit and quickly found that she had no knickers on as I trust my fingers into her wet crack. She moaned as the pleasure built and soon she was on her side kissing me more vigorously as I used my cuffed hands to deliver pleasure to my leather clad captor. She was very horny this morning and it didn’t take long to make her explode! We continued kissing for a few more minutes and she thanked me for satisfying her already and told me that so far as I being a good boy and exceeding her expectations for me today. It was now time for breakfast and once we straightened each other up, we headed upstairs to the main house and the kitchen where Jennifer had already set the table in preparation. It was only as I started to walk out of the cell and up the stairs that I realised the true picture of my situation. I’d no experience of wearing high heels and these boots meant progress was going to be painfully slow today. I couldn’t really use my arms as balance due to the simple fact they were attached the leather belt and movement wasn’t going to be easy. This was also the same situation at breakfast. I could use one hand to eat with but it was a painfully slow process and one that Jennifer enjoyed watching.

“Your enjoying watching my misery this morning Jennifer, aren’t you,” I asked her across the breakfast table?

“Are you really that miserable this morning David,” asked Jennifer?

“I think frustrated is more the correct feeling Jennifer,” I responded. “While these cuffs are driving me nuts, the chastity belt is more an annoying because while satisfying you this morning was enjoyed, I’m desperate for release myself.

Jennifer went on to tell me how much she was enjoying me struggling to do the simplest things like eat with my hands restrained but the fact that I was dressed the way I was, with the female face mask made her so horny.

“Would you like me to relieve you again Jennifer,” I asked?

“You are keen to please me

David, much more than I expected you would behave,” she responded.

Jennifer then instructed me to go back downstairs and wait in the cell for her, which I did immediately. Like walking upstairs to the kitchen was difficult, the return to the basement was equally difficult wearing these fucking high-heel boots.

As instructed, I sat on my bunk in the tiny cell. I guess I was fairly fee because the barred door was still open but not for long as Jennifer returned to the basement and the first thing she did was slam the door closed, locking it as well. Jennifer had taken the opportunity to change while she was upstairs. She was now wearing a black leather teddy, attached to black sheer stockings, which disappeared into long black leather boots. I was then instructed to lift my hands to the bars to enable Jennifer to unlock the cuffs, followed by the leather belt that was buckled so tightly around my waist. Next she asked me to remove the black and white striped dress, leaving me in the black leather corset, stockings and long high-heeled leather boots myself. I still think Jennifer was a much better looking female than I could ever be, even with the tight corset and female mask! Next she held up a pair of standard handcuffs and asked me to turn around so she could lock my arms behind my back. As soon as she was satisfied that I secure again, the cell was unlocked and she entered.

“You look great David, really good in that outfit. I want to take you up to my bedroom but before I do, I want to get this gag on you,” explained Jennifer as she held up another leather strap with a rubber / plastic attachment in the middle.

Without any argument, I allowed Jennifer to place the gag into my mouth and strap up the leather buckle at the back of my head. A quiet CLICK meant that it was now not coming off until Jennifer used a key. I then followed her upstairs to the main part of the house and then up some more stairs to the first floor and into her bedroom. There was nothing that special about her bedroom except the bed was clearly a supper-king-size with steel frame foot and headboard.

“Lie down please David,” instructed Jennifer.

I tried to mouth how difficult it was with my hands cuffed behind my back but Jennifer didn’t listen as she climbed on to the bed beside me. The next thing she produced was a massive black dildo, which slotted into the mouth piece locked around my head. I now had an enormous cock sticking out from my female face mask and Jennifer soon held me down and positioned herself over the humongous penis. It took a few seconds but soon she was sliding herself up and down on my face. I could smell her juices as they began to flow around the plastic cock sliding in and out, faster and faster! Jennifer began moaning more and more, louder and louder until she exploded and then calmed down immediately as she lifted herself off the dildo attached to my gag.

“That was fucking wonderful David, thanks,” said Jennifer as she removed the dildo from my gag but leaving me lying on my back, hands cuffed behind and wondering what was going one!

Fuck did I want release but I couldn’t help even myself for the two simple facts that my hands were cuffed behind my back and the steel chastity belt was still lucked around waist, cutting off any access to my man-hood.

Before long, Jennifer returned from the bathroom after cleaning herself up and led me back down to the basement cell. I struggled as Jennifer led me by the arm and pushed me back into the tiny room, closing and locking the barred door before I’d time to recover and make any escape attempt.

“Thank you David, that’s was wonderful but I have to go out now for a while. I’ll be back in a wee while so don’t go away,” explained Jennifer as she left the basement and me, locked in the cell still handcuffed and gagged.

I tried to scream at her but the gag allowed very little sound to leave my mouth and it was in0vain as the gorgeous girl that invited me back to her house last night and who now was my jailor, was now in complete control of my weekend.

I was so horny as I sat on the bunk, locked in the tiny cell with my hands cuffed behind my back and my mouth packed full with the gag and still wearing the same leather corset, stockings, leather boots and latex female mask that I’d been wearing from before breakfast. Even if I could reach my cock, I had no access to him through the layer of steel that allowed no access. It was therefore like being locked in two prisons. The large prison for myself and the smaller prison built especially for my penis!

Saturday therefore wasn’t turning into a good day! I had nothing to do but sit there and await Jennifer’s return. On a normal Saturday I would have spent the day catching up of TV programmes that I’d recorded on Sky+ from the previous week or caught up on my personal e-mails, not to mention surf the world-wide-web. Instead, I was locked is this tiny cell in Jennifer’s basement. Oh, why, why, why hadn’t I ignored her last night and not gone back to her place? On a similar note, why had I let the girls con me into dressing up as that slutty school-girl? If I had not let them do that to me, I probably wouldn’t be in the situation right now. Don’t get me wrong, it was a fantasy of mine to be imprisoned by a beautiful girl and here I was, locked in Jennifer’s basement cell. But where was she? I’m here alone and badly needing to take a piss, not to mention my jaw was beginning to hurt from several hours of being packed full of the leather gag. Certainly there was a toilet in the cell and I was no longer wearing the sweater-dress. I would probably have to get used to pissing with the chastity belt on so what was different except my hands were cuffed behind my back. I therefore went over to the toilet, sat down and let the pressure take its course, pushing my piss out under enormous pressure. Sure I was relieved but how would I clean the residual mess that had now built up around the chastity belt?

AS I struggled with the toilet-roll using my cuffed hands I finally heard the sound of Jennifer returning to the basement. She stood in front of the barred door and laughed at my disposition:

“So you little slut; you needed to take a piss and now you can’t clean yourself,” she taunted.

All I could do was mumph from behind the gag that packed my mouth. Jennifer then suggested I go over to her and turn around so that she could unlock the handcuffs. That achieve I was then able to clean as best I could around the steel belt that imprisoned my man-hood.

Jennifer was gone again but now I had a chance to explore the belt that imprisoned what I so much wanted to play with! The chastity belt gave me a smooth groin and hid the budge that would normally give away any idea of my man-hood.  Fuck this was frustrating and was turning me on so, so much. I could gain no access to relieve my urge and every way I tried, made me even hornier! To be honest, I’d nearly forgotten about the gag that kept me quiet but like everything else, it was firmly locked in place and even with the use of my hands, I had no access to remove it. Now my hands were free, I could cover myself again. Yes, I’m sure I looked okay in the tight langrage but the black and white, stripped sweaterdress lay in a bundle at the foot of the bunk. I therefore slid it over my head and smoothed the soft wool over my new silky smooth curves. Just as I admired my self in the mirror, Jennifer returned wearing a black leather min-dress and knee high leather boots.

“So you thought you could dress yourself,” she taunted again.

She also laughed at my attempts to respond through the tight leather gag. I grabbed at it but it wouldn’t budge, which caused Jennifer great delight at my misery.

“Okay David, take the sweaterdress off and slip this on instead,” demanded Jennifer as she passed a bundle of black satin material through the bars!  “If you do as I ask David, then I’ll remove your gag but if you mess me around, then you can keep it on until bedtime!”

I didn’t wait to find out what Jennifer had given me to wear this time as I was keen to impress and get rid of the fucking gag! Soon I was standing in front of Jennifer wearing my underwear again. I handed the sweaterdress through the bars to Jennifer and then started to prepare to slip on whatever it was she had passed through the bars this time.

It was clear on further investigation that Jennifer had handed me a black satin maid’s uniform. It was made of very thick black, shiny material but as I was about to slip it over my head Jennifer said no and pointed to the zip at the back. How weird I thought but I soon realised that the neck was a tight frilly affair and I’d never have gotten over my head if it hadn’t been for the zip. It was only then that I noticed that I would have to step into this dress. While it had a medium length skirt, the dress had a built in bodice that meant it wasn’t coming off without the use of the zip. I could see Jennifer was tiring quickly so I stepped into the maid’s dress, pulled it over my corseted figure. It was only as I slipped my arms into the sleeves did I notice the major difference in this dress. Put simply, my arms didn’t appear out of the sleeves! Instead I stood looking at two leather straps hanging down where my hands should have been and it was then I realised this was a weird fucking straightjacket. A straightjacket made to look like an English Maid’s Dress.

I knew that I had no other option but to turn with my back to the bars so that Jennifer could pull up the zip, which see did immediately. She then started to button up the dress at the back before handing me a set of leg-irons to me and ordering me to lock one around an ankle and the other end around a leg of the cell bunk. She was certainly taking no chances in me escaping. Jennifer needed into the cell to finish strapping me into the straightjacket/dress.

As soon as me arms were folded in front and strapped from behind, Jennifer stood back and took a good look at me:

“You look great David but I’ve one thing to change before I unlock your gag,” she explained as she fiddled at the back of my neck until the steel collar was uncloaked and pulled from the mass of satin that covered my neck. I thought that I was about to be rid of the tight collar but not for long as Jennifer secured it even more tightly around the high neck of the maid’s dress.

“Ah that looks better,” said Jennifer as she stood back to admire the new me, this time wearing a black maid’s dress.

All I could do was mumph in reply until Jennifer took pity on me and asked me to turn around so that she could unlock the gag. It was such a relief as she pulled it from me mouth.

“Ah, that’s so much better, thanks Jennifer,” I said as I tried to get used to the feeling of freedom around my mouth.

It was only after Jennifer replied, “You’re welcome,” did she approach and lock her lips on to my female masked lips and our tongues entwined themselves passionately for at least a few minutes.

“David, you have no idea how fantastic this weekend has been for me so far and I hope you will be my guest until tomorrow,” asked Jennifer?

“I feel that I’ve no option but to stay Jennifer,” I replied. “I’ve been locked up, handcuffed, gagged and wearing these female cloths all day, not to mention the frustration of having my man-hood imprisoned in the steel belt. What choice do I really have Jennifer but to stay with you, especially as you now have me locked into this ridiculous maids dress or straight jack?”

“I guess you’re right David but if you are that unhappy, I’ll release you right now and you can go home,” she responded.

“Jennifer,” I started a response in a low voice. “I’m actually enjoying myself except I have to say that the gag was really sore. I’d be happy to stay here with you but I’m bored of being locked up in this cell all day. I’ve satisfied you several times today so how about us going upstairs and you satisfying me?

Jennifer just smiled and explained that if I stayed until tomorrow (Sunday), then she would release me from all my bondage at lunch time and we could spend the afternoon in bed before going out for a meal in the evening. I agreed and she kissed me again.

“How about we go up to the living-room David and watch a movie,” asked Jennifer.

I thought that was a great idea so she unlocked the leg-cuff currently attached the cell bunk and attached it around my free ankle, now hobbling me with a 19” chain between the leg-irons. That complete I followed her upstairs and we sat together on the couch and watched a film. Yes, I still restrained in this dress and wearing female underwear, not forgetting the bloody steel chastity belt that refused to allow my man-hood to rise to anything like the size he was attempting to every few minutes. I was as horny as hell and I loved what Jennifer was doing to me but fuck did I just want to take her upstairs and give her, a good seeing to!

“Jennifer, I’m hungry sweetheart, how about some dinner,” I asked?

“Sure thing David,” responded Jennifer. “How about I order in some Indian food?”

I was happy with Jennifer’s suggestion as I loved Indian food but I had the nagging questions about how I was going to eat with my arms strapped in the straightjacket/dress. There was no doubt that Jennifer would come up with a solution. She then picked up a menu from the kitchen before I agreed what I wanted and then Jennifer made here selection. She then called the local take-away and placed our order. The food should then be here in an hour.

“Jennifer, how am I going to eat with my arms straight in this way,” I asked turning to Jennifer and demonstrating the tightness of the straightjacket/dress.

“I’ll agree to releasing you from the dress and allowing you some lose bondage by simply cuffing your hands in front of you if you promise to be good,” outlined Jennifer.

I agreed to Jennifer’s terms but taking no changes she led me back down to the cell and soon as the barred door was locked, she released the straps and unbuttoned all the buttons. Before pulling down the zip, she unlocked my steel collar and removed the leg-irons. As you can imagine, this was quite a long process with Jennifer having to stretch her arms through the bars to undo all the various restraints, which finally allowed me to step out oft the straightjacket/dress and hand it back through the bars to Jennifer.

“I’ll be back in a minute David,” explained Jennifer. “I have the perfect dress for you to swear this evening,” and she headed over to the basement wardrobe and return with a leather dress.

I was handed the dress through the bars and told to simply pull down the zip and put the dress on like a shirt before pulling the zip back up. The front zip started at the base of the lined leather skirt and ended just above my chest. The neck was therefore open and showed off the steel slave collar that held the female mask firmly in place. I was then instructed to put the leg-irons around both my ankles again and put my hands through the bars to enable Jennifer to lock the handcuffs in place. That job completed the cell door was once again unlocked and I was fairly free to hobble back upstairs behind Jennifer.

“Have you ever spent time in the cell Jennifer,” I questioned?

“Not in a very long time David,” she replied. “My ex-husband would sometimes lock me in there but I’ve always tended to be the dominant one and therefore I love having a man locked in there, at my beck-and-call.”

She then told me that she’d had several boyfriends since her divorce three years ago but she had never found them to be made of the right stuff (her words), to introduce them to her playroom.

“So what made me, the right stuff,” I asked?

“I had always thought you had potential David, when we met for business meetings but any guy that let’s his staff dress him in a girls school uniform, makes them more interesting and therefore the potential I look for in a guy,” she replied.

“I guess that I have always had a kinky steak in me Jennifer,” I explained. “I’ve always loved bondage but I fall in neither the top or the bottom camp. Don’t get me wrong, I love what we’ve done this weekend but I’d love to return the fun to you one day and make you my slave for the weekend.”

It was clear Jennifer wasn’t making any promises to enable me to tie her up in a hurray so I accepted my current position as her slave and waited with her in the kitchen until the Chinese food arrived. During dinner we discussed my previous attempts at mixing cross-dressing with bondage and how I really quite enjoyed wearing the various female attire that had been forced upon me this weekend. Jennifer told me that she had new ideas for tomorrow morning and I reiterated my wish to be free no later than lunch time!

“While I think about it Jennifer, do I have to spend tonight in the cell,” I asked?

“David, I’ve already told you,” replied Jennifer. “You will be free tomorrow but until then, you will remain in my personal custody and therefore until tomorrow, you will spend time in the cell! How else do you think I can keep you under my control?

“Am I not in your control now,” I asked Jennifer, holding up my cuffed wrists in her direction?

“To be honest David, the fact that I can’t be bothered to feed you myself, I would have either cuffed those hands behind your back or simply left you in the straightjacket/dress. You’ve been extremely compliant so far and I trust you to not take advantage of your relative freedom,” she replied.

We continued to chat in the living-room over coffee and we also kissed many times through Saturday evening. By now, I’d nearly forgotten about the female mask that had hidden my male identity since early this morning. At around 11 o’clock, Jennifer suggested it was bed time and led me back downstairs. Before I was pushed into the cell, Jennifer unlocked the slave collar and removed the wig, followed by the female mask, what a relief! The salve collar was then place around my bare neck and locked once more. I was then directed into the cell where Jennifer handed me keys to unlock my own handcuffs and leg-irons. She then left me to undress myself.

I have to say undressing myself was easier said than done! I had to remove the leather dress, followed by the boots, stockings and finally the most difficult part, the corset. After what seemed like some time, I was as bare as the day I was born, except for the steel chastity belt. After washing, I climbed into my small prison cell bunk. After half-an-hour or so, Jennifer returned, wearing only a night shirt.

Standing in front of the bars, “David, cuff your hands to the bar on the bunk above your head please, I’m coming in,” instructed Jennifer!

Doing exactly as I was told, I picked up the handcuffs, which were lying on the neat pile of cloths and cuffed them above my head to the bar that made up the head of the tiny prison bunk.

Unlocking the cell door, Jennifer entered and we kissed for the next ten or fifteen minutes. Jennifer rubbed her hands all over my body and kept pushing hard against the steel belt that trapped m aching dick! Suddenly and without any reason, she got up, left the cell and locked the barred door behind her.

“Good night sweetheart, see you in the morning,” and with than she was gone!

I was so stunned; I forgot that she had left me there, still handcuffed to the bunk. ‘Fuck,’ I thought to my self! I way going to have to spend the night cuffed to the bed, unless I could reach the keys, which were also lying on the pile of cloths, or so I thought. In Jennifer’s sudden exit, I hadn’t noticed her taking the cloths with her, leaving me locked in the cell and handcuffed to the bunk. It was therefore going to be a long night. I must have been tired because I didn’t lie there very long until sleep finally over-took my consciousness.

Morning therefore came with daylight coming through the slatted windows on the basement. A need to take a piss soon followed but no way for me to even leave my bunk. I had no option but to lie there and accept my fate. The more I lay there, the hornier I got and therefore the more I needed to take a piss! A circle of need with no means of escape until Jennifer arrived to unlock me.

I guess I lay there in desperation for over and hour until finally Jennifer arrived in the basement, still wearing her nightshirt.

“Jennifer, I badly need to take a piss, can you please unlock these cuffs,” I pleaded?

She just laughed at me but thank God, she entered the cell and unlocked my hands.

“I’m going to leave the cell door open David. Have a piss and take a shower. I’ll be back down in twenty minutes to see you,” she explained.

Doing as I was told, I was washed and ready for Jennifer by the time she retuned to the basement with an evil looking suit in her arms.

“David, until lunchtime, I want you to wear this suit,” explained Jennifer as she handed me the evil looking heavy rubber.

Fuck was this bad!

Jennifer had handed me an extremely heavy rubber suit that would cover my entire body from head to foot. The legs had built in high heels and the head was really a built-in gas mask with two thick, opaque lenses with a muzzle filter covering the nose and mouth. The hands didn’t seem to have any fingers, instead simple round balls, where four fingers and a thumb should have been.

As soon as I had pulled both my legs into the legs of the rubber suit, I needed help from Jennifer. My arms slid into the very tight rubber arms but once my hands made it into the tight balls at the end of each arm, I had lost the use of my fingers. Jennifer then helped my remaining arm into the suit and started to pull the body up and over my torso. She then removed the steel collar telling me that she had no use for it now before pulling my head into the built-in gas mask. I started to breathe heavily as she started puling up the zip, which finished at the top of my head. I didn’t hear any CLICK but certainly felt Jennifer locking the zip. I felt the lock was pointless now that I had no use of my hands anyway.

Just as I thought she had finished, she produced a set of medieval manacles on some extremely heavy chain. I was ordered to kneel as she locked my wrists into the heavy irons behind my back, followed by my ankles, which were attached to my wrists with not nearly enough chain to allow me to stand up. Jennifer then ordered me to follow her out of the cell and into the open basement. This movement could only be described as a shuffle on my knees, which was not a quick comfortable never mind quick way to move around. Never-the-less I did mange to follow Jennifer around the corner to where she had a sofa and a table covered by a white table-cloth. By now, I was beginning to sweat! The rubber was thick and heavy and had no way to enable my skin to breathe at all! The gas-mask did enable to breathe but I must have sounded strange from the outside as it certainly did from inside the suit. Only then did I realise that my morning was about to get much worse!

Jennifer removed the white table-cloth from what I though was a table. In front of me was now a small cage and it was obvious I was about to spend some time inside it!

I shuck my head and called out through the gas mask:

“No Jennifer, please not in there!”

It was no use as this gorgeous girl with an evil streak just grabbed my rubber body and pushed me down to the ground, forcing me forward and into the tiny cage. The cage door then slammed closed with a bang and I had no option but to lie on my side in the loose hogtie caused by the manacle set that attached my wrist to my ankles behind my back.

“See you later darling, enjoy your morning,” shouted Jennifer as she left the basement.

I don’t think I would have heard her unless she shouted at me. The rubber suit was very thick and I think the hood had padding around the ears. All I could here was my own breathing through the regulator of the built in gasmask. I had only been wearing the suit for 15 or 20 minutes and already I was far too hot. I could feel my skin starting to perspire so god knows how I was going to survive the rest of the morning in this fucking thing?

I was also so hungry! I hadn’t eaten since last night’s Indian and you know how long it is before you’re starving after a Chinese meal? My arms were beginning to get sore in their position attached to my ankles, behind my back. I did try to get comfortable in the tiny cage but to be honest; there wasn’t space to reposition my restrained rubber body. I lay there what seemed like hours and probably was hours. Jennifer never returned once to check on me and the heat was unbearable! The thick runner suit caused my whole body to perspire all morning so I’ve no idea how I could possible stay hydrated until lunch time. My arms were killing me! Even though the hogtie was fairly loose, I struggle against the strain of the lack of distance between my wrists and ankles and trying to reposition my rubber clad body caused even more energy, which just seemed to be converted into more sweat.  Finally after a long time I saw the faint glimmer of hope as Jennifer came through the basement door. She was dress in her gym gear. A tight red leotard, over tight butt hugging Lycra shorts.

“How are feeling David,” she asked?

“How the fuck, do you think I feel Jenn? I’ve been imprisoned in this fucking cage for hours. My arms are killing me! I can hardly breathe through this fucking gasmask and I’m sweating like a pig in this suit. You’ve had your fun so please let me out of here,” I ranted!

“You don’t have to be so rood David,” replied Jennifer in a very stern voice. “I will not tolerate such ignorance so enjoy the rest of your Sunday afternoon and with that she left.

Oh fuck, what had I done? I suppose I did deserve what had just happened but there was no way I could take another ten minutes in this suit, never mind another couple of hours. I had therefore received my first real punishment at the hands of Jennifer. I had no option but to continue my Sunday afternoon in pain and even discomfort. I was hungry, tired and felt absolutely miserable by the time Jennifer returned.

This time she was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, black polar neck sweater and black leather boots. Fuck did she look good!

“How are you feeling now, my dear,” Jennifer asked as she knelt down in-front of the cage where I lay on my side.

“I feel terrible thanks Jennifer,” I responded in a low voice from behind the gasmask. “I’m really sorry for being so rood to you early, please forgive m, I asked in my pleading voice?

“That’s better David, time to let you out.”

Thank God, I thought to my self as Jennifer unlocked the cage door and hauled my restrained rubber body out an onto the basement carpet.

My ankles cuffs were first, followed by my wrist cuffs. At least some freedom from hours locked in the same position. Finally I felt some cool air from behind as Jennifer unzipped the rubber suit from the top of the built-in gasmask, to the base of my spine. For the next five or ten minutes we struggled to remove my sweating body from the tight mass of rubber. Once complete, Jennifer offered me a glass of water before suggesting I take a hot shower.

The shower was excellent! I used the jet of hot water to caress my aching limbs from hours of torture in the heavy rubber suit. My dick was still locked in the steel chastity belt but I knew for not much longer. Jennifer returned to the basement as I was drying myself off. With the towel tied around my waist, she handcuffed my wrist in-front and asked me to follow her up to her bedroom. This had been the first time she had taken me to her bedroom. It was large modern looking room with a king-size bed with chrome head and foot board. Soon I was lying on my back with the gorgeous Jennifer on top. It didn’t take her very long to secure my already cuffed wrists to the head-board, using another pair of handcuffs.  Using another two sets of leg-irons, my ankles were now spread eagle to opposite sides of the foot board, leaving me in a very vulnerable position. Next Jennifer approached with a key and after removing the towel that was still tied around my waist; she had full and uninterrupted access to the chastity belt that had imprisoned my cock since yesterday morning. Fuck, it felt god to be free of the belt. Jennifer now removed her boots, jeans and sweater revealing a black silk bra, suspender belt and silk stockings but no knickers. My cock jumper to life and she slid on top.

We made love for the next hour or so. It was the best sex I’d had in years! Jennifer was obviously an excellent lover or the simple fact of having me locked up at her beck-and-call all weekend was a frustrating for her as it was for me locked up and under her control. After Jennifer returned from cleaning my juices from her sex, we talked for a while. I had no option but to lie there with Jennifer on her side next to me. We talked about he weekend and how much she enjoyed having me.

I was keen to understand was this a one off weekend or was there a longer term offer on the table? Jennifer assured me that she had no intention of this been a one-off fling.

“Okay David, I guess it is time to go over to your place and get you some cloths so we can go out tonight,” explained Jennifer.

I had forgotten that I’d arrived at Jennifer’s in the school uniform on Friday night.

“Jennifer, do I have to put that uniform on again,” I asked?

“Yes, dummy, if you want to get home, she replied!

Before Jennifer started to pick up the school uniform I wore to her place on Friday, she started fashioning the chastity belt around my waist.

“No fucking way Jennifer,” I shouted. “I’ve been in that fucking thing all weekend and there is no way I’m wearing it again!”

“Relax David,” replied Jennifer. “If you’re a good boy tonight, I’ll give you the key later.

Some how I didn’t believe her so I bucked against my bonds with no success. The handcuffs and leg-irons kept me tight against the bed in a very vulnerable spread-eagle position. It therefore didn’t take Jennifer long to have my man-hood tucked away and secure in his own private prison once again.

“There you go David, not a lot you can do about it now,” explained Jennifer in an evil voice. “Calm down and I’ll release you. Continue like that and I’ll be forced to take action!

I suppose I knew by then that I’d no option but to relax and accept what Jennifer had just done. Within minutes, I was free of all bonds and getting dressed again in the school uniform that had got me into all this trouble in the first place. The body-shaper slipped on easily over the chastity belt. With some help from Jennifer, I was into the bra followed by the laborious job of sliding into the thick black opaque Lycra tights. Not long after, I was finished but slightly apprehensive about leaving Jennifer’s place wearing this get-up. On Friday, I was drunk so it was easy to persuade me to appear in the uniform.

Jennifer then came up with an excellent idea:

“David, why don’t you wear the female mask and that will hide your face completely. I’m sure you’ll feel much more comfortable going out with the mask on.”

Even with the female mask in place, along with the long blonde wig, I wrapped the scarf around my neck, pulled on the blazer and followed Jennifer out to her Mercedes, parked in the driveway.

It only took ten minutes to arrive in the parking area adjacent to my apartment block. This was the most worrying bit of the journey. The walk from Jennifer’s car to the apartment building, followed by the lift to the top floor and my apartment. It was November and dark outside so with a brisk pace, I was into the building and awaiting the arrival of the elevator. Great, no one in the lift so Jennifer and I got in and selected the sixth floor. The lift seemed slower than usual but soon the doors slid open and we exited. Even better, no-one up here either so I took my keys out of the handbag and entered the apartment. I breathed in relief as I’d made it unseen by any of my neighbours.

I headed for the bedroom to chance into some male cloths for dinner. I thought about asking for the keys to the belt again but I thought better of it, hoping that Jennifer would honour her deal later.

Dinner was a very civilised affair. Two normal people out on a Sunday evening in Glasgow, enjoying each others company.  Nothing exciting to report! Jennifer drove back to my apartment and came up for a coffee. We kissed more but hoping for some more relief from a mad weekend of passion didn’t materialise. At around ten-thirty Jennifer handed me a key to the chastity belt and left. We agreed to see each other again next weekend.

As soon as she had gone, I headed straight for the bedroom and removed my cloths. Taking the key, I slid it into the tiny lock on the belt. I slid in so far but wouldn’t fit properly. I was in despair trying to release the fucking belt but it wouldn’t budge. I called Jennifer’s mobile (cell-phone) but continued to get her voice-mail. I had no home phone number for her so I’d no option but to wait until tomorrow and call her at work. Yet again, she had one over on me and I was in effect, still Jennifer’s prisoner.

The End.

Ed Kilpatrick

EdKBound@GMail.com

Is this Business or pleasure?

Part 2

       

It had been a miserable week!

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

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

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

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

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

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

At exactly 3pm, the door buzzer rang:

“Hello,” I said.

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

“Yes,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I agreed and led the way to the master bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“David, relax,” demanded Paula!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My response to Jennifer was simple and to the point:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who us it,” I asked?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t push your luck David!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My thoughts too sweetheart,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think he does love,” responded Jennifer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You fucking bastard David,” yelled Christine!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I then approached Christine’s cell and unlocked it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                                       

May be continued

Ed Kilpatrick

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