The Way Things Work Out · Part 2 (2/2)
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xtremely tight tie, but I was turned on sufficiently. Her outfit helped that status even more so, wearing a pair of black lycra leggings that came down to just above her knees, and a black lycra halter-top that hugged her breasts so tightly that they bulged out the top.
She had a 3 inch black lycra choker on, and the whole outfit was completed with a pair of opera length lycra sleeves, and some black 7-inch platform high heels. She had her hair pulled up and tied back, and had done her makeup around a gray and black theme: black nail polish, medium gray eye liner, black lipstick, and dark gray eye shadow.
Now, ideally, this whole setup wouldn’t be bad. Yes, the bondage was tight, but it was fun, my captor was extremely hot and kinky, and the general name of the game was gratification. What was bothering me was that she was on the phone, to at least 1 other person, giving them directions to her house. As a regular term of our contract I kept myself hairless except for my head hair, and any facial hair below my nose had to be shaven clean. She hung up the phone and walked up to me, pulling something out of her cleavage. She crouched, and proceeded to roll me onto my back, this turn yanking my tied penis hard backwards forcing it to point straight forward.
She smiled at me while idly caressing my shaft, and worked her way up to my nipples. She gently squeezed them a bit, licked her fingertips, and wet my nipples, before pulling out a pair of needle nose pliers. I opened my mouth to speak, but she quickly put a finger to my lips and hushed me, assuring me there would be no pain right now. She took the needle nose pliers, and gently opened the rings, replacing them with stainless steel padlocks. The locks were maybe a pound apiece, and the idea was an extreme turn on for me. She put them in, leaving them open, before putting each end of a chain through the clasp and then closing them.
She took a key ring from her cleavage, showing it to me, I saw that there were two tiny keys on it. She took one off, and bent it to hell with the needle nose pliers. That was another thing that scared me and made the situation worse. She kept smiling and walked into the other room with the last key. She came back beaming, and walked past me to the front door. I tried to look to where she went, and she quickly opened the door and greeted two women wearing black long length coats. They all came into the living room, one of the women, a brunette, looked down at me, and make a waving motion with her finger tips.
The other woman didn’t even stop to take off her jacket before dropping down to her knees next to me and placing a pair of fingers to my lips. I looked at Carol, who looked really excited, and nodded to me, telling me things would be ok. We had a kind of rarely spoken rule that you don’t talk until instructed to talk after being asked a question. I held to that as I kissed the woman’s fingertips and quickly drew them into my mouth to suck on them. She looked over my body, especially my bound and engorged cock, and taking special note of my new locks. She got really excited and after a few minutes stood back up, a faint sheen of sweat going over her forehead.
When she came back, she had shed her coat and I took a minute to appraise her. She looked somewhat asian, with tanned skin, almond shaped eyes, dyed blond hair, but also with big pouty lips, a healthy set of C cup breasts, and looked athletic, but wasn’t as cut at the abs and buttocks as Carol was. She wore a black skirt, about mid thigh, with a business jacket and blouse on. Her hair was down, and teased out a little, and came down to her shoulders and fell in a very beautiful way. She looked to be maybe 2 or 3 years older than myself, and for the most part acted like it.
She was wearing high heels, which limited my ability to tell how tall she was, but my attention was drawn to the first woman to come in the door, as she finally entered my line of vision. She was tall, at least 5’10, the 8 inch heels not counted. She was clearly upper class, white, and acted extremely regal, and had a very bitchy demeanor just in how she moved. Her hair, a rich red was pulled back tightly, with a bun in the back. She wore a pair of black leather pants, extremely tight, which blended in well with her black socks and high heels. Above the pants she had a black leather corset that was covering the first 2 inches of the pants, which had a series of buckles up the front and left.
Under the corset her breasts, obviously in the D cups, were straining against a white blouse, that was unbuttoned right down to the corset, allowing me enough of a shot to see she wasn’t wearing any sort of bra. She had black nail polish on, as well as a number of black rings around her fingers. What I could tell of her body build she was very into working out and very muscular. She took a step up and placed her foot directly on my penis. As I watched her go I got a momentary feeling of panic for the heel, but she placed it so that my shaft wedged between the heel and the arch of the shoe. It was cold and also sort of exhilarating.
“Carol tells me your name is Eric.” She leaned in a bit with a smile spreading across her lips. “Eric…you seemed to have gotten yourself into a little bit of a bind.” I looked at her as she slightly pivoted her foot, slightly bending my penis. “If you are interested, we would like to offer you the same job opportunity that Carol has given you…granted…the money would be a bit different, especially with myself, but I think you could get along very well for yourself. What do you say?
We’ll negotiate specifics later but please…what do you say?” I thought for a second, while the whole time she continued to pivot on her heel, creating more and more of a bend in my penis, and slowly beginning to hurt more and more. Trying to keep a cool head against her heel, I remained calm and answered: “Alright.” She smiled and let her foot off and walked next to me, crouched and ruffled my hair. “That’s a good boy…” she turned towards the hallway. “Carol…. can we begin now?”
That’s how I came to know Vanessa and her boss Sandra. Carol and Sandra worked for the same group of trustees, while Vanessa was personal assistant and secretary to Sandra. By this time, Vanessa has dyed her hair a somewhat darker blonde/brown mix, and a good month had passed since my introduction to the two women. Apparently, I took over Vanessa’s old position, and she seemed to be altogether thrilled with the idea of something to play with rather than take the brunt of her boss’s wrath, none of the gratification I was able to give her.
This whole time I maintained a steady relationship with Carol, maintaining that if I had to cut people out of the schedule she would be the last person to be removed. What I was having issues with lately wasn’t so much time, as much as what was being done with my time. Sandra was a complete and total dominating bitch. In the best possible sense of the word.
Vanessa was still working through an issue or two she had with her treatment at the hands of both Sandra and Carol, and Carol was very much having her vengeance for some of my more creative stunts. I think it’s Wednesday, anyhow, I’ve been under Sandra’s loving care for a good deal of time, since Carol had a trip to take and Vanessa was constantly underfoot. Now, when I say care I do mean care. This woman was meticulous if anything, and she had a predisposition for hammer locking, as my arms were currently set in. I saw a bit of my arm work when she last moved me, and honestly I was wearing sleeves.
I had rope coiled from the top of my upper arms, to my elbows, knotted, and tied to my wrists, which were connected via the coil around my forearms and hands, which was also cinched, and for good measure, triple knotted. The rest of my setup was in a running color scheme of white, which featured me with a white bit gag, white blindfold, white 4 inch collar, a white cotton rope shibari harness around my chest and through my nipple rings, which then went on either side of my penis to go up my crack and knot quite snugly into my arm bondage.
My penis was smartly dressed with a white sash cord that encircled the entire package at the base twice, sectioned off my testicles with two turns, and coiled around my shaft up to the head. Being that generally a man’s privates will go down after any length of time no matter what the activity, I was normally given food heavily laced with crushed up viagra pellets. This didn’t amuse me because Sandra liked to control everything, and Vanessa was her puppet. Now, during the entire time Vanessa played my part, she wasn’t allowed to cum because according to Sandra, it violated her employee inter-office fraternization policy. Carol just didn’t know.
Either way, Vanessa was bitter, and enjoyed being mean as hell about my inability to reach anything. Only once had Sandra actually let me finish, and that was the first time I met her, which I might add was one of the best hand jobs I’d ever received. Anyway, my situation was somewhat more than I described for you so far, so I’ll continue. I was standing under a wooden support beam, with two wooden supports on either side and an o-ring screwed into the wood every inch the whole way around.
Firstly my ankles were tied to each side of the wooden posts, which was maybe 4 ½ feet wide, with a rope between my ankles keeping them a set distance apart, while my head was pulled back via a rope tied to the ring on either side of the bit gag. Not only did this hold my head back but prevented me from turning my head, while additional rope connected to my nipple rings. Secondly, two ropes came from each of the corners on the top beam and tied to the torso harness at points on my shoulders. Now, my ankle ropes were basically pulleys for the ropes on my torso and yanking my head back.
The whole setup made it so that if I moved at all, my chest harness would get tighter, my head would be pulled back more yanking on my nipples, while riding the rope farther up my ass crack. Currently, Vanessa was taking liberties with a riding crop, working from my inner thigh to my nipples in a 123-4! swatting pattern, myself trying hard to not flinch, and in general trying to just zone out as she had her fun. After what I had counted to be maybe 5 minutes, I felt the pattern stop entirely, and listened as what I thought sounded like Sandra whispering to Vanessa.
A few seconds later, the blindfold was off and I saw Sandra walk in front of me, and noticed she had changed into an all leather ensemble. First, she was wearing a very regal looking neck wrap collar, which dipped down her back a couple inches, and had two buckles, both adorned with locks. From the collar, just about the middle of her collar bone on each side, ran two pairs of leather straps which locked onto the corset she was wearing, and locked onto her gloves.
It laced up the front and back, which were then buckled over and locked, along with a halter top addition that was locked on, and in front of the nipples, 6 gauge rings were protruding from the material, to give the look of piercings. The corset, had a pair of leather garters locked on, that ran to her boots, which were laced up to the thigh, and had buckles at the ankles and top at the thigh which locked shut, and at the top buckle, the garters locked them to the corset. At the actual foot of the boot, it looked to be close to a ballet shoe. Her gloves were just like the stockings. They laced up, had locked buckles at the top and wrist, and via the garters were locked on.
As I was to find out later, she had picked this outfit as an exhibitionist punishment. The key for all the locks keeping the outfit on was frozen in a block of ice almost 2 ft thick. She stepped up to me, holding the crop Vanessa originally had, and slowly started running the tip of it up my legs, chest and across the tip of my penis. From behind, I felt Vanessa start to undo my arm ropes, and after 20 or so minutes I was completely loose, and called into the house. Still wearing my head harness, my collar was removed, and I was handed a box and told to go to the bathroom and dress. Inside the box I found a great deal of latex items, all white, and most of it extremely thick.
First, I put on a pair of white latex gloves, a pair of white latex stockings, and a cock sheath, which was a molded piece of latex, like a condom, but fit over my balls as well, and was tightened at the base of my genitals, around my balls, and extremely tight around the base of my shaft. I came out and Vanessa was holding a much larger version of Sandra’s waist cincher in white. She brought it over to me and instructed me to lift my arms and I realized that it was a man’s cincher. It was tight.
Extremely tight, and after she was finished lacing it, and closing the lace guards, and locking it, and adding black leather wrist cuffs, which were locked on extremely tight, and matching ankle cuffs and collar, and finally 10 inch lengths of chain from my wrists to the back of my collar, locks connecting both cuffs together and to the back of the cincher, a hobble chain about 12 inches long, a pair of latex “combat boots” and a rather odd little device that made me really question what was going on. Take a 6-foot length of chain, and on one end, fasten a latex dipped chain loop, and the other end, put a singular handcuff.
Then apply liberally and tightly around the base of my penis, with the chain hanging down from under and behind my balls. Two very short chains were attached on either side of my gag, and locked to my collar, forcing my head down, and as I looked (in the only direction available to me) I saw Vanessa’s hand take hold of the leash, and begin walking me through the house. I didn’t see Sandra anywhere, and assumed that I was being led to her…. which made me wonder what we were doing in the garage, and heading to an open car door. I was ushered in, and belted to the seat, while Vanessa got in the driver’s seat, started the car, and waited.
Eventually Sandra came to the car, and I heard her get in, speak to Vanessa, and they began to drive. We drove for about 45 minutes, before stopping, and they both got out. I sat in the back of the car for quite some time before fidgeting enough to see where we were. Looking out I saw we were parked in an alley at the back of a large office building. Sandra came to the door, and I saw that she was wearing a business suit, presumably over her latex outfit. She opened the door, undid my belt and picked up the leash, helping me out of the car.
I felt completely unhappy about this, and began struggling and trying to talk around the gag to express that I really didn’t want to go out in public like this. Long story short they got me out of the car and she paraded me through her office, which was almost empty save for a few of Sandra’s weekend clerks, who took great care in yanking, tugging, and biting various parts of me as I blushed and took what I had to in the most embarrassing and somewhat arousing trip I’d been on. The fact that these people were ok with what was going on and seemed in the loop was helpful, but it didn’t really do much for my level or humiliation I was already feeling.
We got to her office, and I was pressed against the wall before being able to see the place. Sandra and Carol must either think alike or compare notes because I soon found myself padlocked by my nipples to small o-rings in the wall, and bent over severely. I was left alone for a while, as I heard Sandra go about her work, and Vanessa bustle about for a while, before I noticed I didn’t hear Vanessa moving anymore. Just Sandra on the phone or typing. I finagled around until I could see just barely that there was a pair of shoes poking out from under the desk, backwards, and surmised that contrary to what I thought, Vanessa was actually in the room still, and had been the entire time.
We remained there for a good 4 hours, before it got dark, and finally, Sandra moved. She got up, went into her closet, and pulled out a tube metal contraption that was covered in straps and buckles. I was laid down, with the entirety of my back laid straight, and buckled down, then my leg were brought up and my knees were made to touch my stomach, and my arms and legs were buckled to a pole that ran straight up, while my penis was pulled between my legs and made to stand straight up, while the leash was drawn through my ass crack and handed to me into my hand.
I found soon that anytime I moved my hand the cuff around my cock would pull down, and while this being a strenuous position, it wasn’t entirely unappealing once I realized what I was being crafted into. Sandra rolled the contraption with me on it, and put it in place of where her other office chair was, and proceeded to sit down, minus her suit pants, and I noted that indeed, she had just thrown her suit on over her leather outfit. Slowly she lowered herself onto my engorged shaft, and began typing again. Vanessa came up from behind, and I noticed that she too had changed her outfit.
Now she was wearing a blue latex cat suit with feet, hands, and an eyeless, mouth less hood, with restraints similar to mine adorning her as she came up and knelt on either side of my head, which I found to be exactly level enough for her to kneel and my mouth to sit under her vagina. The cat suit was of course open, and I watched as her waist was locked to my arms and legs, pressing her into a completely ramrod straight hug of the “chair”. She took two lengths of chain and connected my nipples to her pierced nipple rings, which, it being an 8-inch chain pulled significantly.
Her arms were wrapped around the chair and locked in front of Sandra, crossing her chest and well within hands grasp of her enormous breasts and hard as rock nipples. I was instructed to pull on the leash, and as I did I felt it distinctly in my lower regions, as Sandra would push back, slowly riding me. On occasion I would tire and she would promptly slap my ass hard until I started again. The entire time Vanessa was whimpering for me to help her with her erotic itch, and as I sat getting a bit drenched by her arousal, completely unable to explain to her that I still had a gag in. I think she assumed that being a good secretary would have meant that Sandra would have accommodated for her.
What I didn’t know was that Sandra has made her drink a mix of chemical aphrodisiacs that made her about as horny as the viagra made me. Heh. Lord help me I did that routine for another hour before being let up, and I couldn’t get enough stimulation to finish…I was livid. Sandra came 8 or 9 times before closing shop, and I think Vanessa even got off once, but I was S. O. L. I was taken back to the wall until it was time to leave, myself being frustrated and sore. It was close to midnight when we finally got back into the car, and I was soon to find out that rather than go home, we went to a club called Hors D’oeurves.
What I also, was not amused with was having to get out of that to walk in the front door. Cutting through the line of people waiting to get in…to a nonfetish club. In the interest of drawing marginally less attention to myself, I got out as quickly as I could, but when we got in, Sandra shed all of her business suit attire, and had apparently adorned panties, and I was left to stand amidst a grand mass of people, some of who, being girls my age, came over to poke at me or otherwise make jokes or get a laugh at my expense.
I had well expended my energy trying to fight Sandra and Vanessa when we first went to her office, and this was the last straw…I think they realized that they had crossed a line that I wasn’t ready for, and were stalling in taking me back and letting me out. Sandra left me with Vanessa, and after about 20 minutes of letting patrons ogle or scorn me, we went and sat down at a booth. Vanessa was smiling as she cuddled up to me, sliding a leg over mine and putting her mouth close to my ear, her hands roaming down under the table.
She bit my ear lobe a little, licked my neck and whispered, “I know that this is new for you, but I find it to be incredibly hot…. now that I can see someone else in it. I know I hated Sandra when she did this to me…and I bet you are more that a little livid now…but you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” I was trying as best I could to zone out and forget about being somewhat of an attraction in the packed club, but all I found myself doing was either wishing to just go, or recant and get a thrill of being somewhat of a toy, which honestly I was, or to keep replaying what I would say to Sandra and Vanessa when we got home.
It was probably 2-2:30 in the morning when we finally pulled into the garage at Sandra’s home. Vanessa took her little more than inebriated boss up to her room, leaving me to stew in the car. When Vanessa came back, she was beaming, and holding a ring of keys. She opened the door, and helped me out of the car, before locking my leash to a rail in the garage. She removed everything I was wearing, except the genital adornments, and carried the outfit back into the house. By that time it was a HUGE relief to have the cincher off, and my arms and legs felt pretty weird for a while after wearing both the cuffs and the latex for so long.
I tried to remove the cuff, but without squashing one or both of my balls, there was no way it was coming off without the key. I tried working it off the rail but that too proved fruitless. Vanessa came back, quietly, and I noticed that she had taken off her shoes and stockings, and as she took the lock off the rail, she instructed me to be quiet. We went through the house into the backyard, and she let me go outside first, and as I set barefoot onto the patio, I noticed that we were in a part of the backyard I hadn’t been in before. She pushed me forward, and as I set my foot down I felt a little plastic and very fine wet dirt granules.
I stopped, as she began undressing in the light of the doorway. The area we were in was surprisingly warm and I figured that it wasn’t entirely outside, and was being warmed by the house. As she took hold of my leash again, I was to find this to be correct. She led me forward, and as I stepped farther onto the plastic, I felt it angle down and distinctly felt mud squeeze between my toes. I also noticed she had a long length of chain in her other hand, and as she led me to the middle of the pool, the mud came up to about midcalf, and it was extremely warm, smooth and clammy.
Vanessa wearing nothing but a pair of white latex panties, took the length of chain she had, and wrapped one end of it snugly around her waist, placing a padlock around the end link and the starting point of the wrap around, making a tether for herself. She then picked up two pairs of handcuffs, placed a set around my wrists, double locked them, and locked the end of my chain around a small ring at a post at the edge of the “pool”. She took her chain and locked it to a post diagonally across from my post, and placed her wrists into her cuffs and shut them.
The chains gave us enough length to press against each other with maybe 1 foot extra, I figured as she came up to me a pressed herself hard against my front, letting my penis rub between her legs teasingly. She knelt down after giving each of my nipples a slow suck, and proceeded to take me into her mouth. The latex on the sheath was thick, and I didn’t feel very much from her, but it was more than enough to be exhilarating. She stopped, bent forward and let her chest and stomach absorb into the mud, before standing back up and rubbing what she had picked up over my chest with her breasts. I felt her nipples run over my chest and occasionally out piercings would connect.
At one point in her “painting” of me, she leaned in a kissed me hard, her breathing getting ragged as she forced herself closer to me. She eventually sat down, letting her hands prop her up as I knelt in front of her. She scooted herself closer to me and I got the idea. I slowly made my way to the ground, half way towards sitting just outright falling, causing my hair and most of my front sink under the mud. Around the same time she was covering herself, so we both looked like we were wearing suits. She scooted forward and as I propped myself up with my arms, she did the same, scooting her pelvis towards me.
She wound up facing me, leaned back with her pelvis grinding into mine, her legs going on either side of my body. I was still painfully erect, and she made great use of that fact, slowly letting our sheathed parts rub together through the mud and latex. She came and came and came until after what seemed like horribly frustrating hours, Sandra woke up to unlock us. I was hosed off first and my hard freed as I instructed to hose off Vanessa. I did this with relish, and Vanessa like that will always be in my memories. I’ve never seen a woman grind a stream of water, but I was helpful and kept it at the right height while she let the water hit her clit through the latex.
I washed her off and toweled her dry, as I think she was a bit exhausted, and helped her to the door, where she tottered off to bed. Sandra, still being a little drunk, and apparently not suffering from a hang over, strolled up to me, pressed me against the wall and knelt in front of me, that being another visual I won’t soon forget. Still wearing the waist cincher and the gloves and stockings, her DD breasts spilling over and rubbing against my thighs and genitals, she molested the sheath off, and took each of my balls into her mouth gently, her eyes closed as if to savor the sensation.
She kissed up and down my shaft, leaving little black lipstick marks all over me, before taking me entirely into her mouth and slowly sucking and drawing back. She drew the whole process over about 45 minutes and when I finally finished she was extremely happy. She stood up, taking my nipples into her hands and pressed against me, whispering into my ear: “That was for being a good sport….so come to bed with Mistress.” I was lead via the leash up to her room, where I was instructed to lie face down on her bed. I did so, as she applied double locking cuffs to my wrists, ankles, thumbs, big toes, and elbows, before pulling everything back into a padlock hogtie.
She then rolled me onto my side and as my head was turned away from the pillowcase, she cuddled up to me resting her privates up to my face. I didn’t really need instruction, and apparently she matched my actions well into her falling asleep, where she still continued to “keep me awake”.
Two things happened when Carol got back. First, was that after I told her what had happened, a very long and drawn out argument in my defense against Sandra took place over about a week, in which I was coddled and babied by Carol, who I think still feels bad about getting me wrapped up with her. Eventually they worked everything out, and Sandra promised me she would make things up to me. The second thing was Vanessa got fired from the firm Carol and Sandra worked at. This made things a bit different for Sandra and Vanessa, because Sandra couldn’t give her a free ride, and didn’t want to see her “friend” have to not be around anymore.
That was when I was informed in passing that Sandra had taken Vanessa and offered her the same deal Carol gave me. By this point I was formally living with Carol, and taking a 50% pay cut in order to have free room and board. When Sandra came to visit a few days later, I was napping in my room, when Carol called me down. Not using any of our predefined codes, I was supposed to come downstairs, as I was dressed, which was minimal at best. A pair of locking leather wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, collar, 10-inch chain between my nipples and a cock harness.
I came downstairs to find Sandra and Vanessa both sitting on the couch, Sandra shedding her over coat, while Vanessa still sat wrapped in hers, smiling seductively. I first noticed that Vanessa had changed her hair color again, to that of a very burgundy red, that, coupled with her red lipstick and eye shadow came off as extremely attractive. Secondly, I saw that she was wearing a pair of full coverage high heel shoes that stretched past her ankles. I couldn’t see above her ankle, due to the long coat. She stood up, and walked towards me, stopped, and it took me a second to realize that she was going upstairs. I sidestepped and she continued up the steps, as Sandra turned to address me.
“She is here as a favor to you. We decided that I would lend her to Carol, and times you, in reparations for the argument Carol and I had last week, and to pay you back for what happened at the club. “ Carol smiled and looked at me. “For the time being, I am going to go out with Sandra and we will be back either late tonight or tomorrow. You can have the house to yourself. You two behave yourselves.” I nodded, and Carol and Sandra sat for a few more minutes. I went upstairs, and went into my room, to find Vanessa not there. I checked the bathroom, not there. The closets, nothing. Finally, I checked Carol’s room to find Vanessa sitting in the desk chair, smiling at me.
She was wearing a short latex corset, which buckled up the back on top of the laces, a thick leather collar, the boots I saw before, which went a few inched above her ankle, which laced up the front and locked on, leg cuffs, which were locked on and in the lock held a 2 foot length of chain, followed up her leg with a pair of thigh high latex stockings that were held up by a pair of thigh cuffs held to the corset by garters. Her wrists were connected with a 1-foot chain, connected to locked wrist cuffs, and upper arm cuffs, that held full-length fingerless gloves up.
Dangling between her legs was a chain link leash, and in her hand maybe ten or so 1lb weights that could/would be connected to the 10inch chain connecting her nipple piercings. Having Vanessa stay was both fun, for a bit, and kinda bothersome. She is insatiable. Carol got a royal kick out of watching me be unable to sleep, and if I wasn’t in the mood to play with Vanessa, as Carol would call it, Vanessa would either take her own liberties with my person, plan in advance so I wake up unable to stop her, or nag Carol into punishing us both.
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