Alex and Becca · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Thursday "I'm Batman!"
Alex was holding a black leather mask up to his face. Becca couldn't help laughing. "You should put it on properly," she suggested.
"Yeah?" Alex stared at the mask. He was worried that putting it on would make him the slave for the evening. But he couldn't deny his curiosity. "Okay." He pulled the hood over his head, cut-outs in the front leaving his eyes and mouth exposed, and small rivets under the nostrils for him to breathe through. He closed the zip down the back of his head, enclosing him, pressing the leather tight against his face. The hood had a collar mounted at the bottom, which he intentionally left unbuckled. "How do I look?"
Something about the way he looked – stripped down to his boxers, his head engulfed in black leather – it got Becca excited. She grabbed his cheeks and pressed her lips against his, kissed him with a passion that surprised both of them… And while Alex was distracted, she reached behind his neck and buckled the collar. She then took the small padlock she'd palmed, looping it around the tag on the zipper and through the small loop on the collar buckle. The mask wasn't coming off any time soon.
This was the exact thing Alex was trying to avoid. He had to take back control of the situation. He spotted the pink collar – the one from last night – and quickly wrapped it around Becca's neck, locking it in place. "What?" Alex said belligerently, "you did it to me first." It was hard to argue with that. But Becca still wasn't happy about it.
They had agreed to a truce.
There were supposed to be no after-work surprises today. They agreed that once Becca got back from work, they would explore what Brett's toy box had to offer, together, and figure things out from there.
Becca had even offered to wear one of the dresses from Brett's wardrobe as a show of good faith (or so she said). It was a distraction, meant to lull Alex into a false sense of security, to let him think that she would submit herself to him. The dress she had picked out was a pink sailor outfit that she had thought was incredibly cute. But Brett's girlfriend must be a fair bit shorter than Becca, because the skirt barely covered her arse. So now she sat on her legs, her knees held tight together, trying to hold on to some amount of dignity.
"What's this thing?" asked Alex, holding up a strange metal object.
"Hmm…" Becca scrutinized the small, hollow structure. It had a very suggestive shape… "Oh! I think it's, like, a… penis prison?"
"Huh." Looking at it in this light, he couldn't help wondering if his own penis would fit within its small dimensions, imagining how that might feel.
"Wanna try it?" Becca asked in a playful, encouraging tone. He deserved to have that thing, of his, imprisoned, she thought.
Alex ignored the suggestion. Despite Becca's playful demeanor, he was pretty sure that she was still upset about last night, and he wasn't about to walk himself into a trap. "Woah!" He held up a web of thin leather straps, hoping it would distract her. In the middle of the tangle was a red rubber ball, like the one he'd pushed into their mouth the night before.
Becca's heart started beating fast at the memory. Having her voice taken away like that. And this thing; what were all those extra straps for? She took it from Alex, unbuckling the straps, opening it out. This thing, she thought, must wrap around your whole head. Tentatively, she pulled it up to her face, draping the open straps around her head, resting the red balled outside her closed lips. Her heart was racing. She had to try it.
Alex sat patiently. He could see her temptation, and he didn't want to do anything that might snap her back to reality. Becca put her hands behind her head, pulling the buckles together. As she tightened the straps, she opened her mouth, letting the rubber ball slide into place behind her teeth. A triangle of straps rose from the corners of her mouth, joining above her nose with a metal ring, then over the top of her head to buckle at the back. Finally, two more straps from the corners of her mouth met and buckled under her chin, forcing her to bite down on the ball.
The feeling of being so… contained. It was exhilarating. She had to see herself. She stood, trying to keep her backside covered as she walked to the mirror inside the wardrobe door. The rubber ball was exquisite between her lips, her big brown eyes peering helpless behind leather straps. She tried to move her jaw, tried to push at the ball with her tongue. It was immovable.
She didn't even notice that Alex had walked up behind her until she heard the click. She met his reflected eyes, and saw his reflection smile. She reached behind her head, desperate to undo the buckles and remove this thing, already knowing what she would find. She tried to yell, but… this time she'd given her own voice away. Traded it for her perverted curiosity.
Becca ran to the toy box, desperate for something to get him back with, something to re-balance the scales. She picked up a broad leather strap with a black rubber bulb on one side, and what looked like an air-pump on the other. Becca wrestled Alex to the ground, and climbed on top of him, trying to pin him down with all of her weight.
"Stop," Alex said, turning his head away. He could see where this was going, and knew full well there was no way she'd be able to force that thing into his mouth. "This isn't going to work." Becca tried to force the gag between his tightly clenched lips anyway. He grabbed her hands. "Just listen, okay." He rolled on top of her, now pinning her down. "We can't both be the master."
Becca narrowed her eyes. She already knew what he was going to say. And it wasn't like she was in a position to negotiate.
"How about this," he offered, "we finish locking each other up. Then the first one to escape gets to be the master and do what they want with the loser."
Becca was stunned. That wasn't what she was expecting at all. She was about to say yes (try to say yes), but instead nodded and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. She picked up the inflatable gag again.
Alex conceded and opened his mouth, having already noted that the gag's buckle didn't have a loop for a padlock. Becca pushed the gag into his mouth and buckled it, then frantically squeezed the air-pump until Alex's mouth was filled; his jaw stretched and his tongue pinned down. Becca felt things were a bit more even again, even if she couldn't lock Alex's gag in place.
They silently rifled through the box. Becca picked out two pairs of handcuffs, handing one pair to Alex. Alex found two metal bars, one slightly longer than the other, each with a leather cuff on either end. Becca looked at him curiously. Alex tried holding one between his wrists; the cuffs seemed a bit big… A flash of realisation crossed his face, and he moved the bar between his ankles. He offered the longer of the bars to Becca and she rolled her eyes at his cheekiness. She shrugged and took it anyway.
But first things first. Becca stood up, and slid down her panties. Alex watched her, his eyes transfixed at the cheeky glimpse under her all-too-short skirt. Becca tapped at his shoulder to get him to focus, then pointed at his boxers. He played dumb; Becca at least had a dress, if he took off his boxers he'd be fully nude. This annoyed Becca, who kept pointing and miming pulling down her panties, until she finally lost her patience. She shoved him over and dragged off his boxers, and that was that.
Becca picked up the black metal box labelled 'KEYS' and placed it on the floor, out of reach of the both of them.
Meanwhile, Alex had taken a length of chain, and when Becca sat back down next to him, he locked it to the ring on Becca's collar. He was planning to lock the other end around a bedpost far enough away that she wouldn't be able to reach the keys, even if she managed to get her hands free. Becca snatched the loose end off him, and locked it to Alex's own collar instead.
They were in this together, she thought, to the bitter end.
Becca brought the metal bar between her ankles, buckling the leather cuffs, then picking out a pair of small locks to fix them in place. Alex dutifully followed suit. Becca then awkwardly maneuvered onto her stomach, her neck tugging at the chain, jerking Alex about as she moved. She tried to re-arrange her skirt, tried to cover herself up. It was no use. But it didn't matter; thanks to the chain, once Alex was also on his belly, he was no longer in a position to see.
Becca closed the cuff around one wrist, waiting for Alex to do the same. Then she brought her hands around behind her back, and bent her knees, raising her ankles and the metal bar to meet her hands. She looked to Alex, again waiting for him to match her actions. She looped the handcuff chain around the metal bar, and started to close the cuff around her free wrist. The cuff clicked once; still open enough to pull her hand out. She wasn't going to trap herself unless Alex did the same. She heard his click, and from the corner of her eye, saw that he was in position. This was it. There was a call and response of clicks until…
They were both trapped.
Inside the hood, Alex could hear the echo of his heart pounding. His stiff cock was pressed under his weight, against the carpet. He glanced over at Becca and couldn't believe the situation he was in – his gorgeous girlfriend, in that dress, in all that bondage… and he couldn't do anything about it. Not until he escaped. Not unless he escaped first.
The countdown: "Eee. Ooo. Oo-aah… OH!"
Alex immediately got to work feeling for the safety latch on his cuffs. He was confident he could win this thing. It was only a matter of time, he thought.
Becca had already found the latch on her cuffs. But she made a show of struggling, pretending she couldn't find it. After all, she didn't need to rush. She'd already won. Alex really should have checked the cuffs Becca had handed him. After last night, she'd had no intention of playing fair.
She continued her charade for a few more minutes, before finally revealing her victory. The cuff swung open, and her ankles dropped. She brought her hands around in front of her and removed the remaining cuff, casually tossing it away with a muffled "ha!". She looked to Alex to make sure he knew. He seemed strangely undeterred. If only he knew.
Still, she wasn't free yet. She still had to get the keys for… everything else. But that could wait. First she would have her revenge. Before she had cuffed herself, she had secreted the 'penis prison'. She rose up onto her knees, as far as the neck chain would allow, and she pushed at Alex. Alex wasn't sure what she was up to, but he didn't like it one bit. He tried to fight her, squirming violently, but the bonds made it hard to move his own body, and now he was somehow up on his side.
Becca grabbed his cock, roughly forcing the chastity cage onto him, crushing his erection in its small metallic dimensions. That'll teach him, she thought. He won't get to fuck her until he learns to use his dick responsibly. Alex rolled back down onto his stomach, defeated.
Now the keys. She reached out her arm as far as she could… not even close. She inched her body closer until the chain caught and wouldn't allow her any further. Still not nearly enough. She grabbed hold of the chain, and pulled at it. The collar around Alex's neck stretched, and he let out short, muffled coughs as the collar strained against his throat.
Alex relaxed his body into the carpet, turning into a mass of dead-weight that Becca could hardly budge. She may have gotten her hands free, but she hadn't won yet. And he certainly wasn't going to make it easy for her to get the keys. He was unbothered that he hadn't found his safety latches yet; after all, he'd had the same trouble when he handcuffed himself to the bed. That time he had given up too easily.
Becca wasn't having it. She WOULD budge him, and she would have the keys, and she would have him.
She turned over to a seated position, facing Alex, her back to the keys. She grabbed a hold of his shoulders and leaned back with all of her weight. Slowly, Alex was dragged along, his bare chest scraping and burning against the carpet. She hopped her arse backwards, and repeated the action, like she was working a rowing machine, shuffling towards her goal.
In spite of the burning on his chest and thighs, and the painful tug of the chastity cage against the carpet, Alex was impressed by Becca's effort. He knew she could be stubborn and determined, but he didn't realise she had such strength in her. Though that didn't mean he was giving up. It just meant he would have an easier reach of the keys when he finally got his own hands free. Any minute now, he thought.
Becca picked up the box. She turned it about in her hands, looking for a latch or something to open it. Nothing. She tried pulling at the lid… it wouldn't budge. She noticed the small inset keyhole on the front. Of course she'd seen it before, but hadn't bothered to check if it was actually locked. Why would it be? What sense is there in a locked box full of keys?
Frustrated she started shaking it, the sound of the keys jingling and rattling about inside. Her mind wouldn't let her believe what her gut already knew. She bashed the box against the ground. She would not accept this. Panic was vibrating through her fingers but she could not accept it. The box would open. It had to.
All this banging had caught Alex's interest. He nudged his head against Becca's leg to get her attention, and gave an inquisitive look when she turned to look at him. Tears were forming in her eyes. She held up the key box and tapped a finger against the lock. Alex stared blankly. She tapped the lock again, shaking her head, then pulled at the box, making it clear to Alex that the thing wouldn't open for her.
Alex got back to work struggling, more desperately than before. If he could just get his hands free, he would get the box open himself. He'd smash the damn thing to pieces if he had to.
Becca placed a hand on his wrists and shook her head. He didn't get it; and anyway, this was too important to stop. She started shaking him, and trying to say 'stop'. He paused his struggling, but kept quietly feeling at the cuffs as Becca pantomimed. She held out a wrist and exaggeratedly wiggled an imaginary safety latch, then pointed at Alex's cuffs and shook her head. She had to repeat the sequence a few times before it finally sunk in. He gave up struggling.
Becca had run through a million scenarios in her head. How were they possibly going to get out of this mess? There had to be a key to THIS box somewhere. But even if they had been able to move about freely, they could search the whole house top to bottom and still might not find it. There was really only one option.
She started moving towards the bedside table. Trying to move. Alex was still weighing her down, lost in his own vein attempt at coming up with a solution. Becca shoved his shoulder, and when he looked at her, she gestured towards the bedside table and mimed talking on the phone. He understood. Alex rose his hips, then pushed down, sliding himself forward ever so slightly. This time, they would move together; jerking and stalling, but making better progress than before, until they were finally within reach.
Alex and Becca · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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