Janet · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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Next morning she was released from the box, and after being washed and cared for, her wrists were strapped together and attached to a strap hanging from behind her collar. A pair of leather cuffs were buckled around her ankles with a chain between them. Clipping a lead to her collar, he began leading her upstairs her wrists in the small of her back.
Still naked, her breasts swaying from side to side she was led up the concrete stairs, walking uncertainly in the hobbles. It was hard to think straight, her attention seemed to be on her nakedness and keeping her balance. As with any woman, nudity was not something she was comfortable with, so much better to be packaged in a nice outfit, with a little make up to hide any imperfections.
With her wrists cuffed in the small of her back and elbows out, her shoulders were back, which thrust her breasts out. As they jiggled around, her face burned with embarrassment. For moment, she was tempted to risk asking for some clothing. With a shock she realised what she was thinking- she’d accepted her captivity? She’d been kidnapped and taken away from her life and home, her hair shaved off, for god’s sake. Locked in a box, teased for hours and all she could think of was clothes?
She was taken into a bedroom, with a thick carpeted floor and sat down at a dressing table. Her ankle chain was locked to a rail under the table, and her wrists released.
‘I want you to put on some make up Janet’ he said, ‘I’ll get something for you to wear.’
She gazed at her reflection- she looked so different without hair. How was she going to look with make up on?
‘Just your normal look, nothing fancy’ he said, from the walk in robe, where her own clothes were hung up. As she did her best under the circumstances, he came back with a box of her own jewellery. ‘Do a good job please, or you can take it off and do it again. I won’t accept anything less than your very best.’
Leaving some clothes on the bed, he went out. ‘Take all the time you want’ he said as he left the room. ‘From now on, you have to look perfect for me- every single day.’
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath- this wasn’t so bad, putting make up on, with her ankles joined by a chain which was padlocked to the table. The wide leather collar looked good around her neck and she could use it to steady her hand as she did her face. A few articles of jewellery and she was done- what now, did she call out ‘I’m ready to get dressed honey?’ A smile turned up the corners of her mouth. This guy wasn’t going to hurt her, he was OK.
She fingered her collar and looked at herself. She looked nice, apart from the bald head. Thinking about that, she could see the logic- her hair would get caught in the box. ‘How the fuck was that logical’ asked a voice in her head? Shaving her head? The guy was nuts! Two conflicting trains of thought were in her head. One said forgive and make the most of it, the other to whack him with the chair and get the hell out of the place.
Suddenly he was there behind her. ‘Clasp your hands in your lap please Janet.’
Her eyes closed as he placed his hands on her bare shoulders. Bending down, he kissed her neck below the collar. Her head leant back against him, as his hands slid down her breasts. It had been so long since she’d felt hands on her bare skin, so very long. Suddenly all that mattered was to sit there while he touched her. She began to melt, and soft moans escaped from her lips. Oh, it felt so good, those big strong hands on her.
Her head was tilted back and her lips kissed softly. Another kiss where her eyebrow once was, and he straightened up and left her. She realised with a start she still hadn't spoken since she’d been released from the box. It must be the longest she’d gone without talking for months! ‘You can stretch yourself before I restrain your wrists’ he said in her ear.
Once she had done so, he locked her wrists behind her back again and freed her ankles from the rail. She was helped to her feet and led over to the bed. He sat her down facing him and removed the chain from between her ankles. He pushed the rubber ball into her mouth again and slipped the leather hood over her head. Once it was laced tight, ropes were tied to each ankle cuff, and she was gently pushed down on her back, her wrists under her. The ropes were tied around her thighs, leaving her knees up in the air, feet flat on the bed.
As she lay helpless, blind and unable to speak he sat down and proceeded to drive her wild. This time he was all over her. Tied as she was, Janet was unable to resist and not sure she wanted to. Soon she was thrashing around, her chest rising and falling as she tried to get enough air through her nostrils. As he held one knee, his other hand was between her legs, with one, then two slippery fingers inside her. Her back arched as she gave in to the sensations, then as her own mains powered vibrator went to work, she started making inhuman noises. Closer and closer to nirvana she came, thrusting her hips at him. Her head was tossing around and the whole bed was shaking.
‘You want it don’t you, my little slave?’ he said, bending down to squeeze her breasts and play with the nipples. ‘MMMPH’ she replied with spirit, nodding her head frantically. He turned the Hitachi off, and slipped the egg vibrator inside her. As she writhed around, he buckled the leather belt around her waist and did up the crotch strap, holding it deep inside her.
Janet was going out of her mind. He had to use all his strength to hold her still, as he tightened the crotch strap, as the little egg buzzed madly inside her. She was making an incredible noise through the leather hood, none of it sounding at all human. Her head was rising up and slamming down on the bed in a effort to either get free or to bring herself off.
He picked the lead up and tied it up to the bed head, then tied 2 more ropes from her ankle cuffs to the bottom corners of the bed. Deciding it was time for a rest, he sat down at the dressing table away from the madly gyrating woman. Hoping she wouldn’t have a heart attack, he watched her carefully. It went on and on, looking like she’d be on the edge all morning.
Gradually, she quietened down, her movements became less and the noises subsided into moans. He was strongly tempted to let her have the release she so obviously desired, but hell, it was what she wanted. More to the point, it was what he wanted. It was such a beautiful sight, her lying there moaning and writhing around. Now that she’d calmed down a bit, he sat next to her, and began to gently run his hands over her.
He gazed at her smooth body. She was curvaceous, but in a petite way. Her skin was beautiful, pale and as smooth as silk. His hands roamed over her. Turning the little vibrator down gradually, he bent down and applied his lips and tongue to various parts of her. It was such a shame to have cut her hair off and to cover her face with a hood. It seemed necessary though, for her training, and again- it was her fantasy. It was hard to be so rough with her, to do all these things. All he wanted to do was sit and play with her, to gently stroke her hair and kiss her on the forehead. Now she didn’t even have hair!
To have her kneeling next to him, her head resting on his leg- that would be heaven. To just sit together like that and sip on a cold beer, maybe watch some TV. His mind wandered as he stroked her and bent to kiss the nape of her neck. Visions of her dressed in leather straps pulling the cart up the driveway and around the boundary track. Washing dishes with a chain between her neck and the ring in the wall. A pair of steel shackles on her wrists and ankles….
It was going to be beautiful. Damn, it was already beautiful. It was so hard not to slip out of his clothes and just ravish her. To tie her upright with her ankles spread far apart, wrists tied up to the ceiling and take her crotch harness off. He could stand behind her, while she wore the hood and just do what he wanted. She wouldn’t mind and in fact would probably welcome it right now. The way she was moaning and perspiring, she’d be glad of any sort of attention. There was work to be done though- he had a slave to train. She needed to be fed, cared for and exercised.
He turned the egg off, and undid her leash from the bed head. Once he’d freed her legs, he sat her up and took the hood off. She pushed the ball out, which slid down between her breasts, slick with saliva. Leaving the little egg inside her, he walked her out into the dining room and sat her down in a high backed chair. Speechless, and staring, she just sat there, still drenched in perspiration. ‘We’d better give you something to eat Janet’ he said, wondering if she was interested in food right now.
He unlocked her wrist cuffs and produced a length of rope, which he wound artistically around her breasts, tying her to the back of the chair. Round and round the rope went, compressing her breasts and going over her shoulders welding her upper body to the chair. More ropes went around her hips, knees and ankles. The final contribution was to lock her wrists together behind her back and add yet more rope around her upper arms. She looked just scrumptious sitting there. He wiped what skin was left showing with a cool towel, and held her head back to kiss her lips. Another fondle of her lovely body and he went to get a cup of coffee each for them.
‘Oh just one more thing Janet,’ he said. ‘You just wouldn’t look right without this.’
A quick play with her nipples and on went the clamps again, producing a soft moan of pain. He sat back in the other chair, just watching her as he sipped his drink. ‘I guess you need a hand with yours, do you?’ Too dazed to realise he was being smart, she nodded, pulling feebly at the tight ropes. The leather cuffs creaked as she moved her wrists and the clamps bobbed around a little.
He put his cup down and picked hers up- holding it to her lips, enjoying a little tease with the nipple clamps as she sipped it. It was so nice just sharing a simple coffee with her. A few drops slipped out and ran down her, to be licked off her skin by him. Next was some toast, which he fed to her, piece by piece, with the rest of the drink to wash it down.
‘You’re a bit of a messy eater’ he said, chastising her gently. ‘Crumbs all over you.’
‘You look so nice there like that Janet- I could sit here all day and look at you. ‘Perhaps we should have the vibrator on again?’
Her eyes opened and she shook her head from side to side- ‘No please, not again.’
‘Perhaps you’d like to go all the way this time Janet?’ A faint look of hope crossed her face, tempered by the knowledge that she was at his mercy for as long as he wanted. A helpless plaything, with no say in her own destiny.
She took a chance; ‘Yes please’ she whispered in a voice that was a ghost of it’s former self. ‘I’d really like that.’
He turned the little vibrator on low again, and went behind her. As her eyes closed, he slipped the ball back into her mouth and replaced the leather hood. A few minutes were spent caressing her and playing with the nipple clamps, until she was moaning and tossing her head in frustration again. Leaving her to her own devices, he went to find her some clothes, leaving the little egg humming quietly away inside her. Apparently she could sit there all day with that going and not achieve anything more than a degree of frustration.
Chapter 6
About 20 minutes later, he came back in the room, carrying her clothes for the day. A few minutes were spent caressing her, tugging on the nipple clamps, and generally teasing her. He just couldn’t keep his hands off her beautiful body- he was supposed to be a heartless slave owner, not someone on a romantic getaway. Still, no one was perfect- she’d get plenty of rough treatment in time.
The hood was the first to come off- she’d worn that enough today. He wanted to hear her when the clamps came off her nipples. She didn’t scream, but made some pretty good moans all the same. He left the little vibrator on low as he untied her, making sure to tease her tender nipples as the ropes came off. By the time she was free, there was no fight in her at all. He helped her up and into the bathroom, placing her into the bath, which he’d filled with warm water and bubbles.
Locking the stainless steel collar around her neck, he clipped a short chain to it, and locked the other end to the ring above the bath, installed especially for that purpose.
‘You give yourself a good wash Janet’ he said- ‘I’ll sit here and watch. Can you guess why?’
She shook her head and looked questioningly at him. ‘I don’t want you pleasuring yourself, not yet anyway. There will be a time for that later. When it’s time, I want you to have the most mind-blowing orgasm you’ve ever had.’
Under his scrutiny, she tried to relax in the warm water. ‘You take your time now, sweetie- we have all day. Besides, I don’t know about you, but I’m enjoying this very much.’
She marveled at own her silence. Normally a talkative person, she seemed happy to just sit quietly and enjoy the sensations, or to just suffer in silence, as the case may be. There was something so nice about not having to think for herself, like being in a permanent bubble bath. No more worries about work, bills and boyfriends.
Once she was squeaky clean, she leaned back and closed her eyes, oblivious to his gaze. Her mind was drifting, a consequence of the hours of teasing and tight bondage. Her hand went to her left breast, and idly brushed her nipple. It felt so good, every fibre of her body felt alive with arousal. Her lips parted, and her other hand slid down her waist. More strong hands took hold of her wrists, and pulled her from the bath to stand dripping in the water. Her wrists were pulled behind her and locked into a pair of handcuffs. The chain was unlocked from her collar and she was helped out onto a mat, to be dried off with a large towel.
Led unprotesting into the bedroom, she stood with her head bowed, as he helped her into some clothes. It was time to take her for a walk. White lacy panties were pulled up her bare legs, and a short white tennis skirt fitted around her waist. He put a matching halter top around her neck and did it up tight. A pair of her own sneakers completed the outfit. Clipping the lead to her collar, they set off out the door.
With his riding crop handy, to keep her moving and in the right direction, he led her around the grounds. From a distance, it looked just like a couple taking a walk and no one lived close enough to hear any cries of protest. Janet was a reluctant walker- she spent most of her life indoors, working on the computer or watching TV. From being quiet and compliant, she became crabby and full of complaints. After the first few negative comments, he pulled her to her knees on the grass and gagged her. This time she fought like a wildcat.
Screams and shouts issued forth, as he wrestled to get the ball between her teeth. It was as if she’d had a taste for freedom, and the fresh air was giving her strength. He fell awkwardly to his knees behind her, and felt the full force of both fists in his crotch. She struggled to her feet, the gag falling to the ground along with her crumpled captor. Racing across the grass screaming her head off, she made her escape while he just lay there, his world crashing around his ears.
His eyes gradually cleared and getting painfully up to his knees, he saw a pair of blurred figures coming toward him. ‘Geez the police sure got her quickly’ he thought, blinking the tears of pain away. By the time he was on his feet, the figures were clearer- one was his once captive maiden, and the other his neighbour? Oh god, this was getting worse, she was married to one of the local councilors. Noted for her church work and general community spirit. He wasn’t going to jail, he was going to be strung up and crucified!
Something was peculiar- she was holding Janet by the arm- very tightly. So tightly that she couldn’t get free, which she was strenuously trying to do. As they drew closer, he could hear Janet pleading. ‘Let me go you stupid bitch, you’re as crazy as he is!’
He stood open mouthed at the sight- what the hell was going on? Perhaps the blow had affected his brain…
‘Is this yours?’ asked the neighbour, with a wry sort of smile. ‘She’s a hell of a fighter.’
Dumbstruck, he nodded as she took the gag from his fingers. ‘Be a dear and hold her, while I put this in will you? I’m sick of listening to her, frankly.’
He went behind Janet and put a knee into her back, this time, pulling her into a painful arch, with her legs under her. In amazement, he watched as his ‘churchy’ neighbour jammed the ball between her teeth and buckled the straps tighter than he’d ever done.
‘Look what the stupid bitch did to me’ she said, showing him a bruise on her leg. ‘She kicked me!’
He just stared, getting the young lady in question up on her feet again.
Trying to form words, he made about as much sense as Janet was doing, around the gag. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not calling the police,’ said his neighbour. ‘Just so long as you let me play with her sometimes?’
His mouth opened, but nothing intelligible came out. This could not be happening, surely?
She smiled at him- ‘Oh yes I’d like very much to play with her. I’m no lezzie, but I like to play around with girls when I can do you think I have any fun with William?’
An image of her husband popped into his head, which he shook as if trying to get rid of it. ‘Er no, I guess not.’
She placed her hand on his arm- and looked into his eyes. ‘Are you keeping her for good?’
He nodded, blown out by the look of hunger in her eyes. ‘I never knew you collected girls- have you any more?’
He managed a weak smile, ‘No, this is the only one- I think one is enough.’
Diana brushed her hand over Janet’s head. ‘You look lovely shaved like that. It’s a pity I’m not gay really.’
‘What are you doing with her anyway, giving her a tour of the grounds?’ she asked.
By now he was sitting on a handy bench recovering, not taking as much interest in the proceedings as before. ‘Can I take her for a walk?’ asked his accommodating neighbour. ‘You don’t look too good.’
He opened his bag and took out her leather ankle cuffs. Janet was still kneeling, it was no trouble for Diana to strap them to her ankles and lock a light chain between them. With a heave on the lead, she was pulled to her feet, now unable to kick or run away. Without further ado, she was led off across the grass. He watched in awe, the sight of the handcuffed captive, shuffling along at the end of the lead. Diana was taking no nonsense from her- she would follow or fall on her face. By the looks of the way she was pulling her along, that was quite likely too.
As he watched, they disappeared over the rise, the tall figure of Diana still in the lead. By the time they came back, he was feeling better and got up to take them back to the house.
‘How about we take off her ankle chains’ asked Diana, who looked ready for a long hike. ‘I want to take her for a proper walk in the woods. Why don’t you come as well, we could tie her to a tree?’
He bent down and unlocked her chain, leaving the leather cuffs on her ankles. ‘Just be careful she doesn’t get away’ he said, straightening up painfully. ‘Tying her to a tree sounds a great idea.’
They set off, with Diana in the lead, and him in the rear, looking at Janet’s rear in the short skirt from time to time. It was a fair distance to the trees and uphill all the way. Dianne set a cracking pace, keeping the lead tight. Janet was gasping for air by the time they stopped and her owner was almost as bad.
‘You two are so unfit’ said Diana, who was breathing quite normally. ‘I’ll have to take you on a lot more walks and exercise.’
The two of them managed to get their captive maiden tied with her back to a convenient tree. There was enough rope in his bag to tie her ankles, above her knees, her waist and above and below her breasts. The top had been removed before she was pushed against the tree and the cool breeze soon made her nipples hard. Her wrists were still handcuffed- behind the tree this time, and rope between the ankle cuffs held her ankles back either side of the tree butt.
Diana looked hungrily at the helpless female before her. 'I've always wanted to do this to someone tied up' she said, bending to tease her nipples. Her fingers and tongue played around expertly, until Janet started to moan despite herself. For the first time since school, she was being aroused by someone of the same sex. He stood back and watched the two women. Diana was very obviously having a great time, licking, sucking and nibbling as Janet moaned and struggled. Her hands roamed over Janet's helpless body like a kid in a candy shop.
'Can we take her gag off?' she asked, pausing from her ministrations.
He nodded, dumbstruck at the scenario before him. This was a woman who rarely even had a top button undone, yet here she was all over a half naked slave, tied to a tree and still wanting more. This day was just getting better and better. The moans continued, but mostly Janet used her mouth to try and get air. Diana stood looking at her, a hand lingering on her cheek 'How does it feel to be tied up like that and teased?' she asked.
Janet just looked at her- her brain was either unable or unwilling to answer. Her eyes lacked focus and while her mouth moved, nothing that made sense came out of it. Diana held her chin and kissed her on the lips, which brought an involuntary moan from their audience. His own mouth gaped open- the sight of a beautiful bound woman being kissed against her will by his own neighbour was erotic beyond belief. An hour or so ago, he would have believed his 'respectable' neighbour lacked the capacity for anything erotic.
It had been a day to remember so far, at one time his world had been crashing around his ears- with visions of jail terms and public ridicule. Now he was looking at his attractive neighbour teasing and playing with his new slave, while she was tied tightly to a tree. He moved closer to the two women, one of them locked in passionate embrace, the other doing her best to break free and not be turned on. Kneeling in front of Janet, he undid the wrap skirt and pulled it away. Deciding the sacrifice was worth it, he used his pocket knife to cut the waist band of her panties and remove them.
Taking a roll of duct tape from the handy bag, he rolled her panties up and pushed them between her lips. Ripping a long length of tape off, he pulled it between her teeth, pushing her panties in deep, then wrapped it around her head and back around the tree. A few more turns and Janet was well gagged and unable to move her head.
Chapter 7
He took Diana away to whisper some instructions. The sensations were too much for him, and besides he loved his poor captive. To wait a week for release after the teasing she’d endured the past 24 hours was inhuman. The two of them would give her something she’d never forget.
The first requirement was a blindfold- the wrap skirt, once folded did a perfect job, going over her eyes and around her bald head. Working as a team, they were on her. Hands grabbed her, squeezed parts of her naked body, and lips, tongues and teeth assailed her. Her nipples were twisted, nibbled on and teased with the tips of two tongues at once.
It went on and on, until her mind lost track of time. She was sobbing with frustration- to be teased like this, while helpless to resist was the worst kind of torture. If only they would give her the release she craved. She felt fingers slipping inside her, fingers that were wet with saliva that slipped inside her, which had a mind of their own. She tried to thrust against them, to be frustrated yet again, when they were withdrawn, leaving her in an agony of unfulfilled lust.
She felt something warm and hard push against her, then slip inside. Oh god, what a feeling. Her head began to spin as he thrust harder, slamming her cheeks against the tree. She could feel Diana behind her, both hands on her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples, then sliding down to work their magic.
With the combination of hands, lips and teeth teasing her mercilessly, she began to approach the place she’d been seeking for the past day or so. Diana knew just what she was doing to arouse a female body- harder and harder they both went at their respective tasks, until- OH GOD FINALLY!
If anyone had been within a hundred yards, they would have heard the moans and muffled screams as Janet signified her joy. It had never been like this before- to be held in a constant state of pre-orgasmic agony for so long, then to be bound, gagged and blindfolded, while being ravished by a man and a woman.
Suddenly she never wanted to go home again.
At last they were giving her just what she wanted, even to the gentle winding down afterward, which she never wanted to stop.
Her captivity was no longer in question. She was his for keeps.
Janet · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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