Leather Bound Slave · Part 2 (2/2)
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ked on with a small padlock, and soon my ankles similarly displayed the same type of leather restraints as my wrists. Again more padlocks were applied as well as the one on my collar, I was now locked in by Sue and Clair, and though I should have objected to being treated and dressed by them this way, I found that I was quietly accepting what they were doing to me.
My mind was zoned out in some sort of bondage haze; I shouldn’t be enjoying this, I should have stopped them from doing this to me, but the more that they dressed and then applied bondage to me, the more I seemed to accept whatever they wanted to do with me. My thoughts were brought into focus when Sue applied a leash to my collar and then made me walk out into the store, the see in a better light she had said. I was then led around the store, dressed as I was and bound for anyone to see; when I did start to object when other people walked in, Clair brought over a ball-gag to keep me quiet.
Sue showed me various items that she thought that I would like, and some that she had bought for herself, including some battery-operated toys, of which she told me how much she enjoyed using them or having them used on her. There were a few more customers in the store by now; I felt deeply embarrassed to be dressed like this in front of them, though they didn’t seem to take too much notice of me, as if they expected to see a scantily clad female walking around the store bound and gagged. One couple even came up to admire what I was wearing, telling Sue that her slave looked really nice dressed the way she was, assuming that I belonged to Sue.
And the thought of that gave me an incredible sensation throughout my body, not an orgasm as such but something that felt nice. Could I be Sue’s slave, the thought of that before today would have repelled and revulsed me, I have never thought of having sex with another woman, but here I was bound and dressed like a slave, having some sort of feelings for both Sue and Clair. I wondered what I had turned in to, my world seemed to have changed the moment I stepped foot inside the store, or had I had along repressed desire to be somebody’s slave.
At some point, I was still lost deep in thought and sexual bondage haze; Clair returned; she had just sold the same couple the outfit that I was wearing and had come up with an idea, which she shared with Sue. I heard a little chuckle between the two of them and had a feeling that this did not bode well for this little bondage bunny. Clair then placed a matching red leather blindfold over my eyes; bound as I was I could do nothing to stop her. I wondered what they would do to me next.
I didn’t have to wait long as I felt gentle hands guiding me to wherever it was that they wanted me, I felt both of their hands holding me and was lifted off of my feet onto a small platform. I was then guided backwards until I felt something hit my back; it turned out that it was a pole. While one person steadied me, the other began running either ropes or straps, I couldn’t tell as I was blindfolded, and they began to fasten me to the pole behind me. Several more straps or ropes went around my body until I was firmly tied to the pole and couldn’t get myself free.
Then a quick adjustment to make me look more presentable, I guessed, and then I was left on my own. I still could not see with the blindfold covering my eyes, I couldn’t say anything to object to what they had done to me with the gag firmly in place, and the bondage that they had put me into made sure that I could barely move. I was now their captive plaything to do whatever they wanted to do with me it seemed. I would have to hope that they knew what they were doing with me.
Both Sue and Clair stood back to admire their handiwork, the new display dummy looked great on the stand, and they took several pictures of me, which they showed me later. I was left there for some time as more customers came into the store, they all made comments about the new display, and some even wanted to buy the model wearing it. I wondered if Clair and Sue would have sold me given the chance, all this talk of me being someone’s slave-girl got my juices going, and I hoped that the people looking at me didn’t notice.
Sue eventually returned to where she had placed me, I heard a noise and wondered what it was, and then I felt it as Sue applied it to my sex, right on the very spot that I needed, and she worked on bringing me to a long-overdue climax, though she managed to tease me several times beforehand by withdrawing the sex-toy. Eventually I was allowed to orgasm, and my body tensed up with the overwhelming pleasure, my cries of joy muffled by the ball-gag as I shook in my bondage, the tight restraints holding me firmly against the pole, making my orgasm last much longer.
It was only just after the major shocks of my climax had passed did the customers in the store who had gathered around to watch the show start to applaud, I hadn’t realized that the store was still open and that a crowd had gathered to enjoy Sue playing with the display model. I think my entire body again went the same color as the outfit I currently wore. Luckily I couldn’t see just who was watching me, and hopefully with the gag and blindfold they would not recognize me either.
I was left bound to the pole as I recovered my strength, the aftershocks of my overwhelming orgasm still currently running through me. The store eventually emptied of the last customers and I was taken down from the stand. Taking the blindfold off, I could see both Clair and Sue grinning at me, asking me if I had enjoyed my shopping trip. I could only nod sheepishly, I had indeed enjoyed what they had done to me, though I would never have agreed to it happening. I realized that by forcing me to be their bondage display, I got to experience something that I would never in a million years have ever dreamed of doing myself.
They were both wary of taking my gag off, but Clair said that because I was a good sport that I could have what I was wearing for free and that she would throw in some toys as well. Once I was able to get my mouth to work, and had been given something to drink by Sue, I thanked them both for what they had done to me. I said that I would never have thought of doing what they had to me, and at times wondered if I would have been sold, the thought of being someone's slave turned me on, I found the whole thing was more than I could have ever wanted.
Sue said that it was time to go home and reached up to start removing the collar that I was wearing, but I stopped her.
“Please leave me bound like this, and I want you to deliver me home dressed just like this, with the gag and blindfold back in place, as a gift to my husband,” I asked them both.
“You’re sure?” Sue asked.
“Yes, I don’t want to take this outfit off just yet. I feel like a slave girl who needs to be kept bound and restrained, sold to her master.” I replied, my fantasies coming out in me.
“Slavegirl, sure no problem,” said Clair, “Just need to add a couple of things, and you’ll be ready for sale to your new master.”
I stood there as Sue continued to hold the leash attached to my collar. I felt very submissive to these two women at this moment, and if they’d asked me to do anything, I thought that I would have gone along with whatever they wanted. My mind lost to being a slave; I wondered if I could be sold to James, who would then sell me on to others when he tired of me. I seemed to have changed completely at the hands of these two women, once meek and mild to wanton slave, who had I become, was this the real me.
Clair returned with some chains in her hands, “Can’t be a slave without chains,” She said, and then started to unfasten the lock that bound my ankles together, adding the chain and shortening it so I could only take small steps. Bringing up the rest of the chain, she fastened this to another that went between my wrists and then up to the collar around my neck.
“There, that’s more like a slave-girl, all chained and bound.” Clair said. “You best re-gag her Sue, after all, slaves are not allowed to talk.”
Sue then placed the ballgag back in my mouth and fastened the straps behind my head, grabbing hold of my leash, she forced me to start walking towards the door of the shop and out into the street. Clair stopped the two of us, “Sorry forgot to add this,” she said as she placed a ‘sold’ sticker on my breast, “and here’s the receipt should you wish to return the goods.”
Clair accompanied us outside and helped me get into the passenger seat of Sue’s car, fastening the seat-belt around me, she made sure that it was pulled nice and tight. My hands were trapped underneath, and I couldn’t stop her from leaning in and kissing me passionately on my gagged mouth.
“You’ve been fun to play with today, I hope that you return soon, so we can have some more fun.” Clair said, “Just like Sue over there.” And I knew at that point who Sue was referring to when she mentioned her bondage partner. Sue then started the car and drove off with me as the slave off to be delivered to her master.
We arrived at my home; I had remained gagged and bound the entire trip; Sue had spoken about how much she had enjoyed playing with me this afternoon and hoped that I had as well, to which I nodded in agreement. Opening the car door, she helped me stand.
“Are you ready, slave?” she asked me.
I could only nod my approval, still bound as I was, the collar allowing only minimal movement of my head.
“Blindfold?” Sue asked, to which I again nodded.
Now blind, I was walked from the car up the path to my home; I didn’t know nor care if the neighbors could see me at this moment dressed and bound like I was, I knew that I would be the talk of the neighborhood.
With each step I took, I felt more like a slave that I had become, the clink of the chains as I walked, the restricted movement caused by the short-chain between my ankle restraints, and the ever-tight presence of the corset around my body. With Sue gently tugging on the leash attached to my collar, I could only follow blindly behind her, a slave being delivered to her owner.
I wondered what my husband would make of seeing me like this, would he be shocked, or would he love having this slave for him to use as he so wished? I will find out soon. The trip along the path seemed to take forever; without my sense of sight, I couldn’t judge how far it was, and with my shortened gait, I could only take small steps. But eventually, we arrived, and Sue rang the doorbell.
“I don’t know if I should leave you here like this and leave or wait until James, your master arrives.” Sue teased me.
I heard the door open and a gasp of surprise from my husband, now my master in my mind. “When you said that you’d have a surprise for me, I didn’t expect this!” he said.
Sue then spoke, “Here is the slavegirl that you ordered; she is yours now to do with as you wish, please make good use of her.”
James said, catching on to what Sue had said, “Well, thank you Sue for delivering this slave to me, I hope that she didn’t give you any trouble?”
“No trouble, she seemed very willing to become your slave, and she has been broken in this afternoon to accept whatever you want to do to her,” Sue replied. “If she ever gives you any sign of disobedience, please feel free to call me, and I will come over to discipline her.”
The thought of Sue disciplining me sent wicked thoughts through my mind, and I wondered what she would do to me. And did I want to find out?
“Very good Sue, and again thank you for making my slavegirl; as arranged I have made payment for her to your account, I look forward to using my slave and getting you to continue her training in the future.” James said.
Hearing this I began to wonder was this all set up? Was I really now a slave to my master, to be used by him and others? It certainly sounded that way; maybe they had been planning this all along. Although I didn’t mind in one way, I was happiest when bound, and being kept as my master’s bound sex slave did fulfill some of my secret fantasies. Only time would tell.
Sue then handed over the leash attached to my collar, and I felt myself being pulled along inside our, or should I say, my master’s home. I was a happy little slave-girl eager to serve and please him, and I wondered if I would get to play with Sue and Clair again someday. As the door closed behind me I felt my old life closed with it. I wanted to be his slave from now on and serve him as he wished. That happened shortly after as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me to my knees and the gag pulled from my mouth, with my master’s first command. “Please me slave, show me that you were worth the money.” My head was pulled towards his crotch…
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