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Bound to Serve.
It was Friday.
The tires screamed as I came down the ramp into the basement
garage and quickly parked the GTI. I grabbed my notebook
case from the backseat, then slammed the door and locked it
with the remote control as I hurried into the elevator.
`Thank God it's Friday!' was my thought as the elevator
smoothly rode up to the highest level of the upscale
apartment building. A drink on the couch and maybe a nice
dinner somewhere in town was all I wanted right now. The
week had been hectic enough. And last night had not really
helped.
I entered the apartment and was about to walk right into the
living room when I saw it.
On the little table next to the front door was a pair of
black, elbow length gloves. And a maid's headdress was put
symmetrically on top of them.
My heart sank.
Last night I had drank much too much.
I had spent some days in the Alsace and brought back a
couple of cases of their `Cremant' which they claim is
better than Champagne but cheaper because they do not
overprice their grapes.
So we tried a bottle. And then another one. And some Remy
Martin to wash it down.
And then I had made that stupid bet. And agreed that
whoever lost the bet should be Maid in Bondage for the
weekend.
Self-bondage, to begin with!
And I had lost.
And she had not forgotten!
We met each other some time ago at a party. She's a
blonde but a very smart one, holding down a demanding
job. We dated a few times and went to bed at the third
date. After that we kept on seeing each other frequently
and since a couple of months were sharing an apartment. Then
she started talking about different loving. Just plain old
fucking was getting a bit stale, she said. So we
experimented with bondage and liked it. Then one day I came
home and found her spread-eagled on the bed, gagged and
blindfolded, hands and feet cuffed to the posts. A notice
around her neck said `Darling, fuck me any way you like, but
don't hurt me...'
I started fondling her tits and toyed around with the nipple
clamps she had put on. I fingered her clit and stroked her
pubic hairs into her vagina until she groaned and wriggled
and tried to fuck my fingers.
I stopped and let her cool down a bit and she moaned
and moved her cunt up and down in search of my hand. Then I
fingered her again, this time with my index finger in her
cunt and my thumb to her clit. And when she started to come,
I slid into her and rammed my cock all the way up. She came
in a shuddering orgasm, straining against her bonds and
uttering a long moan that could only have been a scream
against the ball-gag.
Since then we often surprised each other by being discovered
self bound in various ways. Cross-tied to the bed, hog tied
on the couch or (my favourite) suspended from a hook in the
ceiling, toes just touching the floor.
Some weeks later, still in bed on a lazy Sunday morning, she
leaned on an elbow and said: `Today, I am going to dress you
up in my clothes!'
Her hand slid down to my crotch and a considerable erection
immediately built up while she murmured `I think you'll like
it'.
That was the understatement of the year!
I had sometimes been alone in my parent's house during the
high-school summer holidays. One day, while looking for
clean underwear, I found my mothers garter belt, stockings
and bra and could not resist but put them on, together with
her black patent leather high-heeled pumps.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror and covering
most of my face I saw a seductive woman in sexy lingerie. I
was so excited I nearly came by just touching ma's tanga
string that barely covered my erection.
Why I did it I will never know, but one evening when I had
dressed up again in padded bra, garter belt, nylons and high
heels, I tied my ankles, knees and arms with a length of
clothesline and used a narrow leather belt to secure my
wrists behind my back.
There I stood in the middle of the bedroom, about 3 meters
from the bed. I slowly shuffled towards it, very unstable on
my tightly bound high heels. But finally my shins pressed
against the sheets and I deliberately leaned over until I
toppled forward.
I helplessly fell on the bed, bouncing up a little and there
I lay facedown, all dressed in women's underwear and
completely tied up.
The feeling was incredible. Every move I made was
transmitted to my whole body. The rope was like a harness.
It came all the way up from my feet and knees, and then was
knotted around my waist, breast and shoulders. I was
completely at the mercy of ...myself.
The bonds around my ankles and knees made my nylon-clad legs
rub against each other. The garters caressed my butt and the
tanga string bulged with my erection.
I tried to struggle onto the middle of the bed, but the
friction of my penis against the sheets was too much and
before I knew I came in a gushing orgasm.
My muscles spasmed against the bonds and my head and legs
jerked up high, as if I was a fish on a line.
I blessed the fact that I had put a condom on my penis and
a gag in my mouth because I screamed when I came and the
amount of sperm was impressive.
I left school and home and tried to forget about this cross
dressed self-bondage thing as something immature. But it
always remained in my mind, sleeping until someone would
wake it up. And now she had done it.
That Sunday was a memorable day.
For the first time since my teens I was wearing a garter
belt again. Well, to be more precise, a tight, waist
pinching basque that covered most of my breast and stomach
and with six garters to hold up the sheer, black seamed
nylon stockings that ended in sling back pumps with 6
inch heels.
She then handed me two breast-like lumps of a silicon
substance to pad out the bra and a black knitted dress with
a roll collar. Make up and a blonde wig completed the
basics.
After many years I again stood in front of a full-length
mirror. And this time I did not cover my face but smiled and
turned, this way and that.
I looked gorgeous!
When she came in she obviously liked what she saw. I was
her multi-purpose lover, she said, who either could be a man
or a woman. We went down on the couch and started kissing
and fondling each other.
Our nylon-clad legs rubbed against each other, my hand slid
between her legs and her hand encircled my cock and we
quickly went into a frenzy of sucking and fucking. Since
then I had cross-dressed several times under her
supervision. She even gave me some make up lessons and
every time we fucked marvelously like two lesbo-bitches in
heat.
But now it was something else.
I, stupidly, had bet on something silly and had lost.
So now I had to oblige and dress up as a woman, present
myself in self-bondage and then be maid for the weekend. The
gloves and maids cap were proof.
After a stiff drink I reluctantly went into the bedroom and
undressed completely, took a shower, shaved my face and legs
and then went into the spare bedroom where we kept our
`stuff' in a locked drawer.
I started with slipping on a corset she had bought for me.
It was very tight and altered my figure considerably. The
breast-like lumps of silicon substance padded out the bra
rather nicely, I thought as I quickly pulled on the black
seamed stockings and slipped into the 6 Inch pumps with
ankle straps.
Next I held my legs wide apart while I pulled my cock
backwards, until it nearly touched my anus and struggled
into a tight black leather slip that had an open backside
(for emergencies I supposed). The telltale bulge in the
dress was gone.
The next item was a smooth, sleeveless black dress, like a
waitress wears. After I had finished dressing up I sat down
at her makeup table and applied the various substances until
I really looked like a waitress. A blonde wig completed the
preparations. Then I fitted the maids cap to the wig and
finally put on the black elbow length gloves.
In the spare bedroom I put on a leather collar and encircled
my waist with a leather belt. The belt locked into place and
she was the only one that could release it with her key.
Bending over I locked my ankles together with leather cuffs
that were connected by a very short chain.
Then I stood on a little wooden box in the middle of the
room, under a chain that hung from a hook in the ceiling. I
guided it through a ring on the leather collar, then through
a leather strap above my elbows and locked it onto a ring on
the belt around my waist.
I was now very near the point of no return.
After some hesitation I took a ball-gag and put it in my
mouth, loathing the taste of rubber. I checked the length of
the ceiling chain to see if it had sufficient slack and
then, finally I felt behind my back. There were two
handcuffs attached to the belt and I clicked them shut. My
arms were now locked behind my back, my ankles cuffed and my
mouth gagged.
I stepped down from the box and kicked it away. The ceiling
chain pulled the leather strap tight around my elbows,
hitching up my arms until I stood bent slightly forward.
There I stood, completely dressed up, a helplessly cuffed
and gagged woman waiting for her master to arrive. I looked
down and saw my protruding breasts and the noses of my high
heeled shoes. I rubbed my legs together and the feeling of
nylon greatly excited me.
My penis wanted to explode but I had pulled the lot back
between my legs and put a tight leather slip over it. Try as
I would, I could not get any friction that would let me have
an orgasm. So there I stood, waiting. I could not do
anything else.
Time passed slowly and I began to feel uncomfortable in my
bonds. I tried walking forward, but I almost toppled over
and the leather collar around my neck bit hard as the chain
pulled me back.
Finally I heard her come home. She walked around the
apartment, opening doors and doing all kind of things that I
did not understand until she finally `discovered` me.
She frowned as she unhooked me from the ceiling and attached
a leash to my collar. She started walking, dragging me
behind her into the direction of the kitchen.
The short chain between the ankle cuffs only let me take
very small steps so I had to trot rapidly in order not to
fall flat on my face. And it is no joke to run on 6-inch
heels!
We came into the kitchen and she pointed at the breakfast
things we had left there this morning.
`Is this your idea of housekeeping?' she said as she removed
the gag from my mouth.
I was puzzled. This was beside the point because we always
cleaned up together.
`Again, is this your idea of a maids duty?'
I looked at her and said `What on earth are you talking
about?'
`You're the maid for the weekend! Why did you not clean up?'
I shook my head and said `Oh fuck it, stop this stupid
play!'
She snorted `OK, you've asked for it!'
She hauled me back to the spare bedroom and chained me to
the hook in the ceiling again.
Then she stood in front of me and said 'I want you to
apologize for your stupidity, not cleaning up as you should.
Why do you think you're the maid?'
I said `Come on, stop this'
She shook me and hissed `If you don't apologize, I will
punish you severely!'
I thought things had gone far enough so I said `Let's stop
this nonsense and let me get out of this silly dress'.
She slapped my face and said `Apologize!'
I said `No!'
`Last chance!'
`No'
She suddenly stepped up to me and before I knew what was
happening she pushed a gag into my mouth and locked it
behind my head. Then she left the room and slammed the
door.
To my horror I saw that she had used a penis-gag, of at
least 9 inches. I only could make a sound like `MMMM!' that
translates to `NOOO!' but it was too late.
There I stood again. I could only move a couple of steps
around before the ceiling chain became taut and pulled me
back. I looked up and suddenly saw myself in the full-
length mirror.
A blonde woman chained to the ceiling, clad in a tight black
dress, a short chain between her high-heeled ankles and a
penis gag sticking from her mouth. I felt excited and
frightened at the same time.
When she came in again, she wore a red and black push-up bra
that left most of her breasts and nipples uncovered, a red
and black garter belt, black nylons and high-heeled red
pumps. In her hand she held a large strap-on dildo.
She walked slowly towards me until her nipples just touched
my `breasts'. She arched her back somewhat and I felt her
pubic mound rub against my underbelly, slowly and
provocatively. I moaned against the gag and tried to rub
back, but the dress slid over the leather slip and I felt
almost nothing. I nearly cried with frustration.
`You just made a big, big mistake, do you know that?' she
whispered in my ear while she rubbed her tits against me and
her hands were on my buttocks, pressing me against her cunt.
I nodded, hoping that she would relent.
`I do not tolerate insolence from maids'
Again I nodded.
`And I don't tolerate disobedience!'
She kept on rubbing her tits and vagina against me until I
thought that I would burst. Trying to free myself I jerked
at the handcuffs but the steel easily held me back.
`Insolent, disobedient little girls will be punished' she
said, as she slowly moved behind me.
Then, in a lightning movement, she pulled a black mask over
my eyes. I was trapped in the dark, with here and there
pinpricks of light. I tried to protest but I only could moan
against the gag and she said `Shut up!'
I felt her uncuffing my ankles and relaxed a bit. The next
moment she closed some kind of clasp around one ankle and
pulled my other ankle aside until my legs were widely
spread. Then she closed another clasp.
When I tried to put my feet together again I could not. She
had put a spread-bar between them!
`And now the real punishment begins' she said and she pulled
me backwards until I could barely stand against the pull of
the taut ceiling chain.
She lifted the skirt of my dress. I felt her hand between my
buttocks and for one moment she touched my hidden cock.
It was like an electric shock and I moaned, stamped my feet
and wrestled in vain against my handcuffs, but she just
laughed and I felt her finger smearing something cold around
my anus.
Then in one movement she rammed the strap-on dildo into my
asshole. It was so painful I tried to scream but the damned
gag would not let me and her hands slid under my dress and
found my nipples and she was fucking my asshole and pulling
my nipples and I was rocking on my high heels
and screaming against the gag but I did not know
whether it was from pain or from pleasure and
finally I fell forward against the chain and
she unhooked it and I collapsed on the
ground and she turned me on my back and swung
a leg over and slid down on the penis gag
and started fucking my face and she pulled down
the leather slip and my cock jumped up like
a big snake and she started jerking me off
and every time when I nearly came she stopped
until she finally climaxed on the penis gag and
she kept on jerking me off until I came
screaming, fighting against my cuffs and the
spread-bar.
She rose and dropped a key on the floor. `You've
got five minutes to get out of the cuffs and
clean yourself. If you're not in the kitchen in
five minutes, I'll fuck you again, but this time
with the big dildo!'
The door banged shut and I wriggled my sore butt
across the floor to where I had heard the key
fall. After some groping around I found it,
turned flat on my back and finally managed to
insert it in the lock and release my wrists.
Then I took off the humiliating penis gag,
blindfold and spread-bar and staggered to my
high-heeled feet. I brushed down the dress and
pulled up the leather slip. And after moving the
wig back to the correct position, I left the
spare bedroom just after 4 minutes.
When I came into the kitchen she was sitting on
a stool, wearing a red dress. On the bar were 2
tall glasses and a bottle of Champagne.
She smiled at me and came over and kissed me
deeply, our tongues playing with each other.
Then we drank, to `celebrate my defloration'.
`Do you want to change into something else?' she
said.
I shook my head. I was getting used to the feel
of the dress and the nylons.
`No' I said.
She kissed me again.
`You're going to be busy this weekend. Lots of
work to do for a maid' she said as she stroked
my face.
`We'll get some decent breast-forms for you and
then you'll look even better'
I nodded, drank my champagne and thought.
Next time it was her turn to be `found' in
bondage.
I'd better start planning a suitable revenge.
It was Friday.
The tires screamed as I came down the ramp into the basement
garage and quickly parked the GTI. I grabbed my notebook
case from the backseat, then slammed the door and locked it
with the remote control as I hurried into the elevator.
`Thank God it's Friday!' was my thought as the elevator
smoothly rode up to the highest level of the upscale
apartment building. A drink on the couch and maybe a nice
dinner somewhere in town was all I wanted right now. The
week had been hectic enough. And last night had not really
helped.
I entered the apartment and was about to walk right into the
living room when I saw it.
On the little table next to the front door was a pair of
black, elbow length gloves. And a maid's headdress was put
symmetrically on top of them.
My heart sank.
Last night I had drank much too much.
I had spent some days in the Alsace and brought back a
couple of cases of their `Cremant' which they claim is
better than Champagne but cheaper because they do not
overprice their grapes.
So we tried a bottle. And then another one. And some Remy
Martin to wash it down.
And then I had made that stupid bet. And agreed that
whoever lost the bet should be Maid in Bondage for the
weekend.
Self-bondage, to begin with!
And I had lost.
And she had not forgotten!
We met each other some time ago at a party. She's a
blonde but a very smart one, holding down a demanding
job. We dated a few times and went to bed at the third
date. After that we kept on seeing each other frequently
and since a couple of months were sharing an apartment. Then
she started talking about different loving. Just plain old
fucking was getting a bit stale, she said. So we
experimented with bondage and liked it. Then one day I came
home and found her spread-eagled on the bed, gagged and
blindfolded, hands and feet cuffed to the posts. A notice
around her neck said `Darling, fuck me any way you like, but
don't hurt me...'
I started fondling her tits and toyed around with the nipple
clamps she had put on. I fingered her clit and stroked her
pubic hairs into her vagina until she groaned and wriggled
and tried to fuck my fingers.
I stopped and let her cool down a bit and she moaned
and moved her cunt up and down in search of my hand. Then I
fingered her again, this time with my index finger in her
cunt and my thumb to her clit. And when she started to come,
I slid into her and rammed my cock all the way up. She came
in a shuddering orgasm, straining against her bonds and
uttering a long moan that could only have been a scream
against the ball-gag.
Since then we often surprised each other by being discovered
self bound in various ways. Cross-tied to the bed, hog tied
on the couch or (my favourite) suspended from a hook in the
ceiling, toes just touching the floor.
Some weeks later, still in bed on a lazy Sunday morning, she
leaned on an elbow and said: `Today, I am going to dress you
up in my clothes!'
Her hand slid down to my crotch and a considerable erection
immediately built up while she murmured `I think you'll like
it'.
That was the understatement of the year!
I had sometimes been alone in my parent's house during the
high-school summer holidays. One day, while looking for
clean underwear, I found my mothers garter belt, stockings
and bra and could not resist but put them on, together with
her black patent leather high-heeled pumps.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror and covering
most of my face I saw a seductive woman in sexy lingerie. I
was so excited I nearly came by just touching ma's tanga
string that barely covered my erection.
Why I did it I will never know, but one evening when I had
dressed up again in padded bra, garter belt, nylons and high
heels, I tied my ankles, knees and arms with a length of
clothesline and used a narrow leather belt to secure my
wrists behind my back.
There I stood in the middle of the bedroom, about 3 meters
from the bed. I slowly shuffled towards it, very unstable on
my tightly bound high heels. But finally my shins pressed
against the sheets and I deliberately leaned over until I
toppled forward.
I helplessly fell on the bed, bouncing up a little and there
I lay facedown, all dressed in women's underwear and
completely tied up.
The feeling was incredible. Every move I made was
transmitted to my whole body. The rope was like a harness.
It came all the way up from my feet and knees, and then was
knotted around my waist, breast and shoulders. I was
completely at the mercy of ...myself.
The bonds around my ankles and knees made my nylon-clad legs
rub against each other. The garters caressed my butt and the
tanga string bulged with my erection.
I tried to struggle onto the middle of the bed, but the
friction of my penis against the sheets was too much and
before I knew I came in a gushing orgasm.
My muscles spasmed against the bonds and my head and legs
jerked up high, as if I was a fish on a line.
I blessed the fact that I had put a condom on my penis and
a gag in my mouth because I screamed when I came and the
amount of sperm was impressive.
I left school and home and tried to forget about this cross
dressed self-bondage thing as something immature. But it
always remained in my mind, sleeping until someone would
wake it up. And now she had done it.
That Sunday was a memorable day.
For the first time since my teens I was wearing a garter
belt again. Well, to be more precise, a tight, waist
pinching basque that covered most of my breast and stomach
and with six garters to hold up the sheer, black seamed
nylon stockings that ended in sling back pumps with 6
inch heels.
She then handed me two breast-like lumps of a silicon
substance to pad out the bra and a black knitted dress with
a roll collar. Make up and a blonde wig completed the
basics.
After many years I again stood in front of a full-length
mirror. And this time I did not cover my face but smiled and
turned, this way and that.
I looked gorgeous!
When she came in she obviously liked what she saw. I was
her multi-purpose lover, she said, who either could be a man
or a woman. We went down on the couch and started kissing
and fondling each other.
Our nylon-clad legs rubbed against each other, my hand slid
between her legs and her hand encircled my cock and we
quickly went into a frenzy of sucking and fucking. Since
then I had cross-dressed several times under her
supervision. She even gave me some make up lessons and
every time we fucked marvelously like two lesbo-bitches in
heat.
But now it was something else.
I, stupidly, had bet on something silly and had lost.
So now I had to oblige and dress up as a woman, present
myself in self-bondage and then be maid for the weekend. The
gloves and maids cap were proof.
After a stiff drink I reluctantly went into the bedroom and
undressed completely, took a shower, shaved my face and legs
and then went into the spare bedroom where we kept our
`stuff' in a locked drawer.
I started with slipping on a corset she had bought for me.
It was very tight and altered my figure considerably. The
breast-like lumps of silicon substance padded out the bra
rather nicely, I thought as I quickly pulled on the black
seamed stockings and slipped into the 6 Inch pumps with
ankle straps.
Next I held my legs wide apart while I pulled my cock
backwards, until it nearly touched my anus and struggled
into a tight black leather slip that had an open backside
(for emergencies I supposed). The telltale bulge in the
dress was gone.
The next item was a smooth, sleeveless black dress, like a
waitress wears. After I had finished dressing up I sat down
at her makeup table and applied the various substances until
I really looked like a waitress. A blonde wig completed the
preparations. Then I fitted the maids cap to the wig and
finally put on the black elbow length gloves.
In the spare bedroom I put on a leather collar and encircled
my waist with a leather belt. The belt locked into place and
she was the only one that could release it with her key.
Bending over I locked my ankles together with leather cuffs
that were connected by a very short chain.
Then I stood on a little wooden box in the middle of the
room, under a chain that hung from a hook in the ceiling. I
guided it through a ring on the leather collar, then through
a leather strap above my elbows and locked it onto a ring on
the belt around my waist.
I was now very near the point of no return.
After some hesitation I took a ball-gag and put it in my
mouth, loathing the taste of rubber. I checked the length of
the ceiling chain to see if it had sufficient slack and
then, finally I felt behind my back. There were two
handcuffs attached to the belt and I clicked them shut. My
arms were now locked behind my back, my ankles cuffed and my
mouth gagged.
I stepped down from the box and kicked it away. The ceiling
chain pulled the leather strap tight around my elbows,
hitching up my arms until I stood bent slightly forward.
There I stood, completely dressed up, a helplessly cuffed
and gagged woman waiting for her master to arrive. I looked
down and saw my protruding breasts and the noses of my high
heeled shoes. I rubbed my legs together and the feeling of
nylon greatly excited me.
My penis wanted to explode but I had pulled the lot back
between my legs and put a tight leather slip over it. Try as
I would, I could not get any friction that would let me have
an orgasm. So there I stood, waiting. I could not do
anything else.
Time passed slowly and I began to feel uncomfortable in my
bonds. I tried walking forward, but I almost toppled over
and the leather collar around my neck bit hard as the chain
pulled me back.
Finally I heard her come home. She walked around the
apartment, opening doors and doing all kind of things that I
did not understand until she finally `discovered` me.
She frowned as she unhooked me from the ceiling and attached
a leash to my collar. She started walking, dragging me
behind her into the direction of the kitchen.
The short chain between the ankle cuffs only let me take
very small steps so I had to trot rapidly in order not to
fall flat on my face. And it is no joke to run on 6-inch
heels!
We came into the kitchen and she pointed at the breakfast
things we had left there this morning.
`Is this your idea of housekeeping?' she said as she removed
the gag from my mouth.
I was puzzled. This was beside the point because we always
cleaned up together.
`Again, is this your idea of a maids duty?'
I looked at her and said `What on earth are you talking
about?'
`You're the maid for the weekend! Why did you not clean up?'
I shook my head and said `Oh fuck it, stop this stupid
play!'
She snorted `OK, you've asked for it!'
She hauled me back to the spare bedroom and chained me to
the hook in the ceiling again.
Then she stood in front of me and said 'I want you to
apologize for your stupidity, not cleaning up as you should.
Why do you think you're the maid?'
I said `Come on, stop this'
She shook me and hissed `If you don't apologize, I will
punish you severely!'
I thought things had gone far enough so I said `Let's stop
this nonsense and let me get out of this silly dress'.
She slapped my face and said `Apologize!'
I said `No!'
`Last chance!'
`No'
She suddenly stepped up to me and before I knew what was
happening she pushed a gag into my mouth and locked it
behind my head. Then she left the room and slammed the
door.
To my horror I saw that she had used a penis-gag, of at
least 9 inches. I only could make a sound like `MMMM!' that
translates to `NOOO!' but it was too late.
There I stood again. I could only move a couple of steps
around before the ceiling chain became taut and pulled me
back. I looked up and suddenly saw myself in the full-
length mirror.
A blonde woman chained to the ceiling, clad in a tight black
dress, a short chain between her high-heeled ankles and a
penis gag sticking from her mouth. I felt excited and
frightened at the same time.
When she came in again, she wore a red and black push-up bra
that left most of her breasts and nipples uncovered, a red
and black garter belt, black nylons and high-heeled red
pumps. In her hand she held a large strap-on dildo.
She walked slowly towards me until her nipples just touched
my `breasts'. She arched her back somewhat and I felt her
pubic mound rub against my underbelly, slowly and
provocatively. I moaned against the gag and tried to rub
back, but the dress slid over the leather slip and I felt
almost nothing. I nearly cried with frustration.
`You just made a big, big mistake, do you know that?' she
whispered in my ear while she rubbed her tits against me and
her hands were on my buttocks, pressing me against her cunt.
I nodded, hoping that she would relent.
`I do not tolerate insolence from maids'
Again I nodded.
`And I don't tolerate disobedience!'
She kept on rubbing her tits and vagina against me until I
thought that I would burst. Trying to free myself I jerked
at the handcuffs but the steel easily held me back.
`Insolent, disobedient little girls will be punished' she
said, as she slowly moved behind me.
Then, in a lightning movement, she pulled a black mask over
my eyes. I was trapped in the dark, with here and there
pinpricks of light. I tried to protest but I only could moan
against the gag and she said `Shut up!'
I felt her uncuffing my ankles and relaxed a bit. The next
moment she closed some kind of clasp around one ankle and
pulled my other ankle aside until my legs were widely
spread. Then she closed another clasp.
When I tried to put my feet together again I could not. She
had put a spread-bar between them!
`And now the real punishment begins' she said and she pulled
me backwards until I could barely stand against the pull of
the taut ceiling chain.
She lifted the skirt of my dress. I felt her hand between my
buttocks and for one moment she touched my hidden cock.
It was like an electric shock and I moaned, stamped my feet
and wrestled in vain against my handcuffs, but she just
laughed and I felt her finger smearing something cold around
my anus.
Then in one movement she rammed the strap-on dildo into my
asshole. It was so painful I tried to scream but the damned
gag would not let me and her hands slid under my dress and
found my nipples and she was fucking my asshole and pulling
my nipples and I was rocking on my high heels
and screaming against the gag but I did not know
whether it was from pain or from pleasure and
finally I fell forward against the chain and
she unhooked it and I collapsed on the
ground and she turned me on my back and swung
a leg over and slid down on the penis gag
and started fucking my face and she pulled down
the leather slip and my cock jumped up like
a big snake and she started jerking me off
and every time when I nearly came she stopped
until she finally climaxed on the penis gag and
she kept on jerking me off until I came
screaming, fighting against my cuffs and the
spread-bar.
She rose and dropped a key on the floor. `You've
got five minutes to get out of the cuffs and
clean yourself. If you're not in the kitchen in
five minutes, I'll fuck you again, but this time
with the big dildo!'
The door banged shut and I wriggled my sore butt
across the floor to where I had heard the key
fall. After some groping around I found it,
turned flat on my back and finally managed to
insert it in the lock and release my wrists.
Then I took off the humiliating penis gag,
blindfold and spread-bar and staggered to my
high-heeled feet. I brushed down the dress and
pulled up the leather slip. And after moving the
wig back to the correct position, I left the
spare bedroom just after 4 minutes.
When I came into the kitchen she was sitting on
a stool, wearing a red dress. On the bar were 2
tall glasses and a bottle of Champagne.
She smiled at me and came over and kissed me
deeply, our tongues playing with each other.
Then we drank, to `celebrate my defloration'.
`Do you want to change into something else?' she
said.
I shook my head. I was getting used to the feel
of the dress and the nylons.
`No' I said.
She kissed me again.
`You're going to be busy this weekend. Lots of
work to do for a maid' she said as she stroked
my face.
`We'll get some decent breast-forms for you and
then you'll look even better'
I nodded, drank my champagne and thought.
Next time it was her turn to be `found' in
bondage.
I'd better start planning a suitable revenge.
