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Subject: The Game 2 Chapter 1 (FFFm Bondage) Repost
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The Game II

By JW

CHAPTER 1

The door of the cell opened slowly. Beneath the full latex hood which
covered his head Michael blushed deeply. As he knelt on the soft
carpet, naked, chained, and at the mercy of the unknown woman entering
the room, the knowledge that he himself had locked the shackles about
his own wrists and ankles made the humiliation complete. The woman who
walked into the room was young maybe 21 or 22 and with short red hair,
he had seen her face in the party but now she looked very different.
The elegant black cocktail dress and court shoes were replaced with
thigh high stiletto boots, tight black leather shorts and a studded
leather bra. In place of the elegant sequinned  bag she had at the
party she held in her hands a short many stranded whip. Michael’s
erection which had been subsiding sprang full erect. They stared at
each other for a few moments, both man and woman breathing hard.
Moving forward and squatting down in front of him she ran her gloved
hand along the inside of his leg, Michael gasped as she slowly drew it
back along the length of his shaft and then pulled back his foreskin.

"You're mine" She whispered.

The game had started a week earlier at a party Michael had attended.
The couple who gave the party were the publishers of one of the less
sleazy fetish magazines on the market. Quite by chance he had met the
husband David at a business convention and had exchanged business
cards. They struck up a conversation and Michael admitted that he was
an occasional buyer of his magazine.

"Your one of us then" said David.

"Hardly" Replied Michael "None of my girlfriends have been into the
scene, and none have been that willing to indulge me."

The conversation strayed back onto more mundane subjects, but before
it ended Michael had an invitation to a cocktail party at their house.
"Don’t worry" David said as they parted "The dress code is strictly
normal, most of our friends are very conventional"

Michael arrived late at the house and found the party in full swing.
While he was he was chatting with people he played a game with himself
trying to identify those people who were into the scene and those who
were not. With the exception of the odd one or two who were of a more
bizarre appearance, Michael found it impossible to tell.

Every thing was quite normal until near the end of the evening he
found himself in a corner with Ruth, David’s wife.

"David tells me that you share our interests" She said in a low voice.

Michael blushed. He explained again his situation.

"If you are interested" she said "I could arrange a little
introduction to the scene for you. Not with David and myself I might
add. We are strictly monogamous these days"

Michael was so shocked by what Ruth had just said, he could say
nothing.

"I do have some girlfriends though who are into this sort of thing.
They are always looking for new converts to play their games. If you
like" She said "I’ll give one of them your name. They are very
responsible and safe, but quite pervy." 

A stuttered "Yes….please…. errr… thank you" was all that Michael could
reply

"Good I’ll give her you name and address then. I must admit I do get a
terrific buzz out of arranging these sorts of things."

As she walked back into the centre of the room she turned smiling and
said

"So nice to have met you Michael"

The party finally ended and Michael returned home. For the next two
days his mind was completely preoccupied with his short conversation
with Ruth. Each time the telephone rang his heart raced. The suspense
was finally broken on the Wednesday morning when a hand written letter
landed on his door mat. With fevered excitement Michael tore open the
envelop, inside was a short letter and attached to it a key.

Dear Michael

Ruth spoke to me after the party and I understand that you want to
take part in a game. I was at the party but unfortunately we did not
get a chance to talk to each other. Though maybe that is for the best
as it can some times inhibit the role play. The key I have enclosed
with the letter if for the front door of my house, the address is at
the top of the letter. Arrive at the house at 8pm this Saturday and
use the key to let yourself in. There will be instructions for what to
do next in an envelope stuck to the hall mirror. I do need to know by
Saturday your waist measurement taken from just above the pelvis,
could you post it to me please?

I look forward to meeting you

Kay

P.S. The game we will play involves acting out a fantasy. It is not
real life, but if you are to fully experience it you must be prepare
to let go of yourself.

The remainder of the week took an age to pass but finally Saturday
night came and Michael drove to the address on the letter. It was one
of the rougher parts of the city but considered quite trendy by those
people who lived there. The street in which he parked was lined with
large Victorian houses most of which had seen better days. The house
in question was at the end of a small cul-de-sac and seemed isolated
from the rest of the street. Taking the key out of his pocket Michael
walked up the path towards the front door. The only light he could see
was the hall light shining through the stained glass of the door.
Taking a deep breath he turned the key in the lock. "At least this is
the right house" thought Michael as he stepped into the hall. The
space was large and furnished with oak tables and chairs which matched
the period of the house perfectly. By the door was  a large table with
a mirror behind it and attached to the mirror by tape was an envelope
with Michael’s name on it. He took the envelope and opened it, the
message inside read:

Dear Michael

In the game that you are about to play we make the rules. Our first
rule is that you will follow every instruction we give you without
question or hesitation. If you fail in any way to carry out our orders
we will punish you in what ever way we feel appropriate. For the
duration of the game you will submit yourself totally to those who
command you. We will allow you to stop the game at any time by saying
the safe word "Green", but once the game has been stopped it can not
be restarted. If you can not accept then rules then you should leave
now. The main part of the game will commence at 10pm.

My first order is for you to strip, place your clothes in the basket
by the mirror and take the stairs to the basement, you will find more
instructions there.

The letter was signed with a single "K".

For all of his adult life Michael had fantasised about just such an
encounter but now it was really happening he didn't know if he could
go through with it. He looked at his watch, it was 10 minutes past
eight, his hand was trembling. For what seemed an eternity Michael
stood in the hall as fear and desire fought for control of his body.
More than once he started towards the front door, but each time
something held him back from leaving. Finally he took off his coat and
started to unbutton his shirt.

The basement consisted of a long corridor with several doors along its
length. The nearer doors were closed, but the farthest door was ajar
and light from the room beyond spilled into the corridor. Next to the
door was a small table with a Victorian wash basin and water jug.
Conscious of his nakedness and terrified that someone would see him he
walked up the passage towards the door. The floor was covered in a
thick grey carpet which absorbed all sound. Reaching the door he saw
another envelope pinned to it. He opened it and read the letter.

Congratulations Michael 

Not everyone who has entered this house has passed the first test. The
room that you are standing by will become your cell. In the cell is a
"present" for you but before we will let you open your gift we first
require that you wash yourself with the soap and water we have
provided. Once you are clean you will enter your cell making sure that
you close the door behind you. You should be aware that the door when
closed cannot be opened from the inside. 

Once you have locked yourself in the cell you may then open your
present. Inside the box are instructions for what to do next, be sure
that you follow then exactly and in the order specified.

From now on we forbid you from touching yourself sexually or giving
yourself pleasure in any way.

K.

Standing in the corridor he sponged his body with the soap and water
from the jug. The water in the jug was tepid and Michael started to
shiver despite the warmth of the corridor. He did not know if this was
due to the coolness of the water or the mounting excitement that he
was feeling. When he had finished washing himself, he towelled himself
dry. He entered the cell. It was not large and immediately his eye was
drawn to the St Andrew's cross fixed to the opposite wall. It was
larger than a man and made from thick heavy timber with strong leather
and steel shackles attached to the extremities. Next to it, hanging
from a hook in the wall, was an evil looking long black leather whip.
Michael felt a hot flush on his face and his hand involuntarily moved
to stroke his erect member. Without thinking his other hand reached
for the door and swung it closed. The click of the lock brought
Michael abruptly out of his trance. For a moment panic seized him, he
swung around his hands desperately trying to find a door handle that
was not there. Gradually the panic subsided. He looked at his image in
the mirror that was fixed to the back of the door. He realised that
there could be no turning back now. He was now committed to playing
the game.

The room had only one other piece of furniture a comfortable leather
armchair placed in the corner near the door. Michael smiled to himself
thinking that it was very unlikely that the chair had been placed
there for his comfort. 

In the centre of the room was his "present". It was a large box
brightly wrapped with paper and tied with a large silver ribbon, above
it hanging from the ceiling and ending about three feet from the floor
was a heavy chain with an open padlock at the end. He knelt in front
of the box, with trembling hands untied the bow and lifted off the lid
of the box.

The inside of the box was packed with white tissue paper and on top
was a another envelope this time there was no name written on it. He
packed it up and opened the letter.



Slave

That is what you now are. You have given yourself freely to us and in
return we will abuse, humiliate, and if we so desire, rape you. You
will remain our slave  until dawn tomorrow and which point we will
return your dignity. Until then your only escape is to use your safe
word, but be warned if you use this word the game will end immediately
and we will not allow you to take part again.

You will now open your "present". In the box is a hood, slave collar,
and steel restraints, when you have unpacked them you will place the
packing materials and this letter out of the way behind the armchair. 

You will then in the following order:

1. Place the hood over you head, there are holes for eyes, nose, and
mouth.
2. Buckle the slave collar around your neck ensuring that it is close
fit.
3. Fix the belt of the harness around you waist.
4. You will then pull the smaller belt between your legs and attach
the free end to the front of the waist belt.
5. You will lock your ankles into the leg irons.
6. Your will take the chain hanging from the ceiling and lock it to
your slave collar.
7. Finally you will place you hands behind your back and lock the hand
cuffs about them.

You will wait on our pleasure.

K.

He had to read the letter several times, his mind refusing to
comprehend the words on the page. This was his darkest fantasy come to
life. He was about to throw away every rational ideal that he held
sacred to become the plaything of a complete stranger who in turn
would repay that trust by humiliating and abusing him. But this was
his fantasy and Michael new he had no option but to continue with it.

Removing the first layer of tissue paper he found a black latex hood
which he took out and placed on the floor beside him. Beneath several
more layers was the slave collar which was made of heavy black leather
and fitted with a number of D-rings. As he lifted it out his hand felt
something hard and heavy under the final layers of tissue. With
trepidation he removed the last of the packing.

The final item in the box was a stainless steel harness of great
complexity. The device consisted of a wide steel belt designed to go
around the waist. The belt was made up of many small steel plates
hinged together, a lining of soft leather prevented skin from being
caught in the multitude of joints. Attached to the middle of the belt
was a much thinner strap (but of the same construction) which was
designed to pass between the legs. Just above the where this strap
joined the waist belt and attached to the belt by a steel staple were
a pair of heavy gauge handcuffs. At one end of the waist belt there
was a rectangular steel plate with slots designed to take the opposite
end of the belt and the central strap. There was no release catch on
the plate, but in the centre was a small keyhole. Michael knew that
once he had locked the belt about himself only the person who
possessed the key would be able to remove it. But this was not all,
one third of the way down the middle strap was fixed a large anal plug
and further along still the strap was replaced by a metal ring
designed to pass over and encircle the scrotum. Attached to the anal
plug by a flexible joint was a four inch steel rod which itself was
attached by another joint to the middle of an eighteen inch spreader
bar. At either end of the bar were leather lined steel cuffs. When
locked into place the person would be forced into a kneeling position
the spreader bar forcing their knees and ankles apart. The short rod
connecting the spreader bar to the harness would prevent the captive
from relaxing in that position. While the flexible links would allow
some movement, any movement made would cause the plug to move inside
of the captive, a constant and humiliating reminder of the slaves
predicament.

As instructed he gathered up the tissue paper and place them together
with the letter and ribbon into the box. He placed it out of sight
behind the armchair. Returning to the centre of the room he picked up
the latex hood. With some difficulty Michael pulled the mask over his
head and adjusted it so that he could see out of the eye holes.
Looking at himself in the mirror he was shocked by the transformation
it made. At a stroke he was no longer a person. The eyes, nose, and
mouth were visible through the holes in the hood but the humanity was
gone. The slave collar was wide and difficult to buckle but after
several tries he managed to fit it correctly. The addition of the
salve collar only added to his loss of dignity. All that remained now
was the harness. 

Kneeling down again, he picked up the harness and placed it around his
waist. He now new why she had wanted his waist measurement, the belt
was a perfect fit. There was an audible click as the other end of the
belt snapped into the front plate. Michael pulled the belt but it was
locked firmly into place, nor could he slip the belt over his hips,
the fit was indeed perfect. Reaching between his legs he grabbed the
middle strap with his other hand he guided the anal pug to its
destination. The pug was smeared with Vaseline and after a few seconds
Michael felt the strange sensation as it slipped into him. Bring the
strap further round he threaded his penis and scrotum through the
steel ring. Finally he inserted the free end of the strap into the
slot in the front plate and heard the click as it locked into place.
Adjusting his position he palace one of the steel cuff about his
ankle. The workmanship of the leg restraint was exquisite, the locking
mechanism and hinge were contained within the thick stainless steel
band which encircled the ankle. The cuff itself was attached to the
spreader bar by a ball joint, thus allowing some lateral movement of
the feet while keeping them spread apart. The lock was stiff and the
position awkward, it was several seconds  before Michael heard the
"click" of it closing about him. As he positioned himself to lock the
second cuff about his other ankle he felt the plug move within him
sending strange sensations through his body as it caressed him. 

With the other ankle locked in place he looked at himself in he
mirror, a wave of humiliation washed over him as the naked faceless
slave looked back but he also felt a strange sexual trill which
continued to grow. Transfixed by is own image he reached behind his
head and by touch alone found the chain and locked it to a D-ring in
the collar. There was one thing left to do. With his body trembling
uncontrollably as a result of the heady emotions that were in control
of him, he brought his arms down and behind his back. He let out a low
moan as he locked the cold steel bracelets about his wrists. His head
slumped forward but was caught by the chain attached to the ceiling.
In response he tried to rise off his knees but the harness only
allowed a few inches of movement. He felt the dildo move inside of him
and was overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to masturbate but has hand
were now securely locked behind him. He struggled for several minutes
as his emotions raced out of control. Alternating between rage and
sobbing he fought his bonds until exhaustion forced him to stop.

Finally a calmness came over him, he had entered into this game
freely, he would see it through. Adjusting his position to one more
comfortable he waited.

Kneeling alone in the cell Michael lost all sense of time, the absence
of any external stimulus made it impossible for him to track the
minutes as they slipped by. His brain told him that he had at most an
hour to wait before…., before what?. As he was pondering this thought
he heard the sound of movement upstairs. The calmness he had felt
evaporated, his body once again began to shake. Wild thoughts raced
about his mind. What if this had been a cruel practical joke and he
had some how been tricked into entering an unsuspecting family’s home.
He wanted to cry, he had never felt so helpless terrified and out of
control before in his life. He raised his eyes from the floor, the
slave in the mirror stared back. For a moment he looked at himself in
abject despair, then he saw the black beams of the St Andrews cross
behind him and he let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of terror that
he might be the victim of a cruel practical joke left him, whoever
owned this house was very much a part of this game. His feelings of
utter helplessness and venerability would not disappear so easily, he
still had no idea what was to happen to him. He stared at the door
expecting every second for it to open, but nothing.  Another age
passed as Michael waited for what ever was to happen to him, and then
without warning he heard the sound of a key in his cell door
 
The door of the cell opened slowly. Beneath the latex hood Michael
blushed deeply. As he knelt on the soft carpet, naked, chained, and at
the mercy of the unknown woman entering the room, the knowledge that
he himself had locked the shackles about his own wrists and ankles
made the humiliation complete. The woman who walked into the room was
young, maybe 21 or 22, and with short red hair. He had seen her face
in the party but now she looked very different. The elegant black
cocktail dress and court shoes were replaced with thigh high stiletto
boots, tight black leather shorts and a studded leather bra. In place
of the elegant sequinned  bag she had at the party she held in her
hands a short many stranded whip. Michael’s erection which had been
subsiding sprang full erect. Michael could hardly control himself, his
mind was awash with so many  powerful and conflicting emotions. They
stared at each other for a few moments, both man and woman breathing
hard. Moving forward and squatting down in front of him she ran her
gloved hand along the inside of his leg, Michael gasped as she slowly
drew it back along the length of his shaft and then pulled back his
foreskin.

"You're mine" She whispered.

As she continued to stroke Michael’s penis he tried to move his body
in time with her hand. She gave him a cruel smile but did not stop.
His breathe came in short gasps.

"Please." He whispered.

She immediately stopped and glared at him. "I did not give you
permission to speak. You will be punished for this." She laughed "But
I am glad your not he strong silent type, we like to hear our slaves
beg a little" She stood up and started to walk around him. 

"My friends upstairs are impatient to meet you. But before I take you
to them I think that we should get to know each other first." Michael
felt a tug on the chain attached to his slave collar, a click as the
padlock was opened, and then freedom. She walked back into his line of
vision. She stood just in front of the cell door her legs apart, in
one hand she held the whip, the other stroked the inside of her thigh.
Looking up at her he felt he would explode with desire. 

"My name is Wanda, you will address me as Mistress"

"Yes Mistress" Michael whispered.

"Now kiss my feet slave"

Michael crawled forward on his knees, for a moment he gazed up at his
Venus in black leather and then bent down. He lightly kissed the toe
of her boot and then again and again, he was kissing every part of the
foot with a passion he had rarely experienced. Above him he heard
Wanda laugh.

"This is too good to waste".

The foot was removed. With his head still bowed to the floor Michael
saw Wanda walk over to the armchair and pick up a braided leather dog
lead and a thin riding crop. Turning to face Michael she let the lead
dangle in her hand

"Here doggy, come to Wanda"

He crawled towards her, she reached down and clipped the lead to the
D-ring at the front of his collar. She sat down in the armchair,
letting a leg drape over one of the arms. In one hand she held the
lead attached to Michael’s collar, in the other she held the riding
crop. 

"Kiss me here" She said, indicating the end of  the stiletto heel with
the crop. As she did this she pulled Michael towards her with the
lead. His lips encircled the end of the 4 inch heel, then slowly
worked their way along its length.

"Now here" As she indicated with the crop a part of the boot further
up her leg. 

Slowly Wanda directed Michael’s attentions along her calf. After a
while she let go of the lead and dropped the crop to the floor,
commanding Michael by voice alone. For his part Michael was
enraptured, he now wanted nothing more than to be the slave of this
woman. As he knelt in front of  her he felt the dildo move inside of
him each time he moved to kiss a new place. After a while he started
to flex his knees to enhance and prolong the sensations. Wanda saw
this and laughed.

"You are a hot little slut, aren’t you. I never said you could do
that. In a little while you will be grovelling at our feet, begging
for mercy as we prepare your punishment for these disobediences".

Michael let out a half moan half gasp as she finished speaking. She
slumped further down in the chair and draped her other leg over the
opposite arm of the chair.

"Now kiss my inner thigh, and be delicate or you will feel my whip".

As he brushed his lips and tongue over her smooth white skin he heard
the sound of a zip being opened.

"Now lets see how good you are at giving pleasure to your mistress"

Michael stopped kissing her thigh and looked up at Wanda. She was
laying back in the chair her legs spread wide. The zip to her black
leather shorts was open almost splitting the garment in two. At the
very centre lay the mound of  pubic hair. In her hands she held once
again the short many stranded whip. With a cruel voice she said

"You had better not disappoint me, slave"

"Yes Mistress" he whispered as he brought his head down to what was
now the very centre of his universe.

As he worked his tongue inside her he could hear the rhythm of her
breathing slowly change. Her body began to rock back and forth.
Several times he felt the sting of the whip across his back together
with the order "Faster" or "Higher up". Her breath came in short
gasps. Suddenly the rhythm of her movements changed , her body
convulsed and she let out several strangled cries as the orgasm hit
her. Finally in no more than a whisper she ordered Michael "Enough".

Michael knelt upright and looked and his mistress, although he had not
climaxed he felt he had shared in his mistress pleasure. He had been
with his mistress for less than half an hour yet he now could imagine
no other situation. She lay back in the chair saying nothing her eyes
closed. After laying there for several minutes Wanda rose from the
chair. Michael crawled back to let his mistress rise. She walk around
behind Michael, when she came into view again she had regained her
former visage.

"If you continue to perform like that tonight we might even consider
letting you share in this pleasure. But of course you will have to beg
for the privilege first." She laughed

"Now I think that maybe it is time that I introduced you to my
friends."

She picked up the lead and giving a little tug led Michael out of the
cell.

END OF CHAPTER 1



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Subject: The Game 2 Chapter 2 (FFFm Bondage) Repost
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The Game II

CHAPTER 2

Michael’s descent of the stairs into the basement two hours earlier
had been so mundane an event as to bear not a moments consideration.
Yes, the circumstance in which he descended would remain burned in his
conciseness for many years to come, but the mechanics of the action?
No. His legs knew what to do and simply went ahead and did it.
Climbing the stairs in his present state would be a different matter
altogether. 

He was naked, his hands manacled behind his back to a steel harness
which passed around his waist and between his legs. The harness held
in place an anal plug which was thrust deep inside of him, its
presence a constant reminder of his humiliating state. His ankles were
locked apart to either end of a spreader bar, the centre of which was
connected by a short rod to the plug. He could not walk or rise from
his knees, he could however crawl. Which was what he was doing now.
His only garment, if it could be called that, was a black latex hood
which covered his head and a heavy leather collar around his neck. But
these items merely added to his sense of humiliation telling who ever
should command him that this is a plaything, a slave who can be used
and abused at will. 

The woman who held the other end of the dog lead attached to his
collar, and who was taking delight in his humiliating passage along
the corridor, had done just that a few minutes earlier. Her name was
Wanda and her garb of black leather and stiletto boots only amplified
the sense of domination and complete control that she had over him.
The short whip she held in her hand sent a terrible thrill through his
body each time he caught sight of it.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, He was already beginning to sweat
from the exertion of his passage along the corridor and he could feel
the beads of perspiration beginning to roll down his naked body. Wanda
knelt behind him and pressing herself against him she started  to rubs
her hand over his chest, and then down between his legs, and finally
his penis. Her hand lightly stroked his shaft  sending waves of
pleasure through his body, Michael could not contain himself, he
gasped and moaned and begged Wanda not to stop. 

"Ooh baby, you are a hot little thing, we haven’t even started with
you yet." She cooed. Michael could feel the pressure building inside
of him. He heard Wanda’s voice laughing and teasing him as it became
plainly obvious to her the effect that she was having on him. Michael
felt his face go red beneath the mask.

Then without warning she stopped. She stood in front of him, her legs
apart, pulling hard on the lead she forced his head to look up at her.
The playful mocking voice had gone. 

"Up the stairs slave. Now!" Wanda commanded.

The ascent of the basement staircase was torture and seemed never
ending. With his hands chained behind his back and to the harness he
could not balance properly and would have fallen backwards more than
once had Wanda not saved him by pulling hard on his lead. The spreader
bar between his legs made it almost impossible to lift them so forcing
him to lean forward using his head and chin to help support his body.
All the time Wanda would stand over him alternating between
chastisement and teasing. 

"Faster slave, I haven’t got all night." She said, as she brought the
whip down on his exposed behind. All Michael could do was gasp a
futile "Please Mistress." As he struggled on.

Worse was when she teased him. She would stand behind him and run her
hand between his legs, grabbing hold of the dildo, she would mock him.
"Did you enjoy putting this inside you, you little slut?" And "Did you
enjoy chaining yourself naked so we could abuse you.". He felt the
waves of  humiliation wash over him each time she said something, but
he also felt his desire and need for Wanda grow stronger. 

As he neared the top of the stairs Wanda sat down on the top step, and
holding the lead to his slave collar she spread her legs wide. With
one hand she stared to undo the zip of her shorts and began rubbing
herself between her legs. In a low voice she beckoned to Michael.

"I need you baby, I need you now, come to Wanda, I want your tongue
inside of me."

Michael felt he would explode with uncontrollable desire. His efforts
to reach her became frantic, he could hear Wanda laughing as he
struggled up the few remaining steps. His head was now inches from
her, just one more effort and he could bury his face in her mound of
soft hair. But just as she reached her she stood up, the prize was
cruelly taken out of his reach. "Too slow, salve." She chastised him.

He knelt at the top of the stairs panting, sweat was running from his
body. He could hear the low murmur of voices from the room across the
hall. Wanda looked down at him, her voice taking on a softer tone. "We
can’t have you being introduced to my friends in this state can we." 

From a carton on a table she took a handful of  baby wipes and started
to rub him down. He felt the cool sensation of the moist tissue on his
body. He began to regain his breath. He felt like a child being washed
by its mother, his desire for Wanda was now tempered by something
softer, an emotion that seemed so out of place given his present
situation. 

She stood in front of him and in a quiet voice said "Thank you for
coming Michael." She lent forward and taking his head in her hands
kissed him gently on the lips. Without another word, she stood up and
taking the lead in her hands led him to the nearby double doors. 

With a flourish she flung the doors open. "Ladies, I give you our
entertainment for the night." Michael immediately fell under the gaze
of the three other woman in the room. As he knelt there naked and
chained in the presence of these strangers the child like emotions
that he had felt evaporated and  humiliation once again took control
of him.

The eldest of the three looked down at Michael and spoke "So nice to
finally meet you Michael. I am Mistress Kay."

She was standing in the middle of the room. She was older than Wanda
possibly over 40 and her face had a southern European look to it, her
hair was long and full. Her figure was classical in its proportions,
wide hips, thin waist, and a full bust. Her elegant figure was
enhanced still further by her apparel. Like Wanda she was wearing
stiletto boots but in her case they where shorter more elegant, ending
just below her knee. She wore black stockings which continued up her
leg almost to the top of her thigh. They were held in place by
suspenders which, in turn, were attached to a leather corset. The
corset was without doubt the most beautiful and erotic piece of
clothing that Michael had ever seen. The leather was black and
completely matt in appearance, he could see the lines of the stitching
as they followed the curves of Kay’s body. The lower hem of the corset
was lined with a black fur and cut high at the hips to enhance her
figure. The waist was pulled in tight, and between her legs Michael
thought he could just see the ends of the laces dangling . The top of
the garment which constrained and moulded her breasts was also trimmed
with the same fur like material. The line of the corset dipped ever so
slightly between her breasts to subtly focus the eye on her cleavage.
Her shoulders and arms were bare but on her hands she wore delicate
black kid skin gloves which just covered her wrists. The effect
combined elegant sophistication, a blatant sexuality, and a presence
of power and authority which Michael found awe inspiring.

"Please Michael, there is no need to get up." The other woman laughed
and Michael felt his sense of humiliation reach new depths. He bowed
his head. "You have already met Wanda, but I would like to introduce
you to my friend Angel."

Angel was the exception in the room. Whilst for the other women,
leather was the dominant theme, whether it was the classical
sophistication of Kay or in the brash arrogance of Wanda. For Angel it
was clothes of shinning rubber. She wore black patent leather stiletto
shoes on her feet. Her legs were encased in black latex stockings
which moulded themselves to the contours of her body and shined with a
brilliance. Her dress was flame red, short and cut low in the bust, a
zip ran down the front of it. Michael could just glimpse from under
the dress her black rubber brassiere. She wore long black gloves,
almost the full length of her arms. But the thing that held Michael’s
gaze was her face. She had very short hair and a pale angular face
which was heightened by her use of makeup. Her eyes were swept up and
back, she looked like a devil.

"Why she chose that name I will never know, it seems so inappropriate
don’t you think." Angel returned a knowing smile. "And finally I
should like you to meet my slave Daniella." 

Daniella sat near the feet of her mistress. Unlike Michael whose
bondage was extreme and degrading, Daniella’s was by comparison merely
symbolic. Where Michael was naked and forced to kneel his legs spread
wide exposing himself to the gaze of the women, Daniella sat with her
legs together by her side. She wore leg irons, but the chain between
them was long and would not impede her normal movement. Her feet were
bare and she wore no stockings, she did however wear a very short
loose fitting soft leather skirt and a short leather corset which just
covered her nipples. She wore nothing about her head or neck, unlike
Michael who was forced to wear a full latex hood and heavy slave
collar. Her arms were bare and joint together at the wrist by a pair
of handcuffs. She gazed at Michael with a hunger and intensity he
found quite unnerving.

"There now, that is the introductions out of the way." She paused. And
then in a voice that struck Michael to the very soul  she said  "Now
slave, you have five seconds to prostrate your self in front of me and
worship you Mistress"

As fast as he could move, Michael crawled across the floor. But it was
not fast enough. He heard Wanda’s voice behind him, "Pathetic, slave"
And then he felt the spike of her stiletto boot hit him in the back,
propelling him forward. He landed on his stomach a short distance from
Kay’s boot. His feet and hands were now effectively hog tied behind
him, he could hardly move. Wriggling on his stomach he crawled the
last few inches to Kay’s boot, all the time the laughter of the Women
lashing him like a whip. He started to kiss and lick the boot."

"You were too slow slave, you must be punished" Said Kay standing over
him, her voice had an edge to it that sent a terrible thrill through
his body. Michael began to beg "No mistress please." But Kay ignored
him. 

"How should he punish him ladies? I was thinking that made we should
fix him to the post and let Daniella have some fun with him."

"He was very disrespectful to me down stairs" He heard Wanda say "I
should like to watch him being humiliated some more"

He saw Angel watching him with a quizzical expression.

"Its is agreed then." Kay said, and then addressing Michael said in a
cruel voice said "Get up off your stomach slave,"

As try as he might, Michael could not raise himself to his knees, the
spreader bar was forcing his knees apart so he could not roll onto his
back or raise himself from his prostrate position. He felt the sting
of Kay’s whip as it struck his back. "I said on your knees slave." 

Michael cried out as he felt the lash. "Please mistress I cannot."

He felt hands on his body as Wanda as Angel pulled him upright. He was
exhausted from the effort, and he found that his head was rested
against Angels thigh. He looked up at her as she gazed down at him.
She caressed his head with her gloved hand, pressing it into her body.
She held him there for a moment. And then releasing Michael’s head she
stood back and addressed him for the first time. 

"Do you like me slave?" she said in a quiet voice. 

"Yes Mistress" Michael whispered back. 

"I can see that my poor naked slave" She replied looking at Michael
erect penis. Michael felt a flush beneath  his mask.

"Would you like to kiss me?" She said. "Here?" Indicating her thigh a
few inches above the hem of her latex skirt. "Or maybe here?" She
added stroking her crotch. Michael was speechless, once again he felt
the waves of uncontrollable desire course through his body. As he
knelt before her, naked, his feet and hands cruelly chained into this
humiliating posture she reached down and started to open the zip of
her skirt. Michael was transfixed, the room was completely silent. As
she slowly opened the zip so the latex dress peeled back from her
body. He gasped as eyes caught a glimpse of her bare thigh above the
latex stockings.

He heard her voice say. "What would you give me to let you kiss me?"

"Anything." Was Michael’s gasped reply. He was trying to lean forward,
he felt the dildo slide within him. The zip was now half way up the
dress. 

He heard the question again. "What would you give me to let you kiss
me?"

The zip stopped moving. Michael was beside himself with desire. He
blurted out "My body, do with it what you will"

The zip was closed. "Fool slave, we can already do with you what we
will, you will have to think of something better next time. Lock him
to the post please Wanda"

Wanda gave the lead a hard tug and Michael crawled towards her. The
post was wooden, about five feet high and fixed to a heavy base.
Reaching the post she ordered him to kneel with his back against it.
She walked behind him. He felt Wanda’s hand under his chin pulling him
upward. He shifted his position from kneeling to squatting as he tried
to raise his head in accordance with her wishes. The anal plug which
he was forced to wear as part of his humiliation and which was attach
to the spreader bar began to resist his upward movement. His hands
brushed against an object, a thick metal bar running through the post,
and grabbed hold of it to help steady himself. Just as he could move
up no higher he heard a metallic click by his ear and Wanda’s hand was
removed from under his chin. Michael tried to lower himself back into
a kneeling position but found he could not, his collar was now locked
somehow to the post forcing him to maintain the squatting position.
The surprise of this almost caused him to loose his balance and for a
moment he felt the collar tug painfully at his neck as he tried to
adjust his posture. His was now trapped. 

He watched in silence as the three women who were responsible for his
humiliation sat down in chairs about the room. He could see that they
were enjoying his predicament but for how long would they leave him
like this, Michael’s legs and arms were already beginning to get
tired.

After a short time Kay beckoned Daniella over to her chair. She walked
over to her mistress and knelt in front of her, without any word being
spoken she raised her handcuffed wrists up to her as if in
supplication. With a key that was lying on a the table next to her,
Kay unlocked Daniella’s handcuffs and removed them from her. Dianiella
bend down and lightly kissed the toe of her mistress’s boot. 

She raised herself to her feet and turning walked towards Michael. He
was awe struck by the look of lust on here face. Behind her he heard
Kay say "Under no circumstance must he cum. I give you permission to
climax, but remember there is a price to pay for this privilege "
Michael could not think what that price might be. 

As she walked towards Michael her hand reached over and picked up a
small silver bottle from the table. She knelt down in front of
Michael, placing the bottle on the floor next to him. They looked at
each other for a few moments, Michael could feel the tension in the
room increase. Michael’s legs and arms were beginning to hurt from
having to hold himself in this uncomfortable position. His erection
was hard, almost painful, and the slightest tremor or movement of his
body caused the dildo to slide within him. She reached forward and
began to run her hands over his chest. His total inability to move
coupled with the tension in his body seemed to heighten his
sensitivity to her touch. He let out a few involuntary moans as he
felt her hands move lower down his body. His breathing began to come
in short gasps as lightly stoked her hands between his legs and along
the erect shaft of his penis. Michael tried desperately to move his
body to turn the maddening caress into something more substantive. His
manacled hands tightly grasped the bar behind him as he tried to press
his erection against her hands as she continued to stroke him. But it
was futile, what little movement he found possible only succeeded in
making the dildo slide inside of him, heightening yet further his
sexual frustration. He could see his tormentors sitting in their
comfortable chairs smiling at his humiliation.

Daniella stopped her maddening caress and stood in front of Michael.
She was close to him, the top of her corset was inches from his face.
Slowly she began to unclip the hooks that held the garment together at
the font. He could hardly control himself as inch by inch the corset
began to reveal the pale flesh beneath it. The last hook was undone
and Daniella let the corset fall to the floor behind her. One of  her
erect nipples brushed against the latex of Michael’s mask and he moved
his head trying to capture it in his lips, but with a smile she kept
it just out of his reach.

Her hands now move down her body to the side of her skirt, Michael’s
gaze following their every move. In an instant she had undone the
clasp holding it together and it slid off her body. She was now
totally naked, underneath the skirt she wore neither panties nor
G-string. She knelt down again in front of him, she was much closer
now, he could feel the end of his penis brush against her stomach. She
picked up the bottle and poured some of the contents into her hands,
it was oil. He felt the coolness of the oil as it touched his flesh
and then her hand gliding effortless over his body. More oil was
poured and soon the upper part of his body was covered with the
slippery glistening liquid. Daniella moved to one side and started to
spread the oil over his legs and thighs. Forming her hand into a cup
she filled it with oil and then with both hand grasped his penis
moving them rapidly up and down his shaft and between his legs. The
sensation was almost more than Michael could bear, his legs and arms
now ached from this unnatural position he was forced into but the only
sensation he could feel was Daniella’s hand bringing him ever slow
slowly to the climax that he now craved more than any thing in the
world. His body jerked uncontrollably as she stroked and caressed him,
between gasps and moans he repeated the word "Please…. Please…"
begging Daniella not to stop. 

He could see now that the other women had stopped laughing and were
looking at him intently, Wanda had unzipped her shorts and was stoking
her self. Michael felt no humiliation now, he had passed through that
phase. As he squatted naked and chained against the post. He could
imaging no other state than to be the sexual slave of the three woman
seated in front of him. 

Daniella stopped caressing Michael and stood up, she swung one of her
legs over his thighs, straddling him. Her body was now pressed against
his and Michael could see that it too was glistening with a thin film
of the oil. She began to lower herself. Michael could feel her smooth
body slip and slide effortlessly over his.  He pressed his lips
against her flesh as it slid passed, he could taste the oil on his
tongue. The bottom of her thighs touched the top of his and he could
feel his penis rubbing against her pubic hair. He could feel her
weight pressing down on him, he did not know how long he could remain
in this position with her additional weight on him. With her hands she
grasped a bar running through the post at about the same height as
Michael’s collar and to his relief he found the pressure on his thighs
lessen. 

She began to move her body against his in slow circular motions, using
the bar to pull herself against Michael. He could feel her nipples
pressed against his chest and the sensation of his penis brushing
between her legs.  Her groin was now pressed against the strap of the
belt and she was rubbing it up and down. Her breathing become more
laboured and she began to cry out and her need increased. Their lips
met and suddenly her tongue was inside his mouth, she was kissing him
with a passion that he had rarely experienced before. One of her hands
slid down his body and grasping his penis guided it inside of her.
Michael closed his eyes he could feel the pressure building inside of
him. Daniella movement became more rapid, she was holding the bar with
one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other. Michael could sense
her nearing the climax. He was so near himself, but his immobility
meant that he could not push himself to reach that point of no return
and to experience the explosion of pressure that was building up in
side of him. No longer caring about what the women might think of him
he begged Daniella, between  kisses, to make him cum. The pain in his
legs was almost unbearable but still he found the strength to try to
thrust his body into Daniella’s to make his climax happen. It was
futile, the chains that held him in this cruel position were too
tight, he was at the total mercy of the woman who was using him to
merely satisfy her own desires.

And then the motion of her Daniella’s changed, he could feel the
orgasm rushing through her body. He looked at her face inches from his
own and could see the lust and desire change to pleasure and
contentment. After a few moments she raised herself from his body and
Michael felt his penis leave her inner recesses. He could not believe
that it was over. He cried out.

"No…. Please…. Don’t stop….. I need….." His voice trailed off. He
began to cry.

He suddenly felt very tired, his legs and arms could no longer hold
him in this tortuous position. He felt the collar bite into his neck
as his knees buckled. He heard Mistress Kay’s voice.

"Quickly Wanda. Release his collar before he hurts himself." Within a
few seconds he felt the collar detach from the pole and he slumped
forward onto his knees. Daniella was standing a few feet away from
him, he did not have the strength to lift his head. He started to
crawl towards here with the intention of kissing her feet and begging
her to make him cum. 

But before he could move more than a few inches he heard Kay’s voice
again.

"So Daniella, did you enjoy him? I think somehow that you did. But I
said there was a price to pay and now you must be prepared to pay it.
Take her downstairs Wanda."

Michael looked up to see Wanda handcuffing Daniella hands behind her
back and then pushing her out of the room.

Michael looked back to see Kay staring down at him.

"You look tired Michael, and the night is still young. I think that
maybe you need a rest to regain your strength." With that she reached
down and taking the dog lead attached to his collar she lead him to
another corner of the room.

END OF CHAPTER 2




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The Game II

CHAPTER 3


Darkness and silence. Michael lay face down on the low bed, his legs
stretched and spread wide, revelling in their new found freedom. He
did not know for how long he had lain there, maybe an hour, possibly
more. His hands were still handcuffed to the steel harness but now
they lay restfully across his back. The memory of them straining to
support the weight of his body as the women humiliated and abused him
was slowly receding. Every now and then he would move his legs to a
new position, enjoying the sensation of the cool sheets against his
skin. The women had removed his ability  to see, touch was now his
main method of communication with the outside world. 

After the ordeal of the post they had been gentle with him. First they
blindfolded him, a second hood this time made of  heavy leather  had
been place over his head covering his eyes and ears. The sounds from
the room became muffled. A hand touched his ankle he could feel the
cuff moving against his leg, then it came free. He started to rise on
his knees, to get some movement in his stiff joints but a hand on his
shoulder gently pushed him back down. He acquiesced. The same hand was
now working on his other ankle and within a few seconds he felt the
other cuff open and his legs were now finally free of the cruel
spreader bar. 

The hand that had just held him down now lightly took his upper arm
and guided him to a standing position. His knees and ankles were stiff
from the enforced position in which they had been set and the
transition from kneeling to standing was not altogether a steady one.
But there were hands either side of him to guide and support him. The
spreader bar was still attached to the harness strap which ran between
his legs and he could now feel it brushing against his upper thigh.
The hands, there must have been at least three pairs he thought,
indicating the return of Wanda, gently guided his legs apart. He felt
a hand lightly stroke his penis, which was still slick with oil,
bringing it back to full erect. For an instant he felt a woman lips
caress its tip, sending a wave of pleasure though his body. 

His earlier passion and need had now subsided to be replaced by
something more tranquil. His inability to see his mistresses, dressed
so provocatively in their clothes of leather and rubber, somehow
deadened the feelings of humiliation he had earlier felt. Michael knew
that they still stood before him in their black stiletto boots,
holding the whips that symbolised their power over him. He also knew
that he was their slave, the harness cutting deep between his legs
would not let him forget this fact. But with out the power of sight to
contrasted their power with his own naked and chained helplessness, it
all seemed distant. 

He felt hands again on his body. He blushed ever so slightly as he
felt them touching and pulling the anal plug to which the spreader bar
was attached. His body now belonged to these three women who until
tonight he had never met before. No part of him was sacrosanct, they
could touch him anywhere, do anything to him, and he was powerless to
prevent it. None of his previous girlfriends had ever taken him so for
granted before. The safe word, his one escape from this, was buried
deep in his consciousness and was not considered for an instant.

He felt rather than heard a click, and then the spreader bar came away
from the harness. He was now free of the device that caused him the
greatest shame, to be forced to kneel exposing his sex to the gaze of
his mistresses. Towels now came into contact with his skin as they
began to rub the oil from his body. At intervals he would feel a hand
stroking his penis and whenever this happened he would moan gently
with pleasure. 

They finished their task without a word being spoken. He then felt
someone take the lead attached to his slave collar. A slight tug
indicated that he was to be led, he followed trusting that they would
not let him trip up. He was led into the hall, hands took hold of his
arms and guided him to the stairs. They continued to hold and support
him as he climbed the stair, he could feel Wanda’s and Angels bodies
pressed against his as they ascended in the narrow space. Wanda’s
hand, now gloved again, was resting against his lower back. As they
slowly climbed the stairs the hand began to  trace a path down his
back, it was soon resting on his left buttock. With deliberate motion
she slid her hand down further between his legs and then back up
forcing her fingers into the crack between his legs. The shock of this
invasion caused Michael to stop his ascent, but only for an instant. A
sharp tug on the lead reminded Michael who was in charge and he
continued to climb the stairs. The invading hand, however, remained in
place the tips of its fingers lightly caressing the end of his anal
plug. Wanda gave him a quick squeeze of her hand just to let him know
that she was full aware of the effect that she has having on him. His
erection was rock hard.

On the landing his bare feet sensed a change in the floor covering and
he guessed that he was being lead into another room.

"If you need to go, now is your chance" He heard Wanda’s voice close
to his ear. Michael did need to go, his bladder was filling up and if
he did not urinate soon it would start to become painful. But to do it
here while chained and naked in font of three strangers would pile
humiliation upon humiliation, he did not believe for an instant that
they would unchain him and allow him the dignity of doing it in
private. He couldn’t speak, he could only nod his head to express his
need. 

A hand grasped the shaft of his penis and guided it into, what felt
like, a hard plastic container. His penis was still hard and he was
forced to lean forward, squatting slightly with his legs apart to
allow his member to be guided down into it. Wanda’s hand took this
opportunity to continue with its exploration of the strap running
between his legs. Michael let out a strangled moan as he released his
muscles and a stream of liquid left his body. He hung his head in
shame as he heard the muffled laughter of he woman taking their
pleasure from his humiliation. 

He finished. He felt his penis being removed from the bottle and the
end being wiped with something soft. Wanda’s hand finally abandoned
it humiliating caress.

A tug on the lead on his slave collar indicated that this was not his
final resting place. He walked forward but after a few steps his toes
came up against something hard. The hands were again on his shoulder
pushing him forward and down, he started to kneel, something soft but
firm touched his leg and Michael realised that this must be a bed. He
knelt on it. The hand still continued to push him down and he allowed
himself to lie prone on the bed. The lead tugged forward but before he
could crawl forward he sensed it being tied to the end of the bed. He
experimentally tried to move his head back and found that this was
indeed the case.

He heard the muffled sound of people leaving and the door of the room
closing,  he guessed that he was alone.

He felt tired but not sleepy, Michael wondered how long he would be
left here. In the darkness and silence he lost track of time.
Michael’s body rested but his mind was active. Every thing that had
happened before this evening was a dim memory but the events of the
last few hours burned like fire in his brain. Over and over again his
mind replayed the events of the evening, he had never before
experienced such an intense arousal nor one that had lasted for such a
long time. Gradually his mind began to filter the images that swirled
around him until a single one remained.

The one image that now dominated his thoughts was the sight of Kay
towering over him as he knelt in front of her. He imagined her pushing
him back, pressing herself against him, wrapping her legs around his
body. He felt in his mind the soft touch of her leather corset against
his naked body and the sharp pain of the stilettos as they pressed
into his thighs. He imagined her lips hungry and passionate as they
covered his mouth and then her hand exploring and caressing his body,
driving his excitement still higher. Finally he saw her hand reaching
down and grasping his penis guiding it deep inside of her. He could
see clearly in his mind the sight of himself kneeling  naked and
chained, his body arched back and his mistress astride him. He
imagined her thrusting down on him, one hand holding his lead like the
reigns of a hose bringing  them both towards climax. He wanted to
touch himself badly, but his hands were chained uselessly behind his
back, all he could do was rub himself against the bed


Then without warning he felt a gloved hand touch him between the legs.
The shock was so sudden that it caused him to squirm violently. As the
terror of the unexpected event wore off Michael realised that this was
the opening shot in some new humiliation that they had dreamed up for
him. Who ever had touched him must have been watching him trying to
make love to an empty bed. He curled in to a foetal position, the old
emotions of fear desire and shame once again regaining control of his
body. But he was not to be left alone. A sharp tug on his lead and the
sting of a whip across his behind forced him to his feet. No sooner
had he risen than a tug downward on the lead sent him to his knees. He
felt hands on his head, loosening the mask that covered his eyes and
ears. 

It came free. Michael looked up at the shining latex covered body of
Angel as she stood before him holding his lead in her hand.

"What were you doing on the bed Michael? And more importantly which of
us were you thinking about?" She smiled.

Beneath the thin latex mask which still covered his head Michael
blushed. He could not bring himself to answer the question and at the
same time could not refuse. 

"I…. I was thinking of Kay….. What she would do to me." Michael
stammered.

"Am I to take it then that I was not a part of this fantasy" Angel
replied. "Do you not find me attractive enough then?"

"No. you are beautiful." Michael whispered

"Or maybe I have not been cruel enough towards you. Tell me Michael do
you like being abused and humiliated?"

"Yes. You know I do" He whispered

"Then I suppose you should lick my shoes."

Michael bent forward and pressed his face to Angel’s shoe and began to
kiss and caress it with his tongue. After a few minutes he heard
Angle’s voice above him.

"Enough slave. I am bored of this. I think maybe it is time to change
the rules a little"

Michael returned to the kneeling position and look up at Angel not
understanding what she was saying. She bend down brushing her hand
over Michael’s latex covered head. She took hold of the lead where it
was attach to his slave collar and unclipped it. She coiled up the
lead in her hand and then threw it on the bed. Then in a softer voice
she addressed Michael again.

"Do you like my body Michael? Does it turn you on?"

"Yes Mistress."

"What would you give me to have fifteen minutes with this body" She
ran her gloved hands down the curves of her breasts and hips. Michael
was spellbound. "To have the same power over it as I now have over
you."

"What would you give me Michael?"

Michael was dumb struck. Suddenly from being his tormentor this woman
was now offering to be his slave. But what could he give her? He was
kneeling before her completely naked his hands chained behind his
back, what could he offer. Was this some form of cruel joke.

"Maybe you would like to see some more of the product on offer?" She
smiled. Her hand reached to the zip at the bottom of her short red
latex dress and began to open it. Slowly the dress parted and Michael
once again glimpsed the sight of bare thigh above her black latex
stocking. But this time the zip did not stop moving. The dress parted
still more to revel that she wore no panties underneath. Michael
stared the mound of black hair between her legs. Finally the zip
reached the neckline of the dress and the garment slid off her
shoulders onto the floor, now a lifeless scrap of rubber. 

She now stood before Michael almost naked. She still wore a back
rubber brassier but it had large holes in the centre of each cup
exposing her nipples which were hard and erect. Around her waist she
wore a black latex suspender belt attached to her latex stockings, but
that was all.

"What is fifteen minutes with this worth Michael?"

"Please Mistress, I have nothing to give you….. I am you salve."

Angel did not appear to hear Michael and carried on talking.

"I will tie myself over there" She said, indicating a large wooden
frame in the corner of the room with cuffs attached at each corner. 

"My legs and arms will be spread wide apart. I will be completely
helpless and at your mercy. You could rape me Michael, abuse me, make
me beg for your touch. But before you can do this you must make me a
gift of the one thing that is still your own."

Then the realisation struck Michael. The one thing that he still had
which they did not own was his safe word. They wanted him to give up
his one exit from the game, to submit himself totally to them. He
looked up at Angel.

"Think of it Michael, you can take revenge for the humiliations we
have heaped on you. For fifteen minutes I will cease to be your
mistress and become your slave. Would you like to see me as a slut,
writhing at you touch. My nipples are very sensitive, you could drive
me wild just by caressing them."

With out knowing why Michael got up from his knees and walked towards
Angel, their bodies touched. He could feel her hard nipples pressed
against his skin. It was now her turn to look up at him.

"Give up you safe work Michael"

She kissed his chest while sliding her hands over his body. Slowly she
sank to her knees, brushing her lips against his torso. She took his
penis in one hand while the other cradled and stroked his scrotum. She
blew gentry on the tip as slowly she pulled back his foreskin. Michael
closed his eyes. He felt her tongue explore the tip of his penis,
sending shivers down his body, and then her lips encircling him as she
drew him into her mouth. She started to move her head back and forth
as she sucked sending waves of pleasure through his body, while her
hands caressed and stroked the tender areas between his legs.

Michael just stood, his eyes shut, revelling in the sensations flowing
through his body. But like every other torment the had devised for him
she stopped just short of him climaxing leaving him wild with desire.
He stood his eyes tight shut his mind racing with contradictory
desires.

When he opened his eyes she was standing in the centre of  the frame
attaching leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Cords ran from the
cuffs to reels in each corner of the frame, when the legs and arms
were spread apart the reels would take up the slack cord but the
ratchets on each device would not allow the cord back out. She would
indeed be totally helpless and at his mercy. She looked up at Michael.

"Tell me you give up your safe word Michael and I’ll be your slave"

Michael had no choice, his need and desire was too strong.

"I give up my safe word."

And then a stronger voice.

"Now spread your legs for me slave"

She tugged on the cords, releasing the return mechanism that would
draw them back onto the reel. With the reels now taking up the slack
Angel began extended her arms upward and outward. She was now
helpless, with her hands held apart and above her head she could no
longer undo the cuffs about her wrists. When her arms were almost
extended she grabbed hold of the cord attached to her wrist cuffs and
then taking the weight of  her body on her arms spread her legs wide.

"You have fifteen minutes with me slave. Lets see what you can do with
you hand still chained" She laughed.

Her words struck at him, with his hands still manacled behind his back
he was only slightly less helpless than she. Also in her present
position he could not make her use her mouth on him again. But she
wanted him, he knew that. He would use what power he had over her to
humiliate her, to make her beg and plead for his touch.

He looked at Angel. She hung from her wrists in the frame, her legs
spread obscenely wide. Kneeling in front of her he looked at the mound
of jet black hair inches from his face. He could smell her delicate
odour. He watched as she tried to move it closer to him, to make him
touch her. She might have tricked him into accepting this bargain but
her need now was as real as his and she had another fifteen minutes to
endure this craving before the status quo would be returned to normal.

He leaned his head forward and felt her hairs brush against his face,
she was still now her body trembling as it tried to hold its position.
He traced around the outside of her mound with his nose feeling her
soft dry skin against his. He kissed the delicate skin of her inner
thigh which had been denied to him not so long ago. And then pressing
his lips against hers he forced his tongue past them and into the
moist wetness of what lay beyond. He heard her gasp as he entered her
and then he lost all control.

He buried his face in her, using his tongue, teeth, anything to drive
her towards orgasm. He could hear her moans above him and feel her
body jerking and twitching trying to position it so that he would
maximise his effect on her. He forgot about his own need as he took
pleasure in the effect that he was having on her. His mouth worked
hard, alternatively sucking, licking, and gently biting her most
sensitive parts. But he knew he had to make it last and not rush the
time his was given. After a few minutes of this he stopped, he did not
want this to end too quickly. He wanted to savour the power he had
over her. 

She now hung from her wrists, a thin film of sweat now covered her
face and body. Her struggles had forced her legs apart still further
and the reels would not allow them to return to their earlier
position. They could no longer carry the full weight of her body. Her
arms were bend straining to hold her body in an upright position. She
was breathing hard.

"I want to hear you beg now. Slave."

"Please…" She whispered, her voice barely  audible. "Make me cum."

Michael could  not believe in the transformation he felt within
himself. He was still naked, his hands chained behind his back to the
harness which itself was forcing the dildo deep inside of him. But now
he was in control, the woman who had minutes before been his mistress
now totally at his mercy.

"You will have to beg better than that my little slut" He heard
himself speak.

He leaned forward, licking the sweat from her stomach. He moved his
mouth over her skin kissing and biting her, leaving rows of teeth
marks in her flesh. He could hear her voice, louder now as she tried
to pull her body away from his teeth.

"Please, please, make me cum master" Her voice had desperate an edge
to it.

His mouth was higher now. He took one of her nipples gently between
his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. He could hear her breathing
once again becoming laboured. He began to bite down harder on the
nipple she let out a cry of pain, his head slowly moved back taking
her with him. Her cries became more desperate as she strained her body
to follow him.

"No please master I can’t stand it. Please let go, I beg you"

Michael let her nipple slide through his teeth and her body slumped
back to its original position. He stood close to her, he could feel
his prick brushing against her stomach. 

"I want to hear you beg, I want you to humiliate yourself"

She looked up and him. Her make-up was beginning to run and her short
hair was drenched with sweat. 

"Please master, let you salve cum." She started to kiss his chest.

Michael moved his leg letting it press against her mound of pubic
hair. She began to move herself against it, he could feel her wetness
against his thigh. The muscles in her arms were straining as she
fought to keep her body in motion.

"I’m you slave, your whore, your slut. Please use your tongue on me
master."

Michael knelt down. He was not in a hurry and  the irony of this
situation was not lost on him. Here he was again kneeling naked and
chained before a woman who had until so recently been instrumental in
his humiliation, but now he was in control and she was the one begging
for his touch. He looked at her again, her knees were straining
outwards trying to spread her legs still wider, as if this act of
humiliating exposure would make him surrender to her pleas. 

He leant forward bring his mouth inches from her trembling body. He
let his tongue touch her gently and was rewarded by her cry of need
and desire. He continued to tease her with his tongue for some time,
as he listened to her begging and pleading coming from above. He was
enjoying the control that he had over her but he wanted to have the
final humiliation of making her cum as his slave.

"I want to hear you beg for mercy as you cum"

He pushed his mouth hard against her and he felt her push back down on
him, her body rocking back and forth as he worked his tongue deep
inside of her. Her moans and gasps became louder as she came closer to
orgasm, she pleaded with him not to stop. He continued to tease her,
but this time bringing her inexorably closer to her climax. He
continued to listen to her cries as she gradually give herself over to
her sexual need. For these few minutes he knew that she truly was his
slave as he had been hers. She would at this moment on time do
anything, say anything to make him continue.  Then the motion of her
body changed, she cried out as the climax him. He continued to use his
tongue as her body continued to be racked by her orgasm.  Finally he
felt it subside, she said a final "Thank you master" and then her legs
and arms gave out, her energy spend.

She now hung limp from her wrists, her body glistened with the sweat
of her exertions. Twice she spasmed as the aftershocks of the orgasm
hit her. Michael retreated a few feet and knelt down looking at the
results of his work. In a few minutes the other mistresses would
return and his humiliation would continue. But for now he could gaze
on his former mistress and now slave as she hung bound and spread wide
before him.

END OF CHAPTER 3