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This story is a FANTASY involving B&D. Don' go further if you are under 18
or don't think that this just might be fun. Please keep in mind that all
REAL B&D play should be consensual.
THE ROOMATE
Chapter 2
After the first bondage experience that I had with Bob in his "room", I
daydreamed all week of my adventure and had a problem getting anything done.
By Friday a plan had finally become clear. I wanted to spend another
afternoon as Bob's slave. Saturday morning Bob left for the grocery store at
about 10AM. By 10:05 I had put my plan into operation and had found my way
to the third floor dungeon. Stripping to my panties and bra, I clasped my
neck with chains attached to the wall, and handcuffed my wrists securely
behind my back. Now, nearly holding my breath, I waited for Bob's car to
enter the driveway. It wasn't long before I heard the car pull in. My heart
raced as I waited for the door to open and Bob to find me. Instead, about
ten minutes later, I heard the car start up and pull away ! There I was
naked, cuffed and firmly chained to the wall! And where had Bob gone; when
would he return, how long would I be here? I sat in this predicament for
what must have been three hours. It seemed an eternity as I sat there
testing, in vain, the strength of my bonds.
I had heard no car enter the driveway, nor doors opening when I was suddenly
became aware of a presence in the dark room. I looked up to see a figure
dressed completely in black with a hood covering it's face. I was taken by
fear. Who was this ? I would have heard Bob's car if it was him. Was this
some confidant of Bob's ? What would he do to me ?
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Bob will be back soon and you'll be
sorry."
My litany was left unanswered by the hooded figure. The leather gloved
hands reached for the straps of my bra and pulled firmly, breaking the clasp.
The next thing I knew I was wearing the remnants of my bra about my waist,
and the black leather gloves were exploring my breasts.
"Stop that! This is my house, get out," I continued.
I took the hooded figure only a moment to place a large soft ball in mouth
and thus I was silenced. Grunts and groans were the extent of the sound that
I could issue forth. Taking the key that I has so cleverly placed just out
of my reach, my captor released my neck from the chains that held me to the
wall and led me struggling to the center of the room. My still cuffed wrists
were attached to a rope that hung from a block overhead and my arms, still
behind my back, were then pulled upwards. Soon I was soon standing, bending
over to avoid stress on my arms, my behind quite exposed. A pair of shackles
were placed on my ankles for good measure. The black leather gloves then
began to explore my body, with me unable to offer any opposition. The
shadowy figure walked across the room, confidently took a pair of scissors
from a drawer, walked toward me making a snipping sound with them as he
approached. Scissors ! What was he going to do !
Just as I was about to panic, I considered how this "stranger"could have
known just what drawer the scissors were in. Before I could give it much
thought the cold scissors embraced my breasts and were presently snipping at
the remains of my bra, which was soon on the floor at my feet. The chilling
steel embraced my thigh as slid inside my panties. Snip! My panties met my
bra at my feet and I was in the raw. Who could know about those scissors ?
I hardly had time to think before I felt the cold leather gloves caress my
bare ass then softly massage it. It had to be Bob...yes...who else would
know ? But why didn't I hear his car return? The glove moved slowly up the
inside of my thigh and gently brushed my pubic mound as I suddenly realized
that the answer to my questions was on the floor right before me. By now one
hand massaged my cunt while the other squeezed my breast. The mysterious
hooded figure may be anyone, but the was wearing a pair of Bob's boots! I
breathed a guarded sigh of relief and decided to relax and enjoy the evening
as it seemed I had no choice in the matter at this point.
It was then that a blindfold was slipped over my eyes. What was I going to
see, anyway ? My master was hooded in secrecy, I knew where I was, and I
assumed that I was certainly to be whipped. I heard the door being opened
and footsteps of more people. Oh God ! Here I was bare ass naked and
suddenly I was on display. What had I gotten myself into ? Moments later I
felt a pair of hands feeling my dierier as another squeezed my breasts and
pinched my nipples. Who else had been given the liberty of feeling my most
private parts. My attention was suddenly taken by the sound of a brief
struggle followed by some groans. What was going on ? The blindfold was
driving me crazy now. The sounds of chains, the overhead pulley, more
struggling.
Then something that I was clearly not prepared for. My bare ass felt soft
skin against it, in fact it was another equally bare ass. I felt the
shackles being removed from my ankles and then felt soft ropes as they bound
my legs to another person's legs. The soft skin felt nice against mine, and
despite my situation I was becoming damn aroused. Hopefully I was not giving
myself away to the mysterious audience. I felt the blindfold come loose and
straining to see behind me I saw bound to me, a naked girl fastened and
gagged in the same manner as I. Across the room stood two figures still
robed and hooded in black. Bob had clearly thrown me a curve. Who was the
other hooded person that was currently enjoying my nudity?
Who was the girl whose ass was so pleasantly rubbing against mine? What
would happen to counterpart and me ? One man, Bob I think, motioned to the
other to follow him. The two exited the room and locked the door leaving us
two girls bound in an uncomfortable, but arousing position. Our motion
restricted as it was, we both tried to look back in attempts to identify or
communicate with the other, but our bounds and the gags kept us from doing
from much of anything save rubbing our bottoms together. That rubbing was
soon the cause of my pussy beginning to feel wet, and gathering from the
cooperation of my mate it was having a similar effect on her. We were left
alone in this position for about half an hour at which time our captors
reappeared and by then there was more than a little excitement building
between my legs.
Upon their return our arms were released from the awkward position behind
our backs and were raised above our heads. Now back to back, we were tied
securely together with several soft leather straps, in such a way that either
of us could feel the other's every muscle twitch. I saw one of the hooded
figures reach for my mate and almost immediately felt her body tense as her
breasts were engaged by dark hands. I closed my eyes and imagined the hand
on my breast. Suddenly realizing that she could feel my response, I was
embarrassed, as a hand reached between my legs and my hips moved to meet it.
Time and time again hands, alternating between us, explored our most
sensitive areas, each time generating a response, now felt by both of us. My
master approached with a long white feather...Horrors! Whip me, spank me,
but no feathers! We were both blindfolded at this juncture, signaling to me
that more intense activity was about to begin. He began with a long soft
stroke beginning on the back of my arms, moving softly past my underarms and
continuing over my breast. My nipple hardened and I shuddered as the feather
moved past my belly and found itself stroking my inner thigh. My partner was
simultaneously subjected to the same manner of stroking. The feather kissing
me as I felt her ass tighten nearly drove me wild. Just as my mind began to
drift away, I felt my partner flinch and pull herself tight..snap! I
determined that she was receiving a whipping as I was being caressed with a
feather. I could'nt know what she was being punished with but I began to
wonder if, and maybe hope that I soon feel the same sensations? My question
was answered as I felt the kiss of not a whip butwith a delicate pointed
object, later found out to be the tip of a simple toothpick retracing the
route that had been taken by the soft feather only moments ago.
This activity continued for at least an hour with every imaginable item used
to tease and torture us, from whips to fur gloves, and much more. Being in
contact with my partner as I was, it was as though every feeling was doubled
and that we had become one. Acutely aware of every inch of my body by now,
my mind was in overload and my pussy was growing anxious for more attnetion.
Next I heard a soft humming. Vibrators! In my condition, I nearly came just
from hearing the sound and imagining what was to come. After removing our
blindfolds, my tormentor brought the vibrator near my pussy and as my hips
reached for the pleasure I felt my bondage partner's hips pull me in the
other direction, reaching for a like instrument. It was a stroke of evil
genius! We fought each other for the embrace of the slender machines, and
then felt the squirms of pleasure when the other contacted it, making the
other want it even more. I must have cum three times in the next minutes.
Finally, both of us exhausted, our arms nearly supporting our weight by
then, we were let down and untied. I turned, wanting to kiss and hold my
partner, but the gag in my mouth and the strong hands of our captors
prevented me.
We were led to another part of the room where we were then bent over a well
padded table, facing each other, exposing our tender rear ends but placing us
face to face. Our wrists were tied to each other's, our ankles strapped wide
apart to the legs of the table and finally the gags were removed from our
mouth under the proviso that any talking would result in a formidable
whipping. Did I dare try to kiss my partner? I wanted her so bad, and the
look in her eyes showed the same desire. Would the masters permit it? I
should have guessed by now that they wanted us to embrace or would not have
placed us in such a position, something I would soon figure out. My rear
was soon being explored by a strong hand, and I could see the other dark
figure begin handle my partner in much the same manner on the other side of
the table. In this light I could not tell who owned me, as both men were
about the same size and build and I could not see the shoes, my only way to
identify Bob. The hand began to work it's way down the my ass and
occasionally touch my cunt.
I nearly went crazy at the slightest touch and by now I had given up reason
and my lips reached for that of my bound partner. Her lips met mine and her
tongue thrust deep into my mouth just as a firm finger slid into my wet
pussy. I tensed as I saw the dark figure across the table bring his hand
back and sharply smack my partner's behind. I knew that a similar fate would
soon be mine and even before I could prepare I felt the burning on my rear.
Our masters had created mirror images. I could look across the table and
see happening to my partner, what I could only feel happening to me.
Clearly, the high point of this realization was when I saw the dark figure
across the table begin to his pants. I just knew that the same thing was
going on behind me and that I would soon feel my master's cock.
It was just dark enough in the room, and due to my position,
I still could not tell which man was behind me. I could not decide who I
wanted to fuck me, Bob or the mysterious stranger. The situation being what
it was, I had no say in the matter, as right then I felt the hard penis enter
me and slide quickly into my well lubricated vagina. I looked deep into my
partner's eyes, our lips pressed tight together, as she was also entered. I
was now sure, well pretty sure, from the motions of the man behind me that it
was Bob, but by now I was having trouble thinking of anything but the
pleasure between my legs and the wonderful lips that were firmly pressed to
mine. It seemed, maybe only in my mind, that the four of us came in unison.
My master remained inside me caressing me gently until he became soft. My
partner and I were finally released from the table, released from all our
bounds, and locked in a very small cell, again being strongly advised against
speaking. As soon as the door closed we were in each other's arms, finally
embracing the partner with whom I had shared such pain and pleasure. After
what we had just been through I don't know how we could have possible become
aroused again, but the feel of her touch, her soft skin, and her breasts
against mine did the trick. My hand went slowly between her legs, and
sinking to the floor of the confining room we both managed to reach orgasm
yet again. We remained for quite a time there, entwined in each other's arms
before the door was opened.
As we were brought from the cell my hands were cuffed and I was soon chained
to the wall, much in the same manner that I had began the day. I looked
longingly at my partner as we were pulled apart and she was allowed to dress
in a thin chemise, and then was blindfolded and cuffed. As the stranger
prepared to exit with my still unknown partner, he stated, "Molly and I have
enjoyed your company immensely. Hopefully you feel the same".
The door closed behind the three people leaving me where I had started.
After some time I fell asleep and awoke hours later to the opening of the
door and the lights switching on. It was Bob.
"Amy, you're a lovely sight, but what are you doing here ?
I replied that I had prepared myself as a "gift" for him, and had been here
since the previous day awaiting him. As Bob came to me and released me from
the cuffs he told me that he and his friend Dennis had gone to Los Angeles
for the entire day to play in a golf tournament and that he had not returned
til that morning. Leading me downstairs to the kitchen Bob volunteered,
"I hope you weren't too lonely here last night."
I had just entered the bathroom to shower when Bob boldly walked in. I
quickly covered myself with my hands as best I could, a bit of a silly
gesture given the previous night's activities.
"Uncover yourself, Amy, hands behind your head."
Slowly, seeming powerless to refuse, I moved to comply with Bob's command,
thus revealing my breasts and pussy. Bob stood near me, and took the
opportunity to fondle my breasts, and pinch my nipples, bringing them to
attention. I felt so humiliated standing naked in the bath with Bob enjoying
my nudity. After all, the bath should be a girl's private time I thought.
"Amy, you have become a bit more than a roomate here. If you are to stay we
must have an arrangement. An arrangement as to your status and duties."
I wanted to move, being quite uncomfortable standing naked as Bob discussed
my living arrangements, but was frozen.
Still fondling my nipples Bob continued, "Simply stated, if you are to stay,
you will stay as my slave. That is, you will do quite anything I desire
whenever and wherever I please."
A "slave", I thought, what a horrible concept. Then I began to think of the
pleasures of the past few days, and even at this moment I was becoming
aroused by Bob's dominance.
"Amy, if you wish to stay, you must beg for me to keep you."
My mind reeled as I considered the situation. Almost as though they were
acting on their own my knees gave way and I dropped to the floor. and began
to kiss his feet.
"Bob, I want to...I will be your slave. Please Bob, Sir, May I be your
slave." I remained groveling on the floor for some time before I was
answered.
"If you are to stay you must obey at all times. Without question. You will
not be permitted underwear or wear clothes that prevent instant access to
your ass and pussy, such as jeans or pants. You will be accessible to me
always. Your wardrobe will be completely my decision, in private or in
public. You will learn erotic dancing for my pleasure, and for my friends.
You will serve those I command you to, without hesitation and as if they
were myself. Any disobedience and you will be punished, or you may be
punished just as a learning experience, or even merely because I wish to do
so, the decision is mine entirely and there is no appeal. Do you understand
all this?"
I looked up at Bob, and with a slight nod, submitted.
"You may continue with your bath."
He took a step back and stood with his arms folded as I stood and stepped
into the shower. As I began to bathe, still under his gaze, I realized the
consequence of the decision I had just made, while at the same time I was
excited by his ownership of my privacy. Feeling more and more excited by the
thoughts of my slavery, I stroked my the soapy slick skin of my breasts as he
continued to look on. My other hand moved downward between my legs and
maneuvered to a position over my clit. Soon my hips responded with
uncontrolable movement.
"Amy, that pleasure is reserved for me. In the future you will ask my
permission to do that."
I ceased my activities and continued with my shower.
"Amy, remain naked and join me in the den when you're . Bob departed and
left me to complete my shower.
Half an hour later, and still nude, I entered the den to find Bob waiting
for me. Feeling a bit uncomfortable in this state, I tried my best to
satisfy my modesty, but Bob soon reminded me that my hands should be behind
my head unless otherwise instructed. I complied with his request and then
without prompting knelt at his feet. Bob reached over to the table and
produced a small box which he opened to reveal a bit of gold jewelry. He
held up a delicate gold choker necklace, with a single loop and locking
clasp. He held it up for me to read the inscription..."SLAVE". Taking the
key from his pocket, he unlocked the chain.
"Bend over Amy, and pull your hair away from your neck."
The words "SLAVE" stuck in my mind as I bent over and pulled my hair away
clearing way for Bob to place the choker about my neck. I was at the "point
of no return" as the lock snapped into place, the feel of the cold metal
exciting me as it embrased my soft skin. I now belonged to Bob and my new
life was about to begin.
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