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Why Did I Do It?
by Cuffed (address withheld)

***

Wife organises a 'special' night for her and husband, 
but its hijacked by his boss and her lesbian lover, 
Katrina. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr, bd)

***

Chapter One

I had gone without lunch and had tried to leave ten 
minutes early just to make sure I was home in time but 
as always the best made plans...

I was almost at the door when my manager had called out 
"Martin, before you go can I have a quick word?" It was 
the 'Bitch!' my boss Katrina had seen me making my way 
to the door. She may have seen the look on my face 
despite me facing the door, "I'm sorry but it is an 
important matter that can't wait!" She turned on her 
high heels and headed for her office door.

"Damn, I don't need this" I whispered walking behind 
her and into her plush office. By the time I'd got 
through the door and closed it she was settling into 
the large chair behind her desk, I reached her desk and 
stood in front just in time to see her cross her legs 
and the short skirt ride high up her legs, 'so the 
rumour is true, she does wear stockings' my mind was 
telling me not to take the chair behind me but to stand 
before her and keep looking with the hope that the 
skirt rode higher.

I moved to her command, "Take a seat Martin, I have 
concerns over..." My mind had turned off, I was no 
longer thinking of her legs or the conversation we were 
having, all I could think of was my beautiful wife at 
home preparing for our night out.

I guess I must have nodded and yessed in the correct 
places because twenty minutes later I was walking 
through the door out to the car park and walking 
quickly to the car.

Charlotte had spent the afternoon at the spa relaxing 
in the sauna, steam room and having a manicure, the 
night was special, but not a celebration, we hadn't 
seen each of other much recently I'd been working late 
to get a project under way and Charlotte had sat at 
home alone most evenings, this was to be time to 
ourselves, she wanted to look her best for me.

When she arrived back home she poured herself a glass 
of wine and made her way straight to the bedroom 
removed her clothes and looked at her naked self in the 
full-length mirror. She could see why Martin married 
her, she thought vainly, her long legs ended with a 
small rounded bottom, she'd spent hours keeping her 
stomach flat with exercise at the gym and her 38c 
breasts still attracted stares from men as she walked 
along the street and the blonde shoulder length curls 
framed her face perfectly. 

It was time to bathe. She'd added her favourite oils 
and fragrances to the cascade as she climbed into the 
steaming water. She set about rubbing her skin with 
perfumed soap and started thinking about Martin, his 
tall lean body rubbing against hers, the way his hands 
caressed her all over and finally how his huge cock had 
slipped into her to bring her to orgasm every time.

I was stuck in the traffic jams that I'd intended 
avoiding by leaving early "Six o'clock and no later" 
she'd said. I'd laughed at this saying, "And what if 
I'm late?" 

"Just don't!" had been her curt reply.

I was staring at the static cars and lorries ahead of 
me and my mind wandered off thinking of Charlotte 
dressing in silk underwear, easing the stockings along 
the length of her shapely legs and finally the black 
strapless mini dress I'd bought her recently, "Ohh, why 
did I have to work so far from home?" I could feel 
myself getting hard at the thought of her standing 
there straightening the seamed stockings before 
strapping on the high heel shoes. 

The bulge in my trousers was growing to the point where 
it was uncomfortable, I shifted in the seat to ease the 
pressure exerted by my trousers and decided to look 
back at the queue of cars. "Maybe another twenty 
minutes and I'll be there," that would make it six-
thirty, "Shit, she'd be pissed at me."

Charlotte was dressed and finishing her drink at ten 
minutes to six "perfect" she murmured to herself. "Ten 
minutes and he'd be here." She once more straightened 
the black dress and made her way to the lounge smiling 
at the thought of Martin and what was to happen 
tonight. 

It had taken two weeks of precise planning just for the 
one night but what a night it would be for us both. The 
restaurant first, to her sister's house to make 
passionate love all night and then tomorrow to relax on 
the beach. I had been working hard recently and this 
was to be quality time with my wife.

If he was on time he would have exactly one hour to 
shower, shave and have a drink before the car arrived 
to take us to the restaurant, at eleven it would pick 
us up again but this time take us to the cliff-top 
house that was ours for the weekend while my sister and 
husband were away on business, she stepped her way 
through the plan making sure it was complete. 

After that he was hers to do with as she pleased, again 
she checked the stockings and that her dress was 
straight, checked in the mirror that her make-up was 
still perfect.

"Where the hell is he?" it was now six fifteen and no 
sign of him, "I bet that bitch has him working on 
something." She'd tried to call him at the office but 
the bitch answered and had said, "He left ages ago but 
perhaps he stopped off at a bar on the way." Charlotte 
paced across the lounge, the sound of the high heels 
echoing around the marble walls, she put the glass down 
heavily on the table, crossed her arms and cursed 'that 
bitch!'

As I turned into the driveway I saw her silhouetted in 
the front window. "If she was standing there waiting 
for me she was going to be really pissed," I thought as 
I got out of the car and made my way to the door, it 
didn't open as I got there which meant she hadn't moved 
from where I'd seen her.

I found my keys and opened the door and waited for her 
to bawl me out, but nothing "Hi, Sorry I'm late there's 
heavy traffic all over town" 

"That's Ok Darling. Get yourself upstairs and into the 
shower I'll be up with a drink. You need to hurry, we 
need to out by seven," she added. I was surprised by 
this I thought she'd be livid.

Still, I went upstairs, undressed and got into the 
shower, the steaming hot jets of water felt great as it 
washed away the day at work. I finished and walked into 
the bedroom and was surprised to find an ice cold beer 
waiting for me but no sign of Charlotte, I dressed and 
splashed some of her favourite aftershave around my 
face, "that will please her."

I returned to the lounge just as the doorbell rang, 
Charlotte was already by the door and opened it as she 
picked up her handbag and a jacket from the chair. 
There before her stood an Adonis, tall, blonde and 
muscular wearing a chauffeurs outfit and peaked hat, 
"Madam, I'm Gerrard at your service for the evening." 
He smiled revealing perfect white teeth, I could see 
Charlotte react to him by smiling back and saying, "An 
offer I can't refuse." 

She followed Gerrard along the drive to the limousine 
and left me to lock up and tag along behind. Gerrard 
had the door open and was ogling Charlottes legs and 
breasts as she entered the car again he smiled as she 
said, "Thanks." I said nothing as I climbed in and sat 
next to Charlotte. I whispered to her, "Where did you 
get him from?"

"Don't get jealous, he works for my sister and as 
they're away she said we could use him."

I frowned. "I know how your sister would use him so 
when does he get to drive the car." 

"Martin," she chuckled.


Chapter Two

The car swept up to the entrance of Adastra's eaterie, 
the doorman poised to open the door before the car came 
to a halt for me to alight, I turned and offered my 
hand for Charlotte which she accepted. She edged her 
way to the front of the seat and stepped from the car 
giving me a glimpse of her long legs and beautiful 
thighs. 

I'd been to Adastra's before but only as a guest of the 
'Bitch' when she wanted male company for some female 
clients and remembered how expensive it was. I wondered 
how we could afford this place but the thought was lost 
as Charlotte grabbed my hand and led me in through the 
door.

We were ushered to our table by the Maitre'd, it was a 
magnificent room, the walls were lined with works of 
art and from the ceilings hung crystal lights, not 
brightly lit as it was during the day but a subtle glow 
to make it romantic.

We took our seats and were offered the menu, Charlotte 
must have noticed that I was apprehensive about 
ordering, "Don't worry, do you want me to order for 
you." Before I could answer she was telling the waiter 
to get Oysters and Champagne, she smiled at me saying, 
"Only the best will do tonight."

What was so special about tonight? No birthday or 
anniversary that I remembered. 

The rest of the meal was just as fine as the starter 
and was finished with more Champagne and a giant Havana 
cigar, Charlotte rarely let me smoke even when we were 
out for a celebration.

We ordered brandies and as they arrived at the table I 
could see Gerrard guiding the limousine back to the 
front ready for us. Charlotte saw him as he strode up 
to the table and without turning her head gave him a 
curt "Wait" He stopped dead in his tracks, bowed his 
head slightly and moved backwards to the doorway. This 
wasn't the Charlotte that I knew, what was happening! 
She really wasn't the mild mannered woman that she 
usually was.

It took us a while to finish the drinks and as we rose 
from the table Gerrard moved forward to place 
Charlotte's jacket across her shoulders, was he getting 
a little over familiar? Charlotte didn't even 
acknowledge him she simply walked towards the door with 
Gerrard stepping along side her and reaching out to 
open it. I followed behind and nodded as I passed 
through the door.

Back at the car we settled into the plush seats as 
Gerrard started the engine and moved off out of the car 
park. Charlotte sat quietly looking out of the window 
and I couldn't help but look admiringly at her, she 
looked fantastic, her long legs stretched out and 
crossed at the slim ankles. I barely noticed her move 
and press the button on the door but I did see the 
glass partition rise up between us and Gerrard.

I leaned closer trying to kiss her, it may have been 
the motion of the car or the alcohol but as I reached 
across to her I overbalanced only saving the situation 
by steadying myself by placing my hand on her leg. I 
moved my hand further up until it reached the hem of 
her dress and was greeted by her opening her legs 
enough for me to touch the material of her undies with 
my finger tips but no more than that, as I tried to 
push higher I felt her legs close as if to say I'd gone 
too far. 

I looked up at her face and saw that she hadn't averted 
her gaze from the street, this was so different, was 
she embarrassed by my affection in front of Gerrard? I 
didn't care, the bulge in my trousers was set to burst, 
it was the mix of Champagne, the food and seeing 
Charlotte dressed so sexily. I made another attempt to 
touch her but as I did my head began to spin badly.

I hadn't felt like this since the office party some 
months ago, a party where the drink had flowed freely 
and I had drunk far too much. I must have done because 
I woke the next morning at my desk with a pair of silk 
panties in my jacket pocket, the owner of which I never 
found.

I turned my head and tried to focus on Charlottes face, 
I could see her grinning broadly as my eyes closed and 
I fell into unconsciousness.


Chapter Three

The first thing I was aware of was the coldness, it 
felt as though I was outside and stark naked. I knew it 
was cold outside but not this cold! 'Where am I?' I was 
slowly coming too, enough for me to open my eyes but 
still I was in darkness, 'what the hell!' The silence 
was broken by a shriek, 'What's going on?' 

I was beginning to get frightened, "Ah, It looks as 
though he's waking up."

"Let's give her a break and have a look at him."

I tried to move into a sitting position but as I tried 
to move my arms I found that they were trapped behind 
my back and unable to move properly I could only manage 
to roll onto my stomach. "Gerrard, lift him up." A 
second later I felt large muscular hands grab my arms 
and half roll and half lift me into the sitting 
position, it was then that I heard the chain rattling 
between my feet.

"What the hells going on?" I managed to shout only to 
be roughly grabbed around the neck. "Shut him up!" was 
the only reply my question got, then I felt my bottom 
jaw being pulled down and something hard being forced 
into my mouth then a click behind my neck, I couldn't 
move my tongue to speak, I couldn't see because of some 
kind of blindfold and certainly couldn't move, my hands 
were cuffed behind my back, my ankles were chained. 

That's when I started to think we'd been kidnapped by 
Gerrard and a woman. I knew it was a woman because of 
the voice but why was Gerrard being ordered surely he 
was the kidnapper not the accomplice. What was I 
thinking, 'Why would we be kidnapped?' 'Not for money, 
neither of knew any great secrets. Mistaken identity? 
That must be it!'

I started to shuffle around to attract their attention, 
I heard the click-click of high heels heading in my 
direction and then the shock of my hair being pulled 
upwards and backwards. "What's your problem?" the 
woman's voice sternly asked, I shook my head and tried 
to hhmmph to get her to remove the gag but got a 
vicious slap across my face for trying, the force 
stunned me, and it made me angry that I couldn't 
retaliate. What stunned me more was that I recognised 
the voice but couldn't place it, I knew it so well but 
where the fuck had I heard it before?!

"Put him in the seat and let him watch what's going on" 
I was lifted again and dumped unceremoniously in some 
kind of chair, it felt like the sort of chair a patient 
sat in at a dentist's surgery. It was angled backwards 
and I could feel the cold vinyl against my skin, that's 
when I noticed I was stark naked!

A hand tore off the blindfold revealing Gerrard with a 
contemptuous smirk on his face leaning over me. My eyes 
began to focus and I could see that we were in fact in 
a room, a rather bleak room. The walls were painted 
white with stark fluorescent lighting. I lifted my head 
to look around and found the walls were lined with 
strange looking items of furniture. The first thing I 
saw made me think it was a church, it was a cross fixed 
to the wall but when I looked closer noticed that on 
the horizontal spar were restraints and at the foot was 
a bar that had restraints fixed to the ends. 

On the opposite wall was what looked like a wooden 
frame that held a cradle made of chain and canvas, the 
third wall held prison cells, three of them with small 
canvas cradles as beds, the metal bars thick and 
sturdy. 

Looking around the remaining wall areas I could see 
hanging chains, handcuffs and metal bars with cuffs at 
each end. There were ropes hanging from rings fixed 
into the walls. My mind was still whirling, how did we 
get here, why are we here and more frightening where 
was Charlotte? 

I lifted my head from the rest and looked straight 
ahead, I could now see the owner of the voice I 
recognised and shivered when I saw that it was the 
'Bitch' Katrina, my boss. I couldn't breathe for a few 
seconds, seeing her really did take my breath away. 

"Hello Martin, this is a surprise, not for me but for 
you." She circled the chair I was in; I craned my neck 
to keep my eyes on her. I could see that she wasn't 
dressed in the conservative business suit and blouse 
she wore to the office every day. She was covered from 
neck to toe in a black leather cat suit; I could see 
that it fitted like a second skin as she moved in front 
of me. It sculpted her body perfectly, lifting her pert 
breasts high and out and as she turned to move away I 
could see her butt cheeks encased in the leather skin. 

She circled me again firing questions at me, "Do you 
like to be tied up? What's it like to be helpless?" 

I tried to reply but could only Hhhmmph. 

Finally, she relented and ordered Gerrard to release 
the gag, it was good to be able to move my jaws once 
more, I started to deliver verbal blows "Where the fuck 
am I?. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Let me 
go!. You fucking bitch!"

"One question at a time my dear."

"You're in the basement of your Sister-in-laws house, 
I'm getting what I want and I will be fucking soon!" 

One last question, "Where's my wife? What have you done 
with her?" 

I heard someone trying to speak but like me they were 
trying to do it through a gag. I strained to turn my 
head in the direction of the sounds and was shocked by 
what I saw.

There was Charlotte minus her dress cuffed and chained 
to a contraption, it looked like some kind of small 
table, her hands were cuffed to the front legs and her 
ankles chained to the back legs she was bent over with 
her beautiful arse exposed. She was still trying to 
speak but the ball-gag stopped her, I called across to 
her that I would get her out only for Katrina and 
Gerrard to laugh out loud. They were right to laugh 
'what could I do like this?' This made me angry, I 
shook my arms hoping the cuffs and chains would give 
way, I was desperately trying to remove them.

"Let her go! You have me!" I shouted at Katrina but she 
replied, "I want the both of you," she sneered. "You 
see Charlotte and I have known each other for some 
time, haven't we my dear?" 

She started to stride towards Charlotte picking up 
speed as she got nearer, she lifted her hand as she got 
close and brought it down hard across Charlotte's 
backside, She screamed from behind the gag, her body 
collapsing onto the contraption with the force of the 
blow. Katrina lifted her hand and struck again and 
again I could see Charlotte wincing against the blows. 

Between the barrages of blows I could see Charlotte 
breathing deeply, I knew she wasn't suffering too badly 
at the hand of Katrina she was in fact enjoying being 
beaten, Charlotte loved to be spanked when I had 
restrained her at home. I guessed it wouldn't be long 
before she climaxed. 

Gerrard moved around behind Charlotte and looked at 
Katrina for permission, Katrina nodded her approval. He 
stepped up behind Charlotte and unzipped his trousers 
releasing the biggest cock I had ever seen. He rubbed 
the tip against Charlotte's pussy to lubricate it and 
with one swift thrust of his hips buried it deep inside 
her. Even with the gag in place she let out a muffled 
scream of delight as he again plunged into her. She 
straightened her legs to raise her arse higher for him.

Again and again his thrusts pinned her to the 
contraption, her eyes wide open and her breathing 
getting stronger and stronger each time Katrina's hand 
landed bringing her closer to climax. She was now that 
close that nothing could stop her, I saw her body tense 
and with one final slap from Katrina and a deep thrust 
from Gerrard as he came Charlotte bucked backward and 
forward releasing her pleasure, straining for the cock 
to ride. Katrina stood back with Gerrard enjoying the 
sight of Charlotte rocking back and forth on an 
imaginary cock, throwing her head back in ecstasy. 

My cock was stiffening as I watched and desperately I 
wanted to reach round and pump it until I came but the 
cuffs wouldn't allow it, Gerrard laughed at my 
predicament.

Charlotte was in the last throes of her orgasm and 
slumped exhausted onto the contraption.

Gerrard sat at a chair behind him still breathless. His 
cock, now slightly limp, lay against his thigh, the 
head covered in the sticky mixture of Charlotte's 
juices and his semen. 

Having regained his composure he rose and moved towards 
Charlotte, he unclipped the band and removed her gag. I 
could see that she had been drooling because of the 
restraint and now without it immediately licked her 
lips, Gerrard moved forwards holding his cock before 
him and lifted her head using a hand full of her hair. 
He introduced the massive member to her lips and with a 
further jerk of her hair forced it into her mouth. 

She gagged at the size of it but once used to it she 
started again to breathe deeply. Gerrard moved his hips 
rhythmically as he used Charlotte to clean his cock, 
then he withdrew and stepped back zipping the monster 
away in his trousers. Charlotte looked at him as if to 
beg him to return. He simply picked up the gag and 
repositioned it and refastened it. He was finished for 
now. "See you again soon babe" was his parting remark.

I could clearly see red hand marks criss-crossing her 
arse cheeks, Gerrard moved behind her and touched her, 
she bucked at the pain they'd caused. 

I was so intent watching Gerard toying with my wife I 
didn't see Katrina at my side. One flick of the riding 
crop on my still stiff cock brought my attention back. 
She swung a leg across the chair and stood astride me, 
her face close to mine, close enough for me to feel her 
breath on my face and her hard nipples on my chest. 

"I'll tell you now why you're here and how I know your 
wife so well." She stepped away tapping the crop on her 
hand.

"You see, I don't like being neglected, especially by a 
member of staff that I want" I was confused "Do you 
remember I held a party at the office? Oh you probably 
don't you had a little too much to drink!" 

I remembered the party; yes I had been drinking but not 
too excess. What was she getting at?

"I guess you came to the next morning bearing a small 
memento of the previous night?" she paused, and then 
completed it by saying "an item of clothing!" 

It was coming back to me, I had awoken at my desk 
feeling awful, my head was shouting at me and my 
stomach wanted to eject its contents, I was lucky I had 
woken before anyone else had arrived and finding myself 
alone made my way to the washroom to clean up. I'd run 
the taps to fill the basin while I'd taken a pee. 

It was when I'd returned to the basin I noticed in the 
mirror that my pocket handkerchief was not right, at 
first not realising that Charlotte hadn't laid one out 
for me with my suit that morning. I pulled it from the 
pocket and flicked it to straighten it, that's when the 
shock had set in, it wasn't what I had expected, it was 
a pair of red silk undies.

Oh my God! The memories of the night before were coming 
back. I remember having a good time chatting to the 
women that worked there and I remember having a couple 
of beers and feeling rather light headed after the last 
one that Katrina had passed to me. 

What I clearly remember next was bending a woman over 
Katrina's desk and taking her roughly from behind. 

I could make out the fine pair of legs in stockings and 
the high heels supporting the slim ankles. I could 
recall lifting the mini skirt over her back to expose 
the cute arse, slowly slipping my fingers into the 
waistband of the pants while kissing the small of her 
back and drawing them down her legs until she had 
stepped out of them and me leaving a trail of kisses 
back up her legs and arse as I stood up.

I also remember the way she'd loosened my trousers and 
moved them down my legs but had stopped me from taking 
them off fully "It adds to the frenzy" she'd said, I 
remember turning her to face the desk, grabbing her by 
the hair and pushing her head forward until it was 
touching the desk, she was now breathing more deeply 
and I was sure she would climax even before I had 
penetrated her. She had moved her feet apart to allow 
me access to her already wet pussy. It was easy to 
slide my cock into her, she pushed backwards to take 
the full length, she gasped. 

In unison we started to move backwards and forwards, 
our breathing getting stronger and stronger, my grip on 
her hair becoming tighter seeming to heighten her 
excitement, I used her hair to pull her deeper onto my 
cock while pinching her rock hard nipples with my spare 
hand. 

She gripped the far edge of the desk with both hands as 
my thrusts got harder and the grip on her hair 
increased until she could hold out no longer and she 
let out screams as we both came. We had dressed after 
our recovery and I had made my way drunkenly back into 
the party, I hadn't even taken the time to look at her 
to see who it was.

Still in the washroom I realised that if Charlotte ever 
heard a whisper about this I would certainly be doomed. 
I had looked guiltily at every woman in the office that 
day to see just a sign off recognition about last night 
but not even a wry smile from anyone. I waited until 
the office had closed and pinned the panties to the 
doorframe of the Ladies washroom. They had stayed there 
for three days before I entered the office one morning 
and saw that they had gone. Who had reclaimed them 
remained a mystery!

It had all come back to me now; I was shocked when the 
full facts hit me.

I had fucked my boss!! 

And now she was taking her revenge on me.

Her voice brought me back from my nightmare. The look 
of shock must have told her.

"You seem to remember what happened now! The way you 
left me that night."


Chapter Four

She started to explain that I had ignored her advances 
for some time until the night of the party when I had 
'fucked and forgotten' her, she had felt really pissed 
at that so she'd then accessed my Personnel file and 
found out everything about me, where I lived, all about 
my wife and our marriage. She'd even gone so far as to 
join the same gym that Charlotte used to get to know 
her.

They'd met in the shower room one time and had gone for 
coffee. Katrina watched as Charlotte had entered the 
room from the gym, she seemed even more interested as 
Charlotte pulled off the Lycra gym top and shorts, 
scooped up the towel and made her way to the showers. 

As Charlotte had finished showering she carefully dried 
herself and opened the door to leave the cubicle, 
that's when Katrina and Charlotte had collided sending 
both sprawling across the tiled floor with their 
towels, sponges and body soaps landing a split second 
later.

Both picked themselves up admiring each others 
nakedness, Charlotte noticed that Katrina was looking 
very closely at her, feeling slightly uneasy and being  
admired by another woman she apologised and handed 
Katrina back the towel that had landed across her body. 
Katrina accepted both the apology and the towel 
graciously and added a friendly "No it was my fault, 
not looking..." 

The two women exchanged embarrassed glances and went on 
their way, as Charlotte reached the door she turned and 
saw Katrina still looking at her. She reached her 
locker, undid the padlock and started to sort through 
her kit bag looking for her underwear. She heard 
Katrina's voice behind her, "I'm sorry, my names Kat, 
I'm new to the area and feeling a little out of place, 
can I interest you in a coffee and a girly chat?"

It seemed that they got on so well over coffee that 
Katrina plotted to keep me out of the way with the 
project while she homed in on Charlotte.

They'd had dinner together the night after and when the 
talk moved to sex Charlotte had told her how frustrated 
she was because I never seemed to be home nowadays, 
that's when Katrina hooked her, moving in telling her 
how she ought to try sex with another woman.

Katrina was taking great delight in telling me all of 
this as Charlotte looked on still bound and gagged. She 
wasn't moving now she was looking at me with wide open 
eyes.

"Yes, it was that night that I took your wife to my bed 
and gave her the best sex she ever had while you were 
working for me at the office!" She was taking even 
greater delight in telling me this, "We've been lovers 
for months and you were totally ignorant to the fact." 
She wanted to tell me more, she was enjoying the 
torment she was dishing out that she no longer cared.

"I took her to my bedroom, I commanded her to undress 
and she was sooo obedient she did everything I told 
her!" she said mockingly. "Mind you she couldn't argue, 
she was handcuffed to the bed with her legs tied so far 
apart I was sure she was going to split, you didn't 
tell me, Martin that your wife was a gymnast."

Despite my situation I was becoming aroused again, was 
this her plan to tease me like this. She could see that 
my cock was starting to lift again off my stomach, she 
looked at Gerrard, who was still hanging around beside 
Charlotte, "I want him prepared and in the cell, 
Moove!" 

Gerrard gave Charlotte a curt slap on the arse as he 
stepped away and she let out a low groan from behind 
the gag. 

I was still sitting in the chair as Gerrard released me 
from the ankle cuffs and the chain that was around my 
waist. I edged my way off the chair and stood before 
him. He was a good six inches taller and far broader 
that I was, I wouldn't stand much of a chance in a 
fight. I raised my cuffed hands for him to take them 
off but he let out a chuckle and raised his arm to 
guide me to the doorway in the opposite corner of the 
room. 

There wasn't much I could do but obey, I looked beyond 
him and saw that Charlotte was looking intently into 
Katrina's eyes as she spoke, I couldn't hear what she 
was saying but there wasn't a reaction from my wife.


Chapter Five

As Gerrard and I reached the door he turned the handle 
and pushed it open and ushered me inside, the room 
wasn't as brightly lit but I could make out a shower in 
one corner and a bath along one wall. Again though 
there were rings fixed into the wall with chains 
attached.

Gerrard closed the door and gestured for me to raise my 
hands, he produced a key and undid one of the cuffs but 
before I could do anything the open cuff was closed 
onto the end of the chain. While we were alone I took a 
chance to speak to him "Hey man, what's going on here, 
what's your part in this?. I'm just here for a ride!" 
he replied. 

I tried to plead with him to let me go but he flatly 
refused, "What does that fucking Bitch hold over you 
then?" His mood changed I knew I'd hit a nerve, "Hey 
arsehole don't speak about my sister like that, it 
could be dangerous for you!" 

Shit! The plot was thickening badly, Katrina really had 
it in for me, and she'd got her own brother a job with 
Charlotte's sister just for this!

I retreated back against the wall in shock, I looked 
into his eyes and saw what could have been a rage 
burning so to cool things down I turned towards the 
shower, I didn't need any further guidance I reached 
into the cubicle and turned on the shower, once inside 
and enjoying the hot spray Gerrard left the room.

On my own I looked at the window high up in the wall 
but was disappointed to see the steel bars across it 
stopping any escape.

I used the time to wash and warm up under the hot water 
but was interrupted when the door opened. This time it 
was Katrina who entered the room still brandishing the 
crop. She reached over and unlocked the chain from the 
wall and gave a sharp tug that pulled my arm high to 
the side of the cubicle.

"Out now and follow me!" She ordered, as I left the 
cubicle I managed to grab a towel and tried to wrap it 
around myself but with Katrina pulling on the chain and 
the handcuff still fixed it was near impossible.

She took me through another door and into what looked 
like a bedroom. 

"This room has no other exits so don't bother trying to 
escape!. Now dress" she said as she removed the 
remaining handcuff, "In what?" 

I replied, "It's all on the bed for you. Oh and I want 
you fully dressed," was her final comment as she closed 
the door.

I stood still for a few seconds wondering if this was 
real or some terrible dream.

I looked around the room and saw the bed was over by 
the far wall and wasn't directly lit but I could see a 
pile of clothes there.

As I neared the bed I could make out the outline of my 
suit laid neatly on the bed, my shirt on a hanger and 
my socks and shoes on the floor. The only thing that 
appeared to be missing was my underwear! 

I lifted the shirt from the hanger and put it on, as I 
lifted the trousers from the bed something slid onto 
the floor, I bent to pick it up and found that whatever 
it was made of a smooth material, obviously not 
something of mine. 

I fumbled for a light switch and found the dimmer near 
to the bedside table. I turned the knob and waited for 
the lights to react. As more light shone from above me 
I could clearly see that what I held in my hands was 
the red silk undies I'd found in my pocket the morning 
after the party. 

This confirmed it, my mind was racing, I had been with 
Katrina that night and had treated her very very badly. 
But then seeing her tonight dressed as she was maybe I 
hadn't done so wrong!

'She'd said to be fully dressed?' 'Did she expect me to 
wear her underwear?' 'Shit! Was I ready for this?'

I pondered my position for a few minutes and finally 
decided that I didn't want to piss them off by not 
wearing them but to be seen in them would be 
embarrassing in front of Charlotte. Having seen what 
they did to her what did they have in store for me?


Chapter Six 

I took one last deep breath and opened the door, even 
though the lights in the room burned only slightly 
brighter I had to wait while my eyes adjusted. There 
was silence at first but it was broken by the sound of 
high heels again coming towards me. 

"Gerrard, restrain him and lock him in the cell." 

I knew it was pointless defying the command as he 
pulled a pair of handcuffs from the shelf, I offered my 
hands in front of my body to take the restraint but 
Gerrard advanced and deftly took my right hand in his 
and twisted it behind my back and snapped the cuff on 
in one movement. While he held my captured hand behind 
me with his right hand he grasped my left hand and 
pulled it behind my back with his left and snapped the 
remaining cuff into place.  

The cuffs weren't tight but held my hands in place, I 
foolishly thought that that was it but then Gerrard 
produced a set of leg irons and snapped them around my 
ankles. 

A shove in the back told me to move forward; as I 
looked at the cells I saw that Charlotte was now 
occupying the first barred room in the row of three. I 
made my way towards her, shakily at first now that the 
small length of chain between my ankles stopped me 
taking my normal stride. After a few paces I grew 
better at moving.

Katrina walked past me and opened the gate to the 
second cell, not the first as I'd hoped but in a 
separate cell to Charlotte, I wanted desperately to be 
with her but that was not to be, still I could speak to 
her.

I could see that Charlotte was no longer gagged the way 
that she had been, the ball gag had gone, now she only 
had her hands cuffed before her and leg irons between 
the pretty ankles. She was still barely covered by the 
black briefs and stockings but had had her bra returned 
to her. 

Even after the trauma she had suffered she still looked 
incredibly sensual.

As I entered the cell I looked around it, the only 
furniture it contained was a canvas cot, the walls 
again contained embedded rings at differing heights 
allowing restraint of all kinds.

I made my way to the cot and sat, Katrina and Gerrard 
left the room giving us time to compose ourselves and 
talk. I turned to face Charlotte and saw her looking at 
me, she gave me a half hearted smile.

"You OK, Babe?" I asked her, a stupid question bearing 
in mind recent events. 

Surprisingly she replied, "Yeah, I'm feeling 
fantastic!"

I asked, "What happened to me in the car? I must have 
passed out..."

"We were both drugged, it was in the Champagne they put 
in the car for us. I woke up before you and found 
myself chained over that table thing." 

She tried to brush back a curl of her hair but found 
that she had to use both hands because of the 
handcuffs, in frustration she balled her hands into 
fists and struck out at an imaginary enemy. She turned 
and sat on the end of the cot, she squealed in agony as 
her bruised cheeks came into contact with the fabric. 
She endured the pain to relieve the aches in her 
muscles having been bent double for so long.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that Katrina was your boss, 
she seemed so friendly. I needed someone to talk to 
when you were away."

I tried to reach through the bars to stroke her hair 
but only managed to touch her back with my fingertips. 
"I'm sorry for betraying you with her! I think she 
drugged me then."

We sat in guilty silence for a few seconds, that was 
until Katrina and Gerrard entered the room, it appeared 
that they too had freshened up and had changed outfits.

Gerrard no longer adorned in the grey suit and knee 
high leather chauffeurs boots but stood before us 
flexing his muscular body wearing just a pair of PVC 
shorts that gripped him tightly, so tightly that we 
could see his huge cock clearly. Around his neck a 
leather collar was secured with a buckle and clipped to 
it was a length of chain, the other end was held firmly 
in Katrina's left hand as if she were parading her pet 
dog. 

Katrina stood behind him, I could see that she was now 
wearing a long black cape and boots that covered her 
legs as far as her thigh with a long pointed heel, and 
she wore beneath the cape a corset, boned and laced 
that held her breasts high and forward. 'If only she 
wore this to the office!' 

She held the cape across her lower torso stopping me 
from looking at the undies she wore. I could see the 
smile she wore had an evil glint to it.

"I'm glad to see your both sitting comfortably, I'll 
tell you now about part two of my plan."

"I'm sure you've been honest enough to tell Charlotte 
about our meeting the night of the party but if you 
haven't I'm going to now."

She started to pace back an forth in front of us in an 
authoritative manner, Gerrard stood still, the length 
of the chain allowing him to stand there and smile 
gloatingly at Charlotte, as if to say 'I'm looking 
forward to you again!'

Katrina turned and looked directly at me "Do you know 
what you put me through that night?" I must have looked 
blankly back at her, she didn't look very pleased. Her 
voice changed to one of anger and displeasure. 

"You started by following me into the washroom, you 
waited outside the cubicle while I took a pee and when 
I came out you didn't say a word but grabbed me from 
behind."

"You slammed me face first against the wall and told me 
you to 'assume the position'. Then you made me put me 
hands behind my back and taped my wrists together"

"I then felt your hands move up my arms and around onto 
my chest, you then checked inside the cups of my bra 
and all around my breasts." She started to pace again 
tapping the riding crop against her leg.

"When you finished there you moved your hand down over 
my stomach and down inside the waist of my skirt. I 
could feel you roughly pull my underwear aside and your 
fingers start to explore my pussy." 

"Hey, I had to check you for weapons," I said with more 
that a hint of sarcasm. 

This only pissed her off more; she swiped at me through 
the bars of the cell with the crop only just missing 
me. Gerrard lunged forward trying to grab the shoulder 
of my jacket, I rolled backwards onto the cot to avoid 
being held and ended up kneeling on the floor as the 
cot tipped under the uneven load.

"Leave him," Katrina said, "I'll deal with him soon."

"May I continue?" she asked regaining her composure, I 
nodded and sat back on the cot this time determined to 
keep on their good side.

"When you'd had a good feel you turned me around and 
pushed me down onto my knees, you held me by my hair as 
you unzipped your trousers and forced me to open my 
mouth." 

I could see that Gerrard was beginning to become red in 
the face, unable to hold back his anger. I turned to 
look at Charlotte but was greeted with a look of great 
disdain.

"Not only did you make me suck your cock but when you'd 
finished you made me walk with you to my office, still 
bound, bend over and there you fucked me and left me 
over my desk while you went back to the party."

Either I had missed a great deal of this or she was 
telling a damn good tale, all I could recall was the 
last part!

"Now I want to get even, now I want you to go through 
what I did!"

Charlotte turned her head and looked at me, I wasn't 
sure if her face carried a look of concern or was it a 
vengeful smile? Now that she was under Katrina's spell 
was she enjoying this evening, was what she'd been 
through part of it? Was my Charlotte now one of 
Katrina's pets?

"Shall we get started?" Gerrard smiled as Katrina let 
him off his leash, he started towards the cell holding 
Charlotte and opened the door. Taking hold of the short 
chain between the cuffs led her out and towards the far 
side of the room.

Katrina stood looking at me and smiled broadly as she 
opened the gate and led me out the same way Gerrard had 
Charlotte but this time took me to the centre of the 
room.

Gerrard pushed Charlotte tightly against the metal bar 
that ran from floor to ceiling and held her there with 
his body while he reached above her and pulled down a 
bar attached to the pole. He undid the cuffs holding 
her hands and dropped them to the floor, he grabbed her 
arms, pinned them to the bar and fixed her a gaze that 
told her not to move. 

At each end of the bar was a leather cuff; he placed 
her left hand into the cuff and tightened it with the 
leather strap and a small padlock. While he was doing 
this Charlotte never moved her eyes from his, he moved 
across her body and fixed her right hand into the other 
cuff. Her hands were now far apart and above her head.

This was followed by Gerrard moving her legs apart to 
reach the ankle cuffs fixed to another bar at the 
bottom of the pole. With her pinned securely to the 
pole he picked up a knife from a table and proceeded to 
cut through the soft material of her bra. She let out 
an excited gasp as it fell to the floor. Her beautiful 
breasts now hung freely with her nipples looking 
swollen and ready for sucking.

Gerrard averted his stare from her eyes to her waist, 
Charlotte was becoming more excited, her chest heaving 
with every breath, he then looped a finger through the 
waistband of the black thong she wore and followed it 
closely with the blade of the knife, he fixed his eyes 
back to hers, I could see her enjoyment as the steel 
gave a slight tug to the silk and was repeated on the 
other side. The flimsy material fell from her waist and 
slid down the inside of her legs until landing gently 
on the floor between her feet.

Looking back up her body I could now see her standing 
naked her legs parted by the bar, her pussy now on view 
for us all to see. Gerrard reached behind her and drew 
a two inch wide metal belt around her waist and clamped 
it firmly in place with a padlock. He gave her a smile 
and turned towards me and Katrina. I had stood there 
unable to do anything but watch.


Chapter Seven

Gerrard joined us in the middle of the room, Katrina 
still firmly gripping the handcuffs that circled my 
wrists. Gerrard stood in front of me returning my 
stare, Katrina motioned for him to collect something 
from a table over by the wall behind her. I found out 
quickly what it was as again I was blindfolded, I hated 
being unable to see what was going on, vulnerable.

Above me I heard the rattling of chains and then felt 
the chain being fed between my wrists and locked in 
place. As the remaining chain was dropped I felt the 
weight on my wrists, behind me I again heard the 
rattling but this time it was more controlled as if 
being pulled. After a few seconds the chain grew taut 
and my wrists were dragged up high above my head, not 
enough to lift me off the ground but enough to raise me 
onto the balls of my feet.

The strain on my wrists was bearable but I still hoped 
I wouldn't be like this too long. My head raced with 
thoughts of what would come next, I didn't have to wait 
long before I felt my jacket and shirt being loosened. 
It must have been Katrina undressing me as I heard 
Gerrard call out "Let him see what's happening!" I 
couldn't work out where he was but he wasn't close.

The blindfold disappeared as fast as it appeared, as I 
opened my eyes to the light all I could see was Katrina 
leering at me holding a pair of scissors in one hand 
and the knife in the other. She stepped forward and 
started to hack at my jacket with the scissors; I tried 
to move away but only managed to swing around on the 
chain that held my arms high. 

She moved back around in front of me and continued the 
operation, she finished with the jacket and shirt and 
turned her attention to my trousers, I became agitated 
at this, desperate to hide from Charlotte that I was 
wearing a pair of women's red silk undies. 

I had my back to Charlotte and my head bowed as my 
shredded trousers fell to the floor, it took a split 
second of realisation before Charlotte let out a 
shocked laugh and screamed, "So its true!!" 

My embarrassment was complete, "No, no! Its not what 
you think, these are hers." I tried to point at Katrina 
but only managed to swing around on the chain, now I 
faced her and she could that my cock was bulging in the 
silk panties.

She leaned against her restraints, staring at the 
mammoth hard-on straining to stay covered. I must admit 
that when I was pulling them up my legs I felt very 
turned on, but now I was rampant and with the reaction 
from Charlotte was dying to get free and take her in 
every possible position. We struggled against the 
restraints as Katrina, now standing between us, waited 
while Charlotte and I both came close to orgasm despite 
being yards apart.

As we calmed down she moved towards me and gave my cock 
a slap saying, "Don't get too excited you'll be needing 
that later." I should have made some sort of 'FUCK OFF' 
comment but I didn't care, I had a raging hard-on and 
needed to bury it in a pussy, what was worse was that I 
didn't care whether it was Charlotte's or Katrina's.

She was now behind me groping my arse and digging her 
nails into the flesh, it hurt but I was becoming more 
and more turned on by it. The pleasure stopped, "Be 
still, I'll be back in a minute or two", I tired to 
crane my neck to see where she was but could only see 
the cape waving in the air as she moved away. I looked 
at Charlotte hoping that she could see and tell what 
was happening but see was still focused on my groin.

The silence was broken by the sound of squeaking wheels 
behind me; I spun myself around on the chain and saw 
Gerrard guiding what looked like a hospital trolley 
towards me. He stopped as the mattress touched my 
stomach, up close the mattress was much bigger than 
usual, the whole thing was the size of a double bed. 

I could see over his shoulder that Katrina was 
gathering more chains and restraints to be used on me. 
She rejoined Gerrard taking over control of the bed as 
Gerrard moved behind me, he grabbed me by the legs and 
lifted them in front of me leaving me to bear my weight 
on my wrists. He manoeuvred me over the bed and laid me 
down. I was now more comfortable but still restrained 
hand and foot. 

I stretched my arms to get the blood flowing again but 
Katrina took the opportunity to pull them back above my 
head and fastened them to the frame of the bed. Gerrard 
at the foot of the bed was releasing my ankles from the 
cuffs and was fixing poles to each side of the bed and 
then chained each ankle to a pole, leaving me spread-
eagled, Katrina looped a belt across my torso and 
clipped it to the side of the bed stopping me from 
lifting my body from the mattress. 

"Not too tight I hope" she knew I was stretched enough 
to make me uncomfortable.
Gerrard must have kicked the lever that released the 
hydraulics to lower the bed as I started to see more of 
Katrina's body the nearer it got to the floor, as it 
came to a rest about a foot from the floor I could see 
her fully for the first time.

Six inch high heels supporting five feet ten inches of 
statuesque redhead encased in an ankle length cape, 
peeking through from beneath was the black corset and 
panties. Her lower arms were sheathed by black satin 
gloves, her right hand still swishing the riding crop 
backwards and forwards as if practicing a good hard 
beating. She was a vision I had dreamt of for many 
hours at the office but never envisaged that I would 
see her let alone be trussed up in front of her.

She stepped onto the bed from the foot end and stepped 
along the firm mattress until she was level with my 
crotch, she had a wicked smile on her face as looked at 
me, the riding crop was lowered and I braced myself for 
the initiating blow but was surprised when it traced 
the length of my cock, it was enough to spark it back 
into life, again I felt it straining against her silk 
undies making me want some relief even more.

The crop continued its journey from my cock and up onto 
my stomach and then across my chest making me breath 
more deeply, she moved it up onto my lips and ordered 
me to 

"Kiss it!"

In my situation I hadn't dare not comply so I puckered 
up and kissed the leather flap. She let out a laugh 
"See whose in charge now, Slave" She was right, 
although I had told her exactly what to do the first 
time round she was definitely running things now.

Not being in control made me feel even more rampant, my 
cock was close to bursting point, if she didn't do 
something to me soon I would most leave a stain on the 
silk that surrounded it.

She could see that I was starting to move my hips as 
far as I could bearing in mind the tight strap, Her 
smile grew even more when she saw the discomfort the 
panties were putting me through. She slowly lowered 
herself until her pussy was gently touching my cock, 
she started to move her hips back and forth just enough 
to brush my cock with her pussy. I could have exploded 
there and then but as she saw my muscles tighten she 
gave me a single flick with the crop which was enough 
for me to pull back from the edge of coming, "See now 
what its like to be in control." 

When the pain had subsided I opened my eyes to see 
Katrina unclipping the cloak and casting it aside, I 
could now see that she was wearing a pair of PVC 
panties that were sealed with a zipper from the 
waistband to somewhere between her legs, the leather 
tab attached to the zipper swung provocatively in front 
of her pussy. 

She took another step forward so she was standing 
astride my chest, she bent forward at the waist, her 
face now just inches from mine, I looked towards my 
feet and was greeted by the most perfect view of her 
breasts encased in the corset. She gloved fingers 
reached for the laces that held them in place and 
started to undo the bow at the top, she continued to 
ease the laces down to her waist and as the final loop 
was removed it fell to the floor.

I craned my neck trying to attach my mouth to her 
nipple but she moved backwards enough for the nipple to 
brush my nose teasingly.

Without warning she lowered herself further down until 
the tab of her PVC panties was just above my mouth, I 
didn't need any further instruction I knew to grip the 
tab in my mouth and hold it tightly, she manoeuvred her 
hips so that the zipper purred open and I could see her 
shaven pussy just a few millimetres above me, she 
allowed me to see it for just a few seconds before she 
turned around and sat on my chest and started brushing 
it with her pussy. The feeling of her thighs each side 
of my chest and her pussy rubbing back and forth was 
unbelievable I yet again was close to shooting my load.

I opened my eyes and took a look at her arse sure that 
that would be enough to trigger my climax then felt her 
slip my cock out from under its silken trap something 
slid over the end of it, I started to breath deeply and 
buck my hips expecting her to climb on but was brought 
to tears as I felt the extreme pain, she had taken my 
length in her mouth and clamped her teeth tightly low 
on the shaft, I instinctively tried to draw my knees up 
to protect myself but the chains stopped any hope of 
protection.

"Not 'til I'm ready," she sneered as the pain subsided. 
"FUCK ME, you bitch!" I commanded her. This brought a 
different reaction to the one I expected, instead of 
the pain of another blow I felt her move down the 
mattress and lower her pussy down onto the length of my 
cock.

I closed my eyes desperately tightening every muscle of 
my body to stop myself coming there and then. When the 
sensation had eased I opened my eyes and pulled my head 
up off the mattress.

Now that she had moved I could see past her and saw 
Charlotte swinging off her restraints in ecstasy and 
about to come just watching Katrina sitting astride her 
prisoner.

Slowly Katrina slid up and down purring with pleasure, 
I could hear her breathing growing deeper and deeper I 
could feel her hands grabbing my thighs tighter as she 
started to feel the waves of climax washing over her, 
my own body started to lift off the mattress to meet 
her every thrust, the sight of her and Charlotte so 
close to coming simultaneously was more than I could 
take and as the both started to moan and scream I 
pulled the trigger and shot a flood of come high into 
her pussy, Katrina's thrusts became more and more 
intense as the crescendo swept over her. Charlotte was 
throwing herself back and forth despite the chains 
restricting her movement until she to reached the peak.

Behind me I heard groaning but not the high pitch of a 
woman, then I realised that Gerrard had been watching 
the proceeding melee and had literally taken things 
into his own hand, taking his cock out and was bringing 
himself off by hand, It was only a few seconds later 
that I heard him climax and slump against the wall 
exhausted. 

Charlotte, Katrina and I, all energy drained were 
unable to move and just stayed in the same positions 
until we had regained our breathing and composure.

Katrina was the first to move sliding down off the bed 
she stood before me smiling broadly like the Cat that 
had the cream, her hands on her gently swaying hips.

She looked at Charlotte who by now was standing up 
straight against the pole and then threw a glance at 
Gerrard behind me wiping his hands.

Looking directly at me she announced, "I have decided, 
I like this arrangement and as of Monday..." she bowed 
her head and walked slowly around the room.

"Charlotte, you will come and work for me as my 
housekeeper, you will dress to a code that I will 
decide, you won't be paid but you will get all you need 
from me and... Gerrard."

"Martin, you will work more closely with me at the 
office, in fact you will be at my side at all times, at 
my beck and call any hour of the day." You also will 
have a dress code and will rely on me for your keep."

"You'll both sign over to me everything you own or I'll 
make sure that you end up with nothing!"

"You're now mine!"

END

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okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
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