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Lana and
Jack arrived shortly after 7.30am. My
heart was racing faster than it ever had;
my mouth so dry my tongue kept sticking to
the roof of it. Lana said nothing at
first. She just stood there smirking at
me, eying me up and down. A bearded giant
of a man dressed from head to toe in black
stood behind Lana. I couldn't see his
eyes; they were hidden behind dark
glasses, but I could feel his gaze roaming
over me. I had no idea what to say but
mumbled a greeting and some ingenuous
words about being pleased to see Lana
after such a long period of time.
"We're
not coming in until you undress."
I
immediately felt foolish for thinking I
should have welcomed them inside any other
way. They said nothing as I undressed.
The day
was bleak and miserable outside. Overcast;
a light mist of rain falling; the bite of
winter still in the early spring air.
There was nowhere to hang my clothes so I
simply dropped them to the floor just
inside the front door. All of them. A neat
little pile stacked on top of my shoes. I
couldn't look Lana or Jack in the eye once
I was completely naked; my hands
instinctively searching for the best ways
to modestly cover my nudity.
"Turn
around and put your hands behind your
back."
Lana's
voice lilted in a sing-song fashion. It
was a familiar tone; authoritative and
condescending but not overtly so. I
reluctantly obeyed. The first touch of her
hands on my wrists caused the knot in my
stomach to tighten. Her grip was warm and
firm, holding my wrists together while
Jack bound them with a length of rope. It
was a soft rope but once knotted it locked
my wrists securely together. I twisted and
wriggled my hands a little, testing the
bond. It was strong and clearly
inescapable. Lana's hands slipped up my
arms to a point just below my elbows. I
gasped quietly as she pressed them
together. She was strong considering her
elfin size. I tried to relax as best I
could while Jack bound another length of
rope around my upper arms; Lana's firm
hold eventually being replaced by the ever
tightening pull of the rope. The position
of my elbows touching behind my back
forced me to stand with my breasts thrust
forward in what must have looked
provocative, provocative and unprotected.
I might have had complete freedom in every
other way, but I had absolutely no chance
of using my hands for any kind of defense.
My
immediate feeling was one of panic when
Lana dragged me backwards to stand on the
front porch. I knew the lushness of the
garden in the front yard screened much of
the porch and offered a relatively high
level of privacy from the street, but
there was still the sensation of being
outside, naked and bound. There was also a
heavy feeling now of dread that Lana and
Jack intended to drag me out where they
could humiliate me in front of all my
neighbors. I didn't put it past her to do
something like that to me but it quickly
became apparent she had other ideas.
"Now,
you've made us stand out here long enough
waiting for you; it's your turn to be made
to wait!"
With
that, Lana and Jack stepped past me and
inside my house. The door was closed in my
face and I heard it lock. I felt confused
at first and then more alarmed when my
whispered calls to them went unanswered. I
pressed my ear to the door and could hear
them moving about inside. They were saying
something to each other but I couldn't
make out exactly what. After a minute or
two I gave up trying to attract their
attention. As I resigned myself to being
left outside until they were ready to let
me back in I became acutely aware of how
cold it was outside. My naked body
shivered; my hands bound behind my back
offered no protection from the biting
early morning damp, misty air. The porch
was open to the elements. There was no
place to shelter on it and I began
wondering whether they expected me to try
and find a place outside. There wasn't
anywhere else I could think of to go so it
became a waiting game.
After a
while I had become oblivious to the slick
sounds of cars passing by on the wet road
out front. The front door suddenly opened
and Lana asked where my house keys were. I
wanted to question why she ask but thought
better of it. The door closed again
leaving me to ponder alone. Again I
waited; again the door opened. Lana
grinned as she dangled the keys out of
reach in front of my face and then started
looking around the porch.
"Turn
around and face the door."
I knew
Lana was playing some kind of game and
sensed she was searching for a place to
hide the keys. I tilted my head slightly
to listen as she moved around on the porch
behind me. There's about a dozen hanging
baskets of ferns dangling around the eaves
of the porch. One by one I heard them
being lifted down from their hooks and
then returned high to their original
positions. When Lana told me to turn back
she casually said she'd hidden the keys in
one of the baskets. My task, she said, was
to guess which one and to retrieve it. As
an added incentive to be quick about it
Lana then told me Jack was inside on the
phone ordering pizza to be delivered. She
then complained about having to skip
breakfast to get to my house so early; I
merely felt dizzy with the rush of mixed
feelings. I knew I didn't have a chance of
retrieving the keys myself and had twenty
minutes maximum to consider how
embarrassed I was going to be when the
pizza delivery man arrived. Lana made it
clear she and Jack were going to hide
inside and leave me to explain myself when
the time came.
The
sound of each passing car on the street
now had my stomach swirling
apprehensively. There were moments when
there was nothing but silence. I'd listen
as the sound a motor in the distance grow
louder before passing loudly and fading
again. Eventually I heard one approaching
fast at first then slow and brake at the
front curb. It would have been less than a
minute as the delivery guy organized
himself out in his car but it seemed like
an eternity. Once I heard the sound of a
door opening and closing I knew the moment
had arrived. My naked, bound body shook
uncontrollably.
The
sight of me huddled naked, hands tied
behind my back, shivering in the cold,
stopped the pizza delivery guy dead in his
tracks at the top of the steps to the
porch. There was a long moment of silence
where neither of us obviously knew what to
say. He asked if I was okay; I blushed and
nodded before a flow of words came
stammering out of my mouth. I told him I'd
locked myself out of my house. It might
have almost been plausible if I hadn't had
my hands tied behind my back. It took a
moment for my fantastical explanation to
sink in but he slowly appeared to accept
it. He started to look around, clearly
becoming suspicious.
'Am I on
Candid Camera or something?' he asked.
I shook
my head and repeated my unlikely story. He
then started grinning; holding back
laughter. His cautious acceptance of
things helped ease my inhibitions about
enjoying the thrill I'd been holding in
check since he first saw me. I slowly
stood up and faced him, shuffling from
foot to foot as if sheepishly trying to
hide my nakedness from him. He was now
openly staring at me. The bound position I
was in made me look like I was
deliberately thrusting my breasts at him.
He looked like he wanted to touch them but
he wasn't bold enough to ask and I wasn't
brazen enough to invite him. Instead, he
paused to think and then asked if I had a
spare key.
The
delivery guy couldn't contain his laughter
when I told him 'yes, there's a spare' but
'no, I don't know what basket it's hidden
in.' I blushed like the fool he obviously
thought I was. He just stood there shaking
his head in disbelief and laughing to
himself. By now I knew the question he was
thinking and I would have made up an
answer except the front door suddenly
opened and Lana appeared, he face
contorted with a wicked smirk of smug
satisfaction.
"I see
you've met my slave?"
The
pizza delivery guy visibly went back on
the defensive as he accepted payment in
exchange for the pizza boxes he'd been
holding this whole time.
"There's
already a tip included but you've been
such a good sport about this little game
we've played at your expense you're
welcome to a bonus from my little sex toy
here, if you like?"
I
immediately look at the delivery guy and
he back at me. Both of us were unsure of
what exactly was being suggested but he
was the only one who had a chance to
decline the offer Lana was making. I
didn't want to look but watched his face
for signs as he carefully considered his
options. He wasn't any older than eighteen
or nineteen; half my age but right at the
moment he had as much power over me as a
man of any age. Lana told me to kneel at
his feet and I did, hesitating not for my
sake but in case it wasn't what the young
delivery guy wanted. Kneeling eye level
with the bulge in the crotch of his jeans
convinced me my concerns for him were
unfounded.
"Don't
be shy. Go ahead!"
Lana was
laughing but clearly being insistent as
well. I doubt the boy realized it but Lana
was dominating both of us as he released
his erect penis from his jeans. It sprang
upright out of his loins, hanging in the
air just in front of my face. It wasn't
very large or very thick but it was solid
as a rock; the excited penis of youthful
enthusiasm towards anything involving
sexual gratification.
"That's
a fine cock you have there!"
Coming
from anybody other than Lana the comment
could have sounded patronizing but it
didn't. The young delivery driver was
obviously proud of his penis even though
at four inches or so it was probably the
smallest penis I'd ever seen and I'm no
expert on the subject by any stretch of
the imagination. Lana's admiration of it
enthused him and he immediately clasped it
around its base and aimed it towards my
lips. What followed was a lesson designed
by Lana to educate the teenager away from
premature ejaculation and to prolong my
degrading experience. She spoke to him,
talking soothingly to him encouraging him
not to cum all the while referring to me
as being 'good to practice on'. To this
end I even heard her inviting him to 'drop
around anytime you want to practice face
fucking' and 'bring your friends as well!'
Lana's words were still ringing ominously
in my ears when the pizza guy's penis
erupted with a torrent of hot, slimy jism
filling my mouth to overflowing and
dribbling down my chin. Lana, as if
possessed of ESP, had just told him to
hold my head and ensure I swallowed every
drop. She'd been back in my life for less
than an hour and already I'd been deeply
humiliated and disgraced by her. And the
day was just beginning!
Once
back inside the house I was directed to a
wooden stool sitting in the middle of my
lounge room. A medium sized black rubbery
dildo was strapped standing boldly upright
on the seat. Jack stood beside the stool,
watching impassively as I approached and
warning me not to resist when Lana guided
my hips to position my pussy over the
dildo. I had to stand on tip toe but
eventually I felt the hard smoothness of
the dildo tip slip easily into my pussy. I
gasped under my breath as Jack gently
pushed down on my shoulders forcing me to
deeply penetrated. I bent my knees but the
awkward height of the seat made me realize
I'd not be able to relax my leg muscles
until I'd rested my full weight on the
rubber shaft. The cool comfort of the
wooden seat seemed just out of reach and I
struggled briefly and unsuccessfully to
try and reseat myself more comfortably.
The
dildo hadn't looked all that much bigger
than the delivery driver's penis but it
felt infinitely thicker and longer to sit
on. I grimaced at the flashes of acute
pain that occurred when Lana and Jack,
each gripping one of my ankles, spread my
feet widely apart. It was an awkward,
ungainly position and I was told in no
uncertain terms that I was not allowed to
balance myself with anything more than my
big toes. I pointed my toes and
reluctantly did as I was told, holding my
breath until the painful dull pressure
deep inside me grew numb. I watched as
Jack removed a large black silk scarf from
his pocket and handed it to Lana. She
proceeded to wrap it around my head,
blindfolding me and shutting out all
light. It took a moment to adjust and the
darkness momentarily affected my balance.
Jack sternly warned me about resting my
feet on the floor and I reacted with
immediate obedience. I found that if I
remained perfectly still, I could balance
in the position they demanded.
There
was a long period of complete silence and
I began to think they might have even left
the room. I was in the middle of thinking
it was another bizarre game until I heard
the pizza boxes being opened. Not a word
was spoken and I almost felt like I was
being ignored completely as I listened to
the sounds of them eating except I also
felt intuitively I was being silently
studied; every part of my impaled
nakedness open to them and me obediently
holding the lewd position for their
amusement. Eventually my leg muscles began
to tire and it became an effort to
maintain the unnatural position balances
on the points of my toes. I have no idea
how much time had passed; half an hour
maybe. Finally I heard movement and the
sounds of a satisfying meal complete. The
phone suddenly rang loudly.
I
immediately knew who was calling; I'd made
the 'safe call' arrangement earlier in the
morning. Lana answered the phone in a
nonchalant, happy voice. There was a brief
silence and then Lana called me to speak
with the caller. Jack helped me off the
stool and walk still blindfolded to the
phone. I told her I was okay and there was
no need for her to worry using the code
words we'd prearranged. Lana's cordial
greeting to my friend also must have made
her think nothing at all was happening and
she continued to chat about things I had
no interest in at that time.
All the
while I stood there, somebody holding the
phone to my ear so I could listen and
speak, hands were groping my breasts.
Fingers, possibly Lana's, pinched and
twisted my nipples manipulating them until
they were tense and erect. The longer I
was kept on the phone the more severe the
twisting and stretching of them until I
was forced to turn my head from the
mouthpiece and gasp at the pain. I was
able to keep control right up until the
caller finally bid farewell and the line
went dead. A loud yelp then squealed from
my mouth; a release valve for the pain my
nipples had endured during the call.
I was
returned to the stool and my painful
statuesque position. Lana began speaking,
calling my attention until I focused and
gave it to her. I didn't understand at
first what she was talking about but it
slowly became clear. She had obtained a
copy of a "BDSM Limits Negotiation" list
I'd once made and she had told me she was
going to pick some things from it to do to
me. I don't even remember writing it but
the first thing from the list which caught
her attention was this:
"Interrogation scene.
Experience, yes...willingness four."
The
realization dawned on me that I'd
originally compiled the list based on
fantasies I was having at the time and
that I had no real life experience of this
type of scene and, under the
circumstances, was no where near as
willing to be interrogated as the list
suggested. I doubt it would have mattered
what I had on my list. Lana intended
playing this game and I had no choice but
to play along. Lana's rules, which she
carefully outlined before asking her first
question, deemed that for every "wrong"
answer I gave I would have some cream
applied to either my nipples or my
clitoris depending on the question being
asked. I wasn't sure what she was talking
about until she demonstrated what I could
expect.
At first
the cream felt cold and actually quite
tingly and refreshing massaged into my
swollen nipples. However, the odor was
strong and familiar and within seconds my
nipples were beginning to warm. The heat
continued to increase in biting intensity,
especially after the massaging of it
stopped and it was left to work its own
painful magic. Within a minute it had
taken my breath away and I began writhing
and begging Lana to make it stop. But
instead of being offered any sympathy, I
felt a sharp, stinging blow between my
legs; the strike catching me right on my
pussy and causing excruciating agony. I
immediately buckled over in pain and
clamped my knees together. It was a
mistake.
"Assume
the position!"
Jack's
deep voice barked harshly at me, the
command reinforced with a few more savage
strikes of the small cat-o-nine to my
thighs until I was forced to obey. Lana
waited a minute or so and the burning pain
faded to a bearable warmth. Then the
mentholated cream was reapplied; this
ritual of cream, burning pain, writhing
agony, pussy whipping continuing until I
was forced to endure the cream on my
nipples without moving an inch. It was a
torture which seemed to last hours.
Just
when I was feeling some sense of
accomplishment; something which might end
the cycle of pain, I felt a cold
creaminess suddenly being smeared around
my clitoris. I tried to be brave and
remain composed even though the burning
pain was making me sob and cry
uncontrollably behind the blindfold. Lana
and Jack even quietly reassured me I was
doing the right thing enduring the agony
as bravely as I was and for this I was
promised 'a reward' once the heat had died
down.
My
reward? I could smell Jack's penis before
it pressed itself into my mouth. It felt
larger in my mouth that the pizza delivery
boy; larger and much hairier at the base.
The hairs tickling my nose irritated me
each time he pumped his penis deeply into
my mouth. I could hear Lana asking me if I
was enjoying my 'reward'. I mumbled
something. It was incoherent but it
probably sounded agreeable. That's when I
felt the cream being dabbed on my nipples
and clitoris again. My gasping screams,
gagged by Jack's penis, obviously aroused
him even more than he had been and within
a minute my mouth and throat were flooded
with a gushing blast of his filthy, foul
tasting jism.
It took
a while for my eyes to adjust to the
daylight when the blindfold finally
removed from my tear-swelled, sore eyes.
It felt good having movement of my hands
again also and I flexed my fingers to get
the circulation going again. I was told I
was free to get up and that I should go
and clean myself up. It was a relief to
stand after so long sitting still in the
same position. I noticed the clock as I
passed the kitchen on my way to the
bathroom. Just after 11am. The torturing
had lasted over two hours and it wasn't
yet lunch time. The cascading gentleness
of the water from the shower was blessed
relief; the solitude time to reflect on
what had happened and what might lie
ahead.
I
expected Lana or Jack to cut short my
relaxation but they didn't and I
ultimately began to feel guilty for
spending so long pampering myself under
the shower. It was an indulgence I felt
sure I hadn't been given permission for
but nothing was said when I eventually
returned to the lounge room, still naked,
and found Lana and Jack browsing things on
my computer.
"Moving
right along!"
Lana
turned and grinned at me. A picture of me
bound naked in an embarrassing position
filled the screen. Jack and Lana had
obviously been amusing themselves and
they'd captioned the picture with some
words I couldn't read and then closed the
image, saving it somewhere on my computer.
"How do
I send an email on this machine?"
Jack
invited me to do it for him but he refused
to budge from his seat right in front of
the screen when I moved to take over from
him. Instead he made me straddle his knees
and stand there bent over in front of him
while I launched my browser and found my
way into my Yahoo account. It's a slow
dial-up connection and Jack used the time
to caress my bottom with his large hands.
I first felt his warm breath very close to
my unguarded pussy and then the hot
moistness of his mouth clamp over the tiny
fleshy hood covering my clitoris. I
fumbled with the mouse, instinctively
closed my eyes and moaned softly to myself
as his tongue darted around in search of
my clitoris. I could hear the noises of
his nostrils drawing heavy breaths; a
gentle warm air rhythmically washing over
my pussy and into the sensitive entrance
to my back passage. I became deliberately
slow in clicking my way into Yahoo,
enjoying the pleasurable sensations of his
tongue lashing my clit and tracing lines
up and down along my unfurled pussy lips.
He penetrated me a number of times; his
tongue long and hard like a miniature
penis.
I hadn't
noticed but Lana had been making some
preparations behind my back. Jack pulled
his face away from my pussy and leaned
back so Lana could move in. She held a
finger-sized thin butt plug which looked
to be lubricated with a clear gel. Jack
fingers resumed the caressing his tongue
had been doing to my clitoris and I
clamped my knees against the sides of his
as Lana gently pushed the slippery tip of
the butt plug into the crater of my anus.
I flinched briefly but the seal was easily
broken and the sensations of this small
hard invader pushing past my resisting
ring combined with Jack's stimulating
almost made me collapse with an instant
orgasm.
The
flared, soft rubbery base of the butt plug
holding my buttocks slightly spread made
me acutely aware of the foreign object
lodged inside me. It made me feel light
headed; tingly; in a state of arousal that
felt permanent. The narrow shaft between
the base and the rest of the plug also
made me feel that it might slip out at any
time and this caused my ring to tense
gripping it tightly even though the design
of it would surely hold it in place.
I could
hardly concentrate but I managed to log
into my Yahoo account. Jack then gently
pushed me aside so he could compose an
email, to himself I noticed, and he
attached the picture he'd had on the
screen. I stood by silently waiting and
tingling all over at the strangeness of
the pleasure of everything that I was
feeling. The email disappeared and Jack
announced we were 'ready to go'. My first
thought was they were going to take me
naked somewhere but Lana instructed me to
find some clothes to wear. Her
instructions were specific: a short skirt;
a tennis skirt if I had one, and the
lightest, flimsiest top I could find.
Nothing else; not even shoes. I was also
told matter-of-factly not to touch the
buttplug lodged within me.
Walking
with it stuck firmly between my ass cheeks
provided me with novel new sensations. I
returned wearing a short white pleated
tennis skirt and a lacy white chiffon
blouse. It didn't exactly match the skirt
but it was light and thin to the point of
being almost transparent. I knew once I
got outside the minimal clothing would
feel almost non-existent.
Sitting
in the back seat of Jack's car, my bare
ass cheeks on the cold vinyl and weight
pressing down on the buttplug, made my
head swim in a giddy spin. We drove around
the fringes of town, Jack dodging and
weaving through a series of short cuts
which brought us finally to an older
warehouse district. I felt apprehensive
not knowing where I was being taken but it
soon became clear our destination was a
small row of sleazy sex shops and
brothels.
My
nerves refused to settle after I got out
of the car and followed Lana and Jack into
smallest of the three sex and novelty toy
shops. They seemed to know the owner; a
greasy balding man of advanced years.
Greetings were exchanged and Lana
introduced me. I felt very uncomfortable
by now especially when I was told to turn
around, lift my skirt and show this dirty
old man my impaled bare bottom. There was
no mistaking his delight after I was
allowed to turn back to face him. "We're
after a few things." Lana handed the man a
small scrap of paper and he studied it
closely for a minute before looking up and
baring his nicotine stained crooked teeth
in a lewd smile at me. Jack wandered off
and browsed the racks of magazines; Lana
casually looked at the collection of small
silvery clips, chains and oddities housed
under the glass of the counter; I just
stood there wondering what was going on.
When the man returned he dropped a bundle
of leather cuffs, chains and padlocks on
the glass topped counter.
One by
one they were fitted on me by Lana and
Jack. First a collar around my neck;
heavy, thick leather, fur lined, with a
number of oversized metal rings stitched
into it at regular intervals. After the
cuffs, similarly leather with fur lining
and rings attached, were secured around my
wrists Lana pulled my hands up behind my
head and Jack clipped the wrist cuffs to a
ring at the back of my collar. Finally
thick leather cuffs were secured around my
ankles before being hitched together with
a length of heavy-ish chain about fifteen
inches long.
Lana
announced she wanted a parade. She stepped
up close to stand toe to toe with me,
staring me directly in the eye with her
cat-like green eyes.
"You
play tennis?"
A rush
of panic rushed through me when Lana
gripped the single button holding the
skirt tight around my waist. I slowly
shook my head and replied that I hadn't
for a long time.
"Then,
you won't be needing this anymore will
you?"
With my
hands locked behind my head there was
nothing I could do to stop Lana popping
the button and ripping the skirt from
around my waist. I pleaded briefly to have
the skirt returned but I knew it was
pointless. Worse than pointless. Lana
handed my skirt to the man behind the
counter and asked if he would throw it
away. Jack laughed and I watched
helplessly as the man disappeared briefly
out the back of the shop, returning empty
handed. Lana then slapped me hard on my
bare bottom and told me to parade myself
around the shop. The slap spurred me into
action and I stumbled forward, taking a
moment to find my step in the hobble. Lana
barked orders at me like a drill sergeant,
telling me to go this way and that until I
had returned to where I started. I thought
they'd finished their humiliating game
with me but it became apparent they
hadn't.
"Is this
what you're looking for?"
The old
shop owner had gone to a shelf near the
counter and returned with some kind of
contraption; a small leather triangular
plate with straps dangling from each
corner and an obscenely large, solid black
plastic imitation penis molded to the
plate. I watched as Jack and the man
helped Lana to buckle herself into the
thing; she put the strap on dildo on over
her jeans making it look even more
perverse and intimidating than it might
have been if she were undressed. She
modeled herself in front of a mirror on
the wall, posing this way and that to
accentuate the bizarre look. When she
finally turned her attention to me I felt
a sinking dread of what I knew she was
thinking. I didn't want to bend over like
she asked. She insisted and again I
refused. It was a foolish and futile
resistance easily broken when Jack struck
my unprotected bare ass a number of times
hard as he could with a solid leather
paddle. Slowly I bent over, almost crying
with shame when I felt Lana maneuvering
behind me; penetrating my unready pussy
hard with one firm jerk of her hips. The
rape of my pussy didn't last long and I
expected other perverted shoppers to walk
in on the scene at any moment, but nobody
did.
Just
when I thought it couldn't get any more
degrading, Lana forced me to kneel and
suck off the bubbly residue of my pussy
which coated the first six or so inches of
the shaft. I felt thoroughly revolted and
gagged a number of times before Lana was
satisfied I'd licked it clean enough.
I was
not allowed to get back my skirt or wear
anything except my blouse for the return
trip home. My wrists were unhitched from
the collar, not for any reasons of
permitting me freedom but to allow my
hands the freedom to masturbate according
to the whims suggested by Lana. Where Jack
had taken numerous short cuts to drive
quickly to the shop, the trip home was
long and embarrassing, slowly cruising
busy neighborhoods and even a
drive-through McDonalds with me almost
naked in the back seat being forced to
frig and finger myself for the amusement
of Lana and Jack.
What a
day! It was after 3pm by the time I got
back home. Jack drove up close to the
house but there's still a chance one of my
neighbors might have seen me dash from the
car to the front porch. I was exhausted.
All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep.
Jack and Lana stayed only long enough to
release me from my bonds and then I was
alone and free. Free to contemplate
everything which had happened on this day
of my enslavement to Eddie and those he'd
chosen to do his bidding.
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