By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 35 - Waffles, And Somebody Screams

"Breakfast in 5 minutes. Be here."

The sound of Mr. West's voice calling us to breakfast caused Belinda and Tracey to scramble into a sitting position on the bed and I was helped up to sit between them. Together, we all carefully climbed off the bed and made our way to the kitchen.

I hadn't had the chance to check myself in a mirror, but I felt sure I looked a total mess. I know I felt like one, and the dull throbbing ache of the nipple clamps biting tightly into my nipples didn't make me feel any better. Mr. West was waiting for us and he had another collar for Belinda.

I could tell by the way her body tensed up that the snuff collar terrified her, and I didn't blame her for the way she felt. I felt the same way about the one I had on and I felt sure Tracey did too. Mr. West then outlined his plans for the day.

"Sonya, Jen and I are going to be in the back yard most of the morning. Call via the intercom if you need me to open a door or something. Not you Ingrid... That might be a bit tricky with the ball gag in. I might need to send you out for some stuff from the Walgreen. Can you deal with that?"

I nodded slowly. He then took Jen and Sonya out the back somewhere and left Belinda, Tracey and me sitting at the breakfast table. He was gone a long while and both Tracey and Belinda fidgeted with their plastic forks and other things on the table; each deep in concentration as if their plastic cutlery was a Rubik's cube and they were trying to put all the colored sides correctly back together. I lapsed into thought about the prospect of our shopping expedition.

I remembered Mr. West mentioned something about my duties including shopping for him when he first brought me back to stay at his house. At the time, the thought of going out nude in public filled me with a sense of dread, but it also tantalized me. The thought of having to go out gagged and cuffed and with my nipples clamped and chained to the other two girls ...

Mr. West's house was on the opposite side of town to the one where I used to live; his on the leafy Northern side with mine having been on the more exclusive Southern side, so I felt mildly relieved that the chances of any of my former neighbors seeing me were relatively slim. But then, I also remembered there were a number of other people I knew who lived somewhere on this side of town. I didn't doubt many, if not all were now aware I had been arrested, convicted and enslaved, and I imagined most would be thrilled to see for themselves what had happened to me. People like my former employer, Nelson, obviously already knew, but what of others I used to work with?

I found myself unusually aroused by the thought of some people I knew seeing me. There was a maintenance man named Vic Sutton at the bookstore, for example. He'd always been very friendly toward me, but I always got the impression that, behind his idle chit-chat and jokes filled with sexual innuendo, he was really undressing me with his eyes. Oddly enough, I had never encouraged him to see me this way, but I hadn't been entirely firm in my protests for him not to tell me those jokes or to look at me in the way he did.

There were others too I could think of, but a sudden and blood-curdling scream snapped me, and Belinda and Tracey, out of our silent little reveries. A moment later and Mr. West returned from outside, smiling happily and clearly ready now to sit down to breakfast.

"You haven't told us what you wanted us to get," Belinda spoke for us all.

"Oh," he said. "I've made a little list."

I watched as he retrieved the piece of paper from his pocket, leaned across the table, and passed it to Belinda and what appeared to be a credit card.

"This is my limited funds debit card. There is enough in that account to pay for the items on the list, but not much more."

"Come with me," Mr. West said, rising from his seat again.

We followed quickly along behind him and were almost at the front door when he stopped.

"Wait here," he said before disappearing back down the hall.

When he returned he had a few things in his hands. Among them was a leather blindfold mask for Belinda, and a matching one for Tracey. After blindfolding them, he opened his hand and dangled a long, thread of fine sterling silver chain.

"Spread your legs, Ingrid," he said.

I didn't have any choice or say in the matter, so I did as I was told and separated my feet widely on the carpet floor. On the end of the chain was a bright, shiny silver clothespin. I watched silently as he kneeled between my spread legs, reached up between then, and then, after a moment of pinching on one of the outer lips of my pussy, snapped the tight jaws of the clothespin onto it.

It didn't hurt quite as much as I'd been expecting, but it was quite heavy and the sensations of it stretching me slightly were noticeable. He then ran the chain up between my legs and connected Tracey and finally Belinda in a similar fashion. Both girls let out little yelps. He then pressed a button to disarm the front door and, with a hard slap on my bare ass, he told us to hurry along before the door rearmed itself.

"Remember girls, try not to get lost and be back by noon. Not a second later."

I could feel the chain tugging on my pussy and hear the sound of Tracey and Belinda yelping behind me as I tried to establish some kind of a pace we could all agree on. When I got to the front curb, Tracey crashed into the back of me, and Belinda into her, almost causing us all to fall down like Dominos. They were already cursing and swearing as they stumbled in the darkness of their blindfolds. I looked down the street and felt panicked. Mr. West had said it was a mile there and back. I dreaded the long and torturous march ahead, but the only thing we could do was advance.