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This story contains BDSM, slavery, and other such items. All of these
items may not be in this story but WILL be in future installments. Please
send comments and suggestions to x00783@yahoo.com. This is my first story
and hopefully more will follow.
This work is copyright protected by L.A. Markham. This story may be
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faChapter 1 - The Discovery
"What the hell is going on around here Trisha? I asked.
"None of your damn business you son of a bitch!" Trisha snapped at me.
Let me take a second and explain what is going on here. I will start
with a little history. I work from home on most days but once a week I go
to a client site to work on their security. I spend the rest of the week
at home hacking that company trying to find as many ways into their systems
as possible. Usually I can access the payroll and accounting systems and
some other classified info as company drawings, email and other systems.
My wife does not work. She stays around home and does the usual
cleaning. Nicole, my wife, will also go out with her friend Trisha
shopping and so on. Nicole and Trisha have been friends now for about 10
years. I know they have had each other on multiple occasions. Usually it
happens when I am out of town. I don't mind it; actually I really like the
idea of those two at it. My wife is 5'7" with brown hair down to her lower
back. She would not be very happy with me saying her weight but due to her
current situation she is not in much position to fight. My wife ways 147.3
pounds exactly. She is not extravagantly sized but is a nice 34C. Trisha
is 5'6"ish and about 140 or so pounds. She has shoulder length brown hair,
which is usually in a ponytail or braid of some sort.
I had a meeting to attend in Chicago at a client site. Since I live in
Columbus I decided to fly there. The meeting went with little issue and it
was let out early. I was planning on staying the night since this was
supposed to take two days but I got an early flight back into Columbus.
The flight as usual was uneventful except for a mild security scare at the
airport.
As I pulled into the drive I saw that Trisha was over. I was hoping
that I might actually catch them at it. I got out of the car and went up
the walk. After stepping inside the house I could smell a strong sent of
sex. They either were or just did have sex. I put my coat in the closet
and walked into the living room where I just about died. They were still
having their little fun but not the way I expected. On the floor was my
wife. She was on her knees with her arms drawn between her legs. Her face
was pushed to the ground. She was wearing a very shiny rubber suit, which
covered from head to toe. She also had some very high eels on. At first I
thought they were 4 or 5" but later I measured them at 6". Her suit had
holes for her breasts, which appeared to be rather squeezed by the
openings. There were also opening for her cunt and ass. On the suit there
were little D-Rings on the knees, elbows, shoulder, and thighs. There were
clips on the side of her ribcage that hooked to the knees keeping her bent
over. She also had what looked like a very thick hood on also. Her ankles
and wrists had cuffs with master locks on them. There was a bar that ran
across the back of her ankles. From the back I could see that her ankles
and wrists were cuffed to the bar. Nicole's ass and cunt were nice and
neatly presented to me. Her cunt, ass, and suit were all very wet and I
could tell that it was her juices that had made everything wet. Her ass
had a butt plug and there was a nice sized vibe sitting there buzzing away.
Every now and then I would hear her moan or see her twitch but not much.
Just as I was about ready to go over to her and look more closely Trish
walked in the room. She was a bit pissed about seeing and started yelling
at me. She accused me of snooping and trying to get what I could never
have. I just idly looked at her. She was dressed from the head down in a
skin tight suit like Nicole's but Trish's had no clips or rings on it.
After listening to her ramble for 5 minutes I told her to shut up and
pusher her onto the couch. She yelled and cursed me out more. I just took
off my suit coat and tie and put my lap top bag in the corner. Trisha
yelled and threatened me more. Apparently I pissed her off by being home.
Nicole tried to thrash around but only did so for about 30 seconds. Then
she just twitched. I figured she heard me and was trying to get my
attention or hide. Trish by this point walked over to me and grabbed my
hair. She yanked my head about 3 inches before my left hand went to her
hand in my hair and my right hand went to her right nipple. I pulled on it
hard and she let go immediately and yelped. Nicole just stayed where she
was. I pulled harder on her nipple causing more tears and cries from her.
I tossed her onto the couch and told her if she moved I would remove her
nipple. She sat their nurturing her nipple and crying softly.
I walked over to an open bag on the floor and noticed a nice set of
toys, of which I assumed were Trish's. I rummaged through every so often
glaring at Trish to make sure she went nowhere. I got a 2 pair of and
cuffs out and tossed one to her. After telling her to cuff her ankles she
said no and I did was point to my nipple. She bent forward and cuffed her
ankles together. The reason why I had her do this was so she could not get
creative and decide I needed to sing in a higher octave. Knowing that her
legs were now succumbed I went over to her and tossed her on her stomach. I
pulled each hand behind her and cuffed them. I then pulled her into a
sitting position.
"Trisha it is a real simple, you tell me what I want to know or we will
escalate this situation. Now what the hell is going on? Why is my wife
the way she is?"
"Listen up you little fuck. Your wife has been my little toy now for a
year. She made a bet and lost. Since she lost the bet she has been my
little plaything. You were to fucking stupid to realize it!"
I got up and walked over to the bag and got a set of clover clamps. I
walked over to her and snapped them on each nipple as hard as I could. I
apparently got the point across when she looked down and saw a trickle of
blood. "Now Trashy Trisha, you can either do this the nice way or the hard
way. I don't care which way but you will cooperate with me. No more
swearing or I can find something for your clit." She shook her head no at
that. "Answer my questions when I ask them or this can get VERY painful.
Now what is going on here?" Trisha was still crying. I could also see that
she was very shaken.
"Sniff. Sniff. Nicole and I have been having sessions on her behavior
while you are gone. We have been doing this now for a year. When you
leave she is put in some form of bondage from cuffs to this or even some
more."
"I am assuming her thrashing is due to her hearing us, correct?"
"No," she stated. "She has to mini ear pieces with stuffing over them.
The helmet has 1/2 inch thick ear pads over the ears. The earpieces are
pumping white static into her ears. She has total sensory deprivation.
She thrashes and shakes every so often because of the dildo in her." She
smirked at this. "The head of the dildo is pushed up right to her cervix.
The head is inflated slightly to keep her from expelling it. The
vibrations on her keep her close to orgasm but it also painful with the
dildo pushing on her cervix. She has been like this now for about half and
hour now."
"Hmmm..." I sat there thinking for a minute. I looked over at Nicole
and she was still there twitching. I could hear here moans. I looked over
at her and said, "Where is the microphone for her earphones." She pointed
over to the end table. I looked over. It was a regular wireless mic. It
was like the ones that they were on Jerry Springer. I walked over and
picked it up. I went back over to Trisha and sat right next to her. "You
are going to tell her that you will be removing the vibe and plug. You
will then be walking her downstairs to the basement, where she will be
secured. Ok?"
She shook her head. I put the mic to her mouth. "You hot in their
sweetie?" She twitched a bit and trying to shake her head but it did not
move well. "We are going to be moving to a new spot. I am going to be
removing the vibe and plug then we move to he basement. There the next
part of your torture." I turned the mic off.
I got up and removed Trisha's handcuffs. I pushed her to the floor and
told her to do her work. She looked at her ankles but I just stared at
her. She crawled over to Nicole and deflated the vibe. She removed it and
Nicole moaned pretty loud through her gag. Trisha then removed the plug
from her ass. The plug was pretty clean so I am assuming she was given an
enema earlier. I will have press that later. Trisha then released the
cuffs from the bar and Nicole's hands went to her cunt. Trisha quickly
clipped them to her waist by the hooks and rings. She then released the
hook holding her bent over. I walked over to her and unlocked the cuffs
around her ankles.
"Help her stand and walk her downstairs slut." I was pretty amazed that
my Nicole and Trisha did this. They had conspired a year on this and get
away with it.
We walked towards the stairs. On the way I grabbed the bag and the mic.
It took about 20 minutes to get down the stairs. Once we were in the
basement I motioned Trisha over to my work area in the basement. Since I
do a lot of computer work I have large table areas that that have anchor
point for power and cable tie downs. In this case it is perfect for hands
and such.
"Lay her on the platform Trisha. Then use these tie downs to hold her
down." I tossed her the tie downs. She spread eagled her and tied her
down. Nicole idly tried pulling on the restraints not really expecting to
escape.
I reached in the bag and tossed Trisha 4 large wrist and ankle cuffs.
"What the hell are these for?" asked Trisha.
"First thing you swore. Second. Put them on now."
"You can't make me. I don't have to listen to you."
"You are right but you will or I can clip your clit. If you do put them
on now I will remove your clover clips." She hesitated and thought for a
second then she huffed and put on the ankle cuffs. The looked at me and
realized that she was going to have to do it. She placed her wrists in and
sealed them. I walked over and padlocked each of them.
"You know the next part dear, spread 'em." She laid down and spread
herself wide. I tied her also with the banding ties. I then removed her
clovers and she shook and cried a bit. "Now we have fun."
I walked over to Nicole and lifter her head. She pulled it away a bit
but I still held on. I reached for the zipper at the base of the skull. I
pulled it up and pulled the helmet slowly off. When I got the helmet
partially away from her skull, I pulled her hair through the hole in the
helmet. All the hair under the skull was wet and matted. I pulled it all
the way off. Nicole blinked trying to readjust her eyes to the new light.
She looked over to her left and saw Trisha. Her head flew around until she
saw me then stared at me. Her gag was still in place along with the
earplugs. I opened the mic and said, "Dear I am so ashamed of you.
Slutting it around like a little bondage whore. We will defiantly have to
change the way things happen around here. For tonight I am going to leave
you with the earplugs in. I will however remove the gag. If you say one
word, I don't care how small and trivial I will stuff it in and leave you
all night with it. Ok?" She shook her head. I removed the gag and kissed
her deeply. I then reached between her legs and pinched her clit hard.
She screamed real loud partially due to no hearing. I opened the mic. "
You two ladies have fun tonight. I will be back at 8:00 am tomorrow. I
have some thinking to do tonight."
I flipped off the mic and tossed it on the ground. I then went upstairs
and sat in the couch. I looked at the floor where my wife was earlier. I
saw the puddle of her juices there. What am I going to do with these two?
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