I come to your place at a pre organised time and open and enter without knocking.
I am an opportunistic burglar and look quickly around your lounge. I notice ropes dangling from the rafters and wonder what they are for but am distracted by a table which has lain about upon it, more lengths of rope as well as four sets of leather ankle and wrist cuffs, a collar, nipple clamps with a chain linking them, a ball gag, a blindfold, butt plug, whips and paddles.
I realise that the owner must be into bondage and wonder whether you are a master or slave. I begin to fantasize about what it would be like to be a slave and as I have been watching the house and know you have gone to work. I strip down to my G string and fit the wrist and ankle cuffs so that they are tight.
I then experiment with the chain linked nipple clamps and wince as I clamp them in place. I put on the gag and tie it behind my head and place the blindfold on before pushing it up on my forehead so that I can see. I then clip a spring shackle attachment to each of the wrist cuffs to enable them to be easily clipped on to any loop of rope. I find a chair and drag it over to the ropes hanging from the rafter and climb onto it so that I can tie loops into both the ropes at various heights.
I then clip the fastener on my right wrist to one of the loops and step down gingerly from the chair to check the height, after some experimenting. I find I can just touch the floor with my foot when hanging full stretch by my right wrist from the right rope. I then climb back on the chair and connect the loop in the left rope to my left wrist. I can do this with both hands because I am standing on the chair and have sufficient height and therefore slack in the ropes to bring both hands into play. I then step cautiously down once more and find myself again stretched at full height with both arms, shoulder width apart and able to stand only on tip toes to get any relief from the full weight of my body being suspended by my wrists.
I look at the chair beside me and wonder what it would be like to be suspended in such a manner without the escape route of the chair so conveniently placed. I then climb back onto the chair and once again using both hands slide the blindfold down over my eyes, plunging me into darkness before again stepping down.
I now feel the helplessness and hopelessness of being suspended in this manner. I can no longer see the chair and imagine it isn’t there. I feel the breeze on my naked skin and feel every muscle straining as I alternate between stretching up on my toes to relieve the pain in my wrists and slumping down to relieve the pain in my toes.
I shake my head in a futile effort to dislodge my blindfold and gurgle helplessly into my ball gag. I feel my cock thickening and thrusting against my G string as a shiver of excitement goes through my body.
Suddenly I thought I heard a sound and automatically lifted my leg to feel the safety of the chair and gurgled with panic as I was unable to locate anything at all. I used the other leg thinking somehow maybe I had got disoriented but again located nothing. Now I panicked and swung my right leg violently as I swung in my bonds trying to reach where I thought the chair was. Then I distinctly heard a floor board creek and knew I was not alone. I felt rather than saw someone standing directly in front of me and froze realising my predicament.
I then felt a hand push my blindfold up above my eyes and blinked in the light as I looked at the face of my supposed burglary victim.
He was smiling and asked me when I was delivered and went on to say that his slaves were normally left on his back doorstep, hogtied and completely naked. He then bent and pulled my G string down and off. I struggled in my bonds and tried in vain to explain through my ball gag but nothing other than gurgles came out. I then tried to kick him but he deftly stepped aside, grabbed my ankle and threaded rope through the cuff ring before pulling it to the right and anchoring it to some furniture. He did the same with my left ankle and tied it off leaving me still stretched but now completely naked and with my legs spread apart.
He then went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine before returning to sit on the couch in front of me. He told me that I was the fifth slave he had been asked to break in and that it was up to me how quickly I progressed. With that he stood and came very close, he undid my ball gag and removed it but before I could say a word kissed me hard on the lips. He then sat down and resumed his drink while I tried to explain that I was not his, or any one else’s slave. That I had not been delivered for him to break in but in fact had broken into his house to burgle him but had got carried away with the bondage gear he had on display.
Further I demanded he release me at once or I would start screaming. It seemed to work as he leapt to his feet and went behind me but rather than releasing any thing he reached over my shoulder, pinched my nose and as I opened my mouth to breathe he rammed the ball gag back in and tightened it firmly in place.
He then quietly returned to my front and added a weight to the chain linking my nipple clamps before resuming his seat and his wine as I threw all my strength at my bonds, succeeding only in bringing more pain to my wrists and ankles plus I set the weight swinging wildly so that even when I finally gave up the struggle the weight continued to swing bringing exquisite pain to my nipples.
Finally I hung, still and defeated, before him and was surprised to notice as my head slumped onto my chest and I looked down at my naked tethered body that I had become erect. My head jerked quickly up as he rebuked me and told me that my body was on display for his pleasure and not mine and that I was to look him in the eye.
I did so as he revealed a tape recorder and proceeded to replay aloud my confession. My head dropped again as I realised what I had done but snapped back up on his command to look at him.
He switched the tape off and smiled at me saying that it seemed to him that it did not matter how I arrived but that if I had any doubt as to my slave status then I had his permission to look at my self, my tethered wrists and ankles, my complete nakedness, my chain linked nipple clamps, the ball gag, preventing me from communicating in any way and as if to emphasise his point he stood slowly and casually pulled down the blindfold plunging me into darkness.
I then felt his hands all over my body weighing my balls and stroking my cock, he also tugged experimentally at the chain linking my nipples sending it swinging once again. I heard his footsteps retreating toward the table and then coming back to stand behind me. Every muscle and nerve was tingling as I waited to see what was next.
Then it came, a loud thwack on my bum cheeks and corresponding sharp pain, followed by more as he swung the paddle until my cheeks felt like they were on fire. When it stopped I hung there grateful for the respite while he returned to the table and then back in front of me. I braced as I felt his fingers on my nipple clamps and gasped with pain as he removed each one and the blood flowed to the nerve ends, the pain slowly subsided as he then massaged each nipple in turn and then stepped back. I waited and faintly heard the whistle before my right nipple exploded in pain as he rained blows on it using a thin strap. He then did the same to the left before once again massaging them as the pain subsided.
I was screaming my agreement to be his slave behind my gag but only gurgles came through. He then lifted the blindfold and held up a tube of lube in one hand and a serious looking butt plug in the other. He lovingly lubed the plug in front of my face while I watched in horror and then disappeared behind me. I began struggling again but could do nothing to prevent him as I felt the plug force its way into my arse, it hurt and was pushed forward and then withdrawn several times before the final plunge and pain as my sphincter muscles closed on the narrow neck.
He returned to the front grinning at me and complementing me on my tight little arse which he said should bring a great deal of pleasure to him and to his friends. He then said he would remove the gag if I would accept my new status and not cry out but pointed out that if I did the gag would return as would the torture. I nodded acceptance of my complete defeat and he removed the gag.
Once again he kissed me and I kissed him in return and agreed to do anything to be released from this cruel position. With that he brought over a small ladder and climbed up hopefully to release my wrists. Instead he stopped when his groin was level with my face and then flopped out his own enormous cock and told me to suck. I had no choice and sucked him till he was hard. He then released my left wrist only from the rope on the left and clipped it to my right wrist before releasing it from the rope.
My wrists were now locked together in front of me as he lowered my arms in front of me. I thought briefly about escape but my ankles were still secured apart but the relief in my shoulders lifted my spirits as I waited to see what was next.
He loosened the leather cuffs and pushed them up my above my wrists and produced a length of rope which he wrapped around my wrists about six times before tying it off. It was relatively loose and my spirits rose as I figured if I was left alone for any time out of his sight, I could wriggle my wrists free. A moment later that hope was dashed as he told me to hold my wrists palm to palm and proceeded to wrap a second rope between my wrists cinching across the other tie and tightening the ropes into secure rope handcuffs such that I could never hope to wriggle out of.
He then raised my securely bound wrists above my head and told me to bend my elbows and bring them down on to the back of my neck. I did as I was told and he walked behind me after selecting another fairly long length of rope which he threaded through my bound wrists and formed a double length which he knotted just below my shoulder blades in the middle of my back. He then brought the two ends around the front and crossed them before bringing them back behind me where he crossed them again and again brought them to the front just above my cock, where he once again knotted the rope before taking the two free ends down either side of my cock and again knotting the rope under my balls. He then pulled both ends tightly between my legs and outward back to the front where he finished by knotting them off just above my balls.
He then began undoing my ankle cuffs. Which allowed me to bring my legs together? I could now walk or run for that matter but as I tugged experimentally with my arms. I realised that I was very securely bound and seemed even more exposed than before as he re clamped my nipples, re attached the weight to the chain and with my clamped and chained nipples now thrust out and defenseless as were my cock and balls. I felt even more vulnerable with my arse also filled, stretched, and available.
He then attached a leash to my nipple chain and with a gentle tug forced me to follow him over to the couch and sit on a stool facing him and no more than half a metre away as he slumped back on the couch and resumed sipping his glass of wine with one hand while flicking the leash with the other to set the weight swinging and pain shooting through my nipples. He demanded that I spread my legs and sit straight to display myself properly and every time my head dropped he tugged on the leash and told me to look at him. I felt ashamed but helpless and acutely aware of my nakedness and the butt plug stretching and filling me
I began to plead with him as I saw the door through which I had entered no more than an hour earlier, never for a moment imagining that this could happen to me. I begged him not to make me a slave and to let me go but he just smiled and sipped his wine while he told me how he often held poker nights with three of his friends who were all homosexual and how I would be the prize for the next game. I fell to my knees before him and buried my head in his crotch and once again began to suck his hard cock as I pleaded for my freedom.
When I had finished he pushed me away and re gagged me. I feared more punishment but he said it was time for a shower and led me once again by leash to the bathroom where he pushed me into the shower and stripped and joined me. He removed my nipple clamps and pain flooded through my nipples as the blood returned to the nerve ends. He then soaped and washed me thoroughly, removing the butt plug and paying great attention to cleaning me all over. Still bound and gagged I could do nothing but allow him to thoroughly explore my body.
When the washing was over he unscrewed the shower head and attached a douche nozzle he then bent me over and pushed it into my arse. He told me to hold against the pressure as I felt my back passage filling to busting point. He then made me walk the two or three steps to the toilet sit and evacuate my bowel. This was repeated five times until I was completely cleaned inside. He then removed the gag re soaped and washed me all over. Standing in the warm water with his gentle hands roving over my body felt good and I kissed him long and hard hoping to win him over to release me. He returned my kisses and once again I felt I might be winning but he suddenly ordered me to get out of the shower and to kneel on the bath mat and wait. I did as I was told feeling I had no option anyway but as I knelt and observed this man who now was undoubtedly my Master wash himself, I tried again to free my hands as my arms were beginning to ache from being tied up and behind
my neck. My struggles just tightened the network of ropes down to my cock and my to my horror I felt my cock hardening. Suddenly he was standing in front of me with soap suds dripping from his cock which swung directly in front of my mouth.
He demanded I lick every bit of soap and moisture off his cock and balls. I began to lick and suck like a common pleasure slave and to my horror felt my cock hardening further. When I had finished, he re attached the clamps and leash, led me to his bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. He then tied my ankles together in the same rope handcuff style as my wrists were bound before me. Finally he released the rope harness holding my wrists pinned behind my neck and I groaned in relief as my arms lowered in front of me. He then threaded rope through between my bound wrists and tied the end to the bed head. A second rope was threaded between my bound ankles and tied off at the foot.
He left sufficient slack in the rope so that I could now lie on my front, back or side but could not reach the bed head to try and free myself. He turned me on my side and hopped in beside me and behind me pulling up the top sheet up to cover us both. I felt his body heat against my back and relaxed as for the first time although naked and still securely bound. I was comfortable.
Then he slapped my arse and told me to open up. I felt his large condom covered cock forcing its way into me, I cried out that I was a virgin and flipped onto my back but he just reached over to his bedside table grabbed the ball gag and gagged me. He tried again to turn me and shove his hard cock into me but I kept wriggling despite my bondage and prevented his attacks. This made him angry and he got off the bed and began to untie my ankles. He then grabbed one ankle and flipping me onto my stomach, crushing my nipple clamps under me and tied it securely to the bottom bed leg. He then grabbed the other ankle and secured it to the right bottom leg.
He then paddled my arse while I wailed into my gag before mounting me and slowly forcing his condom covered cock into my man hole which was opened and available by the way I was spread eagled face down on his bed. His entire weight bore down on me as he fucked me I gurgled in protest but relaxed my muscles to avoid the pain as he proceeded to fuck me over and over again while telling me to get used to it as he had a mate coming soon and he was sure to want a little action, then he came with a loud groan and collapsed on top of me.
I was no longer a virgin and silent tears ran down my face. He kissed them away and told me it could have been better for us both if I had just cooperated with him and that I had better begin to understand that slaves are regularly fucked by their Masters and indeed by their Masters friends so any notions I about control of my own body I should forget as my body now belonged to him. With that he rolled of the bed and re butt plugged me with what seemed an even larger plug, explaining that his friends cock was larger than his own and that my virgin arse was too tight.
He then went to the bathroom which allowed me to lift my upper body on my elbows and relieve the pain in my nipples. My relief however was short lived as he quickly returned and once again mounted me from behind but this time he sat on my arse forcing the butt plug deeper inside me and leaned forward to undo my wrist ropes.
Once again escape was impossible with my ankles spread and tightly secured to the bed legs and his entire weight sitting astride my arse. He released my wrists and pulled them back behind my back, telling me at the same time that I should know the drill and place my hands palm together while he re wrapped them with six turns of rope before using the other rope to cinch between them. He then took a third length and wrapped it five times around my upper arms effectively pulling my elbows toward one another. This had the effect of pulling back my shoulders and thrusting forward my chest and further hurting my crushed nipples against the bed.
He then climbed off and stood beside the bed to admire his handiwork. I lay very still as any movement hurt my nipples but noticed how very securely my wrists and arms were roped with the only saving grace being that by pushing down my hands I could semi protect my arse cheeks. This was foolish and he immediately took a fourth length of rope, threaded it through my wrist ropes and then looped it over the rope linking my upper arms before pulling it tight, effectively applying a cinch between my wrists and upper arms. This had the effect of pulling my bound wrists up to the middle of my back while further tightening the rope binding my upper arms.
He again climbed off and admired his rope work. I could now do nothing and hoped he was not going to rape me again in this position as I was now extremely uncomfortable. Imagine my relief when I felt him release my ankles so that I was able to bring my legs together. Once again he slapped my arse and told and told me to get off the bed and stand to attention. I did as I was told but with some difficulty which he just watched with an amused expression on his face. He then re attached the leash to my nipple chain and led me back to the lounge.
I was afraid I was about to be stretched, vertically spread eagled to the rafters again but was simply made to stand underneath. My upper arm ropes were then released but my wrists which were still bound behind me were pulled up and attached to one of the rafter ropes. This had the effect of bending me over as my wrists were pulled up ever higher behind me. My upper body was now parallel with the floor and the weight dangling from my nipple chain was swinging freely pulling my tits and dragging on my nipples. I was turned so that my body followed the direction of the rafter and the second rafter rope was dangling in front of my face. He then threaded a rope under my arms but above the nipple clamps and proceeded to wrap it around twice, both times under my arms but the second wrap was just below the nipple clamps. He tightened and then tied that off on my back. This had the effect pulling in tight just above and below my tits and forcing them to stand
out like those of a woman. I was severely embarrassed as I could now see my own tits dangling under me with extended nipples pulled even lower by the weight on the chain connecting the clamps.
He then clipped the two rope strands below my shoulder blades to the rope dangling in front of my face thus supporting my upper body and to some degree relieving the strain on my shoulders. He asked me if I was comfortable and I nodded to please him. He then went behind me and I felt him attaching a cuff to each of my ankles and then attaching them to a spreader bar which held my feet a metre apart. I then felt his hands on my balls and saw that he was stretching them down so that he could attach a leather parachute to which he then added a weight. I winced as he lifted and dropped the weight as my balls were stretched down and crushed together by the leather parachute. Finally he set them swinging and returned to my front.
He then removed my gag and pulled a soft leather hood over my head adjusting the eye and mouth holes to ensure they were clear. He then re gagged me and went back to the table. He returned with the paddle and said his friend liked his slaves’ arses to be hot and proceeded to paddle my exposed backside until red and hot. When he had finished he returned to my front and got out his cock. I could see now what he meant by “prepare me”. In the position I was in I could be mounted from behind and fucked doggie style or be forced to allow my mouth to be fucked, both were positioned neatly at cock height and with my legs spread my naked body and all of it’s orifices was there to be used by anyone in the room.
I resigned myself to my fate as he took off my gag and I began to lick suck him. Not surprisingly (given the fucking he had given me when tied in his bed) he was not getting hard quickly and I was semi relieved to hear a knock on the door. He immediately blindfolded me plunging me back into darkness as he opened the door. The conversation that followed was extremely strange to me in that the guest did not seem to be surprised at walking into the lounge and finding a naked slave secured in such a demeaning way. They talked about the weather and about sport and I heard wine being poured into two glasses and the sound of them both sitting on the couch.
I waited in darkness and bondage and listened to their chatter as they studiously ignored me until I heard one of them stand and move forward. I felt his hand on my arse and felt a push on the butt plug and then heard his voice as he enquired of my Master the size and fit. My master replied “trainer” as the man eased it painfully out, remarked that I was clean and should be good, before painfully easing it back into place before again quickly removing it, applying lube and slapping my rump with the flat of a large hand. His finger then lingered and probed my man whole lubricating me further as he remarked that he preferred them tight and young but that I would do as he hadn’t shot his load for some considerable time.
I felt my Master get up to stand in front of me, lift my chin and remove first my blindfold and then my gag. I was looking straight at his cock which had hardened with excitement and I assumed he wanted me to suck him. I dutifully licked my lips and opened my mouth, straining forward to oblige him but he instead just chuckled and remarked at how quickly I had become a natural slave. He then pushed my head right down so that I could see his friends thick hairy legs as I looked back past my nipple clamps and stomach, between my own legs where my balls swung captured in their weighted parachute. He held my head in this position as I heard his friend pulling on a condom and felt his well lubricated cock probing my (until today) virgin man hole. He was hard and strong and as he thrust himself into me I grunted in pain but he just kept coming and then began to pump me in a slow rhythm.
His cock felt enormous inside me and his balls slapped against my buttocks forcing me to rock forward and back in unison with his growing passion. Each movement forward and back pulled at my wrist and chest ropes and set the weights suspended from my nipple chain and balls parachute swinging wildly causing pain to course through my nipples and my balls to ache. My Master lifted my head back up and squatted before me, holding my chin up with his fingers he kissed me as he looked into my eyes and said how do you feel slave. He then stood and held his erection in front of me while he pulled on a condom before putting his cock to my lips and as I opened up the thrusting from behind forced me to allow him to effectively fuck my face. His friend grabbed my hips and pulled himself further into me as he came with a loud groan.
He then withdrew, removed his condom and walked off to the toilet. My Master also withdrew and strolled behind me to take the place of his friend and thrust himself deep inside me. Within minutes he also came and withdrew leaving me empty exhausted and sore to contemplate what may come next. I was forced to listen (still bent over and secured) to them discussing the tightness of my hole and the fact that my sucking could do with more practise. They then talked of a couple of mutual friends and about what positions they might like to try. I begged them to show some mercy and release me and was immediately rewarded by being re gagged and blindfolded.
They did however eventually come over and untie the ropes securing me bent over which allowed me to stand straight. They then took off my nipple clamps and ball parachute, sending new waves of pain thru my nipples. I was however grateful to be standing straight up and felt them undoing the ropes on my wrists. Once my wrists were free I was able to bring them forward but each arm was strongly gripped by my Master and his friend and my ankles were of course still separated and strapped onto the spreader bar. Escape was out of the question and each man was at the same time buckling wrist cuffs onto each wrist. I was forced to shuffle around until I was positioned once again under the rafter and my hands were hoisted far into the air and re clipped to the two ropes hanging from the rafter.
Once again I was vertically stretched, spread eagled before my tormentors in the same position I had foolishly placed myself when I thought I was alone and could easily release myself some 5 hours ago. The difference being that I was no longer alone. I had been captured stripped naked and kept in bondage now for six hours. I had been tortured and fucked by two men who now seemed to own me and as far as I could work out had no hope of escape until they decided to release me. My Master now removed the blindfold and I looked first at the two of them standing fully dressed before me each sipping from a glass of wine and then down at my own tortured and stretched body, my nipple were erect and red from the attention they had received from the clamps, my ankles were stretched wide apart strapped to the spreader bar but to my horror I watched as my own cock became erect and began to seep pre cum.
He is a natural whooped my Master as he gently massaged my cock harder and then invited his friend to give me a blow job as a reward for being such a good slave. His friend was extremely good and I found my hips bucking as I strained to thrust into his mouth. Meanwhile my Master re applied the nipple lamps one by one and played with the chain linking them. I felt my self beginning to cum and cried out behind my gag. His friend acted swiftly and finished me off with his hand as I spurted cum into his now empty wine glass. My master then took the nipple clamps back off and massaged my nipples back to hardness before strolling over to the table and returning with the paddle and a many thronged leather whip. He handed the whip to his friend who began to whip my back and buttocks, while my Master used the paddle on my already sore but erect nipples. I twisted and thrashed around in my ropes as the pain built all over my body. I tried to scream but the gag
ensured only gurgles and dribble emerged from my mouth. They then changed sides and the leather thongs were used on my chest, nipples and thighs while the paddle was used on my buttocks.
By the time they had finished I was hot, sore and bathed in sweat. I hung motionless in my bonds as tears ran down my cheeks. My Master removed my gag and hugged and kissed me and I kissed him back as once again my body betrayed me and my cock hardened. His friend meantime poured three glasses of wine using the glass in which he had caught my cum, for me. He then held it to my lips and I drank the mixture of Pinot Gris and my own spunk as they smiled at me and suggested my ordeal was almost over. They then sat down saying that for the moment they were enjoying the view.
My Master friend suddenly said he wanted photos for the internet and my Master brought him over a digital camera. I was re hooded and re gagged, the nipple clamps and chain were applied again as were various weights, the parachute and it’s weights were re applied and once again I was whipped as the camera recorded my misery and nakedness from every angle.
