How did I get myself into this

How did I get myself into this? (Part 2)

Let’s start by letting all of you who read part one, that I’m finally free if you can call my current position freedom.

I sit here in a private room in hospital twelve weeks after I was first tricked by Jessica into her basement prison. Yes, I survived another eight weeks of torment and bondage and hopefully I’ll soon be free of the last piece of bondage that has control over me (as long as the nurses and doctors can remove it).

When I finished in the previous part of this tale, I had been a prisoner in the basement prison of a house in the leafy suburbs on Hamilton (Scotland), the home of Jessica Stone, a beautiful but mad female who had tricked and kidnapped me four weeks earlier.

As we get back to where we left off, our character Sam was sitting in Jessica’s basement cell on Saturday night waiting to go to a party. Sam had been dressed is his favourite pair of thick Lycra tights and his not so favourite leather corset that was breaking his torso in two. This particular corset was the most severe he had ever worn yet, the “Venus corset!” The Venus corset had an integrated arm binder that would keep poor Sam’s arms bound tightly to his back all evening. To reduce Sam’s ability to walk very far or more importantly, very fast, Jessica had forced him to wear a pair of very high heeled leather boots that zipped up to just below Sam’s Lycra covered knees. To ensure walking would be slow and probably painful, Jessica added a pair of large steel cuffs to each of Sam’s thighs. Each cuff was attached by a short length of chain that would certainly restrict Sam’s movement, if the high heeled boots were not enough. To ensure Sam’s silence all evening, Jessica had stuffed one of her silk scarves into his mouth and taped his mouth shut using the fearsome duck tape that Sam had come to accept through the last four weeks of captivity. Finally and to totally hide Sam from the outside world, Jessica had slipped a heavy bright blue silk Burqua over his head. Once pulled and sorted, the Burqua completely hid Sam’s face behind a thick silk mesh around his eye’s and the rest of his body was hidden by the silk Burqua, right down to just above his leather covered high, heeled ankles.

Jessica had finally left poor Sam locked in the basement cell, where he had spent the last four weeks, imprisoned against his will at the complete mercy of this mad woman.

Jessica finally returned for me around 20 minutes later. Time had no relevance to me any more after a month of captivity. Here I was tightly bound and gagged and about to get the first trip out of the basement cell in a month and therefore my best chance of escape yet.

Jessica still looked extremely gorgeous in her long leather corset-dress. Her tight waist looked great being squeezed by thick black leather and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, showing off her beauty in an even more extravagant way than ever.

“Time to go Sam,” ordered Jessica, as she helped me to my feet.

Finally after a month locked in Jessica’s basement cell, I was at last heading up those stairs away from my basement prison cell. Jessica picked up her black leather hand bag as we left the front door for the outside world and the waiting taxi.

“I’ve got a tazor in here Sam. Any funny business and I’ll not be afraid to use it on you,” explained my prison guard.

As usual and with the fear of a tazoring hanging over me, I compiled as I had done so for a month now and followed Jessica out to the waiting Ford Mondeo. The journey to the party was short and just across the county line and into North Lanarkshire and Motherwell. We pulled up outside a big old stone house and Jessica helped me out of theh taxi and pulled me towards the large hardwood front door as fast as my shackled legs would allow me under the pressure of the silk Burqua and bondage that I’d been forced to endure tonight. Jessica rang the door bell and in a few seconds, we were confronted by another creature in leather.

“Hi Amber,” greeted Jessica but there was no response.

I could see why, as Amber was covered from head to toe in a leather cat suit that probably hid some sort of gag. Amber’s leather covered hands were free from any bondage and she rushed us inside and towards the waiting crowd that had built up in the Living room. This was certainly the first fetish party I’d ever been to and most of the guest, both willing and probably not so willing were covered in some sort of leather, Lycra of PVC clothing. It was easy to work out who the subs were as they were all gagged and unable to say much, just like me; then I was a sub at this party tonight! We approached a girl in a superhero outfit of leather and Lycra, who Jessica introduced me to as “Mistress Karen.”

“Hello Samantha,” said Karen in a sort of sarcastic voice, knowing that I couldn’t respond but “Samantha,” who was Samantha. Looking around the room, I could see nearly all but one of two subs were female so I wonder if Jessica was keeping my male attributes hidden from her fetish friends?

“Ah, there’s Caroline,” shouted Jessica as I was now dragged away from karen and towards a tall beauty wearing a cat woman outfit, dragging a poor French maid behind her in chains.

Jessica then introduced me to Caroline and her slave Kate, the French maid. Kate was a gorgeous girl about 5ft-6” and blonde, just like Jessica. Yes, I did prefer blondes! Kate was wearing a black silky French maid uniform with her legs covered in thick white Lycra tights and black, very high heeled shoes, which were visibly locked at the straps using small padlocks. Kate was also secured in a prison set consisting of leg irons that kept her ankles no more than 19” apart. Attached the leg irons were handcuffs, which kept Kate’s hands tightly cuffed behind her back. Running from the handcuffs, there was a chain clearly running up her back to some sort of collar, but this had been hidden by the way of a thick white silk scarf that circled Kate’s slim neck several times and tied off at the back. Kate was also gagged by another thick white silk scarf, wrapped twice around her face and no doubt hiding several more scarves as part of her effective gagging. Jessica and Carol did teasingly introduce Kate and I but only basic grunts were audioable behind our gags. Both Caroline and Jessica stood and chatted for ages while Kate and I stood there and looked at each other. At least I could see Kate’s beauty but sadly or lucky for her, I as hidden behind the layer of silk Burqua.

At about eleven o’clock, both Jessica and Caroline announced they were tired of Kate and I hanging around them and asked the host Karen, if we could be put somewhere. Karen agreed to lock us up and we were both led away by the host but instead of going downstairs, we were taken upstairs and into one of the many spare bedrooms.  As Karen pulled back curtain, she introduced Kate and I to a cage that would keep the two of us out of trouble until someone would come for us. Effectively that was Kate’s and my stay at the party over as Karen directed us both into the large cage and locked the barred door behind us, pulling the curtain as she left. Kate and I stood there and looked at each other. I’ve no idea what Kate saw in me but she did approach and try to kiss me through her layer of silk gagging and the silk covered face that hid me.

Kate then turned round and using her cuffed hands, she started rubbing my silk covered body. Slowly her hands made their way to my crotch area and even though my best friend was trapped in the bodice of my leather corset, Kate got the shock of her life, when she realised I was a guy, trapped in female clothing. She turned to face me and with an excellent attempt at speaking behind the silk that gagged her so effectively, she said basically said:

“Sam, you’re a guy!”

I tried hard to MUMPTH a response but behind my gag, I know my response was not coherent so hopefully Kate got the idea when I nodded my response to her. In fact she must have got the idea as looked up at me with her big baby blue eyes and then she rested her head on my silk covered chest. There wasn’t much more to report about that evening except we finally give up our escape attempt and sat down on the cage floor. Kate lay down on her side and rested her head on my lap. I hope she got some sleep but I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable for her with her hands cuffed tightly behind her back.

It was very late when Karen pulled back the curtain and standing in front of the locked cage door was Caroline and Jessica, looking as hot as ever, even if both were clearly very pissed. Jessica did turn to Caroline:

“Don’t those two look cute, locked in there together?”

Caroline turned to Jessica and muttered something about Kate and getting to know each other much better in the near future, which was a prospect I would really forward to. It was time for us to go home so Karen unlocked the cage so that Kate and I could crawl out and be helped to our feet both our respective mistresses. As Caroline and Jessica kissed each other goodnight, Kate and I placed our gagged mouths on each other and pretended to kiss each other goodnight. It was then into a cab for the short journey back to Jessica’s house in Hamilton and the dungeon I hated so much. I had enjoyed my freedom, even through it was short and not really freedom in the proper term but it was a nice change from the boredom of Jessica’s basement cell.

After Jessica placed me back into her basement; my prison, she help me out of the Burqua, the high heeled leather boots and then generally guided me into the bathroom to take a well earned piss. That was it for the removal of my bondage tonight as she left me locked in the basement cell, still wearing the thigh cuffs, thick Lycra tights and the fucking Venus corset that imprisoned my arms so uncomfortably behind my back. I had no option but to remain in the painful state of bondage, I’d spent the last six or seven hour in. My torment didn’t stop the next morning either. Jessica again helped me into the bathroom for a piss but nothing else. She did pull the silk burqua over my entire body again and left for work, leaving me trapped, bound and gagged for at least another six or seven hours. By the time she returned home from work, I was in significant discomfort. I was hungry and in bad need of a dump. I therefore didn’t dare argue as she removed the burqua, then the sticky gag, followed by the Venus corset, which allowed me to go into the bathroom take my long overdue dump, followed by a steaming hot bath.

The rest of week five and the start of my second month of captivity went on pretty much as the previous month did. The days were long and boring, locked in Jessica’s basement cell and at all times faced to wear female clothing and the horrible leather bondage corset that continued to squeeze my slightly overweight male waist into a slimmer female hour-glass figure. I never did forget my time at the party on that Saturday night and I wondered if I’d ever meet Kate again. Week five turned into week six and week six turned into week seven and still my enforced bondage continued. It was clear Jessica was loosing interest in me as her visits to the basement cell got less frequent and my time in much stricter bondage got even more regular.

Just as week seven turned into week eight, things took a very pleasant change for the better. As you know Saturday was silk day but today were a mixture of silk, leather and Lycra. I was wearing one of my favourite red patterned silk short sleeved dresses but under that I was trussed up in the usual leather corset that not only shrunk my waist but also give me a large pair of tits. I had been horny all day but my prick had been locked behind the heavy plastic crotch panel of the leather corset / bodysuit, which in effect made it a built in chastity belt. My legs were clad in thick black Lycra tights, which was in contrast to the normal thin tights I was normally forced to wear on Saturdays and I was forced into incredibly high heeled, knee high leather boots. To add to my discomfort and to punish me for some verbal abuse on Friday, Jessica has left me suffering in the locked helmet but at least this one had the eye holes but my mouth was muzzled behind a perforated thick plastic mesh. If that wasn’t enough, she had also handcuffed my wrists behind my back and left me alone since ten this morning; it was now six in the evening and I was completely fed up and maybe even broken from nearly eight weeks of captivity. Little did I know the next few days would change my current situation and end the misery that I’d been forced to endure?

You all know by now, I’m now free but the last month of captivity would be the most intense range of good and bad that has without a doubt, changed my life for ever.

Saturday evening, entering week eight

I did manage to get the TV switched on, even with my hands cuffed behind my back. It is amazing what you can manage to do without the full, unrestricted use of your hands. It was around six thirty when I heard multiple footsteps on the stairs coming down to my basement cell. As I got up and headed towards the barred door, standing in front of me was Jessica, Caroline and Kate. I didn’t really take much notice of what Caroline and Jessica were wearing, it didn’t really seem out of the ordinary but the gorgeous captive blonde that I’d met at the party only a few weeks ago was standing in front of Jessica and Caroline, wearing a tight black wool sweater, a white and black tartan mini skirt and her legs clad in thick black Lycra. She was forced to wear incredibly high heeled shoes and wrapped around her neck was a very long thick pink cashmere scarf. It was Cleary wrapped twice around her neck tightly and the two ends dripping over her ample chest, which was particularly prominent and forced forward because her arms were clearly handcuffed behind her back. As Jessica unlocked the barred door, Kate moved inside and as soon as she was through, Jessica locked the bars behind her.

“I’m sure Caroline will unlock your wrists,” mentioned Jessica to Kate as Kate reversed up to the barred door to have her hands un-cuffed.

“What about me,” I asked as Kate approached and threw her arms around me, trying to kiss me on the mesh that covered my face from the plastic helmet that had trapped my head al day?

“Go on Jessica,” said Caroline. “Give Sam a break and let these two get to know each other better!”

“I suppose so but don’t think you’ve finished your punishment Sam,” growled Jessica as she ushered me to turn around and have my hands un-cuffed too.

As soon as my hands were free, Jessica handed me the special key to the helmet. She didn’t wait for me to unlock it as Caroline and Jessica said their good-bye’s and headed back upstairs. With some help from Kate, we managed to slot the special key into the helmet and release the two halves, enabling me to remove the mask that had prevented Kate from actually seeing my face for the first time.

“I hope you’re not disappointed in what you see Kate,” I said as the two halves of the plastic helmet split and finally my face and now matted hair was free from hours of enforced captivity.

Kate just smiled as she looked into my eyes and we kissed passionate for the first time.

“Welcome to my dungeon Kate, make you at home,” were my next words as Kate unwrapped her thick wool scarf and we sat down on the sofa in front of the television.

Kate and I sat for hours, just chatting and getting to know each other. At one point in the evening, Jessica came down and handed us a tray of food and we sat and ate together. Kate was most interested in why Jessica had always dressed me in female clothing and while I did suggest she ask Jessica, I did say that I had gotten used to wearing these types of cloths but what I could never used to be the tightness of the leather corset. Kate showed me that she too was wearing a tight leather corset but hers was a typical laced corset and to ensure she kept her prying fingers from her pussy, Caroline had forced Kate to wear continuously a steel chastity belt. This was the worst thing about her three months of captivity and this is when we started to talk about how Kate had been kidnapped.

It was three months ago tonight when she had been at her friends house in East Kilbride for a party. Her friend had invited Caroline to the party and while Kate wasn’t a lesbian, Caroline was and she had wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. Kate had teased Caroline and even agreed to go back to her house after the party. Caroline had been an only daughter from a very wealthy family and when her mum and dad passed away, they left their enormous house in ten acres of ground to their only daughter. Caroline hadn’t been drinking at the party as she had to drive. Taxis were not easy to get when you lived in the middle of nowhere. As they drove further into the Lanarkshire countryside, Caroline hinted that they should make this trip a little bit more interesting and removing her long silk scarf from around her neck, while still driving; Caroline asked Kate to blindfold herself. Kate admitted this was a big mistake and being blind, meant she’d no idea where she now was but she had a little to many Vodka’s and they had gotten the better of her, which meant she willing give up her sight by wrapping Caroline long black silk scarf around the head, cutting off all light to her eyes. When they finally stopped, Caroline instructed Kate to stay in the car and she would come round and get her. With Caroline’s help, Kate was directed out of the Mercedes and brought through one door, which closed with a CLUNK behind them. Caroline explained that they were now in her porch and she opened another door and they entered Caroline’s house or so Kate thought. The inner door closed behind them both with another CLUNK and Caroline led the blind Kate into one of the bedrooms. Little did Kate know that this would be her prison for the next three months but trusting her new friend on that fateful Saturday night, both girls starting kissing and ended up dropping onto the bed. As their passion got more intense, Caroline slipped Kate’s right hand into a steel manacle that was already attached to the bed. It was then Kate realised she was in real danger but it was too late! While Kate struggled to free her cuffed wrist, Caroline had overpowered her blonde victim and had her remaining hand, locked into the other cuff, which now kept poor Kate firmly attached to Caroline’s bed. It was only then that Caroline pulled Kate’s blindfold down, leaving the silk wrapped around her neck and looking straight into each others eye’s, Caroline explained to Kate that she was now her prisoner and they were in the gate lodge of her Lanarkshire estate, which was going to be her home from now on. Kate fought the steel cuffs and screamed blue murder but Caroline just laughed and used the silk scarf to firmly gag Kate and left her crying the whole first night of her captivity. Kate went on to explain that she had gotten used to the gate house prison. Over the last three months, she had spent many a day and night in tight bondage at the hands of her evil captor but she was able to cook for herself and while most days and nights were very lonely, she had given up all hope of escape. The gate lodge used a double door entry system, a bit like an air lock to ensure Caroline could come and go without too much difficultly. When Kate was allowed to leave the gate lodge, she would be handcuffed and on many occasions shackled, which ensured freedom would be impossible. She also admitted to loving bondage but this took her fantasies to a whole new level.

I was really enjoying Kate’s story when Jessica and Caroline returned to the barred door and Caroline announced to Kate that it was home time. I was sorry to see her leave and helped her wrapped her long pink cashmere scarf around her neck and watch as she willingly turn around and allowed Caroline to handcuff her hands behind her back. Kate was certainly a willing submissive and I was going to miss having her around. We kissed goodbye before Jessica instructed me to move away from the bars and with that, Kate was gone.

I slept well that Saturday night and as Sunday was leather day, I was fairly relaxed as Jessica forced me into the usual tight leather corset, Lycra tights and the heavy straightjacket that would keep me out of trouble for the entire day. I was also forced into one of Jessica’s black leather hoods. Today’s was very soft and lightweight with two eye holes, two tiny nose holes and unusually today, a large hole for my mouth. I didn’t complain as Jessica laced this particular hood tight and was happy to continue my Sunday in leather. I had actually come enjoy Sundays the most! I had always wondered what it would be like to wear a straightjacket and I now knew. It was tight and totally impossible to escape from. With the added discomfort of the high heeled leather boots, I was now ready for my day in captivity. Little did I know that Sunday morning that today would be different? The day progressed as usual and around ten (ish), Jessica came into the basement with the usual try of breakfast and fed me, which she seemed to enjoy. Today, Jessica was wearing one of her leather mini dresses and like me, her legs were clad in black Lycra and knee high leather boots. We ate breakfast and chatted for a while. As I mentioned earlier, Jessica was becoming more distant with me and I guessed things were coming to an end. My only problem was, I’d no idea how things would end and would I escape with my life? Around eleven (ish), Jessica left me alone again, which was becoming more frequent. We hadn’t made love in three weeks now and she forced me to spend more and more time locked in corsets with built in chastity devices that really frustrated me! On that last Sunday in Jessica’s captivity, I spent basically the entire day on my own and it wasn’t until around five or six o’clock before I heard footsteps on the stairs leading to my basement prison. I listened carefully and could clearly hear two pairs of footsteps and rushed to the barred gate to see if Kate was returning to visit me. When I arrived at the gate, I saw Caroline clad in a neck to toe red PVC cat-suit and Kate (I think) in a very, very tight bright red PVC straightjacket. Whoever it was had their head covered by the built-in PVC hood, just like mine: two eye holes, two tiny nose holes and their mouth clearly visible behind the open mouth. Her legs were clad in bright red Lycra too but wore long, knee high PCV with the highest heel I’d ever seen.

Caroline then looked straight at me and announced, “So how do you like Jessica’s new look Sam?”

I was shocked! Caroline had Jessica trussed up like a turkey (like me), and she was locking her in my basement cell, alone with me! This was going to be my Christmas and birthday all rolled into one. Little did I know that this would be the last time I ever saw Jessica.

“Okay Sam, step back and let Jessica into your cell,” demanded Caroline?

As I stepped back, Caroline unlocked the bars, pushed Jessica inside and then re-locked the bars and left heading upstairs, muttering about, ‘You two have some fun!”

What was I going to do now? Here I was, confronted by the girl who has turned my life upside down for the last eight weeks but then come to think about it; there wasn’t much I could do either, being bound up as I was!

“Do you like what you see Sam,” asked Jessica?

“I love it Jessica,” I responded. “Why have you allowed Caroline to put you in a straightjacket and send you down here with me?”

Jessica looked straight into my eyes and announced that we had to talk. We went to the couch and sat down. It would have been a strange site to watch two people; both restrained in a straightjacket get themselves into a sitting position beside each other.

Jessica then started:

“Sam, it is clear I can’t keep you here. I have really enjoyed acting out my fantasy to own a man then force him into bondage and enforced cross-dress. I hinted to you that I too enjoy to be bound but I know this can’t be at your hands. Maybe we should have started a different relationship but sadly I took a road that can’t be undone.”

I tried to tell Jessica that if she just let me go, we might be able to have a normal relationship with the added fun of satisfying both our fetish desires but Jessica just repeated that this couldn’t ever happen now.

“Sam, I know you like Kate so I’m going to hand you over to Caroline later tonight and you can go and live with Kate in her bungalow. This will be the last time you ever see me and I wanted to spend our last hour together in similar circumstances. I’m sorry about your life and loss of freedom but giving you to Caroline is the best I can do. I don’t want to go to prison and therefore I’m afraid, you can never be free.”

I could see a tear trickle from Jessica’s eyes down the red PVC of her mask and I approached her awkwardly and kissed her for the first time in weeks.

“Jessica,” I said. “You know that I will now fight to free both Kate and myself, and I will never accept my captivity, don’t you?”

Jessica simply looked at me from behind her mask and nodded before I heard Caroline coming down the stairs to the barred door. I told Caroline to ‘Fuck off’ but she reminded me that she always carried a tazor and wouldn’t think twice about using it. I then kissed Jessica for the last time and stood up, heading towards the barred gate. I then noticed in her hand a set of leg-irons and a heap of silk that I knew could only mean a Burqua. As Caroline unlocked the bars, she knelt down to lock my feet into the leg-irons, before standing up and slipping the mass of silk over my already hooded head. I said good-bye to Jessica while Caroline locked the barred gate and led me upstairs and out of Jessica’s house to her waiting Mercedes.

The journey to her country estate took only about twenty minutes and to be honest, there wasn’t much to see. It was dark outside and my vision was badly impaired by the mess covering my eyes, behind the silk Burqua and my leather mask/hood. Just as Kate described it before, the gatehouse was only accessible by an air-lock using the front porch and heavy doors. Once inside Kate came running to me, throwing her arms around me as Caroline knelt down to unlock the shackles from my ankles.

Her last words to us were; “you two enjoy yourselves” and with that she’d left the gatehouse with the leg-irons in her hand.” I had a sneaky suspicion that Caroline was heading straight back to Jessica’s place for some female fun.

As Caroline locked us up in the gatehouse, I urged Kate to release me from the burqua, mask and straightjacket. I was therefore shocked when Kate announced:

“Sam, this is my house and I’m in charge so I will remove the burqua and mask but I think you should remain restrained while in my company for the first hour or two. Anyway, I have nothing for you to wear here and it will be several hours before Caroline returns with your cloths from Jessica’s”

As I said previously, I was shocked but didn’t complain because soon as I was free of the burqua and the tight leather mask, which enabled Kate and I lie down on the couch and kiss passionately for the next thirty or forty minutes. I should explain that Kate wasn’t wearing anything too out of the ordinary. She was dressed in a simple summer (navy blue) dress, over a pair of black leggings that went down to her ankles. Her feet were bare and she looked absolutely fantastic with long her blonde hair cascading down below her shoulders. Kate reminded me that she was still wearing the “FUCKING CHASTITY BELT” as she called it and she had now been wearing it for over two weeks. Kate also admitted to being extremely active and therefore enjoyed playing with her mound nearly every day. Fuck, this girl was beautiful and I wanted her so badly but there was the small point of Kate being locked in a steel chastity belt and me, bound into the leather straightjacket that had restrained me all day.

Kate was obviously enjoying her new power over someone (ME) and boy did she take great pride in looking after me. At one point in the early evening Kate even started to cook dinner. I was going to enjoy the new surroundings but I admitted to Kate that escape was still my intention, given any opportunity. She just laughed and said she had thought about escape nearly every day during her first two months in Caroline’s custody but as time marched on, she had given into the security of her current position. If Kate could have anything right now, it would access to her pussy! Dinner was interesting as Kate had given herself no option but to feed me and I think she really enjoyed her challenge of feeding me, then taking a bite of her own dinner. Penny-pasta was fairly easy to fork into my mouth and boy was this great looking girl an excellent cook also.

It was around nine when Caroline returned with a range of cloths that Jessica had given her for me. Kate was told to release me from the straightjacket and within a matter of minutes I was squeezed into one of Jessica’s lockable leather corsets that reduced my male girth into a reasonable female figure with leather boobs. Caroline then announced it was time for bed so I was led to the three bedrooms on the second floor. It was clear that Kate and I would spend the nights apart as all three bedrooms had sliding steel doors that resembled prison cell doors. All three had ensuite facilities, which meant I wouldn’t get caught short through the night but with Kate’s help, the three of us unpacked the cloths and placed them all into the built in cupboards and drawers. Kate announced that tomorrow she wanted me to wear the black cashmere sweater and blue denim mini skirt with thick Lycra tights so I said to Kate that I would be delighted if she would please choose what I was to wear on the next day, each evening, which she agreed with a smile on her face. We kissed goodnight and as Caroline and Kate exited my bedroom, the door automatically close shut, with a loud CLUNK that now meant I was locked in the night. I found a nightdress and slipped it on before washing up and then slipping into bed.

At least I wouldn’t be bored as I had a TV in my bedroom, with access to a large number of digital channels. I hadn’t noticed it before but beside my bed was a telephone and it rang. As soon as I picked it up:

“Hi Sam, its Kate next door,” which was a very welcome surprise. “My room number is one, yours is two, so we can call each other at any time. We can also call Caroline by dialling zero but there is a punishment if we call her for nothing important,” explained Kate on the other end of the phone.

“What sort of punishment,” I asked?

“Very simple Sam,” Kate went on to explain. “Caroline will make us spend the next day and night in handcuffs, with our hands cuffed tightly behind our backs. She also gag us with silk scarves and if you’ve ever tried to spend a whole day with your hands cuffed behind you and then try to sleep, it isn’t very comfortable and you’ll regret it.”

“It may be fun to spend the day handcuffed with you Kate,” I replied, “but I’m not sure about all night.”

We chatted for a few minutes before saying our goodnights and I drifted off to sleep, with my torso being crushed by the locked leather corset. I also had no access to my manhood, who was firmly locked away in the built in plastic crotch plate of the corset.

Morning came soon enough and Kate was on the phone, explaining the doors would automatically open at ten on the weekends and seven during the week. She went on to explain that while she spent most of everyday, locked in the gatehouse, Caroline brought her up to the main house every Saturday where she’d be forced to clean the house, normally wearing the same maids outfit that she had worn to the party when we first met. I really did hope that Caroline didn’t expect me to clean up her house but then, that could give me an ideal escape opportunity. Yesterday was leather day, so that meant today must be Monday so my bedroom door would open at seven and I’d have the free run of the gatehouse all day. This would be a fantastic change from being locked inside Jessica’s basement cell, with no view of the outside. I now had a great view of the Lanarkshire countryside even though it was through fairly thick glass, with bars on every window, but still I couldn’t complain because as far as I was concerned, this meant a small step towards freedom. I couldn’t shower this morning (yet) because I needed to get rid of the leather corset that surrounded and squeezed my entire torso. At least when the heavy door to my bedroom / cell finally did open at seven, Caroline was there ready to release me and allow me to take a shower:

“Okay Sam, you’ve got fifteen minutes to shower and shave before I want to get you back into the corset,” demanded Caroline as she used Jessica’s special system to unlock and remove the tight corset. The shower was fantastic even if I had to watch my time, allowing me five to ten minutes for a good shave. As soon as I was dried Caroline was standing there, waiting to direct me back into the same corset that would trap my entire torso all day. That complete and me panting for every breath, I slipped into the cloths Kate was keen that I wore today. I pulled on the thick black Lycra tights and then the black cashmere pullover, finally followed by the short denim mini skirt that Kate had requested last night. I had no idea what shoes Kate wanted me to wear so I found a pair of high heeled leather boots and zipped them up to just below my knees. That done, Caroline was back at my bedroom door with a long brunette wig:

“Sam, this should make you look a little more feminine today,” explained Caroline. “I know Jessica would have made you wear a mask of some sort but I want you to enjoy your stay here a little more and look after Kate, I think we can forgo any mask for the meantime. In fact, I will use the threat of a mask as a punishment, should you misbehaviour. Are we clear?”

I thanked Caroline for her kindness and took the long brunette wig and placed it onto my head. I stood in front of the mirror and thought I passed, even if I clearly had a male looking face. I wasn’t keen on make-up so I accepted my current position and headed out of the bedroom to join Kate making us both breakfast, which Caroline announced she would be joining us. The three f us therefore sat and enjoyed each others company while eating breakfast and drinking coffee. Caroline was ready for work, wearing a typical dark business suit with short skirt and open neck blouse. At present Kate wasn’t dressed yet but Caroline seemed to be happy that her prisoner was still to get ready for the day ahead, even though neither of us were going anywhere.

“Okay, you two,” announced Caroline. “I’m going to Edinburgh today on business. “If you two are good today, when I get back around two-thirty, I give you both a special treat and allow you to go for a walk in the garden alone.”

I look up with a smirk on my face but Caroline smirked back:

“Don’t get ahead of you Sam, explained Caroline in a stern voice! “You’ll both be restrained so tight, you’ll not be moving very fast and as my entire estate is walled, there will no way to escape so don’t think there is any chance!”

As I thanked Caroline for her continued kindness, Kate had gone off to get ready for the day ahead. While she did that, Caroline followed so I used the time to tidy away the dishes and clean up after breakfast. It must have been twenty minutes before I had finished and Caroline was standing behind me, praising me for a good job but instructing me to put my hands behind my back. I didn’t even try to protest as she locked a pair of standard S&W cuffs on both wrists.

“I think Kate needs your help Sam,” explained Caroline as she said her goodbyes and left the gatehouse for her trip to Edinburgh.

With my hands cuffed behind my back, I headed for Kate’s bedroom and standing in the middle of the room was Kate. She was completely naked with her hands cuffed above her head, with the chain between the cuffs attached to chain bolted to a ring in the ceiling. When I say she was naked, she was except for the silk scarf or should I say scarves that were gagging her. As I said, she was naked and yes this really meant naked! She was free of the chastity belt so I guess Caroline had really instructed me to assist Kate with what she needed most, an orgasm.

As I approached Kate she moaned into her gag. Her mouth was certainly packed very tightly as very little sound came out. I moved closer and asked her gently if she wanted my attention, to which she nodded, giving me her consent. I kissed her neck and then moved down to her erect nipples, teasing her as I went, before moving back up to her neck and then to her nipples again. I turned around and pushed my fingers into her juices, which were flowing freely by now and she moaned a little more. As I removed then she grunted, I guess not wanting me to stop but I did stop and moved back to her nipples and neck. Next I knelt down on my knees, which was no easy task with my hands cuffed behind my back but this gave me the perfect position to slip my tongue into Kate’s mound again and tease her clit with every lick. I could feel her push harder and harder against my tongue but her wrists were pulled tight above her head and she had very little movement so you guessed it, poor Kate was completely at my mercy right now and I was in no hurry to let her off immediately with that all important orgasm. I therefore teased her for another ten or fifteen minutes until I knew she couldn’t take any more. I forced my tongue hard against her clitoris and with every stroke, Kate gained more and more excitement until she exploded all over my face. I then got up, said I’d be back in a minute and I headed to my ensuite to try and clean my face up, which again is fucking hard when your hands are cuffed behind your back!

It must of taken me twenty minutes of squirming until I was happy with my face. I could get a facecloth wet and even soap on it but then leaving it lying on the bathroom counter, I tried as best I could to rub my face into the face-cloth, trying my hardest to remove Kate’s sticky juices. When I finally returned to Kate, she was still in the same position (funny that) and I tried to use my teeth to pull down the top scarf that was wrapped around Kate’s lower face. I guess that this top layer scarf, held a second scarf tried tightly into her mouth, holding a third scarf in her mouth. After a few minutes, I did mange to pull the first scarf down around her neck but that others would probably be too difficult. At least now, I could kiss Kate’s mouth, even though a silk scarf was pulled tightly into her teeth but even without access to Kate’s tongue, we did make a good effort. There was very little else I could do for Kate so I turned on her TV and while I lay on her bed, Kate stood there and we both watched some rubbish day-time TV. This went on for a few more hours until I got horny again and decided to bring Kate to another orgasm, which took a little longer this time not because of Kate but because I teased her even harder! As I was finishing Kate off for the second time in a matter of hours, Caroline returned but as I knew Kate was so close, I took my time to push my tongue harder and harder into her clit until she exploded at the same time Caroline walked into the room.

“I can see you two are enjoying yourselves,” announced Caroline.

“Well Caroline, I had to do something for Kate as your cruelty meant weeks of pent up frustration,” I replied, before asking for my hands to be uncuffed so I could go and wash my face properly.

Caroline did unlock the cuffs immediacy so I could go and wash my face. As I returned to Kate’s bedroom, I watched as poor Kate fought Caroline as she locked the steel chastity belt around Kate’s waist, blocking off any fun for some time to come.

“Hold still Kate,” yelled Caroline as she placed the final padlock into position with a terrible CLICK!

Caroline then stood up and looked straight into Kate’s eyes:

“For that outburst, you’ll stay there for a while!”

With that Caroline, pulled the top layer scarf back over Kate’s lower face and then demanded that I turn around to be handcuffed again. I decided not to fight Caroline because I’d no idea what she’d do to poor Kate but as soon as I was cuffed, Caroline announced that she now needed some personal relief.

“I’ll make you a deal Sam,” explained Caroline. “If you can make me cum in ten minutes, I’ll free Kate. If you don’t she can stand there cuffed to the ceiling until dinner time and the pair of you can forget your walk.”

I agreed to take Caroline’s offer and she stood in front of me an pulled down her tanned tights and silk pants before instructing me to get down on my knees and do my best, right there in front of Kate, who would be watching. I did my best and got Caroline there in the end and even though none of us actually knew how long it took, Caroline released us both. Kate went off to take a shower and I clean my face once again.

Both Kate and I were hungry. It was mid afternoon and after a light snack, Caroline returned to allow us a little more freedom. She was certainly not taking any chances. Both Kate and I were wearing very similar attire and within only a few minutes, Caroline had our hands cuffed behind our backs and our ankles locked in a set of prison restraints. These restraints had a little less chain between the ankle cuffs and probably a link or two less between our handcuffs and the leg-irons. Once Caroline was happy that we were cuffed, she attached us both by another pair of 19” leg-irons. I thought that would be us done and ready for our walk but soon Caroline had pulled the blue silk Burqua over my head and Kate into a black Hijab. The dress went round her body like a black cloak and the head piece came over her head and face like a black ski mask, leaving only Kate’s eyes showing. Happy that were safe to walk, Caroline unlocked both doors to the gatehouse and give us two hours freedom in her extensive gardens. Kate and I were just glad of a little freedom so we chatted about all sorts of things and lost complete track of time. It was getting dark when Caroline came looking for us, instructing us both to head back to the gatehouse and our prison for the night. We were freed of the burqua, cuffs and leg-irons and allowed to spend the evening together, eating some dinner and watching TV on the couch together. BY bedtime, I asked Kate if she wanted to take the risk to spend the night in my room but after explaining how harsh Caroline could be, we both agreed that would have to wait to another day.

That first week with Kate was a fantastic change to the time I’d spent alone in Jessica’s basement cellar. Some days were spent in relative freedom and others were spent in tight bondage but by Saturday night, Kate and I took the risk to spend the night in my bedroom so we sneaked in there, allowing the doors to close, locking us both in my room for the night. We both reckoned that Caroline would want a sleep in on Sunday so the bedroom doors would automatically open a long before Caroline would appear to see us that day. That Saturday we feel asleep in each others arms. We both slept soundly until we were both wakened by the sound of Caroline yelling at us from behind the locked door. She was yelling at us as she used her key to over-ride the automatic mechanism and Kate was first to scramble to her feet, in fear of what would happen next. Caroline continued to yell at her, dragging poor Kate by the hair into her room, locking my door shut behind her:

“I’ll deal with you in a minute,” were Caroline’s last words to me as I could hear Kate shouting for mercy!

I could hear some fraction coming from Kate’s room so headed to my locked door to listen more carefully. The noise stopped as Caroline came back for me, yelling to me to put my hands behind my back as she very roughly locked the handcuffs around each writ, far too tightly.

“Caroline, please these are too tight,” I screamed!

“Fucking tough,” was Caroline’s only reply as I was now dragged by my short hair into Kate’s room to find her cuffed again to the ceiling with her mouth stuffed and covered.

A sat on the floor where Caroline dropped me, to go and rummage in one of Kate’s bedroom draws, looking for more scarves. My mouth was next as Caroline forced a small square scarf into my mouth, used a longer thin silk scarf to gag me, tying it far too tight behind my head.

“That’ll do you for now,” yelled Caroline as she marched off, locking the bedroom door behind us both.

I was surprised that Caroline didn’t use a third scarf on me but I guessed she had other plans when she stormed off in such a rage. As Kate and I were alone again, I stood up and leaned my head on her shoulder and tried to apologise from behind the silk gag. Kate knew what I was trying to say and I could feel she was trying to apologise also. It wasn’t long before Caroline returned, unlocking the bedroom door and dragging me out and away from Kate. She had a needle and syringe in her hand, which was soon jabbed in my arm.

“You’re going to pay for last night Sam, in fact you both are,” yelled Caroline!

Next she put a cap on the syringe and placed it back in her pocket. I knew I had been drugged but with what, I’d no idea. Caroline then dragged me back into the bedroom where Kate was trying to scream from behind the gag but Caroline just told her to, ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP!’

“I had an idea it would be a bad idea to bring Sam here,” yelled Caroline at poor Kate as tears streamed down her face!” Caroline then pulled a clear plastic looking hood from her pocket and looked straight into Kate’s eye’s; “For last nights disobedience and to teach you the lesion that I am prepared to kill, It’s over for Sam.”

I was starting to feel drowsy as Caroline pulled the clear plastic hood over my head and used the draw strings to pull the neck of the hood tight around my hood. At that point I panicked as I knew there was no way I could breathe in this hood. As the hood started to steam up with my exhaled breath, I could see Kate frantically pulling on the cuffs that held her so tight until I finally passed out.

Come on, you know I haven’t died, because if I had, how could be hear to tell the tale?

I’d no idea how long I’d been out but when I woke up, I was no longer in the gate house. It was dark wherever I was but I simply couldn’t move myself. My ankles were attached to the bottom of the bed I was lying on but my upper body was cocooned in some sort of plastic shell. The plastic shell was painfully tight but what was worse, was my arms were pinned tightly behind my back in the plastic shell. I wasn’t gagged so I was able to yell out for help and after only a few minutes, Caroline returned, switching on the ceiling light, blinding me.

“Right, you stupid little fucker,” Caroline said as she stared down at my helpless body. “As now know you’re not dead but I think you wish you were after a few weeks in your shell. Yes Sam, you’re wearing a very, very tight PVC corset, with an arm binder, holding your arms, probably painfully behind your back. I slipped you into the corset while you were sleeping and tightened it as hard as I could so I guess it is very tight! Once you were corseted and your arms bound, I wrapped you in a thin layer of quick drying surgical plaster just they now use to splint broken limbs. First of all I popped your prick into a plastic sheaf before wrapping him up tight. You will be able to take a piss but it will be awkward and you’ll always need some help. You’ll also soon realise that your arse is uncovered so you’ll be able to shit normally but again you’ll need help as your arms are completely fucking useless now. You’re locked inside the main house, my house as Kate thinks you’re dead. I’m about to go over and release her from ten hours of bondage as she is still hanging from the bedroom ceiling and probably still crying because poor Kate is convinced I’ve killed her boyfriend. I’m going to leave her to wallow for a night and then I’ll deliver you back to her in the morning. You’re probably still tired so I’ll leave you for the night. Get used to your new shell because you’re never going to get out of it. I’m not even sure I could release you if I wanted to and any hospital will also have problems as they’ll not want to cut into you but you’ll not need to worry about that because neither you or Kate are going anyway! With that, Caroline left, turning off the light.

It was a long night, locked inside my new shell, which was painfully tight. My arms ached for release but release never came. By morning I was just so glad to see Caroline as she came into the room and released my ankles for the bed straps.  Caroline helped me into a Lycra cat suit and yes, you’ve guess it; this cat suit had no arms. It covered from my feet to the neck and even with the zip just pulled up; there was no way for me to release the fucking thing! Next, she pulled on an armless black wool sweater dress. After pulling a pair of high heeled boots onto my ankles, it was time to head back to the gatehouse. Caroline just forced me through the inner door before locking it behind me and leaving. Kate then came running up to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately on the lips:

“I’m so sorry Sam, I’d no idea that bitch would do anything as bad as she did! I thought she’d murdered you but what the fuck has she done you?”

I then had to explain the whole sorry thing to Kate and the fact I was now trapped in the fucking shell forever. Kate promised to help me with everything and she was true to her word because we remained locked inside the gatehouse for the next two weeks and as time went on, the pain died down and I lost all feeling in my arms but I was useless do anything for myself anymore! Needless to say that Kate and I didn’t spend another night while in captivity in each others bed; in fear that something really awful would happen. Kate and I spent our days kissing and cuddling but as Caroline spent less time with us, Kate spent all her days and nights locked in the chastity belt. The plastic shell could get wet so showering was possible, which Kate helped me with every day. Each Saturday, Kate was taken by Caroline to the main house and she worked all day cleaning. On Sundays Caroline allowed Kate and I walk in the estate gardens for a walk. As usual, I wore the burqua, Kate wore a Hijab and while she was handcuffed, typically Caroline only joined us by one set of leg-irons, leaving one leg completely free each.

It would take another three weeks before Kate and I would finally gain our freedom and on this final part of the tale, I’ll explain how the whole sorry captivity ended:

The Beginning of the end!

It was a Monday morning, Kate and I had just finished our normal routine when the swat team arrived, breaking down both doors and finding us both in the lounge holding on to each other.

They yelled at us, shouting for Caroline Foster, but we could only tell them that we were alone and Caroline was probably in the main house. A female officer approached us, we confirmed our names and after some questions, Officer Tina Craig was happy about who we were. We were both taken straight to hospital, where I sit alone now, recounting the last twelve weeks for a police statement. Kate is away being seen by a doctor and hopefully getting cut out of the chastity belt. I sit here in my private room with Tina, telling her my story. The doctors are not sure how they are going to remove my shell but I’m heading for a full MRI later, which will hopefully give them some ideas. There is no way I want to be stuck in this fucking thing forever!

As it turns out, Jessica tried to get rid of my car. As soon as she turned the ignition and headed out of her garage, the TRACKER jumped to life and she only got about three miles when the police stopped her. She was arrested and after a raid on her Hamilton home, they found the basement cellar, my home for eight weeks. It only took a day of interrogation until Jessica blurted out the entire story and then dropped Caroline in it. Both were now is custody and would certainly not get bail. Hopefully their trial would start soon so we could get this whole fucking episode over and done with as soon as possible. Tina and I were just finishing when Kate returned to the private room and came straight over to kiss me:

“I’m free of the fucking belt Sam, I just hope they can free you of the shell very soon,” said Kate enthusiastically.

“They’d better Kate or you’ll have to look after me for life,” I responded with a smile on my face.

Kate and I laughed but there was a serious side to this discussion as no one yet knew what damage the shell will have done to me after weeks of wearing it. I would soon find out as the doctors carted me away to the MRI machine and freedom I hope.

It was dark outside when I was returned to the double ward, which was set aside for Kate and me only. I was finally free of the shell but I’d have to undergo treatment to get my arms working again as right now, hey were bloody useless.

The end of the beginning:

It’s been two years now since Kate and I gained our freedom. We’ve been living together from the minute we got out of hospital. I got the use of my arms back within only a few days of freedom and in one week, Kate and I will be married. Our lives will never be the same after those long dark days in captivity but one good thing came out of those terrible weeks of pain and bondage and that is US!

As you can imagine, we play lots of bondage games together and take turns to play top and bottom but our lives our complete now as we’ve got each other.

You might ask what happened to Caroline and Jessica. They got their bondage too in the form of a fifteen-year prison sentence. I’ve no doubt both girls will never get the same level of bondage they put Kate and I through. Both girls estates had to be sold to pay for compensation so Kate and I are able to spend our lives together in relative comfort.

THE END

Ed Kilpatrick

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