How did I get myself into this?

My name is Sam (Samuel) McDonald and it’s been just under four weeks now; four weeks trapped in the basement of a mad woman in Hamilton (Scotland).  As I sit here in my basement prison, gasping for breathe with my waist crushed by a special leather corset, my arms pinned to my back by the built in leather mono-glove and my entire body encased head to tow in a bright blue satin Burqua that imprisoned the women of Afghanistan for so many years under the brutal Taliban government; I contemplate how the hell I ever got into this hideous situation.

It all started four weeks ago on Monday, two days from now:

Monday, 1st November:

Monday was like any other day at the office in central Glasgow. No idea where the time went but soon it was time to catch the 17:57 train out of town. As most of you reading this story will know, you meet the same people every day, doing the same commute. I’d spotted the same girl on the train home for the past month or so. As I didn’t use the train every day, we managed a smile and a “Hi-there” when we did bump into each other. Today (Monday, November 1st) was a day I will never forget and one that I had wished I’d never been on that bloody train!

The mad-woman, ‘Jessica’ was a looker all right! It was winter so the standard corporate uniform for girls seemed to be polar-neck jumpers, skirts and legs encased in leather boots to the knees, with the rest of the leg visible but covered skin-tight black Lycra. Jessica was no different because today she wore her navy blue uniform with a black wool over-coat and a pale cream cashmere scarf, wrapped tightly around her neck. Her bleached blonde, shoulder length hair cascaded to her collar puffing out with the thick wool scarf tied around her neck.

Today Jessica sat opposite me. The smiles as we left central station turned into a conversation about how cold it was, by Rutherglen. By the time we got to Hamilton West, we both stood up to exit the train with several hundred other commuters. We continued chatting as we climbed the steps towards to bus stop and Jessica said, “Goodbye” as I headed towards my parked car.

My first massive mistake:

“Can I give you a lift home Jessica,” I offered?

“Sure Sam,” replied Jessica, “I only live about ten minutes away by car on the Larkhall side of town.”

We continued chatting as we got into my Volvo for the 2-mile drive to Jessica’s house. I was puzzled why Jessica didn’t have a car but she explained that she did but her BMW had been stolen three weeks ago and she was still waiting for the insurance to pay-up before ordering a replacement. Jessica was obviously fairly wealthy as she lived on the right side of town and drove an expensive German automobile. She explained that she had lived on her own since her husband of seven years left her just over a  ago for a younger woman. I complemented Jessica on how good she looked for 42 and her husband was mad leaving her.

We arrived at Jessica’s early 20th century stone house, which was typical of the area. It was nestled at the end of a suburban tree-lined avenue on the side of a hill so the drive way was steep and then at least twenty steps up to the front door.

“Thank-you very much Sam, would you like to come in for a coffee,” asked Jessica?

How could I refuse? I’d been single myself for more years than I can remember. Having moved around for so many years with my work had meant relationships and marriage had to take second place in my life but maybe there was something in this that might add some spice to my boring existence. I could never have guessed that four weeks later, I’d still be regretting that cup of coffee.

Jessica’s home was a home in the true sense. It was warm as soon as we walked through the front door and we stopped to remove our coats and place then on the rot-iron coat stand, which was just inside the hall. Jessica looked fantastic as her ample breast budged out the front of her tight wool sweater. Her hair waved in the air as she unwrapped the scarf and flung it towards the coat stand, briefly brushing my face, giving me a sweet smell of Jessica’s perfume on route. At the same time she lost her balance, hurtling towards my arms and dropping her hand-bag on the floor, emptying the contents across the hall. In the split second after, Jessica ended up in my arms with her sweet smelling scarf half wrapped around my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Sam but thank-you for catching me.”

I smiled at this blonde as I helped her back to here feet and then knelt down on the floor to help pick up the contents of her hand-bag, which I think was my next big mistake. I’ve always thought that no guy should ever see what is in a woman’s handbag but one item really did grab my attention:

“So what are these for Jessica,” I asked as I handed her back a rather heavy pair of handcuffs?

Jessica’s face went red as she took the handcuffs from me and tried to explain that they were her insurance policy against men she didn’t trust.

The conversation started to get more interesting as I teasingly asked Jessica if she trusted me, which she replied by simply saying she didn’t know:

“Would you like to try these on Sam and I’ll be able to trust you 100%,” asked Jessica with a glint in her eyes?

To be honest, I didn’t know what to do. This conversation was getting very interesting. I loved bondage and would often spend hours handcuffed in my own house, waiting until melting ice released the key to my freedom. This was very different though. I stood in front of a 42-year-old woman who I hardly knew and I was considering giving up complete control and therefore my freedom. I must have been mad but I always lived dangerously and looked Jessica straight in the eye:

“Can I trust you Jessica, if I hand over complete control to you,” I asked, continuing the tease?

“You’ll never know until you try Sam,” responded Jessica as she approached taking my left hand and closing the ratchet, savouring every click until my left arm was in her control.

I’ve no idea why I let her then turn me around, while I freely offered my right arm and therefore my freedom. The second cuff clicked into place, completing my handover of power to this beautiful woman I hardly knew.

“Now Sam; doesn’t that feel good,” asked Jessica as she approached and took hold of the wool scarf still dangling from my shoulder where it landed just before Jessica landed on me.

Using both ends of the scarf, Jessica pulled my head towards hers and we kissed for the first time. It was wonderful but what was I dong? I’d just handed over complete control to a woman I didn’t know and I was enjoying it! Jessica broke off the kiss and reminded me that we were to have coffee so I followed her into the living-room and she pushed me back on the couch. Again, using the scarf to pull my face into hers, she straddled my bound body and we kissed again. She began like a woman possessed and the passion was frantic. Next she stood up and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor so that she could step out. Jessica then pulled off her sweater revealing a tight black leather corset reducing her waist while causing her ample breasts to push up and out towards me. This matched the thick black Lycra tights and black leather boots that stood only feet away from me:

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

Of course my answer was ‘YES’ as this beautiful blonde in a combination of black leather and Lycra straddled me once more, and our tongues wrestled for at least another five to ten minutes.

“My corset interests you Sam, doesn’t it,” asked Jessica?

I looked into her eyes and explained that I had a fondness for all things tight and always imagined how one would look in real life.

“So you like bondage as well Sam,” asked Jessica with a smile in her face? “I guess that is why you were so keen to allow me to cuff you so easily!”

While I was a tad embarrassed, I did admit to Jessica that I loved being restrained but right now I would like some freedom to rub my hands all over her Lycra and leather covered body. It was clear that Jessica had no intention of releasing my hands just yet. She was happy that I was in her control and she wanted to show me just how much control she had over me!

“So Sam, how much do you really like tight bondage,” asked Jessica as she wrapped her wool scarf once around my neck and taking hold of the two ends, she starting pulling the scarf very tight around my neck?

We started kissing again with even more passion but this time I was being slowly strangled by Jessica’s scarf in some sort of Autoerotic Asphyxiation type ritual. I tried to tell Jessica that she was strangling me but then she already knew this as she pulled tighter and tighter on the scarf until my lips started to tingle and the life-giving oxygen needed to keep me breathing, reduced in enough quantity to cause me to pass out.

I can’t have been out for long as I came through, Jessica was still straddling me but her grip on the scarf had been released, leaving the soft and warm wool, wrapped loosely around my neck.

“I think it is about time for that coffee,” explained Jessica as she got up and headed towards the kitchen, leaving me sitting on the couch, recovering from a near-death experience.

I just sat on the couch with my arms still pinned behind my back by Jessica’s handcuffs and her heavily perfumed wool scarf still hanging around my neck. Soon she was back with two cups of steaming hot coffee in both hands. I asked how I was supposed to drink without the use of my hands and Jessica just laughed, explaining that that was half the fun for her being in control. She had the opportunity to hold the cup up to my lips, allowing me to drink the hot, welcome liquid but only when she agreed to offer the cup to my mouth.

I’m, not sure if I could describe the coffee as my third mistake because four weeks on, I think the whole encounter was one big mistake but it was clear within a few minutes of drinking the coffee that Jessica had drugged me! The room started to spin and while I tried my hardest to remain alert, complete tiredness overtook me and I collapsed into a black hole.

I’ve no idea how long I was out but obviously some time by the position I now found myself in. I slowly started to wake up and realised that I was lying flat on my back in the middle of a double bed. When I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes, I realised that my arms were cuffed to both corners of the metal headboard. In fact, my ankles were cuffed to opposite sides of the metal framed footboard as well leaving me in a rather exposed (spread-eagled) position. As the gravity of my current situation started to cause me some concern, I started to feel a pain in my stomach or should I say, ‘an incredible tightness?’ When I was able to focus, I immediately understand that Jessica had removed my male cloths and replaced them with an incredibility tight bright red leather corset / body suit, which covered my torso from my neck to the built in crotch, which was then contrasted with the thick black Lycra tights that encased the rest of legs to my toes. I then started to focus on my immediate surroundings. I was clearly in a large bedroom, not that different from a modern hotel room. I was chained to a large (king size) double bed and to my right, four feet away was a bank of built in wardrobes. To my left a small living area with sofa, two chairs and a large LCD TV. I could also see an open door, leading to an ensuite bathroom. What was most strange about this room, was the fact it had no windows and opposite my bed, instead of a door, there was a set of bars, which I guess would be locked, imprisoning me in some sort of basement cell. There was no way I was leaving the confines of my bed anyway, so for now this soft king sized bed was my prison within a prison. Breathing was very difficult due to tightness of the leather corset. I have to admit that it wasn’t unpleasant but fuck, it was tight!

I lay there for at least an hour, or that was how long I thought I waited until I heard high-heeled footsteps coming down stairs just outside the barred door. Jessica stood behind the bars and stared at me lying here in a position that I had no escape from.

“Ah, you’re awake Sam,” asked Jessica from behind the bars.

“Alright Jessica, you’ve had your fun, now what the fuck is going on,” I demanded?

In a rage, Jessica unlocked the barred door, entered my cell and went straight for one of the cupboards that lined the wall to my right.  I clearly recognised what she had in her had as a ball-gag, which was very quickly and methodically pushed into my mouth and strapped far too tightly behind my head.

“Now you moaning peace of shit,” explained Jessica; “you’ve now got no option but to listen to me!”

“You’re now located in my basement bedroom. As you can see, it is quite safe and you’ll soon come to realise that there is no escape from it! You’re here as my guest for as long as I decide to keep you here so any more outburst like you’ve just attempted will bring swift and extremely harsh punishment!”

“You were keen to handover control to me so I’ve now taken your little fantasies a step further. From now on you will stay in this room, wear what I give you to wear but I must warn you now that you’ll no longer have access to your male cloths but instead something along the lines of what you are wearing right now. From now on you’ll be wearing a corset 24x7, except for the times you are freed for a shower or a bath. The corset you are wearing is rather like a tight teddy. It is a special corset, completely bespoke and I’ve quite a few more for you to get acquainted with. This particular one has absolutely no laces and requires to be inflated to put it on and take it off. You’ll soon learn that you’ll have to step into my corsets, pull them up other your torso and using the rear locking zip, close the loose corset around your waist. As you can see, the corset is like a short sleeved teddy with built in crotch. To give you the added female figure, each has built in inflatable tits but the most exciting feature is this special pump that enables me and only me to apply or release the amount of pressure on your body. The figure hugging garment has is also heavily boned with steel rods that pull the corset even tighter when I release the pressure to give you an even tighter fit. You’ll soon notice that the crotch area is quite stiff and hard. Your dick is sealed behind a thick piece of plastic, which will ensure you can get no pleasure from you predicament!”

The true gravity of the position I was currently in was only just starting to sink in. What did this gorgeous but devious bitch want? Yes, I loved bondage and I had many dreams of being kidnapped by a beauty just like Jessica but I’d no idea in my wildest dreams that my fantasies would ever become a reality. I therefore calmed down and accepted even for only as long as I needed to, the position I was in. There was no need to panic (yet) and Jessica did seem a nice girl even though a tad mad but she certainly didn’t seem to want to cause me any harm.

“Okay Sam,” Jessica continued: “I’m going to leave you for a while to relax and let the true nature of your current position sink in. When I decide to release your bonds, you’ll here a bleep and the red LED that is currently alight on the cuffs restraining both your hands and feet will turn green and you’ll be able to open the ratchet and slide out. I’ll warn you now that you will only have 2 minutes to free yourself before the ratchets lock once more and you’ll be stuck again if you haven’t released yourself. Do you understand?”

I nodded to show Jessica that I basically understood what she was saying and with a smile she left, sliding the bar door closed with a chilling ‘CLUNK’ as it self-locked. Her footsteps disappeared into the distance as she marched up the stairs away from the basement and through another door, which I guessed, must have led to the ground floor. So here I was once again, cuffed and spread-eagled on this mad woman’s basement bed with my torso being slowly crushed by the leather corset that was locked around me. Time was going to pass slowly and my jaw began to hurt, a lot! If you have ever worn a large ball-gag for any length of time, you’ll know what I mean. Nothing you can do to relieve the pain in your jaw as it is forced open under the strain of the big red ball trapped behind your teeth. What the hell had I got myself into?

As time passed, I struggled against the cuffs that bound me so tightly to Jessica’s basement bed. There was no way to get loose and the more I pulled against the steel cuffs, the more pain and discomfort I caused myself. I looked at the cuffs that manacled my wrists above my head to the headboard and hoped every time that the little LED might be green and release would be mine but to no avail! I simply had no choice but to lie here and contemplate whatever this beautiful mad woman had in store for me. I started to question myself; ‘Why has she done this to me’ and ‘why me?’ The hours must have passed as my bladder started to remind me that it had been early afternoon since I’d taken a piss. I tried to call out to Jessica through the ball-gag but nothing that meaningful managed to get passed the hunk of rubber that filled my mouth. I thrashed against the cuffs but all I achieved was more discomfort and pain. It was then that I heard the ‘BLEEP’ that I’d been waiting for and as I checked the cuffs, the LED was now green and as I pulled against the steel cuffs the ratchet was free and the cuffs opened, releasing me from the bed where I’d been lying for many hours now. No time to wait as I jumped to my feet and headed straight to the ensuite bathroom. I took no time to check my surroundings, pulled down the tights and then I hit the first barrier. The leather corset I was wearing had a built-in bodice, which would not budge. What was even weirder was that the leather bodice of the corset seemed to be rock hard and there was no access to my dick and therefore that badly needed piss. What the fuck was I to do? Should I just sit down on the toilet and piss myself? To be honest, I needed to take the piss so badly, I took that decision and sat on the toilet and let go! To my amazement the trickle of urine exited from a hole as if there was a hose or channel directing the liquid away from me. The relief was unbelievable and soon I was finished and had time to check out my prison.

I stood up and saw myself in the bathroom mirror. I was this idiot looking guy, dressed in a bright red leather corset / bodysuit with my legs encased in thick black Lycra tights. The red ball-gag still filled my mouth so I reached up behind my head and un-did the buckle, which allowed me to remove the horrible gag. I was surprised that Jessica hadn’t locked it on me in some way but relieved all the same that I jaw could now recover. The bathroom wasn’t that spacious but still had room for the all-important toilet, wash-hand-basin and a bath with shower screen and shower. Tiled from ceiling to floor there wasn’t much else to say about the bathroom. As I entered the main living area I through the ball-gag towards the bed and checked out the sofa, chairs and LCD TV that sat in the corner of the living area. To my surprise, the TV worked and within a few minutes I was surfing the myriad of cable channels from BBC1 through to complete Discovery and movie package. Not too bad I thought but I had to check out the barred door and what was in the closets.

As expected the barred door was locked and it seemed, my only way out of the basement prison. No point dwelling on that as I picked up the ball-gag from the bed and headed towards the closets that covered an entire wall of the basement room. I guess it wasn’t a surprise to find them all locked so there was no way to replace the ball-gag from where Jessica removed it in the first place and no way to see what else filled these cupboards. There wasn’t a lot else I could do but chuck the ball-gag back onto the bed and head back to the living area to watch some TV. It was only then that I realised that it was 10PM as the BBC 10 o’clock news was just starting. I had no option but to accept my predicament and sit down to watch the news.

‘Reporting Scotland’ was just finishing at 22:35 when I heard footsteps on then stairs so I headed straight to the barred door where Jessica was standing, stilling wearing her tight corset and tights but hording a tray of food.

“Sam, if you look below the foot of the bed, you’ll find a large cuff attached to a length of chain. Please place it around one of your ankles and then come over here to the bars, turn around and allow me to handcuff you,” asked Jessica in a relaxed voice?

I did exactly as she asked but not because I didn’t want to cause trouble but I guess because Jessica asked in such I nice way. I found the large leg-iron, closed it around my right ankle and then approached the barred door and turned around. Jessica then cuffed both my hands tightly and asked me to go over to sofa and sit down, which I did immediately, trailing a heavy length of chain with me.

As soon as I sat down, Jessica used her keys to enter the basement cell and after picking up the tray of food, she entered the cell, walking passed me and placing the tray on the small table that sat between the sofa and the TV. Turning towards me, Jessica stopped to say:

“Here is a light snack Sam. I’ll leave you to eat and I’ll be back at eleven to see how you are before bed time.”

I just sat there and looked up at this beauty that had imprisoned me early this afternoon:

“Why are Jessica you keeping me here,” I asked?

Jessica looked down at me, folded her arms and just stared:

“You are my pet project Sam. I find you a very attractive man, which is simply an added bonus. I know you enjoy spending time in bondage so this is your chance to play out your fantasies. Anyway, time to go. I’ll be back at eleven.”

As soon as the barred door was locked, Jessica suggested I go over to have my handcuffs released. I guess this was a good idea because how was I going to eat with my hands cuffed behind my back? The leg-cuff wasn’t removed as Jessica explained it would allow me reasonable freedom of the basement but if I got through the barred door, I’d only get about six feet up the stairs, ensuring I wasn’t leaving! That said, she left and I tucked into the toast and coffee she’d left me. Eleven o’clock came soon enough and Jessica was back at the barred door, asking me to return to be restrained once again. Again I was told to go and sit on the sofa as Jessica entered the basement cell but this time she sat beside me and put her arm around me:

“Sam, your stay here doesn’t have to be that bad. I’m sure you will actually enjoy it given time to accept your situation,” explained Jessica.

“I suppose time will tell Jessica but how long do you intend to keep me here,” I asked looking straight into her big blue eyes?

“I’m not sure,” replied Jessica. “I’ll see how our current arrangement holds and depending on your behaviour we’ll just have to wait and see.”

I then started to question Jessica on why she dressed me the way she did:

“To be completely honest with you Sam,” explained Jessica. “I love the way men look and feel while wearing female clothing. You always wanted to know what it would be like to wear a corset; now you know! Most men love the soft feeling of Lycra tights or stockings and I’m fairly sure you’re no different.”

“Okay Jessica I understand but what is the reason for the hard panel in the crotch of this corset,” I asked?

“It’s quite simply Sam,” stated Jessica. “While you are in my care and on your own down here, you’ll be wearing some sort of chastity device. I don’t want your perverted little male brain working over-time when I’m not around. You’ll notice when you get horny that your little man will simply have no room to expand. He’s currently trapped in a hard plastic tube, which is itself trapped behind a plate of steel that makes up the crotch of your corset. Taking a piss is possible but you’ll soon learn that you’ll have to take dump once a day when you’re free of the corset for showering in the morning.

I sort of regret asking Jessica about the chastity features in the corset but I suppose I needed to know the limits she had set for me, while I was locked in her little prison. It was clearly time for bed as Jessica stood up, lifted the tray ands headed for the unlocked (open) barred door. Once it was locked, Jessica called me over to have both the leg-cuff and handcuffs unlocked. I was told to get a good night sleep and she would return in the morning. As soon as she left, I had complete freedom, even though locked in the confines of her basement prison. The bathroom was well stocked with soap, tooth-paste and a tooth-brush. Towels and facecloths were also available and I had control of the lighting so after my toilet duties I head straight for bed. Sleeping was certainly not going to be easy! Questions went around and around in my head, ‘how had I got myself into this mess?’

Sleep must have followed at some point as I awoke sometime with calling to the toilet. Because there were no windows in the basement cell, I had no idea what time it was until I looked at the clock radio beside my bed. It was just before six-am, which was when I’d normally be getting up. A quick trip to the toilet to take a piss but on my return towards the bed, Jessica was standing at the locked bars:

“Good-morning sleepy-head.”

I pretty well grunted a response whilst heading back to bed but Jessica had other ideas. I was ordered to face down on top of the bed and place my feet first and then my wrists into the cuffs attached to the four opposite corners of the bed. Restraining by ankles was fairly straight forward and at least one wrist by while I could reach to place my other wrist into the open cuff there was no way for me to cuff the open cuff around my wrist:

“Jessica dearest,” I muttered in an extremely sarcastic voice. “How am I meant to close this cuff when my other wrist is already connected to the other side of the headboard?”

Jessica just laughed and explained that it was probably already safe to come into the room and secure my other wrist. There was no way I was going anywhere with both ankles and one wrist already cuffed to the bed! As soon as my free hand was no longer so free, Jessica sat on top of me and started plugging in the corset pump, which started releasing the pressure around my entire body as the whirring motor did its business.  Unlocking and unzipping the tight corset that had imprisoned my torso in its tight grip since my kidnap last night. I’ve no idea how naked Jessica was below her towelling robe but I was in no position to do or see much being cuffed spread-eagle on the bed, faced down. The relief was incredible as the corset finally came loose.

“There you go Sam,” explained Jessica. “As soon as I leave the cell, I’ll unlock your cuffs. You’ll then be able to free yourself, remove the remove the corset and take a shit, shower and a shave. I’ll be back in about twenty minutes to prepare some new cloths for you today.”

And with that, Jessica got off me, headed for the open door and soon closed and locked the bars behind her. The cuffs bleeped and I was free to remove the rest of the corset and the Lycra tights. Freedom felt so good as I headed for the bathroom. The shower felt fantastic and what a difference it made being able to move my body freely without the restriction of the tight corset. I remember that Jessica’s comment last night that I would remain corseted 24x7 unless I was having a shower or a bath. Oh well, maybe it wasn’t that bad and I loved the look the bloody thing give me. I was day-dreaming away when I knew it was time to get out of the shower and shave before Jessica returned.

I didn’t want to annoy her on my first morning and I desperately needed a way to escape to no time to waste. I was just finishing my shave when I heard Jessica calling me back into the main room. On my return I saw the real beatify she was standing wearing a tight sweater and long pencil skirt, with leather high-healed boots. I remarked on how good she looked but Jessica just smiled and pointed out the fact she was holding a tazor and would not hesitate on using if I didn’t follow her instructions.

Jessica handed me a black bodysuit / corset, just like the one I wore last night except this one was black. Jessica explained that I just had to step into this one and pull the leather bodysuit over my torso. Easier said than done as I had to direct my penis into the built-n sheath that would keep any sense of pleasure locked away for the period I was being forced to wear the corset. That done, Jessica approached and warned me again about the tazor. I took the hint not to attempt anything stupid on my first morning and Jessica approached to pull the zip up to the leather collar that doubled as a locking point for the zip pulley. That done Jessica inserted the pump and started the motor that soon start deflating the corset, tightening around my entire body.

“Enough Jessica,” I demanded as my breathing became more laboured and the tightness turned into pain.

“Don’t be such a wimp Sam,” responded Jessica as she relished in my discomfort!

Jessica explained that this corset would not restrict me taking a piss but as she explained last night, a dump would out of the question. It felt tighter than the suit I’d been wearing all night and Jessica explained that each day, she would increase the tightness just a little and soon I’d not only get used to the discomfort but I’d soon need the corset in my life to remain sane.

“I’ve left you some cloths to wear today Sam. I’m off to make you some breakfast so when I come back in fifteen minutes, please ensure you are dressed and have your ankle locked in the leg-cuff  we used last night,” demanded Jessica!

I sorted each piece of clothing out in order:

First thing was clear that I needed to fit a garter belt around my now slim waist. Not that difficult a job, which prepared for a pair to thick black stockings that attached to the garters hanging from my corseted waist. It was only then, when I looked down to attach the first stocking to the garter did I realise how tight the corset actually was. My breathing became even more laboured as I bent and the large inflated breast that were built into the corset (bodysuit) restricted my vision. I wanted to play with my tits but I had a job to do right now so I started (with difficultly) to roll up each stocking and attached them to the garter belt.

Next I pulled on the short black and white patterned skirt. While it was a tight fit, I had no problem closing the zip and smoothing it out against the soft Lycra of my stockings.

Next I pulled on a black wool sweater that moulder itself to my new enforced corseted body. The soft wool felt good and I started to get horny as I rubbed my hands over the soft material.

Finally I picked up the pair of leather boots and slid my Lycra clad legs into the soft leather. I’d fantasised about wearing leather boots before so I savoured every second until the zips were pulled up.

As I completed Jessica’s final instruction, she re-appeared at the bars:

“Fuck you look great in that gear Sam. I wish I didn’t have to go to work today,” remarked Jessica.

“You’re not going to leave me locked in here all day today Jessica, are you,” I questioned as she entered the basement with a tray in her hands.

“Yes I am,” replied Jessica, “and yes, you will be spending all day in here like every day from now on, until I get fed-up with you.”

I reminded Jessica that I had a job to go to myself and that I would play her games if this nightmare ended now and she released me. Jessica warned me to behave of punishment would be severe. She explained that there was no doubt that I would become a missing person but my car was now securely hidden and as far as the COPS would be concerned, I simply disappeared. This was also part of her game; to see how the authorities handled my disappearance but all the time I would be imprisoned in her basement dungeon.

Jessica had also brought breakfast so as soon as my ankle was secured to the leg-cuff that would keep attached the base of the bed on a long chain; she unlocked the barred door and entered the basement room with a light breakfast for two. Yes, she had also joined me for breakfast. We sat opposite each other across the table and tucked into toast and coffee. I had thought my morning ordeal was over but I was wrong when Jessica demanded that I go over to the hoist that I hadn’t notice before but hung from the ceiling near to the barred door. As directed, I slipped my hands into the leather cuffs at each end of the horizontal steel pole. Using a remote control, Jessica tightened the leather straps and raised the host, dragging my bound body towards the ceiling and me on my tip-toes.

Jessica then disappeared from my vision as she headed behind me to one of the locked closets and removed something I couldn’t see because I was facing towards the TV area of the basement bedroom. Jessica then explained that another fantasy of hers was masks and most days I would spend the entire day wearing, whichever mask she chose for me that day:

“Sam, do you remember the film, THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK,” questioned Jessica?

Of course I did but I started to panic a little when Jessica produced a fearsome looking steel helmet, which was split into two; a back and a front.

“This is one of my favourite masks Sam,” Jessica went on to explain. “Most of my masks attached to the common back piece using a number of tiny springs inside the face piece. To lock the two parts together (she demonstrated as she explained), I just slot the two sides together and they click into place. They then cannot be separated without this special key, which I slot into the rear part of the helmet and wind until the springs retract and the two parts separate again. The whole helmet is quite heavy but I think you might enjoy this version today, which as you can see has two eye holes, a small hole in the nose for breathing and a series of perforations around the mouth, which will allow a small straw to pass through but that is it.

Jessica then approached me holding the face section up as she came closer. I started to pull back but my bonds wouldn’t allow much movement at all:

“Come on Sam,” said Jessica. “You will be wearing a helmet today but it is your choice to accept this one or I’ll force you into a more severe helmet, with no eye-holes at all and you can spend the day in darkness so it is your choice, accept this one or your day will get even worse!”

Not happy with my current situation, Jessica approached again holding the face mask against my face, while sliding the rear part into position until the CLICK told me that my head was encased in steel for as long as Jessica wanted. The helmet was very heavy and the internal padding reduced a lot of the sound entering my ears but I could see out and breathing wasn’t any worse than normal with my torso being squeezed so tightly by the leather corset.

“Now Sam, I’ve left a flask of coffee and soup for you today and don’t worry, I have provided straws that I know will fit through your mask. You can go to the toilet easily (for a piss only) so there is nothing more to say other than I’ll see you around six-thirty tonight. Have a pleasant day,” and with that she was out of the basement, locking the barred door, releasing me from the hoist by remote control and I was no on my own for the rest of the day.

Fuck, was it going to be a long day!

I had a look at myself in the mirror, dressed in the female clothing with my head covered in this hideous steel helmet was bad and I’d no way to escape!

When I look back on that first / second day now, four weeks ago, I have a strange feeling that I could be here in another four weeks with no chance of escape. Tonight will be my best chance ever but I’ll tell you more about that later.

That first day was without a doubt the worse. Yes, there have been worse and more painful days, which you’ll hear about later as you read this tale, without a doubt, Tuesday was the most difficult to get through.

I spent that first day fighting with my situation and not my emotions. I fought time and time again to remove that fucking helmet that imprisoned my entire head. I could easily remove the female cloths that Jessica had forced me to wear but what was the alternative? The basement wasn’t the warmest place in early November so taking off any of the female garb I was wearing was maybe not a good idea.

I should have spent the day trying to understand ‘why’ I was here and maybe the ‘how’ to escape might have followed more easily.

Anyway, back to Tuesday, 2nd November and my fist full day in captivity:

Today was truly horrendous! I spent all day trying to find ways to escape and in-between giving up and trying again, I watched some TV; slept and even managed to drink the soup and coffee Jessica had left for me. The helmet was a pain and I was going to tell Jessica exactly how I felt about it when she came home. I did however get moments of pleasure while lying on the bed, still shackled by one ankle cuff and a long chain. My frustration then just continued due to my failure to gain access to my cock through the heavy padding and plastic sheath that imprisoned my cock.

By the time seven o’clock came and I heard noises upstairs, I was no mood to be nice to Jessica. I’d worn this fucking helmet all day, sucked soup and coffee through a straw and I was extremely pissed off. By the time she came down stairs I had no plans to be compliant. She was beautiful, standing behind the bars in a neck to tow PVC catsuit, made from the shiniest black skin tight rubber. Her blonde hair cascaded to just below her shoulders and she stood there asking how I was and directing me to turn around and allow her to handcuff my hands so that she could enter the cell:

“Fuck off Jessica,” I screamed! “I’ve been stuck in here all day, with this fucking helmet locked onto my head and you fucking expect me to just turn around and let you abuse me even more! I want out of these sissy cloths and out of this fucking situation!”

What did I really expect? Jessica wasn’t happy and stormed upstairs. Within what seemed like only seconds, she was back down stairs waving keys to my helmet in her right hand.

“Okay Sam, come here and have the keys to the helmet,” she offered but how stupid was I to think Jessica was about to just hand me some freedom?

As soon as I approached the bars, the bitch brought round her left hand and as soon as I was able to recognise she was holding a tazor gun, it was too late. The pain in my groin was a believable and I went down like a sack of potatoes. I was shaking like a leaf, which enabled Jessica to unlock the cell door and before I’d time to recover from the shock, she had my hands cuffed behind my back and the leg-cuff released.

“Get up you sack of shit,” she yelled!

I was in no position to argue as Jessica dragged me to my knees and hauled me towards the wardrobes, which didn’t seem that strange as I was having difficultly focusing at all, never mind any comprehension on what she was doing. The far left wardrobe door opened and it was clear that this was a secret entrance to another room, a very small room, which had its own inner barred door that was already slid half open and therefore unlocked. Jessica dragged me into the tiny cell and quickly exited, sliding across the bars and locking them automatically on closing.

“You’ll learn Sam,” explained Jessica in a very serious voice!

With that she closed over the outer wardrobe door and turned my world into darkness. All I could do was sit on the hard tiled floor with my arms pinned behind my back by Jessica’s handcuffs that got me into this shitty situation last night. I had no idea how long I sat there until I heard the outer door opening and Jessica turning on the light, which nearly blinded me. She unlocked the outer bars and put a bucket down by the open entrance, just inside the cell.

“This bucket is for you to piss in Sam and this plastic beaker has some soup in it and here is the straw,” explained Jessica as she approach and forced the straw into my mouth through the mesh on my helmet. She then left me alone again, locking the barred door and closing the outer wardrobe door but this time she left the light on so I could eat my soup through the straw.

I have to admit, I was in trouble here. Jessica had beaten me once again and I was now in a worse position than I was before. How much worse could it get for me? I’ve no idea how long I waited after finishing my soup but Jessica did return but said nothing as she lifted the empty breaker and left the cell once again but turning off the light again and I was now in darkness. I sat there in the tiny cell all night, with my sore arms pinned to my back, trying to get comfortable but simply unable. I found it nearly impossible to take a piss in the bucket because the cell was in complete darkness and my hands were cuffed behind my back. I did make a mess but there was nothing I could do to avoid it. Thanks goodness I didn’t have to negotiate pulling down tights as the stockings meant fairly easy

I drifted in and out of sleep through exhaustion but morning did come with Jessica unlocking the outer door and turning on the bright light.

“Are you prepared to give in Sam and accept your situation,” asked Jessica?

“What option do I have Jessica but please understand, I can never accept this situation but I have to admit, you have broken me this time,” I replied.

I was told to get up and exit the cell, which was easier said than done with my hands cuffed. Once out in the outer cell, Jessica asked me to knee down so that she could unlock my helmet, which was such a relief from 24 hours of constant wearing. Jessica then left the basement cell and once on the other side of the bars, she offered to unlock my handcuffs so that I could get undressed and take a shower before breakfast, which was an extremely welcome release from 24 hours of bondage. By the time I’d finished my shower, Jessica had left out cloths for me to wearing today. Another pair of opaque stockings and a blue leather corset. Going through the same process as yesterday, I pulled on the blue corset and with Jessica’s help it was soon zipped closed and locked at the collar. Then began the daily drudge of inserting the pump and the tightening process, which reduced me to a panting idiot!

Jessica instructed me to put on the thick black stockings then the navy blue, floral print dress and high heeled boots before locking my ankle into the leg-cuff again while she went off to get breakfast. I was in no position to complain because I was starving this morning as I’d had nothing to eat except soup for the last 24 hours! Like yesterday morning Jessica and I ate breakfast together and chatted while watching some breakfast TV news.

It was time for her to go to work and time for my head to be locked into the helmet once again. I didn’t argue this morning and sat on the bed while Jessica retrieved the rear section and held it in place while slotting in and locking the front mask. This morning I hadn’t noticed that Jessica had replaced the front face plate with a new face plate. This one had no eyes but the same grill over my mouth so today I was going to be blind. Jessica explained that she had left soup in a flask in the same position she had yesterday morning but maybe today, I’d be a little nicer when she got home from work and I would be rewarded with a nice meal tonight. With that she was gone and I was locked in my own world of darkness for the next eight hours.

Just like yesterday, today was going to be equally as boring except today I was blind! One positive did come out of my night in the small cell. I was very tired and managed to pass some of the day by napping, which wasn’t easy with my waist being squeezed so tightly. I did managed to find the flask and even got some soup through the straw Jessica had provided. Remembering where I’d left the TV remote was impossible to there was no way I’d be able to catch up on the news today at all. While today did pass slowly, the day did pass and soon I heard footsteps upstairs and finally the door to my cell being unlocked:

“Well Sam, are going you going to be more compliant this evening,” asked Jessica?

There was no way I was going to piss her off this evening. I was tired and fed-up wearing the mask so I politely asked Jessica if she would be so kind and remove the mask, which she did this evening without any hesitation but only after she handcuffed my hands behind my back. I thanked her and carefully considered the sight that stood in front of me this evening. Jessica was wearing a tight leather mini-dress that came from the tightly buckled collar around her neck to the black fishnet stockings that entered the top of her knee-high black leather boots.

“You look fantastic tonight Jessica”, I remarked.

She seemed genuinely pleased that I’d complemented her and with that I was rewarded by a passionate kiss, which was the first kiss we’d had after the realism that Jessica had taken me prisoner.

“You see Sam; if you just accept your fate here with me, you will enjoy your stay even more!”

“How can I accept this fate Jessica,” I responded? “You’re keeping me against my will in your basement cell. I’ve been wearing woman’s cloths since Monday night and I’ve had some sort of bondage added for my entire stay. If you hadn’t done this, we would have probably gone on to be great friends, even lovers and I would have more than likely accepted your dominance as part of our love making routine.”

It was clear as we kissed more that Jessica had a need that she required to be satisfied. Her dominance of me had gotten the best of her and she needed fucked.

This was very evident when she unlocked my hands from behind my back then started removing my female attire and finally the bodysuit / corset that also imprisoned my dick all day, every day. Jessica then pushed me back onto the bed and began to secure my hands and feet secured into her remote cuffs at opposite ends of the both the head-board and foot board. Jessica had a plan to relieve herself of some pent up frustration. Climbing on top of me, my best friend sprung to life by standing to attention and allowed this beautiful blonde to lower herself onto him. There wasn’t a lot I could do but lie there and allow Jessica to pump herself into frenzy and finally an orgasm. I screamed at Jessica to hold on just a few more seconds until finally I was rewarded with an explosion myself. Jessica finally collapsed on top of me and she hugged my bound body until she finally relaxed after her exertions.

We kissed for at least another ten or so minutes until Jessica finally sat up on the bed and we chatted for another half-hour.

“Jessica, can I asked you a favour please?”

“Sure Sam,” replied Jessica.

“Can you please allow me to have a bath this evening?”

“I think that would be an excellent idea Sam,” replied Jessica.

She soon left the cell, allowing the cuffs to remotely unlock and me to gain some more freedom, even though I was still locked within her basement prison.

The rest of that first fateful week in captivity carried on with somewhat of a routine.

Each day Jessica would find me some new female outfit o wear and each day I was allowed the freedom of the basement cell with only my right ankle attached to the foot of the bed with a long chain connected to a single leg-cuff.

I wore the same steel mask that I first wore on Tuesday but on Thursday and Friday I was allowed the relative freedom of having the mask that allowed me to see via two eye holes.

On the Friday evening Jessica returned home from work and suggested I take a shower. The weird thing was I was told that the steel helmet would not be removed but during the shower I understood why. Jessica had given me a new soap to used, which removed all my body hair, leaving the hair on my head safe under the steel helmet.

Jessica told me that she would spend more time with me during the weekends and while Saturday would be a silk day, Sunday would be a leather day.

I loved silk so I went off to sleep on Friday night actually looking forward to what Saturday would have in store.

By Saturday I was accepting more my current situation. I’d no idea why Jessica had kidnapped me but the fact she had was enough to keep the thought of escape at the forefront of my mind. I slept well through Friday night into Saturday morning. My new smooth (shaved) skin felt weird but not in an unpleasant way. I woke earlier than Jessica so I had the relative freedom of the basement cell with no chains attached to my body in any way. I was naked except for the tight leather corset that depressed my body into a tight female figure and kept my prick well out of reach! After taking a piss, I sat on the sofa and caught up on some breakfast TV. Nothing too exciting in the world today like most other days this week. I was slightly surprised that there had been no mention of me going missing on the local Scottish news but there was nothing I could do to tell the world of my current situation.

It was around 10am when I heard footsteps on the stairs coming down to the basement cell. She stood outside the locked bars and asked if I’d co-operate with her this morning. I agreed and she entered the cell to first of all release the leather corset, which allowed me to pull it off. I was then instructed to take a shower and when she returned, I was to have placed my wrist into the open leather loops on the corseting bar and wait Jessica’s return. After my shower and shave, I simply headed over to the bar, which was raised at about seven feet so I could easily slide my hands into the leather loops and wait until Jessica returned. It was only five or so minutes when I heard the footsteps on the stairs and the loops being tightened around my wrists, holding me once again ready for whatever Jessica had in store for me today. Without saying a word, she unlocked the cell door and headed straight for the cabinet to retrieve whatever she wanted me to wear today. I tried my best to look over my shoulder but strung up in the way I was, made turning my head very difficult. I hadn’t long to wait until Jessica started fashioning a thick silk / satin corset around my waist. Like the others I’d worn this week, this corset had built into breast but an open crotch handing down from the front where garters hung empty awaiting to be connected to stockings. This corset was very soft and luxurious but it was tight, very tight and Jessica tugged on laces this time until I was gasping for air. Happy that I was corseted to her satisfaction, Jessica next helped me into a pair of extremely soft black silk stockings. These were very different from the thick Lycra stockings and tights I’d already worn this week. These were made of thin, stretchy silk material and felt really smooth against my shaved legs. I soon knew that my prick would be out of reach as Jessica positioned him into the pocket of the crotch strap, which was soon buckled to the rear of the silk corset very tightly. Next Jessica slipped my feet into a pair of high heeled shoes, which again was very different for the boots I’d worn this week. It was clear these shoes were not coming off as the straps were buckled up tight, followed by the click of a tiny padlock at each ankle. Jessica then came around to my front and we kissed patiently.

“You look and feel great already Sam,” explained Jessica as she rubbed her hands over my silky smooth underwear.

I was so horny and frustrated by the bondage.

“Sam, I’m going to leave you for ten minutes so that I can get dressed. I’ll release your hands as soon as I leave the cell but while I’m gone can you please put on the dress I’ve left on the bed for you,” requested Jessica as she locked the leg-iron around my right ankle and left the cell, locking the barred door behind her.

I did as Jessica asked and I was rewarded by a silk (floral print) summer dress that slid easily over my head and ended just above my knees. The dressed zipped from the back and I was ready for the day. When Jessica returned she was wearing a very similar dress with high healed shoes but in her case, they were not locked. To complete Jessica’s outfit, she wore a silk scarf tied tightly around her neck with the ends hanging down her back. She looked great and I complemented her as she entered the basement cell. She had a bundle of silk in her hands, which I recognised as about five or six silk scarves as she dropped them on the bed beside me.

“What are all the scarves for Jessica,” I asked?

“It’s quite simple Sam,” replied Jessica. “I plan to spend most of the day with you down here and I don’t want to use the chains on you. As I explained last night, Saturday will be a silk day and tomorrow a leather day. The chains will ruin the effect so I plan to tie you up using these silk scarves.”

It was clear Jessica had no intention of tying me up right now as she dumped the pile of scarves on the bed, picked one up and tied it tightly around my neck.

“It’s time for breakfast Sam,” explained Jessica, “so I’ll leave tying you up until later. There is no use you not being able to eat yourself so I’ll go upstairs and fetch some food for us both. Don’t go away!”

Here I was on my own once again. Locked in Jessica’s basement cell wearing an assortment of silk female clothing and feeling really horny. I could feel me dick trying to break loose from padded crotch strap of the silk corset as I ran my hands over my silk covered legs, which felt fantastic in the soft, thin silk stockings.

It wasn’t long until Jessica returned with a tray in her hand. I stood by the barred door until it was unlocked and I took the tray from her, taking it to the small table by the sofa, in front of the TV.

“Thank you very much Sam,” remarked Jessica. “I’m glad to see you’re accepting your situation after only five days.”

I looked at Jessica and smiled at her:

“Do you know something Jessica,” I asked? “We could have been great lovers but you’ll soon come to know me better over time and you’ll then understand that I’ll never accept my imprisonment here in your house!”

We continued to chat over breakfast but Jessica assured me that she had no intention of letting me go in the short term so I’d really no option but to accept my imprisonment at her hands. It was clear neither of us would win this argument and I headed off to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a piss, dragging the ten-meter length of chain attached the leg-cuff, locked round my right ankle.

When I returned to the room, Jessica was now sitting on the bed, folding one of her myriad of silk scarves into a thin band:

“Come over here please Sam and turned around,” she demanded in her sexiest of voices?

I simply smiled and followed Jessica’s instructions as she tied my hands behind my back (palm to palm) with a luxurious, soft silk scarf. This new bondage was tight but felt great and soon my ankles had the same tight band of silk tied around them, which allowed Jessica to unlock the leg-cuff, freeing me from the bed. If only I had the chance to untie myself, I could over-power Jessica and gain my freedom but my new silk bondage did feel very tight! Next Jessica picked up a small square silk scarf and rolled it into a ball, before forcing it into my mouth. She then folded another silk scarf and forced it between my teeth, tying it off behind my head, ensuring the smaller scarf stayed inside my mouth, effectively gagging me. Jessica was obviously not satisfied with my gag as she folded another much longer silk scarf into a wider band and wrapped it twice around my face, tying it off behind my neck also. Next thing Jessica did was untie the scarf, she tied around my neck earlier, which was little odd until I realised she wasn’t finished. Taking a much larger square of silk, Jessica draped this over my entire head and using the same scarf to seal my head by tying it tightly around my neck once more. I was now completely gagged and blind with my head sealed inside a thick layer of silk:

“Now that looks much better,” explained Jessica as she helped me hop over to the sofa and sit down so we could both watch TV.

I suppose I could only listen to the TV as I couldn’t see a thing through the thick layer of silk!

The local BBC news was on and I soon realised that I was being mentioned on the news: A local-man, Sam MacDonald had gone missing last Monday and the police were worried for his safety as there had been no sign of either him or his car since leaving the Hamilton West train station on Monday evening around six-thirty. The news article then went on to explain that CCTV footage showed me leaving the station, talking to a blonde female but that was the last either of us had been seen. I mumphed until my gag, trying to get Jessica’s attention but she simply turned off the TV in a panic and explained that if the police interviewed her, she’d simply tell them that I’d chatted her up and she hadn’t seen me after we parted at the bus stop. I then started to fight my bonds and find some way to loosen the noose that bound my wrist but to no success. Jessica just laughed at me and said that I would deserve some freedom if I managed to get loose. This gave me even more reason to try and escape but all I was doing was cooking myself under various layers of silk that covered my body from my head to my toes.

“Sam, calm down or you’re going to hurt yourself,” demanded Jessica in a slightly sympathetic voice.

It was no use as I ignored Jessica and fought hard to try and release my bonds. I could faintly hear Jessica get up and retuned to me fighting myself:

“You’ve left me no alternative Sam,” explained Jessica as she rolled my bound body onto my stomach and started to attach more scarves to my already bound hands and feet.

Soon I was effectively hogtied with at least another two or maybe three scarves attaching my hands to my feet, leaving me nothing else to do but wriggle around like a beached whale. Jessica left me alone for what I could only guess was at least an hour and soon I was lying on my side (on the sofa) resting from my contours exertions to free myself from my bondage. I quickly found out that silk wasn’t as friendly as I’d expected. My drooling had started to seep out to the outer scarf that had been looped twice around my face and the damp silk made it more difficult for me to breath. I was hot and my face craved to be free from the layers of silk. This was all very weird because I was horny and my dick continuously tried to break free from the crotch strap that had imprisoned him since Jessica’s demands only a few nights ago.

Soon Jessica returned and put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder and asked if I’d given up on trying to free myself. I could only mumph into my gag and nod vigorously to try and persuade her to at least remove the hogtie and some of the silk layers that covered my head and face. She obviously got the idea and soon the scarf tied around my neck had been removed and the large silk scarf was pulled from my head. I could at last see this beautiful girl that was not only my kidnapper but the girl I wanted to screw so badly. She obviously took pity on my pleading eyes because soon my face was free of the long scarf and the sodden gag was being untied and removed.

“Thank-you Jessica so much, thank-you,” I continued.

She then leant down on her knees beside me and we kissed. I pushed hard into her face but lying on my side on the sofa with my hands and feet tied together made this a very difficult task!

“Please remove the hogtie Jessica and I can pleasure you better,” I pleaded?

She agreed and soon my aching hands and feet were at least free from the hogtie but still tied tightly by silk scarves. I got onto my knees in front of this beautiful blonde and we kissed more. I suggested Jessica should stand up and remove her knickers so that I could pleasure her, hoping for some more sympathy from what she was doing to me but soon she was thrusting her soaking wet pussy into my face and my tongue was hard at work giving my kidnapper plenty of pleasure. I was enjoying what I was doing to Jessica but I craved for pleasure myself with no idea on when Jessica would demand my dick inside her again. I worked my tongue harder and harder until Jessica exploded into an enormous orgasm leaving my face covered in her juices.

“Thank you so much Sam, that was fantastic,” responded Jessica as she went off to the bathroom to clean herself up and return with a cloth to wash my face.

“Jessica, I need to take a piss,” I asked in my pleading voice that she seemed to respond to so far.

Jessica agreed but rather than untying my hands, she helped me hop into the bathroom and as I sat on the toilet, she lifted my dress and allowed me to take a piss. She then very kindly cleaned around the nozzle on the crotch strap and soon we were back in front of the TV. We spent the rest of the afternoon in front of the TV, watching a DVD.

It was around six o’clock when Jessica and I agreed we were both rather hungry. Since it was Saturday night, Jessica agreed to order food in so after some debate we agreed to order a curry. Since it would take around an hour to arrive, Jessica explained she wanted to take a bath and would return with the food in an hour. I was then so disappointed when she approached to shove the sodden scarf back into my mouth and secure it in the same way she did earlier. Just like this morning, the long silk scarf was wrapped twice around my face and I was completely silent once again until Jessica would return with the food.

“Now stay around Sam and I’ll be back soon,” explained Jessica.

She was then once again gone, leaving me tied up, gagged and locked into her basement prison once again. At least I knew that I’d be free to eat in less than an hour so I lay on my side on the basement couch and caught up on the news. It had been a few days since the local news had reported me missing and while I was no longer headlines, I still featured at the end while Strathclyde’s best continued their enquiries into my disappearance. Jessica finally appeared with a tray and lots of food at the barred gate. There was nothing I could do to help her in my current position so I watched as she made two trips upstairs but taking no changes, Jessica locked the barred gate behind her for each trip. I guess she was being over protective as there was no way I could have gone anywhere with my hands tied tightly behind my back, my ankles also bound by silk meant hopping would have been slow and dangerous on the steep stairs the ground level.

“Okay Sam,” explained Jessica. “I’m going to re cuff your ankle before untying you so no struggling and you’ll be free in a few minutes.”

It did take several minutes for Jessica to pluck the knots on the scarves that bound my hands and feet. As soon as my hands were free, I was able to untie the scarves that gagged me and what a relieve it was to be relatively free after a day of tight silk bound.

“That feels a lot better Jessica, thanks,” I muttered sarcastically as I stretched my jaw and arms from the constant bondage that prevented me from doing anything at all al afternoon.

“You’re welcome Sam,” responded Jessica in just a sarcastic tone.

Free of my bondage except for the cuff that attached me to the bed with around 10m of chain and the female attire that covered my male body, I felt great so Jessica and I sat and ate dinner, taking our time to enjoy each others company and the good food and wine.

“So Jessica,” I asked? “If today is a silk day and tomorrow is a leather day, what had you in mind for me tomorrow,” I enquired?

I suppose the lack of response from Jessica was expected. Everything that happened to me on a daily basis seemed to be a surprise at the moment and if I’d known what was in store for me, I wouldn’t have been just so compliant. While I’d never accept my current imprisonment, I was starting to enjoy Jessica’s company more and more but I had hoped that I wasn’t falling for this beautiful blonde that was holding me against my will in her basement cell! We continued to chat well into Saturday evening and after one trip to the bathroom, I returned to the same sofa as Jessica was sitting on. I suppose I might as well enjoy myself while I was here so I sat down beside my kidnapper and placed my hand on her silk covered leg.

“Jessica, I should be pissed off with you for keeping me down here but I feel somewhat drawn to you and I’m scared that I’m getting feelings for you,” I blurted out.

Jessica just turned to face me, smiled and we kissed again.

Maybe I was getting brave but I was dying to get more answers:

“Jessica, do you really enjoy dominating me or do you enjoying being dominated at all yourself,” I asked?

Jessica just smiled and started her response:

“Of course I like a man to control me Sam but in our current situation I don’t believe this is practical. If I was to allow you to chain me up, yes I would enjoy it but you would just escape and leave me tied up with no way to release myself and I’d loose you for ever and maybe my own freedom if you went to the COPS! I therefore think for now, I’ll keep control of you and enjoy binding you in all sorts of new and wonderful ways.”

I was pushing my luck but my only hope was to build the trust of Jessica to a point that would allow me to escape:

“Well Jessica, if we’d started a normal relationship I would have allowed you to control me anyway and then, I could have reciprocated when we both felt the need. In our current situation, I suppose I get all the fun and you have to accept that fact.”

“Yes Sam,” responded Jessica. “I do enjoy holding you here and that is the way it’s going to be for now. The fact you actually enjoy wearing woman’s cloths and being tied up, chained and generally humiliated is a real bonus. I understand that you probably would like to leave this room but you’ll understand that, that isn’t going to happen in the near future because I’ve dreamt about this scene for years now and my dreams are coming true through you.”

On that note, it was getting late and Jessica wanted to clear up. I offered to help her but she declined my offer and left my chained the bed, while she made three trips upstairs to clear away the take-a-way. Not long after, she returned to the basement cell wearing a red silk and very short nightdress that really showed off all her wonderful curves. I was therefore disappointed that Jessica just stood on the other side of the locked bars and offered to unlock the cuff that was locked around my stocking’d ankle. 

“Good night Sam,”

“Good night Jessica.”

With those two gestures, I was alone again in the basement cell but able to remove the silk cloths and get ready for bed. I was once again looking forward and dreading what Sunday would bring.

After a very tiring day of silk and bondage I awoke on Sunday morning but only when Jessica entered my basement room at around 10am.

“Good morning sleepy-head are you ready for your day in leather,” asked Jessica as I struggled to enter the world that morning, never mind actually comprehend what she was on about.

Without saying too much, I crawled out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom for a shit, shower and a shave. It was only on my return to the main basement room that I noticed just how gorgeous Jessica looked this morning. She was wearing a tight leather mini-dress, with a front zip, which was pulled down just enough to show the top of her black corset, keeping her tits from bulging out. Her legs were clad in smooth opaque Lycra, which set a lovely contrast against her black leather boots that came up to just below her knees.

“Fuck, you look good this morning Jessica,” I remarked!

“I’m glad you approve Sam,” replied Jessica. Soon you’ll be looking just as good in your outfit.

First of all I was directed to pull on a pair of equally opaque Lycra tights that when pulled up, completely covered my legs from my toes to my stomach in a thick layer of black Lycra. Next I was secured to the lacing bar for my morning introduction to the dreadful corset that I’d come to love and hate at the same time. This particular one this morning was made of heavy boned leather, which Jessica pulled and pulled until she was satisfied I was as tightly laced as possible and even the tiniest breath was taking it toll on me. Next she pulled up a back zipped flap, which soon covered the laces and was locked in place at my neck. As with all the corsets, this one had built in tits that filled out upper torso very well and gave me a slightly over-weight female shape.

The next piece of clothing was my jacket and bondage for the day. Yes, as soon as Jessica released me from the lacing bar, she held out the long empty arms of a leather straightjacket. I’d always wanted to try a straightjacket but never thought for one minute I was about to spend the next eight hours, trapped inside a thick mass of leather that would keep me hugging myself all day. The various buckles at the back took about ten minutes to be pulled and secured to Jessica’s exacting standards. Next a leather crotch strap meant I wasn’t pulling this particular piece of clothing over my head. I was then directed to hug myself and my arms were pulled tight until I was struggling even more against the pressure of the corset and now the straightjacket. Finally Jessica used the last remaining strap to buckle around my secured arms at the front of the jacket. This therefore prevented me any opportunity to pull my bound arms over my head.

For the next twenty minutes while Jessica left me alone to make breakfast ware very interesting as I struggled and struggled to free myself from the leather jacket. I was so busy trying my hardest to get free; I never even heard her return until the basement bars were being unlocked.

“I’m glad to see you making such an effort to free yourself Sam,” said Jessica with smile from ear to ear. “There is no way you’ll ever escape from that jacket as I’m reliably informed that if fitted correctly and it is on you right now, there is no way you can pull those useless arms of yours over your head!”

“So my sweet,” I replied in an equally sarcastic voice. “How am I supposed to eat like this then?”

Jessica continued to laugh as she put down the tray of coffee and pancakes and told me that she most enjoyed being in control and having to feed me.

And that is how I ate breakfast that first Sunday and every other since Jessica tricked me into captivity!

After breakfast finished, Jessica introduced me to one of her horrible leather hoods. This particular hood was evil with only two holes for my eyes and a leather mesh that covered my lower face from my nose (which had two tiny breathing holes) to my chin. Like all her leather hoods, this one laced up the back, just like the leather corset I was wearing. Again, just like the corset, a zip was pulled from the top of my head to my neck and attached to the collar of the corset using another tiny padlock.

“There you go Sam, time to really enjoy your first Sunday in leather,” explained Jessica.

The rest of today was spent as yesterday. Jessica and I watched some TV together and at one point she teased me by fingering herself or orgasm while I sat there and watch in my leather bondage. The day ended at 10pm when Jessica finally released my bound arms from the back of the jacket and left me to free myself. I’d spent nearly twelve hours in that bloody jacket, was fed three meals and then left to undress myself and go to bed, which would then take me into my second week of imprisonment.

The following three weeks followed the same routine as the first fateful week. I looked for chances to escape but Jessica was very careful and took no chances. While I would never accept my current situation, I was not going to risk spending another day in painful bondage, locked into the tiny inner cell as I’d come to call it.

We made love at least twice a week. I couldn’t really call it rape as I actually looked forward to the times Jessica released me from the various bodysuit / corsets and mounted me, bound to the bed in some manor.

The news reports continued to report my status as missing but even after appeals from my family, I was not being found by the police and it was therefore a massive surprise when Jessica announced to me that we were going to a party on Saturday night (tonight).

I therefore thought that tonight would be my ideal opportunity to escape. In the last four weeks I hadn’t left the basement once. All day today, I spent the day in the basement alone, still wearing a silk dress but other than that, I was free of any bondage except for the leg-iron that gave me relative freedom of the basement cell. Jessica arrived at the bars at around five o’clock, offered me a tray of food for dinner and order that I be showered and ready to be dressed by six! I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity to actually leave the basement cell. I knew that Jessica would take precautions but no matter how bad they would be, this was my first chance in nearly a month to escape!

At six, I had finished my dinner and was showered and sitting on my bed, waiting for Jessica to return, which she did bang-on-time.

“Okay Sam, time to get you dressed for tonight,” explained Jessica as she offered me a pair of thick black Lycra opaque tights to put on. These were the same thick tights that I’d worn on Sunday’s with my leather straightjacket.

Next Jessica introduced me to an awful leather corset that I soon learnt was called a Venus corset, which meant it had built in bondage.  Unlike the other corsets I’d worn, Jessica demonstrated the open front and guided my arms into the built-in arm binder that would keep my arms bound tightly to my back all evening. Once my arms were pushed and pulled into the tight single sleeve (glove), Jessica started attaching the pump to deflate the corset, causing me immense pain as the leather shrunk around my body, pulling my stomach and arms tighter and tighter until I clasped on the bed, landing on my pinioned arms. While I was on my back, Jessica showed no mercy as she climbed on top and kissed me while this terrible bondage corset crushed my entire torso until I passed out. When I came round for the third or fourth time, Jessica was gone and I was lying on my side with my chest crushed by this awful leather corset, which not only reduced my figure but also trapped my arms behind my back. It was clear that Jessica had also used another leather strap to attach the single glove to the crotch of the corset, meaning movement of my arms was nearly impossible!

When Jessica returned she was looking even more gorgeous than ever in a long leather dress, which had a built in corset, reducing her waist to what should have been an intolerable level of tightness. When she walked her silk covered legs were visible from the high slit in the leather dress, which also showed off her wonderful, high-healed leather boots.

“Ah, I’m glad to see you’re still with us Sam,” said Jessica in an even more sarcastic voice than usual.

The first thing Jessica did when she re-entered my basement cell was go to the wardrobe and retrieve a pair of high-healed leather boots for me to wear. With her help, they slipped on easily over the thick Lycra tights. Next she retrieved a pair of large leather cuffs and buckled them around my thighs:

“These will certainly reduce your step Sam and ensure you don’t run away,” explained Jessica!

Finally Jessica retuned with a pile of shiny blue silk in her arms; after all it was Saturday and silk day, even if Jessica was in leather tonight. Before she explained what the dress was, she pressed a silk scarf into my mouth and sealed it in place with several layers of silver duck tape.

“This is a Burqua  Sam, an awful garment from Afghanistan that kept Muslim woman oppressed for century’s and still does in many countries,” explained Jessica.

I soon understood what Jessica meant by ‘oppressed’ when she pulled the Burqua  over my head and slid the mountain of silk over my leather and Lycra clad body. The dress had a built-in hood or mask of silk and mesh that covered my eyes. I could see through the mesh but not very well and Jessica explained the additional thick silk around the mouth area that would ensure any noise was kept to a minimum. The dress therefore covered my entire body and hung just above my ankles.

“Okay Sam, I should now explain the format of tonight,” said Jessica as she sat down on the bed beside me. “We’re going to a bondage party at my friends house across town. We’re going by taxi so I can have a drink. I’ve gagged you for two reasons: (1) while you’re in the taxi for obvious reasons and (2) while at the party because you’re my sub tonight and while most of the other girls will have their subs in various degrees of dress and bondage, I don’t want you telling anyone you’re in bondage against your will. You’ll not look out of place, I promise. I’m going to leave you a little longer now to get ready and I’ll be back for you around seven, when the taxi arrives. Enjoy the wait!”

With that Jessica was gone and I was alone once again. This therefore brings me back to where we started in this story.

Four weeks on I’m waiting here in my basement cell. Waiting for this beautiful Blonde girl that has kidnapped me and turned me into her bondage slave. I sit here on my bed, waiting for Jessica to return wearing a combination of Lycra, leather and silk bondage. While this should be my greatest chance yet to escape, I’m not very hopeful.

To be continued.

Ed Kilpatrick

edkbound@gmail.com

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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