It was risky. Dangerous even. But that was the point. I was being wicked. A married woman. She wanted to try her own kind. Without her husband knowing.

We'd left the bar separately, and rendezvoused in the carpark, she didn't want anyone who knew her to see. We'd made out in her car. She tasted nice, was keen. Wanted more.

Asked me if I liked kink. I'd nodded, wondering where she was going with this. She'd produced some handcuffs. Locked one cuff on her left wrist. Smiled and then cuffed my right. We'd kissed some more. I'd asked after the key.

"My place," she'd answered. My heart raced, but I'd said okay. We left in her car. I couldn't drive with her cuffed to my right wrist. Her car was nicer than mine anyway.

Her home was out in the countryside. An old English farmhouse, full of old beams and mullioned windows. She dragged me around the house like a balloon on a string.  A wood burner in the living room an aga in the kitchen. We giggled like school girls as we climbed the stairs.

The bedroom was huge with a kingsize four-poster. Louvred closet doors lined the end wall. She pulled me over to a bedside table and from a draw produced a key. She unlocked her wrist and quickly cuffed my free arm so my wrists were cuffed in front of me.

She then lifted my arms and lowered them around her. We made out some more with her held within my enforced hug.

She ducked out of my arms asking, "Wanna get really kinky?"

"Do I have a choice?" I reply smiling, holding up my cuffed wrists.

"I wanna be the dom. My husband always plays top. Can I dress and tie you up as he does me?"

"How do you mean?"

She marched over to her closets and opened the doors wide. It was like a sex shop for utter perverts. Rubber and PVC clothes. Leather straps, gags and whips hung from the doors. I'd never seen the like.

Looking at the whips and paddles I said, "I'm not into pain."

"That's cool, I won't hurt you. I just want to have a little power. Be in control. Make you cum and beg."

"What do I have to do?"

"You'll be my slave?"

"Yes, I'll be your slave."

"Oh, goody. Well, slave, you simply have to obey your Mistress. Strip!"

Her grin was infectious. Plus I was more than a little aroused. I kicked off my shoes and undid my pants. My new mistress undid my handcuffs and while I removed the rest of my clothes turned to the closet.

A few minutes later I was dressed in my first ever latex outfit. There was a full-length mirror in one corner of the room and I was admiring what I saw. I looked hot. Long black rubber gloves, matching stockings and a corset made of rubber too. She had, once I'd gotten the stuff on, actually polished it with a soft cloth and some sort of lotion. It felt cool through the latex and more than a little arousing to have your lover stroke you to a shine.

"You like?" She asked.

"I love," I replied. "What are you wearing?"

"Now, now. Let's get you wrapped up first." She returned to the closet and came back with a pile of leather. "Now all pretty slave girls, like you, my dear, must wear a slave collar." She held up a broad leather item with a large ring and a number of buckles.

She turned me around and wrapped the thing around my throat. If felt humiliating to be collared like an animal. But strangely arousing too. It was tall and stiff and she did it up snug. I found myself twisting and turning my head to explore its confines.

There was a click.

"Have you locked it on?" I asked shocked.

"I have, slave. Now from this point on you must address me as Mistress."

Her tone was arch and this too stoked the flames of arousal. It was new but I was enjoying it. I played along, having fun.

"Mistress, why did you lock it, please?"

"This is about power and control, slave. I have the keys, the control, and thus I have the power." She smiled and hooked a finger in the ring of the collar. She pulled me in for a powerful and passionate kiss. This kinky roleplay was hot!

"Now, slave, let's restrain those arms shall we? Place your palms together, girl, behind your back."

Smiling I obeyed, improvising with a meek, "Yes, Mistress," as I complied.

"Good girl," she praised as she slid some sort of leather sleeve up my arms. Straps were passed over my shoulders across my chest and back to the sleeve. Buckles were done up and I realised it was not sliding back down. A strap was cinched around my wrists. Then lacing, like that of the corset, started tightening the device. Pulling my forearms together, forcing my shoulders back. It started to get uncomfortable.

"Ow! This hurts, Mistress," I complained.

"Where's the pain?" She asked, having stopped lacing.

"Elbows and shoulders. Can we try something else, please? This is a bit of a mood killer."

"Is the pain intolerable, slave? Or just discomfort?"

"Well, I suppose it's not agony. But it's not comfortable."

"Hmm, well that's twice you have failed to call me Mistress, slave. Do it again and I'll be forced to dig out a whip of some sort to discipline you. As to the armbinder; it's not supposed to be comfortable. But I'll tighten it no further." She held my gaze as she said this. I stared back shocked. I was helpless. Out of control. She was in charge. She'd threatened me with the whip.  This was so hot!

"Now, I think, just to save you from yourself, a gag is in order," she declared. Producing a red ball surrounded by a multitude of thin black leather straps. "Open wide, slave."

I opened up, and she pushed the ball in hard, until it was behind my teeth. The straps enveloped my head, two partially obscuring my vision, as they passed either side of my nose to meet on my forehead. Buckles were adjusted and my tongue was unable to dislodge the ball from my mouth. Distressingly drool started to run down my chin.

"Don't you look a picture. I'm really going to enjoy playing with you. So, let's secure those legs of yours, and then I'll get dressed for action too."

My mistress attached a pair of leather cuffs to my ankles. Joining them together with a short chain to hobble me. Delightfully she landed a few kisses on my sex as she knelt to secure me.

I stood helpless and horny as she stripped in front of me. She then took a catsuit out of the magical closet. Once that was on a pair of towering thigh-high boots. After a quick polish of her own and tying her hair up in a hight ponytail she turned to me with a riding crop in hand. She swished it dramatically and laughed theatrically, "You are my slave now girl..."

A door banged downstairs. My Mistresses face registered shock.

Faintly from downstairs, "I'm home love."

Panicked my dominatrix swore, "Fuck!" She threw the crop onto the bed and began pushing me. "Quick, hide in the closet."

I was unable to resist. I didn't want to hide in a closet. Such a cliché. Besides, how was I supposed to escape when the coast was clear. I was trussed up like an Easter ham. I shook my head 'no' and tried to resist. But the hobble stopped me spreading my stance and so she pushed me in easily.

"Please, please, please," she begged. "I'll let you out later. I promise."

I tried to push out of the closet. She reached behind me and attached something to the armbinder. I was attached to the wall! I glared at her.

"I know this is not ideal. I'll get him out of here, I'll free you soon. I'm sorry about this I truly am." She kissed me on the gag and closed the doors. I stood there in mute fury. Still glaring at her through the louvres.

She ran to the foot of the bed and knelt down facing the bedroom door. She spread her knees and bowed her head. Just in the nick of time too. Her husband walked into the room.

"This is a nice surprise. Why didn't you acknowledge my call when I came in?" He asked. He was a large well-built man. Easily six foot, perhaps taller. He loomed over his petite wife as she knelt on the floor.

"Please, Master," she responded huskily, "I was preparing your surprise."

"Hmf, where's your collar? Why aren't you wearing it?"

"I'm so sorry, Master," came her breathless reply. "I was not finished and you caught me by surprise."

"Fetch it at once, get some wrist cuffs while you are at it."

"Yes, Master," she leapt up and made her way to the closet. Opening a different door to the one I stood behind she stepped in and took down a pair of leather cuffs. She then winked at me as the reached up and took a large metal ring from another hook.

Closing the door she returned to him offering up the items once she had dropped to her knees.

"Stand up and turn around, slave," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," she responded as she turned facing the closet and me. She stared at me with a sultry look in her eye, or at least the door I stood behind, as he opened the steel collar and fastened it around her throat. The steel collar looked good against the black latex rubber collar of the catsuit. I got another wink as the item clicked shut.

He grasped her shoulders and asked, "What are you?"

"A slave, Master."

"Who's, slave?"

"Your's, Master."

"What are you for, slave?"

"Your pleasure, Master."

Throughout this exchange, she had stared at me. A furtive lick of her top lip at the end. Was it turning her on to know I was watching? Had she planned this?

"On the bed, slave," he ordered. "Kneeling, hands on the headboard."

She twisted and almost leapt onto the bed. Grasping the headboard she spread her knees wide and thrust her latex clad arse in the air. Even I had to admit it was an inviting sight.

He took the cuffs she had fetched and used them to secure her wrists to a ring set in the headboard. He quickly picked up the crop from the base of the bed and delivered what seemed to me several cruel swats to her backside. She seemed to disagree with my assessment though, as she seemed to writhe in pleasure.

As she continued to squirm he quickly disrobed. While not a bodybuilder he was clearly a gym animal or sportsman. He was lean and well-toned, certainly attractive and a good match physically for his wife. He was well endowed too. Being a confirmed lesbian all my sexual life did not mean I had not seen my share of naked men. This one would be comfortable naked in the locker room.

He climbed on the bed behind his slave/wife. His erection proved he was a grower as well as a shower. I didn't even have a sex toy that big at home. He unzipped the crotch of the catsuit and impaled her wordlessly.

I've watched some hetero porn. Not a lot admittedly, and mostly out of curiosity. I know real sex is not like that. Yet this was. He was unbelievable. The pounding he gave her was incredible, his energy levels seemed improbable, yet he was doing the deed. I momentarily forgot my own predicament as I watched him utterly fuck the woman bound to his bed. He fucked her through her first climax without dropping a stroke. In the end, it wasn't until she was repeatedly screaming, "I am your slave, Master," as she shuddered into her second climax, that his fucking became more spasmodic and he clearly fired his load deep within her.

Sated he flipped her over and presented his wilting member to her face. She eagerly took him into her mouth and sucked him clean as his balls bounced on her chin.

"Thank you, Master," she enthused. "Are you ready for your surprise now?"

"In a minute, slave. Did you have any difficulty?"

"No, Master, I caught her without a hitch," she cast an evil smirk at me. My blood ran cold. "Her car and belongings are abandoned in a carpark. Nothing to trace her here."

"Does she know her fate yet."

"That she's to serve as our slave in perpetuity? She does now, Master."

"Go get her out of the closet then, girl."

"Yes, Master."