Cassie was always careful when it came to dealing with her slaves. Since their purchase, the three slave girls had been kept in constant bondage, punished often, and kept in a state to break their spirits. Living alone in the country in a large house afforded her certain luxuries, and the necessary privacy one would need for keeping some captives and Cassie took full advantage of that.
In her late thirties, Cassie’s rich husband had passed away some years ago, leaving her the ability to live a life of luxury without working another day in her life. Given that he had many connections with the wrong side of the law, Cassie had soon been introduced to the white slavery trade as a way of spending some of her not-so-legal funds and was soon in possession of three slave girls.
She had planned meticulously prior to their acquisition, converting one of the secret underground rooms into a dungeon and furnishing it with cages, bondage devices, and plenty of bondage gear. She practiced the best she could in the use of bondage items at clubs, taking advantage of some connections she had when she was young and openly kinky, and broke out the rope tying skills that had been dormant for over ten years. Finally when she felt ready, she had the three girls shipped out to her home and introduced them to a future life of inescapable bondage.
When Cassie was home, she ensured that each girl was restrained heavily and monitored as they went about the house with their collars. The weakest point in her system was when she had to leave the house or at night when she slept, although had a routine planned out for that. All three girls were kept locked inside of cages, with leather cuffs around their wrists and ankles to chain them together. A chain from the front of their collars attached to a bolt in the floor of the cage kept them folded into balls, with another chain running from the wrist cuffs behind them to the cage ceiling. Each cage was padlocked shut, and as added security the dungeon room required a keycode to enter and exit, which she changed on a weekly basis. She changed the gags often, but a ballgag in a girl’s mouth was her absolute favourite so that was the gag that the girls experienced the most often. Padded leather blindfolds completed their bondage for the night.
Cassie smiled as she locked up the cages for the night. Each girl was muffled a different coloured ballgag and were cuffed and chained appropriately. “Goodnight girls, long day tomorrow.” She said as she punched in the keycode and turned out the lights.
As she left the room, she did not notice the three slavegirls smiling around their ballgags. In the coming hours, she would find out that despite all of her caution, she did make mistakes. And she would soon pay for it.
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Cassie woke up and immediately realized something was wrong. Despite her eyes being open, everything was dark. She could feel leather cuffs surrounding her wrists and attached to her headboard, keeping her hands above her head. Padded leather mitts were also secured and buckled over her hands, keeping her fingers folded into useless balls. What felt like a leather harness and multiple leather straps kept her naked body in a tight grip and tethered to the foot of the bed, stretching her out. A leather panelgag was buckled over her mouth, forcing a long rubber penis that was attached to the inside of the panel deep into her mouth and tickling the back of her throat. It took Cassie a lot of willpower to not gag on the cock between her lips and she tested how much give she had in her restraints. The answer: not much.
She tried to focus, searching for any potential weaknesses in the restraints but also wondering who would have done this to her. One of her husband’s enemies? It was possible but many of them were dead and after he died debts had been settled behind the scenes. Her thought process was interrupted and she froze in her bonds as her bedroom door opened and she heard heels clicking on the hardwood floor of her room. There was silence for a moment and then she felt gloved hands working behind her head to undo the blindfold and pull it away. “Hello Mistress.”
Cassie blinked in the sudden light before her vision focused. Standing at the foot of her bed were her three slaves, now fully dressed in leather after raiding her extensive closet. The one who had spoken and was holding the blindfold in one gloved hand was Cherry. The redhead, a former soccer player kidnapped after a late practice, was now dressed in knee high high-heeled boots, leather skirt, corset and elbow length gloves.
Brunette Larissa, a former waitress snatched after closing up work late one night, stood at the foot of her bed. She was clad in a tight leather minidress that showed a lot of her curves and matching thigh high boots.
The last girl was Miu, a petite Japanese student who’d been taken when a robber had broken into her student housing and tied her up. The robber had slavery connections and the Asian girl had been spirited away in the back of a van along with her valuables. She was now dressed in a leather catsuit, which stretched over her breasts nicely, and thigh high boots with tall heels to raise her height considerably from her normal 5’1” stature. Cassie’s eyes were drawn to Miu’s right hand, where a pair of nipple clamps dangled.
Under normal circumstances, Cassie’s mouth would’ve watered at how sexy the slaves looked in leather, not a look she had seen before since they were kept naked 95% of the time. But this was anything but normal and she was now a helpless captive of three girls that she had kept imprisoned for the better part of three years. “MMPH MRRR GRRR!” She cried out behind her gag.
Larissa smirked. “Sorry Mistress, couldn’t quite understand what you were saying there. But if you were wondering how we got free, well you got complacent.”
Cassie stayed very still, still nervously glancing towards the nipple clamps Miu was playing with as Cherry explained. “Very smart way of keeping us at night, but you’ve left keys out once or twice and we’ve been able to hide them away when you put us to bed. The blindfolds sometimes aren’t on properly, allowing us to see around them to figure out the keycode and then it was a simple unlock the cuffs and cage, get to the other keys to unlock everything else and simply add some sleeping pills to your nightly glass of water in advance to make sure you stayed asleep while we prepared you.”
The captive groaned into her gag, not realizing that she had been so sloppy. “And now.” Cherry said with a grin. “We’re in charge now.”
That was the cue for Miu to move forward, the Japanese girl’s hands ran over Cassie’s breasts, teasing the nipples so that they hardened and were ripe targets for the sharp teeth of the clamps. Cassie screamed into the gag as the first set of jaws clamped down, and then again as the second was added, leaving the once powerful mistress whimpering. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten anything.” Miu whispered in her ear. “I remember every punishment, and I will inflict threefold back on you in due time.”
The threat sent chills down her spine, and another tremor travelled through her body as she watched Larissa bring up a vibrator that was soon strapped between her legs and humming away at low power. “We’ll be taking over everything.” Cherry told her. “So nice of you to have all of your passwords listed out on your computer, ridiculously easy password for Miu to figure out by the way, but we’ll also be keeping you here. Maybe in the same room you kept us for so long.”
The concept of revenge seemed to really attract the three girls and Cassie couldn’t really blame them for everything she had inflicted on the three former slavegirls. At the moment though, she was distracted by the pain in her nipples and the teasing of the vibrator between her legs as she strained against her bonds, the leather creaking with each movement. As a final insult, Cherry places a chain around her neck and Cassie can see that there is a key on it. “There’s the key to your padlocks, Mistress.” She tells her. “Take your time, we’ll be back tonight to have some fun, assuming you haven’t escaped us.”
Laughing, the three former slaves blindfold their former mistress and exit the room, slamming the door shut behind them.