I opened the door with a thankful sigh as the air conditioning wafted out to gently carry me over the threshold. Another Friday come and gone. Work completed and safely out of mind for the evening and two more glorious days after that. I dropped my satchel by the door, nudged it shut with my foot, and moved through the house to obtain those two necessary after work elements: a cold beer, and the novel I am currently working through. A fantasy novel full of much derring do, magic, and scheming nobles. Quite the enjoyable read.

I settled myself in my comfy armchair near the rear of the house, looking out over my small yard that backed onto the woods. My house was at the rear of the development, with two others clustered with mine. It gave a nice separation from the larger neighbourhood, and I enjoyed the trees. The occasional animals that went scurrying by as well. After a few moments watching two squirrels quarrel over what must be an especially important acorn, I turned my attention to my book.

As my eyes roamed the pages, I found my mind drifting over the past week. The drudgery of my office job, especially during such an excellent stretch of summer weather, had begun to seriously wear on me.

I sighed, deliberately banishing such thoughts. I had the entire weekend in front of me. Perhaps I’d even take a couple extra days if the weather stayed true, head out into the hills to walk about the woods and just enjoy nature. My wife Katie was certainly unlikely to mind me kicking around the house a bit more.

My reverie was suddenly interrupted by a single *DING* from the front door.

I frowned a little, I hadn’t been expecting anyone. So help me if this was yet another solicitor I would…

With a grunt I clambered to my feet, carefully saving my place with a bookmark, and then headed towards the front door. I opened the door. No one.

I muttered some unkind words about kids being jerks, but then noticed the small package lying tucked up against the side railing. I blinked. I hadn’t ordered anything that I could recall.

I picked up the mysterious little parcel, offering a mental apology to the honour of the neighbourhood kids, and examined it. Wasn’t one of the normal delivery ones from the usual corporations. Just a plain brown package, stamped with…

I snorted. Stamped with my neighbour’s address, and her name in bold print: Lynn Jones. Of course.

I set the package down on my little front hall table, a slight thrill going through me as I watched it. Lynn Jones. She well pre-dated us in the neighbourhood, though she was friendly enough. She seemed certainly older than me, but I had found myself with a bit of a crush on her. I had seen her the previous September walking home in a tight leather jacket, and knee high leather boots, and had been brought to a full stop as I was trying to open my door. She had looked absolutely incredible, her dark hair done up in a perfect bun, and she had smiled and given me a little wave as I watched from my doorstep. I’m certain my somewhat slackjawed face delighted her, because a distinct giggle floated across the air between us.

And then just as quickly as I had noticed her she was up to her own door, and then through and out of sight.

I shivered a little at the memory. Of course, I’d seen her a number of times since, but that particular memory was where my little crush had started. And, though I had no way of confirming without asking her, she seemed to find it at the very least a little endearing. Perhaps I was imagining it, but she seemed to go about a little more often in boots and jacket, always managing to catch me staring with a slight smile on her face.

I fidgeted with the package. I had never really spoken to her all that often, beyond the normal neighbourly small talk. Perhaps…

I shook my head at my own delaying and firmed my decision. I would head over, with the excuse of a package return, to at least say hello. Let her know that the mail delivery folks appeared to have her address wrong. It was the neighbourly thing to do after all. If she happened to be dressed up in her boots…well so much the better.

I slipped some sandals on, grabbed the package, and then went outside.

The late afternoon sun lit our little street end with an orangish glow, a slight breeze rustling among the trees. I cleared my throat a couple times as I did my best to saunter across the lawn between our houses, trying to not think too much about leather coats and boots. I reached her door, and knocked on the door.

I got two bangs out before the door was opened, and there she was. Lynn. My eyes widened a bit as I saw that sure enough, she was wearing her black leather coat mostly done up, a bit of white blouse peeking out from behind it. A black leather skirt left her knees clear, before her legs were swallowed up by her knee high black leather boots.

“Oh, Thomas.” I shook myself and met her eyes to find her warm eyes twinkling at my reaction, “I was just on my way out, what can I do for you?”

“Umm, I...” I stammered a bit before finding myself, “A package came to my house, but I think it’s yours.”

I offered her the offending parcel and she smiled,

“Oh thank you! I was actually heading to the post office to see where it had gotten to, I do appreciate it!” She reached out to emphasize her point by giving my arm a squeeze, “Why don’t you come in for a drink? My little reward for being such a good boy in bringing my parcel over.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” I returned her smile. A little thrown by her phrasing, but then again it was likely my own mind putting needless interpretations on harmless talk.

She urged me inside, carefully shutting the door behind me. The inside of her house reminded me a touch of those elegant yet homey houses that English yeomanry might reside in. Darker colouring for the walls, with a wooden feel to them, and furniture to match. She urged me into her living room, the package still clutched in my hands, and had me sit down on a small sofa there. Bustling off into the kitchen, I was left momentarily alone.

Her living room had a small bay window that looked out onto our street, though a few trees in her front yard obscured any clear view of the lager neighbourhood. A trio of small sofas was arranged around a central coffee table, with large bookcases ranged along each wall. The only exception was a small gap left for a wall mounted television, squeezed in between two more bookcases that were filled completely with all manner of texts.

“There we are!” Lynn had returned, bearing a tray with two tall glasses filled with lemonade, a pitcher of the same, and a bottle of gin. She set down her burden on the coffee table, and then elegantly seated herself on the sofa to my right, a gentle smile playing about her lips. We both sipped from our glasses, and I found it was quite a good combination she had concocted. I said as much and she favoured me with a further smile.

“Such a gentleman you are Thomas. How are you finding it here? I recall you saying something about finishing school?”

“Oh, yes.” I took another drink, it was really quite tasty, “I’ve handed in my final draft to the board, so at some point I will hopefully be hearing from them. And then perhaps you’ll be neighbours with a historian, rather than a student.” I grinned.

She smiled back, chuckling. I felt the odd tension I had had coming over begin to dissipate somewhat. We went on, talking of this and that, as she expressed an interest in my studies, and on to her own collection of books ranging across all manner of topics. She was an excellent hostess, and I found that my glass never approached half empty. It was, all in all, an incredibly relaxing experience to sit, talk, and drink with Lynn.

I leaned back into the couch in an effort to stretch out my back, my muscles still tight from residual work stress, and found an odd knot poking at me from the couch. Momentarily distracted from Lynn’s conversation I felt around behind me, drawing the offending object out into the light. It was a small bundle of rope, neatly wound up and packed in an elegant little package. I looked at it, and then at Lynn, quizzically. Fiddling with her package a bit she looked up from it.

“Rope, Lynn?”

“Oh,” She giggled. An incredibly endearing sound coming from her, “I’m terribly sorry, I thought I had cleaned up.”

“Cleaned up?”

“My niece,” She flicked some of her hair away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, “I’m afraid she sometimes gets unruly when she comes over. Especially when I try to give her life advice. So I restrain her until she’s willing to be reasonable. Sometimes takes a while.”

My breath quickened, and I struggled to not let it show in my voice, “You…you tie her up?”

She waved a hand as though it was nothing, “Of course! Not really much to it, and certainly nothing to be shy about.” She eyed me for a moment, “Here, why don’t I show you?”

She stood and held out her hand for the rope in mine. I felt my face flush a little as I looked up at her from where I sat. I opened my mouth to stammer something out, but I felt whatever I had been going to say die in my throat. Keeping eye contact with me she gently reached down and took the rope bundle from me. I don’t know if it was the gin or my own furiously raging desires to finally see what this might be like, but I found myself standing up and turning around. Presenting my wrists to her behind my back.

I felt the first soft kiss of the rope as she began to wind it around my crossed wrists. A soft chuckle came from behind me, “Feeling rather daring are we? Already going for the behind the back bit eh?”

“I…”

“Hush,” She briefly cupped a hand over my mouth, and it was all I could do to restrain my moan. The moan that would irrevocably send this from odd playful game with a neighbour into uncharted sexually charged territory.

“Don’t try to speak just yet. It’s alright honey.” Her hand remained in place for a few more moments, to assure herself that I wouldn’t try speaking again, and then she resumed tying my wrists. As the cinch went home, and she tied off the final knot, I shivered. Here I was. Bound. Actually bound, in Lynn’s house. With her dressed in that amazing leather ensemble.

She turned me back around and chuckled at my red face, “Oh come now honey, doesn’t it feel good?”

I briefly struggled against the restraint, “I…I guess so. Yeah. Weird feeling though.”

“Weird can be good. Now come on, let’s sit back down.”

So we did. Lynn carried the conversation a bit more, chatting about local matters in the neighbourhood for the most part. She also helped me with drinking, with my hands bound behind me. I felt little tingles every time she lifted my glass to my lips, that cutesy smile flitting across her face each time.

Time seemed to flit by. Then, as I finished describing the inner arguments of a part of my thesis I had been especially proud of, Lynn suddenly asked, “So, do you like it?”

She indicated my restrained arms.

I felt the blush, which had mostly receded, return slightly, “I suppose so.”

“Would you like to try a bit more? I have a few more bundles kicking around from her last visit.” Lynn cocked an eyebrow.

I didn’t trust myself to speak at that, too many thoughts suddenly raced through my mind for me to be coherent, so I just nodded instead.

She smiled again and then bustled out of the room. Hardly a minute had passed before she was back, carrying the promised bundles of rope. With a confident wink she shook out the first bundle and commenced my further descent into bondage. My elbows had thick rope cuffs secured around them while the remaining rope wound around me in a fairly elaborate chest harness. Everything was wonderfully snug, without tipping over into being uncomfortable or too tight.

It took probably twenty minutes to complete my bondage. Lynn was in no hurry, and seemed to enjoy slowly running each strand over my goosebumped skin. I would shiver, and the reaction would often draw a renewed smile from her.

She seated the final knot and, gripping my chest harness, gave a few tugs on it. I grunted in response.

“Well that should hold you,” she chuckled, “But I don’t think this is really the best place for this.” She gestured at the big bay window and I nodded, suddenly realizing I’d been letting her tie me up in full potential view of anyone who might wander down to our end of the street.

She helped me stand and then hustled me further into her home. In the back her kitchen opened onto a family room area, and she steered me towards a large ottoman. With her help I laid myself down onto it, while she captured my ankles with another line of rope. As she tugged my ankles up towards my bound wrists, placing my into a tight hogtie, I finally could hold back no longer and let out a moan of contentment.

Her hands trailed down me, following the lines of her ropes, seeming to revel in her power. My breath came quickly now, as her fingers passed up my back to run through my hair.

“Mmm. Just one last thing for now honey.” A finger traced across my lips, and I knew what was coming. I cracked my lips open hesitantly, and she stuffed a soft cloth wadding gently inside, holding it in place with a wide strip of white fabric. Round and round it went, finally getting tied off behind my head. I gave another moan, longer this time. I was bound and gagged. For real. By my incredibly sexy neighbour Lynn. This day had really taken a turn.

She bent down next to me, her mouth mere inches from my ear, “There’s my good boy.”

My mind, already halfway to mush, further melted.

She ran a hand through my hair again, and then booped my nose with a grin, “Well Thomas, I have some tidying up to do around the place. You just enjoy yourself in my ropes until I’m finished and then we’ll see about shifting you.”

I squirmed around in my hogtie as she rose and left me. I could see most of the kitchen and a bit of the hallway from where I lay, so much of my time on the ottoman was spent watching Lynn, my captor, bustle about like a housewife. Tidying here, dishes there, sweeping around. All perfectly normal chores. Save for the bound fellow occasionally moaning and groaning only a few feet away. In the swirling wash of my mind I wondered if perhaps Katie would be open to playing a game like this. Keeping me in ropes while she wandered away, or stayed to tease me. Or just watched as I worked myself up to a boil on our bed. I moaned at these rampant thoughts, tugging fruitlessly on my bondage.

Time crept on. Lynn had finished her cleaning and now appeared to have moved on to getting ready for supper. She had doffed her coat, though oddly kept her boots on. Still in her leather skirt and white blouse. A picture of suburban dominance actually. She was in the kitchen, prepping vegetables, and a roast for the oven. My mouth began to water at the smells, and I gradually became aware of just how much time had passed. The evening shadows were beginning to lengthen. Katie would be home in an hour or so. Past time for me to leave, enjoyable though this had most certainly been.

“Mmmph! Mmmmhhhmmm!” I tried to call out to her through my gag. She eventually heard me, or perhaps had just taken the time to enjoy my muffled calls, and breezed over. She crouched down and cupped her hand underneath my chin, her warm eyes roving over my face.

“I suppose it’s time we got you up, hmm?”

I nodded as best I could manage, and she set to untying the hogtie. I just lay there, letting her work. Flexing my arms in their snug ropes, and enjoying the feeling while it lasted. I felt my ankles coming undone and gave a stretch, humming into my gag as I did so.

“Oh what a big stretch!” Lynn clucked, grasping me by the shoulders and pulling me upright.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed yourself in my ropes,” she buzzed as she lead me away, “You really do look amazing all bound up like this.”

I was only half-awake, the rest of my mind still in bondage dreamland, so I just nodded along to this, not really paying attention to where we were going. I realized as I walked that the ankle ropes had merely been retied, allowing me about a foot of leeway, significantly shortening my pace. Lynn didn’t seem overly bothered by this, nor did she seem in a rush to untie me. Instead we descended a short flight of stairs in the hallway to a small room. Almost like a foyer in the basement. On the far wall a large door was situated, a padlock firmly closed around the latch. A large comfy looking chair was set up halfway between the stairs and the far door, a small table next to it on which the brown package I had brought was sitting.

I turned to look at Lynn quizzically, shrugging my shoulders to indicate my still bound arms and torso. This had been fun and everything but it was time for me to go.

But she just burbled on, “I wanted to show you what I got in the package you so helpfully brought over! My gallant good boy.”

I flushed, feeling a little thrill of something at the ‘good boy’. I was embarrassed enough about that, and the vague sense of guilt it inspired, that I gave no resistance to Lynn as she eased me down onto my knees in front of the chair. Nor did I think there was anything all that off about it. After all I had let her tie me up and gag me. What matter if she seated herself in front of me while on my knees? I missed the quiet snick of her attaching a small metal clasp to connect my wrist and ankle ropes again. Keeping me in a loose kneeling hogtie.

She began unwrapping the package, her eyes frequently glancing up to meet mine. Her smile deepened at the questioning look I gave her, “Oh my sweet Thomas. Look what I’ve got here.”

She finished unwrapping the box and gently lifted the lid. I strained forward to see as her hands dipped into the package, to suddenly emerge with a black strip of leather, tinged with blue around the edges. I looked at it quizzically for a moment, then at her. She gave another giggle, delighted with my unknowing response.

“Oh my dear. This is a collar. I ordered it specially for you. To go with your eyes.” She held it up.

My eyes widened at her and I frantically shook my head. No no no, this was waaaay beyond what I had agreed to! A friendly tie up game perhaps, but a collar? Her ordering bondage toys specifically for me??

I tried to back pedal, but she swiftly rose from her chair and, gripping the back of my head, pressed me into her leather skirt. I whiffled desperately into my gag, struggling with my rope bondage, but she just gave a soft chuckle,

“Now now Thomas, just let me get your collar buckled on and I’ll explain everything to you alright?” Not waiting to see if I agreed she remorselessly brought the collar up with her free hand, running the leather along my throat and then buckling it closed. My breathe came whistling through my nose, my eyes felt that they would pop out of my skull as she backed up a bit and sat back onto the chair. Her booted feet crossed in front of her, with one idly stroking along my shoulder.

“There.” Her warm smile was at odds with what she had just done to me, but the contrast seemed to bother her not at all, “Now that you’re properly collared I can explain everything a bit more fully.”

She settled herself back in her chair, her booted foot continuing to stroke along my shoulder and chest. Occasionally poking at me with the heel.

“You know, the moment I saw the two of you move in next door, I knew I had to have you.” I moaned at this, that odd thrill going through me again, and her smile deepened, “Two young newlyweds such as yourselves. Mmmm. You see, ever since my niece moved away to college I’ve had previous few guests who I could confidently wall away from the world. Oh,” she waved her hand dismissively, “The odd overnight bondage stay was always in the cards, perhaps even a full weekend ordeal with some overeager young pup from a club. And I’d keep them strapped, and locked, and gagged. Tucked away from the world.”

I groaned into my gag at the images she had sent whirling through my head and she chuckled, “Oh yes Thomas, I’m an old hand at enslaving the curious, male or female, and taking them deep into my world where their only role is to submit to my bondage and control.”

“Uuuuunnnngh.” I moaned deeply into my gag

She sighed, “But the games would always end, little one. The weekend would draw to a close, the ropes would fall away, the belts unbuckled, their collar unlocked, to let them stagger on wobbly legs out my door.” Her face appeared almost wistful as she thought back to the countless captives that had passed through her hands, and her ropes, before now. But then she perked up a bit, and leaned forward to ruffle my hair,

“But now I need not worry about an end, hmm? Because I decided, watching you and your lovely wife, that I would have you. Both of you. Locked away here with me.” She brushed a comforting hand across my face as I moaned in despair, “Oh sweetie. There will be training of course, all slaves need training. But it’s all in a good cause. The best cause: serving your new mistress.”

“Now.” She patted my head firmly, “I need to bait my little trap again.”

She got up and strolled over to the door on the far wall, swiftly unlocking it and heading through. I wasn’t able to catch much of a glimpse, as I was now frantically struggling in her still snug ropes. Not a hint of give in her bondage, even after my long hours in it. Damn it! I had to get free! I had to—

“Oh dear me, someone’s certainly frantic.” Lynn had reappeared, another collar though tinged with red this time, dangling from a finger. She sat back down and began to package up the collar in the same wrapping that the one around my own neck had been in. I shuddered and let out a half sob of frustration, and she looked up at me with those warm eyes of hers.

“Oh my sweet Thomas. It’ll be alright. I wouldn’t dream of keeping you and your dear wifey separate. That would be cruel beyond belief! Don’t you fret,” she patted my head with a maternal air, “soon enough she’ll be bound, collared, and kneeling right next to you, ready to serve her new mistress too.”

I moaned at this and she giggled, springing to her feet with the completed package, “Back in a jiffy!”

And I was left behind as she hurried away to bait her trap.

Eventually Lynn came strolling back down the stairs, humming happily to herself. I had done my best to break free while she was gone, but ha only succeeded in further tiring myself out. Her bubbly greeting I met with a tired grunt.

“Right. Time to get you properly kitted out.” Lynn freed my loose hogtie, giving me a few swats on the rear in the process, and frogmarched me through the far door. Had it not been for my tightly packed mouth my jaw probably would have dropped. The basement, far larger than mine it seemed, had been fully converted over to a bondage dungeon. Racks of toys were arrayed along the walls, or free standing on rotating shelves. Tie down points, bondage wheels and benches, a St Andrews cross, Lynn had just about every imaginable piece of equipment.

Lynn dragged me over to where several chains hung down from solid beams. She hooked my collar to one of them and then, using a winch that was out of my view, reeled the chain in until I was standing on my tip toes. I bleated into my gag, but she just shushed me and made soothing noises as she began to work on untying the ropes that festooned my body. As the ropes came off, out came a pair of scissors, which she used to strip me of the little remaining dignity I had. With the shreds of my clothing scattered around me, I now wore nothing save her collar.

I never had a chance to even try to fight back. Even if I could have somehow done something chained as I was, Lynn took no chances. Not with her dream of forcible enslavement so close to glorious fruition. She caught up my milling arms in an instant, and hauled a leather armbinder up and over them. I moaned as I felt my arms pressed tightly together, the feel and scent of the leather driving me wild. A plethora of straps were whirled around me, some from the armbinder to secure it still further, others part of a harness that was snugly cinched into place. The harness seemed to do little apart from adding more leather to my body, accentuating my bondage.

I felt leather cuffs replace the rope ones on my ankles, the chain between them tinkling merrily along the dungeon floor. This accomplished Lynn that went back over everything, snapping locks closed on the lot. I shivered at each faint snick. Each one placed freedom that much further away from me. She then unhooked me from the chain, and led me with a finger through my collar’s d-ring over to where a large mirror had been set up in front of a bondage horse. A short chain was snapped to my collar and connected to the horse, forcing me to remain close by it.

Lynn then grabbed me by the chin and forced my eyes towards the mirror, where I saw my reflection. The leather slave she had transformed me into. I moaned again, though this time I couldn’t tell if I was still angry or horny. The leather felt sooooooo good.

“Mmmmmmphg!”

“Oh of course. Silly me! Thanks for reminding me slave.” She ducked away for a moment, before reappearing and beginning to untie my gag. Thank you! Maybe I could talk her out of this crazy thing. Pass it off as a prank that went too far. Something like that!

All for naught. The moment I spat the soaked rags out of my mouth she was cramming a panel gag with a large rubber ball on the inside into it. I screamed in frustration, but Lynn just laughed as she buckled everything in tight.

“Didn’t quite fit with the whole leather slave vibe did it?” She asked, gesturing at the cloth gag, “Don’t you worry, I want your wife to see you for what you are now. And you’ll soon see what she is too. Ooooooo.” She clapped her hands, “This is going to be so much fun! Now, I’ve got to get changed for dear wifey, but just so you aren’t bored…”

My boredom, as I rapidly found out, would be relieved by the vibrator that she tucked into place between my legs, using two straps to secure it to my leg. The head nestled firmly in place touching my cock and balls. With a last delighted laugh Lynn switched it on, and gave me three swift spanks.

“Sit tight sweetness. When I return, with your wife in tow, we’ll begin playing.”

And what that she flounced off out of my vision. I moaned desperately against the gag, thrusting with my hips against the sensations that now began to burble within me. But Lynn knew what she was doing. The vibrations were only sufficient to take me up into the wonderfully arousing state just before climax, and keep me there. No matter how I struggled or thrusted, or anything. On the edge I stayed.

No noise penetrated down from above. I had no idea what was happening at all. If Katie had come over. If she had fallen for the same trap as I had. Or if she had somehow managed to win free. But as the insistent vibrations continued, and my struggles slowly ebbed into nothing more than slow grinding against the bondage bench, I felt my hope fade.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I finally heard the padlock on the dungeon door being unlocked. I began to struggle again, though without ceasing my slow grind against the bench. Damn it I was soooooo frigging horny at this point! I couldn’t think straight!

“Mmmmmmppphhhh!”

At my frantic moan for help I heard an answering muffled call. I gave a frustrated growl into my gag and managed to turn myself sufficiently to see the door. Standing in the doorway was Lynn. A changed Lynn though. She had evidently discarded her previous attire, and had gone for a much more domineering look. A black rubber catsuit covered her from neck to, I assume, her toes. She had retained her knee high boots, and these were complemented by a corset which enhanced her already pleasing figure. She strode into the dungeon, a triumphant smile on her face, leading…Katie!

Katie had been stripped completely nude, but Lynn had somehow managed to finagle her directly into leather restraints upstairs, for she already sported a red armbinder, leather body harness, and ankle cuffs. Around her neck was the collar I had seen Lynn place in the box, and a leash led from it to Lynn’s hand. A large ball gag completed her ensemble, leaving her to moan at the sight of me already secured and waiting for both of them.

Katie’s eyes had gone wide upon seeing me, and she tried to buck against Lynn’s firm hold on the leash. But the latter just reeled her in tight, and tossed an arm around her, “See? Didn’t I say I had a wonderful surprise?” Lynn stroked her cheek with another of her smiles.

“Now,” Lynn pushed my wife over to the bondage bench and began to strap her down, “I am going to properly welcome both of you to your new lives as my slaves.”

Katie was positioned so that were legs stood flush with the bench. These were belted tightly to it, and a further two straps were run underneath her armbinder but overtop her back. It was now barely possible for her to wiggle, let alone leave the bench.

Lynn then came over to me, unsnapping me from the bench and leading me over behind Katie. She brought out a wide leather belt which she then buckled around my waist. The vibrator was momentarily switched off, and she guided me forwards until my jutting member was kissing Katie’s leg. Both of us were loudly moaning into our gags while Lynn was setting us up, though my moans at this point had ceased to regard freedom as the object, and instead were meant to hurry Lynn up. God I needed to cum!

But Lynn worked to her own pace, snapping short little chains onto my belt. Then she guided me forward, and I groaned as I entered my wife, glorying in the sensation of our enforced coupling. Katie was panting into her gag, clearly Lynn had spent some time with her upstairs agitating her. The chains on my belt were connected to the waist strap enclosing Katie on the bench, ensuring that I could not completely withdraw from her even if I wanted to. But I didn’t. I wanted this. I wanted her so badly right now. I started to thrust into her, but Lynn spanked me. Hard.

“None of that now. I will tell you when you are allowed to start.”

I groaned, but she just wagged a finger at me, “Slaves don’t get to decided when and how they fuck. Slaves do as they are told.”

Both of us were left to stare into the mirror, into each other’s tortured eyes, as Lynn busied herself off to the side. No communication was possible save that, at some level, both of us wanted…no…needed this. Lynn had taken us to the brink. All that was left for either of us was the plunge.

Lynn stepped back into view, and I moaned in arousal. She was wearing a strapon. She slowly paced around us. Once. Twice. Thrice. Each time running a hand over us. Touching anywhere she pleased. Driving home to the both of us that we were hers. We were owned. And that we were utterly helpless to do anything to stop her.

She came to a stop at last, standing to our front where we could both see her.

“I am going to guide you through your first slave sex. You will not do anything unless I say, understood?” Her brief solemn stare was answered by frantic nods from both of us, which brought back her sunny smile, “Good pets. Follow my directions and you will both get to cum. Fail, and I won’t give you another chance for a week.” More frantic nodding. I shifted around, drawing a deep moan from Katie as my member moved within her.

Lynn looked down at her, “I’m going to remove your gag. This does not mean you have permission to speak. No words are to come out of your mouth, apart from answering my questions with ‘Yes Mistress’. Understood?”

Katie nodded spastically, moaning all the while. Lynn bent forward and slowly, teasingly, unbuckled her gag. She let it fall to the side, and then stepped forward clutching the strapon in front of her, “Now suck, girl. Suck it like it was your hubbie’s cock.”

Katie lunged forward in her bonds, taking the strapon in her mouth and began to vigorously suck on it. Lynn snapped her fingers at me and ordered me to begin slowly thrusting. I began, feeling Katie quiver at my motion. Lynn grabbed Katie’s hair up into a ponytail, and began to thrust her hips, encouraging her to take more.

“Good girl. There’s my girl. Take it. Take my cock. You love sucking your Mistress’ strapon don’t you?”

Katie moaned, “Uhh unh huh unh huh uuuuoooooooo.”

“Yesssssssssss.” Lynn hissed the word out, pumping her hips, “That’s right. Suck it like the slave you are!”

On and on it went, with Lynn egging my wife on with kinky talk, until finally I felt Katie tremble. I moaned in frustration as I heard Katie suddenly howl in ecstasy, her whole body shaking as she experienced a titanic orgasm. Her armbinder’d arms scrabbled within their confines, and she bucked into the bench, her mouth still wrapped around Lynn’s strapon.

“That’s my girl.” Lynn slapped her ass, as though congratulating a winning horse. She backed off, an audible pop sounding as Katie’s lips came free from the strapon. The panel gag was buckled tightly back on, Lynn bending over to gently kiss Katie’s forehead as the latter continued to pant into her gag, “Well done my little slave girl.”

She stood back up and winked at me, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Thomas. But y’know, ladies first and all that.” She walked around the bench coming up behind me, “Tell me, my little bondage toy,” she flicked the vibrator attached to my leg back on, causing me to moan deeply into my gag, “Have you ever been fucked?”

I groaned as I felt her strapon kiss the edge of my ass.

“Aren’t you thankful your wife got this all lubed up for you?”

I mechanically nodded, lost in the vibrations, my own thrusts, and the knowledge of what was to come. Lynn gave a throaty laugh and then began to gently push her way inside.

“That’s it. That’s it. Good boy. Keep going, keep taking it for your Mistress. Keep—gooooooood boy.” The last came as she fully slotted home inside me. I threw my head back and bellowed into my gag, and she caught the underside of my chin with her hand, holding me head back.

“Now slave. You are going to fuck your wife with my strapon buried in your rear. I own your ass and I own you.” I felt Lynn’s breathe on my ear, “Faster now slave. Show her how much she means to you.”

I began thrusting faster, my moans mixing with Katie’s own. Lynn remained where she was, her minimal movements coupled with my own sufficient to keep the strapon actively part of the experience. Lynn kept my head back, now using my collar as leverage, and continued hissing into my ear,

“Yessss. Yessssss. Keep going. Keep fucking her slave. You are my little bondage slut, and I’m never going to let you go. You. Are. Mine!”

With that last I exploded into Katie, screaming into my gag as pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave. I felt tears streaking my face as I howled, continuing to pump into her. I dimly felt Katie joining me, thrashing in her bonds as a second orgasm ripped through her. Lynn matched me now, pump for pump, and I continued to scream in ecstasy into my gag. Finally, mercifully, I forced myself to begin slowing, and she did the same, eventually coming to a halt.

Lynn patted my head, as one would do to a horse that just won a race, “Well done. What a good boy you are. And a good girl you are,” she reached around me to give Katie another spank, “Remember this feeling my lovely slaves. Sex will have to be earned going forward, otherwise it will just be solo orgasms. Which I think we can all agree just isn’t the same, right?”

She received two tired heads shaking drunkenly in unison.

“Wonderful.” She pulled out of me in one smooth motion, drawing a strangled shout from my gagged mouth. She slapped my rear a few times, just to show what she thought of that.

“Well my lovelies,” Lynn said, a hand on my shoulder, and another on Katie’s rump, “Let’s get you ready for the evening.”

 

 

Hours later Lynn sat in a throne like chair in the dungeon. Katie and I were in front of her. We had been stripped of our previous bondage, and now were snugly strapped into rubber straightjackets. Before being tucked away in those, we had both additionally been fed into rubber catsuits, with a chastity belt applied to Katie and a chastity cage applied to me. Both of us had complained vociferously at this newest humiliation but Lynn, after administering sharp spankings to both of us for backtalk, had reminded us both that orgasms like everything else about us, belonged to her.

Then the straightjackets had gone on, followed by comfortable ballgags. Lynn then tugged Gwen hoods over both of our heads, hiding the gags but for a faint outline, and leaving only our eyes and nose visible. Our collars were then rebuckled overtop and locked on, the leashes held in Lynn’s hand firmly as she beamed at us with pride.

“You both exceed my every expectation about how wonderful I thought it would be to own you.”

This drew some tired grumbling from both of us, but rather than getting cross Lynn just chuckled, “I know it will take some time to convince the two of you that this is the right path for you. But we have that time. All the time in the world.”

She slowly reeled Katie in, and then me, holding us both by the fronts of our collars, meeting our eyes, “Breaking you will be more difficult together, but I wouldn’t dream of separating the two of you from each other. In your bondage, and your slavery to me, you will grow closer to each other as well. Your marriage now has the sole purpose of jointly pleasing your Mistress.”

She kissed each of us twice, first on our gagged mouths, and then a gentler one on our forehead. She then pressed our heads down to rest on her catsuited thighs, idly stroking our hooded cheeks, crooning softly to us in her oddly reassuring way.

 “Welcome to your new lives…slaves.”