I woke up and groaned. My all encompassing rubber suit still pressed into me. My arms and legs were still wrapped up as part of the bitchsuit I was locked in. And my mouth was still tightly and effectively gagged. The cage bars were still obviously there in the gloom of the bedroom. I was still a part of this insane nightmare.

I shifted around to try to get comfortable. It was odd how much one could learn to accept. I only dimly remembered what it was like to sleep without being extensively bound. What it was like to not be constantly wrapped in leather and rubber.

I managed to find a spot, slumped over against the side of the cage, and thought back. I had little else to do. My first day at university, and the administration seemed to have messed up my dorm booking. Rather than bunking with another guy, I got Christina. Beautiful, friendly, excitable Christina. I had hardly laid my bags down when she had come breezing out of her room to welcome me. She had been perfectly willing, in hindsight rather suspiciously so, to just roll with it. She helped me unpack, and then insisted on hanging out. Not knowing anyone else, and with a beautiful girl asking to spend time with me, it was hardly a difficult decision.

I flexed against the leather holding my arms together and moaned. Damn it, she had seemed so cool! She was a gamer, like me, and we had quickly begun to hang out to play video games in between our classes. Christina had a bubbly approachableness to her, that made me almost instantly comfortable around her. Even now...even now I couldn't loath her for what she had done to me. Insane, perhaps. But there it is.

One night, maybe a month after school had started, Christina had revealed a small stash of booze she had secreted away, and declared that she wanted to play a game of Truth or Dare. Just the two of us. On a Friday night. This was most certainly my best option for having fun. And with a cute, vivacious girl like her no less. So I agreed, almost on the spot. She set up around our little table, and we began to ask each other questions, and giggly dares. It was a lot of fun. After about an hour I had a pleasant buzz going, and a big grin on my face. Christina looked about the same, her chestnut brown hair swept back in a very messy ponytail that had quite a bit of leakage onto her face. She was laughing, sweeping some of it back to fix me with her twinkling chocolate brown eyes. Her grin made me smile all the larger, and join in her laughter. Putting me at ease. Clever...clever girl.

That was when she picked a Truth. The Truth. The question that really started us down this path. She asked me to name one of my biggest sexual fetishes. With anyone else I might have balked, but Christina had always been so understanding about everything. Always so knowledgeable and friendly. So I told her. I had always been fascinated with bondage, from watching cartoons as a kid and wondering what it would be like to be tied up like some of the damsels often were. I went on a little about the types I enjoyed, and my lack of success and courage in asking someone about it. The booze had really loosened my tongue at this point. I eventually trailed off, and decided to ask her the same question. Without pausing at all, she replied that she was also really into bondage, but more the binding part of it. I remember being a little taken aback, but she gave me no time to think, instead immediately following up her response with a dare. The Dare. Let me tie you up, and stay that way for at least thirty minutes. 

At the time I gulped and stammered out an affirmative. I missed the way her eyes glittered with anticipation, or how her grin deepened. I was hers from that moment on, I just didn't know it yet.

Christina had returned after going briefly into her room, holding a few small bundles of rope. She had slowly and gently set about tying me up. She positioned my arms behind my back, and corded them up into a snug and comfortable boxtie. More rope was drawn around my chest and arms, securing my torso in place. The way she moved around me, occasionally pressing into me as she bound me, had my heart hammering in my chest. She finished by tying up my ankles and calves, leaving me to flex and squirm a little in my bonds as she resumed her seat. The game continued. I asked her a couple questions about her bondage experience, and her rope skills. She answered well enough, and responded with questions about how it felt, and a few other sexually charged topics. After a couple more rounds of truths, she dared me to let her blindfold me. I agreed, and she produced a leather sleep mask which she slowly strapped around my head, cutting off all sight. I remember feeling her hands beginning to massage me at that point, and rapidly losing interest in continuing to ask her questions as I luxuriated in the feeling of her skilled fingers massaging me into bliss. She had other questions for me as I drifted in that blissful realm. Questions about my bondage likes. My dislikes. My fantasies. I answered them all, fool that I was, with not a thought about why she was asking all this. We were playing a game after all. At least, I was. 

Her final dare of the night, she whispered into my ear as she worked on my shoulders. Sleep like this. An entire night in her rope bondage. I nodded my assent, holding back a pleased moan at the idea, and she helped me off the chair and hop to my room. She tucked me into bed, and I remember her planting a kiss on my cheek before I drifted off to sleep. What happened afterwards, she since revealed to me, was that she hauled out a breather machine, and hooked me up to it to ensure I wouldn't be suddenly waking up. Once she was confident I had been put under, she set to with a will: unbinding and stripping me, before adding a rubber catsuit complete with arm and leg bindings. A bitch suit she called it then. Its what I spend most of my time in now, when I'm not acting as her pleasure slave, or cleaning our dorm as her bondage maid.

Christina saved the 'best parts' for last. For when I had woken up, and was groggily struggling against my new restraints and the unfamiliar sensation of rubber covering my entire body. The best parts involved a butt plug tail. A chastity cage. A thick rubber hood, complete with a detachable blindfold and cock gag. I knew she was a little crazy when I woke up like that, and was subjected to all those extra implements as she giggled and grinned at me, and told me what a good pet I was. I knew she was insane when she told me she would be keeping me like this. That she was my owner. My Mistress. That I would be disappearing from school records. She was quite the computer whiz. A computer whiz who had been pining after owning, really owning, some poor boy. But she had been quite selective, she told me one night as she rubbed my bound and rubberized body while we lay together in bed watching tv. Quite selective. Taking a slave is a commitment for life, so she had to be sure.

Which brings me to the present moment. I huffed into my gag and tried to stretch again as best I could. It's been a few months, since that night. A few months of involved and intensive training. I can only tell because she told me that she had a Halloween party to go to, and that if I was very good while she was gone I would get play time. Pleasure time. I've been very good. I've tried to wriggle free in the past while she's gone, but her restraints are utterly escape proof. And my efforts would only land me in her bad books, which meant denial, punishment, and extended cage time. So I was good for her. For Mistress Christina.

I perked up a little in my cage, as I saw a light brighten in the main common room, a small strip of it streaming underneath the door. I hear giggling voices, and movement. More giggling, and pleased whispering. She's brought a friend back. More noise from the common area, sounding like they were continuing a party, was soon joined by some sensual music that Christina enjoyed playing. Especially, with me, when she was binding me. I shuffled up onto my elbows and knees, and gave as big a stretch as I could. The door opened softly.

Christina, Mistress Christina, entered. She was wearing an incredibly sexy police officer costume, most of which was either latex or rubber. The leather cap she had been wearing when she left was missing. She was already smiling when she entered, but her eyes lit up on me in my cage, waiting for her. She halted in front of the cage, her black leather boots the only thing I could really see, and then crouched down. I looked into her eyes and moaned at her as I felt my cock press hard against its cage. She giggled and reached in to caress my hooded face, "There is nothing in the world like coming home to a wonderful, excited pet. You are such a good boy, aren't you?"

I nodded rapidly, grunting and moaning into my gag. She giggled again and gave my chin a small squeeze, "That's right. My good boy. Is my good boy ready for some playtime?"

I nodded almost frantically. I hadn't had any sort of release in two days. Relentless teasing had been my life for the past thirty odd hours. Preparation, she had called it. Well, now I knew why. She wanted me, her little bondage plaything, to be raring to go when she brought company back. I wanted to be mad. Angry. Ashamed. Anything. Anything apart from my desperate needy state, that had me wriggling my butt in anticipation as she unlocked the cage door. She snapped a leash to my collar, and then gave it a tug, "Follow me pet. I have someone for you to meet." I felt my buttplug buzz to life inside me, and I moaned as I was led out of the room into the soft, pleasant light of the common area.

As she led me out I spotted our guest. Another girl was seated in the chair that I had sat in those many months ago. She was wearing a Catwoman costume that had been unzipped enough to allow her generous cleavage to be revealed. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and a leather blindfold strapped around her head. A small vibrator had also been secured to her thigh, the head teasingly close to her sex. She was moaning and writhing on the chair as I was brought out, and I felt my cage grow even tighter. Bloody damned chastity!!

Christina stopped next to her and ran a finger down the girl's neck, ending by tweaking her nipples, "I'm baaaaack."

The girl moaned and thrust her chest forward, the soft buzz of her vibrator masking the muffled throb of my own. Christina sat down in the girl's lap, a finger warning me to stay put. I watched as she teased the girl's mouth open, then made her kiss and suck on the ball gag that was gently strapped into her mouth. More moans. I began to gyrate my hips, only barely managing to stay silent. Christina began to tease the girl some more, kissing and touching her. Her lips. Her throat. Her breasts. The girl bucked and twisted under her, moaning into her gag. Begging for more. More. More. But Christina kept her riding that edge, like the devilish expert she was.

"I have a surprise for you." Christina whispered to the girl, both of her hands kneading the girl's breasts, "Would you like a surprise?"

She moaned in response, nodding her head while thrusting her chest forward into Christina's hands. My mistress giggled and groped her some more. Then she motioned me to come forward a bit, before slowly peeling the girl's blindfold off. She blinked in the low light, her eyes finding Christina's and smiling, then going wide as they suddenly saw me. A completely encased rubber bondage pet. I moaned and Christina gave my leash a little jerk to bring me over and press myself against the girl's leg. She stared at me for another moment, then looked back at Christina a little wide eyed. Christina grinned,

"Beth I'd like you to meet Sam. Formerly my roommate, and now my adorable, sexy bondage pet." She ran a hand down my head and back and I gave a loud, pleased moan at the contact. God I wanted her. All over me. She did it again, and I sucked hard on the rubber cock in my mouth, hoping that my cage would be removed soon.

"He and I really hit it off the first month that we were hear, and he confessed he was an absolute bondage fanatic but never got a chance to really try it. So I made him my pet, and now he gets to be in bondage all the time." She grinned, and then gestured from me towards Beth while stroking the girl's hair and cheek,

"Sam, meet Beth. A pretty, shy girl that I met at the party. Dressed as one of my favourite characters. She also has a secret penchant for bondage." Beth moaned into her gag as Christina's fingers worked their magic, "I've been worried that with my schedule ramping up, I won't be home as much. And my pet needs company. A playmate."

Beth's eyes went wide and she moaned, seemingly a mixture of sudden fear and horniness. Christina grinned widely at her and brought out a leather collar that she dangled in front of her eyes. Then, without breaking eye contact she slowly wrapped it around Beth's throat, buckling and locking it closed, "You'll make a perfect playmate for my boy. Oh, it will take time my dear, but don't you worry. Sam can tell you just how patient I am, how understanding, at training a slave."

She planted a kiss on Beth's gagged mouth before standing. She bent to attach a couple of chains around the girl's legs and waist, keeping her firmly bound to the chair. She then waltzed over to the cupboard, bringing back the breathing machine she had used on me that first night. She set it up, snapped the blindfold back over Beth's eyes, and then attached the breathing mask to her face, 

"I'll get you properly dressed in the morning in your new uniform. We'll spend the day getting to know one another, and clearing out your records and social media. For now though, I'm going to leave you here, to writhe in your bondage. Sam has really been a very good boy tonight, and he deserves a night of pleasure with his mistress."

My heart leaped at that, and I moaned in gratitude. Christina smiled and stroked my head, holding my leash in such a way that I was pressed against her leg, "I realize this is a big life step for you, becoming my slave, so I find that an evening or two alone to stew in pleasure helps frame your new life. I'll check on you in the morning. Ta."

With that she gave my leash a tug, and I obediently turned to follow my mistress back into the darkness of her bedchamber, leaving her new slave, my new compatriot, to writhe and moan into her gag. This was all crazy. Insane. And I didn't care.