Claire yawned as she shuffled out of her bedroom, rubbing the last of her sleep from her eyes as she trooped downstairs. As was her habit she had gone to bed late. Real late. But that, as she reminded herself each Saturday morning, were what Friday nights were for. Especially Friday nights spent mostly at Alice's Club.
She checked her runner's watch. 0630. Good enough. Gonna be a busy one anyway.
She opened the basement door while tying her hair up into a high ponytail, trotting down the stairs as her natural buoyant energy trickled back in. She carefully unlocked the main door into the dungeon, before opening the nearest cell block door. The Lackey siblings were within, tied spreadeagled to separate beds. Their forms utterly covered by rubber, and both still (so far as Claire could see) fast asleep. The thick hoods both wore utterly cut them off from the outside world, save for the training mantras Claire had set up and the mild aphrodisiacs that were pumped in through their masks. With their parents still enjoying another week or more of Gordian Knot's hospitality, Claire could enjoy the brother and sister pair a while longer. She was rather proud of the fact that neither yet knew of the other's captivity. Though they had seen each other their rubber and bondage made any identity impossible to determine, and Claire had delighted in the cat and mouse game of each of them serving her, sometimes in the same room. She grinned. Thrilling. But she would let them sleep awhile just yet. They had a busy day of cleaning ahead of them, and Claire wanted them to be fresh for that, and for her planned evening games.
Closing and softly locking the cell door behind her, Claire moved out to the main area of her dungeon where her prize from last night awaited her. Nate...Nick...She frowned for a moment as she tried to remember, and then shrugged. Well, he had a name with an N. Not that it mattered all that much at this point. All she knew about him was that he really really sucked at Truth or Dare. Or had been playing a different sort of game. Perhaps he had been distracted by the kinky atmosphere of Alice's and neglected to pay attention to what Claire was asking of him, or doing to him. Silly boy that he was. Regardless, he was hers for the weekend.
She paced forward towards where the boy was, heavily and completely strapped into the large set bondage chair. Leather restraints festooned his naked body, and she could hear his panting, needy moans from inside his thick hood and gag. The guttering buzz from the vibrators that had been teasing him all night brought a grin to Claire's lips. She found that a solid night of edging and teasing in her bondage chair made even the toughest of captives much more amenable to her games. Claire briskly changed out the batteries, giving the boy some comforting pats and squeezes as he moaned desperately for...release? Her touch? She giggled again as she re-tightened a few of the straps, drawing muffled pleading from him that she ignored, before giving him a deep kiss on his gagged mouth,
"I'm off on my chore list sweetie, but I promise to play when I come home. Toodles!" The captive boy whined and whiffled into his gag, begging her to stay, but she just tossed him a saucy wink and grin that he couldn't see while briefly griping his cock before sashaying away. Boys were best when they were desperate. And he would be stoked to a fine little boil by the time she was ready for him, with all his thoughts bent solely towards pleasure and kink. She picked up a small compact black backpack from where it slumped against the dungeon wall, and then went bounding up the stairs after re-locking the dungeon door. Her playthings checked on, she could start her day.
Once outside she spent a few minutes stretching before heading out on her usual Saturday morning jog. It was early enough in the morning that hardly anyone was up and about. Only a couple other fellow joggers, and these always off in the distance. It was a peaceful, contemplative time, and Claire treasured it. She did two full laps of her neighbourhood, as was her habit, getting a sense of things as she ran. It was on her third lap, three houses up, that she suddenly veered off the street and into a neighbour's lawn. The MacCaskill house. Claire peeked through the front window, smiling as she saw a womanly figure pad out of sight. Bingo.
Claire let herself in by the unlocked front door, quietly stalking towards the kitchen from where a merry tune was being whistled. Mrs. MacCaskill, that motherly wench, was just putting on the dishes from her breakfast. A breakfast for one, Claire noted with interest and satisfaction. She slipped up behind the whistling woman, coiling a slipknot in one hand. It was the easiest thing in the world, as the woman shifted to place a plate in the sink, to suddenly grab her arms. Snaring her wrists with rope. A startled squawk of surprise was immediately stifled by Claire's ballgag being wrenched into her mouth. Claire wound her rope further around the squirming woman's wrists, knotting it firmly into place, before wrapping her arms around Mrs. MacCaskill's chest, and pressing her chin to her shoulder, "Hiya neighbour! Long time no kidnap!"
Mrs. MacCaskill gave an indignant huff at that, but moaned as Claire groped her breasts in a sensual fashion, kissing her neck a few times, "I haven't been to see you in aaaaages..." Claire's hips shoved Mrs. MacCaskill up against the sink, her hands continuing to draw moans from the older woman, "And all alone this weekend...that's hardly the proper way for a lady like you to spend it, hmm?"
Not waiting for a response from the increasingly horny housewife, Claire spun her around and frogmarched her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Onto the bed she went, playfully shoved by Claire, and Mrs MacCaskill soon found herself pinned by a giggling madwoman who lost no time in roping up her ankles and placing her into a firm hogtie. Mrs MacCaskill's eyes locked on Claire's, smouldering now with fiery need as the domme lashed a vibrator tightly to the woman's leg, positioning it just so. She moaned once more, her muffled voice heavy with desire, as Claire flicked the vibrator on. Pulsing waves of sensation were sent through the bound woman, who began to squirm and struggle in a most pleasing way. Claire grinned, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, "Be back in a while Mrs Mac. Hang tight and groove." She giggled and delivered a trio of spanks to the woman's shifting rear before re-shouldering her bag and ducking back out of the house once more, her captive's moans of pleasure pursuing her down the stairs.
Claire rolled her shoulders as she left the house, satisfied that the faint moans filling the house couldn't be heard from outside. She adored her Saturday morning runs. It was one of the best ways she had yet found to combine exercise, bondage, and her predilection to playfully hunt her captives-to-be. Of course, a good part of her pre-Saturday work had to do with identifying who lived nearby who seemed disposed towards bondage, often enough through Claire's skilled conversational steering. It wasn't hard with most, even if they never verbally confessed their interest. Claire could tell. A very particular gift that she eagerly exploited. And then, once she knew they were interested, it was just a simple matter of taking a neighbourly interest in their routines, figuring out when their personal schedules could take some interruption, and imposing restrictive, playful bondage upon them.
She began to jog once more, a bit slower now as she reveled in the anticipation of it all. Most of her Saturday revolved around this, unless she was otherwise occupied. Depending on how many victims were available, and obtainable, she could spend all day whiling away her time through a multitude of games and play with them. And her captives never had cause for complaint. She scrupulously ensured that anyone she snatched went home utterly sexually sated. What more could they ask for, after all? Some she simply bound and then released all in the comfort of their own homes. Others, those with more experience, desire, or simply caught Claire's eye enough, were brought back to her home. Those playmates often ended up sleeping over. Claire grinned, not that she really needed too many more stay-over playmates at this point. But one never should turn down opportunities. Hell, about a month back the entire neighbourhood book club, seven delightful ladies, had ended up in her clutches. That had been a short run but a thoroughly enjoyable day. Two of them still made a point of casually letting Claire know their weekly schedules.
Her next stop was the Johnsons. The parents, bless them, were out of town on holiday with most of their kids. Their daughter Melissa though, home from uni, was not. Claire found her still asleep in her bed, and had a brief moment to shake her head at the laziness of youth while she carefully sorted out her chosen supplies from her bag. Melissa was, unluckily for her, a rather heavy sleeper. Claire managed to lock cuffs around all four limbs and chain them together at a waist belt she attached before the girl began to waken. It was a simple matter to jam a bit gag into her mouth as she opened her eyes.
"Mmmph! 'Aaiiree?"
"Morning sleepyhead, I let myself in." Melissa groaned and shook her now bound arms and legs. Claire waggled a finger, "Ah, ah, ah. I checked the house when I came in. You would've just gotten a hogtie and vibe, but its a mess cutie. I figure you can get the main floor mostly done in a few hours." Claire winked. Melissa groaned again, but still shifted herself around in bed so she was sitting up with her feet on the floor.
Claire patted her head and gave her a flirting kiss, "Good girl." She rummaged in her bag and came up with a slim collar that she fastened around Melissa's throat, "Stand up for me sweetie."
Melissa, still bleary eyed from sleep, rose with some muffled grumbling into her gag. Claire ignored her with good humour, busy tying a a small vibrator to Melissa. The girl only realized what Claire was up to when the machine purred to life on a low setting, ripping a humming moan from Melissa as she undulated her hips in response. Claire patted her with a small sympathetic noise as Melissa moaned again, rising to guide the girl out of her room. Once she had the squirming student down on the main floor she tapped a list of tasks that she had scrawled down,
"Now then missie, I've left the jobs that need doing by the end of the day. I'll stop by a couple times to see how you're getting on. If you finish up early, that'll give us some time for fun playtime. Otherwise," Claire made a teasing pout, "I'll just have to take my toys and go home." She winked and giggled as Melissa let out a plaintive moan, fairly snatching the list out of Claire's reach and shuffling off towards the closet with the cleaning supplies. Claire grinned. She had played with Melissa a few times before, and the girl absolutely loved her bondage time despite her growls. And really, if she didn't want so much of her day to be wasted on kinkified chores, then she should help out more before Saturday rolled around.
Claire let herself out, taking a moment to grope a shuddering Melissa as the girl did her best to sweep up in her bondage. She was moaning in such an endearing fashion that Claire very nearly decided to stick around and forgo the remainder of her run. But she limited herself to massaging the girl's ass, tweaking at the crotchrope and murmuring a few teasing promises to her. Melissa's frustrated, anguished moans followed her outside as she fairly skipped away from the struggling woman, a massive grin on her face.
Time to get back out on the road.
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It turned out to be a fairly light day, Claire mused as she headed for home an hour later. She had gone to Wanda Ackerman's home, a lady who always enjoyed tight, straining ropes, a thick gag, and a vibrating friend to keep her company. Wanda had been a frequent flyer in Claire's dungeon, the young teacher had a wide and deep submissive streak that practically radiated off her. Claire had carefully nurtured her kinky cravings and, on more than one occasion, had ended up hanging onto her for a week at a time. The plucky brunette just locked exquisite in ropes, and Claire delighted in using her to decorate various parts of her home.
But alas, Wanda hadn't been home. Wouldn't be home for nearly three weeks. She had gone off to some conference and an out of town vacation, and had organized a series of Air BnB rentals to cover off while she was away. The present occupants, a lovely German couple, had come over for a week's vacation. Halfway done, they had elected to sleep in this morning. When Claire had entered the bedroom, it was clear they had had a wild night. Both were sleeping in the nude, and Claire frankly ogled them as they lay together. She had stood there at the foot of their bed, carefully measuring the pair of them with the critical, knowing gaze of an expert binder. Couple vacation. Needed something real special to welcome them to the neighbourhood. And that's what she proceeded to give them.
She carefully, and gently, roped them up with the remaining cord she had. Ankles and knees were bound together, and she gave each of them a soft rope belt to which she bound their hands to either side. Next came her last belts, wrapping around both of them at the calves, thighs, waist, and chest. Squishing them up together. An enforced cuddling session. And just to make things interesting, Claire nestled her final vibrator in between the two of them, where it would cause maximum mischief. The two of them had clearly been exhausted by their night together because it was only then that the girl began to stir. She began to slowly squirm and move against her bonds and her boyfriend as Claire was strapping a ballgag into the boy's mouth.
"Mmmm, morning bondage, love?" Her sleepy accented voice sent a thrill through Claire. So adorable! "I was wonder--" the girl's voice cut off as she opened her eyes to find herself faced with her boyfriend's gagged face. His body bound to her own. Her limbs roped and restrained.
"How...?" the girl turned her head slightly and saw Claire sitting behind where the two of them lay, another ballgag in her hands, "Oh."
"Oh?" Claire cocked her head, a playful grin on her face and a slightly quizzical knitting of her eyebrows, "You seem less surprised than most..."
The German shrugged as best she could, her pale eyes wide with interest as she looked at Claire, "I...well...Are you Claire?"
Claire booped her on the nose, "That's Mistress Claire to you missie."
"Mistress Claire," There was that accent again, the girl almost sounding like she was turning the name over in her mouth, "Well, um...when we booked this place we had a long talk with Wanda."
Claire laid the ballgag down and picked out two collars, the ones she kept for couples she encountered on her runs. One was trimmed with red, the other with blue. Blue went around the boy's neck who was slowly beginning to rouse, "What did Wanda have to say?"
"She made it pretty clear that we had to be comfortable with kink, if we planned on staying here." The girl watched as her boy was collared in front of her, biting at her lip a bit as her eyes drank as much of him in as she could, "I thought it was because she had some little dungeon set up or something, but she told us about Saturdays in this neighbourhood, and the kidnapping tradition. How she sometimes spent days as your bondage plaything."
The boy was awake now and gave a few muffled grunts into his gag. He squirmed until Claire settled a soothing hand on his cheek, giving him a few reassuring pats. Then she switched her hand over to stroke the girl's cheek and neck, "And?"
"And I was...we were...curious." The girl squirmed a bit more, eyeing Claire and eyeing the collar the domme was now fingering idly, "So we booked our stay so that we overlapped two Saturdays, and did as much as we could in our first few days. To...um...justify taking a couple days to...uh..." A blush was rapidly rising in her cheeks. Claire gave a little squeak and beamed down at her,
"Are you telling me that you two delightful creatures traveled all this way to have a shot at me binding you up?"
The blushes from both of them told the tale. Claire gave another delighted squeal and hugged both of them. She gave the girl a hungry kiss and then backed off enough to slowly, sensually, wrap the red tinged collar around her neck. The bound woman moaned as Claire buckled it fact, and then they both moaned as Claire tweaked their nipples. Next the gag. The girl opened her mouth willingly, her eyes smouldering with desire. The boy was certainly interested too. Claire's grin was fit to split her face. She patted both of them, thrilling at the feel of their squirming bound forms beneath her hands.
"Well, I don't know if Wanda told you, but I absolutely adore couples." Claire traced the belts and ropes holding the two of them captive as she spoke, "Do either of you have anything pressing before Monday?"
Both her prisoners shook their heads.
Claire happily groped at their bodies, "Excellent! Then, I'll be keeping you until then. I have a rather good setup back at my place, which is where I'll bring you in an hour or so. We shall play over the next two days and on Sunday I'll...reevaluate how things are going. If interested at that point, we can certainly continue right up until you have to fly out home. Or I can release you then and there, and we can simply be friends and hang out under more normal conditions." Claire's wandering hands teased the insides of their thighs, and both of them began to buck in their bonds a bit, "Either way, for the next forty eight hours, you are mine. Agreed?"
She received two rapid, almost frantic nods.
"Wonderful."
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The late afternoon sun bathed Claire's house in gold as she meandered up the walkway to her door. She had spent the full day shuttling back and forth between three different homes, checking on and playing with her captives. But as the day waned, she had made her evening arrangements, and now, with those completed, she was at last home for the night.
She had just returned from dropping Melissa off back home. The girl had finished her tidying list in only a few hours, as Claire had been confident she would, and so had been tasked with cooking supper at Claire's house. Still in her bondage, she had slaved away in the kitchen, eventually producing a splendid spread for Claire, herself, and Claire's other guests. Dinner had been eaten and enjoyed by all. Then, while the Lackey siblings had finished the washing up, Claire had gently led her into the living room, with her bondage toy chest, where she had settled the girl onto a sybian. Claire had worked her over for about half an hour, drawing three shrieking orgasms from the bound girl, before she had switched the teasing pleasure machine off. Melissa had needed helping to the car, and Claire had walked her back inside her home. Claire gently unlocked and retrieved all her implements, save for the leather wrist cuffs and the slim collar still locked around Melissa's neck. Instead, she pressed a key into the trembling girl's hand,
"They're yours to keep, little one. Anytime you feel like playing while you are on vacation, just lock those back on and come see me." Claire gently kissed her cheek and then whispered heatedly, "Wait too long though, and I may just come visit you again." She drew back and winked, Melissa giving an exhausted giggle before collapsing back into bed.
Claire gave a grunt of satisfaction at the memory of tucking the girl in, still under her lock if not her key, as she entered her home. She shucked her shoes and, still clad in her running outfit, headed down into the basement.
Inside she went slowly from cell to cell, checking in on everyone. The Lackeys were first up. They had been bound onto their own sybians, affixed plugs penetrating their rears and giving them pleasant vibrations that had them both moaning and squirming in the rubber straightjackets they had been bound in. Andrew's cock had been wrapped in a sheath that he was desperately, and unsuccessfully, trying to fuck. Debbie had a vibrating nub in place that added to her heaving struggles and the pleasure that expertly ebbed and flowed around them. Her final touch for the pair of them were the dildos on polls in front of them that they were both currently sucking, and the VR headsets strapped tightly over their eyes and hooded heads. An augmented training package, with plenty of combined audio and visual cues, would be their constant companion and guide over the next six hours of submissive training and pleasure. Claire smiled with satisfaction as she watched the two heads bob back and forth, nearly in unison. The only sounds from the cell were the steady hum of the vibrators and plugs, the moans of her pets, and the sound of rubber being sucked on. Music to Claire's ears.
In the next room Mrs MacCaskill was quartered, folded over a small bench in a rope strappado. Claire had wound rope through the mother's hair, creating a sturdy ponytail that she had tied off to the chest harness that Mrs MacCaskill now sported. Her breasts were pleasingly framed, if a little squashed against the leather covered top, and every time she shifted and moved against the bench the ropes strained with her. Hugged her pleasantly tight. Made her moan at their unending constriction. Her legs were kept apart by a spreader bar, her ankles locked in the cuffs, and the bar itself bound to the bench. A penis gag completed her bondage, her mouth comfortably full. A vibrator buzzed beneath her, stoking her fires ever higher. To her front, facing away from the cell door, a tv monitor had been set up, playing a favoured porn video. A video of kidnap, of bondage, sensual debasement and debauchery. A young woman captured and enslaved by a worldly mistress. A favourite for them both, and Claire knew by the time it was over Mrs MacCaskill would be raring to go.
Claire leaned for a moment on the doorframe, watching as needy moans rose from her bound captive's mouth, her hips doing their best to thrust against their tormentor, desperate for release. For pleasure. But she would not obtain it that way. Hours of edging, of teasing, of sexual brinksmanship lay ahead for her. And Claire enjoyed every moment, knowing that Mrs MacCaskill was in her thrall. Hers to dispense or withhold pleasure from. Simply delicious.
Claire quietly closed the cell door, the young woman in the video begging her captor for release, the electronic pleas mingling with Mrs MacCaskill's own gagged desires. She would keep.
The final cell she looked into contained her couple. These she had gone all out for, making their first evening with her into a game. They were, for Claire's guests, relatively free. Their torso and arms were both locked into straightjackets, their heads covered in thick hoods with no eye holes, and their mouths firmly plug gagged. Thick collars were locked on, and would prevent the removal of hood or jacket without the key. But apart from that, they were free. And naked. Before she had shoved them into the padded room, Claire had informed them of her planned game. They were allowed to have as much fun, and sex, as they wanted until she returned. When she returned though, the boy would be locked in chastity with a vibrating buttplug. The girl would have to give Claire as many orgasms as they both achieved together before her boytoy would be unlocked and the buttplug turned off. Claire had a small camera to ensure she got an accurate count, but thought it would be unnecessary. Her German fans were unlikely to lie to their new Mistress so soon after finally meeting her. Her grin turned to a giggle as she watched the boy frantically thrusting into his girlfriend, the pair of them moaning with pleasure. They both clearly adored rubber, which suited Claire just fine.
With a final smile at them through the glass slot, she breezed out into the main area. The buzz of the vibrator she had left on this morning to tease her club boy was guttering downwards once more, but his frantic, wheezing moans seemed as horny and needful as ever. Claire delicately lowered herself to sit on his lap once more, drawing a despairing needy moan from her boy.
"Miss me sweet boy?" The boy jerked a nod as much as he could in his restricted state, and Claire murmured in a soothing manner as she stroked his leather covered face, "How about we change out that gag of yours, hmm?"
Her captive nodded, all resistance and indignation at being held had fled. He just wanted to cum. He would do damn near anything to cum at this point, at her hands. The woman who had beguiled him. Taken him. Bound him. Subjugated him in this infernal chair. He was hers.
And Claire knew it in the confident manner with which she treated him. She flicked the buckle free of his plug gag, drawing it forth and laying it on the small table next to the chair.
"You're amazing! Claire! Ah, Mistress Claire! Please...Please..." The words burst suddenly from his mouth. He couldn't stop himself. Couldn't help but babble almost as soon as the gag left his mouth. About how amazing she was, how incredibly sensual, erotic. Words failed him, and his babble became mostly unintelligible. But Claire was used to that. Her chair had that effect on boys.
"Oh, I know I am hun." Claire agreed calmly, gently forcing a ring gag back into the boy's mouth and buckling it in place. She tilted his head up and fed him some water in a careful, almost maternal manner. Then she snuggled closer to him, cupping his chin in her hand as she rested herself against him, "So...am I letting you go tonight, or were you interested in actually cumming?"
Her chair bound prisoner moaned in dismay, and Claire giggled, "I wanna snuggle buddy tonight so if you reeeeeaaally wanna cum, then you're spending the night as my rubberized bed slave." The boy nodded, frantic with need. He didn't care about the price. About a further night as her bound pet. He just needed release. Desperately. Claire brought out a leather lined metal collar, and snapped it shut around his neck. The boy uttered a guttural moan as he heard the lock snap shut a moment later, and then Claire pressed herself against him once more, her fingers expertly teasing him, "Welcome to my Household then pet."
Another successful Saturday.