Richard shoved himself back from his desk, wearily removing his headphones and letting out a grateful sigh. If he had to attend one more bloody online meeting this week he was going to lose it. He loved his job, genuinely, but get a pack of academics together in an online forum, and he could lose most of a day. He checked his phone and grimaced. As he apparently just had. He had been meant to make dinner for Kate, and the two of them had been going to have an enjoyable evening in. Something to de-stress and let them both forget the outside world a little. He headed out of his office, and got to the stairs.

“Kate? Sweetie, are you still around?” His call went unanswered and Richard frowned a little as he descended onto the main floor, checking rooms here and there. No sign of her. No food left cooking, no lights still on from this morning when he had shuttered himself in his office. He paced into the kitchen, going to the small whiteboard where they sometimes left each other notes. Sure enough, his wife’s flowing script was there:

Sweetheart, I popped over to Claire’s for a cup of tea. I should be back by lunch, but you know how she gets. If its past lunch time, chances are you’ll need to come fetch me. Love you, Kate.

Richard heaved a sigh. She had gone over to Claire’s house. For tea. Clearly at some point this morning. He glanced at the clock and shook his head. So at minimum Kate had been in some form of bondage for at least five hours at this point. Probably longer. If Claire had been the one to invite her, there was every chance she had been restrained the moment she entered or soon thereafter.

He ran a hand through his hair, blushing a little. Claire’s introduction into his life still seemed like some fevered fetish dream. Her kidnapping him and Kate right out of their home, and then spending the next couple of days mostly at Alice’s BDSM club, or in her basement dungeon. Keeping the two of them as her pets, strictly bound and made to perform for her. Any time he thought about that period, or the couple of subsequent little adventures he had had at her hands, he found himself blushing furiously and shivering with anticipation, dread, and flustered pleasure. The woman was utterly insatiable about finding and subduing playmates and, when the desire struck her or pickings elsewhere proved slim, she would often slip through their backdoor.

Richard hadn’t been taken again while he and Kate were playing, but he had been surprised when walking up the path after work, roped and gagged, and then dragged off to be bound to a tree in the backyard for Kate to find. Another time he had come out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, to find Kate in a French maid outfit in their bedroom, wrists and ankles cuffed, with a ballgag prettily buckled in her mouth. She had shrugged apologetically even as hands seized Richard from behind and he was thrust onto the bed, where soon he found himself hogtied in rope, and gagged with a rubber plug gag. Claire had patted him on the head and taken Claire off to “get some chores done” and returned for him an hour later to escort him to her home where he became a display piece in her living room for several hours while Kate cleaned. The last thing Richard wanted to do was willing march over there and deliver himself back into almost certain captivity.

He had his dignity to consider. He flushed, hardly having confidence in his own thoughts. Because there was a not insignificant part that had thrilled at the kidnap games. That had encouraged him to moan and struggle so enticingly against his bonds, enjoying the feeling of Kate bound next to him when Claire left the pair of them together. Not that he would ever, in a million years, admit to Claire any of that. He had to put on a brave front, had to insist she stop her kidnap games. It was the respectable position to take after all.

Though of course, such an attitude only made it far more enjoyable for Claire to abscond with him and Kate whenever the fancy took her, slowly peeling away his mental objections until his body’s pleasure became all that mattered.

But Kate was over there, was clearly depending on him to come and get her. So Richard sighed, took a breath, and then shucked on a pair of flip flops and headed out into the back. The backyard had benefitted from his and Kate’s hard work, and the garden had been good to them this year. Plenty of produce had trickled in over the past month, and looked likely to finish up in a few more weeks. He passed by the beds, and headed onto the dirt path that led into the bushes and trees that obscured Claire’s house from Richard and Kate’s place. The autumn sun was already fairly low in the sky, and he trotted a bit faster as he came abreast of the trees, wanting to be through them as soon as he could.

The quicker he got there, the quicker he could have Kate restored to him. He wasn’t quite certain yet how he was going to convince Claire to just surrender his wife back to him, rather than jumping him immediately and joining her in bondage. But he was confident he could think of something. Maybe…maybe they had family coming to visit? Or, or a nice date night had been planned? Yes. Yes, that would probably work. Something that required both of them to be able to be intimate in a private way. Claire would understand. Richard just needed to be able to explain things to her on equal terms. Before she got it into her head that he was some helpless lamb to be taken and used as she pleased. He just had to ensure he showed no weakness, no gaps or vulnerabilities that she might—

Distracted by his rambling thoughts over the coming confrontation with Claire, Richard neglected to watch his step as he crossed over onto Claire’s side of the woods. Something suddenly seized hold of his ankle, and with a surprised shriek he was yanked off of his feet and into the air. The booby trap was a simple snare, nothing especially elaborate, but it had been cunningly placed and well planned. Richard swung back and forth from his single extended leg, his arms windmilling around as he tried to catch at the tree, at the ground, at anything to give him some leverage.

Nothing worked. Nothing could stop him from swinging back and forth, slowly dwindling down until he simply hung there. He tried to reach up for his ankle, but the snare’s knot was tight and he couldn’t manage to pick it apart. After a few minutes more of struggling, Richard simply hung there.

Soft footsteps came strolling down the pathway, and Richard shivered. He tried to swing himself around, but simply made his body sway back and forth on the rope.

“My, my,” a familiar voice came from behind him. Close behind him, “It seems my little bait and trap worked rather well. Hello Dicky.”

“Claire.” Richard tried to summon all of the dignity that was left to him, “I was just coming to collect Kate. We have a date night, see, and I was hoping…” He trailed off as he felt her hands touching him. Steadying him. Tracing gently along his arms. He shuddered and gave a little despairing sound, “C-claire, c-c’mon now. We really, really do h-have…y-you don’t need to…to…” Her hands inexorably pressed his hands behind his back, and Richard felt his whole body shiver and twitch as the cold steel of handcuffs clicked shut around his wrists.

“Claire!” His shout was meant to sound authoritative, but it came out as a squeak, “ Claire, p-please, yougagggghhhmmmm!!” A ballgag was wrenched tightly into his mouth and smoothly buckled in place. A hand steadied his head, and soft lips traced his ear, peppering little kisses against the side of his head and onto his neck.

“I know I don’t have to do this silly.” Richard felt a leather belt go around his upper arms and draw them in until he grunted at the strain, at which point it backed off just a bit before being buckled in place, “I wanted to do this for you Dicky boy. Kate’s been talking my ear off about the stress that you’re under. Well,” He heard Claire softly chuckle as she massaged his arms, “As much as I let her talk this morning I suppose. There are just better things to do with her, with you too, than to have a ‘normal’ conversation.”

He could picture her doing the bunny ears around that too. God, this woman was something else. He moaned into his gag.

“I know hun, I know. I’ll have you down from there in just a moment.” He felt a cuff click into place on his free ankle, and then it was hoisted close enough to his snared one to connect. That done, the last piece was his collar. And it was his collar. He could tell just by the feel. Richard didn’t need to see the tag, or have Claire smugly inform him. He had been in the thing often enough to recognize it. Recognize it and moan even more deeply as it was locked around his neck.

With the collar firmly in place, and Richard now helpless to resist her, Claire finally slowly released the snare, lowering Richard to the ground and freeing him from her booby trap. She helped him up to his feet and spent a few minutes cooing over him, dusting him off, and acting like nothing at all was amiss in the world. That she could have been doing something like this to him without him being bound, gagged, and helpless. It was a surreal thought, and the way she smiled at Richard when she caught his eye made him think Claire was quite aware of how her sensual treatment of him was arousing him. Making him more pliable for whatever she had planned.

Because as soon as he had been dragged into the air, some part of him knew that he was going to end up in her collar again.

Claire grinned at Richard’s expression and pinched his cheek, “Goodness you blush nice and bright Dicky boy. Now, how about you be good for me.” She snapped a leash to his collar, “And I don’t put you in my isolation chair until morning. Deal?”

Richard swallowed hard. That was already in the offering? Bloody hell, he wanted nothing to do with that contraption. He rapidly shook his head, and her smile grew.

“Wonderful! See, we can have a reasonable adult conversation like a pair of rational adults, right?” She gave his leash a tug, “In our proper places of course.”

Richard moaned, and Claire giggled again as she pulled him along the path, back towards her home. In the dying light of the day, Richard thought it looked just a trifle ominous. Though it was hard, now that he was once more in her bonds, to see Claire as anything but a fun-loving bondage maniac. One who, however much he groused and moaned over her antics, genuinely cared for every and any sub who found their way into her bonds. She wasn’t the most reasonable of people when it came to how long she would keep her pets, toys, and slaves, but she was unfailingly attentive to their needs while they were bound.

It was, on the whole, rather relaxing to be her captive. Not so much in the moment, but in the ability to simply release your cares and concentrate your mind fully on Claire. On the sensations she would give or withhold. On the bondage that would keep you snug and secure, locked away from the world.

Rather freeing, in a certain sense.

Richard shook his head, making an exasperated sound through his gag. Here he was, being led into Claire’s lair, and he was woolgathering. He should be trying to convince her still that this needn’t happen. That she could just let them go…

Claire led him up to the back door, and opened the door with a sweep, “Oh sweetie, I’m hooooome!”

Even as Richard was entering, he could hear the telltale clink of chains. But even though he knew to expect bondage, and straining pleasure, he still gave a growling moan of desire at the sight that awaited him.

The Johnson’s university daughter was there, dressed in an elegant and sleek looking latex French Maid uniform, complete with wrist and ankle cuffs connected to a nice waist belt of leather. A comfortable collar completed her look, and her eyes matched the eager gagged grin on her face. Evidently this was a role she was quite accustomed to, in Claire’s home. She was holding a leash though, and it was the woman on the end of that leash that most attracted Richard’s attention.

Kate had been completely covered in rubber. A rubber catsuit and hood combination, coupled with latex boots, covered her from head to toe. Her arms were locked behind her in a strict armbinder, and her head held by a posture collar. Her hooded head blindly twitched and tried to swivel, her mouth held shut by a large panel gag, which if Richard knew anything about Claire almost certainly contained a large cock or plug gag. She stood still, waiting patintly as Melissa Johnson ran a single hand along her hip. Richard was staring. He knew he was staring but couldn’t stop himself.

God but his wife looked beautiful in rubber.

The only hint of the woman underneath, apart from her form in the rubber catsuit, was the hair that was pulled through in a luxurious if short ponytail.

Claire stepped around in front of him, eyes dancing with glee, “Well my sweet Dicky boy, now that we’re all here I suppose I can chat with you.” She paused for a moment, hand mockingly lifted as though to remove his ballgag, and then dropped it with a chuckle, “Actually, no, I don’t think you need a speaking part in this little play. See, Kate told me all about the stress you’ve been under. How she wanted to do something special for a date night for you. And I just knooooow how much you love to be my little captive.” Claire’s grin exploded across her face as Richard blushed, “Seeeee?”

Her hands began to grip his ass, and she pulled him in close, “So I had just a little, small, weeeeee idea for how to relieve this horrible stress you are under.” Her eyes glinted, inches from his own, “A 48 hour pass. You surrender, right here and now, any and all responsibilities for the next two days…ish. Kate will stay as long as she can, but you are going to stay a prisoner so that I can work my magic.” She wiggled one hand at his face, and then hooked a finger through his collar’s d-ring, pulling him until he was practically touching her lips with his, “48 hours to make you forget all your cares. All your outside duties. Boil all of that away in a cauldron of pleasure, that I won’t release you from until you are properly relaxed. Properly ready to tackle your labyrinthine responsibilities at that university job of yours.”

Richard was speechless for a moment, his eyes gazing into Claire’s and seeing the simple promise reflected back at him. He hesitated for just a few moments. Kate had clearly planned this. There seemed to be no doubt about that. It explained why Claire had set the snare on the path too. On any other day where she wanted him, she was never shy about entering his home and snatching him away. So…planned from the start. A relaxation imprisonment, with Claire as his warden.

This was going to be intense.

Richard gave a moan, and a small nod, flushing brilliantly scarlet as he did.

Claire’s eyes crinkled in front of him, and she leaned forward to kiss him. A quick flash of heat, of lips on his own gagged ones, and then she yanked him forward, passing her maid and Richard’s wife, “Splendid. Well, I have just the outfit for you then Dicky boy. And once you’re set up in that…” she giggled, “Well, I thought you might be up for putting on a sexy little show for Melissa and I…you and your wife…”

Richard moaned, but could do nothing but follow along in her wake. A full 48 hours as Claire’s captive. 48 hours with no hope of escape, he knew from plentiful experience. He was stuck. He was hers.

He was…strangely at peace with that.

Maybe there was something to this bondage relaxation thing after all. Richard was just going to have to find out…