Claire so adored playing with couples.
She was currently sprawled out on her couch, in front of the large flat screen television that was mounted on the wall. She had just showered, and was dressed in comfortable pajamas. Half-watching some show that Melissa had gotten her started on, the bulk of her attention was donated to the young man draped over her lap.
Richard had been carefully strapped into a tight fitting black rubber sleep sack, with half a dozen belts locked around him to ensure a snug fit. A drum tight and thick black rubber hood had also been fitted in place, consigning her playmate to darkness. The addition of a thick plug gag and noise cancelling ear buds meant that Richard was floating in his own little world. Had been for nearly two hours now, and the even keel of his breathing indicated that he was either quite calm, or was drifting off to sleep.
Claire grinned and scooted herself slightly beneath him, pulling both of them further back into the couch as her hands slowly roamed over the rubber bound body of her captive. Richard could protest all he wanted, as he had on the path when she had secured him while he dangled, but he was a born submissive. And for all his protests, the way he blushed when she bound him, talked to him, sometimes even looked at him, told her that he enjoyed her little bondage and kidnap sessions.
That evening of captivity, when she had had Kate as well, had been a most enjoyable way to start the weekend. Once the two of them had been properly dressed and bound in rubber, she had seated them on a special double-seat sybian. Kate’s hungry moan, and Richard’s surprised squeal as the plugs had gone home had been delicious. Claire had watched hungrily as Kate and Richard were vibrated and teased within an inch of an orgasm, watched as they squirmed, struggled and moaned in their tight bonds. Kate had been especially frustrated of course, because she had been getting teased and aroused for the past five hours or so, and was in desperate need for an orgasm. But Claire had simply grinned at the plaintive frustrated moans coming from her friend. She had clutched Melissa tightly to her, using a vibrator to bring the girl and then herself to a panting, moaning orgasm. All while her married subbies had struggled in frustrated pleasure, putting on an alluring evening show for Claire and her maid.
Bed time had followed for the evening, with Richard and Kate strapped up together and left to be teased by further vibrators in one of Claire’s basement cells. Claire only had one other prisoner that Friday evening, a nice young lady she had met at Alice’s Club, who had spent most of her evening bound on the treadmill getting her exercise in. Claire and Melissa had taken her down, re-bound her for bed, and hustled her into another of Claire’s basement cells. Rather than staying to play, she had simply given the girl a vibrator and left, deciding to get an early evening of rest.
Though by the time she had gotten upstairs and ready for bed that evening, she had changed her mind. And Melissa had given such an adorable squeal of surprise when she was tackled onto the bed, roped into a tight hogtie, and then tickled mercilessly. Claire had played with her maid slave for a long while, periodically checking the camera feeds in the cells on her phone to ensure her captives were enjoying themselves. She had finally been ready for sleep when Melissa had been brought to a third screaming orgasm from her vibrating wand, and had drifted off while the young woman grunted and struggled in her hogtie.
Kate had had to leave the next morning for her workday at Alice’s Club, though not before Claire had made her lovely couple suck their breakfast through specially set up dildos in their cell. While they enjoyed the stimulating vibrations of butt plugs of course. It was the rare playmate who didn’t have their rear stuffed with a pleasantly sized plug to enjoy. Then, since it was Richard’s relaxation weekend, he got to experience a bound blowjob from his equally restrained wife.
Claire gave a happy hum and squeezed Richard more tightly against her. That had been a delightful sight. Her captive couple, completely rubberized and bound with the only trace of flesh being Richard’s desperate dick. One gimp sucking, one receiving, and both moaning in pleasure. Kate had taken her time, teasing and going slow while Richard had squirmed and panted and moaned into his rubber cock gag. Claire had watched and made a mental note that she was going to have to do this with the two of them more often. They just looked breathtakingly sexy as her two rubber gimps.
With Richard recovering from what was probably one of the best blowjobs he had ever received, Claire and Melissa (recently returned from providing breakfast to Claire’s other captive and setting her back up on the treadmill) had gotten Kate ready for work. The three women had chatted easily once Kate was ungagged and unbound, and Kate had given Claire as crushing a hug as she could muster.
“Just keep up this sort of thing.” Kate had mumbled into Claire’s shoulder, “I can already tell he’s starting to finally relax.”
Claire had giggled, “You know me Kate, I’m always happy to help.” She had swatted Melissa’s backside when the younger woman had grinned and rolled her eyes, and then wagged her finger when the slave maid had yelped, “Don’t you go sassing me missy, I still have plenty of attention left over for certain unruly maids…”
“Promises, promises.” Melissa had stuck out her tongue and then gave a happy squeal as Claire grabbed her, spun her around, and handcuffed her hands in front of her. Kate shook her head with an amused grin as Claire bent down to whisper something into Melissa’s ear that made the young woman’s eyes widen and drew a heartfelt moan from her lips.
Claire had shooed Kate out the door then, “Come back whenever you can, if you want to play. But if you prefer to just have a quiet evening at home, Richard’s in safe hands here.”
“Well there was that show you recommended that he’d never willingly watch with me…” Kate had mused as she headed for the door, “Maybe I’ll do that. Though after a shift at Alice’s…well, that usually puts me in the mood for more playtime.”
“My door is always open to those who feel the need for submission.” Claire had winked and blown Kate a kiss. Kate had blushed a little, giggled, and then headed off to work.
Leaving Richard, a bound rubber prisoner, to his relaxation with Claire. Leaving Melissa to undergo whatever promised pleasure and torment she had just earned herself. And with the promise that Kate had a fun evening awaiting her here, if she so desired.
Rather than punishing Melissa immediately, Claire had had other plans for the girl. Namely, demonstrating how well she had learned her course content on the recent duo of massage therapy classes that she had taken. The two women strapped Richard down to the massage table, with a specially fitted head rest that allowed for him to be collared and gagged, and then Claire left Melissa to do her work in peace while she had gone out for a run.
Claire had returned an hour later. She hadn’t meant to stay out so long, but she had encountered a certain Mrs. Penelope Garcia. Penny was one of the members of the book club that Claire had rather infamously taken charge of many months ago, and the voluptuous Latina woman had been one of the most fiery and passionate captives that Claire had managed to ensnare. In normal life, Penelope worked as a librarian. Her dark chocolate eyes, chestnut brown hair that was always elegantly styled, and a pair of glasses that perch midway down her nose had probably made her the subject of many a fantasy. Certainly, that’s what had done it for Claire the few times she had popped up to the library to peruse books and potential playmates. And certainly Penny had made for a most enjoyable playmate. Claire had dressed and bound her in a harem dancer outfit, and had been delighted when she had thrown herself passionately into the role. The woman had been a whirl of silks, tinkling chains, and flashing, fierce grins and moans at Claire over the silk of her gag. Out of the seven women taken, Penny was one who had always casually let slip when she was going to be alone.
Which had helped Claire immensely that afternoon when she had snuck into the backyard of the Garcia house and leaped upon a sunbathing Penny. The struggle had been an enjoyable contest, but Claire had had the element of surprise, and years and years of capture experience. Penny, despite her energy, swiftly found herself cuffed, strapped, gagged, and collared. Claire had paused only long enough to tie the woman’s bikini top back into place, and then had tugged Penny away back to her place. Back to the dungeon that held the promise of so much for both of them.
“How is our boy doing?” Claire had asked, breezing back into the dungeon area with a loudly ‘Mmmmph’ing’ Mrs. Garcia, “Feeling relaxed yet?”
“Efff Mifftrefff,” Richard’s voice came slowly, almost lethargic. Melissa still worked away at his shoulders, and she paused long enough to shoot Claire a triumphant grin. Things, evidently, were going well.
“Well keep up the good work sweetie, and perhaps that little game of ours will be more pleasure than correction.” Claire grinned as Melissa blushed brightly again, and then swept into cell number four. She turned back, reeling Penny in by the leash until she was nearly nose to nose with the panting, aroused captive, “Now my dear. Last chance. Any time limits I should be aware of today?”
Penny shivered a little as Claire casually groped her bottom and shook her head, a flash of a grin around her ballgag. Claire returned the quick grin with one of her own, “Splendid. As you may have noticed, I am rather booked up with a delightful young fellow out there in need of some serious stress relief. I was thinking I might have you repeat your little harem dance performance. Y’know, the whooooole thing…”
Penny’s face flushed in aroused, embarrassed memory, but her head tilted up proudly as she mumbled some incoherent but probably resistant phrase into her gag. Claire patted her rump, and then guided her to kneel down onto the cell’s sybian.
“Well that’s why I grabbed you now honey. I’ve got hours and hours to convince you that dancing for me and my guest is the right decision.” Claire strapped Penny’s legs into a tight frogtie with thick leather straps, and then flicked a button to turn the machine on. Rather than the high hum or quasi roar that might have entailed a swift journey to pleasure, it was a soft purr that greeted the ear. Penny garbled into her gag, letting out a moan tinged just slightly with desperation.
Claire’s smile widened as she fetched the other common attachment and began plugging in a dildo stand to the sybian, “I don’t think last time I introduced you to this delightful little contraption sweetie, but I’m very glad to do it now. See, the sybian you are experiencing right now is at its base level. Once I’ve finished plugging in this dildo, you have the ability to turn up the speed and intensity of the machine by giving this rubber cock a nice blowjob.” Claire patted the jutting rubber phallus and giggled, “Totally up to you of course. You can decide not to suck and be teased for the next few hours. Or you can suck, and at least have the chance of an orgasm.” Claire punched a couple of buttons on her phone and then reached forward to tug down Penny’s ballgag.
“Mmmgghh. Claire you caanmggmgghhhhmmmmmmmm…” Penny began an objection only to have the dildo pressed firmly into her mouth. She squirmed in place, her head moving back and forth a little, and then gave another moan as Claire attached a small chain from her collar to the dildo stand, preventing her from fully backing off. “I know, I know. You don’t suck cocks, you never, ever would do such a thing.” Claire’s eyes twinkled, “Except you and I both know that’s not…quite…true, don’t we?”
Penny flushed an angry, aroused red, and grunted something punchy into her rubber mouthful. Claire patted her head and checked everything over once more to ensure that Penny was secure, safe, and stuck.
“And there we are, all set.” Claire stood up and kissed the top of her moaning captive’s head, “Now you enjoy yourself, and I’ll be back later to see if you’ve changed your mind about putting on a show, alright? Be a good little slut, and suck that rubber cock for me. Ta-taaaaaa…”
Penny’s moans chased her out of the cell.
Claire, for her part, had then proceeded with her plan for a long afternoon of lounging about with her captive neighbour. Which was how Richard found himself in his present bondage predicament, lost to the outside world and forced to do…nothing. Nothing save exist and float along in his bondage. To feel every inch of his skin enclosed in rubber. To feel the plug in his rear pulsing in a soothing rhythm of vibrations. Even with Richard’s previous experience of captivity under Claire’s hand, or Kate’s, he had never really had the opportunity for such a sensual, unbothered experience.
Richard could feel Claire behind him of course, and likewise her arm laying across him and her casual explorations of his rubber bound body with her soft, sensual hands. But those were far less intrusive than usual, with the games that she and his wife played. He had no sense of time in his intensive bondage. No ability to determine what might be coming next, or what was going on around him.
Nothing. He let out a soft sigh into his plug gag, and felt another modicum of pent up stress leach out. His body relaxed infinitesimally further.
This was heaven.
Behind him, Claire felt the little tremble and sigh, and smiled. She ran a light hand over his hooded head, and kissed the back of his collared neck. While keeping one arm draped across him to steady her bound playmate, Claire used the other to trace small, meaningless patterns along Richard’s hip and upper thigh. She enjoyed the sensation of massaging and stroking rubber covered flesh, and Richard added to it by being his usual moaning, squirming self often enough. Though the moaning had certainly lessened considerably since she had sat him down on the couch. Coming up on three hours now, Claire noted with another grin.
She fiddled with her phone, switching the playlist for Richard’s earphones from nature sounds to the soothing spa music that she had loaded up for just such an event. Another soft, half heard sigh came from her bound boy, and he settled even deeper into her embrace. Claire began to softly hum, a wordless tune that she made up as she went along. The vibrations gently easing into Richard from behind. And she began to further explore his bound form. Her fingers tracing along the cinched tight belts. Playing across the material of the rubber sack prison. Playing about his hooded head, tracing the lines of his face, of his collar, of the large plug gag that kept him still and silent.
Richard let out a pleasure filled moan as he felt Claire’s expert hands massaging and stroking along his bound form. It was nothing even approaching the sort of touches needed to urge him towards an orgasm. It was just…pleasant. Easing away his tension, the frustrations of work and life. Reminding him of the pleasant feeling of being restricted. Of being out of control, and in the hands of an expert, knowledgeable dominant woman. He squirmed against her, pushing himself back into her, back into her hands, and felt more than heard her answering chuckle. Her fingers continued their expert work. She continued to hum wordlessly beside him, even as the spa music continued to tinkle in his ears. Richard was a slave to the sensation, unable to do anything save glory in the feeling of it all.
Claire continued to cuddle him, stroking her fingers along his flank, and generally enjoying the feeling of a captive young man. Her show was largely forgotten, her eyes dipping up occasionally in response to some half heard bit of dialogue, but otherwise she was intently focused on the expressionless hooded countenance of her neighbour. Her friend’s husband, wrapped up and under her control. Reminiscing over the fond memories she had of the first time that she had kidnapped them. Held them for days and days while she ensured Richard and Kate got a firm grounding in the world of BDSM.
Claire was tempted to haul Richard down to the dungeon and have at him with strapon and flogger, the boy did squeal and squirm so wonderfully, but she had promised. Hell she had planned this whole weekend, and it simply wouldn’t do to throw away all of that planning, all of the relaxation she had been able to impose upon her charge, just to slake her need to dominate a new subbie. That’s what her two playmates down below were for. To keep Claire focused on relaxation with Richard, and everything else with the other two.
Richard’s breathing evened out again, and he was soon drifting along that wonderful half-awake state that proved to be so restful on the rare occasions he had accompanied Kate to a local spa. Claire kissed the back of his head, and then the back of his collar.
Such a good boy.
A gentle knock sounded by the door, and Claire carefully turned her head without tensing any part of her body. Melissa stood by the entranceway, a questioning look on her face. Claire beckoned the girl into the room, holding a finger to her lips to forestall any talking. Melissa carefully trotted over to Claire and eased herself down onto the floor. Without being prompted she began to gently rub at Richard’s bound legs, her hands still cuffed together, though now by her more normal maid bondage cuffs.
“Everything alright?” Claire asked, “No trouble with our guests?”
“Not at all Mistress,” Melissa smiled up at her, “Gabby, your, um, guest from the club, is resting. I figured some fairly light bondage would do, since she’s been on the treadmill for so long. Mrs. Garica…” Melissa blushed. She still was unused to seeing men and women from the neighbourhood, especially people who were her parents’ friends, stripped, bound, and moaning like the wanton slaves they were. It was absolutely adorable and Claire had delighted in hauling in a couple of them, especially Mrs MacCaskill, for Melissa to interact with and see in bound subjugation to their Mistress Claire.
“How is my slutty little dancer?” Claire asked, waggling her eyebrows a little.
Melissa’s blush deepened, and her eyes darted down to concentrate on rubbing and massaging Richard’s legs. The young fellow moaned and began to lightly squirm against Claire. She tightened her grip on him, and began to croon again against his hooded head, her free hand kneading his rubber covered rump. Melissa managed to fight through the blush enough to squeak out, “She’s fine Mistress. I…uhm…she’s, well, she’s sucking on t-the rubber dildo…uhm…” Melissa gave a little trembling moan, “I-it sounded like she was pretty wound up about being left like that, Mistress.”
Claire gave a soft chuckle, “I should hope so. Little Penny Garcia always makes such a point about never providing oral pleasure to anybody, or in any circumstance. She can get away with that sort of nonsense in the other parts of her life, but I proved during our little bookclub meeting that she secretly loves these sorts of games.” Claire reached out and traced her fingers through Melissa’s hair, trailing them down to where the maid’s collar was locked around her neck, “Penny loves the struggle. Loves the fight against the restraints, against me, against everything that keeps her here. Yet, at the same time, she glories in it. Much like this silly little fellow.” She gripped Richard’s rear and got a faint moan of anxious pleasure.
“Every time I see him, it’s all blushing, stammering denial of any interest in these games. Stuffy insistence that I have to stop coming around, have to stop waylaying him and his wife. You know, nonsense.” Melissa gave a grave nod, her eyes sparkling with laughter, her blushing largely forgotten. Claire was far too engaging a person to let embarrassment bother anyone for too long in her presence. “But the moment that I have him, the moment I cinch his wrists with rope, strap him in place with belts, or lock him up with cuffs or a binder, he melts into my hands. This is a boy who craves this sort of ownership, of being a bound, kept pet. And, so deep down he would probably have trouble locating it, Dicky loves the thought of being pursued and captured.”
Claire winked at Melissa, “Like a few other someones I know.”
Melissa giggled, “Alright fine. Fair enough.” She raised her cuffed wrists in mock surrender, before going back to massaging Richard’s calves. “He’s had a pretty good day so far right?”
“Not over quite yet, but I would say our little captive has had a princely treatment.” Claire said with a mock haughty sniff, “At least, treated the way that I would treat my princes. Cared for, in their proper place.”
Melissa giggled again, “What are the plans for the evening then?”
“Well I think by dinner time we’ll have had enough bondage zen time, that he might welcome a bit more of a play session.” Claire mused, idly continuing to stroke and touch the gently squirming Richard, “It’ll be better if Kate does decide to return, but if not I’m sure what’s her name, Gabby would be happy for the break. Perhaps Penny would prefer to watch, or perhaps she’ll be sufficiently broken in that she can dance for us.”
Claire carefully stretched, her mind flicking through the possible play sessions. It all depended on the number of partners or players she had to work with of course. And the centre of attention would remain Richard. It wasn’t terribly often that Claire accepted a challenge of designing a weekend around a single submissive, but it was an amusing and fun challenge. She fully intended for Richard to stagger, or crawl, away from this weekend with every modicum of stress expunged. Claire was going to wring it out of him.