After the success of Lillian’s movie night gambit, she decided to push a little more.
Ethan and Amelia had been ecstatic upon waking from their slumber to find themselves still bound, and Lillian had encouraged them to snuggle with each other on the couch while she tidied up. She checked on them every now and then, but otherwise allowed the couple to share in the intimate joy of being bound next to one another. Kissing and teasing each other with their mouths appeared to be an enduring feature for both of them.
Lillian giggled a little when her obvious return to untie them found Ethan blushing as Amelia kissed his chest and neck, leaning against him as her arms squirmed uselessly in bondage.
“Having fun?” She asked lightly, thrilling as Ethan’s blush deepened. The boy was going to be a delight to tease. She simply couldn’t imagine many things better than the thrill of guiding those shy lips around a strapon, or pressing that blushing face between her legs. Or even better, doing those things to darling Amelia while Ethan squirmed nearby…
Amelia giggled, and let off kissing her husband for a moment, “This was wonderful! Thank you so much Lillian, I can’t believe how relaxing that was!”
“I’m very glad!” the domme replied, sitting down deliberately close so that she could enfold Amelia in a hug from behind, “People can sometimes get so caught up in the more well known aspects of BDSM that they forget just how comforting being bound and cared for can be. Especially if you can enjoy it with a special someone.” She winked over Amelia’s shoulder at Ethan, who gave a shy laugh of his own.
“That definitely helps,” his voice was soft, but didn’t waver as his eyes flicked between Amelia and Lillian, “I’d sure like to try that again. Uhm…that is…if that’s okay?”
Lillian laughed, and reached an arm out to give Ethan a reassuring squeeze, “Not even untied and you already want to leap right back in, huh? Should I even bother untying you?” She gave a shake of her head and grinned as the boy blushed, “Don’t worry about it Ethan, I’m happy both of you enjoyed it, and I’m equally happy to do this again. I rather enjoyed the whole process too, truth be told.”
The two of them looked at their temporary British captress and smiled. Lillian gave them a moment, continuing to pick away at Amelia’s bonds and eventually resuming her left off sentence once she had finally begun loosening the bonds,
“Perhaps we can do a movie night like this again. Maybe a couple days from now, as I’m sure we’ve other things to tackle in the evenings. But I’m happy for this to become a more…regular thing.” She grinned, and both her guests chuckled and enthusiastically agreed.
When she had freed them, Lillian had made a great point of shooing them away to the bedroom, declaring that they both needed to shower and spend time with one another. She spent a little longer tiding up her ropes before heading off to bed herself. The two young lovers needed time alone with each other. Time to let lust for bondage, for her domination, build in both of them. Forcing such things never produced the sort of long term thirst for servitude that she desired. So Lillian went off to bed, and dreamed lusty dreams that featured her two guests, and their future places on the end of her leash.
But Lillian was intent on pushing them a little, so she deliberately left some of the rope unpacked, a few bundles still in the living room and a couple more in the dining room space. She practically purred as a blushing Ethan cleared them away in his preparation for breakfast. She affected not to see the way he blushed and trembled as he picked up each small bundle, pretending to read the news on her phone whenever his eyes darted over to her. She lounged in the dining room area in her silky pajamas, artfully stretching every now and then when she was confident Ethan was looking. Had to keep him from thinking tooooo clearly, after all.
“Can I get tied up?”
The words were whispered, half begging, half curious, and all sorts of quiet desperation. Lillian opened her eyes and swung her gaze to the side, where Ethan stood fidgeting.
“Pardon me?” Lillian asked coyly. She arched an eyebrow at him and grinned, “We haven’t even eaten yet sweetheart…”
Ethan blushed, “Uhm, I…I know. B-but I’ve finished cooking and…and I’d like…uhm, maybe to get tied up for the m-meal…”
Lillian’s smile widened, “You like that idea huh? Well, I suppose it is a rather enjoyable way to have the meal completed. You’re quite certain the cooking is complete?”
“Y-yep, yes.” Ethan seemed almost on the verge of adding something else. Struggling to understand why a simple agreement no longer sounded quite enough. That was alright. She would be able to provide him such instruction later. But for now it was time to draw the snare back in. She didn’t want to spook him after all.
“Well then have a seat Ethan. We’ll need to get you properly bound up before your lovely wife gets out here.” Lillian rose from her chair and gestured for Ethan to take her place, “I think it’s a lovely surprise for her.”
Ethan settled into place, and placed his wrists behind the back of the chair without her prompting. Lillian murmured a quiet ‘good boy’ just loudly enough for Ethan to hear her, but quietly enough that he might think he only heard her by chance. That he had some special insight into the woman about to tie him up. That she had inadvertently revealed her attitude towards him once again.
If he chose to believe such silly things, so much the better for Lillian.
The ropes wrapped once more around Ethan’s wrists, Lillian’s nimble fingers moving more confidently and rapidly now. There was less need to go slow, but much more need to make certain nothing was discomforting. Nothing could be allowed to pinch, or pull, or squeeze too hard. Everything must be pleasant. Snug, without being strict. Such were the ways of drawing prey ever deeper into her web.
Once again as she finished knotting his wrists firmly together, Ethan let out a soft little sigh. Almost a little body quiver that raced up his spine. He likely fancied that it was too small, too beneath notice for Lillian to take account of it. After all, this was just a friendly tie up game. There wouldn’t be a reason for her to be measuring his reactions. Taking note of what he did, or said, or expressed. Such were Ethan’s thoughts anyway, as Lillian carefully corded more rope around his chest. Then around his waist. Ankles and knees soon followed, before she stood triumphantly behind Ethan, who was by now trying his best to keep taking deep, calming breaths. Lillian hadn’t been shy about trailing ropes around him in a sensual manner, nor about just happening to brush against him with her silken covered breasts. He was beginning to become a squirmy little mess.
Which was simply…perfect.
“So…” Lillian said softly, her hands running through Ethan’s hair. Giving him a scalp massage, and once more preventing his mind from settling onto anything like the ability to keep a logical frame of mind. Ethan gave a small welcoming groan as her fingers worked away, “I take it you’ve no second thoughts about our games from last night, hmm? No terrible clarity from the morning after?”
Ethan gave a strained chuckle, his eyes lidded shut and head dropping back to settle against her arms. For a moment, as Lillian shifted to begin massaging his temples, she thought he wasn’t even going to respond. His features had settled into one of deep relaxation. But then his lips moved, the words limping towards his mouth as though it took all his strength.
“N-no…w-was good. W-we booooth loved it…Never…Never felt anything quite like it…together…y’know…?”
“Experiences such as last night are always that much more powerful when enjoyed with a partner,” Lillian said, her voice dropping a bit and becoming a trifle huskier, “Whether that partner is just a play partner, or your significant other…you’ll find your greatest experiences in bondage and submission come when you are by their…her…side…”
Ethan gave a little shiver, his head almost convulsively nodding for a few moments. Not once did his eyes snap open, as his head lolled back against the rear of the chair. His throat bared, so invitingly open. Lillian very badly wanted to trace her fingers along it, to stroke the contours of his jawline…
To lock her collar tightly around that neck, and claim Ethan as her own.
But that would come…with time.
So instead she contended herself to continuing to massage him, leaving off the moment that she heard the thump and movement of a sleepy Amelia coming out of the bedroom. Lillian bustled into the kitchen, grabbing up the platters of eggs and bacon that Ethan had indeed finished cooking, and brought them out. By the time she had returned, Amelia had made an appearance. She was seated in Ethan’s lap dressed in her own pajamas with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, giggling and making little kissing noises at him. All signs of morning weariness temporarily evaporated.
She turned her grin to Lillian, stabbing a blanket shrouded arm out at Lillian, “No fair! I thought we were waiting!”
“Did I say that?” Lillian asked, a look of innocence sliding easily over her face.
“You said a movie night a couple evenings from now!”
“Well, yes…as our next big tie up session. That was the plan…until Ethan came and pouted at me this morning…” Lillian grinned at the flush on the boy’s face, “I know we usually started up our games in the afternoon and evening, but I was feeling…generous…”
She settled herself into a chair, watching as Amelia grumbled. She was only half joking of course, the attitude she took to teasing Ethan with her pinches, poking, and nips rather demonstrating that she was a little put out. Which made what came next all the easier…hopefully.
“I suppose…”
Amelia’s head seemed to rotate of its own accord, the voice that came from her lips half strangled with poorly concealed eagerness, “Yes?”
“I suppose this one time…I could have both of you bound during breakfast…” Lillian raised a finger, “Just once. I don’t want you both to get exhausted by our games, or unable to relax in other ways.” Not just yet at least, she added mentally. “I genuinely intended to wait, but your husband was rather sweet in the asking. If you’d like the same as him, we can begin our day with these ties, rather than ending it with them…?”
Amelia nodded, “Oh yes please!”
“Position then, Amelia, if you please.”
Binding Amelia in sight of a visibly excited Ethan was an amusing experience. Lillian deliberately ignored the sign through his pajama pants that he was rather interested in all the goings on, concentrating seemingly entirely on tying up Amelia. The fact that Amelia was just sleepy enough to be squirmy without some of her more deliberate teasing brattiness made the experience rather relaxing for Lillian as well. Cording up Amelia’s soft wrist behind her, fixing rope in place above and below her generous breasts, and then welding her legs together with tight rope finished things off. Lillian paused to give her a few head rubs too, nothing as involved as she had delivered for Ethan, but there was breakfast to eat after all.
And she had to serve both of them. Lillian chuckled to herself as she shifted a chair over to be in between them both. All about appearances she supposed. Though rather funny that their journey into submission began with her effectively serving them their food. But they were sat there, helplessly bound and fully within her control. As she fed them, one bite apiece back and forth between the three of them, Lillian found her mind wandering again. Musing as it often did with her playmates. How far she might be able to push them, session by session. When to introduce certain things, certain toys, certain concepts…the grand scheme of training that she was mentally preparing spread out before her mind’s eye like a great map. Leading in a round about way, finally, to the hidden treasure at the end…the submission of the two beautiful creatures she had captivated in her flat…
The breakfast was finished without substantial incident, though Lillian made sure to ‘accidentally’ brush against them both in various ways. Instilling in them the normality of her touch came first. Then would come the desire for her touch. And last, most wonderful of all…the need for her touch. When their eyes would latch onto her with desperation. When a simple pat on the head would be ample reward for any task she set them. She grinned to herself, her hand itching to do just that for them both, but she restrained herself. That would come later. For now, she would clear away the breakfast dishes, and tidy up the kitchen. She left her captives squirming in their ropes, content to do the chores so as not to so completely divest herself of responsibilities. Every now and then, at least for now, it would do to seem as though she were taking an equal share.
Since soon enough she would be able to happily rid herself of such drudgery.
Once she had tidied up, and unbound her captives, she insisted that they get out of the house.
“I realize we are meant to be largely in place, but the two of you need some fresh air. And we are going to hold off on tie up games this evening I think.” Lillian had held up a hand, silencing their protests, “You’ve both spent plenty of time in ropes in the last twenty four hours. Your bodies need a break.”
There was some mumbled grumbling, mostly from Amelia, but neither wanted to argue with her. She was the expert after all, the one who was guiding them down this most wonderful and energizing path. The last thing in the world either wanted, no matter how much Ethan might pretend otherwise, was for the games to stop.
So the two of them went out on a walk. Lillian used the time to catch up on her work. The meals that day proved to be relatively ordinary fair, the conversation turning to mundane topics that Lillian carefully steered away from anything kink related. Equally their evening activities were restrained. Lillian read a novel, Ethan busied himself with sketching something, and Amelia tried her hand at knitting. From the furtive glances that Lillian caught the two of them giving each other and her on occasion, she could tell that the frustrated expectation was rising. But she had declared no games this evening, so there would be no games. After all, making her prey eager for her control and ropes was all a part of the fun. What better way to do that than to deny them the firm embrace of her bondage?
And so the evening proved to be frustratingly normal for her guests.
The next day re-established some of their routine. Ethan cooked breakfast. Amelia slugged her way out of bed, bleary-eyed and mumbling. The morning was generally concerned with chores of various sorts, and Lillian squirreled herself away with work. She ignored the plaintive glances that Amelia and Ethan cast her way, schooling her face into that of an intent worker who would not brook interruptions. Internally of course, she delighted in every glance they turned her way, every half begging pout that they thought she wouldn’t see.
Just delightful.
When Lillian finally acceded to an early supper and movie night, she allowed that “perhaps some ropes might be included.” Grins of delighted relief all around at that, she was pleased to see. Amelia demanded to be the first into ropes, and practically purred as she was made helpless. Ethan blushed and mumbled his way into things, as appeared to be his wont, though happily such reluctance disappeared once his hands and arms were firmly bound. Once helplessness truly descended, he was finally free to cut loose.
Lillian couldn’t remember what it was that they ended up watching, only that by the end of the first movie, she once again had Amelia’s head cradled in her lap and Ethan slumped against her. She was running her hands absently through Amelia’s hair, providing both of her bound guests with the scritches and massages that they so enjoyed, when she felt Amelia shift. Not much, but a sudden tension filled the girl’s neck and head, and Lillian trailed fingers across the girl’s neck before asking, “Something on your mind sweetie?”
There was a moment of silence.
“Would you show us a bit more?”
“More?” Lillian arched a politely enquiring eyebrow, even as she internally rejoiced at the eager curiosity in Amelia’s voice. In the way that Ethan tightened up against her. Both of her captives wanted more, desired to go deeper. Splendid.
“Well, you’re a domme right?” Amelia squirmed around in her bonds until she was lying on her back, her head still in Lillian’s lap, “I think it’d be kinda fun to explore a little bit while all tied up.” She gave one of her rarely seen blushes and looked up towards Ethan, “Whaddaya think, honey?”
“uhm,” Ethan began, shivering a little in his bonds as he felt Lillian’s hand caress his shoulders and neck, “T-th-that would be nice, I s-suppose…”
“Mmmm.” Lillian made a show of pondering their request, tapping at her chin with her free hand, and then gave each of them a squeeze, “Very well. Wait here a moment, both of you.” She gently eased herself free, dropping Amelia’s head gently onto Ethan’s lap, and hurried to the guest room where she slept these days to grab a small box from the closet.
When she returned she knelt down in front of the couch, slowly opening the box to reveal two black leather collars nestled within the felt lined case.
“ooooh,” Amelia breathed.
“What’re those?” Ethan squeaked.
“Collars.” Lillian said calmly, her eyes glinting, “To be precise, your play collars.”
She loved the difference in reaction that provoked. Ethan remained wary but curious, his arousal warring with his innate caution. Amelia’s eyes glinted with nearly the same light as Lillian’s own, never deviating from the leather contained within the box. And all the potential they held within their simple forms.
Lillian continued, artfully taking up one of the collars to dangle from her fingers, “We can still do our normal tie ups free of these collars of course, the sort of rope bondage you’ve experienced over the last ten days or so and enjoyed so much. But…” She paused, her fingers playing with the collar while her other hand oh so innocently began to stroke along Ethan’s leg and up to Amelia’s head, “When you wear these, for however long or short a period we elect to play, you will be my slaves. I will be your Mistress, and you will refer and defer to me as such. If at any point either of you would like something beyond simple tie ups, you may request your play collar and we can plunge into that ‘something more.’”
Lillian smiled down at Amelia, then up at Ethan, and flicked them on the nose. One after another, “I reserve the right to say no of course, or that I’m busy, or anything else that occurs to me, but this is how we will ensure there is a proper delineation between our different games. Does that work for you both?”
They both eagerly assented, clearly relieved that Lillian was taking their request so seriously. She unfolded that first collar, looking from Amelia, to Ethan, and back again.
“Shall we give things a try?”
Amelia, a fierce grin on her face, nodded. Ethan, a furious blush on his face, nodded.
Lillian smiled, and leaned forward.
She kept things brief, that first night. She wanted them to want more after all. So once the collars were on, and she had finished enjoying their delicious moans, she went into Mistress mode. Their legs were untied, and she commanded them to kneel before her, arranging herself on the couch above them, and glorying in their bound submission. Of course, they were still mostly clothed, but the time would come soon enough to rectify that. For now, they wore her collars, and she was content with that.
“I’ve been on my feet all day lovelies, and I’m just dying for some relief down there.” Lillian leaned back in the couch and artfully dangled a foot in front of each of them, “Perhaps my slaves can help out their poor Mistress, hmmm?”
It was no surprise that Amelia figured it out first. With a murmured, “Yes Mistress,” the girl leaned forward and began to kiss Lillian’s foot, trailing her attentions up and down the top and sides. After a few moments, Ethan began hesitantly on the other side, moving a little slower and less confidently than his wife, but making up for it mostly in shy enthusiasm. Lillian gave an approving murmur, slowly shifting and moving her feet, allowing her newly collared playthings the opportunity to cover every spot with kisses.
After she was satisfied with their initial foot worship session, she raised her legs, retreating her feet from their faces, “Mouths open slaves.”
They both obeyed, and she slowly, gently, inserted her toes into their mouths and settled her feet in place. They both looked at her with wide eyes, taken aback at the casual ownership that such an action implied. She smiled at them, a hint of firmness creeping into her tone, “This is a reminder slaves. You are starting at the very beginning. While you wear these collars the only thing that you are so far worthy of having in your mouths are my feet. There are other things you might desire to worship, as you’ve just worshipped my feet, or there may even be things you might want to do like kiss each other…” she wriggled her toes inside their mouths, and pressed her feet a little deeper into each, “But getting to do anything with your mouths has to be earned. Slaves don’t get to make decisions about those sorts of things.”
She kept her feet in place for a little over two minutes. Just enough time to drive home her point, without completely pushing them past any potential limits. She allowed them to clean her feet up after she removed them, and then decided to make things a little more enjoyable. She invited Amelia over to kneel between her legs, facing out towards Ethan. Then she began to lightly caress Amelia, paying attention to her neck, her jawline, and her shoulders. And she looked at Ethan with a grin.
“Now then Ethan, my first thinking task for you as my slave. I am going to sit here and caress your wife. You are going to kneel there, watching the two of us, and tell me one of your kinkiest fantasies. If you look away, if you stop, if you leave out details…” Lillian cocked her head and her grin widened, “I’m going to play with Amelia’s lovely breasts…”
Lillian felt Amelia shiver beneath her, the girl letting out a faint “oooo” of pleasure. Ethan’s blush redoubled.
“I’ll give you a minute to think, sweet boy, but if you have nothing after that…” she let her words trail off, the ‘threat’ implicit.
As it would turn out, Lillian didn’t get to fondle Amelia’s breasts, much to her own, and probably Amelia’s, disappointment. Ethan proved to be quite the little kinkster, describing in halting detail his desire to be covered in rubber, bound tightly, and taken advantage of by a duo of dominatrixes. How he would be used as their toy in some fantastical version of a fetish club, where the staff would willingly accede to his being kept as a captive. In his fantasy, he couldn’t seem to settle on whether or not he had gone along with such binding willingly, but it didn’t matter. His wide eyes, red cheeks, and babbling mouth above the leather collar that made him her little toy was all she wanted from that moment. Lillian could feel Amelia heating beneath her ministrations and the confessions of her husband, and took the chance to nibble at the tips of the girl’s ears. She was rewarded with a moan, and Ethan never halted in his story telling, clearly swept up in the fantasy at that moment.
Once he had finished, it was Amelia’s turn. The punishment for her would be watching Lillian make out with Ethan, while she had to provide two fantasies instead of just one to avoid such a fate. Amelia had begun strongly, describing a fantasy of happening upon some poor bound boy in self bondage. Of taking him back to her college dorm. Of binding him further before fucking the living daylights out of both of them. And then of keeping him as a bound pet over the weekend. Amelia had giggled at that, plainly intrigued by the idea of dominating a young buck…like her husband perhaps.
Then a little flush had crept over her face, as she had stared towards Lillian, over Ethan’s head. And she had described her second fantasy. Of how she was working as a secretary for a high powered female executive. Of how the executive would call her in on Friday afternoon, to be told that she was being let go. How she would beg her boss that she would do anything to keep her job. Of how the older woman would smile, arch an eyebrow, and ask “Anything?” Of how she would be ordered to strip, bent over the desk, and spanked. Then would come the cuffs, elegant leather that captured her wrists and arms. A collar, and a ring gag. Then how her boss would force her beneath her desk, to pleasure her over and over again until the end of the work day. Of how she would be allowed out, only to discover that such servicing was to become the mainstay of her days going forward. That she had retained a job at the company, but that it was to be as a sexual servant of her executive boss.
Lillian adored it, and told her as much. She reached out and pulled Amelia in until she was close to Ethan, and softly noted, “You’ve both impressed me tonight slaves. So I shall allow you to kiss each other.”
Her two captives looked at each other, their eyes wide. A mix of wonder at how such a command made them feel, and arousal that being allowed to do something so normal was such a turn on for them both. Amelia leaned in, pushing herself into Ethan and smooching him hard. Lillian allowed it to last for a few moments, before she pushed Amelia back, “There’s a good girl. That’s all you get though.”
Amelia pouted, but wisely refrained from any actual vocal disagreement.
The rest of the play session was dedicated to hogtying her two lovely captives. First Ethan, and then Amelia, were lowered to the ground facing the television before having their legs re-secured. Then a firm hogtie set in place, just shy of being strict and uncomfortable. Lillian was rather adept at such near-limit ties, always halting before her submissives had reason to object. She wanted things tight, but she also wanted her little subbies to last for a while in bondage. Lillian often got her way.
Once they were both hogtied, she settled back onto the couch behind them, and flicked the next movie in the queue onto the screen. Her captives were moaning and squirming in their bonds, and she allowed it for a little while. They needed to enjoy such things after all.
“Now then my lovelies, here is my final task for the evening. You’ve told me some of your fantasies. I’ve given you the barest taste of what having an actual session with me is like.” She ran her hands along their legs, slow and sensual, “You know the rules for asking, so I have two questions I want you to ponder while I watch my film: what are you going to do to convince me to collar you for a session? And what are you willing to do or endure for me once you are collared, to convince me to play with you beyond the introductory level?”
The squirming beneath her stopped, and Lillian chuckled, “Ponder well, my darling slaves. No need for answers this evening, this is for you each to figure out for yourselves.”
Lillian continued to caress their calves and feet, careful to pay attention equally to them both. While she was wiling to push Amelia a little harder on some things than Ethan, given her enthusiasm, she wanted to always include both of them as much as possible. Not only so that they progressed at the same rate in their gradual descent into servitude, but also to avoid any irksome jealousy or envy towards each other or towards her.
After half an hour had passed, with little in the way of noise from either of her toys, Lillian leaned back into the couch, and casually placed her feet atop their rumps. One foot planted on each bottom, tucking her feet beneath their bound wrists. She felt them both clench a little in surprise, but neither voiced an objection. Neither squirmed to get away. Both allowed her feet, once again, to put them in their proper places beneath her. Both admitted, perhaps without yet knowing it, that the lowest part of her was higher than them while they wore her collar.
Lillian let out a soft relieved sigh. She was past the rupture point. She had two gorgeous proto subbies at her fingertips, trapped with her in lockdown, and it had taken less than two weeks to have them collared. However temporary it was, however much she wished she didn’t have to yet let them go in a few hours time, she had them. They were hers, even if they didn’t yet know it. The fantasies they had confessed to her tonight had her very much looking forward to what ideas they might come up with to justify another collared session.
She wondered absently which one of them would be the first to beg for an orgasm from her hands? Such things had to be delicately handled of course, and she already had some ideas, but the thought of sweet Ethan or fiery Amelia begging her for pleasure made her hands itch to plunge between her thighs. But she restrained herself. For now at least. Though her hand or her toys would be needed for the short term, she would soon enough have two eager young slaves to satisfy such cravings.
She grinned as a sudden thought struck her.
Better yet…who would be the first to beg to be locked in chastity?