Waking up in tight bondage was a relief.

Rather, I should say, waking up in Mistress Eliza’s tight bondage, was a relief.

I swam slowly back up to consciousness, my body gradually reporting in to my sleep fogged brain. I was still tightly held in that canvas straitjacket, arms pinioned across my torso, straps tight between my legs. My legs were next…remarkably free. Not even cuffs containing them…I grunted in surprise, and discovered that I was still gagged. That embarrassing cock gag that Mistress had made me fetch for her…suck for her…still rested firmly within my mouth. Preventing any sort of recognizable speech, and practically forcing me to constantly suck on it to prevent a build up of drool. I blinked my eyes open…and discovered only additional darkness.

Blindfold. Right. I had been blindfolded. I softly gurgled into my gag, beginning to squirm, and then discovered the final bit of my situation. Something that made me freeze in place. Something that made me flush with excited, aroused, simply pleasure.

I was laying in Mistress Eliza’s arms.

As the rest of my brain came on line I could begin to recall the gloriously arousing, frustrating, and downright enjoyable evening from before. Hard as I sometimes still found it to believe, being Mistress’ Eliza’s kidnapped boytoy was an incredibly heady and thrilling experience. Not least when I had been awoken to find myself being trussed up, manhandled out of the ‘asylum’ room I had been in, and marched downstairs to keep my Mistress company while she worked through some things.

The video games had been fun to watch…though my participation in them had been entirely contained to writhing in pleasure as I was teased to the brink over and over and over again. I had more than once accused Mistress of deliberately getting hit and dying, well tried to do so with my cock gag firmly keeping me from saying anything intelligible…but she had simply turned an angelically innocent expression towards me…while fiddling with the pulsing vibrations of my security plug.

I squirmed, moaning slightly into that same cock gag, and felt myself sleepily gripped in place. Her legs wrapped around my thighs, my head pillowed just underneath her breasts, and one of her arms firmly wrapped around my upper chest and shoulders. Her other hand, I soon discovered, settled softly on my head, stroking my hair as she mumbled something. Still asleep then. Thank God I hadn’t woken her up. I flushed and made tiny little squirming motions, burrowing more firmly into Eliza’s grip and letting my neck relax my head back to lying against her. The moments I had been allowed something like this had been preciously few. Mistress Eliza’s bed remained a distinct privilege…and every time I had managed to remain behind after our sexual adventures with one another, and her explorations of my strictly bound form, had been truly special.

My blush suddenly deepened as my traitorous brain unearthed a months old memory, just as I was fading back down into quiescent slumber. That first day together. That first day when Eliza had kidnapped me, spirited me back here in her car, and led me into this grand house. When I had been made to pleasure her with my still untrained mouth and tongue…when she had explained to me the full scope of her plans for me…comforted me in her oddly protective way when I had been overwhelmed…and then…

I squirmed a little more, gurgling into my gag. Then I had tried to escape. After she had left me here on this couch, going off to fetch something. I had tried to make a break for it, to somehow win free of her captivity…and discovered that very day just what an evil genius techno-wizard my captor…my Mistress…truly was. My security plug had stopped me…and then Eliza had spent a considerable amount of time demonstrating not just my helplessness, but the breadth of control, discipline, and persona that she could bring to bear upon me. The sheer embarrassment of that time, in comparison to my paradigm changed perspective on Mistress Eliza, made me fairly writhe in embarrassment…

Eliza’s limbs tightened around me, and a voice still fogged with sleep growled into my ear, “Are you quite finished waking me up, Davey?”

I squeaked, face heating even more, and tried to burble apologies behind my cock gag. Enough muffled protests and profuse apologies managed to get out into the air, before a hand clamped firmly across my gagged mouth, “I’ll take that as a yes you adorable idiot.” I felt her lips brush against my neck, the gesture and the playful if still irritated tone taking any sting out of the words. I gurgled again, though now tinged with far greater amounts of sensual enjoyment and apology, and one of her hands took hold of my chin.

“Davey.” That carefully precise tone. I squirmed against her as she continued, holding my chin in place and delivering the occasional nip and kiss against my ear or neck, “We had a long night last night. I enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. But I swear, if you continue to keep me from drifting back to sleep while snuggling you here, you are going to discover how long you can maintain a stress position…understand?”

I squeaked again, nodding and mumbling apologies once more. I ground back against her a bit, trying to burrow more deeply into her arms by way of wordless apology, and she let out a fond sounding chuckle, her arm across my chest tightening even as the hand gripping my chin loosened its hold. I fairly purred into the cock gag as her hand resumed its position on my head, stroking through my hair in a desultory fashion. Within a few minutes I found myself drifting back into that wonderful state of partial wakefulness, where my brain moved with the speed of warm molasses as it considered the enjoyable memories of last night. All while Eliza continued to snuggle with me, stroking my head, and drift back to sleep.

The moment was perfect. Relaxing with my Mistress. Snuggled by Eliza as she faded to sleep. Held in tight, comfortable bondage. Getting my head stroked and caressed. It was exactly what I wanted.

Everything was perfect.

Then Mistress Eliza’s phone pinged. Loudly. Insistently.

A steady drumbeat of alarm.

I bleated into my gag, and she snarled and scrabbled for it. I felt her shifting and adjusting her position as she snagged the phone and peered at it with, no doubt, her usual intensity. Then after a few moments of study she bit out another strangled snarl, wrapping her limbs around me and squeezing, “We are so not done with this Davey. I swear, if you move one inch from this couch you are going to pay. Dearly.”

I gurgled into the gag, nodding my head blindly in abject agreement as she slowly extracted herself from beneath me. I felt her win free, and then her fingers were plucking the heavy blindfold away from me. Leaving me to blink in the morning light streaming into the room, and helplessly looking up at my Mistress looming over me. Her hair pelasingly tousled with that comfortably slept in appearance. Her eyes, though still ringed with a little tiredness alert, irritated, and yet somehow radiating fond control as she looked down at me. A faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as her eyes traced down my still well secured form. I mumbled into my gag again, staring earnestly up at her and thrusting my hips hopefully.

“Not a chance in hell Davey boy, you’ve barely even begun your chastity sentence.” But my motion did make her smile grow, and she ran a hand through my hair again, “You just lie here and think squirmy thoughts until I’m back.”

I squealed a little, looking worried as I faintly began to hear the gravel crunch of an arriving vehicle. Eliza shook her head and stroked my hair again, her lips firming her smile into something a bit more irritated, “It’s nothing to be concerned about Davey. Just piss poor timing on a certain someone’s part.” She gave me a final squeeze, clearly aware of just how rigid with nerves I had become, “It’s alright. You are mine. You aren’t going anywhere.”

I gave her an uncertain nod and mumbled in agreement, squirming a little and doing my best to look adorable. She just gave me another snort of fond attachment, booped me on the nose, and then stood up to wander over to the door. I craned my head up, catching sight of a luxurious looking extended SUV, before Eliza turned back to me. She placed a pointed finger on my forehead, and pressed me back into the couch, “Lie down. Relax.” Her tone brooked no argument and I meekly squirmed deeper into the couch, staring up at her with a wide eyed look. She gave me another smile and moved to the door.

A peremptory knock echoed briefly, its very sound communicating hurried irritation with nicety.

Somehow. Eliza opened it, an eyebrow quirking in surprise.

“Caitlin?”

The aforementioned tall blonde domme pushed past Eliza with a sort of imperious care. She was dressed in an elegant outfit that seemed to follow the precise contours of her body, tasteful yet daring. And fairly reeking of wealth, dominance, and the arrogant sense of command that accompanied Caitlin everywhere she went. The only true allusion to kink was the pair of leashes held in one hand that, with a twitch of her wrist, brought two other individuals tramping into Eliza’s home. Caitlin for her part was looking over Eliza closely as Red and Jem minced in behind her, “Well. The Krakens did no permanent damage then?”

I grunted in surprise as I saw the other two slaves. Jem was his usual utterly self contained self, completely hidden in a head to toe rubber catsuit, complete with an armbinder reefed considerably more tightly than any I had worn. His head was covered in a hood, with a very involved looking gag and collar locked on, leaving only his eyes to peak out. Heavy shackles around his ankles completed the look of a completely broken slave boy. Red, for her part, had far lighter restraints. She was dressed in a pair of black latex booty shorts and a matching bra, with a red collar and red wrist and ankle restraints that were connected with short chains. A bright red ball gag kept her from using that sly tongue of hers, but in contrast to Jem she looked around with interest upon entering…and spotted me. Her eyes lit up and her lips curved around the gag in what clearly would have been a smile…and I surprised myself as I blushed and my lips quirked in return.

A far cry from how the two of us had met at Bondcon.

Eliza eyed Caitlin, shutting the door as her cool eyes looked over the three fresh individuals within her home, darted over to me for an instant, and then back. I squirmed in place, mumbling softly into my gag as Eliza drew a breath, “This is rather unexpected Caitlin. I wasn’t really wanting company over.”

The intimidating domme’s domme flicked a hand dismissively, “No? After the way you sounded on the phone with the Krakens? Darling, I was hardly going to simply leave things in that state of uncertainty. Not until I saw for myself that you were in one piece and…unspoiled.”

Caitlin calmly clicked Jem and Red’s leashes to the banister, and then pointedly looked over in my direction. I shivered and flushed, leaning back a little into the couch as those eyes traced over me. Noting every aspect of my bondage, my position…and my seemingly outwardly relaxed pose. It seemed to irk her. I squirmed.

Caitlin clicked her tongue and made a moue with her lips, “tsk, I realize your pet has been through a fair bit Eliza, but really…lounging about on the furniture?” Caitlin snapped her fingers, “Get on your knees boy, you’ve got guests.” Her words reached out and lashed at me.

I squirmed, my body almost automatically beginning to obey the command…but I glanced over at Eliza. She had told me to remain in place and I so did not want to get in the middle of some dominant pissing match. Caitlins’ lips tightened into a firm line, but then Eliza smoothly cut in, “He and I just woke up when you drove up Caitlin, and we’ve both had a rather full night.” Eliza’s eyes cut over to my own for a moment, and I blushed as I saw the flash of twinkling merriment in them, before they returned to our guests.

“Well,” Caitlin tsked, “In my home, slaves know that any visitors are to be greeted on their knees.”

“Mm, just so. And whose home are we in at the moment?” Eliza cocked an eyebrow her eyes calm with just a touch of steel. I knew that look. Knew that gaze. Eliza was not to be trifled with, especially when it came to propriety in her own home. Caitlin and Eliza stared at one another, the air seeming to briefly crackle between them as wills were tested. I and the other two captive submissives stared in fascination. Well, I stared in fascination and nervous anticipation. Red seemed on the verge of giggling. Jem only briefly stared before squirming and looking down at the ground, shivering a little as though in remembered fear of what happens when Caitlin was challenged. My eyes suddenly darted back to Caitlin as the commanding blonde woman snorted in amusement.

Caitlin’s lips curled in slow smile, her eyes warming with clear enjoyment, “I suppose I should not place too much emphasis on proper protocol in another’s place…anyway, it's about my place that I've actually come. Some work has to be done, more considerable than I thought initially, and it requires more than the normal work crew.”

Caitlin made a small moue of distaste at the hassle, withdrawing a small device and clicking it. Jem and Red both grunted, bodiues shivering a little, and they dropped to their knees. Red darting another teasing wink at me before schooling her face back to earnest obedience. I stared at her, bemused despite my maze experience with her at Bondcon. Things had definitely changed from the spoiled thief that I had taken her for when she tried to steal me from Eliza…now I almost was…well, happy to see her.

I squirmed and flushed as Eliza glanced over at the now kneeling slaves and then at me, the ghost of a smile on her own lips before she turned back as Caitlin continued, “Which means that these two,” she waved a careless hand towards her kneeling subbies, “Cannot be on the premises. My normal contractors appreciate their compensation far too much to ask any silly questions but I hardly need the headache of containing any over zealous do gooders at the moment.”

Eliza raised a single eyebrow, crossing her arms but otherwise giving no hint of her reaction, “I see. How vexing for you.” For all the world seemingly uninterested in anything but the most polite sense.

Yet, having spent so much time with her, and having to become so tightly attuned to her moods, I thought I detected subtle little variations in her pose. Small little details that I doubted anyone else could have picked up about my gorgeous, willful Mistress.

Eliza was toying with Caitlin.

Caitlin eyed her, her steamroller of a speech briefly interupted, and after a beat she continued, “ANYway, these two need to be housed elsewhere for a time, and I thought what better place to protect my property than here that withstood a Kraken assault…”

"Mhmm, and where are you planning to find one of them?" Eliza casually leaned against the doorframe between the living room where I was and the front hall where Caitlin and her slaves were, giving Caitlin an innocent stare. Seemingly indicating an invisible dividing line. The three of them were still guests. Almost interlopers. I, on the other hand, was safely behind Eliza. Safely in her home, under her control. I squirmed and flushed on the couch, making muffled noises as I struggled artfully in my bondage. On the off chance that Eliza looked behind her, I had a sudden driving urge to look cute for her.

Caitlin briefly rolled her eyes heavenward, “Dear, if you wish specific compliments you need only ask.” Her tone was brisk, commanding, and with an edge of wry amusement, “You are one of a slim number of dominants who I actually consider a friend. You have proved to be considerably skillful in fending off prying hands…” Everyone’s eyes except Jem’s flicked to Red who had the grace to blush as crimson as her hair it seemed, and then Caitlin looked back to Eliza, “So my pets will need to stay here naturally.”

Eliza leaned back, the profile of her face revealed to me as a single eyebrow rose, “Oh, I'm sorry, are you trying to ask me if i have the time, space and patience to baby sit your slaves for you?"

Her gaze brushed over the two kneeling subjects in question and then back over to me, a faint twinkle coming to her eyes as she took in my cute squirming motions and my plaintive little moan…and her lips quirked slightly at just how much I perked up as she looked at me. As my Mistress gathered me in with her eyes in a second-long glance, and drew a flush to my cheeks as I kept watching wide-eyed. Eliza continued nonchalantly, “Because you seem to be terribly intent in tying yourself in a right verbal knot instead of just... Asking a straight question."

Caitlin’s lips firmed into a little moue of distaste, as though the effort of having to directly ask someone for help was physically uncomfortable…which was evident in how she began, “You had only a single occupant to concern yourself with, and a woman of your considerable couldn't possibly be taxed by two more." Eliza opened her mouth, and Caitlin raised a placating hand, "but, propriety I suppose. I need my slaves to stay here with you. Will you help me?”

Eliza rolled her eyes, "Caitlin, I know you don't customarily deal with us mere mortals, but, slight word of advice, if you're trying to get someone to do you a favour, it's best not to insult them or assume that you know their business better than they do."

I shivered a little at the blunt words, and I could see Red staring at Eliza…Jem’s own eyes were on the floor but rather wide from what I could tell. But Eliza just kept going, that seemingly effortless breezy confidence backed up by the reality that Caitlin and her coterie were in her home. Her lair. Her place of power. I gurgled a little into my gag, and Eliza twitched her shoulders, “But being as you actually worked out how to untwist yourself, maybe. How long and what are you expecting this to entail?"

Caitlin blinked, taken aback in about as clear a measure of surprise that I had ever seen on her confident, domineering face…but then after a moment she clearly chose amusement over irritation as a smile curves her lips in soft triumph, “Not too long. A week? Perhaps two. The work should be complete before I'm needed elsewhere, if their estimates are correct. If it was my normal crew I could be more precise, but then of course," she gave another of her trademark sharp smiles, "I wouldn't be here then."

My eyes slid off the two dommes as they began to chat through more details and specifics of arranging the stay, now that the confrontation, the clash of wills, was done. I found my eyes tracking over to Red, who for her part seemed to have been oogling my little cute squirming show. I blushed, and Red winked at me. Then, a grin suffusing her gagged face, she started to wiggle her ample chest, her breasts swaying back and forth, her eyes twinkling in devilish delight as my blush deepened. I began to squirm again in earnest, making soft whiffling sounds as Red copied some of my motions, though delighted in making her movements shift in such a way as to constantly draw my attention to her breasts. I bit down a little tighter onto my gag, feeling some weird suffusion of arousal, shyness, and nerves as this woman who only weeks ago had tried to abscond with me now appeared to be doing her best to distract me from the dommes…and take my mind off anything serious.

And honestly, what guy isn’t going to look at boobs?

It last a few more seconds, and then an icy grunt broke through.

Red and I both snapped our gazes back to the dommes, both of whom were looking at Red. She was stifling a grin, but looked back with commendable confidence, until Caitlin snapped out a “Contrition!” and Red groaned and leaned down to press her forehead into the ground, wiggling her butt a little. I wasn’t terribly sure if that was part of the position or not…from Caitlin’s sharp grimace I guessed…not.

"They are a touch unruly at the moment from the long drive.” Caitlin flicked out a crop that seemed to suddenly materialize from the aether and slashed it down four times onto Red’s upturned rump…and then twice onto Jem’s ass for good measure, “Nothing an hour or two of discipline wont cure..."

"Oh, is the great Caitlin admitting that her subbies are less than perfect, heaven forbid," Eliza grinned and rolled her eyes again with clear amusement. So strong was her amusement that I felt it roll over me…and drawing a most ill-advised snort of shared hilarity.

Two sets of eyes, like the very gaze of the Great Eye itself swiveled onto me. Eliza frowned at me, though I felt that if it was her alone she perhaps would have been a little less affected by me making noise. In fact, she probably wouldn’t have minded a jot. Caitlin on the other hand…Caitlin’s eyes made it very clear indeed that laughter from a submissive was precisely and eternally UNWELCOME.

I felt like a a very small, very fluffy woodland animal…one who is suddenly spotted and cornered by a pair of predators. I went beet red, eyes darting between the two of them and let out a plaintive little cry into my gag as I squirmed and sank back into the couch. I just wanted to curl up and disappear…if only the couch would cooperate and swallow me.

Caitlin’s eyes drilled into me for a moment, and then as an almost afterthought murmured in a precise tone, “Shall I correct him for you Eliza?” the crop in her hand twitched, as though in anticipation.

"Touch him and I will not be held accountable for the consequences." Eliza’s voice was suddenly clipped and formal, an edge of frost present.

Caitlin turned her head to look at her, an eyebrow raising, "You wouldn't."

"You may test that assumption at your convenience." Eliza’s voice was calm. Her body, to the untrained eye, completely relaxed. Yet I knew her. Could sense the gathering and sudden tension. Eyes that suddenly became steely. I couldn’t help but feel a warm thrill course through me, accompanied by a massive, massive blush. Eliza in protective mode was something I never tired of seeing…though the situations that normally called it forth were a sufficient check on me wanting to see it more often. I was less than enthused about being carried off by slavers, or bimbos, or the host of people who seemed quite open to spiriting me away, whether out of naked desire or to somehow get at Eliza. I clenched hard around the gag in my mouth, gurgling in muffled protest at my brain. I so did not want to dwell on Prescott or those others of his ilk.

Long drawn out seconds passed as the two dommes eyed one another, and there appeared to be some real friction for a moment or two as Caitlin appeared flummoxed and somewhat annoyed at all the drama over what was, to her mind, a simple disciplinary matter. Then the two women both seemed to blink almost at the same time, a small twitch of Caitlin’s shoulders apparently conceding the point, and her tone was deliberately light when she resumed speaking, “Well I am entirely fine with you touching these two as much as you please, since they’ll be here for a while. Do feel free to be liberal with the crop and other implements, especially whilst you get them into whatever service groove you prefer.” Caitlin waved an airy hand, “I know Red was a rather dark horse hit with the both of you, but Jem is no slouch at manual labour and other such things…”

“Are you saying my lil subbie isn’t hench enough?” Eliza demanded in mock shock.

The pair of them looked at me again, and I shivered, squirmed, and blushed as I did my very best deer in headlights impression. Nothing made one realize just how helpless and small one was than being stared at by two intimidating dommes whilst tightly bound and gagged…

Caitlin gave another shark-like grin, “Well…why don’t you just consider this a favour. Cashable by you at any point in the future. My favours do tend to come with substantial perks…”

I saw Eliza smirk a little at that, and knew that she was going to accept. After all, Caitlin had gotten the pair of us special treatment at Bondcon purely so that she could have a hand in punishing Red and the other girls who had tried to abscond with me. This, while a bit more long term, was certain to net an appropriately increased span of potential favours from Caitlin…who did seem to run in the rarefied circles of fetish nobility. I looked over at Red again as the two dommes continued to dicker a little more about the details, and found her again grinning at me over the ballgag. She mimed blowing me a kiss from behind the gag, and I flushed and grumbled a little into my own gag, squirming in my straitjacket bondage. My brain hopping around from topic to topic, wondering where they were going to stay, wondering how this would affect my day to day, curious and nervous about Eliza’s potential plans with us…hell, a little protective and jealous that my private prison was being invaded by interlopers, that I was brought up short by Eliza’s sudden half-disbelieving laugh.

“Wait, seriously? Not since Bondcon?”

I looked back up to see that Caitlin had clearly finished handing over an electronic control remote to Eliza, very similar to the one that controlled my own security plug. That must be Jem’s, I figured. But the two dommes were glancing over at Red, who was putting on quite the show of moaning into her gag, undulating her hips, and looking at Eliza with a puppy dog expression. Eliza was absently dangling a set of keys, which were almost certainly for the chastity devices securing both of Caitlin’s slaves.

Caitlin shrugged, and twitched the crop which made Red quickly stop her physical motions, “I told you I was going to punish her. In more ways than merely turning her ass as red as her hair, though we’ve certainly done that more than once.” Red squirmed, and Caitlin’s smile widened, “Besides, when you gave her back to me the girl was utterly spent after that little maze game of yours. She had plenty of pleasure with the pair of you, and her attitude required considerable…correction. Some firm discipline to remind her of her proper place…and that stealing is wrong.”

Caitlin’s eyes tracked back over to me, once more making me feel like a vaguely interesting specimen that she was intent upon examining and experimenting upon to discover why I was special. I squirmed beneath that gaze, biting down on my gag and blushing as I mumbled and moaned, my eyes darting away from Caitlin to look at Red, who looked bashful, and then to Eliza, who wore a small smile of her own as she seemed to enjoy the brief reminder of the maze that she had put Red and I through.

“Anyway, play with them as you please,” Caitlin continued, waving an airy hand, “if you feel the urge to allow them a release I only ask that they pay for it, considerably. In Jem’s case I would prefer no orgasms at all,” I saw the well muscled man give the faintest flinch at that, “but if you absolutely must, then a ruined orgasm is acceptable. I don’t want him to lose one ounce of his sexually frustrated brain…I’ve got a little anniversary surprise coming up for him, and he needs to be a repressed and denied stallion, not a compliant cart horse.”

I swallowed as I looked at Jem. A year…a year at least, in slavery to someone like Caitlin. I shivered. I could barely imagine a week under her demanding training regimen…no wonder Jem appeared so utterly disciplined and focused.

“Orgasms are like candy,” Eliza chuckled noncommittally, “Too many and a slave gets spoiled…”

I let out a soft whimper into my gag, and she turned a teasing smile in my direction, making it quite plain that she was including me within that particular phrase too. Even though less than twenty four hours had passed since she had determined to keep me locked away without orgasm for a couple of days, I suddenly felt a deep, needy ache begin to throb within me. I wanted her, wanted Mistress Eliza on top of me, riding me, suddenly more than just about anything. I wanted to feel myself within her, to watch her grind on top of me, gasping and taking every last ounce of pleasure she wanted before I was allowed to cum. I craved that sensation now. The overnight edging and teasing, the video game linked frustration and sexual denial, had left me bubbling away in subbie juices and desires for hours and hours. Couple that with the intimate and gentle couch bound snuggles with Eliza, and I was really starting to feel like my old self again. That Eliza’s home was secure…that I was secure. And that I deeply, deeply wanted to come together with my Mistress and attain the heights of ecstasy once more…

But Eliza wanted me to wait. She wanted me at the boil and, no matter how much I felt like I was there already, she had become quite the expert in stringing along my needy wants and my mewling desires until I was at fever pitch. And the grin that she had turned upon me just then said that she knew the general thrust of my thoughts, knew I was mostly recovered…and still intended to carry through with her promised period of denial.

Caitlin and Eliza were saying their goodbyes at that point, Caitlin evidently not one to stand for hanging about and catching up. Too much to do in her own high flying life, other tasks to organize and activities to pursue. A very direct sort of dominant, and one who was not easily held back from accomplishing what she wanted by sheer force of personality. Eliza, in her calm way, was clearly a match for her willpower-wise, and I remained quite grateful for that. My ass in particular, given Caitlin’s discipline threats. Caitlin made some final only partially veiled warnings to her two submissives to behave for Eliza…and then she was gone. A whirlwind in, and a whirlwind out, leaving behind the swept up leavings of her passage. In this case a well built, mentally broken man…and a playfully teasing girl that I still wasn’t entirely certain how I felt about.

“Right.” Eliza’s voice snapped me out of my reverie, dragging my eyes away from another of Red’s squirmy eye-catching motions. My Mistress was eying the two interlopers, the gears in her head clearly turning at speed. She glanced back at me, those eyes tracing over my tightly bound form, seeing how I was still sunk into the couch where she had left me. She snapped her fingers, crooking one back towards her, and I slowly clambered up to my feet while she gathered the leashes of the two outsiders.

Her tone was a little absent, as though still thinking things through, but it lost none of its confident command as she simply stated, “My subbie and I were due for a relaxing morning. We are still going to have a relaxing morning. You two, on the other hand, clearly have a fair bit of pent up energy that is in need of…harnessing. So why don’t we all head out to the back deck and see what we can accomplish all together…”

I swallowed as she looked back at me, plastering a grin on my face. My emotions a bit of a knotted ball as I confronted the reality of having to serve alongside other slaves…in what was by now my own home. It was one thing to have to do so at Bondcon, as part of some forgiveness tour that Red and I had been through. That was fine. This…this was going to be…

I squirmed, flushing a little as I felt Eliza’s hand glide over my cheek and take hold of my jaw. My eyes flicked up to her and she smiled at me, the warmth contained in that grin, and in her eyes, doing a fair bit to abate the inner uncertainty I had suddenly been struck with.

“Get out of your head Davey,” She gave my head a gentle shake, “I’m still due some snuggles with you, and I aim to collect. Now get that cute butt outside.” I mumbled and began to turn and she spanked my ass, “Quick like a bunny!”

I squeaked, shuffling along quicker now, as fast as the ankle cuffs and chains would allow, squirming away in my straitjacket. Wondering just what it was that Eliza had in mind.

As it turned out, a rather domestic scene to begin this week of Eliza hosting multiple submissives.

We were all marched out to the back deck, my memory serving up that very first day of captivity once again. When I was stretched out into a stress position back here to remind me again not to attempt to escape. To solidify in my brain that Eliza was quicker than me, more devious than me, and certainly far more committed to my breaking and training as her slave. Since then, of course, we’d spend quite a bit of time back here in more pleasant circumstances. She would read in her chair whilst I squirmed nearby in rope bondage…or perhaps knelt alongside her chair to hold her drink while she absently stroked my head…or indeed knelt at her feet to administer one of my deeply appreciated foot massages. More often than not I had been clad in head to toe rubber whilst out here, which had added a degree of zest to my outdoors experience.

It was a rather idyllic place, with plentiful trees and greenery artfully disguising the paths that Eliza often took me on for our bondage walks. Comfortable chairs were arranged around the raised patio space, centered around a large table, under a large gazebo that kept out the rain. Down from the patio were soft grassy spaces, with a few stone covered paths leading into the woods that surrounded the house. Where Eliza had led me along, crop at the ready, whilst I learned to walk in heavy bondage. The thrill of being outside, the deeply unlikely potential for someone to see…yet with the surrounding greenery it still felt incredibly intimate and private.

It had always been ours…and now I had to learn to share.

Eliza was settled in her chair, as was normal. A comfortable patio piece, cushioned in all the right ways. She had brought out her book, evidently still intending to obtain a degree of relaxation before moving on to more definitively kinky activities. Still dressed in her pyjamas, with a steaming mug settled next to her on the small side table. I knelt beside her, facing her, my head resting against her thigh. I was still in my comfy straitjacket. Still ankle cuffed, though now also frogtied with thick leather belts once more. My leash looped casually around her wrist, occasionally tugged upon when I shifted my head. I breathed slowly, doing my best to simply enjoy the moment, helped along by her hand stroking my head. Every now and then letting out a small mumble of concerned enjoyment, caught between my sudden shyness at others being in this intimate space…and by my delight at Eliza’s pampering.

Red, still in her restraints, booty shorts, and gag, was positioned nearby. Free enough to move around, and had been placed in charge of fetching drinks for Eliza, and small snackables from the fridge. No one had really had breakfast as of yet, and so Red was constantly on the prowl around us, clinking and slinking around in her chains, offering grapes, nibbles of cold meats, and some other bits and bobs that she had been ordered to retrieve from the fridge. I blushed the first few times that she had crouched beside me, carefully positioning a grape just out of reach, making me lean forward and take it into my mouth. She burbled in her gag at that, a clear grin and wiggling eyebrows making me flush…right up until Eliza would look over and slash her hand out lightening quick to deliver a spank.

“No liberties Red. When I want you to tease Davey, I’ll let you know.”

And Red would squeak, and jingle away in her chains to obtain something for Eliza, dutifully serving her…until the next time that she crouched down next to me, her body language earnest and submissive, but her eyes still twinkling in teasing delight as she seemed to still try to playfully punch my buttons. Her own odd way of trying to wriggle into normalcy with me I suppose. Despite Eliza’s continued corrections, I did find myself shyly returning her smile eventually. I wasn’t really up for talking yet, but a smile was doable. I squirmed in my straitjacket and mumbled along, chomping on a few grapes that she carefully fed me, and settling my head more firmly onto Eliza’s thigh…letting out a happy sigh as her hand carefully and softly moved through my hair.

Jem was the oddest of the bunch, at least from my perspective. Everything I had seen from him would indicate that Caitlin had done a pretty thorough job in breaking him in. In training him to be the pinnacle of submissive acceptance of his place. He was clearly no stranger to tight straining bondage, to viciously severe corporal discipline, and to the sorts of service expectations that Caitlin had of her long time captives.

Yet he was not doing much of…anything. Eliza had seemed to need some further time to determine just how she was going to go about using him, while still involving him, and so he had gotten off rather lightly. He wasn’t on service duty just yet. Instead he was tethered in place to the outdoors ottoman, his chest on the low furniture, making his butt rise into the air. Eliza’s calves were daintily crossed on top of him, and I could watch her feet wiggle and flex in the morning light. Jem’s head positioned to watch the forest and other greenery. A sort of bondage zen position, and one that I had been relegated to on occasion when Eliza needed me to calm down, or simply to writhe and blush as her footstool.

I watched him curiously, as his torso slowly rose and fell with his steady breathing, his minimal squirming and shifting in his tight armbinder and shackles. Here was someone that might have been me, had a different domme decided to snatch me up. Had Eliza not been the one to seize me…I blushed and shivered, watching as Red worked Jem’s gag free just enough to pop a couple of grapes into. She waited, giving him time to chew, and fed him a few more, before gently shoving the large rubber gag back into place. Jem moaned as Red pumped it back to its normal cheek filling girth, and patted his head before looping back around to stand behind me next to Eliza. I watched him strain and lightly shift around in his armbinder and restraints, yet in no way was he even bothering to genuinely test things, or look for a way out. This was a man who had been thoroughly broken to his new status, so deeply and intensively trained by Caitlin that the very thought of freedom seemed to have been driven entirely from his brain.

I squirmed, feeling Eliza’s hand absently stroking my hair and let out a moan of plaintive concern and need, even as I found the constant stroking calming me back down.

How the hell was this going to go?