by Anonymous Reader/Competent Writer

Originally Published in Bondage Life No. 17, July 1984

Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: FFF/fm, bdsm, enslave, train, servant, X

"We won't have the respect of the girls unless we have a servant for the party."

"Do you mean a servant...  or a slave?"

"I guess it's just a matter of semantics.  Either way we need time to find and train one to meet our specifications."

"The time to start thinking about it now!"

Thus spoke two of the four girls who shared a house.  They were speaking of a party to be held in the late spring for their female friends, who were primarily like themselves, single and in their twenties.  Each of the group of the participants took turns hosting the party, and it was part of the ongoing tradition that the current group would try to out do the previous party with some bizarre twist.

"I think I have a candidate," said Linda as they came into the room in time to overhear the conversation.  "He works in my office and he has some vacation time coming.  He is rather a nebbish and spends the time at home relaxing, or playing golf, rather than going somewhere.  And since he lives alone, he would not be missed if he were to disappear for a week.  That would be enough time to train him and then we can schedule the party for the end of that week."

"But how would you manage to get him here.  And more importantly, without his knowing of your involvement with it all.  Remember, we are talking about kidnapping.  Think of how unpleasant it could be for you at work, even if there was no legal problem with it."

"Two possibilities," Linda replied to Sheila.  "One is that I remain masked at all times, though that would be a good idea for all of us, even our guests, considering what we will be doing.  However, heavy makeup and wigs would probably do for the rest of you.  The other idea is for me to get involved with him, since I think he has wanted to ask me out but lacks the nerve.  We could work out how I would be treated when he is captured so he would think it is all for real and that I am an innocent victim.  I'll see what I can come up with by watching Ted and casually talking with him."

To make a long story short, Linda did start going out with Ted on a 'light' basis, bowling, movies, etc.  She did feel a bit guilty, not about what they had planned, but in stringing him along when she knew from the start that there was no way anything would develop between them, at least from her point of view.

They went jogging together as one of their activities, though neither was too dedicated to more than a mile.  One evening Linda brought along two pairs of gravity boots, explaining that she had used them out of curiosity, and that the second pair belonged to her roommate.  "This will relax you so much after a jog that you gotta try it to believe it."

He tried it...  and liked it.  The plot was beginning to thicken, and fast!  Linda had timed it perfectly, having heard that he was starting a week's vacation the following weekend.  That Friday night, they went out for a jog with the gravity boot 'party' after, this time from the jungle gym in the large park.  It was dusk and nobody else was around the equipment, at least nobody whom Linda and Company didn't want to be there.  Three others were watching from behind a nearby patch of bushes.

As Linda and Ted were hanging from the bar, up ambled Linda's roommate Sue, whom Ted had never met.  With heavy makeup, wig, and fish-net tights under a mini-skirt, she looked the very picture of seduction.  And her form-fitting tank top showed how much better developed she was than Linda, though she was also a bit chunkier in the rear.

"Hi, fella, what are you doing?  And who is this puny thing you are hanging around with?" Playing the game, Linda protested about that slur with a comment about who was more physically fit.  Ted was too preoccupied with Sue's assets to notice any of the conversation.

Declaring that it was rather disconcerting to be talking to someone who was upside down while she was right side up, Sue stared to stand on her head to continue to talk with Ted.  When she reached the position, her mini-skirt fell to her chest and Ted got an eyeful, she had no panties on, just those fish-net tights.

And exactly at this moment of greatest distraction, the other two girls made their move.  They had worked their way quietly behind the hanging pair and took Ted's wrists, pulled his arms behind his back, and with a pair of handcuffs, secured him.  Then with a piece of cloth, gagged him before he could yell out.

Linda tried to take herself down from the gravity boots but was stopped and also secured the same way as Ted, both with handcuffs and gag.  Then the two were lifted down from the bar by their captors.  "We don't want to hurt you, so just don't make trouble," they were warned.  A further precaution was taken with a two-foot length of chain; each end was padlocked to the respective handcuffs.  Now if they tried to run away, they would have to do so united - except - a blindfold was now added to each one.  How to run when you don't know which way?  Both Ted and Linda were trapped, though naturally she felt more relieved about the situation than he did.

They were led to a parked van (though they certainly didn't know so) and put in the back.  The two-foot chain was removed and the handcuffs were joined directly by the padlock.  And to make things more cozy for the pair, leather straps joined them back-to-back at the legs and neck.  Linda had never intended to get this close to Ted.  From Ted there was no reaction; would he really rather it be Sue next to him?

At the end of the ride, they were 'unattached' and then rejoined as they had first been in the park.  Down into the cellar they all went.  With a reminder to Ted that they didn't want to hurt him and thus not to resist, they took down his shorts.  With his jock strap snugly holding his male parts, they took a piece of clothesline and encircled them, pulling it snugly into a knot.  He tried to protest but only a muffled cry (or moan) came out.

"We are going to release your hands so we can put you to bed, but if you try anything, we will pull the rope so tightly that you'll be an instant soprano.  Do you understand?" Ted knew he was defeated and nodded his head.  The handcuffs came off and after he was positioned on the bed, he was given a choice of on his back or stomach, and chose the former.  Leather cuffs attached him to the sides of the bed.  Another pair secured his feet, and as the final touch, a collar was added with a chain leading in both directions to the corners of the bed.

At the same time Ted was being trussed up for the night, Linda was being freed from her restraints.  To keep the story 'honest', she spent the night on a cot in the adjoining room.  Ted's gag was removed with the warning that the place was sound proofed, but if he yelled out, the gag would be replaced.  He softly called Linda's name and she replied.  He asked if she was being treated well and she replied that she was secured to a bed, using much the same description as she had seen was Ted's situation.

"I don't think they mean to hurt us.  Maybe we had better be very careful so they have no reason to treat us worse than this.  I just have this hunch they are nice people, despite they seem." Linda hoped that she was sounding concerned but not suspicious when she pleaded for Ted not to do anything rash.  A bit of silence and he said he would go along with that.

The next day, Ted was told his purpose in being there, and that he would need some training in being a combination of butler and maid.  The girls also showed him a leather helmet that fit fully on the head, laced down the back, and then a locking collar strap secured the whole thing, there were no eye holes and there was padding at the ears.  There was a zipper in the mouth position, but had a way of locking it shut, and also one could leave it open and hold a gag in place with a strap around the head.

"If there is any trouble at all from you, this will be put on your head, and will remain there until we have use of your services.  You might also notice the ring on the top; think how it would be for you to be standing erect for hours at a time, suspended from the ceiling." Ted nodded as if he got their point, and it was made in such a way that anybody with an I.Q. above that of a watermelon would know the price of disobedience.

The training went well.  The leg-irons, with two-foot chain, which had been snapped on Ted's ankles reminded him that there was no escape.  At various times, Linda joined them, also wearing leg-irons.  They both practiced carrying trays, with the chains limiting their mobility, and bowing to serve seated guests.  And when they were told their training was deemed a success, they also found the big party was the next night.  Tdd was given a couple of sleeping pills to insure a good night's rest before being put to bed.  Linda, as usual, went into the next room were Ted still believed that she slept as securely as he did.

The party room in the basement was thoroughly cleaned and decorated.  And after each of the prisoners had showered, they were shown their outfits.  They matched, fish-net tights, mini-skirt, and white gloves.  But for Ted, a little surprise; he was to wear nothing under the fish-nets.

"Don't do that to him, please," said Linda.  "Let him wear my panties and I will go without." Ted protested but Linda was allowed to make the sacrifice.  After the fish-nets and mini-skirts were put in place, the leg-irons were locked into position.  And just in time, for the guests were arriving upstairs and starting to come downstairs.  (Each was told what the situation was with Linda, so there would be no show of surprise, and each was also warned strictly about using any names at all of any guests or hosts). The guests were either masked or transformed by heavy makeup and wigs, so there would be no recognition should Ted ever come across any of them in the future.

The logistics concerning Linda were that she was, officially (meaning in Ted's mind), the slave who was in the kitchen upstairs while he was the butler downstairs.  This allowed Linda to disappear in manacles and appear in disguise to enjoy the party.  Every once in a while she would revert back to her old role and be summoned to bring more food, so there certainly was no question in Ted''s brain that she was not being as victimized as he.

The lack of panties on Linda didn't really disturb her, or anyone else, but as for Ted, it might have been less embarrassing if he had not put hers on.  After all, a male crotch as seen through fish net tights was still very much male, but frilly panties hiding that crotch were quite feminine.  Some of the guests had to examine, close-up, what he was wearing, both with eyes and fingers.  Just before the party Ted had been reminded about the muting helmet and that he would be a 'silent butler' if there was even the slightest problem with his servile behavior.  The hosts did draw the line on any suggestions that Ted be given a blow-job, or even more sexual activity than that.  Such talk did, though, cause his member to increase in size each time those subjects arose (no pun intended!).  And, since the limits had been set early in the party, the suggestions were more to watch the reaction, and Ted's reaction to his organ's reaction, than to expect a change in policy.  The light-blue mini-skirt went well with his red face.

The party went late into the night and when all had left, rather than clean up the mess, the exhausted servants were put to bed.  This time the restraints were very light, only leg irons attached to the bed.  The next day would be spent in cleaning up, and then the pair would be set free.

And, it all happened as promised.  That is, with one little added attraction.  Because both had to be secured as well as blindfolded for their trip to release them,  the muting helmets were put on their heads.  And when their sight was gone, before they knew what had happened, our captive pair was wearing straight jackets.  At that point, the helmets were removed so they could each 'admire' the other's new garments.  Then the helmets were put back on.  Linda muffled a remark, which never got past the leather, to the effect that she did not need to be restrained since Ted could not see.  But her room mates chose to ignore her and hustled both into the van.  Seat belts and straight jackets, what a combination for travel security!

When they arrived at the park, it was as deserted as before.  Both were taken from the van and escorted to a basketball court, which was behind bushes obscuring it from the van and the driveway.  Both were seated with a post from the the basketball backboard between their knees.  The knees were then bound together, and to the post, and more rope went around the ankles.  The helmets and straight jackets were removed, the gravity boots left with the captives, and the room mates bid them farewell.  By the time they got free, the van would be long gone.

As they worked on the ropes, the others drove away in the van.  Linda and Ted breathed a sigh of relief now that the pressure was off, and they found they could also laugh about it.  Linda managed to diminish Ted's anger to the point of treating it as a practical joke, and since neither of them was harmed, of reporting it to the police.  Her most convincing argument was what the reaction would be to his telling of being make to serve a party dressed in mini-skirt and fish net tights.

The two continued to jog together, but when they used the gravity boots, faced opposite directions.  But for Linda, she got more than she had expected, and in a different way, the thrill when guests examined her pantyless crotch, the tightening of the straight jacket into helplessness and the leather helmet fastened on.  What she didn't know was that her room mates also noticed her pleasure, at such times as the crotch strap on the straight jacket was pulled tightly on Linda.  What she wanted now was to experience those feeling again...  and she didn't know how soon she would!