by Ronald Craig

Illustrated by  (Robert Bishop, I think)

Originally Published in Whipmistress Vol. 1, No. 4

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story codes: M/f, MF/m, bdsm, cons, cuffs, leather, rubber, public, club, cockring, chastity, edge, deny, oral, sex, X

As usual, Barbara was quite excited by the time she and Frank arrived at the hall where the party was being held.  It was the dildo that did it, pushed deep inside her cunt and held there by the tight rubber panties, and she could feel its length and thickness whenever she moved!  Frank had fastened the belt of the pants with a tiny padlock, ignoring her protests and saying, "You'll just have to hold your bladder until we get home, won't you?  Let me know when you're desperate."

Their hosts (a couple who were casual friends) greeted them and introduced them to a few people, then left them to greet some other guests.  Barbara couldn't help wondering what these people would think if they knew what she was wearing under her casual skirt and top.  It was always like this with strangers, and with her friends, for that matter – wondering what they would think, wondering whether any of them had similar interests, and wishing it was easier to mention the subject of bondage and loving slavery.

While she and Frank chatted and drank and danced with new acquaintances, Barbara thought about their private fantasies and 'kinky' games.  They were both turned on by bondage and "Master-Slave" games, and these played a large part in their marriage, although not exclusively; Frank was the 'Master' and Barbara loved being his 'slave', especially when he dressed her in the rubber clothing he liked so much or used their quite elaborate leather harnesses and bondage gear to restrain her and then whip her gently or stimulate her into one orgasm after another.

These thoughts were in the back of her mind much of the time, even when talking or dancing, and the tight feeling of the dildo inside her only served to constantly remind her of them.  Occasionally, she caught Frank's eye with the special look of theirs, and she knew that his thoughts were running along the same lines.  But in spite of this, Barbara was still able to keep up her usual sparkling chatter with whomever she was conversing, and being a very attractive woman as well (blonde with a slim figure, shapely legs and small but beautifully firm breasts) she always seemed to attract her share of men at parties like these.

This particular evening one spent a lot of time with her, and she felt flattered by his attentions.  His name was Des, and he was in his thirties, like she and Frank, and was of an average build and had dark wavy hair and brown eyes, and he was very polite and deferential to Barbara as they chatted.  He was very quick to refill her glass and fetch things for her to nibble.  In fact, she began to enjoy the way he jumped to satisfy even her smallest request.

Des lived alone, and somehow the conversation got around to housework.  Barbara mentioned with some heat how much she hated it, and she was a little surprised when Des replied quite quietly, "I don't mind doing my share of housework, maybe even a bit more than my share."

She had never heard a man say anything like that before, and as she said lightly, "I could use a servant like you, then!"  The back of her mind changed 'servant' to 'slave' and she began to wonder...  Just then someone interrupted, and a moment later the thought left her.

Some time later she was dancing with Frank when he said, "I was in the men's room a few minutes ago," then with a grin, "by the way, darling, how's your bladder?"

Barbara smiled sweetly.  "I'm surviving," she said, "but, you were saying about the men's room...?"

"Oh, yes," continued Frank, "there was a guy in there wearing, would you believe, a cock ring with a tiny padlock?"

"You're kidding!" retorted Barbara.

"Cross my heart!" Frank replied.  "Maybe he and his wife are also into bondage!"

"Which guy was it?" asked Barbara, catching his excitement.

Frank looked around the room; "Over there," he said, "the dark-haired guy beside the fireplace."

Barbara looked, and her heart began thumping...  It was Des!  Her earlier chat with him came flooding back, now with all sorts of hidden meanings she had not suspected.

"Darling," she said in great excitement, "please don't ask me now, but I talked with that guy for quite a while, and I'd like to invite him to dinner.  Okay?  Then, please, let's go home, and I'll tell you all about it in the car!"

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Three days later Frank was waiting for their new acquaintance to arrive, and wondering whether Barbara's feelings had been correct or not.  She was making last minute preparations in the kitchen, and Frank found himself remembering her excitement on the way home from the party, she had been sure that Des was a 'submissive', and the more she talked about it the more she seemed to like the idea of being a Mistress, and having a male slave to command.  Frank found the idea more and more exciting, and was only too happy to agree to use this dinner to try to find out how Des really felt.  He loved Barbara very much, and would help her to get anything she wanted.

His reliving of the other evening continued, and he felt his cock begin to swell inside his trousers.  They had both been more excited than usual when they got home, and Barbara willingly submitted when he announced that, "Since you brought me home before you were really desperate, you'll have to be punished, wench!"

In no more time he had stripped her to her rubber pants, tied her face-up on over the kitchen table, attached a vibrator to the loops at the crotch of the pants and turned it on!

Stripping off his own clothes, he had inserted his engorged cock into Barbara's inverted mouth as her head hung over the table's edge.  Then he had concentrated on her boobs, whose prominent nipples were already growing hard, he had massaged them, sucked, pinched, and bit them and tied cord around them until they stood up and begged to be whipped, which he had done with the flat of a ruler.  The stimulation of the vibrator, and the erotic bondage and tit torment, had brought his captive to three shuddering climaxes before he allowed himself to shoot his cum deep into her mouth.

His daydream was interrupted by the sound of a car, and Frank looked around the living room to ensure that everything was ready for their guest, before going to the door to greet him.  Showing Des into the living room, Frank fixed him a drink and chatted for a while, then excused himself saying, "I think Barbara may need a hand, would you mind amusing yourself for a few minutes?  Have a look at these magazines if you want."

Frank found Barbara at the other door into the living room, as they had prearranged; she had it open just a crack, and was peering in to watch Des.  It was a bit sneaky, they had to admit, but they badly wanted to see Des' reaction when he found the bondage magazines they had planted among the others.

They didn't have to wait long!  Des' eyes widened when he saw the cover of the first one, which featured an almost naked girl suspended by her ankles!  They watched for a few more minutes, then Barbara slipped quietly into the room and said brightly, "Hello, Des, sorry to leave you alone.  But I see you found our interesting reading matter.  I wonder how you would take to the idea of becoming a slave like that!"

When Des saw the bondage magazines, he was surprised but not at all offended.  Barbara's guess about him had been perfectly correct, and he had been interested in the submissive side of bondage and discipline for a number of years.  He had lived with a woman as her slave for a time, but they had split about four years ago, and since then it had become almost a habit to wear his padlocked cock ring, and to make subtly suggestive conversation with any woman he fancied as a prospective Mistress.

For a moment he wondered if his hosts would prefer to keep their interests' private, but decided that it was unlikely, and began to leaf through the magazine.  His cock began to harden within the confines of it harness, and his pulse really quickened when he came upon a superb full-page photo of a leather-clad Mistress wielding a whip over a naked shackled male slave.  He was so fascinated that he was unaware of Barbara's presence until she spoke.

"Oh, hi, Barbara," he replied when he had recovered from the surprise, she gave him.  "You're very direct, but yes, I would be interested.  With the right person, and as long as I knew a bit about the conditions."

Barbara laughed.  "Fair enough," she said.  "Let's have dinner, and Frank and I will tell you more about ourselves.  Maybe you'll find I'm the right person.  And I can lay out what I'd expect from a 'slave'.

Two hours later Des found himself stark naked, except for his cock-harness, as Barbara pulled his underpants off over his feet.  Following their animated conversation over dinner, during which time Frank, and especially Barbara, had outlined what sort of slave, and slavery, they had in mind.  And, Des had questioned Barbara and Frank enough to satisfy himself they were kind and decent people.  Then, Des willingly submitted to an 'inspection of the new slave'.  He had been ordered to strip to his underpants, then Frank had locked handcuffs on his wrists, and drawn his arms high above his head.

"I've been itching to do this all evening," grinned Barbara, as she revealed his rampant organ, purple and swollen, in its tight harness.

Barbara fingered the harness in fascination; it consisted of three metal rings around the shaft of Des' cock and another at the base, behind his balls, joined together by a flexible spring, and fastened by a tiny padlock which rested on top of its tip.

"I'm sorry," apologized Des, "but I deliberately don't carry the key with me, in fact at the moment it's locked away until the day after tomorrow by a time-lock."

"Not to worry," smiled Barbara, "I like it, and I hope to have plenty of other opportunities to see your cock without it.  As for tonight, there are lots of things we can do with you, despite your harness, aren't there, Frank?"

By the time they released him, Des certainly had to agree with her, she and Frank showed inventiveness in tying their prospective slave in various ways and inflicting other 'tortures' on him.  He was spread-eagled, bent backwards over a stool, forced to bend over the table to allow his ass to be whipped, not only his buttocks, but other parts of his naked body were whipped with a variety of implements (to gauge his tolerance to pain and discomfort).  The made him kneel and crawl and prostrate himself at their feet, and so on...  and so on...  When he finally demonstrated his skill with his tongue and lips on Barbara's clean-shaven pussy, kneeling with his wrists tied to his ankles, and bent back as Barbara straddled his head and flicked at his naked belly and thighs – and cock – with a thin whip, it was a symbol of his submission as Barbara's new slave.  Frank's too!

Des got home at four in the morning, and three weeks later he moved into his new owners' spare room.  Actually, it was more like a cell, but that's what slaves live in, right?

The End