Chapter 2
Chris woke up stiff, and confused. His arms wouldn't respond and he struggled to move on the bed. A moment later, senses returning quickly, a firm hand turned his face to the side and a gorgeous pair of eyes smiled into his own. Her long auburn hair cascaded over the pillow and his heart skipped a beat. Bex, the woman he loved, was right there in bed beside him, taking care of his helpless form. Admittedly, he thought, it was she who had made him helpless in the first place, binding him tightly and expertly with the ropes that had held him in their inescapable embrace since last evening, but like any loving Domme she had been taking care not to cause any actual harm to him.
The deal had been that he was her toy until this afternoon so his ordeal was far from over, it being so early in the morning. The sun streamed in through the wispy net curtain and lit her pretty face and naked body. The sight, and the bondage, made it necessary for him to turn away to stop his neck from stiffening in the same way his cock was starting to. Only his wrists and elbows had been left bound overnight, the hemp rope holding them firmly together yet comfortably apart, she being an expert rigger able to create a sort of rope spreader bar by winding the cinches in small tight loops between the bound limbs. This type of bondage could be strict yet endured for long periods if caution was taken, and it looked hot too.
Catching sight of his stirring member and wanting to get his motor really running, she allowed her hand to wander from his face down to his nipples, brushing past with her nails on the way down before pinching one between thumb and forefinger on the way back up. He automatically leant in and they kissed hard, and harder still as their arousal built quickly. Suddenly she rolled him onto his back, straddling him and crushing his bound arms into the bed. Now reaching for both his nipples as her soaking wet pussy slid up and down the underside of his shaft, pressed flat to his belly and desperate for her to take things further.
He would have to wait though. Bex was an expert in tease and denial, and knew exactly how to push Chris's buttons. Stopping her movements she instead lay along his body, pressing her boobs into his chest and wriggling her legs in between his, just enough to gently crush his swollen balls between them. He felt every small movement keenly.
"Baby," she said in an enquiring manner, "are you ready to begin your day as my captive? I have some big plans for us."
"Anything for you my love," he replied, straining upwards for a kiss, and receiving one back so hard it took his breath away. "You've got me all morning at your mercy."
Their conversation was snatched between passionate kisses, both of them getting hotter by the second.
"All morning baby? Oh no, I'm sure we agreed you'd be mine for the whole weekend." Her tone remained breathy and somewhat playful, but this was a major change to the deal he had agreed to Friday night! "I can't possibly… let you go… we have somewhere… to be later and… you wouldn't want to disappoint me…would you?" They kept up the kissing, snatching a few words between, the pair of them full of desire for one another and she in total control both physically and emotionally.
"No baby…I want you…to have… whatever you…want…please… please let me inside?"
Breaking from his mouth she worked her kisses down his cheek, then neck and body, as far south as she could while still able to grind her clit into his rock hard cock, avoiding the glistening head driving him mad with just. "Want…me…to fuck you, yeah? Mmmm that sounds goooood…my wet pussy…gripping that hard…throbbing…dick?" She giggled and bit her bottom lip as his eyes closed, the words chosen perfectly to inflame him further; he was trying to divine some small change in position to get some pleasure through his cock.
But being the expert in tease and denial that she was, instead lifted off him and slightly shifted forward, reaching back to grip behind his full balls, pressing her thumb into the base of the shaft causing exquisite but ultimately frustrating sensations as it moved in small circles on his skin while her free hand played with her firm, rounded tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. He felt like one flick on the bulging head of his cock would cause the wave or orgasm to break over him like a tsunami but…no such touch came and instead she suddenly let go and climbed off! Chris wailed and arched his back in frustration as the climax ebbed away, his bound wrists and arms behind his back useless to him.
"Oh shush honey, what use would you be to me if I let you cum first thing in the morning when we have the whole weekend left for that to maybe happen?"
The change from 'til this afternoon' to 'whole weekend' didn't go unnoticed but at this point he knew that there wouldn't be any point complaining.
"How about my little fucktoy waits there while I get a shower and sort myself out for a little adventure I have planned. Hold on a sec though as I really can't be bothered with your moaning and questions…" Moments later his cheeks bulged with the inflating rubber gag, and with the inflation tube detached his sight went as a spandex full face hood was stretched over his head. A three foot spreader bar took away any thought of getting off the bed. "Relax there for a bit, baby, all will be revealed in good time."
Although the ropes held his wrists and elbows tightly behind his back, the soft bedding and mattress allowed relative comfort and Bex was expert at long term rope bondage so it was quite comfortable for him to just lay there while she took her time getting ready. He relaxed into the situation, imagining the possibilities of the 'adventure' his devious wife had arranged.
Some time later (for she was in no hurry), having done her makeup, put her long auburn hair up in a neat and sexy bun and donned a figure-hugging off the shoulder black cocktail dress that came down to mid-thigh, with sheer black nylon stockings and suspenders beneath, Bex looked for all the world as if she were headed out for the evening to a fancy restaurant and drinks or a show afterwards. However it was only 10am and although the meal and drinks part was true, there wasn't any restaurant - fancy or otherwise - in her plans for the rest of the day.
With the hood and everything else removed, she helped her victim get ready with a shower etc before assisting him into his own attire. It would be the only time that day that he was free from bondage of some kind. Very quickly he realised they were headed somewhere fun. She looked so hot in that outfit; or rather, SHE made that outfit look hot, and he told her so. She smiled happily and replied "flattery won't get you out of what's coming baby, but thank you". A triangle of three linked rubber cock rings then snugged behind his balls, at the base of his shaft, and the final one settled above his swollen balls, each one providing just enough constriction to his manhood to let him know they were there. It was a tight fit and by the time she was done he was rock hard once more. He wanted to grab her, throw her on the bed and impale her tight pussy. Being taller and stronger he could have, too. Instead, he submissively allowed her to take him by the bicep and guide him over to the chair where a loose fitting t-shirt and pair of cotton joggers awaited.
Once dressed, the difference in style of their outfits was stark. Chris pondered this as the hinged handcuffs clicked into place in front of him. This was all the bondage for now. Chunky black army boots went on before they got into the car and she secured his belt for the journey. "No questions please baby, all in good time."
After an hour’s drive she slowed the car and parked up in a lay-by, leaving the engine running.
"A quick stop baby, and then the final leg of our journey is only about twenty minutes. I just need to make a small change to your outfit, oh my you're gonna love what I have in store for us!."
This 'small change' turned out to be addition of a tight fitting black spandex hood, which had a reinforced blindfold and no face openings at all, followed by a three inch black leather collar, the buckle of which padlocked securely round his neck. They continued on a main road for a while, before turning onto a rougher surface with more twists and turns, until the final half mile or so which felt like an unpaved road with loose stones. The tyres scrunched over gravel as Bex pulled in to park before helping her blindfolded and cuffed husband out of the passenger seat, along a quarter-mile or so of cobbled surface which abruptly changed to what felt like timber for twenty yards or so (possibly a bridge, he wondered?) before being replaced by stone flags. As the floor turned to smooth stone the wind died away and their footsteps began to echo off the brick walls.
"Stop here.” The instruction was firm, the fun suddenly gone from her voice and in one swift movement the spandex hood was gone, the darkness replaced with bright light which bounced off the white painted brick walls. As his eyes got used to the light he saw Bex a few paces in front, speaking to a 40-something woman sitting behind a large wooden desk, marking their names off in a leather-bound ledger. The woman then got up and retrieved a numbered box from the store room behind her and passed it to his wife. "You're all set, but your sub cannot enter improperly attired. Everything you need is in the box, please put his clothes and anything else back into it and return to me here. You may ready him in the guard room behind you."
The Guard Room was a tiny cuddy just off this entrance chamber, about 6 feet square, and it was at this point that Chris began to work out where they were. Some kind of BDSM club, that much was obvious, but the building itself and the reference to this room's purpose… a former castle, or fort perhaps? It certainly looked military but not modern, Victorian at least and maybe older. This was exciting, since he knew only too well how much scope there would be for dungeon play in a place like that! The echo in the entrance alone gave a sense of scale to the building.
"Alright let's see what we have here. Ooooooh lovely! You're gonna look SO hot in all this, let's get started."
"But…where are we? What's going on?"
He found himself waiting for an answer while being un-cuffed and having his clothes stripped off -even the collar- until he was suddenly stark naked, but for a confused, ponderous expression and the rubber rings gripping his manhood, and the calf length leather army boots laced back on.
"Aw Baby, you are so cute when you're trying to figure stuff out. I like that too much to put you out of your misery straight away so you'll just have to enjoy the ride in frustrated ignorance. All will become clear in due course though. Now, let's get you dressed; ha, well not dressed exactly as there are no clothes in this box but you know what I mean. It's lucky you and I love tight bondage so much, you won't have much struggle room in all this!"
Thigh cuffs, ankle cuffs (over the boots thus locking those on too), and a leather harness were all tightened onto his body. The harness was made up of thick yet supple black leather straps, a central belt running from the collar to the pubis bone before splitting either side of his cock and rejoining to a single strap spreading the butt cheeks nicely before continuing back up to the collar. Thinner belts encircled his chest and belly horizontally like ribs, joined to the front vertical strap with rivets, and behind by locking roller buckles. Bex cinched these up tight, his flesh bulging between the straps in a most delicious manner.
Slightly out of breath, her well manicured hand reached over his shoulder from behind and dangled a small but heavy duty padlock in front of his face. "The first of many, baby, ready to get locked up?" His intake of breath to answer this purely rhetorical question was snuffed out by the tugging sensation and loud 'click' as the first lock was snicked into place, and this was followed by a further dozen or so taken from the box and added to every restraint. Each one, he noted, had two purple dots painted onto it denoting their being keyed-alike presumably. Snap hooks attached, though didn't lock, his wrists either side of the waist belt.
The sound of her shoes clacking on the cold stone floor echoed off the brick walls as she reappeared in front of her man.
"A few finishing touches and then we can enter the main facility. I don't want any questions from you, today is about MY fantasies and MY fun, so whilst I will tell you exactly what this place is shortly, you will need to be silent and I know you too well to trust you won't pipe up, so open wide please".
It surprised him only momentarily when she shimmied out of a pair of white cotton briefs worn over the suspender belt he knew she had on, and balled them up gusset-outwards before taking a pair of heavy denier skin tone nylon tights from the box. The panties were inserted into the gusset of the tights, and he offered no resistance at all as the wad was packed into his open mouth. The legs she kept flat whilst winding them around the lower part of his head in opposite directions before tying them off tightly at the base of his skull. The knot was cinched so small the gag would have to be cut off when the time came.
"I wore these knickers all day yesterday for you as well as today, and since I knew where I was bringing you, you should be able to taste just how much this whole thing means to me…the tights are to stop you from accidentally choking on anything…I don't know how long you're going to be staying gagged for. Isn't that delicious?"
It was, and his swollen dick proved it despite his grunts and 'mmmmmfs' of protest. Gags were his favourite kink.
The box wasn't done though; two items remained and having run her hands over his bound head, body, and brushed teasingly over his nipples and cock, she completed the job with a leather panel that cupped the lower part of his face from just beneath the nose right down to the collar. The thin straps of the gag harness tightened the mouth packing and compressed his head, further muffling his complaints. This served no purpose other than to look sexy and add layers to the bondage and gag. 4 more of the locks clicked into place and the final item - a leather leash - clipped onto the big D-ring at the front of his collar. His ankle cuffs were not connected at this point as there would be some walking to do.
Taking a step back, Bex put her hands on her hips, faced her handywork and pulled her hair loose from its bun. She flicked it sexily to one side to show off her off-the-shoulder dress he loved her in and bit her bottom lip as pure lust washed over her at the sight of her loving husband tightly bound and gagged in black leather, awaiting his unknown fate. His trust in her made it all the hotter and hoping she wasn't going too far this time, but knowing it was too late to back out, she picked up the leash and gently tugged him back toward the main entrance desk.
The woman on the desk looked up upon hearing their approach and with a smile of approval, took the box now containing Chris's clothes and locked it away. The same key for all his padlocks would open the locker too when the time came and this she threaded onto a leather lace which she tied into a necklace for Bex to wear.
"You're all set, and very handsome your sub looks to be sure. Through this door, then follow the signs to the slaves' accommodations, and once you've got him all set, please proceed to the Ballroom where you'll meet the rest of the Dommes and Doms for our drinks reception. Enjoy your stay!"
Tugging the leash somewhat harshly to get Chris moving, they walked through the open doorway into a huge flat outdoor area, it appeared to him to be bigger than a football field, surfaced with compacted crushed stone, or hard-core which crunched gently beneath their feet. The area was surrounded on all sides by a grassed slope and beyond that high brick and stone walls with a sort of walkway all round, and odd shaped apertures.
As they walked across the huge courtyard Bex began to explain.
"Welcome to Fort Fetish baby. This is the Parade Ground, it used to be where the soldiers would march and practice their drill, and sometimes today it has a similar function… The Fort was built over 100 years ago to protect against a French invasion, but for the last half century it was abandoned and sealed shut. So a group of bondage enthusiasts have bought it and converted parts of it into a kinky paradise for people like us to come and live out our secret desires. Parts of the fort are like a boutique hotel, and other parts…well, not so much." She chuckled at this thought, and guided her sub down some concrete steps, and along a trench towards a tunnel entrance. One side of the trench was stone wall, the other was brick with windows and entrance doors into the fort itself. The tunnel entrance was cut into the stone and protected by an iron bar gate, currently thrown open and adorned by a sign reading "Magazines".
The floor was cobbled stone, the damp brick walls glistened in places and it smelled authentically musty, and atmospheric due to the flickering of wall mounted flame effect torches that lit the way deeper underground. The tunnel was long and they were clearly walking downhill at present; the original fort kept the gunpowder deep underground to prevent a catastrophic explosion during the battles that never came.
Not only was the powder stored deep underground, but also safely in small rooms that opened off the tunnel, hewn from the bedrock and separated by thick walls. Each powder magazine was constructed the same way, with an entrance room containing a wooden bench for workers to change out of their nailed boots into canvas shoes that couldn't spark, and an offset doorway into the power room itself to help contain any blast or fire - should the worst happen, the design would destroy only part of the powder store and as few men as possible, so the guns could continue to rain deadly fire down onto the invaders in the harbour. What it left behind today however was a set of perfect dungeon rooms each with their own entrance room leading to a high, vaulted chamber 8 yards by 8 yards and completely hidden from the tunnel, with a locking iron bar door on the outside. The prisoner could be chained up, locked in, punished etc in complete privacy, unless their owner wanted others to be able to see them, in which case there was a glazed viewing window in the tunnel wall into the main chamber that could be opened from within by dropping a hinged wooden shutter. For now, all of these were kept open, but since Bex turned into the first one they came to, Chris couldn't even glimpse any other subs as he followed her cute ass into 'his' chamber. Once inside, his eyes got used to the dim lighting and once the lead was unclipped, she pushed him backwards by the shoulders into position against an iron post set into the floor about 2 feet from the end wall (he was facing the window shutter) and about 10 feet tall. Goodness only knew how many other slaves and subs were here; their moans, screams, and other noises echoed up the tunnel and mingled into the atmosphere.
"Here we are my lovely, obedient, obliging, sexy, bound, gagged and completely and absolutely helpless husband! I've booked this room just for us but later on we'll have the run of the various other parts of the fort, all of which are packed with bondage and S&M opportunities and I can't wait to try some out. For now though, I've got to get you settled in while I go off and make some new friends amongst my equals at the welcome ball and it's Dominants only, so I'm going to have to abandon you here for a while. Now, luckily for us, this place was left with all its original features, that's why there are so many iron rings built into the walls, floors and ceilings - for moving heavy stuff about in the past, today…"
She reached a little over his head and released a heavy snap hook on the end of a chain, which ran up and over a 10 inch pulley wheel and down behind the post to a hook on the wall, and clipped it to a very thick D ring on the harness between his shoulder blades.
"…today we can use them in a much more…restrictive capacity". Down she pulled on the chain, the slack disappearing upwards with a loud metallic clanking sound, hand over hand until his boots were only just flat to the floor, then one more link for luck and Bex secured the chain to the hook on the wall, well out of reach of wandering hands. The harness had snugged up round his ass and crotch, so a moment was taken for her to tighten up any looseness created by the upward pull of the hook, especially round the shoulder area.
Once again she stood in front of her increasingly helpless prisoner, her face inches from his, their eyes locked as he felt his feet kicked to either side of the metal post, while the wrist cuffs were unclipped, and padlocked together to a ring welded behind the post as she pressed her body into his.
In full tease mode, she squatted down, running her hands down his body as she went, then padlocked the ankle cuffs tight to the outside rings welded to the post. Coming back up slowly, as if he was the pole and she a dancer, the thigh cuffs were also locked to the post, and as his head harness was hooked to the chain above to hold his head up, she planted a huge kiss on his gagged lips. He couldn't move except to thrash his arms a little behind him.
This drew a playful "tut tut tut" and a wag of her finger, she vanished behind and the next he knew she'd threaded a small buckling strap through the elbow cuff D rings and cinched everything tight. This final strap made a huge difference - it served no purpose security wise, but it felt amazing to be this tightly post-bound, chest thrust forward, with the support of the harness and chain he need not fear time either as this position could be endured for serious hours at a time with no danger. He knew it, she knew it. The harness squeezed his cock and balls tantalisingly.
Squatting back down again out of his now restricted field of vision, she gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and squeezed his balls in the other before gently kissing the tip of his swollen cock, slowly, then faster, taking him a little deeper each thrust until for a second or two holding him deep in her throat so that her lips brushed her hand leaving lipstick behind. Just as quick as she began, she let go with both hands and backed her head off completely, panting to get her breath and from her own arousal, then laughing at his muffled, desperate pleas to be allowed more of this treatment, to be allowed to cum! A thread of saliva stretched down from the underside of his purple head, snapped, and fell to the floor.
"MMMMMMMMMMPHHH! GNNNNNNNNOOOOO!" He screamed as hard as he could but these sounds turned to resigned whimpers as he saw she had no intention of taking this any further.
Bex laughed, not entirely unkindly but she was absolutely revelling in the total power she could wield over her prisoner. A bell rang in the tunnel; time to go.
"See you later on baby, I'm going to abandon you here for quite a while, don't go anywhere!"
With that, his lovely wife turned on her heel, and walked sexily away, dropping the shutter open on her way past and giving him a final view of her - he suddenly remembered naked - arse in that short, clingy dress. The iron door closed with a creak and her echoing heels clicked away back up the tunnel, abandoning him to his frustrations, his bondage, and his imagination.