A Fantasy Realized

Even while I was getting ready I knew this was crazy. 

I’d been swapping emails back and forth with a young college girl for several weeks, often as many as 10 or 12 every day. I’d seen her personal ad and just for laughs had responded. I knew that a 20 year old girl wasn’t going to be interested in an ‘old’ (40) geezer pervert but gave it a shot. 

I was completely shocked when I not only got a response but an enthusiastic one. We started chatting back and forth via our emails and finally got around to the subject of ‘special’ fantasies. You know. The ones we always publicly distain but secretly get us all hot and excited. Well, my particular itch was to be some foxy lady’s slave. Not a pretend slave but a genuine, 100%, sex-toy slave. Even better, I wanted to ‘do it’ dressed up like a slut, a female slut. The sort you see in grade B movies playing some ditzy maid in a short, too-tight uniform that showed lots of stockinged leg and cleavage. 

When she asked me what my ultimate fantasy was I decided that with the privacy of the Internet I could get away with total honesty. Using an air of mockery towards myself, I told her how I’d always fantasized about being some woman’s slave, kept chained and  cross-dressed in slutty outfits and performing  menial housework whenever my ‘owner’ didn’t have me servicing her perverted, nymphomaniac  sexual desires. I’d be kept docile through torture and some clever remote controlled electric shock collar strapped to my private parts. My owner would of course use me as nothing more useful than a sex toy with utter disregard for my desires. Whew! I finished the email acknowledging that my fantasy was pretty far out there and I understood if she preferred not to continue the discussion…But, heck, it WAS my fantasy, and it did no harm to anyone, so as the phrase went, no harm, no foul.  Besides, having told her mine, what was HER pet fantasy? 

I confess to having to pause before hitting the ‘send’ key for that email. I was intensely excited, having never, EVER confessed that deep fantasy to anyone before, much less a total stranger. However, she had no idea who I really was or any way to identify me so it wasn’t like she’d be pointing at me in a crowd and laughing. I hit ‘send’ and logged off for the evening.

I checked my email the next morning before work and saw no response from her. That evening, still no response. I figured I’d hit her ‘squick’ button a little hard and that was the last I’d be hearing from her. So be it. I’d finally opened up and been utterly honest about what was in my soul and, even though it turned her off in a big way, I felt somehow…clean…about the matter, no deceptions, no ‘tailoring’ something that I thought would interest or arouse her, just honesty. If she couldn’t handle the darkness in another’s soul, she shouldn’t seek it out, so screw her.

It was a couple of nights later as I was surfing the ‘net that I got an ‘instant message’ from her asking if I’d like to chat with her. I responded and in just a few moments we were chatting online again. She told me she’d been busy getting a term paper out and hadn’t been able to get online much. As a psychology major she usually wasn’t busy, but when she WAS busy, it was intense. We kind of nattered along for 20-30 minutes, just chatting about silly things like the weather (getting cooler), the headlines (same old stuff), and her new roommates.

After a brief pause she said that the other night she’d left her computer logged on and her roommates had come in and accessed her email. She said they’d read over my latest email to her (the one with my fantasy in it) and one of her roomies had come unglued. Accused her of hooking up with a degenerate pervert and called me other, worse names. She said she’d explained to them that SHE had ASKED for my fantasy, I hadn’t offered, but the one roomie just didn’t understand. I told her that that really didn’t bother me too much, I had simply assumed that she’d decided not to continue corresponding with me and that she didn’t owe me anything. 

There was no response for a couple of minutes. Then she just asked me if that was REALLY  my pet fantasy, if I’d thought about it very much and tried to visualize just what my fantasy would be like as reality. I replied that I’d had that fantasy for years and had indeed very, very carefully considered how it would be to actually LIVE my fantasy, not as fantasy, or a game, but for REAL. “So you’d actually ENJOY doing someone’s laundry, cleaning the toilet, mopping their floor, all the while wearing high-heels, with the chance of getting whipped if your captor just has a whim to hurt you?” “I mean, my roommates and I all agree that we despise doing housework and we only wear high-heels because guys expect it sometimes, they’re uncomfortable as crap, and having to do both at the same time would be the worst.” “What if you hooked up with a genuine sadist, someone that genuinely ENJOYED hurting you, or maybe even KILL you?” I told her that, yes, as a matter of fact, I WOULD love to do someone’s housework, dressed up and slutty, at someone’s mercy. Yes, high-heels and such WERE uncomfortable, but being comfortable as opposed to feeling ‘hot’ and sexy wasn’t nearly as much as a head trip. Also though, as a slave, my function would be to please my owner, if it sexually pleased her to abuse me, then I would be serving my function and on that level, even a sadist could feed my fantasy. I’d hope that I wouldn’t get a killer-type but if you always lived life without risk, where was the spice?  “Geese, I wish one of my roomies had a boyfriend like you, we’d never pick up another dust rag again.” I had a smirk on my face when I typed my reply. “Too bad you ladies don’t believe in slavery and don’t know where I live. Otherwise you might kidnap me and I’d wind up cleaning all day and doing kinky sex all night.” I sent this with a smiley face at the end to show I was joking.

“That wouldn’t be such a bad idea, most of the boyfriends I’ve had never would give me the kind of sex I wanted, the WAY I wanted, WHEN I wanted. It was always their way or no way and I’ve gotten kind of tired of that.” “I bet it’d be fun to grab a slave by the ears and tell him to make me cum a half dozen times with his tongue…and have him DO it!” There were TWO smiley faces after this last sentence. 

I decided to go along and help her build the fantasy picture even more. “And just think, none of you would ever have to pick up a piece of laundry again, you’d come in after class and the house would be straightened up, your clothes cleaned, ironed and put away neatly, every day.” “You’d never even have to touch a dirty dish again, not even to clean off the dinner table.” “Of course, you’d probably have to beat the crap out of your slave while you were getting him trained, that would require a good bit of effort, but after that it’s all gravy.” 

“Hummm, maybe I should talk to my roomies, might be fun to have a guy I could beat up on after a bad day in class.” With that we sort of drifted off that topic and after another 10 minutes or so said our goodbye’s. 

Thursday evening she suggested that we meet in one of the local malls for coffee and conversation. She was curious to see what I looked like and coffee was pretty harmless. So Friday evening after work I drove to the mall, deliberately getting there a little early and settled down to wait for her. Only a few minutes later my email buddy walked over and sat down.

We chatted and sort of sized each other up I guess. I saw a more or less typical college girl, dressed in faded jeans, loose sweat-shirt and sneakers. It was pretty clear she’d gone for comfort rather than style for this meeting. I had to admit it, given her face I doubted she really had her pick of boyfriends. Not homely, exactly, just…plain… Of course, I was no prize myself. At 40 I was close to double her age, a bit overweight and definitely going gray on top. But what the heck, I told myself, neither of us were really looking for bed partners. After about 20 minutes or so her cell phone beeped and, after a brief conversation with the caller, she said she would have to go. 

Early next morning when I signed on there was a chat request from her so I IM’d her. She started off saying how much she’d enjoyed our little face-to-face but then asked if I my job gave me very much time off. I said that I enjoyed my work and that I normally had about 3 weeks of vacation a year but that because of much extra work I had over 7 weeks that I was going to have to use up by the end of the year. 

“Seven weeks, huh?” “Were you really serious when you said you wanted to be someone’s slave?” I rather indignantly assured her that I was quite serious. “Well, I discussed things with my roommates last night and we decided to offer you a deal. They were in the mall last night and kind of looked you over while you and I were talking. We all agreed that you’re pretty cute.” “What we’ll do is let you be our slave for as much time as you can get off. You get to make your fantasy come true and we get a live-in maid. So, what do you think?” 

That floored me! “But what about your roomies, I thought one of them had a major problem with the whole concept?” 
“Well, she did but we discussed it and she hates housework more than any of us, the idea of not lifting a finger to clean up sounds pretty good to her. We also promised her that we’d make sure you had plenty to do so you weren’t lounging around and getting into trouble.”

I sure didn’t have to think about this one too long! With my cock practically splitting my shorts I typed in an enthusiastic “ I agree”. 

Over the next few days we worked out the details. I’d provide my uniforms and shoes, enough for each day of the week,  and they’d provide the underwear and all the ‘slave gear’ that they would like to use on me. Of course, given that they were college students on a budget, I’d pick up the cost on the extra stuff.

It took a couple of weeks to make all the arraignments. I talked my boss into approving a whole month and a half off for me, bought a half-dozen sexy maid uniforms and finalized things with Traci, Lora, and Susan. Traci, of course was my email buddy, Lora and Susan being her roommates. One evening Traci dropped in to visit and take care of a few concerns of theirs. One of her roomies was concerned about me charging them with assault, kidnapping, or assorted other felonies and wanted to get a little legal relief from me in the form of signed releases/agreements. She was in a bit of a hurry so I went ahead and signed everything while we chatted and then she left.

Finally it was my last day at work before my enslavement began. I could barely get anything done from excitement. I’d carefully kept to my story of getting far away from work, even to the point of making a big secret of my destination to some far away place and that I was NOT leaving a phone number I could be reached at. 

The moment I got home from work I started my preparations. All my ‘new’ clothes went into a suitcase along with $1000 to cover my food and incidentals. This I set outside with a house key attached. I had a brief dinner that I really didn’t taste and began my own personal arrangements.

Over the past couple of weeks I’d been working on getting rid of my body hair. It took awhile since the razor kept clogging up and getting dull but I’d finally succeeded in getting my body completely shaved below my neck. This evening I would take it to another level. After a steaming hot shower I completely shaved my body twice, making sure to get every single hair. With my body now utterly hairless and dry, I spread a depilatory cream over every inch of my body and left it on for twice the recommended time. When I rinsed this time, I found that even the tiniest stubble was gone, leaving my skin clear of any trace of hair. Followed up by a long, soak in bath full of bath oil I was left smooth, soft-skinned, and fragrant. 

Still amazed at the feeling of somehow being more-than-naked without any hair, I laced myself as tightly as I could into a rather undersized waist-cincher and slid a pair of black (of course) stockings up my legs until they could be fastened to the garter straps hanging from it. I loved the tension of the elastic straps when they rubbed against my thighs and rear with every step I took. I didn’t linger too long enjoying the sensation before I got back to the work at hand. Through much practice over time I had no problem fastening a transparent little flesh-colored bra around my chest and then stepped into the matching pair of thong panties. They didn’t conceal anything I had but they sure cradled my cock and balls in a delightfully snug way, it almost felt like a pair of soft hands wrapped around them. So much so in fact, that I just walked around the house in my outfit enjoying the sensations of everything rubbing and the wonderful sound of stockings rubbing together.

My self-involvement was interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Traci calling to cancel their visit this evening. She said that Lora’s mother was making a quick and unexpected visit and would be staying the night so obviously I couldn’t be there. I had to reluctantly admit she was quite right. Traci said that they’d come by sometime tomorrow morning and we could get started then. Of course if I’d leave the suitcase out they’d try to make a quick pass by and pick it up maybe late this evening. In the meantime though, they wanted me to keep wearing my sexy things all evening and even sleep in them (even the high-heels! AND be in bed by 10:00). Of course I was to be showered and ‘properly’ dressed in fresh clothes when they showed up tomorrow she insisted.

OK, well fine. So, I spent the evening lounging around the house watching a lot of TV and generally feeling horny as hell. I deliberately didn’t jerk off, wanting to ‘save’ myself for satisfying my future ‘owners’. I knew they’d be pretty eager  to jump onto a good hard slave-cock and wanted to be able to please. 

I turned in right at 10:00pm. Due to my excitement though it was probably closer to 11pm when I got to sleep. I was doing fine until the damn phone rang at 11:30. After 4 rings the machine picked up but as soon as it did, whoever it was just hung up and called again. After this happened about a dozen times I gave up on sleep for awhile and decided to at least disconnect the phone. Of course, it was in the living room. By this time I was cranky and really pissed of at the childish prank some little kid was pulling.

When I slid out of bed I was reminded again of the sexy stuff I was wearing. The stockings on  my legs let me positively zip out from under the covers and the soft tightness of the panties still felt great on my cock. They all combined to put me in a slightly better frame of mind than I might have otherwise been in while I fumbled my way to other room. 

I was almost at the phone when my legs were swept out from under me. It was an utter surprise and I was barely able to get my arms up in time to keep from smashing my nose flat on the floor. As it was, only the thick carpeting kept me from getting hurt though I immediately had other things to be concerned about. I felt someone jump on my calves and another person sat on my head, between their combined weight I was pretty firmly pinned to the floor. When I tried raising my hands up to push the person off my head I found both my hands grabbed and twisted behind my neck. Moments later a third person joined in and I felt them grasp one wrist and pull it around and back up behind my back. An icy cold handcuff was tightened around it and the other hand treated similarly. 

Whoever had cuffed my hands now put their knee in the middle of my back and twisted my wrists to keep me from struggling further. They up to now had ignored my yelling and cursing, muffled though they were. The person with their knee on my head lifted up just enough to slip a broad leather collar around my neck and buckle it in place. The moment I felt it tighten I also felt it give me a nasty shock . The more I yelled, the more it shocked. Finally I had to stop yelling to breathe and the shock stopped, when I made noise again, more shock. I learned pretty quickly that if I didn’t make noise, it didn’t jolt me, so I got very quiet. As I stopped struggling my hands were pulled higher between my shoulder blades and a short chain connected them to the back of my collar. 

After a few moments the knee on my head lifted and a heavy cloth bag was pulled over my head. I could feel and hear something snapping in place onto my collar and then hear the lights being turned on. I felt a tug on the collar and realized that I was now at the end of a leash. After I struggled to my knees I heard a most welcome sound…Traci’s voice. “We decided that a proper slave shouldn’t get a chance to voluntarily come with it’s owners, it should be taken. It’s out of your control from now on, even if you’d decided to change your mind we’ve got that agreement you signed. We aren’t going to let you back out of the deal.” “As I figure you noticed, the collar you’re wearing is gonna give you a shock any time you try to say anything, so don’t bother, there’s nothing we need you to say anyhow.” 

“Lora’s going to put another collar around your balls, it’s got another shock unit too. This one’s works by remote control so if you don’t behave, you’re NOT going to enjoy the result. Take my advice and do JUST what you’re told.”  About the time I heard this I felt a soft (though cold) hand fish around through the leg opening of my panties and pull out my dick and balls. She stretched out my ball sack and wrapped a strap around it right at the base. She pulled it tight enough to make me grunt (triggering a brief shock) then I heard a lock ‘click’. Presumably it was now locked in place. 

In response to a firm tug on my balls I rose to my feet and felt an object being pushed against my lips. I resisted and felt like I’d been kicked in the balls. The moment I opened my mouth to gasp in pain the object was pushed between my teeth until it jammed against the back of my throat. Unable to push it out I could only endure while it was strapped around my head. I explored it with my tongue as best I could and had to conclude that this was a cock gag, and a large one, very large. My mouth was wedged open by the thick shaft to the point where even my lips were stretched, I couldn’t even pull them away to breathe around the shaft. This tight seal formed by my lips, coupled with the broad head of the dildo would have kept me from making any noise above a moan even without the shock feature of the collar.

By this time I’d comprehended just what was going on and began to get into it. My cock was showing it’s approval of that by standing out at attention. I could hear my ‘captors’ giggles but that only helped excite me more. After a few minutes of this I felt a pair of hands pull down my panties, with a brief struggle to pull them down over my cock, they succeeded. I could feel a heavy belt being buckled tight around my hips. 

Someone standing behind me held my hands and kicked at the insides of my ankles. Eventually the stings of the kicks convinced me to spread my legs wider and wider until I could stretch no more. At this point I felt a cold, blunt pointed object begin to probe between my legs, finally stopping when it found my anus. I could feel the person holding it start pushing, harder and harder. I strained to tighten my rear and keep this ‘thing’ out of me, this was NOT part of my fantasy at all. I twisted and struggled to prevent this violation. After only a few seconds of my violent reaction I heard Lora’s voice say “Fuck this, give the bastard a couple of good shocks!” Almost immediately I felt first  one and then a second, hard electric shock on my balls. I strained against the hands holding me until the third shock. This one was severe enough to just make me freeze and give a little whimper. Fortunately the whimper was too weak to trigger the throat collar. I gave up my struggles and reluctantly accepted the inevitable.

When I did, the probing object began entering me. It seemed to just get thicker and thicker, and go deeper and deeper, stretching me so wide I thought I’d split open. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore something seemed to give and I felt the huge mass move inside me. Once the thickest part passed the opening of my rear I could feel my body seem to clench around it and draw it deeper. I briefly tried to push it out but before I could succeed one of my captors pulled a strap attached to my waist belt between my legs and up between my ass-cheeks where she buckled it to the back of the waist belt. In this position it firmly anchored the plug in place giving me no chance to expel it. Accompanied by more giggling, my panties were pulled into place and I was allowed to close my legs.

For the next couple of minutes I gingerly worked my legs closer and closer together, allowing myself time to become accustomed to the huge object filling me up. I guess they’d been waiting for me to adjust because once I was standing straight up again there was a tug on my leash. I was led outside and pulled into the back seat of some car. Walking and even bending was tolerable, though uncomfortable, but when they had me sit it was terrible. The moment I sat down my rear compressed against the plug and made it feel even larger than before. They buckled my seatbelt and snugged it down tight to keep me from moving around. One of the girls (Susan?) sat beside me and after we started moving, took advantage of my situation. I first felt her softly slide her hand up my stockinged thigh and then caress the inside of my thigh near the stocking top. A moment later she was rubbing against the panty and gently feeling my tightly strapped balls and cock. She nudged down the panty and let my balls and dick spring free in the cool air. I could feel her running her fingernails up and down the shaft, teasing me. 

I couldn’t take too much of this. I began gently thrusting my hips against the seatbelt and rocking just a bit. I wanted to make sure she understood how much I was enjoying this and encourage her to continue. Just the opposite occurred though. She stopped rubbing and reached down further to grasp my balls. Strapped the way they were they made a nice pleasant handful for her. At first it felt pretty good but she kept squeezing harder and harder. I tried reflexively to pull away but that just made the pain worse. Then she added an extra torment by twisting them while she squeezed. All the previous pleasure I’d felt was forgotten. My cock shrank away to nothing which seemed to be her goal as she relaxed her efforts a bit. I noticed that she kept a firm grasp on my balls for the rest of the trip and would give them an occasional yank seemingly just to make sure I understood her power. 

Eventually we reached our destination and the hood was removed from my head. Able to breathe at last I didn’t get too much chance to look around before being led by my leash into the house. 

All the interior lights were turned off and the whole house dark when they led me in. I was stopped at some point and my ankles strapped together. A chain from the ceiling was fastened to the back of my neck collar and snugged up. So here I was, standing bolt upright, clad only in sheer panties, a bra, stockings and high-heels. I couldn’t even turn my head from side to side, only my eyes were mobile, but I could imagine the sight I would make if the lights were on. “Is ‘it’ in position?” I heard a voice ask. “It’s ready Traci, you can turn the lights on now.” With that, a pair of powerful spotlights came on, focused on me. Too bright for me to see beyond them, I could only listen to the disembodied voices.

Traci began outlining the rules. I needed to realize that for the next 6 weeks I was a slave. Not a pretend slave, not a wannabe slave. A real slave. Something that could and would be disciplined severely for any and all transgressions. It was important that I accept this fact quickly, that instant and perfect obedience was the only thing that would make the following time less unpleasant for me.  To help me ‘understand’, for the next 12 hours they were going to ‘hurt’ me. When she said ‘hurt’, there was a certain savoring tone to her voice and she explained further. The three of them had different class schedules so they’d divided up the time into shifts. During each shift one girl would be responsible for torturing me. She could use any means she wished, as long as it was painful for me. Once I understood that each of them was willing to hurt me and would not hesitate to do so, and most importantly, that I COULDN’T STOP THEM, then they could settle down into using me for my slave duties. “You’d better remember though, for the next few weeks, none of us need a reason to hurt you, we can do it just because we WANT to, so you’d better try damn hard to keep us from wanting to.”

With that said the flood’s were turned off and the regular room lights brought up. I could see my ‘captors’ clearly for the first time. Traci was wearing some snug jeans and a thin, white T-shirt with no bra underneath. She may have appeared rather plain all the other times I’d seen her but she’d shed her frumpy look and really changed. She still had fairly broad shoulders but there was a very trim waist to complement that. Her T-shirt didn’t do anything to conceal  the fact that she carried a really impressive pair of breasts of at least DD cup size. Judging from the way her nipples tented up the fabric, she was enjoying things so far. Lora was a rather petite young lady with shoulder length brown hair. She had opted for a lycra body suit in lime green. She seemed to be the ‘hard body’ type since she was quite trim, having smooth but fairly well defined muscles. Perhaps as a result of much exercise she wasn’t as ‘well-endowed’ with breasts as Traci, her’s still looked like a very tasty mouthful though under that shiny fabric. 

The third member of the household was Susan. Now Susan was clearly the most intense of the three. For her part in the abduction she’d chosen to slide on a pair of extremely tight, cream colored, lace up leather pants and a bright red PVC top (also lace up) that left her midriff bare. Even with the active nature of the evenings abduction she’d chosen to wear a pair of 3” strap on spike heels. Just perfect. Now, this girl could have made centerfold for a skin magazine. This little (5’2”) oriental beauty had long, straight, shiny black hair. She was almost bursting out of the top she’d chosen with a pair of tit’s that looked the size of cantaloupes, large and heavy, WAY out of proportion to the rest of her body. She had the kind of pouty lips that normally required cosmetic surgery to obtain. Damn, everywhere I looked I saw hot women and my cock reflected that. 

Sweet little Susan made a gesture towards my rigid member and commented to the other ladies, “We’re going to have to do something about that!” Traci picked up something from the kitchen counter and said, “Way ahead of you Susie, this little toy is just perfect for keeping cocks under control.” “This is called a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet, or a KTB for short. It’s a stainless steel band lined with wicked sharp spikes. You lock it around some guys dick when he’s soft and if he tries to get hard, well, those spikes will change his mind about that!” “We each get a separate lock and our own special key and we’re going to all put the locks on together. That way it takes ALL of us to take this thing off and let him get hard again.” “There’s NO WAY he’s even going to WANT a hardon without OUR permission from now on.”

Traci made sure to show me the KTB before the put it on and it looked rough. Just as she’d described, it was a hinged band of stainless steel about 1” wide and probably 1/16” thick with dozens of what looked like 3/8” long needle-sharp spikes on it’s inside. Around the outside there was a hasp with triple loops to take the three small locks Traci’d found for it. All in all, it did NOT look like something I wanted to have wrapped around my cock, but also that once in place it wasn’t likely to come off without three sets of keys. I sort of suspected that in my current position I wasn’t going to be asked my preference and so it proved. 

Lora asked Traci and Susan if she could be the one to take care of getting my dick soft and was told to ‘go for it’ by them. She emerged from her room in a few moments with a medium large rubber band which she’d cut in half. On one end she’d tied a knot. After fishing my cock out from my panties and pulling my foreskin down to expose it’s purple head she began. Using my cockhead for target practice, she’d stretch the rubber band to it’s limit and then let the knotted end snap against it. With the first ‘snap’ I couldn’t help it, I yelped. Of course, the shock collar did it’s thing, reminding me against speaking with a not-so-friendly jolt. I heard Susan comment in the background to Traci that it looked like ‘that’ would REALLY hurt, (if I could have spoken I would have fully endorsed that assessment). With Lora’s aim getting better and better I struggled to dodge away and avoid those stinging snaps. When she saw that Lora was beginning to miss occasionally, Traci reached between my legs from behind and grabbed my balls. When she pulled them HARD back between my legs I could no longer move without risking their loss. It took only a few more direct hits on the delicate area just under my dickhead to take my mind entirely off arousal and focus it on pain. Lora didn’t relent as my cock started to soften, rather, she seemed to get faster and more accurate, as though she were intent on  getting in as many flicks as possible before being stopped. 

Finally, my dick was totally soft and as tiny as it could get. Lora at last relented. By this time I was hurting so much I didn’t care WHAT they did so long as this abuse of my dick stopped. My balls were aching from Traci squeezing them, my dickhead was on fire and I just wanted it all to stop, this was WAY too much reality for my fantasy to handle. 

Lora triumphantly exclaimed to her audience “See, I told you I could take care of it!” She firmly grabbed my dickhead and stretched out my shaft as far as it would go while Traci wrapped the KTB around it just behind the head. With three distinct clicks each lock took it’s place and my erections were now completely out of my control. After ‘her’ lock snapped shut, Lora leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just wait until it’s MY turn with you, I’ve got a great supply of rubber bands!” 

Cute little Susan got up and sauntered over to me. I couldn’t help myself. Just watching those tits of hers jiggle every time her high heels clicked on the floor got me aroused. My cock had just begun to swell when I felt the first prick from the spiked ring around it. It was much too late to stop and as I grew harder the spikes bit harder and sharper. After only a few seconds I closed my eyes and desperately concentrated on my cock, willing it to soften, begging it to soften. I thought pure thoughts. Finally the pain from that damn ring was too much even with such a sexy woman in front of me and my dick relaxed. The pain diminished with it but WHEW this was going to be rough. “Welcome to Kali” Traci said, not even trying to hide the satisfaction she felt at it’s success.

Still breathing heavily (through my nose) Susan led me down some steps into the basement. (The other two held my arms to steady me in recognition of my unfamiliarity with the high-heels I wore, a gesture I appreciated) When I looked around I saw the ceiling was covered with heavy blankets tacked to the joists and they’d had to push aside another quilt in the stairwell. At one end of the room they’d set up a large child’s swing set frame,  at the other a sturdy looking sawhorse was bolted to the floor. (bolted?) Noting my curious expression, Traci explained that they’d done the ‘decorating’ in my honor, they didn’t want anyone to feel ‘inhibited’ from making noise and the blankets effectively muffled sounds. In fact, she said, they’d turned a ‘boom-box’ to max volume there in the basement, and with the blankets in place and the door closed, couldn’t hear a sound right outside the door or outside the house. I was starting to feel some apprehension at all these preparations. These ladies had clearly done some planning and were taking things to a level I hadn’t expected…what were they planning for me?

No, Wait just a minute now. NO! I had to cancel this whole thing, this was going WAY farther than I’d expected. I tested the ‘cuffs on my wrists, no way out of those things without the key. I realized that I had to get through to the girls that things needed to stop. I put on my best, serious expression, pleading with my eyes and body language. I held my ‘cuffed hands away from me, presenting them for a key as though to say ‘well, this has gone far enough, but I’ve changed my mind and let’s end this little game now’. HAH! They recognized my message well enough. Susan acknowledged that readily. “Guess you’d like to stop now, huh?” (I enthusiastically  nodded at this, and let my eyes show gratitude at her perception) “So you WERE joking about your fantasy?” (more nods) “You didn’t REALLY mean it when you signed that liability release and the slave agreement?” (I was shaking my head ‘no’ as best I could with the high collar) “So…you’d like us to take the chains off and take you back home?” (Slow, grateful nod) “TOO…FUCKING…BAD…ASSHOLE…” (Oh shit, no! ) “You’re OURS until WE say so.” “You DO NOT get a choice anymore and you’re GOING to do EVERY GODDAMNED THING YOU AGREED TO.” You WILL obey and you WILL please us every way we want.” “You’re going to honor that agreement TO THE LETTER”…”And so are we” (this last was said softly, sensually, savoring the words)

 Oh shit, OH Shit, OH SHIT, they weren’t going to stop, this wasn’t going to end now, they were actually going to go through with this thing. NO, NO, NOOOOO

In moments they had me bent over the end of the sawhorse. (When your balls are being squeezed and yanked hard, thoughts of resisting take a somehow lower priority.) My feet were spread and strapped to the legs and my neck collar fastened to a ring to keep me stretched along the length of the sawhorse. A strap looped around the end of the sawhorse was run across my hips and was tightened to pull my lower torso hard against the wooden surface. More straps around my shoulders kept my upper body plastered down.. Not satisfied, they ran more to secure my thighs against the legs in yet another place. By now I could wiggle my fingers and that was about all. I only THOUGHT I’d been helpless before. This was a bad, very BAD position to be in. Bent over the end of the sawhorse and strapped as I was, my ass presented itself to be whipped to ribbons should they choose to do so. My strapped balls and ‘Kali’d’ dick had been pulled out through the leg opening of my panties and hung loose and free from any hint of protection from my legs. Even my ‘boobs’ rested quite neatly on either side of the top of the sawhorse and I couldn’t even shift my chest by so much as an inch to defend them. I had no illusion that the skimpy bra I still wore would provide any defense from abuse.

“Traci, why don’t you and Lora go on to bed, I can handle things from here on.” Susan sounded utterly confident with these words. “Ok, I do have an early class tomorrow, oops, I mean today, so you guys have fun now.” With that Traci bent down and gave me a light kiss on the cheek and a somewhat firmer slap on the ass and went upstairs. Lora sounded a bit envious as she commented, “I guess I’ll go to, I’ve got to get my rest for my ‘shift’, I’d hate to give him less than my best effort. In fact, I think instead of going to the gym to workout this morning, I’ll get my exercise working ‘him’ over, it should be a fun day…well for me it will, maybe not for him.”