I had a full night planned for my slave wife. I left her a note telling her to be prepared for an epic D/s night. Darkness came and I ordered her to go over to our casita where I had left her wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar with a leash, a black very short skirt, and a thin chain halter top which left her breasts fully exposed. I prepared our BDSM playroom, put in my favorite slave training dvd, and texted her to come back to the house. I knew her heart must be pounding and her stomach churning as she crossed the yard with a breeze blowing up her skirt (no panties) and her virtually naked top exposed for anyone to see.
Five minutes passed and she still hadn't come through the door to kneel before her Master. I texted her that there would be ten extra very hard swats for every minute that passed as I knew this would hasten her arrival. Another five minutes passed, and now I was pissed. I stormed out of the house towards the casita to fetch the wench, and halfway across the yard I noticed a small light in the grass. It was a phone. Her phone. What the hell, I wondered?
I searched the casita and saw the clothes she had gotten out of in order to put on the outfit I had set out for her. As I stood there figuring out my next steps, her phone buzzed with a text message. I looked at the message which read "we have your wife," and then a photo came through showing her sitting in the back of a van with her hands tied to the ceiling, her beautiful breasts exposed by the slim chain halter top, her quim also exposed as her short skirt had flipped up, and with a terrified look on her face.
I immediately texted back "please don't hurt her...what do you want?" The reply came back with another photo; this time with a masked man squatting behind her with his hands cupping her breasts and the words "we have what we want"!
As I stood there, scared and furious, yet another text came through with an address and a message for me to arrive alone and to bring $1,000 of ransom. And then "you might want to hurry before we do countless dirty things to this slut."
I stopped by two ATMs to get the $1,000 and quickly drove to the address I had been given, which appeared to be a fairly ordinary cottage-style house on the outskirts of town. A note on the door told me to proceed to the basement, and when I got downstairs I saw a nicely decorated room, lit by gaslight which gave it a surreal feeling, and filled with bondage devices. One such device was an electric winch lift, and yes, dangling from the ceiling with her hands tied above her head and her feet barely touching the floor was my pretty slave wife. Before I could move forward, two men grabbed me and quickly bound me to a large chair using strong ropes until I could barely move.
"Let the games begin," one of the men uttered. "We have been watching your house, and have noticed the games you two naughty people play."
"We like little slave sluts too, so here we are!"
With that, one guy walked over to my wife and slowly, very slowly, pulled her short skirt to the floor as she squirmed and rotated helplessly with her feet barely touching the floor. Then he undid the top and bottom of the chain halter top until it too hit the floor. My slave wife dangled there now completely naked except for the collar and leash. The guy groped her breasts and very slowly moved his hands down her body until he dipped a finger into her pussy. "Holy shit, buddy," he said while staring at me, "this slutty little thing is wet!"
I had regained my senses and finally spoke up. "Guys, I brought the $1,000. Just take it and let us go".
"Well not until we've played some games," came the reply. They then took my slave wife down from the lift and placed her in heavy wooden stocks with her head and hands through holes from which she couldn't escape. Her legs were spread and chained to the outside of the contraption. This left her nice ass and pussy fully exposed.
"Now then," one man addressed me, "we will give you two options. You are to pick one or the other, and if you don't we will cause your wife to feel extreme pain." With that, he held up a stun gun with the knob turned up fully.
"Option 1 is we both fuck her. Option 2 is we insert a butt plug and a vibrator and watch her squirm."
"Option 2," I replied miserably. They immediately lubed up a medium sized butt plug and inserted it, and then fired up a wand and held it to her pussy. Before too long, her body responded and she began to squirm and squat slightly to better feel the vibrator. Although unhappy, I shamelessly watched intensely. After edging her about 10 times but never allowing an orgasm, they turned off the vibrator leaving her sobbing and shaking.
"Option 1 is we both get a blow job from her and she will swallow. Option 2 is we spank that cute ass until it's as red as a firetruck."
"Neither" I replied thoughtlessly, "just take the money."
One guy immediately turned the stun gun down halfway and jabbed it in my slave wife's side and pulled the trigger. She shot up as far as the stocks allowed, and screamed with fear, anger and pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.. .option 2," I yelled. With that, the men took turns with a flogger, a paddle, and a horse quirt. Soon her ass was bright red and she was breathless with her head hanging down.
They then let my slave wife out of the stocks and tied her spread eagled on a bondage bed. "Now it's your turn to pick from options," they told my wife. "Option 1 is we spank your husband's dick until it bleeds. Option 2 is we put him in the stocks and butt fuck him." My slave wife was very very quiet and took quite some time as she pondered which option to choose.
Very softly, she finally raised her head up and said "I want both of you to fuck me as much as you want, and leave my Master alone."
The men acted incredibly surprised, and went off to a corner of the room to discuss the situation. They then came over to me and took the $1,000 out of my pocket. Then they untied my slave wife from the bondage bed and helped her to her feet, fondled her breasts a minute, stuck a finger in her glory hole and took one last smell, and brought her over to me. "We don't mess with True Love," one man said, and with that they bounded up the stairs, got in their van and drove off.
My slave wife untied me, put on her chain halter and short skirt, handed me the leash tied to her collar, and said "take me home…"
As we drove home, I said, "I can't believe they just let us go without fucking you or hurting me… it's a miracle!"
"Not really," my slave replied, "they are honorable men who performed the exact job to my explicit directions for the $1,000 I promised them."