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Storycodes: Sbm; cd; lingerie; cuffs; caught; F/m; hum; oral; cons/reluct; X
My name is John and I am a 32 year old male who was bored and unhappy with my job and life in general so I decided to try something new. Little did I know how drastic the change was going to be. I can no longer say that I am bored, but in many ways I am still unhappy, but this is unhappiness of a different kind.
I moved out of state and became a Real Estate agent. I liked the idea of being my own boss and being able to meet all sorts of different people. I signed on with a large Real Estate firm in the area and was quickly getting my feet wet. I enjoyed the work and was beginning to make descent money. The only trouble I had was with a woman named Bridget Baker, or as I called her the “Big Bitch”. One day she overheard me calling her that and she shot me a stare that could kill. She was the most obnoxious woman I had ever met.
I had an apartment which I had leased for the year. When I wasn’t working I was doing my favorite thing in the world, putting myself in bondage. I have had this fetish for the past 10 years and I was very careful to keep it a secret although my secret fantasy was to someday be discovered. I probably really didn’t want that to happen, but the thought and possibility of it happening one day just increased the experience all the more. Now that I had moved and begun a new job I thought it was time to get a little more daring.
In the past I had always just bound myself in my house or apartment but today I was going to do something really wild. It was Sunday evening, and tomorrow was a slow day in the Real Estate business. I put a recording on my phone saying that I was unavailable until Tuesday morning. I was going to implement my most daring bondage session. I had been aware of this large house on the outskirts of town that had not been sold in almost a year. And to my knowledge an agent hasn’t even shown it in months. It was a nice house, and very secluded. The next nearest house was nearly a mile away. This was going to be where I bound myself. Since I had the code to the Lock Box on the door getting in would not be a problem and I was sure that no one would come by and catch me in the act.
I went to the house around 11:00 p.m. Sunday evening and brought all my gear with me. When I arrived at the house I went to second floor and started putting my plan in motion. First I was going to dress myself, as I always do, like a slut. I took off all my clothes and before I began to put on my slutty outfit there was one other thing I needed to do. I decided that tonight I was going to wear a male chastity device. Not only would this prevent me from cumming but it would also “discourage” any unwanted sexual thoughts. After I had this securely locked in place I put I put on a pair of bright red panties followed by a black garter belt and stockings. I then put on a tight spandex slip and on top of that a short black skirt. I put on a bustier and a silk white blouse. I then put on bright red lipstick, some eye shadow and make-up. I then put on my 5” high heels as well as a long brunette wig. I was now ready to begin the bondage.
I first walked to the other end of the house and put the keys I would need to release myself in the bedroom that was furthest away. I then returned to the bedroom I got dressed in. I secured myself with ankle cuffs and then secured these with a chain to the radiator in the corner of the room. I had purchased a neat little lock I found that was set on a timer which would release the chain from the radiator at a pre-determined time. I next wrapped my legs above and below my knee and around my thighs. I next put in my penis gag, it only seemed right for a slut to suck on a dick all night long. I then set the timer around the radiator for 8 hours. That would release me by 7:00 am and hopefully by 8:00 I would be able to wiggle over to the other bedroom to get the keys to release my hands, ankles and dick. I then put my hands behind my back and put on the padded handcuffs. I was now dressed to kill, with literally no where to go. I writhed around in my bondage trying to bring myself some sexual release but that was not going to happen. The more I thought about cumming the worst it got. I had forgotten how effective a chastity belt could be in taming one’s desires and thoughts.
I fell asleep sometime in the middle of the night and when I woke up it took a moment for me to remember where I was and why I couldn’t move. I really had to pee and my body was aching all over. I didn’t know what time it was but it seemed to be getting lighter outside. I figured that I had an hour or so to go. I tried to make the best of it.
All of a sudden I thought I heard a noise outside. I strained to listen closer and I recognized the sound of a car coming down the gravel road leading to the house. I began to panic.. I had parked my car in the back of the house but if anyone got close enough they might see it. I thought to myself that I was an idiot for taking such a risk in the first place. Just then I heard a “Click” and I knew that my feet were free from the radiator. I tried to stand but that was impossible. I couldn’t get myself off the ground with my legs so tightly bound. I had to inch across the floor on my stomach. I heard the car stop and the car door open and then slam shut. My pulse raced and I quickened my pace although moving quickly was difficult the way I was hobbled. As I was scooting down the hallway I heard someone fiddling with the doorknob. I went even faster. I heard the door open and shut. Would I be caught and by whom. I went even faster, but in my haste I bumped into the wall and made a “thud”.
“Is anyone home? Is anyone up there” A woman’s voice said echoing throughout the house.
Oh my God, it sounded like Bridget! I had to go fast if I were to have a chance. “Thud” Oh shit! I hit the wall again. I could now hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Is anyone up there? Let me know who you are or I’ll call the police. I have my cell phone in my hand and I’ll dial 9-1-1.”
I had to get away but I couldn’t move fast enough. I then heard Bridget gasp!
“Oh my God! What happened to you! Has someone kidnapped you and raped you. Don’t worry mam, I will help you.”
Oh no, I thought, Bridget thinks I am a woman who has been kidnapped.
“Don’t be afraid I won’t hurt you,” Bridget said as she placed her hand on my shoulder.
My whole body trembled as Bridget turned me over on my back. As I rolled over I felt the keys underneath me.
“What!” Bridget exclaimed. “You aren’t a woman! Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“Mmmmmph, Mmmmmph” I uttered into my gag. I was trying to free my hands with the keys.
“Let’s take this silly wig off and see what you look like. JOHN?!?! Is that you. What in the hell are you doing here dressed like this?”
I was now arching my back trying to get to the handcuffs.
“What do you have underneath you?” Bridget said as she tried to roll me over.
I fought the best I could and even though I outweighed Bridget by a hundred pounds and were 8 inches taller I didn’t have a chance the way I was bound.
“What have we here? A set of keys. Are you trying to get out?”
“Mmmmmph, Mmmmmph” I said as I struggled in vain to try to sit up and get the keys from Bridget.
“Here, let’s take that out of your mouth so you can talk” Bridget said as she removed my penis gag.
“Bridget, you've got to let me go” I screamed.
“Hold on a minute. What are you doing her and why are you dressed like that?”
“Come on Bridget give me the keys.”
“Okay John if you don’t want to talk to me then I’ll just have to make that 9-1-1 call like I said earlier and report an intruder. Do you want the police to come and sort this out?”
“No Bridget. No. Not that!”
“Then talk to me. What are you doing here like this?”
“Bridget this is quite embarrassing. I never expected anyone to see me like this.”
“Well it’s too late for that isn’t it. If you don’t start talking right now I will call the police and don’t think I won’t. What is it you call me at the office, the ‘Big Bitch’? It seems only right that I should live up to your billing.”
“Bridget I have been into self-bondage for many years and I like to dress like a woman when I do it. I came here last night around 11:00 and was hoping to be long gone before anyone showed up.”
“Well I guess you miscalculated didn’t you. Now the problem is what am I going to do with you?”
“What do you mean ‘do with me?’”
“John this is too great an opportunity to pass up. If I just let you go then I wouldn’t be the ‘Big Bitch’ would I?”
“Bridget I am sorry for calling you that. Now please let me go, you’ve had your fun.”
“John I am sure you think you are sorry for calling me that but you don’t know what sorry is yet. And as for fun, I think the fun is just beginning. Now wait here, I’ll be right back.”
I laid there helpless on the floor as I heard Bridget go down the stairs. I knew that whatever was coming that it wouldn’t be good. I heard her door open and shut and then I heard her ascend the stairs.
“Smile and say cheese,” Bridget said.
She had brought up the digital camera she used to take pictures of houses so she could post them online. She must have taken 40 pictures of me in various humiliating poses.
“I’ll be back in a bit John. I need to take these pictures home and keep them in a safe place for future reference. I will be back in about an hour. Don’t go anywhere.”
When she left I knew I was in trouble. She could blackmail me with those pictures and there was nothing I could do about that. As I laid there awaiting her return I chastised myself for letting my stupid dick let me get into such a predicament. Bridget finally returned after what seemed like an eternity. Not only was I petrified but my bladder was ready to explode.
“John I think from now on things are going to change. What is the phrase I sometimes hear? Now I remember, ‘You are my Bitch’. Unless you want the world to know what kind of little slut you are you will do everything I say. Is that clear?”
I was too shocked to answer.
“Is that clear, Bitch?”
“Yes it is.”
“Good. Let me lay down the law. From now on when we are alone you will call me Mistress B. I will call you slutty Sally. I am going to buy this house and you will move in here with me. You will live in the cellar in a little cage. You will continue to work and all the money you make will be mine. When you are home you will dress like the little slut you are. You will do the chores and only speak when spoken to. You will not cum again unless I give you permission and I don’t see that happening anytime in the near future. You will continue to wear your chastity belt for as long as I say. Is all this clear slutty sally?”
“Yes Mistress B.” I said with my head bowed.
“Is there anything you would like to ask me?”
“Yes Mistress may I please go the bathroom I really have to pee?”
“You may, but only after you service me. You see my pleasures will always come before your needs.”
Mistress B. then sat up against the wall and spread her legs wide exposing her pussy.
“Crawl to me slutty Sally and service me with your mouth until I say stop. Then, and only then will you be allowed to go the bathroom.”
I inched my way over to her and couldn’t believe what I was about to do. This was the woman I despised most in the world and now she had complete control over me. I made it to her pussy and reluctantly began to lick my new Mistress.
“That’s it Sally, lick it good. Sally did you ever think the ‘Big Bitch’ would really turn out to be just that. But isn’t it all so strange? You use to think you could make fun of me and get away with it but the tide has changed. From now on you will like my cunt wherever and whenever I want. Life is good. All you have to do is be in the right place at the right time. Ohhhh, Ahhhhhhh, don’t stop slutty Sally….”