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| Name: | JR Kelling |
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| Comments: | The Cottage
My Austrian second cousin Heidi (he one who was a Belle in the Austrian police force) and I were down from Scotland and it was Burns night. We were beginning to be an item We were both sitting in this little cafe just before the B&D Burns Night Ball,dressed appropriately in a knee lenght kilt and boots (as it was ferociously cold that evening). Suddenly three policewomen from the Belles special task force came in and one of them arrested Heidi. She twisted Heidi's arms behind her back before cuffing her. As I tried to intervene, the other two each took one of my arms and twisted them behind my back as I stood up. I hunched forward and one of them kicked the back of my knees forcing me into a kneeling position and then she took over the other wrist of mine from her colleague. She then placed her booted foot on the back on my knee forcing me to remain kneeling but in a very upright position. Her colleague then put a dog collar around my neck and then tied my wrists together (still twisted up my back) and then attached them to the dog collar. You can guess that I felt helpless as I knelt there with the Belle cop holding me down with her foot on the back of my knee. The Chief of Belles then came in and stood before me She was a magnificent specimen of tough womanhood seductively dressed in a red leather shirt and white blouse and in magificent riding boots. " I told you to stay out of this" she said to Heidi and me, Heidi having now also been forced to her knees in front of the Chief. "That was an order. Now I am going to have to enforce my order." It was all to do with the financial affair that was going on in my office that Heidi and I had discovered. Or so I thought. "However, as I can't get that through to the two of you, I am going to put you in bondage until this is over." And with that we were hauled of to the awaiting police wagon, where we were shoved in the back with two of the Belles. Heidi and I were then both shoved on our stomachs and hogtied. "That should keep you docile" one of them said. As Heidi opened her mouth to protest, a gag was inserted into her mouth. " Have you got something to say too" the other Belle asked. I shook my head. We travelled about ten miles until we came to an old cottage in the woods - far from the maddening crowd. We were released from the hogtie and led into the house. Heidi's gag was removed on the condition she kept her mouth shut. "Actually this is one of our safe houses" the Chief said "And you will be out guests." We were shoved to our knees again and then allowed to sit. Heid was almost comfortable in her cuffs but my wrists were aching. "Please" I pleaded with the Chief "will you release my arms, as they are killing me" And with that the two Belles came over and untied me. "Get yourself a drink" the Chief said and I got up and stretched my legs. "Don't you wnat to know why Heidi's still manacled" the Chief said. " I have learnt to keep my questions to myself this evening" I replied, secretly enjoying the sight of Heidi in kilt and boots, hand cuffed behind her back and sitting demurely on the floor in front of the fire. She just looked so cute. " I know you think she looks cute" the Chief said mischeviously." We have seen the magazines in yoru appartment." "Well she's yours this evening - only the cuffs will stay on. I know you won't take off with Heidi as her hands cuffed behind her back and she wouldn't get far in the woods like that." "Have a nice evening. Oh by the way I'll leave the Fonz with you for protection and to stop you escaping." Well, the Fonz was a beautiful woman, muscular, six foot two and all woman looking seducively cute in her boots and black skirt. She could ahve been a model. "Don't try anything on the Fonz - she'll have you for breakfast" was the Chief's parting words. And with that she left. "Want some food" the Fonz said and I replied affirmatively. Heidi looked at me forlornly. "Sorry Heidi" I said "I can't do anything about your cuffs. And there is no way I will be able to take the keys from the Fonz" After 15 mins, the Fonz came in from the kitchen but she looked different. I looked puzzled until I realised that there were two women next to her and her hands were tied behind her back. Not only tied behind her back but there was also rope tied around the top of her torso forcing her breasts to stick out - like a Sergent Major's on parade ground. Her elbows had been tied together. She was also ball gagged and blindfolded. "Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers" the woman with the gun said. I complied "Down on your knees" Again I complied. The scene was surreal. I was on my knees, hands behind my head with fingers interlocked. Heidi was handcuffed and sitting on the floor and the Fonz was hooded and gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, her torso was roped and the end of the rope was used to pull her into the room. The woman with the gun gave her colleague a piece of rope and she approached me. She pushed me forward on my stomach lowering me down with my long hair until I was on the floor. She them hopped onto my back - and took my right arm and twisted it behind me back so my hand was almost touching the base of my neck. Lucky I was double jointed as that didn't really hurt at all. She did the same with my other hand but then tied the two togther at the base of my back, slid the rope around my stomack and the tied it off so my hands were tied tightly together and to the base of my back. The woman then came and uncuffed Heidi. "Heidi dear" she said " Not much of a gentleman" " I was pulled to my feet and Heidi took over. " I'll sort him out this evening" she smiled. The other woman looked at the Fonz and ran her hands over her . "And you my dear Fonz are mine this evening" The Fonz shuddered as she could guess what was coming. You see Maria Moriaty was the Chief of Belle's boss and she had a crush on the Fonz. I was going to be a long night for the Fonz |
| Name: | JR Kelling |
| E-mail address: | JR@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | The Manor
I met Lady Rosemary Kirtpatrick at a "skirt and boots" party organised by my girlfriend and her daughter Lady Jenny Kirkpatrick. I was debating going because it was a "skirt and boots" party. Lady Rosemary had been my Law school teacher at University and wow was she beautiful. How many of us first year lads fantasied at going out with her. After leaving law school and entering Lady Rosemary's law firm, I had been out with her daughter Jenny, who had similar tastes to her mother. And so I was invited to Jenny's birthday "skirt and boots" party. As I was the only bloke, they made it easier on me by allowing me to wear a kilt in place of a skirt. But I still looked feminine in the boots. During that evening, Lady Rosemary surprised me, when she came up behind me and handcuffed my wrists behind my back. How Jenny laughed as I struggled to stop Lady Rosemary but she had the drop on me and I was quickly subdued. It may also have had something to do with the fact that she had two other women hold my arms behind my back as she applied the cuffs. The rest of the evening I was allowed to mingle with the women, but with my wrists handcuffed behind my back. The girls seemed to enjoy my plight and many hands ran under my kilt. Jenny was the most persistant and squeezed quite hard. The girls plied me with drink - after all I couldn't even hold a glass!! As the last guest left, I asked Jenny to release me. "You have to be kidding, doesn't he mum?" she said. "Yes" Lady Rosemary replied. " You are Jenny's present this evening" And so I was led to her bedroom. There were two dark and powerful Amazon types - dressed provocatively in leaher skirts, boots and blouses. As Jenny took the cuffs off, the two Amazons took my wrists and forced them high up my back in a "reverse prayer" while Jenny took some rope and tied them together. With the rest of the rope she secured the wrists to the rest of my body by wrapping coils around my body vey tightly. I was left helpless satnding there as she finished to examine her work of art. I was then taken to the training room and forced onto a training horse with my feet off the ground. They were then tied beneath the horse, the lights extinguished and I was left there for about 20 mins. I couldn't move. Jenny then returned and untied my feet and led me away from the horse. " Hey Jenn, come on please let me go" I said, just before the Amazons put a tight muzzle gag and harness on. My ankles were then shackled with tight leg irons. I was then led to Lady Rowena De Ville's car, the same Lady Rowena I had referred to as a horse. I was forced to my knees in the back of the Limosine, and the leg irons were removed. Lady Rowena then pushed me forward on my stomach and one of the Amazons tied my legs together and then hogtied me. "Jenny, you can have him later" Lady Rowena said "That's fine Auntie Ro" Jenny replied. "Just make sure he pays for calling your a horse". I shivered as Lady Rowena took me to her castle, her riding whip cracking down upon my legs from time to time on the road home. At the castle, I was led to the dungeon, where my wrsts were eventually released from the reverse prayer hold. However the Amazon took me to a post, shacked my harness to the top and twisted my arms behind my back and the post before tying them together again. And that is where I spent the first night. |
| Name: | JR Kelling |
| E-mail address: | JR@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Jenny led me upstairs. She laid a skirt and blouse out for me on the bed.
"You said you'd do anything for me" she said. "I have this fetish of men waering skirts and boots. So get changed" I had no choice. I had been stupid but I didn't want to be a liar, so I changed. I must say I looked really quite pretty in that black leather split side skirt and red silk blouse. As I finished dressing, Jenny came up behind me and twisted by arms behind my back - and then knotted my wrists together. As I went down first on my knees and then on my stomach, Jenny jumped onto my back and started to tie my elbows together. "You know that film you were watching with the girl being tied up really turned me on" she said. I grunted as my elbows came as close as they could togther. "Jenny, this isn't fair" I said. No not fair but yoiua re my fair one" shje replied as Anthea her sister came down and started to tied my legs together. "You see Anthea fancies you" Jenny said "Adieu and have a nice time" Anthea was beautiful kid of 18, who looked so cool in an outfit that could have been worn by Xena (from the film of Xena). I was turned over and Anthea dropped on me. "Just to let you know who is boss" she slapped my face a number of times until my face was red. "Ok you bitch" I replied and suddenly her fist smashed into my face and blood flowed from my nose. "You mean Mistress" she replied. "Try again" "Mistress" I replied. She then untied my legs and retied my hands so that they were in a reverse prayer position and then tied a dog collar and lead roudn my neck and led me to her room. There she attacked my hands to a pulley and yanked it high so I had to stand on tiptoe in a strappado. My legs were then spread with a spreader bar - the pulley had been released to allow me to drop slightly - and I stood there legs stretched apart and almost suspended from the ceiling. I was helpless and she knew it. She then brought in this beautiful black ebony girl into the room, her hands tied behind her. She too wore a skirt and boots but no top at all. The black woman knelt on a stool before me and Anthea wrenched my head back. "Now suck her breasts - and if you bite I will break your teeth one by one" And with that I started to suck the black womans breast. Anthea stood behind me encouraging me with a little reach beneath my skirt to my provate squeezing each time I didn't suck enough. Finally her friend was aroused and went and my head was allowed to flop forward. The black woman then reversed roles with Anthea and the same happened again. When they were both finished, I was released from the spread bar and the pulley and taken to lie in the kingsize bed next to them, gagged and my legs tied together - as they cuddled into the night. All could do was watch in fascination through my gag In the morning....... |
| Name: | J R Kelling |
| Comments: | Jenny led me upstairs. She laid a skirt and blouse out for me on the bed.
"You said you'd do anything for me" she said. "I have this fetish of men waering skirts and boots. So get changed" I had no choice. I had been stupid but I didn't want to be a liar, so I changed. I must say I looked really quite pretty in that black leather split side skirt and red silk blouse. As I finished dressing, Jenny came up behind me and twisted by arms behind my back - and then knotted my wrists together. As I went down first on my knees and then on my stomach, Jenny jumped onto my back and started to tie my elbows together. "You know that film you were watching with the girl being tied up really turned me on" she said. I grunted as my elbows came as close as they could togther. "Jenny, this isn't fair" I said. No not fair but yoiua re my fair one" shje replied as Anthea her sister came down and started to tied my legs together. "You see Anthea fancies you" Jenny said "Adieu and have a nice time" Anthea was beautiful kid of 18, who looked so cool in an outfit that could have been worn by Xena (from the film of Xena). I was turned over and Anthea dropped on me. "Just to let you know who is boss" she slapped my face a number of times until my face was red. "Ok you bitch" I replied and suddenly her fist smashed into my face and blood flowed from my nose. "You mean Mistress" she replied. "Try again" "Mistress" I replied. She then untied my legs and retied my hands so that they were in a reverse prayer position and then tied a dog collar and lead roudn my neck and led me to her room. There she attacked my hands to a pulley and yanked it high so I had to stand on tiptoe in a strappado. My legs were then spread with a spreader bar - the pulley had been released to allow me to drop slightly - and I stood there legs stretched apart and almost suspended from the ceiling. I was helpless and she knew it. She then brought in this beautiful black ebony girl into the room, her hands tied behind her. She too wore a skirt and boots but no top at all. The black woman knelt on a stool before me and Anthea wrenched my head back. "Now suck her breasts - and if you bite I will break your teeth one by one" And with that I started to suck the black womans breast. Anthea stood behind me encouraging me with a little reach beneath my skirt to my provate squeezing each time I didn't suck enough. Finally her friend was aroused and went and my head was allowed to flop forward. The black woman then reversed roles with Anthea and the same happened again. When they were both finished, I was released from the spread bar and the pulley and taken to lie in the kingsize bed next to them, gagged and my legs tied together - as they cuddled into the night. All could do was watch in fascination through my gag In the morning....... |
| Name: | Sissy Boy |
| E-mail address: | f_bryan21@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Hello,
I am 21-years-old and I am a crossdresser. I have been for a few years now, however, with school and all I have not been able to dress up as often. I also enjoy a little self-bondage from time to time. No one knows about my secrets. I am just looking to find new people (male or female) who may share the same interests as me. Please feel free to contact me via email if anyone would like to talk. |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | I was happy. The punishment from my aunt had stopped and Steph was in charge of me when we was together. I know my aunt had tried to talk to Steph, but Steph had brushed her off and told her and her mum (Mrs. Johnson) to back off from us. Steph had not been tied up for a long time and I had tied her up a couple of times when she requested me to do so.
Mrs. Johnson was away one weekend and I was told that by Steph that she wanted me over. I greeted Steph with a kiss and we had a good time over lunch. After lunch Steph took me upstairs to the bathroom. I felt a little unsure if I wanted to go into it and change, but Steph told me that I had to get over it and that it was only me and her now. I stripped and started to get dressed in the clothing that Steph had laid out for me. The silk panties, the seamless stockings, the silk bra and the silk camisole. Steph wanted to see me before I continued dressing. She adjusted the stockings a little and filled out the bra cups with silk scarfs. I was then sent back to the bathroom. Next came the white silk blouse that was button in the back, an blue underskirt with lace at the hemlines and a blue skirt that went just under my knees. It was tight and made me take smaller steps. Next came the high heels. I went out of the bathroom and presented myself to Steph. She approved me. She had me walk down to the kitchen again and she found a half apron that she tied on me tightly. - A housewife always wears an apron, she said and giggled. I smiled a little shyly. She lead me over to a chair, but before I was allowed to sit she tied my hands behind me with crossed wrists and tightly wrapped ropes. She made a good effort to make the ropes tight and they was unescapable. Next I was told to sit ladylike, so I crossed my legs. I had to hick up the skirt a little to manage to cross my legs. Steph took a long rope and tied my knees crossed and clinched the rope tightly. Next she tied my ankels and with my knees tied crossed she tied my left ankel with a rope attached to the left chair leg and my right ankel to the right chair leg. My legs was now secured to the chair. Steph ran her fingers around my neck as she found more ropes and then tied a rope over my lap. My legs was now pressed down towards the chair seat. Slowly any hope to escape was disapearing. Next she started to tie a rope around my waist. Securing my waist to the chair I could feel that I was starting to have an reaction in the panties. The rope was tight. Steph looped a long rope above and under my breasts and also over my arms so they was pressed against the chair. The rope pressed the fabrics tightly against my body and made the conture of my female shape get even more featured. She secured the rope tightly in the back of the chair. Next she took a scarf and cleavegagged me tightly. She traced her fingers on my neck and I shrivered. I could feel that I was hard in the panties and there was nothing I could do about it. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. - Now be the perfect housewife and sit still there and be quiet, she giggled and disapeared out of sight. I tested my ropes. They was tight. I couldn't move one bit and I liked this. Steph was a good tier and I enjoyed being tied up and dressed up with only her. Steph came back into the room. She had on a tight pink bikini that had ties in the back and neck. The cups barely covered her breasts and the panties was g-string type. She walked over to me and took a hold of my head. - Do you see anything you like, she said and pushed my head between her breasts. I could smell her. She smelled good. She let go of my head. She sat on my lap with my crossed legs. She wasn't heavy, but you could feel how the leg bones was pressed against each other. She kissed me again. - Going out to tan, see you around, housewife, she said and giggled as she left. I looked after her and could see her from where I sat. She took off her top when she was out side and laid down topless on the tanning bed. I felt my hard on geting harder. I struggled to get free, but I was bound to the chair. |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | My aunt was angry with me again. I had been "caught" talking to Steph and Mrs. Johnson didn't like that we had been that close to each other without any parental overlooker. So I was again punished. My aunt and Mrs. Johnson had big plans for me and Steph.
We was at Mrs. Johnsons place. My aunt had told my uncle that I was going on a trip with some friends. I was only going two blocks down the road. I was brought to Mrs. Johnsons place with a only my male cloths. I didn't need anything else had my aunt said. She followed me inside. Steph was siting in the living room doing her homework as we entered. We had to look down all the time while our "adult supervisors" was talking. I managed to catch a glanse of Steph. She smiled to me. I smiled back. My aunt left and we was commanded to go up to Steph's bedroom and stand with our hands behind our backs untill Mrs. Johnson came back. We did that, but we touched each other lightly before she managed to get back there. We was told to undress. We did it. I could see that Steph smiled when she looked over at my naked body. She most have liked what she saw. Mrs. Johnson brought forward the clothing. It was new and bought by her and my aunt. First we had to have on silk panties. The silk was soft against my private part. Mrs. Johnson made sure that it was tucked in right and I felt her hands around it. Next came a silk lacy bra. She padded mine out and over it came a silk camisole. Mrs. Johnson looked at us and told us that we looked good. I felt I was growing soon. She then found some silk dresses. The dresses was floor long and had a haltertop neckline. The dress was zipped in the back all to the neck and it had no sleeves. No slit in the side either. Before we had them on we had to put on stockings. White seamless stockings. It slided up my legs and was fasten to a gather belt we had to put on also. Then the dress was put on. Mrs. Johnson zipped us up.Next came long opera gloves that went to the elbows. The tight gloves made my arms feel cocooned. She then took our wrists behind us and tied them crossed. The long rope was crisscrossed behind us and was snuggly tighten into a knot. I felt how my arms now was useless allready. Next came our elbows. The rope was wrapped around our upperbodies pinning our arms to the backs and making the elbows and arms more useless. Next she gagged us with Steph's clean panties and scarfs. Our mouths was filled up and silenced. Mrs. Johnson then had us walk around in the house in our silk dresses. She told us to walk proudly. It was hard to be proud I thought, but I did as she told because her smacks in the back of my head was painfull. We walked around. I thought about being a supermodel when I walked around to get the right feeling for it, but it was hard to keep it up. The tight dress and gloves made sure that I remember I was dressed in woman's clothing.Not to forget the bra and panties. Garther belt and stockings. We marched around for twenthy mintues before we was ordered to go back upstairs again. Facing the wall Mrs. Johnson pulled out some chairs for us to sit on. We was tightly bound to the chairs with ropes around over upper bodies, lap and legs tied to the bar under the chair. We sat so that we looked at each other.We could only look at each other and it was hard not to feel some kind of sensention in my panties looking at Steph dressed and bound like this, but I had to try not to do anything that marked in the panties. We sat like this for an hour. Looking at each other. Trying to gag talk, but wasn't possible. We tried to break free, but couldn't. We was to securely tied up.So we sat there looking at each other feeling excited and not trying to show it. Finally Mrs. Johnson came back and she untied us from the chair. We still had the gags and hands tied behind us, but everything else was untied. We was marched to the basement. A small room was set up there that (I guess) that Steph could use with her friends. It had the female touch anyway. The room had a sofa, a table, some chairs and some shelfs. The floor had a nice soft carpet. We was told to lay down on the carpet. It was hard to get down with your hands tied behind you and a long skirted dress, but we got down on the floor. Mrs. Johnson hogtied us. Our legs was tied to our wrist ropes and it was a very tight hogtie that she had put us in. She then left us there hogtied on the floor. It was hard to lay like this. I felt my breasts pushed up in the bra and into my body. And my private was starting to enjoy this and press against the floor. I looked over to Steph. She was looking at me.I think she was smiling behind the gag so I tried to smile back. We rolled over to each other. We tried to stroke each other and managed some stroking, but it was hard with your legs tied to your wrists. But we managed some strokes.Steph manages to find my knots on my wrists and starts to untie them. Suddenly I am free from the wrist ropes. I roll over and unties her wrists.She undoes the gag and puts her fingers over my lips to tell me to be quiet. We hear that Mrs. Johnson is on her way down the stairs. Steph stands behind the door as Mrs. Johnson enters and grabs her from behind. - I will take over now mum, she says. Mrs. Johnson looks over her shoulder. Steph stuffs the panties in her mouth and gags her with the scarf. She quickly ties her wrists behind her and puts her into a tight hogtie. We can hear that someone else is coming down the stairs. It is my aunt.I lay down pretending to be hogtied. My aunt comes into the room and looks at us. - Mrs. Johnson? She says. Steph grabs her too and keeps her still. I get up from the floor and Steph ties my aunt up with the ropes. I gag her with my gag. Steph puts her into a tight hogtie too. - From now on I will be the one that ties up and dresses, Eric. Not anyone of you two, she says and we goes upstairs. Behind us we can hear angry mmmphs. Steph walks down again with her cell phone and takes some pictures of them to blackmail them into to stay away from me and her. Steph rubs my breasts. - You look so good at being a woman Eric. - Thank you. - Will you let me keep tying you up and dressing you up? - Yes, I would be honored to be your submissive girl, She smiles. Steph grabs me and holds me close as we kiss long. Her hand slides up the long skirt of the dress and finds my silk panties that are bulging. - You need to wear female underware more, she says. I just nods and submits to her. |
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| Comments: | again Eric i love this story i hope you can go on forever i check every day for the next part of this story x |
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| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | My aunt was going away for the day and since my uncle work all day so thougt my aunt it would be good for me to spend the time with Mrs. Johnson and Steph. I had nothing to say in the mather since she threaten to tell my uncle about my "crossdressing" fetish. So my aunt dropped me off at Mrs. Johnson and told me to behave.
I was dressed in a pink bikini panty and a sports bra. I had a camisole under my sweater and had a bag with me with more cloths if I needed a change. I was not happy when I rang the doorbell. Mrs. Johnson opened the door and let me inside. I was smacked on the back of my head because I didn't address her correctly. - You will call me Mrs. Johnson, she said stright. I was then guided to the bathroom where I was told to loose my male cloths and put on the skirt and blouse in there along with the socks and shoes. I sighed as I closed the door behind me. On a chair was a plaid skirt, a white blouse with frilly cuffs and neck and small white socks and shoes. I got dressed and walked out into the hallway. - Good girl, she said and lead me to Steph's room. Steph was dressed the same way. She sat on a chair bound and gagged. Mrs. Johnson tied me the same way to the chair as Steph was. I was gagged with a pair of Steph's panties and a scarf over the mouth. Mrs. Johnson went out and then locked the door behind her. Steph and I looked at each other. We was seated to far from each other to touch each other, but we could look at each other. We tried to do some gag talk, but it was hard.So we sat there. I could see how Steph's breasts was pressed against the fabric of her blouse and I looked down and saw how my breasts was the same. I felt a feeling in my bikini panties. Not long after Mrs. Johnson was back into the room. We was untied from the chairs and was told to go to the kitchen. We was still gagged and had our hands tied behind us.On the table was food. Breakfast. We had to promise to not yell or run away if Mrs. Johnson removed our gags or untied us. The promise was made just to be able to have some food - and to have our limbs untied. Mrs. Johnson left us for some minutes to use the bathroom. - I love you and I think you good in female cloths, Steph whispered to me. This was the first time she had spoken to me since we had been "introduced" to each other. - I love you too, I said. We touched each others knees before Mrs. Johnson came back into the kitchen again. We was brought up to the Steph's bedroom again. We was told to undress. We did very embarrased get undressed before each other. We looked at each other naked. We wasn't allowed to cover up. Mrs. Johnson found our new outfits. But first I had get my "female figure" as Mrs. Johnson said it. First I had to put on a pair of Steph's bikini panties. Then came one of her sports bras. Next came the bathing suit that she owned. Mrs. Johnson padded out the sports bra. Next came one of Steph's panties. Then came the petticoat. It was fasten in my waist. So came a long femini dress with frills and lace. It was fasten in the back with a zipper. Over this again came a pinafore that was buttoned in the back. Steph was commanded to tie me up. Mrs. Johnson told her how to tie me. This was the first time that Steph tied me up. And I felt better about it. Steph first tied my hands behind me crossed. Then she tied a rope below and above my breasts. This pushed my breasts more out and they jutted out since Mrs. Johnson had made sure that they was bigger then normal. Next came a rope around my knees under the dress and then my ankels. Mrs. Johnson had me sit down on the edge of Steph's bed. Mrs. Johnson had Steph dress up in a sports bra, panties, petticoat and a dress with a pinafore over it. She was tied up the same way that I was. We was then told to sit still on the bed while she was going to get something. Quickly while she was gone Steph leaned over and gave me a kiss. I blushed. Mrs. Johnson came back inside and we had to stand up. She had gotten some tape. She tape gagged us.Then she used the tape to tape us together at the waist. We was forced to stand like this for one hour while she was doing some housework downstairs. We gagkissed over the tape. Steph leaned her head against me and I could smell her hair. It smelled good. We could hear Mrs. Johnson come back and Steph stood up again. She untied just me and told me to change. My aunt was coming back. I looked at Steph as she was secured to the chair again while I had to change back into the cloths that I had been wearing when I got there. Mrs. Johnson sent with the bikini panties that I had "borrowed" from Steph and I got a hard smacking when I came back inside at my aunt. Telling me to behave around Steph. |
| Name: | Nic |
| Comments: | Eric your story is fantastic, please continue xxx |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | My aunt took me to Mrs. Johnson and Steph the next day. I was brought to Steph's room. Steph had on a long dress and a pinafore over it. I was told to strip and I knew that I had no other choice then to do that.
I was handed a bikini. It had wide straps over my sholders and a wide panty. I putted it on. My aunt padded out the cup in the bikini. She then handed me a long dress. I had to put it on. Next came the petticoat and then the pinafore. Steph and I was then tied up to two chairs. Our hands was forced behind the chair and tied tightly. Our legs was crossed and tied. Our upper bodies had ropes below the breasts. Our mouths was gagged with strips of cloth with big fat knots in them. We couldn't move. We was placed beside each other and then my aunt and Mrs. Johnson went downstairs. When they wasn't looking Steph and I leaned over against each other and gag kissed each other. We sat that like for two hours. My aunt checked my panties and found some spots. I was spanked before we went back home. |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | The next days I spent hogtied on the floor in my room. My aunt had been shoping and had bought me lots of "new cloths" for me to wear. I had on a pink panty and a training bra that she had stuffed out. She had me put on a blue swimsuit over this so that my girlish figure stood out. Over this again she had bought me a blouse and a skirt with petticoats. The skirt went to my knees.
So I laid there hogtied and gagged with her panties in my mouth. I heard her come running up the stairs and told me to behave or else. Next I knew Steph was over. She was told to play with me. Steph didn't want to, but was forced to feel my legs. She also had to feel my breasts. After this she was hogtied next to me by Mrs. Johnson. Steph had on a short miniskirt that when tied like that showed her panties. She had on a bra and over that she had a tight t-shirt that pressed against her body. We laid there struggling, but to no use. The ropes was tied tightly and the struggling just made it tighter. Mrs. Johnson and my aunt came back up again. They pulled us close and told us to kiss. We was gagged so how could we kiss. My aunt pressed my head against Steph as Mrs. Johnson held her head still. Our lips meet and we was "kissing". We laid still after that. I felt that my privat was stiff after this forcefull game. Steph winked at me. After they left we leaned in and kissed. It was strange to kiss someone while you both was gagged. I felt a turn on. I sort of enjoyed being tied up and kissing Steph. Not long after Steph and I was untied. We was expected to join Mrs. Johnson and my aunt for cake and soda. We sat in the sofa as two little girls. - See, it helps to hogtie them, Mrs. Johnson said. |
| Name: | Zak |
| Comments: | Very Nice stories |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | A year passed and I was on and off at my aunt and uncle. It was times when she tied me up and times when she didn't.
I was coming home from a trip at the beach and I noticed that a car was parked outside. My aunt had a visitor so it was safe to go inside - I thought. - Eric, this is Mrs. Johnson, she said. I said my hellos. - Mrs. Johnson has a son that is upstairs in your room, please come with us, my aunt Grace said and lead me upstairs. I my room was this boy; Derek. He was dressed a party dress and small white shoes. He was hogtied in my room. I turned around and my aunt held up a part dress for me. It was no use to run away. So I changed in the bathroom. It was Mrs. Johnson that tied me up. Her ropes was tightly bound around me. Hogtying me to the floor. As Derek I was gagged with one of my aunt's clean panties in my mouth and a scarf tied over it. We laid there struggling to get free while Mrs. Johnson and my aunt was downstairs talking. It was to no use. The ropes was tight and the knots out of reach. we tried to look at each others ropes, but the ropes was just cuting into us deeply and the knots hidden well. Suddenly the women came up again and Steph had joined them. Her daughter Chrissy was with them. She had on a bikini and a skirt. Mrs. Johnson hogtied her on the floor with us and Chrissy was gagged the same way as we was. - This is how to disiplin your kids, Mrs. Johnson said. - Hogtying them makes them remember who is in charge. You might add a crotch rope on them if they have been good, but just if they have been good. No need to spoil them. Then the women went down again and we was left hog tied on the floor. I sometimes looked at Chrissy and looked at how her breasts was pushed towards the floor in her bikini, but I tried not to do that a lot. It was a feeling in my panties when I did that and I didn't want to alert my aunt that I liked that since she was still punishing me for having had a picture of a girl in a bikini in my wallet. We laid there for two hours before we was released. Mrs. Johnson had Derek change into his normal cloths and he was handcuffed with his hands in front before they left for the day. Chrissy and Steph left as nothing had happen. And for me my aunt noticed some spots in my panties and spanked me before I was told to change into my normal cloths. - Mrs. Johnson and Steph will be back, Eric. Now we know how to disiplin you and don't think you will get away that easily. I know why those spots was in your panties. You was looking at Chrissy's breasts wasn't you? She said. I nodded. - You bikini lover, I will get you to stop loving that, she said and smacked my head. |
| Name: | slick |
| Comments: | Nice! |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | My aunt Grace took some days off from bothering me. She was planing something, but what I wasn't sure. I knew that she was going away om long shoping trips and came back with nothing.
Next week on monday she locked me in the bathroom and told me that my cloths that I had to wear was laying on the chair there. I looked around and saw a bunch of girl cloths laying there. It was a sportsbra, panties with lace, socks, camisole, patticoats and a short summerdress. Since my aunt had taken my cloths I had no other choice then to put on the cloths. I came out and she had me put on a blond wig. My arms was cuffed behind me and I was marched into my room again. To my shock a girl was there. It was Chrissy, the neighbour's daughter. She was bound and gagged. her hands was cuffed behind her, her ankels was chained with a hobble chain and her mouth had a extreamly tight cleavegag. She was dressed in the same as I was. My aunt chained my legs together and cleavegagged me extreamly tight. Our fingers was then taped together inside a mitten on each hand. We was helplessly left in the bedroom. We looked at each other and saw how helpless we was. We sat with our backs towards each other to try and free our fingers, but the mittens had been taped closed. We tried to get the knot on our cleave gags undone, but that was not possible. All we could do was to walk around hobbled or sit around. My aunt came back and made us walk down the hallway and back up again. When we got back to the bedroom she tied a rope around Chrissy's waist, she pulled it between her legs and pulled it tight. My Aunt did the same to me. I tried to voice my discomfort, but no sound was possible to understand. She tied a rope from Chrissy's waist to my waist. So when one of us had to move the other one had to move also. We was left alone again. It was hard to sit with the crotch rope and it was hard to move without having the rope rub against you. We was stuck like that for hours. My aunt came inside to check on us, but left us alone. We was undone an hour before my uncle came back. Steph got Chrissy and lead her home. |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | The next day my aunt was angry me for he had to come up with another way to punshing me for having the picture of the woman in a bikini in my wallet. So my day started with me locked inside the bathroom. Suddenly I heared her and the door was opened. I looked at my aunt and beside her stood her neighbour Steph.
- So this is the bikinilover? Steph said. - Yes, I tried to punish him yesterday, but to no use, my aunt said. - I am glad that you talked to me, Steph said and looked at me with her eyes scanning me. Steph grabbed a hold of me and I told her to let go. She didn't listen, but dragged me into my bedroom and pushed me into the bed. She then sat down on me to keep me in the place. - Grace (my aunt's name), please get the clothing I told you to find, Steph said. I was kicking and scream, but they didn't listen to me. Not long after my aunt was back with cloths in her hands. Steph got off me and they demanded that I should get undressed.I had no choice. I undressed in front of them. Steph took the cloths and gave me one item at time. First was the bikini top that I had on yesterday. My aunt tied the strings tight behind me.She padded them up with tissue paper. Next was a sports bra that was making the shape of the breasts. Then it was time for the bikini panties. Steph stroked my bulge. Next came a pink bathsuit that was tightening around my body. Suddenly I had a female shape. Next was a piece of thigts. They was shiny and clamping around my legs. Then it was time for petticoats. The petticoats went down to my ankels. Over this came a long partydress. - Seems like my Chrissy is the same size as this bikinilover, Steph said. The dress was zipped in the back and had a low neckline. It was of silk and was bright pink. - Turn around for us, Steph said. And I had to twirl for them. - Yes, that will do, Steph said. I was dragged downstairs. I was to stand before them. Steph held an eye on me while my aunt was gone for some minutes. I was not to move or anything. Then my aunt came back with the ropes. - Oh yes, the bad boy needs to be tied up, Steph said, - may I? - Yes please do, my aunt said. Steph went over to me and tied my wrists behind me. It was tighter then I have been tied before. She pulled the ropes tight. She then tied a rope just below my breasts and pinning my arms to my body. - You see, Grace, that you need to embarres the brat, Steph said. Steph reached under her dress and pulled down her panties. She wadded them up and stuffed them in my mouth. I tried to protest, but to no use. She tied a tight scarf between my teeth and another one over my mouth. My aunt smiled. - Please hold up his dress, Steph said. My aunt pulled up the skirts of the dress and petticoats. Steph took a rope and tied a crotch rope on me. It was pulled tightly with ropes between my balls. I moaned into the gag. My aunt dropped the skirts. - You will see that he drops his bad habits. This is how I disaplined my Chrissy. I still do. Maybe we should put them togheter one time? Steph said. - Maybe, my aunt said. - I usually hog ties my Chrissy, Steph said. - Please do, my aunt said. - Lay down! Steph said to me with a stricht voice. It was hard to lay down, but I manage to get down on to the floor. Steph tied my ankels together and pulled the rope tightly to my chest rope. She made sure there was no slack. I layed there tightly bound and gagged in a dress.My bulge was pushing on. The two women went on to drink coffee while I was there on the floor. They paid me no notice. When they was done Steph said that we should move me to the bedroom. The two women carried me upstairs and laid me in the bed in my room. Steph pulled up the skirts and pointed at the bulge. - We need to take care of that, she said. Steph pinched the fabric of the bathing suit and the bulge got harder. - Seems he like this, Steph said. - See my problem? My aunt said. - Have you tried to suck him? Steph said. - No, I don't want to. This was the first time my aunt said no to my punishment. - I can do it, Steph said. - No, we let him be here and think out something else. - As you want, Steph said. My aunt slaped my head.They went out of the room, but I could hear them talk in the hallway. And then Steph left. My aunt went back into the room and stroked my legs under the skirt. She stroked my hard on. She felt the ropes and the balls. The bathing suit that pressed against them. Ropes that made them more visible. She reached inside the bathing suit and felt my hard pressed part in it. It stiffend of the feel. - Your a bad boy that likes this. I know that. She said. She asked if I was comfortable and I just nodded. - I thought so, she said and smacked my butt. She rolled me over on my side and started to feel my "breasts". She stroked my belly and pressed her hands against my body. - Just wait and I will find away to punish you, you bikini loving rope boy, she said and smacked my butt even more. She left me tied like that and was not back to check on me again before she had to untie me in time for my uncle to come back from work. |
| Name: | Slick |
| Comments: | Very nice stories eric! |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | My aunt angry with me one day I stayed there. She had discovered that I had a picture of a woman in a bikini in my wallet and that made her angry.
- I will teach you to look at women in bikini, she said and locked me in the bathroom. I hammered on the door and yelled that I was sorry, but it fell to deaf ears. I could hear the door being unlocked and she pusehd me inside again. She through in a bikini and told me to change into it. She locked the door behind her again and I was stuck inside the bathroom. - I am not unlocking the door untill you have changed your cloths and passes them out the door, she said. I knew there was no way out. I undressed and passed the cloths in the gap that she made. She slammed the door close and locked it. I putted on the bikini. It was with green spots on white fabric. It tied in the neck and back. The panties had straps in the sides. I knocked again and the door opened. My aunt came in and filled the cup with tissue paper. She then led me out of the bathroom. She had me walk down and out into a garden. She had a spot in it where no one could see into. It was a spot filled with bushes and trees. She led me over to it and told me to lay down on the tanning bed. She took a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed my wrists to the side of the tanning bed. I tried to break free, but the sound of the clinging of metal against metal was the only thing to escape. She pushed a piece of cloth into my mouth and tied another piece across my mouth. Next came the ropes on my legs. She tied my knees and ankels and fasten them with a wrap of rope. She also tied rope across my chest. - Now bikini lover you can lay there and enjoy it. She walked away. I was panicing. What if someone saw me? Not far from where I was stuck I could hear the neighbour talk. I was trying to lay still, but still I wanted to break free. I could feel how my body was tensing up. I was scared. I could see that my aunt sat outside and look over at me. She was drinking soft drinks. I could feel how I wanted something to drink. My aunt went inside and was away for a few minutes before she was back outside again. She had putted on a minimalstic bikini that showed her figure. She had a great figure. I could feel I was geting stiff under the panties. I could see how she pulled on the top to make her breasts more showy. She bent over to show her panty covered ass. I looked on and felt how turned on I was starting to be. She sat down again and looked at me and took another sip of the soft drink. She "accidently" spilled some on herself and started to whip it off with an towel. It was a pressure point down in the panties. She walked over to me and bent over me so that I could her breasts inside the bikini and that the breasts dangled inside the cups. - How nice you look in a bikini, dear you. How do I look? Do I look like those women that you look at? She said. I nodded. She smacked me on the head. - Wrong answer, bikini boy, she said. She walked away and sat down again away from me. I tried to say something, but I was scared that the neighbours would hear me mmphing! She didn't sit there for long. She came back and untied me from the tanning bed. I was instructed to keep the gag in my mouth. My aunt fasten my wrists behind me with one of the handcuffs. She led me inside and up to the bedroom. She took a rope and tied my legs at my ankels. She pushed me into the bed and fasten the rope to my handcuffs. She pulled at the rope and told me to be good. She walked out again and didn't bother to lock the door. I could hear her walk down again. I struggled in the bed. I was wiggling back and forth. She came back and she had changed back to her t-shirt and long skirt. She smacked my butt. - I think you are enjoying this, she said. I didn't nod. - I think you really do! I most find some other way to punish you, bikini boy! She said and walked out again. I smiled behind my gag. My aunt uncuffed me as usual just before my uncle got back. She gave back my cloths and everything was back to normal again. |
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| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | After my aunt had blackmailed me into having dress in woman's clothing I was bound and gagged almost everytime I was over there.
I am jumping to June the following year. My uncle had just left for his police work and I was staying there for the summer holiday. I knew what was in store for me and I had talked to my aunt about it. I had begged to have some days off from being dressed and tied and she had greatfully let me have that.This wasn't one of those. My aunt took me first to the bathroom where she had me stripped down. She procedded to wash me so that she knew I was clean and then she took me to the room I used. She had closed the curtains and closed the door behind her. My aunt didn't trust me to dress correctly so she dressed me. She fould a white lace bra and had it on me and fasten it. She handed me some scarfs so could pad out the cups. She found some panties that I had to put on. She smiled as I stood before her in the underwear. She took some petticoats and made me step inside them. She pulled them up and fasten them in my waist. Next came the partydress. It was of silk and draped around me and the petticoats. She zipped it and tied the bow in the back. She even floffed the skirts to have it fall correctly. Then came the small socks that she had me put on. I had to sit as a girl when I putted them on or she would smack the back of my head. Next came the white shoes. I stood before her as a girl. She had bought me a wig that had bows in it that she placed on me. I looked in the mirror and knew that I would look just as a girl. She had some small gloves that I had to put on. They was white. - Now, that is so much better, she said. She took some rope and tied my arms behind me. I could feel how the ropes tighten over the wrists. I didn't dare to complain to her. She then took a new rope and tied it around my knees that was just visible under the skirts. She had me follow her to the bed where I had to lay down in the bed. She then took a scarf and gagged me with. She left me on the bed for hours. Some times she was inside to check on my ropes and sometimes she smacked my butt for not geting loose. Just before my uncle got back, she untied me and told me to not come down before I had changed back to my boy cloths and that if I told him anything I would be punished. |
| Name: | slick |
| Comments: | Nice story eric,hope theres more to it! |
| Name: | Eric |
| Comments: | My name is Eric and was 16 at the time. I was at my aunt for christmas and we had a lot of fun. My uncle worked as a police man and was therefore gone during the daytime.
One day my aunt betted that I wouldn't manage to beat her in Scrabble. I thought that would be easy and I asked what the punishment was if I lost. If I won I would get to tie my aunt up since she knew how much I love seeing women tied up. If I lost I would be tied up in her cocktail dress with heels and had to free before my uncle came back. Easy I thought. We played and I was about to win when she managed to get all her letters out at the last letter. Shamefully I was lead up to the bedroom that I used and was told to undress. I undressed and left my boxers on. My aunt came back with a cocktail dress that had a short skirt, corseted upper top and zipped in the back. She also brought some panties. She told me to remove the boxers and put on the panties. I did as she told me. She helped with the dress and zipped it up. It was a little to small, but still I could breath. She smiled and me and told me to put my hands behind me. She tied my wrists behind my back and then my elbows. She tied me tightly. She had been a girlscout she told me and had the merrit badge in knots. She pushed me onto the bed and tied my ankels and knees. She found some panties and stuffed them into my mouth. I mmmpphed! But she tied a scarf over my mouth. She then tied me into a hog tie. It was a tight package she said and laughed. - Good luck with geting loose she said and walked out of the room. I struggled with the ropes. I couldn't find the knots. She had hidden them well. I felt the panic as the time passed and it got closer to my uncle was coming back from work. My aunt came back into the room and inspected my progress that was like zero. - I will untie you if I get to tie you up again in womens clothing again tomorrow. If not I will let your uncle find you and you know he will tell your parents my lie about me catching you trying on my cloths. I looked her with pierce eyes. But I know she would do that. She removed my gag. - Do you promise, Eric? - Yes... - Great... Tomorrow we will go shoping new cloths for you, she said. But she didn't untie me right there and then. - Still an hour left till he will be here. I think I will let you struggle a little more, she said and regagged me. I was in a bind and I knew that she was in control. Five minutes before my uncle came she untied me and sent me to the bathroom where she unzipped the dress and told me to keep the panties on or else... I did as she told and got dressed in my own cloths. |
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| Name: | Dex |
| Comments: | I was tied up by my aunt when I was 14.
I had been playing cops and robbers with my niece (she was 15) and I had been more or less little to tight with the ropes on her. So when my niece told her mum (my aunt) I knew I was in trouble. My aunt was a tall woman with long blond hair, 36 C breasts and a thin waist. She always wore long skirts and blouses with heels; unless it was very hot and she wore a one piece bathing suit with a skirt around hair waist. She was divorced for two years now. - So you like girls tied up? She said and looked at me. - We played a game, I said. My aunt took me by the arm and dragged me into my niece (Beth)'s room. Beth was a young copy of her mum. Not that filled out yet, but I knew from the word at school (we went to the same school) that the boys called her a Fox. She didn't dress that conservative, but liked to wear skirts and blouses too. But when her mum (Lisa) was away she dressed more daring (which got her into to trouble). I was told to sit on a chair in Beth's room and while Beth was ordered to get the ropes, my aunt decided that I was going to be dressed in a skirt and blouse. I was ordered to undress and put on the clothing. I tried to complain and beg her not to, but no use. I had to change infront of her and I was done by the time Beth came back. Beth let out a giggle. My aunt tied my wrists behind me tightly and I tried to complain again, but she told me to be quiet. Then she tied my ankels and knees. The ropes was tight; much tighter then I had tied Beth. When she was done I found a pair of Beth's panties and stuffed them in my mouth. She took a bandada that Beth had and tied it across my mouth. I could hear Beth giggle. - Don't untie him, let him struggle for a while, my aunt said and left me hog tied on the bed. I looked into Beth's eyes, and they was filled with mischeif. That was the first time I was tied up by my aunt, but not the last time. |
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| Comments: | Pt 3
They hogtied and gagged us and then hooded the two of us. They then loaded us into the back of the lorry and my skirt fluttered in the breeze, as did that of my fellow captive. We arrived at a small farm outside Cape Town – and were unloaded - literally and then carried into the farm house where our arms and legs were released but we remained hooded. They say us down in high back upright chairs and tied our hands behind our backs again – and then unhooded us. Finally they took the ball gags off. To my surprise, I saw my fellow captive was Heidi. “ Hey what happened Heidi” I said. She looked at me sheepishly and said: “ It was Lindi, she was in on the whole white slavery project. She told me that, as a joke, we should leave you tied up – after all she said you looked quite pretty tied up like that in a skirt and boots - and we had a good giggle about it. But as we went out of the room, she reached over and took my gun and pointed it at me.” Heidi went on “ I looked at Lindi and she laughed. ‘You’d going to be sold too’ Lindi said ‘I have had a buyer for you for weeks now – I just needed a pretence to get you here.’ And with that she took my cuffs and cuffed me. I was taken with you on the plane and here we are”. A few minutes later, Lindi walked in with an enormous grin all over her face. “Well, well who have we here” she said. Heidi looked pained as her betrayal came home. “Why did you do it” Heidi screamed. And with that Lindi walked over. Heidi stopped as Lindi’s fist smashed into the side of her face and grimaced. “ Want more of that?” Lindi growled and Heidi went silent. Suddenly, we heard the sound of helicopters above us, and then the door crashed open. South African shock troops smashed in and Lindi and her gang were overpowered and quickly cuffed. Having established who we were, Heidi and I were then released. Then the Chief of the Belles came in. “ Sorry to have taken so long” she said “But we have been trying to bust this ring –and we needed live bait. Sorry lad we don’t have any other clothes for you, but you look pretty in what you are wearing. Can you put up with it for another night?” I looked and Heidi, who was rubbing her face. I nodded and then said to the Chief of the Belles. “Do you think we might have Lindi for the night – I think we have a bit of pay back.” The Chief replied: “Yes, that seems a good idea, we leave at 7am tomorrow morning. I am sure you can arrange comfortable accommodation for Lindi tonight!” We left the room, with Lindi – who was still dressed in her Austrian police uniform – boots, skirt and handcuffs – though her handcuffs were around her wrists which were behind her back. Heidi grabbed Lindi’s long hair and led her up the stairs into one of the rooms and threw her on the bed. Lindi squealed as Heidi jumped on top of her and started pummelling her – until I pulled her off. “Come on Heidi, no bruises.” I said as Lindi shivered with fear. We left at 7am the next morning – but what a night Lindi had!! The End |
| Name: | JR Kelling |
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| Comments: | Heidi Pt 1
My cousin Heidi lives in with my Mum and me and had been asked to babysit me – even though I was 17 and she was only 21. Heidi had a soft spot for Mum and could never say no and so I was left in her hands as my babysitter which rather annoyed me. Heidi had been training at the Austrian Police Academy for three years now and today had been her graduation day, which she had invited Mum and me to She drove us home in a shiny new Gendarmerie car together with her police partner Lindi. As it was graduation day they were both dressed to the hilt – in a policewoman’s uniform – skirted and booted with cuffs and a gun. Once Mum had gone off to work at the hotel in Klagenfurt two hours away (and she always worked the whole weekend Friday to Monday) as a cleaner, I said to Heidi “Isn’t it a bit dangerous to give a girl a gun, because any bloke could quite easily take it off her!” Heidi smiled and said” Want to try then?” As I reached for her gun, she whisked my arm behind my back and forced me face down to the floor, with my arm in a half nelson. And then she sat on me, twisted my other arm behind me and cuffed me. Wow what a turn on as I felt her skirt brush the hairs on my legs. She turned to Lindi and said: “He can’t be a bloke then – can he – as he couldn’t take the gun off me – a mere girl. I think we should make him into a girl for today” And with that they marched me up to Heidi’s room and she chose a black skirt with a split for me to wear. Now I should say at this stage that I had a white La Crosse tee shirt on and shorts, and also had long hair but no beard. So when they dressed me in the skirt, I looked the part except for my legs. Lindi said: “His legs let him down” but Heidi replied, “Let’s hide them in boots” “Wow” said Lindi when Heidi had finished “He really looks the part. Let’s take him down to the Blue Danube Gasthaus, you know the one that trades in girls and see if we can earn something off him.” I started to protest but Heidi took out a ball gag from her draw and gagged me. And then the tow of them hooded me After an hour’s drive they came to the Blue Danube where they marched me in. The hood was taken off and the owner inspected the wares – me! As she had a big TV clientele, she nodded and gave Heidi 1000 schillings for me for the evening telling Heidi she could pick me up again at midnight. I was marched to a purple room where a TV called Tina was “practising”. Tina paid 500 for me for two hours. She or was it he took the handcuffs off and give them back to Heidi. As I was getting used to my freedom a big girl called Gerti came up behind me as did Tina. Tina held my wrists together behind me while Gerti took a long piece of rope, made a loop on the middle and laid the loop across at the base of my neck onto my back. She then started to wind the rope around both my arms until she came to the wrists. She then tied the wrists together behind me and took the rest of the rope back up to the loop at the base of my neck. And then pulled – pain waves shot through my arms as I was forced into a reverse prayer mode and my eyes watered until the pain subsided Tina sat down on the chair and lifter her skirt up just above the knees. I was brought to stand before her and suddenly Gerti kicked the back of my knees forcing me to kneel with my face on Tina’s skirt. As she moved her short up, I saw she had no underwear on and I realised that they were going to force me to ……….. (I’ll finish in Pt 2) |
| Name: | JR |
| E-mail address: | FJK@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Part 2
Suddenly the door flew open and the belles from the Vice squad burst in Gerti was immediately handcuffed with her hands behind her back as was Tina and I was pushed to the floor. To stop me escaping, the beautiful young booted and skirted vice squad girl sat down upon me. She then tied my feet together, ball gagged me and then hogtied me with the rope left over. “We’ll come and get you later” she said with a mischievous smile. “Well done, Heidi” the squad leader said “they fell for the kidnapping ploy and we can put the brothel out of action for a number of years.” Heidi walked passed me and smiled; she knelt down and checked to see if I was sufficiently incapacitated so as to not escape. “Well done, JR “she said “You make a wonderful woman – and a pretty slave. Perhaps you will be more appreciative of cops in the Police now” It was about an hour before the beautiful girl from Vice Squad returned. She released the hogtie, freed my feet and released the ball gagged, but kept my hands tightly bound. “Sorry, but you are evidence and we have to take you down to the station, just as you are. Rope knots are so individual that they act as fingerprints – and Gerti has denied tying you up. We need to photograph it all and then have Sylvia untie you slowly to check the way you have been tied up.” So she walked me out of the room, and I asked her if she would hood me so no one could recognise me. She obliged and put me in the police car. But we didn’t go to police station – it was all a hoax and I was taken to a house, where together with other girls who were due to be exported, we were all held – all skirted and booted and hands tied behind our backs. My hood was removed and a ball gag inserted There were some real beauties, but I couldn’t talk to them as I was so securely gagged. We were herded into a container and loaded up – with guards to ensure we behaved ourselves and who would feed us We were in the container for four days before we landed in Cape Town, where we were unloaded. There we were each sold – I went to a white South African family…..but that I another story |
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| Name: | Loren and James |
| Comments: | The White Slave Trade
I came home the other night and looked for my favourite black leather skirt and matching red blouse - only to find them missing. So I had to put on my black silky skirt and a green silk blouse instead. I was annoyed because I had planned to go out that evening. Half an hour later, James - a crossdresser with whom I shared the flat came home wearing what I had been looking for. I pounced on him and twisted his arm behind his back and forced his face down onto the floor. His legs kicked around but once I was sitting on him, with both arms twisted behind his back, he stopped the struggle. I took the rope I had nearby and tied his wrists tightly together and then his booted feet. He really looked pretty dressed as a woman and even more sexy tied up skirted and booted. I forced himr then to his knees where I proceeded to bind his elbows together and then to his torso. He grunted as I tied him tightly. I turned him to make him sit on a dining room chair, with no arms and then proceeded to sit down on his lap. " I told you what would happen if you took my clothes" I said. He dropped her eyes and blushed meekly. "Yes" he said "That's why I didn't fight you. I thought I could get back before you came home." "Well you are coming over to the party with me James this evening" I replied. I then pulled him to his feet and tossed a cape over his head and down his body and buttoned it up It is amazing that although he was so tightly bound, yet the long cape covered it all. You couldn't tell from the outside that he was bound at all I undid his feet and led him to the car. As I got into the garage, I suddenly felt a hood thown over me - and my wrists were whipped behind behind my back and tied. In a second, I was helpless. I then heard Suzy's voice: " Well what have we here. Two damsels for sale" I said: "Suzy, you cheeky little bitch - you are only 18 - who do you think you are treating me who was old enough to be your mother like this" With that she took my hood off "That's who I think I am " Suzy replied " Your new owner" And with that she slapped my face as one would a naughty little girl. "You will learn respect" she replied " On your knees" I stood there defiantly until she started slapping my face until my cheeks were red Slowly I slid to my knees helplessly and hung my head in defeat Suzy grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back - and kissed me on the lips. "You're mine and I will do what I want with you. Get it?" I nodded meekly. One of her goons then ballgagged me and hooded me agin And with that we were bundled into the back of the van. and the next thing I felt was a needle in my arm and I soon passed out. The next thing I remember was waking in a very hot country. Apparently James and I had been KO for 2 days during which we had been freighted out of the country to Africa When I came too, I and James were together, and my hood had been removed. My wrists were still tied tightly behind my back - as were James'. I heard foreign voices - was it Arabic, I don't know. James too started to come round too. We discussed our plight but we were simply helpless - our captors knew how to incapacitate us I saw myself in a mirror and could just marvel at how pretty I looked tied up as I was. After about an hour, the door flew open and we were gagged and then hooded. We transferred cars and were driven, still tightly bound for 2 hours. We were both taken outside and forced to walk single file down an alley and before being tied to a post. An hour later, our hoods were taken off and as we adjusted to the light, we saw were were in a slave market. There was a lot of interest in us, being the only white female for sale. They had realised by that stage that James was a man and he was going to be sold too Arabs came to handle "the goods" and they put their hands in place where no gentleman would have. But then, I wasn't a lady, I was simply a slave. We were going to be sold for use as our Masters wanted. We shivered as we thought about our fate |
| Name: | Jane |
| Comments: | As I lay there, Loren - she was about 10 yaers older than me -smiled at me and said:
"I have this fetish about boots and skirts" she said "I know you find us girls pretty all tied up in skirts and boots, but I find men attractive in skirts and boots and tied up too - just like you are" So I'd like to propose that in the office, I will be a submissive secretary doing all your bidding and wearing skirts and boots and when we are in your house too, but in mine, you will submit to my will. Deal?" "Deal" I said "but this isn't your house so you should release me" "No" she replied "I paid for the room so it is as if it is my house". As I was tied up, I really couldn't argue - especially when she put her hand under my skirt and started fondling my private parts. A week later, we had our next date - and she invited me around - and I had forgotten our deal. As I came into her house, I saw Loren and her sister Gwen - both dressed to kill (black skirt and boots with a red blouse) "Your kit is in the bedroom" Gwen said. "What do you mean?" I replied and then remembered the deal. "Let's go out" I casually suggested. "No" they both said - " but if you'd rather we'll play poker for it. Every time you lose, we chose what your wear and every time we lose you can tie a part of us up: First feet, then ankles, then gag followed by our wrists. And then you have won" That gives us four forfeits and you seven (in adittion skirt, boots and blouse you have to change into) "What do these girls know about poker" I thought. "I'll beat them easily" So I said: "OK" The first hand I won -and thought - this will be a walkover I chose to tie Gwen feet togther, as she was the stronger of the two. At least if I had her tied up, I coudl overpower Loren more easily. The next one Gwen won and she chose me to change into the skirt laid out. Little did I know they had marked the cards! The next hand Loren won and I had to change into the blouse. I caught a view of myself in the mirror and I thought I quite fancy myself! The next hand Gwen won and I had to change into the boots. I was beginning to feel nervous as they won the next hands and my feet and ankles were sooon tied. Wow could Gwen tie tightly The next round I won and chose to tie Gwen's knees and surprisingly I won again and so took to gagging her Loren won the next round and I was gagged. It was the last hand as Gwen won it and my hands were swiftly bound behind my back. As Gwen had won, Loren untied her and Gwen Loren's feet and the carried me to the bedroom. I was laid on my back as the two of them lay either side of me and started to play under the skirt and I lay on my back. They ungagged me and both started kissing me. "You see Jane - I think we should call you a girl's name when you are like this - we found out how much we liked this when our Scottish cousin came to visit five yaers ago. Being a year younger, he tried to boss us around until we got tired of it.So one day we turned on him and tied him up. He looked so pretty in the kilt that we both decided we must do it again sometime - but so far we haven't found any man to play the game." Gwen hands were pretty active and I was soon gasping in delight "What do you say to another adventure like this?" Gwen asked I wasn't really in any position to protest - but did I want to anyway. Suddenly, they turned me over and hogtied me - and used my bum as a card table as they played poker again - for the right to tieme up next time we got together. When I protested that this wasn't fair - I was simply ball gagged. Three hours later they freed me - but what an evening that had been. Tied up in a skirt by two little vixens was exhiliating |
| Name: | Jane/James |
| Comments: | As I lay there, Loren smiled at me and said:
"I have this fetish about boots and skirts" she said "I know you find us girls pretty all tied up in skirts and boots, but I find men attractive in skirts and boots and tied up too - just like you are" So I'd like to propsoe that in the office, I will be a submissive secretary doing all your bidding and wearing skirts and boots and when we are in your house too, but in mine, you will submit to my will. Deal?" "Deal" I said "but this isn't your house so you should release me" "No" she replied "I paid for the room so it is as if it is my house". As I was tied up, I really couldn't argue - especially when she put her hand under my skirt and started fondling my private parts. A week later, we had our next date - and she invited me around - and I had forgotten our deal. As I came into her house, I saw Loren and her sister Gwen - both dressed to kill (black skirt and boots with a red blouse) "Your kit is in the bedroom" Gwen said. "What do you mean?" I replied and then remembered the deal. "Let's go out" I casually suggested. "No" they both said - " but if you'd rather we'll play poker for it. Every time you lose, we chose what your wear and every time we lose you can tie a part of us up: First feet, then ankles, then gag followed by our wrists. And then you have won" That gives us four forfeits and you seven (in adittion skirt, boots and blouse you have to change into) "What do these girls know about poker" I thought. "I'll beat them easily" So I said: "OK" The first hand I won -and thought - this will be a walkover I chose to tie Gwen feet togther, as she was the stronger of the two. At least if I had her tied up, I coudl overpower Loren more easily. The next one Gwen won and she chose me to change into the skirt laid out. Little did I know they had marked the cards! The next hand Loren won and I had to change into the blouse. I caught a view of myself in the mirror and I thought I quite fancy myself! The next hand Gwen won and I had to change into the boots. I was beginning to feel nervous as they won the next hands and my feet and ankles were sooon tied. Wow could Gwen tie tightly The next round I won and chose to tie Gwen's knees and surprisingly I won again and so took to gagging her Loren won the next round and I was gagged. It was the last hand as Gwen won it and my hands were swiftly bound behind my back. As Gwen had won, Loren untied her and Gwen Loren's feet and the carried me to the bedroom. I was laid on my back as the two of them lay either side of me and started to play under the skirt and I lay on my back. They ungagged me and both started kissing me. "You see Jane - I think we should call you a girl's name when you are like this - we found out how much we liked this when our Scottish cousin came to visit five yaers ago. Being a year younger, he tried to boss us around until we got tired of it.So one day we turned on him and tied him up. He looked so pretty in the kilt that we both decided we must do it again sometime - but so far we haven't found any man to play the game." Gwen hands were pretty active and I was soon gasping in delight "What do you say to another adventure like this?" Gwen asked I wasn't really in any position to protest - but did I want to anyway. Suddenly, they turned me over and hogtied me - and used my bum as a card table as they played poker again - for the right to tieme up next time we got together. When I protested that this wasn't fair - I was simply ball gagged. Three hours later they freed me - but what an evening that had been. Tied up in a skirt by two little vixens was exhiliating |
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| Comments: | Mum tied me to the toilet again. Honestly, I don't know why I shit so much. She calls me "Abe Lincoln on the toilet" and always makes me wear a black top hat. As soon as I'm tied up, she fetches a newspaper in her mouth like a dog.
She always kneels when I pull the paper out of her mouth with my elbows. Then she pulls a Milkbone dog biscuit out of a box off the shelf and shoves it in her mouth. She doesn't eat it, but I must confess, she has on occasion and she doesn't much mind the taste. Oh, and in the background we usually have a home video playing of her stripping at a GG Allin concert from his 1992 tour with the Murder Junkies. Mum says things along the lines of watch Mr. Abraham Lincoln shitting and things like that. When she's ready to untie me, she yells, "I am freeing the slaves!" Then she flushes the toilet, which is my cue to update her Facebook status. I call it Fagbook. She wants to perform acts in front of me while I'm on the "throne," but so far I've only found girls that are interested and I'd rather see her get involved with a guy. Had to get that out. My Team Leaders could never understand because they're stupid as fuck.. |
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| Comments: | Nice story Scott. Thanks. |
| Name: | Scott |
| Comments: | Heres the sequel -
The following story is a work of pure fiction based on the imagination spurned from a once true event in my life. The following actions are not condoned to be carried out in real life due to the inherent dangers. - also do not condone child porn or the endangerment of a minor. My mom had dropped me off early to have a sleep over with my best friend at his house. His mother greeted us at the door like she did most of the time. She always had a strong hug for us when we visited. . Normally I shyed away from those types of greetings but I had a crush on her for a long time and I think she had an inkling about it. She was in her 40's and a brunette with shoulder length slightly wavy hair. My friends mom informed us that her son was staying late at soccer and then had to go to cub scouts for a meeting. She apologized for him and hoped that I could still stay over. My mom said of course that would be fine and I agreed. She told me to go ahead and play in her son's room and she and my mom talked a little in the kitchen. Not too long after I heard my mom say goodbye and left the house. My friends mom poked her head into the room and said her son's tv broke and asked if I would like to play video games on the tv in her room. I picked up the game controls and went inside where the smell of perfume was in the air and everything was perfect looking. She said that she had to cook dinner. I played video games about an hour all the time thinking back to the time my friends mom put her hand over my mouth after the dinner party. I thought about it for a long time while I was in her bedroom hoping that I could get her to do it again but how? Weighing out all the variables, my friend not at home, I was there by myself with her, and the need for her to HOM me was killing me! I finally mustered the courage to find her in the kitchen. With a smile she said hi how are the games going? I told her that I became bored and was looking for something else to do. She asked what did I feel like doing? (Boy did that almost blow my mind!) She said that dinner was cooking and asked if I wanted to play a game. I said like what she said checkers! I said, alight what does the winner get? She said if I win you boys go to bed early. Ok, I said what if I win? She told me we will play whatever I wanted. Suddenly I had the best idea how to solve my problem. Ok we played and I won of course. She sat back in her chair and said ok, what game idea do you have? I had to think fast.....couldn't screw it up.....it had to have meaning of a game, but had to come out with and ending that I was looking for. I said how about hide and seek? She said really? Yes I'll hide somewhere and you try to find me. She said it sounded like fun! She noticed a look of uneasiness on my face. She said what is it? Looking down at the floor I said you'll laugh......she picked my chin up with her hand. I started to say I..I.. . Yes what is it honey? I gulped.. I said well remember when you put your hand over my mouth at the dinner party? She said, yes? Well I was wondering if you captured me, you would trap me and cover my mouth again. Why would you want me to do that she said? I told her that I thought it felt nice, (I didn't know what to say). She smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek. She said I was a cute little boy and she would be happy to play. So I went to hide while she counted to 100. I hid in her closet behind her dresses. They were so long that there was no way that she would see me. I heard her yell 100! Quietly I layed there not moving. I heard her opening hall closets and doors. I didn't hear anything for a while so I decided to venture out. Ever so carefully, I left the closet tip toeing out into her room, looking.... listening....Suddenly she got me around the shoulders from the back.....never saw or heard her! She said I have you now! With that she put her right hand over my mouth....there was that delightful scent of her perfume. She was wearing her isotoner gloves! My God, my dream had come true! She wrapped her hand around my face like an octopus holding its prey and she wasn't letting go! She said I remembered that night you were talking loudly and the only way I could keep you quiet was to hand gag you. I also remembered that you where very playful with me clamping my gloved hand over your mouth. You really liked that I guess. I shook my head "yes". She wispered in my ear well have I got a treat for you! She walked me down to the finished basement where they had a guest room and twin beds ready for overnight visitors. Holding her right hand on my mouth and the left hand pinning the back of my neck we walked into the room. Sit on the bed! She commanded. She then went to the dresser and pulled out lengths of rope. My eyes where now wider than ever. She said now you will learn of my fetishes.(A moment of thought I asked what's a fetish?) With a devilish smile, she said it is something that excites you very much. She told me that she likes to tie people up and torture them. My heart was beating out of my chest now. she got some talking when I realized that she got done tieing me up. She had tie my arms and legs to the 4 corner bedposts and I didn't even know it. She told me....now onto your fun she reached for a box on the night stand. Inside was her glove collection. She showed me short leather gloves, long leather gloves, cotton, satin opera gloves. I was ready to faint. She said which ones? I said nervously sssatin? She laughed a little. Ok white satin operas it is! She slid them onto her hands wriggling her fingers to fit. She pulled them to her upper arms. I watched with such enthusiasm. When she was done she started to run her soft hand up my arms...the hairs on my arms tingled. She run her gloves up my neck and onto my ears. Sliding her hands up over my ears she turned her hand over to my mouth. She clamped so hard it almost hurt. She got a little closer and pushed harder onto me, getting a better grip she took the free hand and started to pinch my nose. She held it for a little bit then let me breathe. She said oh yeah....this is the part of my fetish that I didn't tell you. I like to smother my victims until they go unconscious. She quickly hand gagged me again and started to smother me with like a boa constrictor, smiling and laughing to herself like a crazy person! She said you still like gloved hand gagging? Because I do. And he did! Not Knowing what she meant I looked over at the other bed. Oh my god there is someone under the blanket! I didn't notice anyone ther in the excitement. She pulled the sheet off the figure! Its my best friend! He was all tied up and his mouth was duct taped shut! He looked over at me. She released my mouth to grab the roll of tape, pulling a piece off she slapped it onto my mouth. She caressed my face with her satin gloves ans held my face tightly. She then kissed me on my taped mouth. She got up off the bed walking away. She stopped and turned to us. She said I guess I won the game after all. Good night boys. |
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After a dinner party with good friends of the family. We were getting ready to say goodbye to our guests. They were putting their coats on and my friends mother put on her black Isotoner gloves. Us kids were pretty rowdy and loud. We stood there around the table and I was trying to get my mother's attention and I guess I was making too much of a distraction to be not noticed. Next thing I knew my frinds mom put her hand over my mouth and held my tight just being able to breathe through my nose. I didn't want to, but I made a slight attempt to remove her hand. Suddenly her other hand came from the other side and clamped over the top of her already placed hand. I can still smell the perfume laden gloves holding me completely stiffeled and still. She held her gloved hands there for the rest of the time it took to slowly walk and talk their way out the door pulling me as she walked. I remember pretending that I was being taken away and would be held prisoner. |
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| Name: | Thomas |
| Comments: | That following Friday, I went straight to Brooke and Nicole's house. Kristen had given me directions on a piece of paper. Speaking of Kristen, she was there to greet me and give me my clothes.
I got to meet Brooke and Nicole again. For those that like a little detail, Brooke is a blonde and Nicole has dark brown hair. They both had decent racks, tight asses, and their feet were gorgeous. When I first came in they were dressed up in school girl outfits, all decked out in white tops and plaid skirts. They were both wearing tan pantyhose and had no shoes on. Nicole's toes were painted a silver color which looked amazing. Brooke's toes were mind blowing. They were painted black and white, in the design of yinyang symbols. They looked so sexy. The first thing the girls did was paint my nails. They chose the same silver polish that Nicole was wearing. When it was dry they sent me into the bathroom to change into my clothes. The pink bra and panties went on first. They gave me socks to stuff in the cups of the bra. Then the pink dress. Finally I put on the white pantyhose with reinforced toe they gave me. When I came out of the bathroom they used a pair of handcuffs to cuff my wrists behind my back. Then they used ankles cuffs to cuff my ankles together. In the living room, they had this glass coffee table that was right near the couch. They laid down on the floor and pushed me underneath it, so just the top and lower halfs of my body were poking out from under the table. "This is where the fun begins" Nicole said. "Kristen told us how her mom uses her nylons to gag you. So Brooke and I got some of those knee highs you love so much. We've been wearing them all week." They gagged me with a mix of their nylons. They used two of Brooke's stockings and two of Nicole's. Both pairs tasted equally foul. They used some white medical tape to gag me. Then it was right down to business. Brooke sat on the couch and laid the soles of her feet over my face. She rested them there for a while. Then she started rubbing them all over my face. The combination of her nylons and sweat made her feet slide all over my face. She brushed her toes and soles up and down my nose. I was forced to smell the entire time because of the gag. While Brooke was doing this, Nicole sat at the other end of the table and started tickling my feet. I squealed and groaned into my gag, begging her to stop. Kristen stuck by for a while to enjoy the show. She even took off her sneakers and shoved her sock covered feet in my face for a couple of minutes before she took off. She told the girls she would stop by tomorrow with Sharlene. Brooke and Nicole switched and Brooke tickled my feet for a while. Nicole sat on the couch and rubbed her nylon feet all over my face, the whole time demeaning me by telling me to smell and calling me her slave. When they got tired of that Nicole decided to add to my humiliation by taking her tan pantyhose off and pulling them down over my head. They pulled me out from under the table and stretched me out on the couch. Brooke went and got a big box filled with their shoes and she started holding each one under my nose so I could smell the insides. She made me smell sneakers, pumps, heels, flats, sandals, flip flops, boots, and slippers. Brooke had these hideous orange high heels that smelled so nasty. It was a tie between those and Nicole's ratty old converse sneakers as far as which pairs smelled the worst. After that, Brooke laid me out on the floor again on my back. She ripped the tape off my lips and yanked the nylons from my mouth. "How do they taste slave?" she asked. "Delicious" I lied. "Then you're going to love this. Ever heard of foot gagging?" "No." "Open your mouth nice and wide and I'll show you what it is." I opened my mouth and she started by lowering her foot slowly. First it was just her toes inside my mouth. I got a nice taste of the nylon and sweat coming from between her toes. Before I knew it she was sliding her foot deeper and the next thing I knew, half her foot was crammed into her mouth and going down my throat. I choked and gagged, tried to beg her to release her foot, but there were no words that would squeeze out past her foot. She held it in for so long I thought I was going to either throw up or pass out. Finally she pulled it out and I breathed deep. "Now time for the other foot" she said. To be continued soon |
| Name: | AJ Redman |
| Comments: | I arrived at Glasgow airport to travel to Toronto, wearing my traditional Scottish kilt and shirt (and boots because it was winter).
I came quite easily through immigration and passport control. Mistress Peggy Sue met me just outside the "Arrivals" door of the airport and introduced herself. She was wearing a leather black miniskirt, matching leather top and black boots and looked cool for the good 60 years of age that she was. She stroked my bum as she kissed me and then showed me to her limosine car. I carried my case to the car. It was quite an adventure into the unknown responding to her website and meeting this lady I had never met before for a bondage session "Shall we discuss the finer details when we get to our destination" she said. "Fine by me" I replied I got into the back of the limosine - where her two pretty daughters (both skirted and booted like MPS) were sitting and they beckoned me to sit between them. As I sat down, one of them grabbed my hair playfully and pulled me chest forward gently over her lap. The other grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She then proceeded to tie them together. "Now these are the rules" Mistress Peggy Sue said. "In my house, it is the women who are in charge. And you will do what you are old whilst in our service" And with that, the two daughters proceeded to tie my ankles and legs together. I was then pulled back over the first daughter's lap for the rest of the 2 hour journey. I think she must have quite liked me because she ran her hands over my kilt and under it, which really quite aroused me. When we arrived at the other end, my knees were freed and my ankles were then tied so I could hobble out of the car to the house. What ever happened to me there - would anyone like to know? Mistress Justine led me out of the limosine and Mistress Rebecca and Mistress Peggy Sue joined us in the entrance of the house. As I hobbled into the house, I asked if I would have any say in the length of service I had to perform. "No" was the reply I was led upstairs to the bedroom and then my hands and feet were untied and the gag removed. I was led to a bathroom and told to have a bath and then come down and join the family. I relaxed in the bath and got out 15 mins later to find that my kilt and shirt ahd been replaced by a black silky skirt and a red blouse. I therefore dressed accordingly and went down stairs, where Mistress Justine proceeded to twist my arms behind my back and Mistress Rebecca tied my wrists together tightly. Then Mistress Justine gagged me but the gag used was not your usual ball gag but one that could be pumped up in your mouth to enable the gag to fit 100% (and more). I was then escorted to the room where the family was and I was sat down on a chair. My ankles were then tied to the chair and a rope was wound round my waist pinning my back to the back of the chair. And then I was hooded. It was strange - yet exhilarating - to feel a hand go under your skirt knowing that you were totally defenceless and at the women's mercy. They could do waht they wanted with you. Mistress Peggy Sue then said: "In this house, while men are subservient to the mistresses of the house. We will treat you with respect, but you have to remember that we are in charge. It is your duty to work out how you can be of service to me. Do you understand." I nodded my head and the hand under my skirt gave me a gentle tweek - sending me almost explosively sky high. She then started to stroke my leg and her hand....... That afternoon, Mistress Rebecca took me upstairs and spreadeagled me facedown with my hands tied behind my back in the middle of a double bed. However hard you try you are unable to turn over. She gagged me with a head harness and muzzle gag and then hooded me and said "See you later, aligator" - but not before putting her hand under my skirt and giving me a final tweak followed by a vicious smack on my backside. After about an hour, I heard another woman enter the room (who I gather was it was Mistress Kathleen): " Hi Slave AJ" she said "I hear from Mistress Peggy Sue that you are really quite a good looker." And with that she took off the hood and flipped me on my back, with my legs still spreadeagled and my skirt just resting above my knees. She then dropped on my chest and started to stroke my hair for a few minutes, before moving down my body and getting me quite aroused. I guess I looked quite feminine by now, with my long hair allowed to flow and in a beautiful black skirt and boots, all of which Mistress Kathleen said later made me look quite sexy. Mistress Kathleen then untied my legs from the spreadeagle and led me down the stairs. I had trouble walking in the six inch heels as I just wasn't used to them. " Just off for a walk with Slave AJ" she said as she led me out of the house. We walked across the yard to the barn,and Mistress Kathleen took me inside. In the middle of the barn was a support pole and she led me to it, stood my back to the pole, undid my wrists and whipped them around the pole and retied them. "My - was she strong!" I thought as she wrapped a second rope tightly around my torso to the post starting just below the neck and ending at the waist. She then looked around and found a piece of wood about half a metere long, to the ends of which she attached my ankles in a speadeagle. She stroked my face playfully and then with one finger ran her finger up and down my bound torso She then removed the gag and inserted a spider gag and she started to run her index finger gently inside my mouth. I had never experienced anything like the emotion I felt then. I thingled all over. I was helpless as her hands moved slowly downstairs under my skirt - where they shouldn't be - and I nearly exploded through the roof, as she started to tongue kiss me too Just as I was about to explode, Mistress Peggy Sue looked in. "Kate, please can you pop over to the house to help Justine." "Sure" Mistress Kathleen said as she had just climaxed but I had been left dangling. She was such a sadist to be able to go but to leave me still wanting to. "I'll look after him" Mistress Peggy Sue said "Ever since he started to put his stories on the "Women Bound and Gagged" site I have been wanting to get my hands on him." "In the nicest possible way" she added with a twinkle in her eye. I looked at her and thought, I find it hard to believe she is sixty as she doesn't look a day over 40. And she's actually really cute. " Slave AJ" she said " Now you helpless. You teased me for so long with your stories and I couldn't find you on the web because you gave me a dead web address. Now I have you, it's pay back time" And with that she approached me. Perhaps Mistress Peggy Sue, you can tell them what you did with Slave Arman that evening in the barn. |