From Seduction to Submission (28 page)

She was given no choice as he pulled her along, guiding her around the house, pausing to pass through two doors. When they were inside the second room
, he spun her around once again and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his body hard up against her. With her hands joined behind her back, she could feel Marc’s chastity device bulging against the thin material of his shorts. Instinctively, she used her fingers to explore the bulge, quickly realizing that he could not feel a thing because of the hard plastic barrier between her fingers and his imprisoned cock.

“Now, to secure you in accordance with Mistress’s instructions… open… exposed… helpless,” he breathed into her ear. Hearing that, she went weak at the knees
, and he had to take some of her weight. Although she was already aroused, she felt that special rush as her body prepared itself for what might follow, and she knew it would soon be obvious to anyone that cared to look that she was highly aroused. Her nipples hardened as she hoped desperately that he would touch them… give them just a little bit of attention, but she was disappointed. He walked her over to a padded table. Releasing her, he unlocked her wrists and instructed her to sit up on the table, leaving her legs hanging over the end of the bench. She complied and he grasped her shoulders and lowered her onto the cool leather bench top.

She felt the first strap go over her torso just below her breasts
, and she gasped a little as it was pulled tight, holding her firmly against the bench top. Another strap soon followed, just above her breasts, giving her even less opportunity for movement. Then her wrist cuffs were clipped to eyebolts on the side of the bench, preventing her from moving them more than about half an inch. She then felt Marc doing something with her ankles and realized he had taken the legs of her harem pants and he was pulling them down, removing what little modesty she had remaining. Then she felt something being attached to one ankle before Marc unceremoniously forced her legs apart wide and her remaining ankle was attached to another fitting.

She tried to close her legs but found she could not do so. She worked out there was a bar between her legs as he then raised the bar and clipped it onto something before she heard the clicking of a chain hoist and she felt her legs being raised higher and higher. When her butt was just off the bench, the clicking stopped. She twisted and turned and found her legs could move
but they would not come together at all. She was open and exposed and she was wondering what Marc was up to as she yearned for some sort of touch.

Sensing he had moved around the table
, she then felt clamps closing on her nipples. They were not particularly strong but they were enough to keep her attention focused on her predicament and her inability to protect herself from whatever Marc chose to do. Although she felt guilty at having these thoughts, she was hoping he would touch her… caress her… hurt her… do something to relieve her. She heard the dungeon door open and the voice of her Mistress.

“Come Clair. Let’s see what we have to play with this evening.”

“Oh yes, Mistress. She looks very enticing there, all hot and helpless,” Clair replied.

Natalie felt her blindfold being removed and she looked around in the dim light of the dungeon to see her three tormentors standing, staring down at her. It was Clair who had removed the blindfold and she was leaning over Natalie’s face as her hands grasped Natalie’s breasts, gently holding and squeezing them without touching her nipple clamps. Clair was topless and Natalie found herself looking directly into Clair’s breasts, with the nipple of one just grazing Natalie’s mouth.

It was Lady Jo-Anne who spoke first. “Suck it, Natalie. I want to hear Clair moan with pleasure.”

Natalie took Clair’s nipple into her mouth and gently sucked it
, and it wasn’t long before Clair responded, little moans escaping her mouth. She then withdrew her breast and gave Natalie the other one to continue with. At the same time, Lady Jo-Anne had stepped forward and was standing near Natalie’s exposed pussy. She was holding a small latex flogger and she commenced using it on Natalie’s vulva. The shock of the first stroke caused Natalie to startle and her pelvis jerked within the limitations of her bondage. Natalie let out a half squeal/half moan and Clair simply lowered herself harder down onto Natalie, forcing her to suck her breast harder and partially gagging her at the same time.

Lady Jo-Anne continued with the small flogger and each little latex strand felt like a stinging nettle as it landed on Natalie’s vulva. It felt like she was being attacked by a swarm of little insects that were hurting her but at the same time increasing her arousal. She knew she could not stop it and so she was achieving relief by sucking on Clair’s breast as Clair continued to gently manipulate her breasts, alternating between pleasure, pain and sometimes more pain.
Natalie never knew what was coming next and this only served to heighten her senses and increase her arousal. She then felt one hard stoke with the flogger causing her to squeal loudly around Clair’s breast, before a hand closed over her whole vulva and began gently rocking.

It wasn’t long before the pain of the flogger was forgotten and Natalie was moaning with pleasure. Clair withdrew her breast and stood, looking down at Natalie as she looked
around at Marc and her Mistress whose hand was working her vulva. It felt totally surreal to be bound to a bench, exposed and helpless, and having three people watching her intently as she was taken to the edge of orgasm. Just as she was about to go over the top, the manipulation ceased, and Natalie released a moan of utter frustration, trying to thrust her pelvis upwards…seeking the hand of her Mistress.

Lady Jo-Anne had gone over to Marc
, and she was removing his chastity device. As soon as she slid it off him, his hard cock sprang upwards and was plain to see. She then drew him around to Natalie’s exposed pussy and after making quite a show of carefully rolling a latex condom down his throbbing shaft, gently pushed him in against her. His cock was sliding up and down between her slick labia lips, and Natalie could see the bulbous head of his circumcised shaft, distorted through the translucent latex sheaf, approaching and retreating with each thrust. She was torn. As desperate as she was for release, she did not want anyone except Sir James to be the one who used her that way.

Lady Jo-Anne commenced paddling Marc as he was thrusting at Natalie. Each time she hit him his response was to thrust harder against Natalie as he gasped in response to the impact of the paddle. Clair lowered her head and whispered to Natalie, “You want him to impale you
, Natalie. Don’t you? You want him to fuck you. Don’t you? You yearn for his hard cock to be inside you. I can tell you from experience that he really knows how to use that cock of his… knows how to reach every single part of you.”

Natalie did not know how to respond. She was so close to coming without being fucked. Just being in this surreal situation was overloading her brain and as Clair was whispering in her ear, she didn’t know how much more she could take.

“Natalie, just beg him to fuck you. Tell him how much you want his hard cock deep inside you. Go on. Tell him you slut!”

Natalie was moaning. She desperately wanted relief. She wanted a cock inside her but she wanted it to be Sir James. He
r mouth opened to say the words. Clair continued to urge her. Marc’s thrusts were getting harder and faster and he was grunting with each hit from the paddle. Finally, Natalie could take it no longer. She had to respond.

“Please. Oh please…” she whispered.

Natalie was almost delirious with pent up frustration. In her helpless state, she was being relentlessly teased… brought to the brink and then denied. She was past the point of being in control of her feelings and emotions as her three tormentors continued working on her… pushing her… testing her.

“Please… oh please, Mistress… oh fuck,” she begged.

The paddling stopped, and Marc was pulled back by the collar. As he was pushed to one side, Natalie heard the words that she cherished and yet dreaded at the same time.

“Not tonight
, slave. As much as I would take pleasure in watching Marc fuck you, I must honor your commitment to Sir James. Unfortunately, for you, that means you will go to sleep tonight, somewhat frustrated,” said Lady Jo-Anne as she peered down into Natalie’s eyes.

Natalie breathed a sigh of relief that she did not have to make the decision on whethe
r Marc was going to fuck her, nonetheless, she closed her eyes and let out a wail of frustration. She managed to resist the overwhelming urge to say anything, praying to herself that her Mistress was only teasing her and that in a moment she would continue the stimulation and allow Natalie the release she was so desperately yearning for.

“It is time for you to be put to bed for the night as I have other plans. Clair, can you pass me Natalie’s chastity device please? Marc, release her lower strap and raise her butt a little higher for me then get her sleeping suit and her personal protection.”

Clair went to a drawer and withdrew a device unlike anything Natalie had seen before. She handed it to Lady Jo-Anne and she held it up for Natalie to see. It looked like it was made of some sort of hard plastic and it was made in two parts that were joined by a hinge. When she closed the device, Natalie could see exactly what it was and how it would work, and she was intrigued. When it was fitted to her, it would lock around her waist although it was high cut to go over the top of her hips. The front of it completely covered her vulva with only small holes front and back for her to take care of her bodily functions. She looked Natalie in the eye and smiled slightly.

Realizing the ramifications, Natalie began struggling within her bonds, twisting her hips around wildly but achieving nothing in the process. “Noooooooo,” she wailed. “Mistress, please may I speak?” she asked urgently.

“You may,” replied Lady Jo-Anne.

“Mistress, I… er… I was… uh… When are you going to release me? I was expecting to be home tonight?”

“Slave, you will be released when I choose to do so. You do not need to work until Monday morning so I have plenty of time to make up my mind. This will give you a real taste of what slavery can be like.”

Natalie was flabbergasted. She had not expected this
, but she was helpless to prevent it. She heard the clicking of the chain hoist and felt her legs being raised then watched in fascination, tinged with fear as Lady Jo-Anne started fitting the chastity belt to her, putting the crotch piece over her vulva and easing the rear section through her parted legs and bringing it up behind her butt. She fiddled with it until it was seated correctly. She then brought the locking tabs together, one on each side, just above Natalie’s hips.

Natalie heard the clicking of the ratchet locks as the two pieces of the device were pushed together and she felt the whole belt tighten around her torso, imprisoning it and preventing her from being able to touch herself in any meaningful way. She could see herself in the ceiling mirror and she thought to herself, this looks quite erotic in many ways and is actually more comfortable than
she would have thought.

“I shouldn’t need to explain the function of the chastity belt to you Natalie. It is obviously one layer of protection that will deny you pleasuring yourself during the night. I know you will be trying but you might be surprised at
how effective my methods are,” said Lady Jo-Anne as she turned to Marc. “Lower her legs and remove the spreader bar please.”

Natalie looked over to see Marc hand over what was obviously an adult diaper. It looked like a pair of large panties, light blue in color with a plastic outer layer and elasticized legs and internal padding. Natalie
was horrified and was obviously struggling not to say anything.

“I do not wish to be disturbed during the night
, so this will allow you to address your needs without having to wake me. When you are put to bed, you will remain there until someone gets you up in the morning.”

Natalie felt her legs being lowered before Marc took their weight. He released her ankles and lowered her feet to the floor before removing the strap on her upper torso that was still holding her down, last of all he released her wrist cuffs and pulled
her to her feet, maintaining a grip on her to ensure she would not fall over. He turned her and as he did so, her arms were deftly drawn behind her back and the cuffs were clipped together.

“Clair, will you take my slave to the bathroom before I put her into her diaper?”

“Certainly, Mistress. I will be happy to,” Clair replied as she grasped Natalie’s collar and led her out through the dungeon door, returning with her a few minutes later. Natalie was dismayed when it dawned upon her that she would need Clair’s assistance to finish and as she suspected, Clair would do nothing for her without being asked. As humiliating as Natalie found it, it also served to put her further into the slave like mentality that Jo-Anne was seeking.

Lady Jo-Anne was waiting. “Lift your foot.” As Natalie complied, her foot was inserted into the first side, followed by the other and the diaper was pulled up until it totally covered the chastity belt. She then turned for Marc to hand her a full body suit.

Looking at Natalie, she said, “This is made out of a rip proof material and it will keep you both warm and secure. You will see that it zips up at the rear and I secure it with a little padlock, not that you will really need that because your hands will be getting nowhere near the zipper.”

As Natalie lifted her leg the suit was drawn up and she realized it was fitted with built in booties. Her remaining leg was also inserted and the suit was drawn up. She inserted her arms in the sleeves and then realized the sleeves ended in mittens, resulting in only her head being exposed. The suit was pulled over her shoulders and she heard the zipper being raised as the suit closed in around her body. She saw the small padlock in her Mistress’s hands before it was inserted through the top of the zipper and she heard it click closed, locking her into her multi- layer bondage.

“Now
, you will go into the cage.”

Without waiting for a response from Natalie, Clair grasped her by the arm and led her over to what Natalie realized was a queen size bed with a cell like structure underneath it. It had a mattress and steel bars like a jail cell with a door at one end.

“Crawl inside and get yourself comfortable,” Clair instructed Natalie.

Natalie complied and as soon as she was inside, the door clanged shut and Clair inserted a large padlock through the hasp and staple. Natalie positioned herself and pulled a blanket over her.

“Now put your arms through the bars, slave, I just want to attach these hospital restraints to you so that you cannot use those hands of yours to get up to mischief,” Lady Jo-Anne said. As Natalie complied, she saw the white woven material straps close around each wrist and get locked in place. She found she had sufficient movement to be comfortable but not sufficient to allow both hands to be inside the cage at once.

As Natalie watched, both Clair and Lady Jo-Anne went and grasped Marc by the arms
, and he was led over to a large wooden cross in the corner. It was only seconds and they had him secured, spread-eagled on the cross. He was secured at the wrists and ankles and a strap around his waist was cinched up. A loose cloth sack was then pulled over his head, clothes pins attached to his nipples and they left him. Natalie was still looking at his throbbing erection, wondering about what might have been.

Lady
Jo-Anne stood, putting her finger to her lips, seemingly deep in thought. An idea came to her.

“Clair!” She didn’t say anything else, simply pointing at some toys on the wall. Lady Jo-Anne was wearing a mid-thigh length latex skirt and a white spandex top that framed her delicious breasts perfectly, her nipple rings showing through the stretchy material. She squatted in front of Natalie, nonchalantly spreading her legs wide in the squat and as she was wearing no panties, Natalie could see her cleanly shaved vulva and her glistening pussy that had opened up before her eyes.
Clair returned and handed her something that wasn’t clear to Natalie as her eyes were glued to her Mistress’s aroused pussy.

Without preamble, Lady Jo-Anne reached through the bars of the cage and slipped a half hood over Natalie’s head. It laced up at the back and as the laces were pulled tight, the hood pulled tightly around Natalie’s head, removing her sight and much of her hearing. When she had finished, she ran her nails gently down Natalie’s cheeks and ran her fingers across her lips. Natalie opened her mouth in response and Lady Jo-Anne slipped her finger inside Natalie’s mouth.

“Suck it, Natalie,” she said softly. Natalie could barely hear her and responded by reflex as much as by hearing the instruction. A few moments later, the finger was removed and Natalie heard, “Sleep well.” Despite concentrating as hard as she could, she heard nothing further. Having no idea of what was happening around her, if anything, she tilted her head, straining to hear. She sensed something happening but had no idea what it was.

Lady Jo-Anne had sat down on the edge of the cage, with its bed on top. Spreading her legs and drawing her feet up onto the edge of the bed, she looked at Clair, then down between her own legs. Clair did not need to be told and she immediately dropped to her knees and her head went immediately between her lover’s legs.

Lady Jo-Anne was dripping with natural lubrication as Clair took one of her labia lips between her own lips, sucking the fold of sensitive skin, stretching it gently, opening and closing her Mistress’s vagina. She then used the fingers on one hand to replicate the motions on the other labia lip, gently sliding her fingers up and down the slick skin. It was not long before Lady Jo-Anne was moaning with pleasure.

Natalie could feel the slight movement through the structure of the cage and she could just hear the moans of her Mistress. She thought she knew what was happening and wondered if she was correct.

Lady Jo-Anne had thrown her head back and closed her eyes. Her hands had gone to her own breasts and she was gently teasing her erect nipples through the material of her spandex top. From time to time
, she would squeeze her legs against Clair’s head to make her take a break so that she would not lose control and come too quickly. Eventually, she grasped her sub’s head and eased it out from between her legs.

Getting to her feet, she grabbed Clair and kissed her hard on the lips before forcing her tongue into her mouth and exploring it, gently chewing on her bottom lip. She broke off the kiss and began nibbling on Clair’s neck before bringing her mouth around and licking her throat
then moving to the other side and nibbling once again. When her head came close to Clair’s ear, she nibbled on the ear lobe before whispering, “I feel so fucking hot after playing with Natalie and now that Marc is secure, I intend to have my way with you, Clair. I am going to redden your butt before I use my largest strap on and fuck you senseless. You will enjoy that, won’t you, you horny slut?”

“Oh God! Yessssss, Mistress,” Clair responded huskily.

With that, Clair was forced face down onto the bed, leaving her feet on the floor. Pulling her hands around behind her back, Lady Jo-Anne used one hand to hold Clair’s wrists while she roughly pulled her panties down to her knees. She could see the wet patch in the crotch of the panties, which was totally to be expected. She immediately brought her hand down firmly against Clair’s butt, firstly against one cheek and then the other. She then slipped her hand between Clair’s legs and ran her thumb gently down between Clair’s labia lips. Clair moaned with pleasure as her Mistress withdrew her hand and delivered some more stinging blows on her butt, three on each cheek.

Natalie could hear the blows landing and faintly hear what she rightly assumed were Clair’s moans in response. All this was happening literally about a foot from Natalie’s head. The movements were reverberating through the cage and she could do nothing about it except listen to the noises and wonder about how she might be feeling if it were her on the receiving end.

Lady Jo-Anne then stepped in, pushing one leg firmly between Clair’s legs. Clair then felt a rope sliding over her wrists. Her Mistress expertly looped it around again before snugging it up loosely. Clair felt she would be able to wiggle out of it at that stage but she also knew from experience that her Mistress would not leave her like that. A few seconds later, the rope looped around her torso, under her breasts before being locked off at her back. Then it went around her again, this time above her breasts after which it was tied off once again behind her back.

This time
, she felt the rope tighten around her wrists and she knew she was totally helpless, the ropes pulling in tightly against her skin and squeezing her breasts from above and below. Then, as she leaned over her, Lady Jo-Anne raked her nails up Clair’s back and around to grasp her breasts. Roughly kneading them before grasping Clair’s nipples firmly, she whispered hoarsely in her ear, “Now hurt for me you bitch. Let me hear you squeal.”

She rolled Clair’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as Clair’s moans got louder and higher in pitch. At the same time
, her Mistress’s leg was grinding away at Clair’s slick pussy.

“Oooohh fuck! Ooohh
, Mistress. Ohh, yesss. Arrgghhh. Oh please, Mistress. Arrgghhh,” Clair moaned.

Lady Jo-Anne then released Clair’s nipples and stepped back from her. “Don’t move a muscle,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress… I mean, no, Mistress,” Clair replied in confusion.

Lady Jo-Anne had taken a strap on dildo from a hook on the wall and was buckling it up around her upper thigh. Quickly lubricating it with her own juices, she stepped back putting her dildo clad leg between Clair’s legs. She pushed the tip of the dildo up so that it rested at the entrance to Clair’s dripping
vagina, just parting the lips. She leaned back over Clair again grasping her breasts once again and said, “Now, Clair, you can have the pleasure of fucking yourself. Come on. Show me what a slut you are.”