Our ‘play space’ is in the attic, and was half complete, but featured a metal cot and a small padded mattress on the far side of the third floor. I had drilled a few threaded eye bolts into the wooden beams for obvious reasons, I just never assumed this would all be put to use so suddenly, and by Meg.
After Jen left, Meg turned to my come covered face and chest and beckoned me upstairs to clean up.
“Go clean up, I’m tired and I need a shower, but we have to get you into bed first.”
*Get me into bed?* I had a sinking feeling I was the first one that was being put into a little corner of the attic Meg called the slave quarters. I was still turned on, but I would be remiss if I didn’t wish to cuddle in bed and discuss what happened and what will happen. Meg was still in her ‘role’ and if I were to voice dissension or displeasure it would kill the vibe. That I knew. Plus – I was adamant with her multiple times – that when she was feeling it as the Top she could go for it. “Don’t worry about me or my feelings, okay?” I would tell her. So, there was no chance I was going to suggest something otherwise.
As I brushed my teeth and washed my face and breasts Meg walked up into the attic. I threw back a bunch of water, used the toilet, and took out my contacts and gave Meg a little bit of time.
The collar locked around my neck. Meg had already locked the chain to the eye bolt and the collar. I had to sit on the cot so that it could reach. My hands were balled into fists by the leather mitts, which were locked onto my wrists and then to one another. Padded leather ankle cuffs were given the same treatment, the length of chain between them was but four links. Lastly, an open mouth hood from restricted senses was laced tight and placed me into darkness. The attic was dark enough (I measured and cut cardboard to place in the two windows to truly plunge it into darkness) but now I was absolutely deprived of vision.
Meg centered me on the cot and draped a blanket over me, and gave me one single solitary kiss upon my hooded forehead.
“Are you going to be a good girl tomorrow for our guest?” I nodded. The chains spoke as well from my collar.
“Are you excited?” I nodded once more.
“That’s good, Liv. I’m going downstairs to our nice warm bed. You stay up here where you belong. Don’t even think about waking me up. Sleep tight, gimp!”
I had puckered my lips for a good night kiss (a daily routine we never missed), but Meg eschewed the routine, instead opting to guffaw at my request.
“No.” Was all she said. I pouted. An audible gasp escaped my lips. She knew exactly how to push my subby buttons. I hated not getting to kiss her good night when we were apart from one another, or if I was working late and couldn’t kiss her good night. This stung more than anything. She was perfect.
I heard the light switch flick. Any sense of light that crept into the hood by way of the nose holes was gone. Footsteps faded from my position, down the staircase, and ended with the wooden thud of the door closing shut and the doorknob latching in place and locking.
I heard the vent in the bathroom turn on. The shower started to run. Meg was free and warm and clean. I’m sure the steamy shower felt wonderful on her skin. I stayed awake long enough to hear the steps under me walk into our bedroom (which was intentionally right below my position in the attic) and soften as I imagined Meg crawling under the sheets and into our cozy king size bed.
I was chained to the metal frame of the cot and to the roof mere feet from my body, in bondage, belted and hooded. I heard the television ever so slightly below me for a time. I spent the night in silence and darkness and any attempt to get truly comfortable was inhibited by the chain upon my collar. Thankfully, I managed to fall asleep.
I awoke at some point. Jolted awake as I shifted my weight on the cot and was immediately pulled back into place by my bondage. Was it one in the morning? Three? I had no way to tell. I listened for Meg and could make out the slight sounds of her making her social media rounds on her phone. Or was I imagining that? I wasn’t terribly comfortable, but at least I was warm under the blanket. I felt my belt with my mitted hands and thought about sitting up, but didn’t want to lose the blanket in my blindness.
Eventually I heard Meg awake and come and go around our house, up and down the stairs she went for any number of reasons before I could hear the attic door unlock and her footsteps coming towards me.
“How did you sleep?” I asked her. Missing her dearly.
“I had the entire bed to myself and a stupid useless gimp in my attic. I slept great. Why are you asking me questions?”
Oh my.
“Your partner is a sadist I’ve learned, so you’re in for it today. Let’s get you ready and presentable for the guest.”
Meg took me out of the chains and hood. The attic was still pitch black. Easy to adjust for my eyes after being blindfolded for what felt like half of a day.
“She is quite the flirt. We texted into the morning while you were secured up here. I told her all about your exploits and adventures. You’ll be cleaning her house in no time while we go on a lunch date, isn’t that fun?” I couldn’t tell if Meg was serious or just knew that type of thing flipped a myriad of switches inside me, both good and bad. She always enjoyed the idea of cucking me, and she was running with it right now. It was a perfect opportunity.
I showered for too long. Soothing and warming and relaxing. I shaved all over, and as best I could around my chastity belt. Meg ordered me to double my makeup and put my hair into braided ponytails per her rules. Black thigh high stockings helped my feet slip into black stilettos, all picked out by my girlfriend as my ‘uniform’. A black collar belted around my neck and the pair of dangling nipple clamps were secured upon my nipples. Two pink bells adorned the clamps and jingled when I walked.
Meg stepped back into the hallway and broke character for but one sentence.
“You look so fucking hot!”
And off I went downstairs and to the kitchen to start coffee. I had ten minutes before Jen arrived. Our dining room table had been cleared of the runner and centerpiece and our work laptops and been replaced with floggers and canes and ball gags and much more. It was a bondage buffet. Did Jen suggest this to Meg? Or is Meg a wonderful host?
The coffee finished just as the knock came upon the door. I opened the door and ushered our guest in. I snapped to my old maid training from my college days, placing my arms behind my back, forearm to forearm, each hand holding the opposite elbow. Chin high, eyes straight ahead, legs spread.
“Love the uniform Meg has chosen for you. Fitting for a house slave.”
“Yes, Ma’am”
“Are you nervous?”
“No, Ma’am. Excited, rather”
“There’s no guarantee I’m taking this belt off of you, do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. I rather much like the idea of a hot little thing like you going about your days and week all belted up and unable to touch, unable to take your wife’s cock, unable to come.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I took Jen’s coat off of her and placed it in the hallway closet. She simply handed me a leather harness that held a girthy flesh colored dildo. It was a big toy. Not the biggest I had ever taken, but it was up there, and there was no doubt in mind it was going to end up in my ass. She didn’t even mention it, and moved past me on her way to the dining room. Meg arrived at the living room while I was getting the serving tray ready. Sugar, cream, mugs, coffee pot. Everything you would need. I could not *not* glance at that massive dildo.
I served Meg and Jen their beverages after setting it down upon the coffee table, light cream and sugar for Meg, just sugar for Jen. My clamps jingled as I came and went. My heels clicked on the hardwoods.
“This is nice, thank you, slave!” Said Jen, I replied in kind. There was no mention of the massive dong that would soon split me in two.
I heard them discussing the bondage I preferred as I cleaned. Eavesdropping was such a turn on, knowing that despite my role in this situation I was still the focal point.
“All fours, Olivia” Meg ordered. She always used my full name, as if it was a teasing reminder of who I was yesterday but not right now.
Jen went to work on my cheeks and the backs of my thighs. First with her hands, then with a heavy leather flogger to warm me up, expertly dancing around my steel belt, and then came the cane. My least favorite implementation. I like the feel and snap of a flogger. I love getting my ass whipped with a crop. Paddles can be great ways to bruise. But there was just something about the welt-leaving nature of a crop that scared me.
“Meg, dear, can you please grab the pair of panties and the stocking from my bag, and please remove your pantiesas well, and then I will also require a roll of packing tape and that muzzle I spotted on the table…”
The caning continued, from a rapid attack of my skin to a fully torqued swat at my cheeks that left me crawling forward on the floor away from Jen. I whimpered and growled from the treatment. Jen relinquished, but the damage had already begun and my ass burned.
They moved upstairs as I cleaned up their coffee mugs. I was quickly summoned to the bedroom. Meg’s extended index finger pointed to the ground at the edge of the bed. She didn’t even look at me and instead sat enthralled at the side of Jen. I felt like a little kid that was constantly chasing down the big kids in the neighborhood.
“How long can she stay hogtied?” As if I weren’t even here. I could answer that question. Instead I kept my head down, eyes fixed on a spot in the carpet, catching my breath and trying to ignore the warmth upon my cheeks.
“She is stubborn, kind of bratty. She won’t complain until she is at her limit. As if she needs to prove that the bondage isn’t as good as what she would put someone in – that she can do better. So, I would say go for it and once she starts whining is when we can let her out.” Bingo.
I was strapped up. Cuffs on my wrists and ankles and thighs allowed my limbs to be easily locked together and forced me into a hogtie. Both girls panties forced their way into my mouth, my cheeks slightly bulged from the fabric, tongue pressed down, muffled beyond belief. The stocking covered my entire head and blurred my vision, and then the packing tape sealed everything in. Jen circled my mouth with the tape at least a half dozen times before also doing a few wraps under my chin and over my head. This was a serious gag. Nothing Meg had ever done. She watched intently and commented on how quickly our neighbor worked.
“This isn’t my first rodeo!” I wondered if there was much more to come. What was at *her* place? Or was this a prize for her with a free weekend.
The muzzle hugged my face. The ring atop my skull that held it all together was quickly adorned with a length of chain and a carabiner that pulled my head back and tightened my hogtie. I was a secured package of leather and lace. Jen kicked me onto my side. My two tormentors laughed as I struggled to get back on to my belly. Each position alleviated some stress on joints but put the focus on others.
“I know we talked about it last night, but I’m really excited to ride your cock. Do you think your girlfriend would object?”
“Oh, no, not at all. Besides, I’m in chastity way more often than her, so if she isn’t keeping me locked up it obviously means I can fuck!” Meg knew exactly what she was doing.
I tried to moan, to groan, to whimper. All to no avail. The panty and tape gag was just too effective. All I could do was attempt to find a release with my fingers, and listen.
Listen to kissing and skin slapping together. Listen to panting and laughing and the sounds of two women having sex. Sounds of my neighbor riding my girlfriend’s cock while I was thoroughly hogtied on the floor. This was intense. Being cucked while in really strict bondage. I was entirely turned on and would have been shaking with arousal if I could *move*.
Jen came a few times and they finished once Meg did as well. More kissing and touching. Someone got their ass spanked as they departed the bed.
My thighs and legs were freed from their bondage, and the two girls hoisted my upper body onto the padded chest that stored blankets and bedsheets. *Help me get into this harness, it’s always a little tricky*
The cock slipped between my cheeks, already half parted from the chastity belt. A finger and then two slipped inside of my butt, knuckle deep and lubed. They were quiet. I moaned and fidgeted a little as Jen’s hands used the belt as a handle and worked the cock into my tight and hungry hole. It felt as large as it looked. Once Jen buried it up to the veiny faux-balls, she picked up the pace as she sodomized me. Slapping my welted ass, telling me what a good buttslut I was and exclaiming to Meg that she had such an obedient and well behaved girlfriend.
“Olivia is just as great as a Top, but obviously this isnt Olivia, this is your slave!”
“My slave, that’s right. I can have her whenever I want. Does she like enduring long bondage sessions?” Their discussion mixed with my fucking was overwhelming. I was slipping into subspace, mind wandering.
“Of course! I would say we should ask her, but, where’s the fun in that? Why? Do you think you want her for an extended stay at your house?”
Meg was out of town for a week in late March. I never did well apart from her. Maybe I was too creative for my own good. Maybe Meg just knew me as well as I knew myself. I knew what was coming.
“We can talk about it over lunch. I think I have the perfect idea. Do you think she’s had enough? We can put her back into her unit before we wash up…”
The harness was removed. The tape cut off, stocking pulled away and my mouth was unpacked. It felt nice to extend my jaw and lick my lips. I was losing focus. I didn’t even know my arms were placed into a straitjacket until they were crossing my chest and being belted behind me. The blindfold cast me back into darkness. A leash was clipped to my collar and I was pulled into the attic. Walking up steps in heels while blindfolded is not something anyone practices. I made it work, before the leash was replaced once more with the chain from last night.
“This is fun up here. I like what you’ve done!”
They chatted as I laid back on the cot. The type of move I would have let Meg help me with, but my mind was so foggy laying down and catching my breath seemed delightful.
“I think the basement is more fitting for a play space, but theres just more room up here.”
I could hear Jen reading all the labels on the storage containers. Meg tossed the blanket over me once my ankles were locked back together.
*Pup stuff, gags, plugs and dildos, rope, metal bondage, leather bondage….wow…chastity cages…yes that’s what I was looking for*
“So, you know how I mentioned that the couple that lived in the house before me loved wine?” “Yes! Can I see?”
“Let’s go now, so….they built a wine cellar under their garage. I keep it locked so that my daughter can’t get in…That’s kind of what I had in mind….”
They moved away from me, footsteps once again disappearing down the stairs. The door closed behind them. Whatever conversation they were having about *me* was inaudible once they moved into the second floor.
I wasn’t in silence. Abandoned. An afterthought almost.
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