Karen – Bondage the Cabin by MonsterP63

Karen – Bondage the Cabin by MonsterP63

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[Ding]

She glanced at her phone, resting on the living room table, then returned her focus to the movie she was watching on TV.

[Ding]

Another glance. She sighed and took a mouthful of popcorn.

[Ding]… [Ding]…

Grunting, she put down her bowl of treats and picked up her phone.

[Lynda, I need your help]

[Are you there]

[I need your help] [It’s important]

While trying to follow her movie, Lynda answered.

[What is it?]

[Can’t really explain it but you have to come to the cabin]

[Yeah right.]

[I’m serious. You need to come] [now!]

[It’s Friday evening. I have no wish to go to the cabin] [Maybe tomorrow]

[No, I need you here, now]

[Yeah, right. You’re 3 hours away, Karen]

[I know. Still. Come] [Please]

[Why? Are you hurt or something]

[I need your help]

[But… I wouldn’t be before midnight. You can call the emergency line.]

[No. YOU have to help me] [I’ll owe you]

[You have no idea] [Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can]

Almost four hours later, after driving on highways, country roads and finally a dirt road, stopping 100m from the cabin, parking her car in the narrow cleared area in the forest, she hiked the last distance, to finally reach the cabin.

It was dimly lit. It was equipped with solar panels which supplied a few items, including the lighting, but they were kept at a minimum.

The outhouse was a little to her left, behind the small cabin, housing an enclosed bedroom, the rest being opened space to use as whatever seen fit. She tried to open the door but it was locked. She knocked.

[I can’t come to the door] [Use the spare key hidden inside the outhouse] [Look over the door head jam, to the right] [From the inside]

“Fuck”, said Lynda as she used her phone lamp as a flashlight to reach the outhouse and then fetch the key, holding her breath to refrain from smelling the stench.

She walked back to the cabin and unlocked the door.

“This is better not be a prank, Karen. Where the hell are yo…”

She froze. Mid-sentence, mid-step, and mid gesture. Karen giggled but didn’t move much and didn’t speak.

“What the fuck?” asked Lynda, slowly approaching. “What happened?”

Karen looked up, at a string hanging from the ceiling. Lynda followed her eyes. The string was fixed to a nail on the bare roof support beam. It was going down and, at about knee high, it was bundled up with something metallic inside. In line with it, on the floor, a small puddle of water, barely 3cm wide.

And of course, there was Karen. She was kneeling. Cuffs were holding her knees together while being screwed on the floor. Same thing for her ankles.

Her neck, wrapped in a wide collar, was linked to a chain also reaching the roof. When standing straight on her knees, the chain was loose but if she tried to sit on her ankles, the chain would pull on her neck collar, making it very uncomfortable.

Her wrists were cuffed together and linked to the knee cuffs, limiting their range to 15cm, enough to reach the floor.

And her skin… Black shiny latex, complete with a latex hood and a panel gag.

Lynda sighed and removed the panel gag. Karen gagged a little as a pool of drool spewed out of her mouth into her latex-coated lap.

“Fuck!” said Karen, slurping her saliva.

“Well, I was more expecting a thank you, but that would do, I guess.”

“I’m sorry,” said Karen. “Thank you for coming… Please?” she said, pulling her wrists as high as she could within the range of the wrist chain.

“What is this all about?” asked Lynda, looking around. “Where are the cameras?”

“There’s no camera, Lynda. It’s a simple self-bondage session gone wrong. Now, could you please free me? The key is in this fucking lump of string,” she said, looking at it. “I should have used a rope instead of that thing. Next time, I guess.”

Lynda untangled the key from the string and tried to undo the knot tying it to it then stopped, letting the key go, letting it dangle from the string, merely 1cm off the floor.

“Your mess, your problem,” she said, walking back to the small dining table and sitting on a chair. “I can’t believe I drove 3 hours for that.”

“Fair enough, I guess,” said Karen while fondling with the keys from her latex-coated fingers.

After all, if everything had gone according to plan, she would have freed herself.

The more she was freeing herself, the more she was shaking. She stood up, standing precariously on pointed boots. Only then did Lynda notice the steel belt wrapping her very thin waist as well as a steel band going through her crotch.

Karen unlinked the knee cuffs, the last one, and while moaning, rushed outside. Lynda followed and saw her struggle in her strange footwear, coping with the barely cleared path leading to the outhouse. Karen got in and searched for something hidden near the ceiling then Lynda heard something metallic fall down on the wooden floor of the outhouse, followed by a few moans and finally a long relief sigh.

“Woooooooooo! About time! I was about to explode!!”

Lynda walked back inside. She wasn’t born yesterday. She understood what happened but, it was such a surprise. She never expected Karen to be like that. Then again, when thinking of it… Excruciatingly tight jeans, so tight that they restricted her movements and were ready to split open at any time. Extreme high heels, even for just taking a hike she was high heel wedge sneakers! And her leather jacket, so tight that she could barely reach her face to put on her sunglasses. And the gloves she was constantly wearing as a… fashion statement.

And that cabin she built, secluded, away from everyone. And it was Lynda who once said that this cabin was so isolated that anyone screaming wouldn’t be heard for kilometers around.

Karen came back a few moments later, looking totally relaxed and calm, smiling. She walked her way to the dining table, her heels clicking on the rough wood, pulled out a chair and let herself literally drop on it, her chastity belt making a loud clunk as well as herself, letting out a small yelp.

“Pfew! That was welcomed. Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t come.”

“Well… I would think you would have done it, you know… in the suit. What’s with the belt? Why do you still have it on?”

“Yeah, because I was plugged, and the chastity belt prevented me from pushing anything out. And I can’t take the belt off, only the crotch strap, but the key stays with the crotch strap, so to get out of the outhouse, I have to put the crotch strap back on and… well… the toys are screwed to the crotch strap so…”

Lynda simply stared at her, astounded.

“I understand. This comes as a total surprise for you, right?”

“Well… yes and no…” said Lynda. I knew you liked tight clothes and stuff but bondage? And doing this alone is dangerous, obviously,” she added.

“Yes, but that’s the thrill of it, you know? Not being in control, depending on something… or someone else. Yes, it’s risky and I may have gone a little too far with this one. I usually have a second release method but I’ve done that one so often that I felt confident that it would go just fine, like all the other times.”

“Yeah…” said Lynda, pensively.

After a few more relaxing breaths, Karen stood up and walked to the place where she was tied up.

“Hey, I just noticed. How the heck do you put this suit on? I only see a crotch zipper” said Lynda.

“Oh… you put it on through the crotch, but once on, you can’t get it off,” said Karen with a smirk.

“Yeah right… Seriously?”

“Through the neck. It’s called a neck-entry catsuit” she said, trying to pull open the neck but the collar prevented her from doing so. “It’s quite comfortable and I would wear this thing every day… If I could” she said, pulling the string holding the key. “Hey, where’s the key?” she asked turning to Lynda.

“You mean this one?” she said, dangling the wanted key between her fingers, holding it with a short piece of string.

“Yes, that one,” said Karen, turning around, but as she was about to grab it, Lynda closed her hand on it and brought it toward her.

“Then you’re going to have to earn it. I didn’t drive three hours in the middle of the night for something like this to be over just like that” she said, snapping her fingers.

“Euh….” managed to stutter Karen, but Lynda was already back where she had self-bound herself, holding the panel gag.

“Come here. Obviously, I’m taking the bed. You can have this nice comfy… cushion” she said with a devilish smile Karen never saw before.

“But…” began to say Karen but the face Lynda made shut her up.

Lynda put the panel gag over Karen’s mouth, fastening it very tightly, pushing the penis-shaped gag deep into her mouth. She had noticed a box of hardware and padlocks near the self-bondage area and quickly linked Karen’s arms in her back, wrists together and elbows touching. Then the knee cuffs and ankle cuffs were linked together.

She rolled Karen on her stomach and quickly put her into a tight hogtie, adding a chain from the top of her gag harness to her feet, forcing her head up. Finally, she grabbed a blindfold and ‘cut the lights out’.

“See you in the morning. Sleep… tight!” said Lynda, giggling at her own joke.

Karen moaned. This wasn’t expected nor anticipated. She had mixed feelings. For one, she liked it. For two, she was feeling insecure. For the very first time, things were really, really out of her control.

Lynda took a few steps back, fetched her phone and took a picture, of course, before heading for the bedroom. She let herself drop on it and she heard steel clinking noises. She had a quick look.

“Yeah, of course,” she mumbled, seeing the multiple D-rings and chains here and there, on the steel bed frame but also on the wall, acting as a headboard. Karen, even after spending quite some time tied up in the other room, wouldn’t have slept being tied up some more.

She undressed and slipped her feet under the thick comforter to feel the cold steel at her feet. She pulled off the comforter to reveal a length of chain that would tie her ankles to the bed frame if they were linked together.

She pushed them aside and put back the comforter, trying to find some sleep, but only hitting more steel, more chains, more anchor points with her hands. She rolled and turned, fighting to find sleep, only thinking about Karen, about her setup about whatever the heck she did to her a few moments earlier, what was the appeal of all this fetish and bondage stuff, and… would she like it too?

Well, she was at the right place and at the right… time. She pulled away the comforter, but of course, she didn’t have any cuffs. But there were plenty of rope lengths lying around the room. She picked one and tied her ankles together, linking them to the foot chain. She pulled the comforter back over her body and tried to find sleep.

However, she was wide awake, turning, rolling, each time, feeling the tug of the ropes, of the chains on her ankles, on her legs, on her hips. Somehow, she liked it. Really? Could she really like something like that?

She finally found sleep and dreamed. Weird, strange dreams where she was tied up, confined, unable to move.

In her own setup, Karen was also having wild thoughts, although they were not dreams. They were real. There she was, tightly hogtied, with no means of release until Lynda decided. She could no longer use her chicken escape button, as she called her emergency release method, if she was bored or felt a slight discomfort.

She was, for lack of a better word, stuck.

She was a prisoner, at the mercy of her captor. Damn! She was so hot! And the toys, still doing their teasing, although they were silent. They were nonetheless still inside her and every movement, every slight struggle within her tight hogtie, made them move, teasing her.

She tried to rock her hips but she was so tightly tied up that it barely moved, and the belt was doing its job: preventing her from orgasming. But the more she struggled, the more the toys moved. She knew she would not climax, but fuck! That was pure sexual torture.

There was a strange noise that woke up Lynda. Grunting, she opened her eyes to hear better… yeah, go figure, but that’s what we do. Like turning down the car radio to find an address.

Shit! Karen!

She jumped out of bed… and fell face first, her feet well anchored to the bed, her legs still on the mattress and her upper body hanging down.

“Fuck!” she mumbled as she scrambled to untie herself to finally stumble out of the bedroom into the common area. The lights were still on, and she saw Karen, slowly rocking side to side, back and forth, and moaning.

It was obvious. She was really enjoying herself.

“Karen?” asked Lynda.

Karen stopped her rocking motion. She giggled. Yes, she had been “caught” giving herself some pleasure, but isn’t that whole bondage thing exactly for that?

Lynda wasn’t exactly pissed off because Karen was having a ball, but more at the noise that woke her up. Her night was already short and she wanted to sleep.

As she looked around, she noticed the power screwdriver, screws and steel straps used for the plumbing.

She used the straps and screws, passing one strap through Karen’s collar frond D ring and screwing it on the floor. She did the same thing on her knee cuffs, screwing them tightly on the floor.

“There!” she said. “That should refrain from making more noise. I’m going back to bed!”

Karen grunted. She tried to move but she was now, literally, screwed down to the floor.4

That was some extreme bondage! She loved it. The more she struggled, the more aroused she became. That was simply awesome!

Dragging her feet, Lynda walked back to the bedroom, taking place under the comforter. But… she missed the rope on her ankles. She grabbed it back and wrapped her ankles again, linking them to the bed frame, then added another coil of rope between her knees. Her breath was shaking as she was tightening the rope around her knees, and once in the bed, feeling her legs restrained like that was just wonderful.

“That cabin is cursed!” she said as she turned to her side, trying to find some sleep, feeling her very tightly held legs, her crotch burning. “Damn!”

This was a restless night. For both of them. Lynda kept waking up feeling her tied legs and finding it arousing, even making her fingers dance over her crotch a few times, and Karen, severely restrained, unable to move, struggling to breathe, her limbs aching from the tight bondage, and her crotch on fire!

Karen heard the sound of the power drill and she was freed from the floor. Then her head was released from the strong pull of the hogtie, followed by her legs and finally her arms, although her legs were still tied together.

“Finish it up yourself,” she heard a grumpy voice tell her.

Karen pulled the blindfold off and removed the gag, letting out a pool of drool on the floor.

“Ah, shit! That was intense!” she said with a raspy voice.

“Yeah… something like that…” mumbled Lynda, searching for coffee or anything strong to drink.

“There’s a pan in the bottom left cabinet. Just fill it with water and put it on the camping stove. Coffee is the second top cabinet from your right.

Lynda proceeded to make some coffee while Karen untied herself then sat at the table, waiting.

“Won’t you get out of… it?” asked Lynda, pointing at Karen, still in full gear.

“Hell no. I’m planning to wear this all weekend. I have all my stunts ready. I will not let that little incident ruin my bondage weekend.”

Lynda was speechless.

“Really? You’re…” she said, getting up to make the coffee.

“A fetishist” completed Karen. “I am a latex and bondage fetishist. I live for latex and bondage. Given the choice, I would live my whole life, being constantly tied up and wearing latex, high heels, corsets, etc. There’s never enough.” she said, sipping the coffee Lynda had just put on the table.

“That won’t happen in the world we live in,” said Lynda.

“Yeah, I know…. So, apart from when I woke you up, how was your night?” asked Karen.

“Do you realize you have anchor points… everywhere?”

“That’s a bondage cabin. Of course, I know. Why? Did they disturb your sleep?”

“Well… sort of. I felt… compelled to tie myself up. I tied my legs with rope to the footframe. Is there a drug or something floating around?”

Karen giggled.

“No, there are no drugs in this cabin. But why? Do you like it?”

“Well… it was… interesting, but…”

“But you could free yourself at any time. Want to try the real deal?”

“Fuck no! I mean… not now… So. What other bondage activities do you have planned for your bondage weekend?”

“Apart from those ice-block sessions, it’s usually as I feel it. Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, but I try to keep myself in some sort of restrictive situation most of the time. Sometimes it’s just sitting in the sun, in front of the cabin to read a book, with my legs tied together and my wrists chained, often with my collar linked to the cabin so I can’t move much. Other times, depending on the weather, it’s inside.”

“That’s rather… light.”

“Yeah, but sometimes, light is as good as heavy. You do realize that I built this cabin, mostly restrained?” asked Karen.

“Do you mean… like that?” said Lynda, pointing at her current outfit.

“No, not in latex, I would have ruined the suit in no time, and especially not in ballet boots, but in faux-leather leggings and wedge heels, right leather jacket, collar, and on some occasions, some chain and cuffs.”

“You’re weird,” said Lynda.

“Perhaps, from your point of view. I’m fine from my point of view.”

“Well… I don’t have any idea of… this is so strange. This feels so strange.” said Lynda.

Karen grabbed a laptop from a table and brought it to the dining table, turning it on and opening a browser.

“Here. It’s a collection of kinky images and clips from the Internet. That can give you a few ideas,” said Karen.

“Uh… Oh… Wow… Damn…” said Lynda as she browsed the images. “Oh… would you like…” she said, turning the computer to Karen.

“Yes, that’s nice. Relatively light, but nice.”

“Light? This?” said Lynda, spellbound (yeah, pun intended).

“I’ll make you a deal. I’m sure you can figure out what is too dangerous or unreal to do vs what is okay. I’m leaving you to it. You decide, and I enjoy… or suffer. But it will be out of my control.”

“Uh… I don’t know if I can… but what if something goes wrong?”

“We use safewords. Green means it’s okay. Yellow means that I need something to be adjusted, replaced, or I have a question. Red is: I am in danger. get me the fuck out of this right now. Those safewords are pretty much regular in the community. And if I can’t talk, a fast grunt means: red. Two grunts mean Yellow, and one low, long grunt means that I’m enjoying it.”

“I don’t know…”

“We’ll start light. How about that setup?” she said, pointing at the image Lynda was still showing her.

She got up and took place in the middle of the bondage zone, putting her legs slightly apart and her arms behind her back.

“You put that spreader bar there between my ankles. There are d rings here and there, and there, and over there and here overhead. You do it the way you want it to be done.”

“I’ll try,” said Lynda.

Lynda installed a 60cm spreader bar between Karen’s ankles and linked the center ring to a ring on the floor. Then she chained each ankle cuff to the nearby wall.

Already, Karen could feel the restraint: her feet were not going anywhere. Her breath was beginning to shake. Was it real? Was it a dream come true? Will she like it?

Lynda then linked her collar also to the walls left and right and back. She then linked her arms in the back at the elbows and wrists.

Finally, she put the head harness back, adding the blindfold and the gag, linking the top ring to the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” she asked Karen.

“Fgeeeeeeeemmff” said Karen.

“Uh? Oh… Green. You’re okay. How about you say yellow and red so I know what it sounds like while you’re gagged?”

“PFELLLOOOOOOO…. PFGREDDDDDD””

“Yeah, that’s clear enough. I think,” said Lynda, going back to the table to browse at Karen’s computer, often stopping to look at her.

Karen was slowly squirming, reaching the end of her neck chain, feeling the tug on her head harness, her ankles locked in position, her arms pinned in her back. She loved everything about it. She was anxious about the fact that, for the very first time, she was not in control, by any means: no timed lock. No ice block. No… sheer will force.

Lynda removed her blindfold, bringing Karen out of her daydream. She walked back to the table to pick up the laptop and bring it closer to Karen, but Karen closed her eyes shut.

“Look at this? Do you think you would like it?… Duh. Open your eyes, silly.”

“Mooo.” said Karen.

“No? Why no?”

Karen tried to answer, but with her mouth filled with a large gag, only intelligible gibberish came out.

“We need to talk,” said Lynda, taking off the gag, a stream of drool oozing out at the same time. “Why don’t you look at the image? I want to know if I can do this with you.”

“No, I won’t. I don’t want to know what’s going to happen. I don’t want to know what you will do. I want to… suffer the predicament, without having anything to do with the decision. In short, I won’t look at any image, I won’t tell you yes or no to the setup suggestion. Now, put the gag and the blindfold back and let’s have fun.”

Her breath was shaking because she was shaking. Of anticipation. Fuck! A dream come true! After all those years of self-bondage, she would finally live the real thing: out of her control.

Lynda put the blindfold back on and the gag back in, fastening it one notch tighter, pushing it farther into Karen’s mouth. She moaned. That was already extreme! She then pulled the head harness chain tighter. The pull was so tight that she had to stand on her tiptoes… on ballet boots!

She heard Lynda browse around the cabin, looking for stuff, sometimes with a happy grunt, sometimes with a frustrating grunt.

“You don’t have much stuff, do you… Oh, I know! In my car!” she said, leaving.

Karen was alone, dangling in her precarious very stretched position. She suddenly had a thought: what if something happens to Lynda while she’s gone? What if she trips and hurts herself, or worse, loses consciousness? The trail from the cabin to the car was slippy, especially at this early in the day with the morning mist on the ground.

The thought made her hot. She would be stuck in this predicament she didn’t choose!

She relaxed a little when she heard the door again and Lynda working on a yoga mat.

“You just have to get me a new one,” she heard her say.

Buy a new one? Of what? That puzzled her. Shortly after, something was applied to her knees then she felt something being wrapped around her knee, holding that “thing”, like a knee pad or something.

The same thing happened with the other knee, with each leg wrapped in what felt like food wrap, from the boot to the thigh. Her arms were released from the elbow tie and while one arm was linked to her collar, the same process was repeated with her elbow and her arm, then the next one. She now had some sort of pad held by plastic wrap over her knees and elbows, her wrists linked to her collar.

She heard the sound of duct tape being pulled from the roll and she felt it applied to her folded right arm, forcing her very much folded. Lynda wrapped it from the elbow to the wrist/shoulder, then did the same with the other arm.

“I am going to release your feet and your head now, and you will kneel,” she explained to Karen.

Karen complied and once she was kneeling, she felt a strip of tape being wrapped very tightly around her folded leg, linking the ankle to the thigh. It was done to both legs. Lynda then helped her get on her back.

Karen was feeling quite helpless. She was really impaired with her arms folded like that and now her legs. She could never achieve such an extreme bondage by herself! That was a blast.

Once on her back, with her knees in the air, Lynda wrapped them in duct tape. Tightly. Very tightly.

“Now get on all four,” instructed Lynda.

Karen struggled to take the pose, to roll on her stomach and get up on her elbows and knees.

“Good girl,” she heard Lynda say.

Then it dawned on her: Lynda had seen some bondage puppy images and had transformed Karen into one. Smiling under her panel gag, she wiggled her butt like a happy dog.

Lynda giggled.

“Okay, we’re going for a walk, now. Every dog needs a morning walk,” she said, snapping a piece of rope on Karen’s collar and tugging on it to go forward.

“Come!” she more or less ordered.

Karen tried to follow the lead as much as she could. She was able to figure out that they were passing the door frame, then the little downstep leading to the path. the only path. The winding path leads to the parking. About 20m long, filled with small gravel, with stones and roots, and slightly going downhill to the parking.

She already had her butt higher than her head and walking that inclined path was not helping. She had the distinct feeling that she was about to roll head over heels, at any moment, although Lynda could clearly see that she was in no way about to roll forward.

As soon as she was out of the shadow of the cabin, she could feel the heat on her rubber skin. She was panting. The gag was very deep and she had to concentrate not to trigger her gag reflex. One elbow moving forward, then one knee, one elbow, one knee.

That wasn’t so bad in itself. Combined with her chastity belt, that was another story.

Slowly. Very slowly.

She could feel the peebles although the pads Lynda put on helped.

Her elbow slipped on a patch of grass and she fell face first on the ground. Well, her face was very close to the ground already. She rolled on her side, ending on the side of the path on the edge of some bushes.

Her body shook and she moaned loudly. Lynda quickly crouched down to help her but, it was obvious what was happening, and she giggled.

She let Karen calm down. She was either very aroused or was already having an orgasm.

“That would be an interesting ride,” she said as Karen seemed to calm down. “Come on, I don’t intend to spend all day walking you around,” she said as she gave a sharp tug on the leash.

Karen struggled to get back on her knees and elbows. She hadn’t orgasm. Or did she? It was a mix of very high arousal with very strong pleasure, coming from the belt, the toys and also her extreme setup. Somehow, being confined in this position was a high by itself.

She resumed the walk. The sun was hot and she was sweating a lot. The layer of liquid it produced made the tight latex slide against her skin, creating the effect of someone constantly touching her.

The path had changed. Where was she going? She seemed to be going uphill now. She didn’t care. She was in her own world of arousal and pleasure, and struggling. Her shoulders, her hips were aching. They were not used to being solicited this way.

There was something hard, something… wood? Was she back at the cabin? Damn, she would have made it a longer run, now that she was used to it. She heard Lynda open the door and she made a step forward, only to be tugged back from her collar.

“No. Dogs stay outside. I don’t want you to poop everywhere in the cabin,” said Lynda as she tied the leash to yet another ring outside the door. Apparently, Karen thought of everything or she had a surplus of rings.

Karen kneeled. But by doing so, it also moved the toys one more time. One last time! She let herself drop on her stomach, arms by her side, legs on her back, the steel chastity belt banging hard against the small wooden patio of the cabin. And she banged it again. And again, moaning louder each time.

Lynda looked at her “dog” in disbelief.

“Damn, she’s screwing the patio!” she exclaimed, but Karen didn’t care. She didn’t listen. She didn’t hear. She was in her own world, the orgasm quickly building, until it exploded. Hard. Strong. Powerful! She never felt anything like this. A mix of helplessness, olf heavy bondage, and of pure pleasure! She liked it. No, she loved it! Bah, she didn’t care as long as the pleasure hormones were flowing throughout her body, reviving every cell of her body, making them dance, having fun, having pleasure.

Damn! Every cell of her body was having their own little orgasm! From the bondage to the latex. She reached the end of her short leash, feeling a tug on her collar. That even increased her orgasm level, the feeling of the situation being totally out of her control. She had no way out by herself, and it became even more apparent when the orgasm subsided.

In her self-bondage sessions, she knew that she had to wait for the release method to trigger, and it was usually not long after her orgasm. But now? Who knows? How long will Lynda keep her like that? She didn’t know when she would be released.

That aroused her again and she began to hump the patio again, banging her belt.

Lynda, who had walked inside, came back, wondering what was that noise, if Karen was in trouble, only to find her screwing the deck again.

“Fuck! You’re as horny as hell! I should try that too!” she said.

She said that as the second orgasm subsided and Karen heard it this time, making her giggle, sending one last wave of orgasmic pleasure through her body.

“I think you’re having too much fun,” said Lynda, forcing Karen up, sitting on her knees. She shortened the neck chain so she wouldn’t move from there.

Damn! That was even worse! She could feel the extreme bondage. Blind. Mute. Arms and legs useless, neck to the wall, unable to move away, unable to bend, to twist to… heck! She was in heavenly hell, feeling the rigid toys inside her, only able to wiggle her butt.

She moaned, evidently enjoying her predicament.

“You’re weird,” said Lynda before returning inside.

Karen was left to her inner thoughts. After a while, the heavy bondage took its toll. She wasn’t enjoying it anymore. She was more… suffering it. But in a good way. She couldn’t just use her second release method, her chicken button, or call it quits. She had to rely on Lynda. She was in charge.

She tried to find a more comfortable position, but the slightest move tugged on her neck chain. It was becoming awkward to have her arms folded like that, only moving at the shoulder.

Lynda was lost in her thoughts, browsing Karen’s computer image files, discovering a whole new world of, apparently, pleasure because, in the end, all those people were enjoying being sealed in rubber, gagged, tied up, suspended, mummified, gas-masked, waist crushed by incredibly tight corsets, breathing impaired by some bubbling bottles, some playing horses, some playing dogs.

Bang! Bang!

She raised her head, listening for a moment then back to the computer.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“What the fuck was that?” she asked, waiting.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“The hell?… Oh shit! Karen!!” she said, rushing outside to where Karen was tied up.

“Eaaooo!”

“Err… yes? Hello?”

“EAAOOOOO”

“Hello?” repeated Lynda.

Karen grunted.

“EEEGHMOP! EAOOOO! EEGGGHHH”

“Hey, hello, there? I don’t understand why you say that.”

“YYYEEEEMMPHOOOOOO”

“Emo?… Oh, yellow! Where? What is yellow? The sun?”

Karen grunted in short bursts, non-stop.

“What are you doing? Why… Oh! THAT yellow! said Lynda, quickly removing the panel gag. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to hearing someone talk that muffled.”

“Shit! Good thing I was not in danger!” said Karen as soon as the gag was out and her mouth was free of the drool.

“Uh… Sorry… Err… Yellow that you want to say something, right?”

“Yes. I’ve been sitting here in the sun for quite some time, sweating myself out in this BLACK latex suit. I’m thirsty. There’s some sports drink in the cooler, get me one please, before I pass out.”

“Oh, yes. Sure,” said Lynda rushing back inside to come back with a bottle shortly after and putting it in front of Karen. “There you go.”

“Lynda?”

“Yes…”

“I’m blindfolded.”

“Oh, right… Silly me,” she said, taking off the blindfold and holding the bottle back again in front of her. Karen flapped her elbows.

“Either you pour it in my mouth or you find me a straw or something or you untie my arms.”

“Oh… Silly me,” said Lynda, giggling, rushing back inside and coming back with a bowl and a straw.

She put the bowl down, poured the drink into it and put in a straw.

“Well, you’re supposed to act like a dog, right? A dog won’t drink out of a bottle… nor a straw, but, what the hell… right?”

“You are toying with me, right?” asked Karen with a grunt as Lynda unlinked her collar.

“Enjoy your drink,” she simply answered, going back inside, leaving Karen to struggle to drink.

She was able to grab the straw, which made it easier to drink than lapping it. The drink felt good. She slowly drank the whole content and sat back on her ankles. She looked around. Well, if Lynda wanted to play, she would play. She was untethered. Any free dog would wander around, right? So… why not?

She carefully moved back on ‘all-four’ and walked out of the little patio, not taking care if she was making noise or not. It was easier now since she could see where she was walking, or was it crawling?

She made it to the little footpath, heading to the cars. Her goal was to hide there until Lynda panicked.

The stroll awakened her toys, the pleasure. She had to fight not to moan too loudly. She slowly reached the cars and found a spot in the shadow of the sun to cool off. Her body and her crotch! And she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

So much that she dozed off, lying on her side.

“Are you okay?”

She moaned. She felt a small nudge on her butt.

“Hey! Are you okay? said a man’s voice.

She grunted, slowly opening her eyes, turning her head.

“Oh fuck!” she said.

A young man was there, crouching by her side.

“Are you okay? Are you in distress? Is there some lunatic that put you into this around?”

“Uh… oh… Shit… Err… No, I’m fine…” stuttered Karen.

“So… it’s just a… game, right?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m hiding from my friend. Geesh! What time is it?” she asked as she realized that the sun was really high, past noon.

“Slightly after noon.. 12:41 to be exact,” he said, looking at his watch.

“Shit! Why didn’t she come looking for me? I have to get back to the cabin,” she said, getting back on her elbows and knees and starting to walk to the cabin.

“Well… a… dog… shouldn’t be left without a leash,” he said, grabbing her by the collar. “Let me guide you,” he said.

Karen didn’t quite know how to react. Accept his ‘help’ of yelling the shit out of her to Lynda.

He was well-dressed and actually good-looking. She didn’t feel in danger. They were approaching the cabin. Karen was about to call for Lynda but he was quicker.

“Hello? Anybody there? Hello?” he yelled.

No response.

They were now reaching the cabin.

“Hello?” he said again.

“Lynda!!!” yelled Karen, even louder.

They heard something stumble inside and the door opened to a surprised and evidently half-asleep Lynda.

“Yeah… oh… OH! she said, when she realized that there was a stranger, holding Karen by her collar. “Shit! What happened?”

“Well, I found your… dog by the cars. You let her free?”

“I… What?… No… I…” stuttered Lynda, looking where Karen was supposed to be and realizing that she had indeed let her loose.

“I… might… sorry, Karen, I fell asleep.”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I was sleeping too until he found me.”

“So… hum… playing some silly game here, ladies? All by yourself?”

“Not exactly your business and… what are you doing here? This is private property. Didn’t you see the signs by the road?”

“Yes, but since the chain blocking access wasn’t there, I had a peek. I went up the path and stopped when I saw the cars, then I saw something move, so I investigated and… well… here we are.”

“You’re driving around looking for unlocked roads? What are you? A thief looking for an easy grab?” asked a shocked Karen, which sounded weird coming from someone in full latex, sitting on her ankles with her arms folded on themselves.

“No, I’m not a thief. Absolutely not. I’m just for some privacy, you know? Some path I can walk to fully appreciate what I like,” he said, grabbing the bottom of his shirt from under his light windbreaker jacket, revealing a patch of shiny black material.

“I don’t think that would raise a lot of questions if I show it to you: I’m a fetishist myself and I like to walk outside in my gear but… well… you can figure it out…”

“Yes, you need some privacy. Well, I can say that it’s okay to indulge yourself in your pleasure here,” giggled Karen, wiggling her arms and looking down at her own setup.

In less than a minute, the man had undressed, showing his shiny black neck-entry latex catsuit. He even had a waist cincher and even high-heeled boots.

“Wow! Impressive,” said Karen. “And you walk in the forest with those on? You have my deepest respect.”

“Thank you. It’s challenging but it’s what I like. How about you? Are you always playing the dog? And is she your mistress? Oh, how rude of me. My name is Pete.”

“Nice to meet you, Pete. I am Karen and this is my best friend, Lynda. And, no. It’s actually my first time. As a dog, that is…” quickly added Karen. “If you don’t mind, Lynda, I’d like to get out. My limbs are feeling quite numb,” she said.

As Lynda was freeing her, she then went on to explain the cabin, the setup, the mishap and what led her to be sleeping by the cars.

“Oh, so you’re a bondage fetishist. I know what you mean, I have the same problem myself. And what about you, Lynda? Would you like to be tied up too?”

“Yes and now. I liked the feeling of being restrained but… looking at all those images, I think I would get more pleasure at tying someone than being tied up myself. I sort of enjoyed looking at Karen’s struggle.

Karen was walking around, flexing her legs, her arms, to get the blood to flow again. Walking in her ballet boots looked as if she was barefooted.

“You impressed me,” said Pete. “I have high heels but I wouldn’t dare to try ballet boots. Hum… tell me, what would be your fantasy, now?”

Karen looked around, giggled and backed herself against a wall, spreading her legs and arms.

“Being screwed to the wall! I always wanted to try that but, alone, it’s impossible.”

“Yes, I would like to try that myself, but…”

“Oh, I have all we need for it! I have some plumber’s steel straps here, screws are here and the power screwdriver is here,” said Karen, retrieving everything from a wooden box. “Yeah… I have wild fantasies,” she said, under the amused look of Lynda and Derek.

With a devilish grin, Lynda grabbed everything, cut one length of the strap and harshly pushed Karen against the wall, feeding the strap through the D Rings of her collar and screwing it to the wall. Even though her arms and legs were free, she couldn’t go anywhere. She put the head harness back on and fastened the gag and the blindfold, under Karen’s moans of pleasure.

“You too?” asked Lynda, looking at Pete.

“Err… yes…” he said, evidently anxious, slightly shaking. “I don’t know what I’m getting into but… let’s go for it,” he said, taking place next to Karen. “Oh, I have a latex hood and some more items in my car. I can go and get them.”

A few minutes later, he was back with a backpack. he opened it, revealing an assortment of cuffs. He picked up his latex hood and put it on, adding a simple ballgag. He then wrapped a collar around his neck and took place again, next to Karen, waiting, his breath shaking.

Lynda quickly screwed a strap around his collar.

Half an hour later, they were both heavily restrained. Lynda was browsing inside Pete’s backpack.

“Do you have a blindfold?” she asked, looking at him.

He nodded no, so a piece of duct tape was put over his eyes.

Lynda took a few steps back to look at her work of art: two people, very much secured to the wall, slightly squirming and enjoying themselves. There were straps everywhere. So much so that she used the Karen’s whole supply of steel straps.

There was a strap at the forehead, pinning their head firmly against the wall. Of course the neck strap, then at the wrists, below and over the elbows, at the armpits going over the shoulders, across the chest just below the armpits, another one across the chest below the breasts, another one at the waist, hips, thigh, over and under the knees, and at the ankles.

There was no playroom!

Karen was in heaven. She had never been restrained that much before. This was pure bliss.

And in her case, Lynda added two straps linking the rings on the side of her chastity belt to the wall. Her hips/crotch were totally immobile. Trying as she might, she was totally unable to extract an ounce of teasing.

That was frustrating!

That was amazing!

She was really, really denied!

Lynda stood back to admire her work, taking a few pictures.

They were left there to endure their predicament. They had no sense of elapsed time but it seemed like a very long time. It had been, for real, about half an hour before Karen heard Pete moan as well as the sound of a vibrator.

As the device was pushed against his manhood, he squirmed, but very little, thanks to all the straps. He was evidently enjoying all of it.

Then it was Karen’s turn. Damn! That was unreal. Severely restrained, unable to move and this vibrating magic wand pressed firmly against her chastity belt was sending her to heaven. She would have loved to wiggle, to squirm, to push and pull toward or away from it, but she was completely at Lynda’s mercy.

Then it stopped, as she was really enjoying it, frustrating her. She grunted in complaint. Lynda responded by blocking her nose holes! Fuck! More challenge! Fortunately, it lasted only a few seconds but damn! So exciting.

She heard Pete moan again. He too was living his own frustrations. Like the last time, the vibration stopped when he was about to climax, leaving him hanging there.

Four times did Lynda play that game before stopping.

“Sorry guys,” said Lynda. “The batteries are dead,” she said, giggling. No, rather laughing. An evil laugh.

She, herself, was discovering a new side of her personality: a sadistic sexual dominatrix.

She left her slaves there for another half an hour. Karen heard some shuffling around as if she was looking for something. Her blindfold was removed as well as the gag.

“Say, Karen…” said Lynda. “There’s isn’t much to eat here, right?”

“Well, I had what I needed, meaning food for one person for about 2 days, not for 3 people.”

“Yeah… How about you, Pete? Any food in your backpack?”

He nodded no.

“Well, either I free you two and we all head back to town now, or I keep you as is and I go fetch something to eat. I know there’s a convenience store about half an hour from here. I would be gone maybe a little more than an hour. What do you say?”

Pete tried to say something through his ballgag. Lynda took it off.

“You will have to take my car as it’s blocking the road, now. The keys are in my jeans pocket. Just take it.”

“So… everybody is okay with it?” asked Lynda.

They both agreed. That would be great!

Lynda put the gags back and she was gone within a few minutes, leaving Karen and Pete severely tied up to the wall.

Time went on. Of course, they had no way to tell the time as there was no clock, and even so, they were both blindfolded.

When you’re simply waiting, time seems to be longer. As one once said: time is relative. When you’re doing something fun, time flies by, but when you’re waiting in line for the bathroom, time seems to be quite long.

And tied up, unable to move, blindfolded, barely anything to hear, time seemed to stop. How long as they been there?

Ten minutes? Half an hour? An hour? More than that? Karen became anxious. There was one rule they totally forgo: means of escape. A plan B. A chicken button. What if something happened to Lynda? Who would know where they were?

She was starting to panic. She struggled. She had to get free! Even if it was just to see if she could.

She could feel the steel straps biting into her skin through the latex layer. But they were too tightly secured. She had no way out. She wondered if Pete had the same thoughts.

It had been a long time.

Too long.

Way too long.

He was floating in a part of his brain he didn’t know existed. This was surfing an ocean of pleasure. Every little struggle, every little squirm reminded him that he was restrained. Severely restrained. Swallowing rubbed his Adam’s apple against the tight steel strap circling his neck.

A little tug on his hand and he was reminded of the four steel straps screwed in tightly, preventing him from moving anything but his fingers.

His feet were beginning to strain in the extreme footwear. Usually, he would have called it quits, used his chicken-button or his emergency remote, just in case that this uncomfortable situation would transform into pain that would prevent him from freeing himself at the end of his self-bondage session.

But, things were out of his hands. He had no chicken button. No emergency release.

All he could do was squirm and moan. All he heard was the squeaking of his latex and Karen’s moans and rubber squeaks. She seemed, or rather sounded, quite agitated, as if she was panicking. Surely Lynda wasn’t that far and she would come back soon.

But how long was soon? How long has he been tied up there? Ten minutes? Hell, it had to be longer than that, if felt like… hours? Nah, impossible.

Hearing Karen struggles turned him on. He imagined the dim light of the LED lighting reflecting on her curvy black latex skin as she gently squirmed. He imagined her fighting her own restraints, struggling on those extreme boots, her breathing impaired by the crushing corset, and that belt. That chastity belt. He wondered how that felt.

He had an erection. Another one. This time, his cock was in the wrong place, folded on itself. it was not exactly painful but not comfortable either. He tried to move it by working his butt muscles, his hips, but nothing moved… which increased his erection!

Fucking kinky fetish! The more you are impaired, the more you get aroused! He figured Karen was feeling the same things.

He heard a noise. Karen’s struggles became stronger, her moaning louder. He could hear it.

“OOAANNGGH! OOAANNGGH!!”

“Yeah, I’m coming!” he heard Lynda, her wet sneakers squeaking against the wood floor as she rushed to Karen, taking the gag off.

At the same time, his nose was filled with a smell that immediately made him hungry. Pizza??

“SHIT” said Karen after she spit out the saliva feeling her mouth. “Where have you been? Do you realize how long you were gone? What if something happened to uargGHHHGMMFFPGG!!!… OOOMMMMPHHGGHH!!”

“SHUT! UP!” firmly said Lynda. “Calm down, will ya? Do you think I’m stupid?” she asked as she removed only Karen’s blindfold where fire-shooting eyes were staring at her.

“I was right there, by the door. The only time I walked away was to meet the delivery guy! I got the pizza delivered. I would have used Pete’s car to drive to the road to meet him faster but this jerk drives a stick-shift! I do NOT drive a stick shift! So, I had to walk down as fast as I could that kilometer-long silly driveway of you to meet the delivery guy and walk back here. Maybe 15 minutes top because he met me halfway. I was watching you by the kitchen window all the time.” she said, walking backward to where Pete was tied up, gently grabbing his throbbing cock through his latex catsuit ” and this one got very aroused…” she said with a sultry, yet devilish voice.

Pete groaned. That was pleasurable. Yes, grab it. Tighter. Tigh… No, not that tight, actually.”

He liked it.

She removed Karen’s gag again.

“I’m… I’m sorry. It’s just that…”

“Well, wasn’t that… enjoyable?” asked Lynda. “Didn’t you wish it to be out of your control?”

“I… well…” she was stuttering while Lynda was taking off Pete’s gag.

“I did enjoy it. We should do it again,” he said with a smirk.

“Uh… err… Damn. You’re sick, you know that?” she asked him.

“Yeah, but I like myself that way. So… we have pizza, right? Can we…” he said, pulling on his arms, evidently asking to get free.

“Yes, you got pizza but… no freedom.”

“What? That’s not fair! How are we going to eat?” asked Karen.

“I will feed you. Little bite, by little bite,” she said with a creepy laugh that even Elvira would have been proud of while putting Karen’s blindfold back on.

And little pieces by little pieces she gave them. It took over half an hour and the last pieces were rather cold by then.

“There. My little slaves have all been fed. Aren’t you about to thank your mistress?”

“Err… Thank you… err… Mistress?” said Pete.

“Yeah, that could do it. How about you, Karen? Aren’t you grateful that your Mistress fed you?”

“Yes, whatever,” said Karen. “You’re not exactly my Mistress, right? You just happened to be therghmmmghfff….”

You talk too much Karen, and I should prevent you from adding anything else,” she said as she put back Pete’s gag.

“And now, Pete, I have something for you. When I looked into your car, only to realize that it was one of those stupid stick-shift things, I also found something interesting… under the seat. Yeah, I did a little digging, just in case. Can you guess what I found?”

“Ghooggmff aaghhn.”

“A cock cage, exactly, and I believe that this is just what is missing, right?” she said, unzipping his crotch zipper, only to have a large manhood extend from there (hey, I’m not about to talk down myself…)

“My, my… That wouldn’t fit in this little cage. I should do something about it,” she said, gently rubbing it, making it even harder, making Pete moan in delight… until she slapped a handful of ice over it.

Pete screamed.

“You have to thank Karen for the ice in her cooler,” giggled Lynda, while making sure Pete’s manhood was shrinking fast. In no time, he was locked into the tiny steel cage, his cold cock stuffed back inside the suit and the zipper closed.

“Now, I know you would just love to see Karen squirm in her restraints, so…” she said, carefully removing the piece of tape from over his eyes.

He could see Karen, still tightly bound just in front of him, the lights reflecting on her shiny skin.

And Lynda slowly walked away to come back with a cordless alternating power tool, to which the head had been modified for a large foam ball. She turned it on and it buzzed as the ball was quickly shaking from left to right.

“Oh! That looks interesting! she said as she applied it to Karen’s breasts, slowly moving it around as Karen moaned in delight.

“You made that tool yourself?” she asked.

Karen didn’t answer. She was simply enjoying the vibration, her restraints, her helplessness. She was living every moment of that out-of-her-control situation and loving every second of it!

Pete was struggling! The hard-on was painful. A good pain, but painful nonetheless.

Karen was in her own world. This was out of her control. This was pure joy. She felt the power tool vibrate her breasts, then even felt it over her corseted waist as it gently slid down to reach her crotch.

The strong vibrations were transmitted through her chastity belt to her toys, vibrating harder than she thought possible.

Yes, she had made the tool, based on some ideas she saw on the internet, but she had never tried it before. It was a first! And boy, did she enjoy it.

Lynda ran the vibrating tool down her right leg, inside her thigh, her leg, down to her ankle, then back up, stopping at her crotch for a lot more teasing before going down to the left leg, and then slowly back up.

Reaching her crotch, the tool stopped and the pressure increased, as well as the speed.

She was moaning louder and louder. the pleasure was increasing. The orgasm was building. She screamed and tried to throw her head backward.

Lynda saw the movement, she knew what it meant and she quickly removed the tool, leaving Karen halfway into the orgasm, struggling for it to continue, but it only died out, and rather quickly.

She fought her restraints as hard as she could, although not a lot of that struggle was visible. She was frustrated. She was pissed off. And Lynda was laughing.

She quickly switched her attention to Pete, starting on his shoulders, down to his chest, to his ribs where he twitched.

“Oooo. Ticklish?” asked Lynda, laughing, teasing him a little longer there, on the right side, then on the left side, watching him trying to avoid the tickling, then she went down, over his hip, down his left leg from the exterior, then back up, stopping at his crotch, teasing his compressed cock stuffed inside the small cage, evidently enjoying the moaning of discomfort, going down the right leg, then back up from the outside, back at his hip, to his belly, and down again at his cock.

She knew he wouldn’t orgasm and she teased him hard. Very hard. Especially seeing Karen squirm in front of him.

The vibration got a lot fainter and quite rapidly.

“What’s… oh…” said Lynda, giggling. “The battery is drained out. That’s the same one as the power screwdriver, right?” she asked Karen, not exactly waiting for an answer.

The power-vibrator was quickly back into action, this time on Karen, where it played the same little dance until, after a few minutes, it died out again.

“What? Both batteries dead? Do you have any other left?” she asked Karen, while taking off her gag.

“No, that was the two batteries I had. You will have to recharge them.”

“Oh, good. A speed charger would get that back up in about an hour, right? Where is it?”

“That’s the problem… I don’t have a quick charger here, only a 12V-operated one. Fully charging the battery would take most of the night. It would be faster with the solar panel, but, well, it’s night.” said Karen.

“Uh… Oh… Okay. Hum… Okay. Let me get you out of this quickly and… oh darn…” said Lynda, giggling. “Looks like you’re stuck here for the night, unless you have a manual screwdriver… ah… no? Oh dear,” she said, with a laugh.

“Fuck you!” said Karen before Lynda quickly put the gag back on.

As for Pete, his closed eyes and slow squirms indicated to her that he didn’t mind. He was already in his happy place.

The night was not exactly restless. He wanted to move, but he was denied. And it was an awesome feeling.

Each time he opened his eyes, he could see Karen’s shiny outline slightly reflect the small night light that had been kept on, as well as the full moonlight shining through the window. That blue light gave Karen’s suit an eerie look that was quite arousing. For him. For his mind, but his cock was… restrained as well.

He managed to finally find sleep in the early hours of the morning. He was feeling the sunshine warming his leg when he heard the sound of the power screwdriver. He opened his eyes and saw Lynda working on Karen’s restraints. His legs were numb but he was feeling just out of this world. This had been some sort of a dream. He still wasn’t sure if he had dreamed it or if it was real.

“Damn! It charged quicker than I thought,” said Karen when the gag was removed. “Lucky no one of us was in an emergency situation. I will have to think about leaving a straight screwdriver around.”

“I should tie you back up for thinking I’m such a careless person, Karen.”

“What? Why?”

“The battery wasn’t dead, it was still 75% full. I toyed with you. You do know that this is a variable-speed device, right?” she said with a wide smile.

Karen clamped shut and Pete bursted out laughing through his gag!

Lynda proceeded to unfasten Karen from the wall and she immediately collapsed on the floor, her legs unable to support her.

After making sure she was fine, she turned her attention to Pete by removing his gag.

“I should warn you,” he said, “that I will collapse like she did. I can barely feel my legs.”

“Oh… I won’t be able to hold you up. Do you mind waiting some time for Karen to get some strength back before I get you out? I’m sorry. That was a little too extreme but I’m not used to doing those things.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you have years of experience with your slaves? with her?” he said, pointing at Karen with his eyes, as his head was still secured to the wall.

“It’s actually my… first time,” she said, a little ashamed.

“Well, you’re off for a good start. I loved it. And yes, it will be better if we wait a little,” he said.

“Hum, okay,” she said, putting the power screwdriver at one of the screws securing the steel band of his head. “Err… Do you want anything off or stay full screwed on until it’s time to free you?”

“Full screwed in,” he answered, smiling.

“Really? Well, okay,” said Lynda.

“And… gagged.”

“Really?”

“Yes… And blindfolded.”

A few moments later, he was back into his head, living his dream, feeling his bondage, the restriction, the struggle and the arousal, still locked into his cock cage.

He didn’t know how long it had been but he felt hands touch his manhood and the cage was off. And the vibrating tool was back on.

He moaned loudly and he quickly had an orgasm. Powerful. Very powerful.

“There! Now that you’re all calm down, I’m going to release you,” said Lynda, giggling.

Still blindfolded and gagged, he was slowly freed from the steel bands and helped by both Lynda and Karen to lie on the ground. The tape over his eyes was removed, as well as the gag, and he found himself sitting on the ground, next to a smiling Karen.

“That… That was fun,” he said. “Nice to meet you. I’m Pete… Shit. That was dumb to say.” he said.

Karen giggled. “I feel the same,” she said, shaking his hand. “I’m Karen.”

“I’ll let you two folks rest and recuperate a little while I make some breakfast. I asked the driver yesterday to bring me some eggs and bacon. We still have some bread here so, ready for a nice breakfast?”

“Anything,” they both answered, giggling.

At first, they were rubbing their own limbs but it gradually changed where Pete was rubbing Karen’s legs and she was rubbing his, teasing each other a little over their respective crotch, but being very respectful of one another. After all, they didn’t know each other. Soon, it was the shoulders they were rubbing.

“I must say that I’m quite impressed by the size of those heels… for a man…” said Karen with a smirk. “Do you need to get out of them?” she asked.

“I’m good for now. How about you? Ballet boots are quite extreme.”

“I’m fine too. I’ve been wearing them for years.”

“Same with me. Okay, together?” he said, as they grabbed each other’s arms and folded their legs, they slowly got up, finding their balance, walking with small steps, to reach the nearby dining table where they collapsed on the chairs.

“I’m gonna need a few more hours of rest,” she said.

“Yeah… I’ll stay here for a few hours if you don’t mind,” he said.

Lynda served the breakfast and they ate, still in full gear, enjoying their meals, enjoying the view of the sun shining on their suits, glancing at each other’s eyes from time to time, giggling, smiling.

After the meal, Pete asked if there was a spare bed somewhere where he could rest a little, the time needed for his legs to be able to support him and, especially, be rested enough to not fall asleep at the wheel on his way back home.

“Well, there’s only one bed.”

“Oh. Too bad. I think I can do with the floor, if you have a few towels I can use as a mattress, although I think I have a blanket in my car. Or I can sleep in my car, I don’t mind.”

“What? No way. You’ll take the bed. I’ll take the floor,” said Karen.

“No, you’ll both take the bed,” said Lynda.

“But it’s a single bed. We won’t fit,” said Karen.

“Side by side, no. But one on top of the other. Pete under and you over.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” said Karen. “You realize that… oh… ” she said as she saw Lynda holding Pete’s cock cage.

He let out a sigh.

“Do we really have to put that thing on?”

“Oh yes, otherwise you’ll screw each other.”

“But I’m in my belt!” said Karen.

“Yeah, but he would not… come on. I think I still have some ice in the cooler because I can see that I will need it,” said Lynda, looking at the bulge growing at Pete’s crotch.

A few moans later, he was back in his cock cage and gagged.

“Take place, and spread out,” she instructed Pete.

He took place on his back, spreading arms and legs. Lynda took a rope to tie his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed.

“Now, get on top,” said Lynda.

“But…” tried to say Karen but Karen stuffed her gag back in place.

She took place on top of him, spreading her arms and legs over his. Lynda took more rope and secured her limbs as much as she could: ankles, knees, thighs, waist, torso, chest, shoulders, arms… Good thing he wasn’t that tall and Karen wasn’t that short…

They couldn’t move much. The only thing that could move was their heads.

“Well, the best way to rest is in the dark, right? So… There you go.”

The pieces of tape were back over Pete’s eyes and the blindfold was back over Karen’s hood.

Lynda took a few steps back and watched them from the doorframe. They were gently squirming, limited by their heavy bondage, but they were squirming, each one hoping to gain something from this weird bondage setup.

They slowly squirmed against one another, feeling their rubber skin slide against the other, feeling their hard ‘protective devices’ bang against each other. That got them to be aroused. For Karen, this was fun. For Pete, this was uncomfortable. They didn’t really sleep or relax. They more teased each other to the brink of mental breakdown than rest.

About two hours later, She untied them, removing their blindfolds.

“Okay. This place is a mess and needs to be cleaned out,” she said as she untied them but quickly added leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles, locking them with the provided small padlocks. Pete mumbled something through his gag but she didn’t understand and basically, didn’t care.

She added some short length of chains between the ankle cuffs, tying his arms in front of him. She did the same with Karen, then linked their collars with a longer chain.

“Get to work! And oh, there’s the dishes to clean too,” said Lynda. “My turn to take a nap, now. When I’ll get up, this place better be spotless,” she said as she disappeared inside the small bedroom.

Karen and Pete looked at each other. They needed the broom and the dustpan. Pete had no idea what to do. He had to follow Karen.

She walked off, quickly pulling on the neck chain, making him stumble forward, grunting. That would be fun.

He followed her near the exit door where the broom was hanging. She picked up the broom and, limited by her wrist restraints, handed Pete the dustpan. And she got to work, sweeping the floor.

It was not easy with her collar, not allowing her to bend her head much, the corset and her bound hands. After she gathered enough junk to fill the dustpan, she just stood there, pointing at the pile of debris. Pete understood the signal and crouched down, only to realize that the neck chain wasn’t long enough.

Karen would have to bend so that he could work the dustpan. She did so using the broom to support herself.

When he tried to get up, thanks to his bound ankles and high heels, he lost his balance, landing on his butt, which pulled the neck chain, dragging Karen with him. At the same time, his arm swung and hit the broom. Karen Karen lost it. She tried to compensate but it was simply impossible and she fell on him.

The dustpan flew in the air, spreading all the dust accumulated back everywhere.

They lay there, giggling. By their looks, this had been rather fun, but they would have to work together to succeed.

That, of course, made Lynda come and see what was going on. She stood there, her hands on her hips.

“You two seem to have too much fun. I’ll take care of that later… and clean that fucking mess!” she more or less ordered, holding back a giggle.

Pete and Karen managed to get back on with their duties and they succeeded in cleaning the dirt without falling again. Then it was time for the dishes.

Karen was at the sink while Pete was drying them. They were side by side and were doing great, being at just the right distance to help each other.

“Hum… That looks too easy.”

They turned around to see Lynda standing there, arms crossed.

After a moment, she came by them with more padlocks.

She linked Karen’s right ankle to Peter’s left ankle. She took another length of chain and linked Pete’s left wrist cuff to Karen’s right wrist cuff.

Now, they had to follow each other, very, VERY closely on every step of the task.

Karen had to move left. First, Pete had to move his right leg close to his left one, then his left one would follow Karen’s right leg next to her left leg, and only there, she would be able to move her left leg away. And the process was repeated until she reached the dirty dishes, which Lynda moved farther away.

Then they reversed the process until they were back at the sink, washed the dishes with her hands tangled together and then dry them, and they would move right to put the dishes down before restarting the whole process again.

Karen was taking as many dishes as she would take on every trip, which helped, especially since there weren’t that many dishes to clean. Until Lynda smeared ketchup on all the cleaned dishes and they had to start again.

It was a struggle, but they were having a blast. They were constantly brushing against each other, feeling their tight latex outer skin slide against the other. The struggle in their high heels was pure joy. They could feel, really feel, the restraints impairing with their task, and neither of them had an easy way out, a “Bah, too difficult, I’ll get out” thought.

It was out of their control. They were nothing but… slaves?

Karen’s belt was hitting the counter repeatedly. The same thing was happening with Pete’s cock cage, turning them both on. That was an arousal from hell. And when the dishes were all done… three times… they were exhausted and just wanted to sit and relax.

They hobbled their way to the nearest chairs, picked two and sat down, waiting for Lynda to get up from her nap, because yes, she had got up only to stain the dishes two times, before heading back to bed.

She finally got up mid-afternoon and stared at her rubber-clad friends, sitting.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked.

They both lifted their legs and wiggled their feet. They were aching. Standing up in heels put a lot of strain on the foot and the bondage setup didn’t help it.

“I will allow you one hour of rest,” said Lynda, unlinking them, but it was short-lived.

A few moments later, they were both, side by side, hogtied on the floor and blindfolded.

“There, Rest.”

They didn’t exactly rest. Pete was gently humping the floor, feeling his painful hard-on stuck in the small cock cage, nonetheless arousing. The whole experience was arousing.

Karen wasn’t resting either. She too was humping the floor, making the toys inside her move, arousing her, teasing her.

After some time Karen heard Pete moan and the sound of plastic wrap being stretched. Not long after, she was rolled on her side, and plastic wrap was wrapped around her hips.

Then all hell broke loose! The vibrator had been secured to her belt and turned on. Pete had a similar setup, with his cage removed, with the alternative tool.

They both orgasm quite rapidly, having been teased and tormented for hours! Within a few minutes, Karen’s brain lit up with fireworks as the orgasm engulfed her. All that teasing, all that pleasure she was holding back, against her will mind you, was released. In one split second, she felt more pleasure than in her whole life. Her body was run from one end to the other by an echoing pleasure wave that didn’t want to die down.

No matter how long the orgasm lasted, after a time that seemed too short, it was all over… but the toys were still there and very much active. Teasing her. Arousing her. Forcing another orgasm. And another one.

Pete was living a similar situation. Feeling the restraints, the latex and the hard stimulus from the power tool just sent him over the fence into a powerful orgasm that lasted not long enough. And the power tool was still active, still teasing him. Oh, fuck!

After what seemed like an eternity, but only half an hour, the toys were turned off and they were let to cool off. They were released from their restraints.

“So… how was it?”

“Uh… awesome?” said Karen, looking at Pete.

“Probably… I can’t find words to describe it,” he mumbled, still riding on pleasure hormones.

“Well, kids, I don’t want to burst your bubble but I do need to get back home and Pete’s car is blocking the way.”

“Yeah… I think I should be going too,” said Pete. “I still have about an hour’s drive before getting home, in North-Springfield,” he said, getting up, tucking his groin back inside the suit and closing the crotch zipper.

“Really? I have one one-hour ride too, but for South-Springfield” said Karen.

“What are the odds, right?” he said.

He grabbed his vanilla clothes and simply wrapped it around his arm.

“The fuck with it. I’m going as is. The hell if the neighbors see me,”

“Don’t forget your hardware,” said Lynda, handing him the bag with the goodies. “I put your keyring in it.”

“Thank you. You two have a nice… whatever,” he said, stumbling to walk to his car.

“Call me when you get home. Just to make sure you made it safely,” said Karen, sharing her phone number.

A few minutes later, they hear his car’s engine noise fade away.

“Do you need help with anything?” asked Lynda to Karen who was still lying on the floor.”

“Nah, I’m good. I have to close the cabin and do a few things here and there. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you when I get home to confirm that I’m all fine.”

Half an hour later, Karen was taking place in her car, still in full gear, latex, ballet heels, belt, toys… and driving home.

It was a blast and she swore she would do that again. Maybe even invite Pete. She didn’t care that her neighbors on the apartment floor, saw her like that. Hell, it may even trigger her to get out as is more often, instead of hiding her kinks.

She had just about sat down on the sofa when her phone rang. It was Pete. She smiled.

“Hello, latex lover. Safely home?”

“Hello, Karen. Yeah, I arrived about half an hour ago and I just had to… You know what I mean,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” she said, giggling, her hand at her crotch, playing with her belt.

“So… hum… say… Err… about the keyring… I seem to have the wrong one, and since all the cuffs are locked, I can’t get out of the suit or the heels. The keyring I have is a little plastic cat. Can you check yours?”

“Uh?? Wait a sec,” she said, grabbing her carry-on bag of goodies, searching in it, and retrieving a keyring.

“Damn… The keyring I have is the Subaru logo… yours?”

“Yeah… Somehow, Lynda had it mixed up. Honest mistake, tho…” he said, his voice trailing off.

“Prob… oh wait, she’s calling. Hold on… Yes, Lynda?”

“Oh, good. You haven’t called and it’s been almost two hours now, I was getting worried.”

“I just got home and I’m on the phone with Pete. Say… is it possible that you mixed up our keyrings?”

“What?… Me?” said Lynda laughing. “Why would I do that?” she added, laughing even more, before hanging up.

Karen went back to Pete’s call.

“I have the answer. Lynda did it on purpose.”

“So… what do we do now? I suspect you can’t get out either?”

“Yep… I’m stuck. What do you suggest?” she asked.

“Can we meet halfway?”

“Yes, I believe we can do that. But that will put us quite late and I don’t think it will be safe to drive back with the risk of falling asleep at the wheel. Halfway is… the cabin…” said Karen, trailing off.

“Ah… At the cabin… That could be fun.”

“See you there, then,” said Karen, hanging up, smiling. “Yeah, that could be fun…”

THE END.

(c) monsterp63

April 21st, 2024