BDSM Library - Story: Second Thoughts, Chapter: Part 1

Second Thoughts

By J Battier

I'm not really sure when I first had the idea. I'd been a submissive my entire life with a very strong bondage fetish. In highschool and college this had translated into my visiting pro dominas in the local area. They charged for their services, but they were well worth it to get the chance to act out your fantasies. And that's what this was…a fantasy that was about to become a reality. I had had it in my head that being dominated by a couple- a female and a male- would be an incredibly erotic experience. I wasn't gay, and didn't even consider myself bi. In fact, he had done a remarkable job of making it sound not as if I'd be engaging in homosexual activity, but that I'd just be “submitting to a dominant person” and any acts performed were “out of respect to those who are dominant.” I had talked to both of them online frequently in the past couple of weeks. They had an ad on an alternative lifestyles personal service I had paid to join. I had graduated college only a few months earlier and was living by myself. I had a job in finance that worked me like a dog and so we had a rather limited window within which to act out our “scene.”

So there I stood on the Saturday morning at the rest area off the local interstate. I agree that it was a seedy locale for a first meeting, but it fit the plan so to say. The couple would be passing through my area on their way down to their weekend cabin. It was about two hours south of where I waited. We had discussed the weekend in depth and to great detail, but in actuality, much had been left to the imagination. I had almost talked myself out of this on several occasions, but ultimately decided to throw myself into the experience. Besides, there was a part of me at the time that was seriously considering looking in to this lifestyle for myself, and I thought it best to experience as much of it as I could in making that decision. We had pretty much only one rule for the weekend, and that was that the whole thing would be a role play scenario from which we would not break character. We had discussed ways of signaling that things should cease, but for the most part I had stressed the importance of having very little control of my environment, and the couple had agreed that this would be a good idea. It would begin as a kidnapping scenario. My car had broken down and I was trying to hitch a ride. I would get in with them at which point I would be subdued and taken under their control. How this would happen I did not know, or as he had put it…”we have to leave some things to the imagination.” And it was that phrase that made me both incredibly excited, and incredibly nervous.

It was about four thirty and I had been sitting in my car for almost a half hour. It was the beginning of fall and the sun was setting much earlier now. I must have lost focus in my thoughts because I hadn't noticed the blue Chevy avalanche that was sitting in the far corner of the rest area lot. My heart skipped a beat as I saw it sitting there, knowing that things were actually about to be set in motion. With trepidation I stepped out of my car.

For a quick description, I was 22, 5'10, 165lbs with short dark hair. That day I wore a pair of khaki pants and a dark blue dress shirt. I walked with purpose towards the truck that sat back from everybody and as I approached the window rolled down and there he was.

“Can I help you?” came his voice. It now came to my attention that he had a southern twang to his voice. I had seen him before in the pics they had exchanged, but seeing him in real life was rather surreal. He wasn't a large man, about five-10 as well, average build with short reddish brown hair and a similarly colored moustache. From where he sat I could see he was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt. I immediately set into character, but my voice came out slightly shaky

“M-my car…its having trouble, won't start, I pulled over here and I need to get to a service station or something.” I offered.

“Well relax” he began, his voice much more calm and relaxed. “Well, we'd be more than happy to give you a lift, we're passing through and could drop you at the next station a few exits down.”

I paused a moment considering this, I knew I was about to go past the point of no return. I looked into the car as if to examine and weigh the situation. He saw me looking and took the opportunity to introduce himself and the lady next to him.

“My name's Tom, and this here is my wife Janet.”

“Hi” came another southern twang. Janet too looked just as pictured. She wasn't a very attractive woman. They were both in their late forties and she had sort of a plump physique and a weathered looking face with short brown hair. Tom and Janet were a couple living a D/s relationship. Janet was the sub, however was inclined to switch when their play included others. This was essential for me. I needed a dominant female presence if I was going to do any sort of play that involved another male.

“And these fellas here are Rusty and Dale” Tom said gesturing to the two blood hounds that currently occupied the back seat of the avalanche. I was a little surprised to see their two dogs, but recalled conversations where Tom and Janet had mentioned how they bring their dogs down to the cabin to play in the lake.

“Well it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Mike.” I said. “Yes I'd greatly appreciate the ride.” I went to open the back door and get in with the dogs.

“Well now hold on” Tom began, “Here, Janet, why don't you drive, Mike you can sit shotgun, the dogs get a little testy around strangers, I'll sit in the back and keep em down.” He said stepping out of the vehicle. Within moments everyone had rearranged seating and I buckled my belt as Janet started up the car. We drove out of the lot and back on to the highway. No one really said much as the car picked up. I myself was nervous as anything. I heard Tom moving around in the back but I couldn't really hear what he was doing. We had driven for about five minutes when he spoke up.

“Jan honey, I think you want to take this next exit.” I didn't get the opportunity to see what the exit was for, but just as we began to leave the highway I saw that it said “Scenic Overpass”

I decided to voice my thoughts. “Um, I'm not really sure, I don't know the area and all, but I don't know if there'd be a service station off this exit.”

“I'm pretty sure there was, just further down the highway.” Tom replied coolly. We all sat silently as the car rolled down what appeared to be a pretty deserted road. What happened next is still sort of a blur. I remember Janet making a hard turn and the car rolled off the road and down onto a gravel path that went into a wooded area. About forty feet in she hit the brakes. The car came to a quick halt. I barely had time to mutter…

“What are we…” before Tom lunged forward. He brought his hands over the seat and my head and suddenly pulled a chord down across my body. He pulled it back by my elbows and pulling it behind the seat must have hooked the two ends together. I quickly realized it was sort of an elastic chord for latching things to the roof of a car. It pinned my arms down against the seat. Before I even had the opportunity to struggle his hands came back around the seat and he shoved a cloth over my face. His hands cupped it over my nose and mouth and firmly pulled back. The dank pungent scent immediately triggered something in brain…Chloroform! I had never been chloroformed, nor had I known what it smelled like. But all of a sudden I panicked, legitimately. I didn't know if this was safe, or what it would do to me. I tried to bring my hands up but Janet lunged over and grabbed both my wrists and forcefully held them still. I bucked back and forth but Tom held on with incredible strength.

“mmahhmmmmmm” I mumbled. I found it difficult to breathe and I seemed to be fighting for air. I felt dizzy and slightly detached from my body. I remember thinking about how all of a sudden I didn't want to be in this car and how maybe this was all a bad….and then nothing.

I don't exactly recall blacking out. But I do recall coming to. I remember thinking about work and a project I had been doing of late. For the longest time I thought I was asleep in my bed in my apartment. But then something kept nagging at me. There was a very loud noise that I couldn't place drowning out all my thoughts. Instantly I popped too and jerked forward. All too quickly I was back to reality and at that moment had no idea where I was. The ground on which I lay was freezing. It was then that I discovered that I wasn't wearing clothes. And my body seemed to be vibrating. I blinked my eyes a few times but saw only darkness. My head felt dizzy and I went to touch my hand to it when I realized my hands were pinned behind me. I shook them violently and realized they were clasped together with what felt like a leather tie. It all came back to me to quickly. The chloroform…I had been chloroformed, and just like in every story or account I had ever read, I had awoken bound. I couldn't believe that I had been stripped and not conscious. I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Upon quick inspection I realized that I was hogtied. My ankles had been bound together with what felt like a similar leather tie, and my feet had been pulled up behind me and the ankle bonds tethered to my wrists by a connecting tie. I groaned and discovered the impediment to my speech. My mouth was filled with what felt like a rubber ball. So I had been ball gagged and as my senses returned I found that there were straps running along the side of my face and up over my head all connecting in the back. A chin strap seemed to come down as well, locking my mouth around the ball which fit almost perfectly.

“mmmphh” was all I could muster when I tried. I heard the honking of a car horn and soon realized where I was. I was in the back of the avalanche. The flat bed of the truck. The roof attachment had been put in place and concealed me from the outside world. I was dumbfounded at how all this could have happened without me being privy to it. I wondered how long we had been driving as I tested my bonds. They were extremely strict and allowed for almost no movement. I suddenly became very aroused at the thought that Tom and Janet were driving down the highway, with other cars all around, none of them knowing they had a naked captive bound and gagged in their flat bed. I squirmed around in my bonds and was actually enjoying myself when I felt the car begin to slow. It was clear that we were turning off. The car made a few turns and I had to fight from rolling back and forth on my sides. Then it came to a halt and I heard the engine stop. I froze and lay very still as footsteps seemed to approach the back. The back latch was opened forcefully and came down loudly. The roof top then was pulled aside. I gazed upward and saw only the night sky. Two sets of hands grabbed at my shins, startling me and dragging me to the back. A flashlight was shone in my face. I shut my eyes as it blinded me.

“Well, looks like our passenger is awake.” Tom's voice broke the night air.

“He doesn't look too comfortable” replied Janet.

“You hear that bitch…you uncomfortable?” came Tom's question. I didn't make a move, but I opened my eyes grimacing against the light. The night air was cold against my skin.

“I asked you a question!” he said his voice raising.

All I came back with was a defeated “mmphhh”

“Seems that gag done shut you up nicely boh” he smirked. I felt the hands reaching on my legs and the strap tethering me in a hogtie was removed. My feet were pulled over the edge and hung there. A hand came forward from behind the light and something was hooked to my neck. It was then that I realized I had a collar around my neck. A leash pulled me forward as I heard Tom command “On your feet.” My feet touched the cold earth and I found myself standing upward between my two captors, my feet and hands still tied. The light was lowered and Tom and Janet came into view. I was startled to see however that both had on ski masks. They looked me over in silence. Tom was the first to speak again

“You're probably wondering whats going on, well they'll be plenty of time to explain that later, right now you're getting a piss break, so be thankful and be quick about it.” He handed the leash to the masked woman and knelt down unbinding my ankles. As soon as they were unbound Janet gave a tug and I stumbled forward following her lead. Looking about I saw we were in a wooded area. The ground was cold and muddy beneath my feet. Janet marched me a couple yards back over to a few trees. Turning to me she grabbed my dick with her hand.

“Hurry up and piss” she said and then just stood there. I looked forward into the blackness. There was no way I could piss with this woman holding my member, and I didn't really feel like I had to go anyway. Janet stood there for about thirty more seconds,

“All right, well if you don't…” her voice was cut off was I shot forward a little urine, a little more followed and soon I found myself peeing freely. Janet coaxed me a long by pulling on my dick as I went. I mumbled softly into the gag. I finished up and Janet tugged a few more times to make sure I was done.

“Lets go” she commanded and began pulling me back towards the direction of the car. The masked man was standing away from the car relieving himself. The two dogs walked about freely. I found it momentarily ironic that I was the only one on a leash. As I stood at attention by the car I found myself rather impressed with the job the two had done. I had been completely subdued and taken under their control, but I thought perhaps I was being too passive. I began to struggle with my wrist tie and try to make noise into my gag. Janet tugged and the leash, “Hush up,” as Tom headed back over to me. He carried the two leather ties in his hand. I could see his eyes through the ski mask as he held the flashlight lowered at his side.

“Let's get him back in.” Within moments I was back in the flat bed with Tom retying my bonds and putting me back into a hogtie.

“Hey honey, get me the hood from the behind the drivers seat.” He said as he secured the hogtie. He pulled it what seemed to be a notch tighter and a low grunt escaped as I arched my back in response.

“That gag sure fits well, can barely hear shit outa you.” He sneered. Reaching towards me he grabbed my nipple and squeezed tightly. Again, all I emitted was a low guttural moan. “No one'll be hearing you back hear” he chided. Janet returned and handed something to Tom. He leaned forward and pulled a black sack over my head. My world went black and he tied it off attaching it to my collar. And then like that the two of them replaced the covering and moments later the truck purred to life.

As we apparently got back on the interstate my mind began to race with thoughts about what lie ahead for the weekend. I recalled what we had discussed about my limits and their interests and for the first time it occurred to me that I no longer had any say in the matter. Also for the first time I started to realize how uncomfortable my bondage was. My jaw was beginning to ache from the ball gag and my wrists and ankles were beginning to go numb from being laced so tight. I began to wonder how much longer the drive would be and if I'd be kept tied up like this all weekend. It wasn't long before once again the truck turned off the highway, presumably we were approaching the cabin. The short interim made me question the necessity of a piss break, but they probably wanted to make sure I realized my situation and had time to dwell on it before we arrived, which involved waking me. The car seemed to be making many turns and I heard no other vehicles passing or driving behind us. The cabin had been described as in a pretty secluded area and this seemed to fit the bill. The concrete turned to gravel and became rather bumpy. I was tossed on my sides a few times but finally we came to a rest. The doors opened and I heard them and the dogs get out. The steps led away from the car and I was left in silence for a bit. I lay still and struggled to listen through my hood. After about ten minutes footsteps returned. The back was opened and within moments I found myself standing upright again. However this time, rather than release my ankles I felt myself being lifted off the ground. Tom held me under my arms and Janet took me by the legs. The two began carrying me away from the vehicle. We traveled only a short distance before I was taken indoors. I heard a door slam shut behind me, and then we were inside. I was put back on my feet and I stood there pensively. One of them took my leash and hooked it above my head to something with a clicking sound. It was rather taught and tugged at the collar. Seconds later something was attached to my wrists and I felt them being drawn up behind me and tied off to the ceiling as well. And lastly another leash was attached to my ankles and pulled tight to something. My hood was pulled off and I grimaced as once again my eyes had to adjust to the light. Facing me were my captors. The two dogs were also pacing around the room. Looking about I saw I was in a garage, directly in the middle. It was empty, since the truck was outside, save for tools and cans of paint over on a set of shelves. Both of my captors still wore their ski masks. Tom spoke first.

“Well I'm glad to see you've quit your struggling, that'll make things easier for you…believe me. You're probably wondering what this is all about.” I watched him quizzically.

“Me and the lady have taken a liking to you, and decided that we're gonna keep you and have a little fun with you…you don't mind do you?” he offered.

I decided to protest and began to moan and I attempted to thrash about. It was then that I realized just how secure I was. Janet stepped forward and gave my face a slap. It took me completely a back. Her eyes glared at me through the ski mask.

“You'll be still bitch” she hissed. I was still and they both moved closer to me. Tom took a firm hold of my cock and I froze. Janet meanwhile began massaging one of my nipples.
”You're a long way from home boy, and we've got you tied nice and good…now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way…but either way, we're doing it…hey look at me when I'm talking” Tom directed as I had moved my eyes from them in shame. I'd never had a man hold my dick and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it.

“Now there's no one around for a good couple of miles, but we're gonna keep you gagged just for good measure.” Tom went on.

“Unless of course we need your mouth for something” Janet interjected.

“Oh yeah, and believe me, we will be using that mouth of yours” Tom said coolly as Janet traced a finger over my ball gagged mouth. I let a soft moan escape and put on a look of despair. Truthfully, this comment did not settle well with me, but at the moment it was difficult to interject. They both stayed close to me and I suddenly realized that both of their hands began to massage my cock. I soon became rock hard.

“Look there honey, maybe he likes this”

“Oh I bet he does” purred Janet. Tom moved his hands up to my nipples and began twisting and massaging them as Janet became more deliberate with her hand movements.

“That's right bitch…your ours now, and we own you and that dick of yours” he said into my ear. I began to lose myself in the repeated stroking. I gave all of my bonds a short tug and grunted again into my gag. Tom grabbed me by the hair to steady me as Jaunts hand continued to massage me. I couldn't help but moan softly, a sound you could barely hear, yet Tom cupped a hand over my already gagged mouth.

“Shut up” was all he said. I grunted softly into the ball and his hand and within moments Janet was bringing me to climax. I came hard and fast and she continued pumping me as Tom held tightened his grip so that absolutely no noise escaped as I came. When they were sure I was finished Tom walked away. Janet stood there watching me. I was breathing heavily and my brow was coated in sweat and I dodged her gaze by looking at the cement floor. The next couple of minutes I seemed to be in a haze. I recall very quickly deciding that there was no place I wanted to be less than in this couples control. I gave a faint struggle just to test my bonds but everything held me quite still. Tom returned carrying a few items in his hands. His voice broke the awkward silence.

“Well now, there was a reason behind that. We know that right away, getting you off like that ends a lot of the fun for you, but it means just the beginning for us.” And just as I went to raise my eyes to meet his it struck me. I jolted and the chains held me tight. As my mind raced to figure out what just happened I heard the now familiar whoosh and felt a slight breeze before the flogger connected against me side.

“urmmmph” was the small grunt that escaped. My whimpers continued as did the whipping. Time and time again, the whoosh sound followed by impact. I just stood there, held fast by the leash to the ceiling and the two chains at my legs and feet. I felt my entire body begin to glisten with sweat as he continuously connected. I almost felt tears swelling in my eyes as my skin burned from the beating. My eyes caught Janet looking at me with a devilish smile. Eventually Tom brought the flogger to rest and again the two were upon me, both of their faces in mine.

“We're just getting warmed up, we've got a lot planned for you bitch” he grimaced. “But I think we'll put you away for a little bit…let you think about your situation” I lowered my head submissively. A string of drool from my gagged mouth dropped its way to the floor. The couple went to work quickly. My leash was pulled down from the ceiling and the chains connected to my wrist and ankle bonds were released. I relaxed slightly from the release in tension, but still realized I was completely subdued. I felt Tom behind me at my wrists. Rope was being wound around them, he pulled the chords tight and I felt the leather tie come off as the rope replaced it. He then produced additional rope and began wrapping it around my elbows and across my chest. As he did this Janet's fingers went to the harness of my ball gag. She slowly worked it loose cautioning me beforehand “If you so much as make a sound, you'll pay” and Tom chuckled “Or we'll find something else to put in that mouth that you won't like as much.” I froze at all the innuendo behind that comment and decided against saying anything. The large ball was removed from my mouth, followed by a mouthful of saliva. My jaw ached at the release of pressure and I found that it still seemed locked in place as if the gag was still in. Tom finished securing my upper body with rope and then went about removing the ankle tie.

Tom knelt in front of me and commanded that I raise first one foot and then the other. He slid on what appeared to be some sort of underwear. As he brought it up I recognized the material as leather. He pulled the brief like item all the way up and I slowly realized what it was. It was a leather chastity belt…I had once seen a similar item offered for purchase on some fetish site.
“This is to make sure we're the only ones having fun” he smirked as he began lacing it in the back. My flaccid penis seemed to fit perfectly into a sort of a leather sock in the front band, but as Tom tightened it in the back it hugged my penis tightly, almost cutting off circulation. In fact it would be impossible to achieve any sort of an erection, an experience that would prove most painful when stimulated. I decided to speak since I had not said a word since I was first subdued back in the car. My voice came out cracked and nervous

“what do you want with me…mmmph” was all that came out before Tom had cupped his hand over my mouth from behind.

“You don't seem to listen very well do you?” he whispered sharply. Janet got in my face from the front. “looks like we're going to have to shut you up again” and with that she produced a rag from her pocket. Raising it to my face Tom released his cupped hand and reaching around squeezed one of my nipples tightly. My mouth opened in pain and Janet stuffed the rag into it pushing it deep with her fingers. My cheeks bulged from the amount of cloth and it packed it so full that it seemed to start down the back of my throat. I heard a stretching sound and then jerked back as Tom brought the role of duct tape around my face. Pressing the end tightly over my mouth he began to wrap it around my head numerous times. After about five times he tore it from the roll and smoothed the loose end against my cheek, patting the side of my face twice. And just like that my world went dark again. This time I realized it was because Janet had pulled some sort of a blindfold over my eyes. I felt her tighten a strap in the back and realized it would not be easily worked off. I felt the chain of my leash being picked up and then a tug.

“mmphh” I mumbled, barely able to get anything out as I stumbled forward in to blackness.

“Move bitch” I heard Janet's voice and felt a smack to my behind. My feet moved forward awkwardly, having been bound together for so long. I breathe came through my nose loudly and as I was bent forward to follow the pull I found myself for the first time testing my new bonds. I had never felt as constricted as my upper body did now encased in Tom's rope work. Once again I found myself completely subdued. I actually found myself thinking about escape, and how one could in a situation like this. Once again, the actual grave nature of the predicament I was in came to the forefront of my mind. Here I was bound and gagged being dragged into the home of two complete strangers. No one new where I was, no one new what I had gotten myself into. For the first time my barefeet came upon a carpet. I also felt a warmth and sort of an oaky scent. It was remarkable how in just a few short hours it felt like my other senses had been greatly strengthened. We seemed to start and stop every couple of feet and I sensed that Tom was turning lights on through the home as we went. I felt something furry brush past my legs and realized it must be one of the dogs. I could hear Janet bringing up the rear behind us as she set down a set of keys and stopped to pet one of the dogs.

“That's a good boy” she purred from behind. In this situation I had to stop and consider, who was more of an animal, the four legged pet or the hobbled and gagged prisoner being led around on a leash. I felt the slack on the leash lessen and then Tom's hand took my arm. I was forced down and thought I was being pushed to the ground until my bare behind touched the seat of a chair. My bound arms hung down over the back causing me to arch slightly. I let my head drop to my chest and quietly tried to work the cloth in my mouth around and test pushing it forward against the tape that sealed it in.

“What do you think, rope are chains?” Janet's voice broke the silence.

“Lets go with the chains, we're gonna want to move him from here in a little bit, after we get things ready in the bedroom” Tom replied. I saw this as yet another time when I should attempt to voice my reluctance towards this situation and lifted my head up and attempted to moan through the gag. I braced myself for what I anticipated would be the requisite slap in the face and order to be silent, and found myself puzzled as this did not happen. Rather I felt the two of them come to either side of me. They were standing very close to me and both of their bodies pushed up against my bound form. Hands began caressing my chest and fingers were being run through my hair. I tensed, suddenly very unsure and uncomfortable with my predicament. Tom spoke

“You shouldn't feel to uncomfortable…its not gonna be all bad, I know you liked getting jerked off back there, and while that chastity belt is gonna keep that from happening again, we'll make sure you have some fun too.”

“Mmmmphmmmmm” I cooed. Janet brought her face very close to mine. Her breath was warm against my ear.

“The best thing for you to do is to just do as your told. We're gonna rape you as many times as we feel like it, and in the end, you'll be our slave. You'll do everything we say without hesitating. We won't need to ropes and the gags because you'll be ours willingly.”

Tom picked up the speech as he began twisting one of my now tender nipples

“We're going to train you to be our bitch. There will be punishments, but their will be rewards to. What you need to understand is that this is your life now. Your only focus should be to not disappoint us. We know it will be tough for you at first, and believe me, we're not going to make it easy on you. But over time, you'll come to love it.”

My mind raced at these words…”over time”, this is “your life.” In the back of my head, I knew that this was only for a weekend, at least that's what I'd been told. But what if that was a lie? What if this was real? They were taking this very seriously and had played their parts perfect up until now. Even if I had wanted to escape or break the game at anytime, I wouldn't have had the opportunity. They'd taken a great deal of caution getting me here in to their home, restrained and unseen, and now I paused to consider if I really did know these two, or what I had gotten myself in to. Tom left my side as Janet continued to tease my hair. The clinking sound of metal grew closer signaling his return moments later. The cold touch of chains greeted my naked body seconds later as the two of them began wrapping metal links around my body and intertwining them with the chair. Each of my ankles was secured to the front chair legs, and chains were wrapped over my lap and waist before being pulled taught behind me. The clicking sounds behind me indicated the use of several padlocks securing their tightness.

“Well now, this will work for the time being. Janet and I are going to excuse ourselves for the time being, some things to get ready but we'll be back….oh, but I almost forgot…one more thing.”

A drawer was opened somewhere and I heard rustling. As Tom came back to where I sat I tensed up not knowing what to expect. Janet took my head in her hands and I felt Tom pressing something in to my left ear. It felt cold and was malleable as he pressed it further in to my eardrum. Apparently it was some type of clay or putty, but it soon filled up my inner ear crevices. He did the same thing on my right side, packing in the substance again and slowly my world went quiet. I had now lost almost all senses and was truly beyond helpless. I assumed Tom and Janet had left me because I no longer felt their bodies near mine, but for all I knew they were still standing right next to me, overlooking their work. I decided against testing my bonds for a bit, due to this possibility. I just let my head fall forward and breathed heavily in and out through my nose in my new world void of sight and sound.

It started at first with my mouth. I decided one by one to test my bonds. I tried working the cloth inside against the tape around my head. The cloth was so thick inside that I could barely find a way to maneuver it. The tape didn't give at all. The blindfold could obviously not be worked in any fashion so I didn't even try. I tried shimmying my wrists against the ropes but they held tight. My fingers danced about looking for any sort of a loose knot or piece of slack but after several frustrating minutes I concluded that none could be found. I tried letting out as much air as possible to relax my chest and create slack in the chains, but they held me against the chair without any give. Once these excerises were complete I turned my thoughts toward my captors. Where had they gone and what were there plans for the immediate future. Could this all end right now if I wanted? Part of me extremely doubted it. I had given myself over to them (although a fair amount of force was required on their part) and in the end, this was my own doing. The feel of something against my chest suddenly brought me back to my present surroundings. It took me a moment to realize what it was. The soft material encasing the object was almost definitely nylon and by the circular rubbing motion I concluded it was a woman's foot. Janet had a foot against my chest and her toes wiggled around as it moved to my nipple. I let out a soft moan and remained rigid and still. The foot moved down to my crotch area and began nuzzling in my groin. My manhood immediately sprang to life but was met with the constriction of the leather chastity belt. I groaned at my inability to achieve a full erection as her teasing continued. I lowered my head submissively and tried to lean forward, my body seeking the soft touch of her foot. SLAP…my head shot back as it was struck roughly from the side.

“Be still” came Tom's instructions, although I could barely hear this due to the wax substance in my ears. His voice sounded far away and drowned out, but I quickly fell in line as Janet continued her foot molesting. A moment later I felt two hands at my nipples. Since Janet's foot remained in my groin I gathered that Tom had moved behind me. He was pinching and rubbing them, tugging on the them and giving them an occasional slap. I felt a warmth flush through my body as the two aroused my sense of touch, one of the only one's I had. I found myself falling into a space where I was becoming lost in the moment when suddenly the slack of the chains gave loose and they fell noisily to the ground by the chair. I was being picked up from behind but then someone was at my feet. They were lifted off the ground and I was suddenly horizontal once again as the two were carrying me. Neither spoke so they must have already planned the final destination, and unfortunately for me, I was pretty sure I knew where it was as well. We began ascending a flight of stairs and I became very uncomfortable as my weight sagged against Tom pulling me upward from beneath my arms. Janet for her part raised my legs to rest upon her shoulder and helped leverage Tom's position. The two clearly worked well as a team on many levels. We were moving down a hallway and then I was maneuvered through a door before being unceremoniously dropped. I fell free for a quick second before connecting with what felt to be a soft and large bed. No time was given for me to squirm as a shackle of sorts was attached to one of my ankles and then tugged as the end was shackled elsewhere. Tom was at my side by my head and his fingers began picking at the tape around my mouth. I suddenly wished very much that I be allowed to keep this gag for the sole reason that it kept other things out. I heard Tom say allowed,

“think of it like a bandied” and before I could contemplate what that meant he was tearing the tape off, unwrapping it quickly as it took with it, the hair around my head in little bits.

“MMMMMAAA” I yelped. As soon as the last bit was torn loose his fingers pried the cloth out and it was tossed aside. I licked my lips and tried stretching my jaw. His fingers returned to my mouth as something was now once again being pressed in. The circular object was fit behind my teeth and I felt my jaw being forced open. Two straps were pulled around my head and it was pulled tight and fastened. This new ring gag I found quickly shut me up again but left my mouth wide and exposed. Now two sets of hands came up and pulled loose the wax substance from my ears. As the wax came out Janet began,

“Now we have you just where we always wanted, this can go easily or we can make it very uneasy for you. Do as we say, understand?” she said in an instructional manner.

I nodded my head, unsure of what would happen next. Hands continued to slide up and down my body and I found myself incredibly responsive. I stretched against my bonds and seemed to move in anticipation of touches and caresses. I felt my penis strain to become erect but the leather chastity belt kept it pressed in a half chub state, and I found this increasingly frustrating. There were no sounds except their breathing, very warm against my neck and chest. I jerked slightly as I felt a finger at my asshole. Some sort of lube was being applied and I fought in vain as I slowly was fingered. It was an incredibly odd and invading feeling and it became very uncomfortable. Two hands gripped by head and held it firm, an indication that I was to remain still and allow myself to be violated. I slowly relented to absolute helplessness.

To say that Tom and Janet took liberties with my body given my situation would be an understatement. To this day I remain shocked by the lack of compassion or concern for easing me in to a situation I had never before been in. I lost complete sense of time and space as I sucked, was probed, and molested. At one time I found my gagged and blindfolded face buried deep in Janet's pussy as Tom worked me over from behind. I felt like I was suffocating as I gasped for hot musty air. Just my luck as they both proved to be very multi-orgasmic. I don't even recall when it all ended. I'll admit I was very much shell shocked. It finally seemed like all movement had stopped and I found myself lying alone panting softly. They were both still on the bed and moments later I felt something at my mouth. It was Janet's foot. She tapped my gagged mouth lightly before allowing her toes to dance under my nose and press them to my face. I slowly forced my tongue out through the ring, a tongue that by now felt very strained and stretched. I gently licked her toes and she responded with a soft moan.

“You're learning” she said in an almost caring manner. I serviced each of her feet for the better part of a half hour as Tom was clearly incapacitated at the moment. I put up very little resistance when later I felt them both picking me up off the bed and dragging me across the floor.

And that's how I found myself sitting Indian style on their bathroom floor. My wrists were still tied behind me with rope and the ring gag was left in. However my legs were untied and my blindfold had been removed. It took my eyes a good twenty minutes to fully adjust after being covered for what I imagined was at least half a day. The leash had been reapplied to my collar and it had been locked to a pipe at the back of the toilet. I rested my head on the toilet seats hard plastic lid. The light had been left on, probably so my eyes could regain normal function. The door was shut closed and I was alone. I occasionally heard the sound of sheets rustling outside and assumed that Tom and Janet were asleep now. At first I was slightly amazed at the lack of attention to restraining me to be left alone, but the more I surveyed the situation I realized that even had my hands not been bound behind my back, the leash had a small padlock clasping it to my collar and a similar padlock chaining it to the back of the toilet. The ring gag was kept me from actually speaking but I knew I could make noise through it if I needed to. However, locked in their bathroom, in the bedroom where they slept, in a cabin that was probably in the middle of nowhere, my chances weren't good of trying to call for help. I dozed in and out of consciousness, never being able to stay asleep for very long. My neck was very cramped at this point and a steady stream of drool ran from my open mouth down to a developing puddle on my leg. I heard movement in the other room and seconds later the door to the bathroom flew open. In walked Janet, she was completely naked and as I looked up at her less than savory physique, I shuddered slightly at what I had done to that woman. Her groggy gaze settled on me and she gave me a stern glare. I noticed that in her hand she held what appeared to be a brown nylon stocking. She came towards me and bending down quickly and expertly blindfolded me again with the stocking. Her purpose quickly became clear as the toilet seat was raised and her body sat down inches from where I sat on the floor. I turned my head away as I heard a steady stream of urine begin to flow. I was quite disgusted but could offer no protest, nor would I dare. Janet finished, flushed and before leaving yanked my blindfold off to rest around my collared neck. It would remain there for at least another three hours when the door once again opened. This time in came Tom. He too was naked. I averted my gaze but it was only to be for another moment before the stocking was pulled up over the bridge of my nose and pulled tight to once again conceal my vision. I sat rigidly as the master of the house relieved himself, and unfortunately for me, he was sitting down as well. I had become quite nauseous by the time Tom finished up, flushed and stumbled out of the bathroom. The door was left adjacent this time and my stocking blindfold left in place. I heard Tom connect with the bed and realized it was not yet morning. I tried as best as I could to curl up in some form on the cold tiled floor with no idea of what the future held for me.