Live Under the Female Thumb ( F/M mostly but some F/FM and some F/F )

[LunaDog]

Ladies and Gentlemen, for this my latest tale we are going to enter a dystopian world, where women have TOTAL power and men now exist under their complete control. And before we go any further here, there are some people who are VERY real within, although one is very much dead now. The one who is still with us is a lady who is a prominent participant within web-site advocating female domination, which i won't say which as I guess that the owners of THIS superb site won't appreciate me promoting other web-sites here; while the other, let's just say he was German, and it will soon become clear how he fits into this story.

LIVE UNDER THE FEMALE THUMB

I was locked away in a cell, as the jury retired to consider it verdict. Not that was any doubt as to just what that would be, or even if they’d need much time in order to reach it. For one thing, a fact that gives a major clue of just what conditions we are all forced to live our lives within now, certainly in this country; was that the twelve souls that it was comprised of were all of the female gender.

It hadn’t always been like this of course, indeed my childhood had been so happy in comparison, the world so different then, so ‘normal.’ But as I was approaching the twentieth anniversary of my appearance upon this earth, a major uprising led by a formidable woman named Cat Boulder, the Nation’s President now of course although she had just been formally a prominent member of a ‘femdom’ website; one within which the female sex had taken us males completely by surprise, and seized power, to a total and dominant degree.

Women did really rule the roost now, for example the new regulation of which I had recently fallen foul of, didn’t exist at all in the ‘good old days.’ I had been ‘caught’ within a C.C.T.V. system staring at a lady, a totally beautiful one at that, for a longer period of time than that permitted by a ‘second class citizen’ such as myself, reduced to that status by my masculine origins, of course. And when the lady in question, dressed in a really stylish leather suit, which was probably the REAL cause of my gawking, became aware of my ‘offence,’ she demanded that the maximum possible punishment be applied here. Leading to my appearance within this criminal court today.

In a clear ‘show trial’ such as that which that used to occur within Nazi Germany for example, the main prosecuting counsel, a woman naturally, had possibly performed with such zeal as inhibited by the likes of Roland Freisler, publicly denouncing me as a violent criminal, from whom decent society needed the maximum degree of protection against. What, because I’d taken a ‘gander’ at a lady’s leather clothing?

As I completely expected it wasn’t long before several heavily armed female warders came to escort me back into the dock, handcuffing me first of course, to learn my fate, as if I couldn’t guess it already. As the jury shuffled back, the one that had been selected to act as the foreman, or should I say forewoman, remained standing as the rest sat down. The court usher then directly asked ‘Madam Forewoman’ if the jury had reached a verdict, to which she was told in no uncertain terms that they had, the forewoman making a big point that it had been a resounding unanimous decision too. I had been, surprise, surprise, found totally guilty.

The judge, a female obviously, now rose, and in a totally triumphant tone pronounced sentence for my most heinous crime. Just as my accuser had demanded, oh and by the way that particular lady was present within the courtroom, a huge smile upon her face; I was to be subjected to the maximum possible penalty for such an act. The aforementioned Herr Freisler would have been most impressed, no doubt. If he actually hadn’t been a male that is.

“For what your utterly depraved mind allowed you to commit, I have no alternative other than to direct that you be placed for a period of no less than one week on public display. In order that your female superiors may assess your suitability to become their slave, conducting your life under their command, and totally subject to their orders absolutely. At the completion of such a ‘viewing’ an auction will be held to determine which one will become your supreme Mistress, in whose total service your existence will continue be within. TAKE IT AWAY!”

Again, accompanied by several armed female guards I was herded out of the main courtroom, taken to a secure process area was I was due to be rendered ready for my sentence to begin. Firstly, I was stripped completely naked, only to then be placed within items of female lingerie, namely a suspender belt and nylon stockings. As one of the guards informed me, “the clothing most associated with the act of sexual copulation, which will probably be the main purpose of the lucky lady who ends up buying your services. She’ll, almost certainly, have the fulfilment of her sexual desires foremost in her mind when making that purchase, an activity exactly in the manner of HER choosing of course.” But all of my next ‘preparations’ seemed to be totally medical rather than sexual in nature, making me wonder just what was in store for me now.

Firstly, into my left arm was placed a canular, as the same female guard commented, “well as you will be simply hanging there for an entire week, you’re need feeding within that time. Don’t worry, we’ll supply you with all of the necessary nutrients that your miserable body will require in order to keep you alive and well through this.” After that a catheter was placed within my penis, for as my female ‘companion’ explained, “what goes into your body must eventually come back out again. We’ll be dealing with what comes out the other end too, but that will wait until we’ve secured you in the required position.” Finally, very sturdy leather cuffs were wrapped around both my wrists and ankles, and when these had been buckled firmly shut, small padlocks were employed upon those buckles, to ensure that they remained in that state.

Which I was shortly to discover what said position was to be exactly, as I was now ready. Again, under heavily armed escort, I was led away into a large type of hallway, within which was solidly constructed and supported metal frame. “Oh yes, my pretty, we’re now going to fasten your body to that, and then you will be left there for the entire week as the judge pronounced. There any potential buyer may be allowed to examine you, to see if you appear to be of sufficient quality for them to feel inclined enough to invest in your services. In other words, if they wish to pay for the privilege of becoming your total Mistress, whether they wish to own you or not!” Of course, I was to have no say whatsoever in the matter!

They led me to be standing directly within the frame, where upon my arms were lifted into the air, stretched outwards, until they were very close to the uppers corner of said frame. It was now that little chains were attached with padlocks to the ‘D’ ring incorporated within my wrist cuffs, the other end of said chain being padlocked to ‘loops’ welded to the frame’s construction, in the corner where the vertical stay met the upper horizontal one. I was therefore now simply ‘hanging’ within this construction, and this feeling of ‘capture’ being further emphasised as my legs were forced apart, small chains being used to hold my ankle cuffs to more loops welded to the main frame. My seemingly ‘personal’ guard continued her verbal taunting, “comfortable my pretty? I sure hope so because you’re now going to be left in this position for the whole week, as I said. Although we haven’t quite finished here just yet, as I informed you earlier, we must ensure that any waste product your arsehole dispenses is hygienically dealt with.”

I could feel one of her colleagues putting some sort of device within my anal passage, a fitting designed to retrieve anything passing through said passage. I could now observe several large drums, very slightly filled with some sort of disinfectant, which were now connected to tubes, the other end of which were fastened to the various implements within my natural ‘waste disposal’ organs. “Right, that’s your toiletry needs catered for, now we’d better ensure that you’re fed.” Another large container, my ‘food and drink’ for the immediate future, was fastened to the framework, near to the top, and more tube work ensured that it ‘fed’ into my canular. So now, my needs regrading nutrition appeared to have been fully considered. But my female captors hadn’t finished with me just yet, oh no, not by a long chalk, they had some more ideas in mind for me, yes, didn’t they just!

For another woman guard entered the room, within her hands three battery powered vibrators, whom she handed to three of the existing guards in the room, including I noticed the lady who’s oral ‘commentaries’ I had been subjected to during all of this time. The three of them sat themselves down, and in front of their companions, and obviously me, they then activated their ‘devices,’ presumably fully charged battery wise, lifted up their leather skirts, and, ready much keeping their panties in position, began to use those vibrators upon their respective pussies.

As the buzzing continued it suddenly began to dawn upon me just what was going on here, what this was all about, and why each pussy was still covered by satin, despite the obvious downside, I mean none of these girls could directly place their implement against their own clitoris, for example. However, just as I was beginning to contemplate just how my orifice was going to cope with three sets of female scented panties within, the first of them had succeeded in bringing herself to climax, if a fairly mild one due to the circumstances addressed above. But, for the purpose they had in mind, this was more than sufficient, if these panties were distended for my mouth, and it was abundantly clear that they WERE, they were suitably coated in their bearer’s sexual juices now.

It wasn’t long before her companions brought themselves to that same pleasurable outcome, and I braced myself for my mouth to be filled with these items of female underwear, suitably scented. But although my narrator’s companions did swiftly remove theirs, shoving them into their expected destination, which immediately afterwards, found itself having a knotted tie placed within, and this being then secured around my cranium to prevent me from ejecting them, her own did not join them.

“No, my pretty,” as she resumed her verbal taunting, as she removed them from her body, waving them in front of my face for a time, “I have another intended location for these in mind now. Why should we simply settle for just dominating your sense of taste for this coming week, when we can take full charge of your sense of smell too?” And with that she quickly placed that soiled lingerie item over my head, making sure that the gusset was right over my nose, thereby satisfying that stated ambition of hers.

I must have looked a real sight, just hanging there, in a spread-eagled fashion, with a pair of female panties shoved over my head, and my mouth clearly ‘filled.’ With tubes now inserted into my body, including one in that most ‘male’ of body parts, which was on full display now. And my legs covered in the sheer nylon of real feminine clothing, that designed purely for women to wear. “Well goodnight my pretty, it’s getting late in the day now, so we’re about to leave you alone to get comfortable in your new surroundings. Tomorrow the viewing sessions will commence, so any ladies who wish to purchase and therefore thoroughly own you will have a chance to ‘sample the goods on offer,’ as it were. Oh, and just to keep things ‘fresh,’ once tomorrow viewing is over we’ll replace all three pairs of those panties, and it’ll be a different three girls performing the honours, so the scent will be slightly altered. Ciao then, see you in the morning.” Giving me a mock blown ‘kiss’ as if to emphasise her advantage over me. Turning the lights our as she left the room, the last to do so, leaving me all alone now.

[LunaDog]

Somehow I must have obtained some sleep that night, my head tilting to the side I guess, for suddenly the room was bathed in light, and in strode several women including the one who had seemed to have adopted the role of my ‘personal jailer,’ the only one who had spoken to me since my ‘conviction.’

“Good morning my pretty, before we open the floor to your potential owners, we need to ensure that you’re at your very best for them, don’t we? Ready girls?” And it seemed that this woman was in a position of somewhat authority here, the group’s official ‘leader.’

For when another of the group finally spoke it was to her and definitely not myself that she addressed her comments to. “Miss Anderson, I’m certain that the level within its nutrient bottle is sufficient to maintain it throughout today.” Notice, as the judge had done yesterday, that she had referred to me as ‘it’ and not ‘him,’ implying that I was somewhat ‘sub-human,’ which officially I was now in this new regime, being a mere male. “And the chemicals within the waste containers appear to be performing well, there’s no unpleasant smell emerging from either of them, even the ‘solids’ one. They too can be left until ‘viewing’ is over this evening.”

“Thank you, Linda,” Miss Anderson, whom I guessed, correctly as it turned out, was superior in rank replied. We’ll attend to those tonight then. Now, one by one, release its arms, to restore a bit of circulation.” An order that was then carried out, as my arms became released, lowered and there was a slight ‘tingling’ as Miss Anderson had indicated being positioned high above my head had reduced the blood flowing to my extremity somewhat. Then having replace that arm back into bondage, incidentally the cuff around my wrist had not been released at all, the method of my ‘release’ being simply to undo the padlock of the chain from the ‘loop’ within the framework, they now repeated the whole procedure with my other arm.

“Well then my pretty,” continued Miss Anderson, whose given name I only got to discover during right at the end of the time within which I was subjected to her ‘care,’ “it appears that you are now in a suitable condition for your potential Mistresses to view just what you have to offer them. Got to admit, you’re quite a decent specimen, if I didn’t already own a suitable slave to fulfil my sexual needs, I might have well put my own hat into the ring here. OPEN THE DOORS!” As her hand had been fondling my ‘tools,’ causing my cock to rather ‘rise to the occasion,’ which the fitted catheter had been designed to permit, rather conveniently.

A few minutes later the first of my ‘viewers’ strode into the room, a rather haughty looking woman, who took one glance at me, lifted her nose into the air, in a rather dismissive manner, and then strode out again, apparently no longer interested in me. Not the most auspicious of starts, I guess! However, many of the ladies that followed her that day did appear to at least, display some interest. Enough to make it clear that the auction at the end of this week would feature some bidders to purchase my cock, after all, THAT’S what they would be bidding for. I was completely unable to prevent them at all, as many of these ladies helped themselves to a good feel of my cock and balls. All within the rules, of course, provided that none of them ever pushed me beyond the ‘point of NO return,’ naturally!

So, at the end of that first day, well the ‘public viewing’ part of it anyway, as the doors now closed until the ’morrow, Miss Anderson’s voice echoed within one of my eardrums. “Well, if things didn’t get off to the best of beginnings, it now looks like there’ll be plenty of bidders for you now. Shame.” And she almost looked sorrowful! For what I didn’t know at all, was that upon the eventuality of me not being sold, if none of these women did want me enough, then I would be simply given to her. And she was clearly of the opinion that it is always useful to keep one’s options open in life, at the very least I could prove to a useful ‘spare.’ But it was crystal clear from the expensive and classy apparel that all of my ‘viewers’ had been adorned in that ALL of them possessed financial resources that the likes of Miss Anderson simply did not have available to her. If I was to end up being purchased by any of these women, it would be for a sum of money far beyond her reaches.

“Right girls, attend to your duties,” seemingly snapping herself out of her state of regret. Which meant, as discussed between them in that very morning, the replacement of my source of nourishment, and the waste containers that had resulted from my consumption of such. Oh, and then three ‘new’ women strutted into the room, each carrying a vibrator, and I recalled what Miss Anderson had informed me of, just that very morning!

Miss Anderson herself removed her own panties that resided on top of my head, and then to my relief the two pairs within my mouth. As I gulped down some welcome fresh air, the buzzing of three vibrators became totally aware to me, and the first of my three new ‘doners’ brought herself to climax, meaning that any relief that I did obtain was to be very short-lived indeed. Especially as this lady’s companions soon achieved just what she had done.

Thus, three sets of soiled panties became handed to my chief tormenter, who now placed two of them back into my orifice as before. And the now the whole point of this exercise became absolutely clear. For yes, the scent upon the original mouth ‘fillings’ had to a large extent diminished, its freshness long exhausted, but now that had been fully replenished. And as the ‘source’ belonged to some difference ladies, so too it was just that little bit different/ As was the scent now dominating my sense of smell, as Miss Anderson placed that third pair back over my head. “Don’t worry my pretty, I know that these don’t belong to me, but rest assured you’ll be sampling my own, particular aroma again before this week together has finished.” And with that, the lights were extinguished, the girls, including her, departed from the room and I was left, simply hanging there to obtain any sleep that I could.

As you can all imagine each day began to ‘blur’ into another within my captured mind, so I’m not entirely sure if it was the within fourth or fifth day of my public viewing when for the first time, SHE stroud into the room. But I do remember the sense of extreme foreboding that overwhelming negative emotion that fully enveloped me as I set eyes upon her for that initial occasion. A sense of the presence of pure evil, a real fear that totally dominated me. However, it is often a fact that a wicked woman can often be ultra-sexy, as proof of that just consider the image of the actress Angelina Jolie playing the part of ‘Maleficent’ and you’ll see exactly what I mean here; so, the sight of Ms Estella Victoria Gutenberg in all her considerable glory was almost as arousing as it was frightening!

After all, wasn’t it my staring at a lady adorned within sexy leather clothing that had got me into this perilous situation in the first place? So, I’m sure that it will come as no surprise that this woman was dressed exactly in this manner here, and it was REALLY classy and provocative gear too. She simply oozed a dark sex appeal, she just looked so damn DANGEROUS as to be utterly irresistible, and my cock, with that catheter tube hanging out of it don’t forget, responded in the only way possible!

Her reaction? A really dark smile, one full of implied menace. “Um, promising, VERY promising.” As her hand began to rub itself against my totally erect cock, the feel of her touch making it even harder if that was at all possible. “I sense the spirit of, utterly futile I know, resistance within this one. You know I’m absolutely tired of complete wimps by now, mere males who simply submit to me without even trying to fight back at all. I mean where’s the challenge in that? No, what I’m looking for here is a male who believes that he can resist me, who makes the task of his total breaking worth making the effort for, a giving me a real sense of achievement when it inevitably happens. And I believe that this could very much be the case with this specimen right in front of me here.”

Turning to face the hovering Miss Anderson, Estella asked, “When is the action for the sale of this one due to be held? I have a feeling that this is just the one I’m looking for here.”

“Next Tuesday, Ma’am.” Confirming beyond doubt, that whilst in Cat Boulder’s new regime the female ruled the roost, some women were in a far more powerful status in life than others. And quite clearly Ms Gutenberg was ranked amongst those who held the power now.

“Good. Next Tuesday then. I shall be here.” Turning back to me. “You’re going to be MINE!”

As if I wasn’t frightened enough by now? The prospect of being entirely at Estella Gutenberg’s mercy, especially when I just KNEW that I’d receive precisely NONE of that commodity froze my blood even further than it was already!

However, on a very last day of my public viewing a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of Mrs Kathryn Gillian Woodhatch. A widow, considerably older than either myself or Estella, she displayed a kindly smile, completely the opposite of my erstwhile ‘suitor.’ As was the tone of her voice, it appeared that she almost, totally against official protocol now, regarded me as a human being. I had the impression that this lady, and she was definitely that, was looking for more of a companion rather than someone to dominate, both in a sexual sense and within life in general. Kathryn also made enquiries about the date of my auction of sale to Miss Anderson, filling me full of hope that she would possess the necessary financial resources, and desire, to outbid the formidable Estella Gutenberg.

And I suppose that just as all females don’t possess the same status of power and affluence in Ms Boulder’s new world, apart from being superior to any male of course, they don’t necessarily display the same emotions. From when I’d finally been released from the frame that had held my form for over a week, once I’d been allowed to lay down on a bed within my holding cell, and she was purely alone with me; I was discover that there was some humility within Miss Anderson too.

“I’m sorry, my pretty, if I’ve appeared to be really harsh towards you during this week, but please believe me here, it would be more than my jobs worth if I was perceived to be anything else. However, I’m not so cruel as to not wish you all the very best for tomorrow, and that means being purchased by Mrs Woodhatch. She’s obviously old enough to have been fully familiar with the ‘old world’ order before President Boulder came to power, and I suspect that your life won’t be too bad if she wins at the auction. Although heaven help you if she’s outbid by Ms Gutenberg. So, good luck. Oh, and by the way, in case you were wondering my name is Zoe.” With that, locking the door to my cell after she’d left it, she was gone.

So, my day of destiny dawned. Into my room came the familiar squad of female guards led by Miss Anderson, or am I allowed to refer to her as Zoe now? I was put into a pair of female panties, leather cuffs surrounded my wrists, being padlocked together behind my back, and more soiled female panties were tied within my mouth. With some sort of sandals being placed upon my feet, I was now led away to the ‘auction house’ to learn my fate, in whose hands would I end up in here? With Zoe Anderson again wishing all the very best for today, whispering her hopes for me within my ear.

I was led onto a stage, and as my female captors were busy placing leather cuffs around my ankles, which they then chained to a floor mounted ring, I scanned to assembled throng of potential buyers, and I must say there was quite a few of them. Including, to my relief, Kathryn Woodhatch, but to my consternation sitting very close to her was Estella Gutenberg. With both of them, just like the vast majority of the other ladies present, adorned in the most stylish and clearly expensive leather outfits.

The auction began, with quite a few of the other ladies apart from these two expressing their interest in me by placing bids. But as the price climbed higher, to the delight of the female auctioneer, who was due a ‘cut’ in the form of a percentage of the final price achieved here, one by one all of the others dropped out, leaving just Kathryn and Estella in the running.

And then my heart completely sank, as with the auctioneer’s voice almost reaching fever pitch by now, Kathryn Woodhatch gently shook her head. The cruel Estella Gutenberg had won!

[tiedinbluetights]

I'm torn @LunaDog

You weave an amazingly well written and very intriguing story, as always, and I love reading of real-world Female-Led-Relationships (FLR) (thanks for the pointer to Ms Boulder, my Wife and I will sure enjoy reading some of her stuff) I also adore the fantasy of female-supremacist 'utopias' But I dislike non-consent.

In my submissive-male mind, ideally a Femdom 'utopia' would exist where all inhabitants, regardless of gender, orientation, etc. would happily live consensually, regardless of assigned role, but that's a real-life impossibility I guess, hence "one man's utopia is an other's dystopia."

Still intrigued how the story will unfold You've already got me rooting for Kathryn despite what appears to be a setback for Her.

[LunaDog]

Still intrigued how the story will unfold You've already got me rooting for Kathryn despite what appears to be a setback for Her.

Thank you for these kind words. I must admit that in this story I've really allowed my imagination to run wild, whilst nothing here is blatantly impossible, abduction by aliens, that sort of thing; it IS extremely unlikely. And there's probably more twists in this tale than a Cadbury's 'Curly Wurly.' So Kathryn Woodhatch might not necessarily have completely lost just yet. And, without giving TOO much away here, we haven't seen the last of Zoe Anderson either.

And yes, the 'real life' Cat Boulder is not like the cruel demanding person that i have made her out to be here. Like yourself, from what i've seen of her works on-line, she likes her males to WILLINGLY serve their female Mistresses. And i guess that her dream is that said males ENJOY doing so.

[LunaDog]

But, as the scowl upon her face clearly revealed, for a price far highly than she had expected or wanted to pay due to Kathryn Woodhatch, despite the fact that she could comfortably afford it. So, I was already in her bad books as she assumed TOTAL ownership of me, I was now utterly HERS, for her to subject me to whatever plans she had now. GULP!

“Right, I understand that I have the right to delay receiving my goods until tomorrow, and as it’s getting late now, and I want to install this at my ‘out of town’ farm, I will exercise that right. I’ll take delivery first thing on the morning, where I’ll have quite a drive ahead of me. Get it ready!” With that Estella Gutenberg handed a bag to Zoe Anderson, turned turtle and left. Just like that. Meaning I had to spend one more night in my holding cell, one more night under Zoe Anderson’s supervision.

Said lady appeared almost apologetic as she carried out her duties during that last evening and then in the early morning, awaiting Estella’s arrival to take collection of her new acquisition. Discovering that my now owner’s bag contained items that were only to be expected now. Including stockings of course, nearly all male slaves wore them in Ms Boulder’s new world, as if to reflect just how humiliating it was for a male to be thus adorned. Other items present included a ball gag, ‘tie at the sides’ female panties and leather cuffs for my both wrists and my ankles. Also, there was a leather collar, complete with a metal nameplate, engraved upon which was the simple message, ‘Property of Estella Gutenberg.’ As if I didn’t know that was my status now! All of these items had been placed upon my body when my new owner arrived, after I had been scrubbed utterly clean within the running water of the shower.

As Estella walked in, she noted, “good, you have prepared it well. Bring it outside, my carriage awaits!” Which, when I was escorted out by Zoe’s team, I noted was an open top Jeep type vehicle, complete with an open ‘roll bar’ arrangement. “Lift it onto the back and secure it in the appropriate position! After all, my new slave is rather used to being positioned and chained spread-eagled.” As Zoe’s girls hoisted me up, it noticed that in each top corner of that bar, small loops had been wielded in situ, presumably to tie on the rain cover, but obviously today they would hold something else. My body. Thank goodness it was a beautiful day, weather wise, and was also very warm, being mid-summer.

I’m sure that you can all guess what happened next. Yes of course, I was spread-eagled and padlocks were employed to fasten the ‘D’ ring of my wrist and ankle cuffs to that roll bar. Also, a small length of chain was produced, and this was fitted to a ‘D’ ring mounted at the front of my slave collar to another loop wielded in the centre of the horizontal section of the roll bar. I was now totally secured to Estella’s vehicle, with absolutely no escape possible, to be taken to wherever she chose, having absolutely no say in the matter. After all, as the label upon my collar stated, I was nothing other than her property now. This woman had complete authority over EVERY aspect of my life, she could do to me whatever she wanted to.

As she drove out of the court and punishment complex, onto the streets it soon became utterly clear to me how little effect the sight of a nearly naked male, me, simply wearing items of purely female lingerie attire, and chained in complete open view to this vehicle was having upon all of the city dwellers. I mean, before Cat Boulder’s ‘coup d’etat’ such a sight would have generated a vast amount of interest, but now? Not even a murmur. After all, it was just the sight of a female Mistress transporting her male slave about, and I started to notice that the vast majority of the males, most of them the former husband of their female Mistress, upon the pavement were almost naked being suspender clad as per President Boulder’s new edict, and nearly all of them were cuffed and collared, being pulled along by their female owners. Just a sign of the times now, I guess.

Soon we began to reach the outer fringes of the conurbation, and it wasn’t long afterwards that Estella was driving on the open road, as it were, in a completely rural setting, with buildings now few and far between. Especially as she left the main road, turning onto a remote country lane. And it wasn’t long after joining this isolated track that all signs of civilisation dis-appeared completely.

And that was before we came to a rather secluded spot, which when we did reach it Estella pulled off the road and parked up. “Well, well, slut I just can’t wait until I get you home until I ravish you. God, you look so utterly delicious all spread-eagled like that, and of course you’re in no position to stop me. And besides, that old bitch made me pay a lot more than I’d originally planned, so I’ve got every right to attack you just when and how I please now!” With that she unbuckled her seat belt, raising herself out of the driver’s seat, a really dirty and vicious smile upon her visage, that I found so exciting if petrifying at the same time!

Having removed her leather jacket already, she wriggled out of the matching skirt in a thoroughly provocative manner, before undoing the blouse upon her torso. Revealing the fact that she was wearing a beautiful satin basque underneath. If only I wasn’t so frightened of her, because she was most assuredly SO sexy, such a turn-on!

That basque naturally came with suspenders fitted to the bottom, which held up some very sheer and classy nylon stockings, unsurprising when one considers Estella Gutenberg’s extreme wealth, in fact the ones she had forced me to wear were also of very high quality, no she wasn’t selling me short. Emphasised when Estella stood facing me, and as one of her hands deftly removed her satin panties from her own body, the other started to stroke the nylon upon my legs. “Yes slave, despite having to pay a bit more, no OK, a LOT more, for you than I’d hoped I still consider it money well spent. Boy, am I going to have some fun with you starting right here and now?” With her own panties removed, now she set about removing mine. “Just as well I selected these for putting on you, isn’t it?” As she undid the bows on both side of my form. “For I can take these off without having to bother releasing your legs at all!”

Suddenly my nether region was within fresh air, with one of Estella’s hands ‘playing’ with my balls while the other stroked my erect cock, which was rock hard in spite of, or maybe because of, my extreme fear of the dark Estella. An emotion that was fully justified, because no sooner had she succeeded in her wish to bring my ‘tool’ to the state of full hardness, then out of the top of her basque she produced a short length of tie. Which she skilfully applied around the base of said cock and my swollen balls. Meaning one thing, NO cumming for me!

“What? Did you really think I’d be letting you obtain release? Let’s get one thing straight here, you are now MINE, and you exist for MY pleasure only! I want THIS,” and her hand clamped around my fully erect cock, “to be ready for me whenever I want it, without the annoying period when it’s shot its load and goes limp for a while. And NO, I don’t give a shit for your needs and desires, YOU ARE MINE NOW!” And with that declaration Estella Gutenberg took full possession of her new acquisition as she slipped her, soaking wet, pussy over my member.

Sure, I was locked to Estella’s car, a tie having been place around my sexual organs preventing them from providing me with any release, but believe me, that didn’t stop the feeling of my cock inside of Estella’s pussy from feeling just SO sensuous and utterly delicious. And clearly not just for me. “Oh, that’s just SO good, this is worth EVERY penny that old bitch made me pay for this privilege. And, just as I hoped for there’s still some resistance in you, isn’t there. Well, I can see that I’m going to have to shag that out of you, starting right here and now!” As she started to ride me, started the motions of sex.

Didn’t she just. Her movements were slow at first, but all of the time she was gradually accelerating her cycles until she was really pumping me, at ‘full throttle’ if you like. And if that tie that she’d cruelly applied meant no release for me, obviously there was no such reason why she couldn’t obtain one for herself, her pants of pleasure becoming louder and more intense by the moment. And then ecstasy paid her a visit, didn’t it just, as her climax hit home.

All of a sudden, she started to shake uncontrollably, after a short period of time when her whole body had ‘froze,’ and the most piecing, almost primaeval, scream resonated around me. In fact, so great was the hold that ecstasy had over her, that I’m certain that she was completely oblivious as for both of us the whole world changed at precisely that moment!

[LunaDog]

For suddenly two lithe female figures leapt upon the parked-up Jeep, each clad in a leather cat suit with full hoods, and swiftly each one produced a set of steel conventional pair of handcuffs, with which they snapped one of the cuffs around Estella’s wrists, fastening the other around the roll bar, thereby also imprisoning her to the vehicle. “Explanations in a bit Estella, and my pretty,” echoed a totally familiar voice, “but for now let’s just get out of here!” Placing a very similar ball gag to the one in my mouth into my erstwhile captor’s orifice, as her companion jumped into the Jeep’s driver’s seat, started the engine and proceeded to drive off.

With neither myself nor Estella having any idea as to where we were proceeding, and in my case not really caring after all it just appeared a case of me simply swapping one captor for another, but Estella was rather more vocal about this new state of affairs. Or she would have been, if that ball gag hadn’t been placed into her mouth, all she could emit at the moment was a “uuuugggggtttthhhhh,” as loudly as she possibly could!

Whoever had planned this had done so carefully, soon we came across a small lorry with its back doors open, into which Zoe’s companion drove Estella’s Jeep, using some already placed ramps, whereupon those doors were shut and locked. Meaning said vehicle and its two passengers cuffed to the roll bar were now completely out of sight to the outside world.

“Well thank you so much Estella, it seems that your lust and totally disregard for the interests of privacy has made our task SO much easier here. And let’s put it this way, my aunt’s plan was to simply rescue this young man here, oops I know I shouldn’t refer to him like that anymore but then none of Cat Boulder’s, well possibly apart from you, minions are here at the moment, and you’re in NO position to complain, are you? In fact, your impatience has just presented Auntie Kathryn with a lovely bonus, not only have we delivered our male friend from the cruelty you no doubt had planned for him, but now she has total possession of you too. One can’t have enough sex slaves these days, it appears!”

With that Zoe Anderson felt it safe enough to remove both my and Estella Gutenberg’s ball gags, and as expected this earned her a torrent of abuse from the latter. “What do you mean, girl, me, ME, Estella Gutenberg being a sex slave? Just wait to see what I’m going to do to you now! RELEASE ME IMMEDIATELY! And it’s ‘Ma’am,’ not Estella to the likes of you!”

“Um, I think not Estella.” Deliberately emphasising the name now. “From where I stand it’s YOU not ME who’s chained up here, hang on, what’s this?” She’d just clocked the tie around my balls and the base of my cock, fully grasping the significance straight away. “You bloody selfish mare, like I say even if we’re not supposed to anymore, both Auntie Kathryn and me regard this young man as human. What’s he done to you to deserve being treated like that?”

Turning to me, “actually she IS quite sexy, isn’t she? Do you fancy a right good shag with her while we’re driving to my aunt’s place? What else is there for you to do after all?”

Now the smile was upon my face. “Why not, as you say Zoe, she really IS quite sexy.”

“Then you shall, although I can’t release you yet. But let’s get you two closer together, shall we?” Addressing my former Mistress directly. “Where are the keys to his padlocks, I’ve got some ideas as to what you two can do here?” Obviously, Estella Gutenberg refused to answer. “Ok, hard way it is then, I was rather hoping you’d prove so stubborn and so bloody stupid!”

With that Zoe Anderson grabbed hold of one of the nipples of Estella’s tits, through the satin material of her basque, and gave it a good twist. The resulting cry of pain was almost erotic, especially when Zoe backed it up by her other hand giving the bound woman a good slap on her bare arse. “I suggest that you tell me just what I want to know, because there’s plenty more of that to come if you don’t. You really do need to take into account that you’re utterly helpless in MY hands now!”

With her head hanging low in apparent defeat, a quiet voice said, “in my jacket pocket.”

“There, you see you CAN be reasonable! I must bear that in mind when I’m shagging you half to death with my strap-on. Which, make NO mistake is just what I have in mind for you now. But first, right now this young gentleman is going to enjoy just what you intended to deny him!” As Zoe’s companion retrieved and handed her the relevant key, Estella hadn’t been stupid enough to lie here.

It wasn’t just that key that the other girl had passed to Zoe here. Both of them bent down, fitting a leather cuff around each of Estella’s ankles, then using a similar padlock as had been used in my case, fitted a small length of chain to each of these. Now Zoe undid the padlock holding the ‘D’ ring of my ankle cuff to the loop of the roll bar, moving Estella’s leg outwards so she could feed the chain through that, and then re-employed the padlock to fasten the chain to my ankle cuff. Meaning that I was chained directly to Estella Gutenberg and to the vehicle. Passing the key to her colleague, who performed exactly the same routine to our other legs.

“Ah, how romantic, you seem to belong to one another. But we’re not finished with you yet. Hold hands, interlacing your fingers!” And when we’d complied, although there was no doubt that Estella was very reluctant to do so? Zoe fitted a large leather cuff around our linked hands, buckling it shut, holding our hands together, on one side of the equation whilst the other girl did so to our other hands. Then they both removed the steel cuff sets from the equation, meaning that apart from her hands being linked to mine technically Estella’s arms where free.

But not for long. Both of our present captors soon had another leather cuff surrounding my fellow captive’s wrists, another small length of chain fastened to them. Yes, you’ve guessed correctly here, the padlock connecting my wrists to the roll bar was temporarily undone, being re-applied when said chain had been fed though both the loops of the roll bar and the ‘D’ of the cuff binding our hands together. I really was attached to Estella now, but Zoe still wasn’t satisfied. Her colleague now fetched another slave collar, with the nameplate now announcing that the bearer was the ‘Property of Kathryn Woodhatch,’ inscribed upon it. And promptly fitted it around Estella Gutenberg’s neck!

“Sorry my pretty, but we didn’t know we’d be receiving a little bonus when we planned all of this, so we only bought the one collar with us. So, you’re just going to wait until we’ve reached my aunt’s place before you get one with the correct inscription on it. But never mind, both of you are now collared, and that will do very nicely for the moment.” For as she was making this ‘speech’ she had undone the chain connecting me to the bar, feeding it through said loop, and re-fastening it to the ‘D’ ring upon Estella’s collar. God, we must have been quite a sight!

“Well, just what are you waiting for my pretty, why don’t you give your new ‘lover’ a kiss? After all, she was going to deny you, wasn’t she?” Why not, I thought to myself, as my lips sought out Estella’s equivalents, and I must admit she seemed rather reluctant to join in the spirit of the occasion. “I can’t say I’m not dis-appointed here Estella,” announced our Mistress, “and to think that you seemed to be enjoying yourself SO much when we rather interrupted you earlier. He WANTS to shag you now, and I’ve said that he can, and THAT is the end of it as far as all of us here are concerned. SO, JOIN IN!” She paused, before turning again to her companion. “Fetch the blindfolds! Perhaps it might be better if they can’t see each other now.”

Zoe’s companion did as she was asked, handing one of these to her boss, as she paced the other one over Estella’s eyes whilst Zoe put the one in her hand onto my head. But she didn’t cover my eyes just yet. “She looks REALLY sexy now doesn’t she, my pretty. I mean just how erotic can one get? Keep that thought in your head as you shag her, I’m really sorry but for now…” Then my world went completely black as Zoe now moved the blindfold down into its correct location, covering my optical receptors.

Zoe’s hands now descended to our respective nether region and suddenly my ‘tools’ were free, Estella’s cruel tie being, almost lovingly, removed. “That’s better my pretty, now you are able to enjoy yourself after this bitch has denied you for so long. But first, let’s just check that she’s wet enough for your attentions, shall we?”

After a short period of time during which I assume that Zoe was ‘playing’ with Estella’s pussy, she took hold of my erect cock and guided it there. God, it felt just so good, but unlike the previous time there was NO tie to prevent me from obtaining a climax now. And so, I began to pump Estella, initially quite slowly, but as the sensations below began to build up beautifully, constantly increasing the pace until I was really pumping my reluctant companion.

And as if to ramp me up even more Zoe’s hands were teasing my balls all of time whist her voice was within one of my ears. “Go on my pretty, she’s ALL YOURS now, this bitch who had planned to break you, to treat you as if you were just an animal, go on, SHAG HER!” As if I needed any more encouragement!

Believe me it wasn’t long before the pressure building up ‘down there’ became too much to bear, and my spunk shot up my cock and into Estella’s pussy at such a rate, an intensity, that I had never felt before. The whole inside of this truck, constantly being driven along to our final destination, by the way became filled with MY cries, as Zoe exclaimed, “well done my pretty, you DESERVE that! As does she!” Referring to the fact that Estella had NOT cum.

Obviously, Mother Nature, an appropriate expression in this now female dominated world, decreed that having shot my load my cock would now go limp, and it duly obliged, and it would be a little while before it as able to resume the action, as it were. Time that Zoe utilised to explain several things to both Estella and me.

“Firstly, my pretty, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, because although totally indirectly on your part, it is because of YOU that my estranged aunt and I have rediscovered ourselves. You see a good few years, and nothing to do with me at all, my Auntie Kathryn and my mother, who has since passed on, had a major falling out, and we’re talking about totally cutting each other off. So, up until that time when she walked in to the ‘public viewing’ of you we had completely grown apart from one another and haven’t clapped eyes, let alone had an adult chat, for quite some years. But, like I say, thanks to you, we’ve found each other once again. And, believe me, we’re both eternally grateful to you.”

Zoe now decided that now was the time to remove the cat suit’s hood, revealing her full head of golden hair, which I couldn’t see of course. Well, not for long anyway, as her next move was to lift my blindfold, after which she grabbed hold of my head and her lips met mine in the form of a full-blown snog. “Yes, my pretty, THAT grateful! You are now going to belong to Auntie Kathryn and me, and we intend to make your life as comfortable as is possible in Cat Boulder’s new world. And yes, make no mistake, that’s going to include plenty of shagging with both of us, something that doesn’t seem to be too much of a problem here.”

“Yes please, Zoe! I’d love to be shagged by you, and your aunt seems a really decent and loving person. I know the world has changed, and being male not necessarily for the better, but I’ll gladly be with you two, I know you’ll look after me, unlike her!” Directing my head in Estella Gutenberg’s direction.

“Anything to add Estella? What did you intend for our friend here, eh? Not that I really need to ask, that tie I found around his sexual organs told me all I need to know here. No, and don’t forget that you let slip a few things to me when you thought I was a mere underling and my aunt hadn’t arrived on the scene yet. You were planning to break his spirit, weren’t you? And when you’d succeeded, when you’d taken just what YOU wanted, you were planning to simply throw him aside, working him to death in your plantation’s fields. Yes, my pretty, that’s what my dear Ms Gutenberg had in mind for you. Remember this when you shag her now, as she’s here now, inescapably chained to you so you CAN repay her. Just leave something left for me now, because that’s your new role in life now Estella, to be the sex slave of my strap-on! How does that prospect excite you, eh? Anyway, it’s time again,” her hand settled on my re-hardening cock. “Something’s getting hard again. Go on, shag her again, and make it cold, hard and above all, RAW! She deserves NOTHING less.”

Zoe plunged me back into total darkness by lowering the blindfold back over my eyes, and then she guided my cock back into Estella’s pussy, which despite my loathing of its owner was utterly sensational. “Going to work me to death were you, Estella? Well now I’m going to shag you to death instead! As I began to really pound her, almost as if I fully intended what I’d just promised her. Which if I could have, I would have done now.

As the sex continued, again one of Zoe’s hands was constantly tickling my balls and her voice was in my ear, in a really seductive tone. “Go on my pretty, she was simply planning to use you, take what SHE wanted and then simply cast you aside. She needs a good shagging in order to pay for that doesn’t she? Go on my pretty, SHAG! SHAG! SHAG!” As I timed my thrusts to coincide with her shouts.

I don’t know whether Estella had decided to accept this new situation, or just that Mother Nature had deemed that she was the one in charge now, because this time Estella did respond to what I was inflicting upon her, and quite passionately too. Firstly, she began to gently moan, and make no mistake, these were sounds of genuine pleasure, not pain or humiliation.

Moans that gradually increased in terms of both pitch and volume as I kept on pounding her, those feelings of pleasure beginning to build up within my form too! And then literally fractions of a second before I could hold back no longer, Estella’s form momently froze and the most piecing scream filled the truck’s interior, completely drowning out my own cries, as my spunk shot into Estella’s womanhood.

As we both started to shake, fully held in ecstasy’s grip Estella leaned forwards and, overcome with then positive emotion I guess, her lips sought out and found mine. And then she initiated a kiss, one completely full of passion and energy!

Which rather earned her some praise from Zoe Anderson. “That’s the spirit Estella, you see just have much more pleasurable things can be when you stop fighting and start participating instead. Bet you’re looking forward to entertaining my strap-on now, oh, what fun we’re going to have! But I suspect that you’re probably asking yourself just how we knew how and where to find you, and thus perform our capture of you, um? Well, it’s all down to that delay that you insisted on, it’s all because you persisted upon waiting that extra night, just as Auntie Kathryn and I had guessed that you would.”

[LunaDog]

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Yes, it’s true that Auntie Kathryn took a bit of a gamble here, but as she outlined to me the night before the auction, when we had both established that we were, in fact related, why should she lose her money when she could simply utilise yours?”

“What? Are you saying that she deliberately let me outbid her?”

“Oh yes, that was quite intentional on her part! But she allowed the price for our friend here climb extremely high before she ‘craved in.’ To a level that she knew would annoy and possibly unbalance you. Which you fell for ‘hook, line and sinker,’ just beautifully as she’d anticipated!”

Estella’s head now sunk as she took in the fact that she’d been totally played here. Zoe continued, further adding to Estella’s dismay. “And handing over the stockings and suspenders that this man is currently adorned in played right into her hands.” Zoe reached into a pocket of her cat suit, withdrawing some sort of remote-control device, which started beeping, loudly, as Zoe switched it on. Especially as she moved it to end up placed right against one the clasps connecting one of the suspenders to the stocking upon one of my legs. “You see, during that night I placed a tracking device within this suspender clasp here. So, we knew just where you were, or rather our male friend here, and where you were heading to.” She now switched off the sensor, as to be totally honest, especially with the device being right next to its source now, that beep was becoming rather annoying.

“And then your lust just made our task so much easier and gave us the opportunity to capture you too, and boy, is my strap-on just looking forward to that prospect? No, we really couldn’t believe our luck, you obviously wanting a quick shag there and then. It seemed rather rude to interrupt you, so we let you obtain climax, and yes, I was quite impressed by the level of passion that you appeared to enjoy, and of course it ensured that you were somewhat distracted as we took you completely by surprise. Your stopping meant we didn’t have to try and stop you ourselves, there was no need to ‘carjack’ you, with all the risks involved with that.”

Anyway, Zoe’s hand now settled upon my cock that was beginning to stir back into life again, it was beginning to harden once more, and Zoe didn’t exactly slow the process down as her digits began to ‘play’ with my sexual organs. “Um, I think it’s time that you two resume the action, if you please.” Which to be honest I did want to, and I sensed that Estella had come to the conclusion that as she couldn’t possibly escape just what she was being forced to do here, as she couldn’t of course, then she might as well enjoy it.

Bear in mind that Estella Gutenberg is an extremely gorgeous woman, she certainly possessed plenty of raw sex appeal. And she exhibited the necessary skills to back those beautiful looks up. Not only that but she was also adorned in expensive and classy lingerie, come to think of it upon her insistence so was I, which just added to the sense of occasion. With our hands bonded together it was as if our bondage became mental as well as purely physical. Possibly, we now WANTED to be inescapably chained to each other.

Perhaps there was another factor present here, maybe those blindfolds were now entering the equation. Because neither Estella nor I could actually view one another, it was just possible that our imaginations could convince themselves that our respective partners were somebody else. Because, make NO mistake about this, by now I wanted to be shagged by Zoe Anderson, she had assumed an almost mythical status within my thoughts now. Was I conning myself that I was actually chained to Zoe and not Estella here?

Whatever, with Estella Gutenberg now fully determined to enjoy herself to the maximum degree that she could, she applied those superb sexual skills available to her to the full extent possible here. With me, even if in my mind I was shagging Zoe instead of her, being no fool in the abilities ‘between the sheets’ stakes, the combination of our efforts resulted in a simply explosive shag! The combined pants that both of us were emitting demonstrated the extremely high levels of effort that were being extended here, as my cock really rammed Estrella’s soaking wet, and deliciously hot, pussy. Neither of us was holding anything back, this was real RAW sex at ‘full throttle!’ And if Zoe Anderson was no longer giving me any oral encouragement now, that didn’t stop her hands from continuing to stoke me up by teasing my balls constantly!

So, if the pair of us had already enjoyed some rather pleasurable climaxes by now, if not necessarily at the same time, Estella’s tie meaning ecstasy didn’t pay me a visit on that first occasion for instance; they ALL paled into insignificance compared to the almost simultaneous orgasm that occurred for both of us now. It was totally electrifying, the whole Jeep was moving around such was the, almost violence, of both of our climaxes, our combined screams drowning out anything that we had produced up until this point! As I started to calm down again, enough to realise that it had been Estella and not Zoe whom I’d just been shagging I actually began to wonder if I’d like to be hers once more. As long as she wasn’t cruel as she had intended to be, that is. Or maybe, as appeared to be a very real possibility here, if she wasn’t in command of me and we were both shagging ‘to order’ as it were!

“WOW! I’m bloody impressed you two, thank God we’re almost at my aunt’s place, much more of THAT and you’d have no strength left. I’m sure that she’ll like to view just what you have between you for herself. I suggest that you both conserve what stamina you both have left, so she can see just what you’re capable of for herself.”

As Zoe had indicated it wasn’t long afterwards that we arrived at Kathryn Woodhatch’s country estate complex. And the Jeep was then simply reversed out of that lorry into the open air, as it were. And with Estella and I still blindfolded we couldn’t see said Kathryn walking out of the main house towards us. “Ah Zoe Darling, I see that you’ve been totally successful, not only have you delivered the young man from Ms Gutenberg’s cruel intentions, but you seem to have captured her as well. Do you intend to keep her for yourself now?”

“Yes, that’s very much my plan now, Auntie Kathryn. But first, let me say goodbye to my loyal team who have helped me so much today.” Which included the young lady who had ridden with us in the back of that lorry and the girl who had driven us here in it. Zoe thanked them, explaining that she had now resigned from her position and was now going to live here with her aunt in a small cottage within the complex. Estella Gutenberg’s new residence also, the cottage containing the room and within it the bed to which Estella would be chained whilst she would be fully subjected to Zoe’s strap-on. Those two girls now departed in that lorry, returning to the city and their positions as prison warders.

“Meanwhile Auntie Kathryn, Estella has proved herself remarkably co-operative during the journey here. Perhaps she’d like to give you a demonstration, as no doubt would our gentleman friend here.” With that they both climbed abroad Estella’s Jeep, Zoe in the driver’s seat.

However, before she started the engine and set off, she had something to say to Estella and I, still completely chained to each other and the vehicle’s roll bar. “Right now, you two, this is your chance to impress Auntie Kathryn here, who don’t forget is now your owner and Supreme Mistress. Shag like you did just before we reached here, and I’ve NO doubt she will be more than satisfied. I’ve just going to take us for a little drive around my aunt’s estate, but then your last shag was also conducted whilst we were ‘on the move,’ so that shouldn’t really be a problem for you, should it?” With that she started the motor, released the handbrake and off we set! Sex ‘on the move’ it seemed, just as we had before like our ‘chauffeur’ had stated.

At that point in time, I possessed no notion whatsoever of just what had caused this spirit of compliance within Estella Gutenberg, but it was still very much in evidence as Zoe commenced our ‘love drive.’ The shagging between us was at the same frantically high standard as that displayed by the pair of us during that last occasion when in the lorry. Obviously, the motions that Zoe Anderson were subjecting us to were far more extreme than the gentle movement of the truck, she was REALLY throwing the Jeep around, but if anything, that only encouraged Estella and I to put in more effort, difficult to believe I know as we had appeared to hold nothing back then. But somehow, we managed it!

With obviously the same fantastic outcome, and once more ecstasy did the pair of us a favour as she decided to inflict her intentions upon us virtually simultaneously. I can’t necessarily answer for Estella but once again the action with this gorgeous and super-sexy woman resulted in intense waves of the most outstanding sexual pleasure sweeping throughout my form as my seed simply shot into her womanhood at a massive degree of velocity! Accompanied by me screaming at full volume.

Possibly with myself being held to such an intense level by ecstasy I wasn’t aware of just how she’d grabbed hold of Estella too, but of course the other two bodies within this vehicle had no such distractions, in fact Zoe was so captivated that as she freely admitted to me later, she nearly crashed the car! If I had obtained a joyous orgasm so the same wonderful state had taken full hold of Estella too, and if anything, her cries of utter joy were more impressive than mine, certainly in terms of pitch if not sheer volume. It was abundantly clear that both Zoe and Kathryn that both of us had clearly given our all and reaped the just reward. This was supposed to be an attempt to impress our new Mistress, and beyond any doubt at all we had definitely succeeded in regard to that aim.

As Zoe slowed right down, starting to head back to the main building at a somewhat sedate pace now, her aunt first of all addressed me. “I thought you’d be a welcome addition to my life here, and it seems that I’m not wrong. That was quite a show you’ve put on with Estella here, and I’m really looking forward to just what you can treat me to now. Because I just sense that you’ll be giving me EVERYTHING that you’ve got within you. Ah yes, you are very welcome here Sweetheart. And when you’re not directly entertaining me, well I’m going to allow you to enjoy Zoe’s attentions, and I can already see that idea REALLY appeals, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, please Ma’am! Zoe is utterly gorgeous! And I promise you from the bottom of my heart I will ALWAYS try my very best for you and not just in bed. I am eternally grateful to you Ma’am and thank you immensely.”

“I know you will, and you’re just shown me now just what pleasures I can expect from you. Oh, by the way, there’s no need for you to address me as ‘Ma’am.’ I want us to be friends here as well as sexual partners, perhaps you might consider calling me ‘Miss Kathryn’ instead?”

“Certainly Miss Kathryn. Please believe me I have the utmost respect and love for you.”

“I DO believe you here, and I look forward to shagging you. But not for today, I think that first you need a good night’s sleep. However tomorrow we’ll very much start our sexual adventures together, and I have this good feeling that we’re both going to thoroughly enjoy them!”

She smiled in my direction once more, before turning her attention to my ‘partner,’ the other person chained to the Jeep’s roll bar and my form. “As for you Estella, I’m VERY impressed by the attitude that you’ve just displayed to me here. I expected you to be fully unco-operative, to be awkward, but it’s crystal clear that you ‘joined-in’ to the very best of your abilities here. Obviously, we can’t let you go now, you’ll have to stay here as our ‘guest.’ But I solemnly promise you that we’ll make you as comfortable as we possibly can within that situation. You’ll also be granted a full night’s rest, time for recuperation before Zoe starts on you tomorrow. And judging by what I’ve just seen, you’ll probably enjoy yourself too!”

Naturally Estella didn’t deign to issue any reply at all, but there was a reason for this apparent spirit of compliance. Fully realising that escape from her dilemma was, for the moment, utterly impossible, she’d decided inside of herself to simply enjoy herself whilst shagging instead. But, if ANY chance of escape presented itself, make NO mistake, she was fully determined to seize it, if fully recognising that she may well need to play the ‘long game’ here. If either Zoe or her Auntie Kathryn thought that they had beaten all resistance out of her here, they’d soon discover that definitely wasn’t the case should a suitable opportunity present itself.

[LunaDog]

However, the degree of difference in the trust that we earned respectively soon became abundantly clear when Estella and I were finally released from each other and the vehicle’s roll bar. For I was released completely, walking back to the main house completely unfettered, arm in arm with Kathryn now. But Estella was granted no such consideration. Upon being unfastened from the Jeep, the collar and cuffs were firmly left in place, with a length of chain being produced. This was padlocked to a rear mounted ‘D’ ring mounted on that slave collar, fed through like rings on each of her wrist cuffs, and back to be locked to the collar again. Effectively locking Estella’s arms behind her, confirming her prisoner status still. Also, very much unlike myself, Estella’s power of sight was still denied her as the blindfold was left in its location, whereas mine had been removed. As was the ‘slave collar’ around my neck, after all it was stating that I was the property of somebody who was now a captive themselves.

As one of her servants, all of whom were treated very respectfully, parked Estella’s car out of sight in a garage and Zoe was frogmarching the captive Estella to her own abode, Kathryn and I were engaged in an almost gentle stroll towards the main residence of the estate. “I just couldn’t allow you to be subjected to Estella’s cruelty, Sweetheart, and just had to rescue you. So now you can serve me instead, and I have to warn you that I do possess some rather kinky sexual desires. One of the reasons that Zoe locked you to Estella and that roll bar was almost to prepare you for what really turns me on. You see, above all, I like to shag whilst I’m chained to a male partner AND a bed! You don’t mind, do you?”

“Miss Kathryn, I am more than willing to grant you any method that you care for to utilise. However, in this case, let me assure you that not only am I willing to do things that way, the idea of being chained to you whilst we’re shagging each other’s brains out REALLY appeals!”

“Yes, I can see by your eyes that you’re telling the truth here. But that is for tomorrow, for now let’s feed a different sort of appetite other than sexual. Let’s have dinner, I guess it’s a while since you’ve eaten a proper meal. And I think you’d like to ‘dress up’ for the occasion. I know it’s utterly impossible to obtain male clothing now, but you’re about the same size as Estella. Perhaps you’d like to don her delicious clothing, after all she has no need of it now?”

“Oh yes, Miss Kathryn, I’d love to try on her gear! Let me know that I’m free of her now.”

“Then you shall, Sweetheart. Perhaps you’d like to shower first, and change these stockings for a new, fresh pair? I’ll let my most trusted lady, Elaine, look after you now!” You’ll notice that Kathryn simply took it for granted that I would WANT to continue being suspender clad, as if this very astute woman had fully grasped that I simply loved the feeling of wearing such items by now.

Once we’d reached the house itself, Kathryn showed me to my room, which I would not be locked within, unlike the captive Estella inside of Zoe’s abode, and I’d just stripped off, switching on the shower when a gentle knock on the door announced the arrival of the kindly Elaine. “Welcome to our home, Miss Kathryn has asked me to assist you in any way that you please me to.” She’d obviously come here via the garage because in her hands now was the luxurious clothing that my former Mistress had removed, together with some fresh, clean stockings, a satin suspender belt and a bra and panty set made of the same delicious material.

“Thank you, and may I call you Elaine?”

“Certainly, young man.” She was definitely older than me, being I guess roughly the same age as Kathryn herself, and it was crystal clear to me that the relationship between these two was more like two good friends as opposed to on a Mistress and servant basis. “Shall I return in a few minutes time while you shower yourself clean?”

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Thank you, Elaine.”

“I’ll see you again, in shall we say, ten minutes?”

Ten minutes later, literally on the dot, Elaine returned to the room, during which time I had thoroughly cleaned myself of all the sweat and other bodily fluids that my activities with Estella had produced, rejuvenating myself in the process, and was drying myself off. “Let me help you here,” a kind voice echoed as Elaine held out a pair of female panties, into which I stepped into. Followed by the matching bra, after which Elaine applied some carefully positioned ‘padding’ to make it look like I was actually in possession of, well you know! “We have to make you look as feminine as possible, so if Miss Kathryn has any visitors here, they won’t ever be to report the presence of an unfettered male within her household to the authorities. I’m so sorry, but that’s it how it is now.”

“I know Elaine, and to totally honest the feel of female clothing REALLY turns me on. So, I’m actually quite enjoying it to be honest, and Estella’s gear is of the highest quality too. Let’s see how much of a girl you can make me look, eh? And I’ll fully co-operate with what you have to do here, and I completely accept it’s not of your choosing.”

“Thank you, young man. And I can see that you’re clearly not offended by the prospect of wearing this clothing, and as you say it’s extremely well made.” I allowed Elaine to fit the suspender belt around my waist, and then we took some time as the kindly servant showed me just how to fit sheer nylon stockings to my legs, allowing me to fasten the clasps myself.

It was now time to adorn myself in Estella’s classy apparel, starting with the wonderful feeling pure satin blouse, which really did excite me. Followed by her leather skirt, as it was warm and I wouldn’t be going outside I wouldn’t be wearing the matching jacket tonight. So that was all the items of clothing that I would be adorned for now, but the friendly Elaine sat me down on a stool in front of a mirror. She was about to make me into a girl.

What was to help her tremendously in this task was that I had no facial hair present whatsoever, in fact all of my bodily hair had disappeared. Perhaps now would be the appropriate juncture to point out that Cat Boulder’s female scientists had invented a cream that PERMANENTLY removed any unwanted hair, and it had been used upon my form vigorously when I had first been arrested. Any female who wished to use it was fully invited to, but never compelled to, whereas President Boulder was currently introducing legislation to make it compulsory for ALL males to do so. Already it was a measure imposed upon any man who had fallen foul of Ms Boulder’s new laws. As I had done, of course.

My jailors, led by Zoe Anderson remember before she had become reunited with her aunt, had permitted me to retain my eye lashes which Elaine simply enhanced, together with all of the hair upon my head, which was quite long compared to that of the average male, and thus presented no real problem for Elaine to formulate in a feminine manner. “I know that Miss Kathryn is planning to have a wig manufactured for you, but I’m not certain such a step is necessary. Especially if we allow your natural hair to grow a little longer. I mean your hair is easy enough now to give it the appearance of a girls, if just a little short. If I might take a sample though, just in case she still wants to go ahead, because if so, she wants to ensure that it is of the correct colour. But I’m confident we don’t need to here; just let the raw material we have at our disposal grow a little longer. If you don’t mind, that is?”

“No problem as I am concerned Elaine. Saves me the hassle of getting a haircut for a while I guess! One thing less in life to worry about.”

“Yes, thank you, young man and it will be a lot safer this way too. I know that Miss Kathryn is personally known to a good wigmaker who will ask no awkward questions as to just why she wants one made, but there is always the chance of an interfering underling on this lady’s staff drawing unnecessary attention to the fact. Let’s not take any risk we don’t really need to, eh?”

“Quite so, Elaine. Very wise.” And once she’d restyled my hair, I could plainly see within the mirror that she’s totally succeeded in making it appear VERY feminine, if somewhat short compared to that of the vast majority of women. As did the whole of my face once Elaine had finished, it might well have been my own visage that stared back at me in reflection now, but it was definitely a FEMALE version now. She’d done such a good job that I almost fancied myself when Elaine was finally satisfied with her efforts!

Pecking me upon the cheek, Elaine now uttered, “I think Miss Kathryn will be most pleased, my dear. Shall we find out?” I nodded my ascent. Oh and by the way, especially as I’d raised no objection, from this point onwards ‘my dear’ was ALWAYS how the kindly Elaine addressed me as. In fact, none of the women whom I was now to share my life with ever called me by my given name. To Kathryn I was simply ‘Sweetheart,’ and as for Zoe, she continued to address me in exactly the same manner as she had done when she had simply been my jailor, but with REAL affection now. Yes, I was still ‘my pretty’ to her.

Kathryn was extremely impressed with just what Elaine had achieved when I joined her in the dining room shortly afterwards. “Oh yes, Elaine, you really have excelled yourself here. At first glance and a reasonable distance you definitely could pass as a girl, Sweetheart, and that could be important. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but then you don’t exactly look uncomfortable wearing female clothing. I guess that it’s such classy apparel helps here, and let’s be honest Estella Gutenberg has great taste. But mind you we both know that you’re all male inside and I can’t wait to try THIS!” With that her hand found my cock underneath Estella’s leather skirt, which simply responded in the natural way!

It was an extremely pleasant meal that I shared with the two women that evening, Elaine joining us, again showing the friendship between them. As Kathryn had spoken nothing but the truth about it being a while since I had eaten wholesome food, the meal consisted of a beautifully made Spaghetti Bolognese, not requiring any real degree of chewing, but as it was one of my favourite meals anyway and extremely well cooked, that was not a problem in any way. Actually, I’m no mug in the kitchen myself and knew in time that I could greatly assist there, a small measure available to re-pay just some of the debt that I owed this remarkable woman.

Although of course, there was another reason just why she’d rescued me from Estella’s cruel intentions, and following a really good night’s sleep, I gladly reported to her bedroom come the morning just suspender clad to find her also clad that way and ready. With the dutiful Elaine present, her role very clear because just as she’d informed me, Kathryn wanted to be chained to me, and she couldn’t perform such an act on her own.

Believe me I needed no second invitation to lie down on the satin covered bed and spread myself out, almost revelling in the building sexual anticipation as the kindly Elaine visited each corner, fastening a leather cuff around my wrist or ankle there, linked with a short length of chain to another such cuff securely fastened to the respective corner bed post. And when she done so? I was completely held, utterly belonging to this bed, unable to escape from it unaided.

Kathryn laid herself down upon my body and soon mirror imaged my spread-eagled shape with her own body. Whereupon, as she frantically engaged my lips with her own, Elaine attended to her task, chaining us together, starting at the foot end. It was long before leather cuffs were wrapped around Kathryn’s ankles and using of the ‘D’ rings of those cuffs around both her and my ankles, short lengths of steel chain and small padlocks that her legs became inescapably fastened to my own.

But of course, it was the other end of the bed, the one towards which Elaine now turned to, that really counted here. And she used the same methods as Zoe had employed whilst linking me to Estella on her motor vehicle, wrapping another cuff around both sets of our hands, where Kathryn and I had interlocked our fingers, and again placing cuffs around Kathryn’s wrists, before chaining the ‘D’ rings of those cuffs to those around my equivalents, feeing said chain through the ‘D’ ring of the cuff holding our hands together. Thus, my body and Kathryn’s had become firmly and inescapably bound to each other, and via mine to the bed. We had become as one, and we were going nowhere.

Elaine now completed the scene, returning to the bed with two blindfolds in her hands, within seconds my world had utterly turned black as she fitted one over my eyes, putting the other upon Kathryn immediately afterwards. She now gently lifted mine momentarily, so for the second time in as many days, delighted in the truly erotic sight of a female visage with its owner’s eyes covered in black satin before Elaine plunged me back into the state of total darkness. That was our cue, soon Kathryn guided her soaking wet pussy over my rampant cock, and the frantic sex began!

Let us be honest here, Kathryn Woodhatch was quite a few years older than Estella Gutenberg and possibly hadn’t possessed the same level of sexual skills even when she’d been at the same age as the evil woman was now. So, maybe, just maybe the action wasn’t as ‘frantic’ as that that had occurred with Estella on the previous day. But make no mistake here, it was still at a level that was just SO exciting and enjoyable, with myself determined to give this wonderful woman, the one who had delivered me from the fate of simply being used and abused by Estella’s evil plans, absolutely everything I had, to be the very best I could be for her.

After all, I think it’s fair to say that I truly loved this woman, if definitely not exclusively, and maybe not in the really passionate way that I did the other lady in my heart. Just possibly this love for Kathryn was more founded upon true gratitude and affection rather than sexual desires, but it was real enough for all that. Believe me, with Kathryn also trying her hardest here, our combined efforts were certainly not in vain.

For we enjoyed three almost simultaneous climaxes before Kathryn herself bought matters to a close between us. “Please release us now Elaine, I’m no spring chicken anymore and I’m getting close to my limits. And thank you Sweetheart, I KNOW that you tried your best for me, and I thoroughly enjoyed your attentions. But I’d better leave you with some stamina left, as you’ve an appointment with my niece this afternoon and THAT is what you’ve really been looking forward to, isn’t it?”

Yes, it was certainly a case that one could quite easily add astuteness to the list of this lady’s positive qualities, as she’d got that completely right. Sure, I’d given all I had to Kathryn, thoroughly enjoying myself in the process, but what I REALLY wanted was to be in Zoe Anderson’s hands, I SO much wanted to be shagged whilst confined to a bed by her. After Elaine had unchained us, it was back to my own bed, to recover as much strength as I could to be ready for my destiny that afternoon. As, in her own home she was also resting, whilst I had been entertaining her aunt, Zoe’s strap-on had been servicing the chained-up Estella Gutenberg!

All of the combinations that could exist between the four of us, THIS was the one that really counted, and my heart was simply racing along as Zoe entered the main guest bedroom of her aunt’s abode where I waited for her with bated breath. She truly looked just like a Goddess to me now, such as was the worship I had in my mind for her by this stage, despite the fact that in the ultimate sexual attraction stakes she may not have possessed the outstanding allure of Estella, but said mind simply dismissed that. Besides, if Zoe maybe didn’t quite match Estella, she was still sexy enough, thank you very much. As well as being a much more pleasant human being of course.

I was utterly captivated as Zoe removed all of her outer clothing until, just like myself she was just adorned in sheer nylon stockings and a beautiful satin suspender belt. Then this vision of sexiness uttered the words I’d been longing to hear. “Climb onto bed please, my pretty, and spread yourself out. It’s time for you to become mine!”

Could I have obeyed any faster? Highly unlikely as I literally threw myself onto the satin covered bed, and then adopted the spread eagle pose that Zoe had suggested. She now approached the bed, but in her hands were no leather cuffs and chains but a whole host of delicious looking silk bondage ties. “No, my pretty, I’m not now going to cuff and chain you to this bed. Oh, you’re still going to mine alright, but I’m going to make you so by TYING you to it instead. Because it is possible to chain another up without their express consent, but you are now going to signify your complete surrender to my desires by allowing me to take charge of you by allowing me to use these ties upon you, without any attempt to thwart me in any way. This way it’ll be far more sensuous!”

Do you think for one moment that I was going to argue here? The rather look of total acquiescence upon my visage told Zoe all she needed to know, as she grabbed hold of my left arm by the wrist, pulling it taught. “Yes, my pretty, watch as I make you utterly mine.” Shortly afterwards said wrist had a secure, but not too tight loop tied around it, becoming linked as Zoe then tied the rest of the tie around the bedpost, again in a totally secure manner. My sexual imprisonment by the woman of my dreams had commenced.

[LunaDog]

As Zoe moved around the bed she stopped in each corner, so by the time she returned to the top end with the intentions of capturing my right arm, my legs were already tied securely to the posts of the lower bedframe. Thus, by the taking of that upper right-hand limb my capture was complete, I now totally belonged to Zoe, achieving the very thing that I had longed for, two women in the form of Estella and Kathryn later; since Miss Anderson had leapt onto the former’s Jeep, somewhat disrupting the former’s planned activities. I was right where I WANTED to be, held inescapably in Zoe Anderson’s sexual custody.

And believe or not, included in the positive emotions racing throughout my body at this moment was actually a small amount of gratitude for none other than Cat Boulder! Although it was crystal clear to me that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with Zoe, both in a sexual and non-carnal sense, and I truly believed the reverse to also be true, it dawned upon me that if Ms Boulder hadn’t seized power and imposed this new world order upon this nation, it was extremely unlikely that Zoe and I would have ever met. While yes, now we could never marry, which if by some fluke we had found each other in the ‘old’ world we would now do, we were able to live and love together it appeared. And I had found my ‘happy place’ in this life, tied to Zoe’s bed and completely under her control now.

Zoe suddenly held a satin blindfold in her hands, but although she could have fitted it whether I wanted her to or not, she simply smiled and showing me some consideration, simply asked, “would you like me to fit this now, and yes, I will accept ‘no’ for an answer if you’d rather not?” And the kindly smile upon her face suggested that wasn’t an empty promise.

“No, thank you Zoe. I want to see you if I may, to be certain it’s really YOU that I’m finally with. As much as I respect, and even love, your Auntie Kathryn, and I’ll always try my very best for her, it’s YOU that I really love now.”

“Believe me, my pretty, that love definitely isn’t travelling on a one-way street now, I truly love you too. And I’m going to let you see me for the first couple of shags anyway. But then I will take away your sight, so immersing you fully in Zoe’s world. You will be utterly devoid of all distractions as I take you right to the Heaven that you DESERVE to be in! But that is for later, for now I’m going to do as you ask.”

So, as Zoe Anderson ‘set to work’ I was completely able to see the beaming smile on her wonderful visage in all its glory as she placed her vagina over and onto my penis. THIS was, without doubt, the most glorious moment of my life to date, but of course it was soon to be totally supplanted, as Zoe began the ‘motions of sex!’

Because if it is true that possibly Zoe Anderson didn’t possess quite the degree of sex appeal of Estella Gutenberg, or maybe not the extreme level of actual ability, this particular shag wasn’t just being driven by pure lust here, but also by pure unregulated love. A truly devastating combination that was unsurpassed by anything that I’d ever ‘sexperienced’ beforehand in my life, very much including those utterly outstanding couplings with the aforementioned Estella when we’d been chained together and to her vehicle.

When that first climax with the gorgeous Zoe arrived therefore it was just so exhilarating, so joyful, and as hers arrived at almost the same time so satisfying too. As was the following ‘snog’ that occurred once we had managed to calm down from ecstasy’s visit to us both. But I began to agree with her logic about a certain something here, as soon as I could actually speak, I asked her, “you’re absolutely right Darling Zoe, please add another dimension here and fit that blindfold! Then utterly ravish me in the dark, with me completely unable to guess just what you’ll do to me next!”

“With the utmost pleasure my pretty!” And on it went, plunging me into TOTAL darkness, now in Zoe’s power to an absolute degree of mounting excitement. Because, just as I’d asked her to do, she could now subject me to precisely what she wanted to now, with me completely unable to ‘second guess’ just what she was planning to put me through!

It took all of a few seconds to fully appreciate that this beautiful and wonderful woman, the one who I WANTED to belong to, had been speaking nothing less than the absolute truth. For while my cock had gone completely limp, she then started subjecting me to a series of gentle ‘flicks,’ and whereabouts on my body the next one would be located was a complete mystery, and therefore totally erotic. In the meantime, Zoe was rubbing her sheer nylon covered legs against my own, also coated that way, just ramping up the sexual excitement even further!

After what really seemed to be an age, I finally felt my tool becoming hard again, and guided by Zoe’s very willing hands, back ‘home’ it went! I mean, come on, THIS is without doubt just WHERE it belonged now! Now, blinded and relying solely upon my imagination, I completely was totally immersed in ‘Zoe’s world,’ unable to think any other thought as we utterly shagged each other into oblivion. And when we reached that joyous moment, which we were obviously going to be able to achieve?

Everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING seemed to come (or should that be cum?) together in such a glorious manner to present me with simply the most outstanding, the most delicious, the most exhilarating, yes, yes, yes, I’m sure that you ALL get the picture by now, orgasm that I’d EVER partaken in!

And it’s not as if there wasn’t any stiff competition in the enjoyable orgasm stakes to compare it with, most of those happening fairly recently too. Take for instance that series of shags whilst chained to Estella Gutenberg and her Jeep. Weren’t they truly outstanding? Well yes, they had been, but they were all purely the result, at a very high level admittedly, of pure animal lust. Conversely the ones, enjoyable as much as they were, when chained to the bed and Kathryn Woodhatch were possibly due more to love and gratitude, rather than sheer desire.

Well, what about that one approximately fifteen minutes ago, on this very bed and with this very woman? Hadn’t that been completely great, even more so than those with the sexy Estella and the kindly Kathryn? Yes true, lust and love had fully combined on that occasion to assuredly grant us a REAL moment to treasure, seemingly forever. Be even that paled into possibly insignificance compared to THIS one, and it was all down to Zoe’s genius insisting upon us using that blindfold!

Just as she’d anticipated this simply added an extra dimension to the equation, in addition to all of the outstanding features of THIS shag was mystery. As hinted at, I actually possessed no visual knowledge of just Zoe was up to during that fantastic coupling between us, and make NO mistake that turned a situation that was already just so exciting even more so, if that’s difficult to take on board, and no, I wouldn’t be surprised if that is indeed the case. Be that as may though, that truly was the position here. And believe me, it took a long time for either Zoe or I to calm down from this outstanding climax! Yes, it really had been THAT good.

Not that the sex was by any means finished for that truly memorable day, OH NO, SIR! For nearly two hours Zoe kept the blinded and tied up me in a state of nearly perpetual exuberance, as she unleashed the full arsenal of her considerable sexual skills upon my helpless body, resulting in that magnificent shag being far from the only occasion that we both ascended to heaven on that utterly joyous afternoon.

Unfortunately indulging upon sexual copulation in such a manner does take it out of one, please bear in mind that it was Zoe doing most of the work here, and eventually her strength and stamina began to reach their limits, forcing her to, very reluctantly I can assure you all, bring this truly outstanding sex session to a close. But just WHAT a session it had been!

After a quick shower, no, not together or in that manner, we were both far too exhausted for any of that, thank you very much, we simply dressed ourselves in silky female nightclothes, which Kathryn owned aplenty, and with a satin dressing gown over these, no for once neither of us was wearing any stockings; as we joined Kathryn and Elaine for an evening meal.

With no actual need for ‘my love’ to return to her own house, Zoe was to spend the night in my bed with me and yet more sex then occurred but with us, particularly her still exhausted, in was completely different in its manner but possibly even more meaningful. I mean, there were NO bondage ties in evidence, NO blindfolds, even NO stockings involved. No, it’s fair to say that that night we didn’t shag as such, it was a case of we made love instead. Yes, it was time for the gentle caresses, the loving, and I DO mean loving, touches instead, as we completely cemented the very real love between us. OK, in purely physical terms it was nowhere near as much fun as just what we’d got up to earlier on that day, but in its own way was probably far more significant. Beyond any doubt whatsoever, Zoe and I had become a loving couple now.

I mean there I was, officially a sub-human because of my male gender, being treated with the almost respect by a couple of females, even if totally under the radar as it were. OK, so I had to make adjustments, I wasn’t able to appear as a male in public, dressing in female clothing, but it was a sacrifice I was quite prepared, no if fact quite happy to make in order to share my life with Kathryn Woodhatch, and especially Zoe Anderson. My life was now quite idyllic, certainly I considered these halcyon days as the happiest of my life to date, yes, even counting the days before Cat Boulder seized overall power and males became, very much, second class citizens. Because the two women that I now lived with were, shall we say, a little ‘loose’ with Ms Boulder’s edicts, fully in love with me just I was with them.

After all, there was plenty of really high-quality sex in my life now. Most, if not every, morning the kindly Elaine would chain Kathryn and I to her bed and to each other, when we would shag one another to a good few climaxes, enjoying every one of them. But Kathryn would never really ‘push’ matters too far, leaving me with plenty of stamina left to cope with Zoe’s attentions in the afternoon, and believe me most days Miss Anderson ensured that I needed all of the strength that I could muster! Most of those good times with Zoe took place with me tied securely to a bed, but not all, as seen above we sometimes made love instead of shagged, and just once I tied Zoe up instead. As she herself had remarked, in order to gain a full appreciation of bondage sex, one needed to try it from the other perspective at least once. But both of us immediately agreed afterwards, fun though it was, it was nowhere near as enjoyable as when I was my Darling Zoe’s carnal captive.

There are several common sayings around that should have acted as a warning to ‘my love’ and myself, for example, ‘if something feels far too good to be true then it probably isn’t,’ or ‘all good things come to an end eventually.’ Because if Estella Gutenberg had displayed a remarkable degree of patience, as Zoe Anderson held her as a sex slave of her strap-on, well that patience was about to be fully rewarded. The situation was about to swing back completely in her favour, and it must be said that Zoe and I were possibly responsible for our own downfall.

You see said Estella was a very prominent lady in society, mainly because she was a very close and good friend to President Cat Boulder. And when it became clear that she had been abducted, our ‘glorious leader’ pulled out all of the possible stops in order to affect a rescue!

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog, I love this. Can we get more F/F, please? Pretty please with sugar on top.

[LunaDog]

Dear @LunaDog, I love this. Can we get more F/F, please? Pretty please with sugar on top.

I must admit that this story is about to get much darker, and apart from the beginning of the next chapter the loving sex is about to replaced by something far more sinister, as Estella regains the initiative again. And, of course she's full of forgiveness and compassion? No i don't think so, as the bondage becomes far more in the form of punishment rather than pleasure.

However, i've just started the initial drafts of my next story, where the main character WILL be female. Meaning @Jenny_S it's a FULL ON F/F tale!

[LunaDog]

And perhaps I had allowed spite to get the better of me here. For there were three women in this equation of ours, one ‘housed’ in a separate building to where I normally resided, and shagged, one I hadn’t coupled with since that day when we arrived at Kathryn’s estate, the one who was going to cruelly use me. Maybe I hadn’t really enjoyed the occasion, well not so much as normal anyway, when it had been me at liberty as it were and Zoe in bondage, but then I asked myself, what would REALLY hurt Estella Gutenberg more than being chained up and then subjected to a sex session at the hands of an UNFETTERED male? With her being such an advocate of Cat Boulder’s new regime and all that? And what’s more, when said male, me, walked into the room to shag her, I would be wearing her own classy apparel!

So, arm in arm with my Zoe and dressed in Estella’s own clothing I made the short journey across the compound from the main residence to Zoe’s cottage. Completely unobserved to the outside world, or so I thought. For high up in the air was one of Ms Boulder’s spy drones, filming the whole journey. And what’s more, by sheer fluke, President Boulder was observing the filming at that precise moment. Being sure that the clothing she saw was that belonging to her close friend. Although the camera couldn’t zoom in close enough to determine that it’s present wearer, although clearly not Estella herself, was in fact me, Elaine’s make over being of such a high standard as to make me genuinely look female.

In fact, the following sex was in many ways extremely dis-appointing. As predicted, to Estella this was a situation that was completely ‘beyond the pale,’ and her apparent spirit of co-operation disappeared completely, she put as little effort into the following shag as she could. And although I did manage to cum, it would be utterly fair to describe this as a mere ejaculation rather than any climax at all. Nevertheless, I was happy with it, feeling that a point had been made here. My unwilling partner had planned to utterly ‘break’ me after all.

But Zoe had sensed that I hadn’t really enjoyed myself, and she came up with a secret desire of hers, something that she’d fancied doing for quite a while now, that really sealed our fate and was to fully expose us to Cat Boulder’s spy drone. She wanted to re-create that scene that had occurred on the first day of our arrival, when I had been chained to Estella and her Jeep, shagging each other frantically as Zoe drove around the estate. Only on this occasion it would be her aunt driving, Zoe herself being my carnal companion on this particular ‘sex drive.’ An idea I agreed to straight away, just what an exciting prospect!

Thus, later on during this day, the purely suspender clad Zoe and I walked hand in hand into her aunt’s garage, climbed onto Estella’s Jeep, to be fastened to said vehicle by Kathryn and Elaine in exactly the same manner as I had been on that earlier occasion to the car’s owner. To then ‘shag on the move’ as Kathryn jumped into driving seat and proceeded to give us a ‘guided tour’ of her estate, although neither of us saw anything as we were both blindfolded, like Estella and I had been, of course. And just possibly Auntie Kathryn conducted us around with a little less exuberance than when it had been Zoe driving!

I wonder if the watching President Boulder enjoyed the show, because, as you can all imagine Zoe and I held nothing back as we managed to bring ourselves to several outstanding climaxes, our orgasms really strong as we ensured that we had all of ecstasy’s considerable attentions! But to be honest that was very much a secondary question here, point is, as she was watching, is that she clearly identified the vehicle as being that of her friend, confirming in her mind that the apparel she had seen me wearing was indeed Estella’s. And one doesn’t manage to take full control of an entire nation by being unintelligent, and so this fully astute woman correctly deduced that Zoe’s cottage was just where Estella Gutenberg was being held captive.

I suppose with this drive being what gave us away, the question is, was the sex worth it?

Well, the undoubted answer to that one is a resounding YES! I suppose if this was to be our last hurrah, not strictly true as it took Cat Boulder several days to plan and initiate her scheme for Estella’s release, we certainly lived up to the ‘well make it a good one’ theory! Having shagged ourselves to three outstanding climaxes, Auntie Kathryn parked up finally but correctly sensing that Zoe and I were far from spent yet, carefully and skilfully between Elaine and herself they were able to affect our release from the vehicle but NOT from each other. Still blindfolded we were then carefully moved from the garage onto a bed, when we suddenly realised that we had never been chained to each other whilst also to a bed before. An oversight that was corrected by the older ladies there and then, Zoe on top of me. Believe me we fully lived up to that old maxim, shagging each other into utter oblivion, until exhaustion finally bought our games to a reluctant end.

Meanwhile Cat Boulder had considered putting a 'phone call through to Germany, where she'd heard there was an outstanding female team who specialised in just this sort of situation. Led by a couple of absolutely World Class Classical musicians, who appeared to have a somewhat second role in life, one, a German, was a brilliant pianist whilst the other, a Russian who it was rumoured was part of the same family as the last Tsar, was a magnificent violinist. However she decided to stay within the same nation that she ruled with a velvet glove if one was female who agreed with her views and an iron fist for those of the male gender. In the end she turned to the outstanding Colonel Deborah Blackhorse, who commanded a crack female commando unit and had played a major role in her rise to power. Colonel Blackhorse studied the situation well, arriving at the same conclusion regarding the location where Ms Gutenberg was held, and spent a whole day simply observing Kathryn Woodhatch’s estate. As she planned the details of her rescue of the aforementioned lady friend of her supreme commander.

Three days had passed since we had been observed driving around using Estella’s Jeep, three days during which neither Kathryn, Zoe or I had any inkling of the storm brewing, as Deborah gathered and briefed her force. Three days during which life continued as normal, with us living and shagging completely oblivious of the impending disaster. And then, early in the next morning, this intelligent military woman struck!

Having had her theory, and that of her President, fully confirmed that Estella was indeed located within Zoe’s cottage, with the fitting of a listening device by one of her team the day before, with several of her girls simply observing the main residence, that is where she hit first. Bear in mind that her primary objective was to first and foremost rescue Estella, yes if the mission was to be judged a total success, then we three would be captured, but that was considered of secondary importance by Cat Boulder.

Said Estella Gutenberg was actually chained to the bed and ‘enjoying’ the attentions of Zoe Anderson’s strap-on when three heavily armed members of Deborah’s squad burst into the bedroom, one of them immediately shouting, “OFF THE BED AND HER, NOW!” In such a tone that brock NO disobedience!

And therefore didn’t receive any as a clearly shaken Zoe complied, to be further instructed, “UP FACING AGAINST THE WALL, NOW! And put your arms between your back!” Again, Zoe obeyed, let’s face it, any failure to do so would have immediately meant a bullet being shot into her body. These were well armed professional soldiers she was now faced with.

Two more unarmed members of Colonel Blackhorse’s team entered the room, actually they were armed but had left their weapons outside of the bedroom. And if one of them didn’t bring any sort of firearm into the scenario, she was carrying several other implements, proceeding immediately to Zoe, who stood silently, facing the wall as ordered. Firstly, while her companion was keeping Zoe completely covered with her weapon of course, she fitted a blindfold to Zoe’s head, removing her power of sight and rendering the position even more unfavourable. But worse was to follow, and swiftly both of Zoe’s wrists were surrounded by leather cuffs as was her neck by a leather collar bearing a metal plate with the inscription ‘Prisoner of President Boulder’ written upon it. The capture was completed by the fixing off a length of chain to the collar’s rear ‘D’ ring, fed through those of the cuffs and back up to the collar.

Meanwhile, as my unfortunate girlfriend was being secured, the other soldier who had entered the room rushed up to the bed, and at almost the same time as Zoe’s sight was being removed, Estella Gutenberg’s was fully restored, as she removed the blindfold completely. “Are you wounded at all Ms Gutenberg, have you been hurt at all?” She enquired in a concerned voice; this was a personal friend of the nation’s President after all!

“Well, Cat certainly took her time, I’ve been here for weeks now!” An almost jubilant voice responded, sheer relief immediately mixed with an extreme desire for payback clearly evident. Yes, the cruel and sadistic Estella Gutenberg was well and truly back, but she accepted that the question had been asked out of genuine concern and thus responded to it. “Yes, purely physically I’m absolutely fine, I’ve not been mis-treated in that sense at all. But I’ve been subjected to some disgusting antics by that thing over there and her associates, believe me they are now going to PAY for that!”

The girl now looked to see a small key lying upon a bedside table and guessed, correctly as it turned out, that it was the key to the padlocks securing all of the buckles to those cuffs around Estella’s wrists and ankles shut. And so began the process of releasing Estella from the bed that had held her captive upon, after which she went straight up to the captured Zoe, who had been herded into the centre of the available space within the room. Incidentally, as if to complete the reversal of fortunes here, as the buckles upon the cuffs and collar fastened around parts of Estella’s body were undone, those upon Zoe were being locked shut by similar padlocks.

Estella lifted, not removed note, the blindfold covering Zoe’s eyes, meaning that the now captive could fully observe the evil look upon her former prisoner’s face. And then slapped Zoe around her own visage with as much force as she could muster. “BITCH! By God, I’m now going to make you wish you’d never been born, it’s my turn to have some fun now, ALL of it entirely at your expense. Boy, do I intend to enjoy myself, but I very much doubt if you’ve going to be able to say the same by the time I’ve finished with you!” Having totally stared into the unfortunate Zoe’s eyes whilst she had made this declaration, she now plunged her victim back into the state of total darkness by replacing the blindfold into the correct location.

Colonel Blackhorse now entered the room herself, nodding at Estella but not speaking to her directly yet as she was presently speaking on radio device, to none other than President Boulder. “Yes Ma’am, the first part of the operation has gone according to plan, and I’m able to report that your good friend is alive and well, now fully released from her situation. One of the abductors is completely within our secure custody now, and I’m just about to initialise the second stage and capture the others.”

Cat Boulder then issued a reply, obviously a request to speak to Estella because Deborah immediately commented, “certainly Ma’am, I’ll just pass you over.” Handing the device over to Estella Gutenberg.

“Estella Darling, thank goodness, are you hurt at all?”

“No Cat, no I’m fine, well in a purely physical sense anyway. Believe or not, these creatures subjected me to the ultimate ignominy as they allowed the male thing to rape me unfettered as I was chained to a bed. By God, I intend to make them pay for THAT!”

“And going to fully allow you to. Believe me I’m going to grant you total ‘carte blanche’ to deal with the so-called females in ANY manner that you chose to, including putting them to death if you wish, but as for the male creature, well now it’s going to be MINE and I’m going to make it wish that it WAS dead!”

She paused. “But the job isn’t finished yet, as I understand it. And please, keep out of the way whilst Deborah completes the operation. She’s the one who is the professional soldier here, after all. She KNOWS exactly what she’s doing!”

“Yes, can’t argue with you at all there, Cat. Although when Deborah has completed the task, make NO mistake my fun WILL begin. But I give you my word I won’t interfere at all whilst she does her job.” With that she handed back the device to the Colonel.

President Boulder’s next instruction was completely clear. “GO! GO! GO!”

Leaving a few members of her team with the captured Zoe and the rejuvenated Estella, as well as guarding the two members of Zoe’s domestic staff who were under arrest if only on a temporary basis, Colonel Blackhorse returned to her command role. Swiftly moving towards the main building of the estate, she soon had that surrounded as she sent a squad within.

Just as Zoe had been totally surprised whilst ‘on the job’ as it were, so Elaine had chained Kathryn and myself together and to the bed as Deborah’s soldiers burst into the room, making their task somewhat simpler as we were already confined, meaning it was just the aghast Elaine that found herself staring down the barrel of several rifles, wielded by females dressed in full combat gear. And I suppose that Deborah Blackhorse must be commended in her, admittedly inadvertent, sense of timing here, Kathryn and I had just succeeded in bringing ourselves to climax, and were still screaming with pleasure because of that when Deborah’s troops had pushed their way in. With both of us blindfolded and therefore unable to view just what had caused this disturbance!

“STAND ASIDE!” One of them roared at the terrified Elaine, and totally understandably she immediately complied. “KEY?” Again, Elaine acquiesced, handing over the little key to the padlocks upon our cuffs to the outstretched hands of one of Deborah’s girls. “OUT NOW!” Swiftly Elaine left the room, to be escorted by the troops to the place where all of the domestic staff were being corralled. Leaving just Kathryn and I in the room, still chained to each other and the bed. Several more of Deborah’s girls, again leaving their rifles outside, entered the room. “How convenient,” one of them remarked. Referring, I guess, to the fact that Kathryn and I already had leather cuffs around our wrists, buckles securely locked shut. Although we would have to be released from the bed, but we could be extracted from it one by one.

As if they didn’t possess enough advantages already, the fact that neither Kathryn could not see anything was yet another, as the padlocks linking the chains to the cuffs upon the limbs of Kathryn were unfastened, as were those securing the buckles of those wrapped around our hands, which were then removed. As was then Kathryn from on top of my body. An inscribed collar, again like that around Zoe’s neck, announced that she was now a ‘Prisoner of President Boulder,’ was wrapped around her own, a chain locked to it, and again like as had been done to Zoe, this was fed through the ‘D; rings of her wrist cuffs, before being returned to the collar.

Thus captured, totally unseen by me, Kathryn was then moved to the wall. It was time to release me from the bed. Having done so the team then fitted a likewise slave collar around my neck, securing my arms behind my back in the same manner as they had done to the two women.

Still blindfolded I was guided to the centre of the room, Kathryn brought over to be standing directly behind me. Now a length of chain was used to bind us together, being fitted to a ‘D’ on the rear of my collar to one mounted on the front of Kathryn’s. We were finally ready.

Colonel Blackhorse strode into the room. “I see that we have the situation under control.”

“Yes Ma’am. Both of the suspects are now under complete arrest.”

“Yes, well done everybody. All the staff are accounted for?”

“Yes Ma’am. They all been gathered together.”

“Good. They’re not under arrest at all and when we’ve taken these away, I’ll have a word with them, and they’ll be sent on their way. Summon the vehicles, both the command and the transportation one. And let Ms Gutenberg know we’ve completed the mission and it’s safe for her to enter this building, and we’ll re-unite these three criminals!”

Now those blindfolds were lifted if not removed, and we simply waited in silence for a few minutes before a radiant Estella Gutenberg entered, fully dressed now and holding a dog style lead in one of her hands. My heart sank as it became clear just who it was attached to, a cuffed and collared Zoe Anderson, just like Kathryn and I simply suspender clad now. As well as being blindfolded and her one was covering her eyes, rendering them totally useless, and naturally she had been relieved of her strap-on.

Mocking Zoe’s voice, Estella cruelly uttered, “well, MY PRETTY, aren’t you touched to be re-united with your girlfriend?” As a totally wicked smile crossed her face, clearly, she was loving this. “Gag all three of them!” As three female soldiers rushed forward to obey this latest instruction the ecstatic Estella continued, “well you’ve had your fun, but now it’s MY turn. By God you’re now going to pay for just what you’ve done to me! Bring her over here, stand her in front of this one,” pointing at me, “and chain them together, like these two are. Meanwhile put those blindfolds back, now that they know that they’re all mine now!” Zoe was now chained to me just as I was chained to Kathryn. There we stood, a line of three blindfolded, helpless captives, each now ball-gagged awaiting their fate, fully knowing it would be extremely unpleasant, especially as we now back in the cruel Estella’s hands and power!

Once more Colonel Blackhorse contacted President Boulder. “Good news Ma’am, mission successfully completed. Site secured, all three suspects now in custody.”

“Excellent news, Deborah. Is Estella there?”

“Yes Ma’am. She’s like a cat who’s got ALL of the cream!”

“Yes, I’ll bet she is. I’ll speak to her if I may, but your orders are to remain put, this site has now become Government Property. I’ll be razing all of the buildings there to the ground, and I think it’ll make a superb location for a prison camp for lawbreaking males who refuse to accept and live by my laws. Release all of the serving staff, we’ve enough on our plate dealing with these three criminals. Please put Ms Gutenberg back on.”

“Yes Cat, Estella here. Well, as I’ve made clear here, it OUR turn now!”

“Sure, is Estella. Come back here to my private residence now will you, I’ll think you’ll find the transportation vehicle is to your liking. It’s time to have some fun!”

Then she was gone. And word was passed that said transport had arrived. Estella’s triumphant voice rang out again, “MOVE THEM OUT!” With Estella herself grabbing the lead to the front of Zoe’s collar, we unfortunate three were pulled out of the building, and up the steps leading into the interior of the truck that was to take us directly to President Boulder. And Estella Gutenberg did indeed find the interior facilities of said vehicle to her liking!