Emily

“Emily-part 2”

I grinned to myself as I drove my precious cargo, neatly contained within her own luggage, tucked into the trunk of her own car, toward the warehouse space I use for my electronics import business. Over the last few months, I had been busy building out a portion of the space where Em would be staying for an extended period of time. The new space is built securely, entirely by my own hands, as I could never trust a contractor to build Emily’s new home, with all it’s accouterments and toys.

I pulled into the now empty main portion of the warehouse, which was dark and had been out of use during the time I spent constructing my new playroom. Putting the car in park, I began to unload the luggage I had packed up at Hank and Em’s. Loads of clothes, shoes, and a few framed pictures taken to ensure my brother believes that Emily has left him to move back to New York. There was a small bag containing Emily’s collection of toys, the ones she wasn’t wearing at that very second anyway. Several gags, cuffs, clamps, a pussy pump, and more, including a USB thumb drive which I was sure contained pictures and video I would be sure to enjoy.

After stacking the bulk of the luggage in a lockable closet just inside the door of the new room, I walked back to the open trunk of the car and gazed at the large case which held my new toy, Emily. The pink bag shook and shivered on occasion, ‘mmmfed’, and groaned as she moved. She must be enjoying the presents I left in her for the trip over here. Since she had already discovered my identity, I hadn’t bothered to drive around for a few hours in an attempt to disguise her location...if she wasn’t totally preoccupied by the vibrators in her ass and pussy, she could likely guess that she wasn’t terribly far from the home she had shared with Hank.

I watched the luggage for a few minutes, waiting for a climax in the noise it emitted, then clicked off the remote controlled vibrator that now sat over her clit in a small pocket on the latex panties I had put on her before packing her in the case. The package started, and Em tried with whatever strength she has left to move the case, knowing exactly what was about to happen. I lifted her out of the trunk, tipped the luggage onto it’s built-in wheels, and rolled Emily into her new home. I locked the door, and prepared to unpack the tiny blonde contained inside the pink box.

Just inside the entrance of the main room is the aforementioned locking closet, where I’ve amassed a reasonable collection of items Emily would soon be experiencing. Past the closet entrance a short hallway leads to my space, a small kitchen, comfortable chair, fridge and several cupboards. The chair faces a large one-way mirror, almost floor  to ceiling, from the far wall to the door of the internal space, Em’s new home. The inside room itself was large, with metal rings attached periodically to secure points on each wall, at ankle, waist and overhead heights, a few more distributed around the ceiling in convenient places, certainly no shortage of places to secure her. There were two pillars exactly 10 feet apart, centered in one-half of the room...a place I intended to be a main play-area. In the center of the other half of her new room, I had bolted a solid oak bed frame to the cement floor. The bed was simple, stained oak, the thick frame sported 1.5” holes on 3” centers...allowing convenient places all over the bed for the of use rope to secure Emily to the rigid structure. In one corner I had put a bathroom space, sink, shower, toilet etc, completely open to the rest of the room, both for practical use and to drive the point home that she is now owned, and has no private moments. Nothing of her own, nothing for herself...she exists simply for me, as long as I wish.

I pulled a few lengths of rope out of the small kit I brought to Em’s this morning, and then lifted the case containing my prize onto the bed. As I unzipped the case, Em struggled uselessly against the bonds containing her. She moved her head as if to look around, which of course was impossible due to the strict leather helmet she wore, trying to speak through the huge ballgag underneath. Her legs were frog-tied, and she had been unable to work those ropes off because I had used the portion of the stilletto heels she wore to hold the loops of rope high up on her thighs. She struggled against a very tight armbinder that held her elbows together behind her, straps reaching around each shoulder with a joiner across the top of her chest to prevent her from dropping a shoulder and working the whole thing off. She had only been bound this way for an hour, but the tight bondage combined with her compact trip must have her aching all over.

After lifting her out of the case and onto the soft bed, I used my utility knife to slice off the tiny, soft cotton t-shirt she had worn after getting out of the show this morning, and tossed the shirt in the large garbage bin waiting in the corner. She shivered despite the room’s more than adequate temperature, and her nipples grew instantly hard again, like oversized pencil erasers poking out of her very ample bosom. I quickly twisted one of the erasers hard, and simultaneously swatted her partial latex-covered behind...hard. What might have passed for a scream barely escaped her gagged and helmeted head.

I untied her legs as she lay there trembling, but decided to leave the helmet and armbinder for the time being.

I pulled her to her feet, facing the side of the bed, and used lengths of rope to secure her legs more than shoulder width apart. She stood next to the bed, just the shortest length of her blonde hair sticking out from beneath the strict helmet. I used short lengths of rope to wrap around here DDD bust, making the large globes appear even larger in comparison to her petite frame, and used the short remains of each piece to pull them up and over her neck, where I tied the two pieces together...forming a sort of bondage bra. It offered her very little support, but made those beautiful tits look even more appealing. The last touch was to pull her armbinder up behind her in a strappado, using one of the rings embedded in the ceiling.

She still wore the latex panties, with their two intruders, and vibrator mounted over her clit. I stepped back to admire my new prize in all her helpless glory. Black leather shining mutely under the lights, her lightly tanned skin covered in goosebumps, anxious for a touch. I approached her from behind, she started the instant I touched her nervous skin, obviously wondering what I was about to do. With my right hand I reached down and pushed both members deeper inside her. She writhed and screamed into her gag, undecided at whether to enjoy the further invasion, or whether she had perhaps had enough. I stopped when she was so wet with arousal that her juices began leaking out of the panties, and down the insides of her legs. I removed my hands, and left her that way while I attended to sorting through her former belongings.

I sorted through the rest of her bags in my observation room. Keeping a close eye on my new guest, I tossed most of her clothes and shoes, keeping only a few items out of practicality. The process took about a half-hour, but it must have seemed an eternity to her as she was bound. I took her garbage out to the dumpster, and walked back inside.

When I walked back to Emily’s room, and unlocked the door, I saw through the one-way mirror that Emily appeared to be crying in her bondage. Probably not a good thing, considering her only access to air are the nostril holes in her leather helmet. I quickly opened the inner door and strode to the bed, over which she was bound. I decided to leave her in strappado, but taking off her helmet was a good idea so she would have unrestricted access to breathe. I unbuckled the wide strap that pushed the large ballgag deep into her mouth, and unlaced the back of the helmet before sliding it off carefully. Her face was disheveled, eyes puffy and tear stained, the profile of her lips under the 4” wide swath of microfoam tape would have been twisted into a pout if it wasn’t for the incredibly large ballgag.

As soon as her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see me, the tattoos on my arms verifying that it was indeed me and not my twin brother Hank, she began shivering uncontrollably. I decided now was as good a time as any to have our first little chat as owner and slave. I gently removed the tape, and unstrapped the ballgag, which required a little tug for her to spit it out...her jaw had been opened as far as possible, and the rubber gag had still been applying pressure from within to keep it open further. She cried a little, whimpering, sniffling and sighing to herself, she couldn’t look at me. Her head pointed down toward her chest, toward her breasts, which grew deeper shades of purple by the minute.

She asked quietly if I would please let her out of bondage, she had had fun while she thought this might be a game, even after I packed her into the suitcase she thought it was probably a fun hoax, but she would prefer to go home now. She wouldn’t even mention any of this to Hank, if I please let her go. I sat for a minute, caressed her soft, tear-stained cheek, then slapped her suddenly across the face. She looked shocked for a moment as I walked around the bed, behind her, and did the same to her ass cheeks till they were beet red. She screamed and cried with each blow, but I did not relent, this was perhaps the most important moment of her capture. When I finished and walked around to the other side of the bed, I took her face in my hands again. I caressed her, brushed her disheveled hair out of her face, and told her that no, I would not release her. This is no game Emily, you are now owned, by me. I now control everything about you. I own every part of you, to do with as I please.

She looked calmly at the bed, then at her bound breasts, and up at me. Obviously gathering herself, she sighed and said, Yes Sir.