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BOOK 1

 

Chapter 8

 

      “We are right next door to Beth.  That’s why I used the earplugs, so she won’t hear us.”  Traci stamped her shackled foot and made some noise behind her gag.  “Getting a little antsy, are we?” she asked, teasing one of Traci’s nipples that was protruding prominently through the tight vinyl.  Traci nodded.  “This is your room for the weekend.  I thought you would like to see it.”  Connie reached up and unbuckled the blindfold.  Traci stared in disbelief.  Directly in front of her was a four poster bed identical to Connie’s and Beth’s, but that was the only similarities of the bedrooms. 

     The bed was the only piece of normal furniture in the room.  The floors and walls were bare concrete with large metal rings attached to them.  There were several metal cages of varying sizes.  One that hung by chains from the ceiling looked like a large bird cage.  In one corner sat a large plastic animal crate with a metal mesh door.  It was similar to the kind used by airlines to ship large dogs.  There was a wooden table with a leather covered top and many tie down rings.  Several benches of different styles sat across from the table.  Assorted straps and rings embedded in the padded leather covered tops.  In the opposite corner of the dog crate was a large wooden X frame covered in thick leather straps.  Next to it was a large steel wardrobe cabinet.  The other wall contained wooden stocks and pillories.  Beside them was a long wooden box that looked like a coffin.  At the foot of the bed was a metal pole that went from the floor to the ceiling.  Unbuckles leather straps were bolted to it every six inches up to a height of about six feet.  “What’s your pleasure sweetie” Connie joked.  “I think the Marquis De Sade did the interior decorating in here.  It’s not really as bad as it looks.  I’ve spent a lot of time in here.  She grabbed Traci by the strap around her waist and dragged her across the room, the chain between her ankles chattering on the concrete as she moved.  “First thing is that I have to use the bathroom, so I’m going to put you away for a little bit.”  They stopped in front of the dog crate.  “This should do the job.”  Traci shook her head and tried to pull away, but Connie had a good grip on the waist belt.  “Don’t even think of putting up a struggle now, Traci.  You’re hardly in any position to put up a fight.  Would you rather I put you in that one?”  She gestured towards the coffin shaped box.  “Trust me.  That one really sucks.”  Traci shook her head, eyes wide.  “I’ll tell you’ll what I’ll do.  I’ll get you something to keep you company while I’m gone.”  She pulled Traci across the room to the large metal cabinet.  It was six feet high and four feet wide.  She unlocked it with her keys and swung the doors open.  Inside was every bondage device every invented, or so Traci thought. 

     There were many leather straps of different lengths and thickness, and about the same assortment of chains.  Ropes of every color, style, and thickness were wrapped up in little bundles, and hanging from hooks.  There were many gags, blindfolds, hoods, and many other leather harnesses and bondage devices that Traci had no clue what their purpose were.  Connie opened a drawer and pulled out a huge black dildo.  It was about the size of a large ear of corn.  “Think it would fit?” she asked with a smile.  Traci shook her head very negatively.  She replaced it in the drawer and brought out a butt plug.  It was about the size of a can of soup at its widest point and just a bit taller.  “How about this one?” she teased.  This was follow by another series of gagged negatives.  She put it back in the drawer and brought out a slim pink vibrator.  It was about two inches around and about six inches long.  The controls were on the base.  “Is this a better size?”  Traci looked at her skeptically, and the she realized why.  “It’s for your pussy.”  Traci nodded.  Connie went behind her and unlocked the strap that ran through her crotch.  She knelt down in front of her and carefully unzipped the zipper that covered her crotch.  She could smell Traci’s arousal.  She dipped a finger into her.  “No lubrication needed here.”  She turned the vibrator on and slowly worked it inside of her.  Traci moaned into her gag.  When she had the plastic missile fully inserted, she turned it on high, and pulled the crotch strap back over it.  She came back around behind her and tightened it up.  The strap bisected her vaginal lips and pushed it in further.  Connie clicked the padlock shut.  “Come on now” she said leading Traci back to the crate by her leash.  Traci was having a hard time walking.  “Get on your knees and back in.  It’s easier that way.”

     Traci gave her one last pleading look as Connie opened the crate door.  “In you go, I’ll be back before you know it.”  Traci got on her knees, bent forward, and backed into the plastic crate.  Once she was all the way in, Connie closed the door, latched it, and locked it with a padlock.  She said goodbye, and left while Traci was still trying to get comfortable.  She was on her knees, bent forward, with her bound arms almost touching the top of the crate.  She knew that wasn’t going to work.  She got her legs out from under her, and slid to the back wall.  She still had to duck her head forward.  She slid down and forward by bending her knees; there wasn’t enough room to straighten them all the way out.  Her arms rested against the back wall with her leaning on them, but at least she could straighten her neck.  She was as close to comfortable as she was going to get. 

     Traci amused herself by pulling up on her arms bound across her back.  This tightened the crotch strap and forced the vibrating intruder farther into her.  By doing it, she could move it in and out about an inch.  It also caused the leather strap to rub against her clit which was enlarged, and hungry for attention.

     Two orgasms later, Connie returned to the room carrying a tray of sandwiches and drinks.  “It doesn’t look like it’s so bad in there now” she laughed.  Traci looked at her sheepishly.  She could picture it from Connie’s view through the wire mesh.  She had her ankles spread out as far as the tether chain would allow.  Her knees were bent and pushed wide against the crate sides as she jerked on the crotch strap to stimulate herself.  Her red, swollen labia protruded on either side of the black, leather strap.  “Are you ready to come out and eat?”  Traci nodded the best she could.  She unlocked and opened the door, and Traci slowly extricated herself.  She stood and stretched her cramped muscles.  Turning around, she offered the lock on the gag’s buckle to Connie.  She unlocked it and took it off.  It came out with a loud slurping sound, as Traci tried to contain the excess moisture in her mouth.  Connie brought a glass to Traci’s lips.  It was rum and coke again.  “Do you want a little midnight snack?” Connie asked.  “It’s midnight already?”  “Almost” Connie answered.  She unlocked the crotch strap and unbuckled it.  The vibrator dropped out into her hand.  She turned it off and tossed it on the bed.  She careful zipped up the crotch of Traci’s cat suit, but left the strap dangling.  “Does this mean that you’re going to let me loose?” Traci asked.  “If I do, will you give me any problems when it’s time to re-bind you?”  “No, I’ll do whatever you ask, I promise” Traci said solemnly. 

      Constance slowly undid the leather straps that bound Traci, leaving the ankle cuffs, hobble chain, and wrist cuffs locked on.  She then attached a six inch chain between the wrist cuffs.  “Let’s eat” said Connie.  “There are about five different kinds of sandwiches.  They are left over from a party that Mr. Proctor had the night before last.”  “Did you get to attend the party?”  Traci inquired.  “Sure, I attend all of them.  I look very similar to when I just walked in the room, except my uniform is black and white, and the tray is sterling silver.”  “Do you have to do kinky things in front of the guests?”  “No, never.  All of Mr. Proctor’s kinky side is kept very secret.  If there are people over for an event, and we’re being punished; he will either let us out until they leave, or lock us away out of sight and hire outside servers.  It all depends on his mood, and what we’ve done to get in trouble.”  “Can we eat in your room?  This place gives me the creeps.  It’s like a torture chamber.”  “That’s why we’re going to eat in here.  You need to get used to it.  You looked like you were going to faint when I first took your blindfold off.  I’ve spent many hours restrained in here and I’ve got some ideas that I want to try.  Some of this furniture can be quite useful.”  “You’re starting to scare me” Traci said half seriously.  “How about you take this hood off then?”  She reached around and tugged on the padlock on the collar.  “I don’t think you’ll have a problem eating with it on?” Connie told her.  “You have no idea how hot this plastic suit is” Traci responded.  “I think I’ve sweated off five pounds in the last couple of hours.”  “I have an exact idea how hot it is.  I have the same outfit, only in black.  I wore it in here for forty-eight hours straight once.  It wasn’t a pretty smell when I finally got to take it off.  By the way, don’t get any ideas about disrobing without my help.  Trust me, it can’t be done.  The gloves won’t come off before the wrist cuffs, and the boots without the ankle cuffs.  The cat suit can’t be removed before the boots and collar, and you’ve already figured out that the hood stays on until the collar is unlocked.”  “Forty-eight hours?” echoed Traci.  “I’m not going to be in this that long, am I?  I’d lose my mind.”  “No, just for a little while.  I have several different outfits for you to wear.  You’re going to love your pajamas” she said with a smirk.

     After they had eaten and both consumed two more drinks, Traci was feeling a little more relaxed.  “When do you think Mr. Proctor will be back?” asked Traci.  “I’d say not before noon tomorrow, so we can sleep in.  He’s out in Los Angles on business.  He’ll call me when he gets to the airport in Boston, so that gives us over an hour from then before he gets here.”  “You said that you spend a lot of time in here.  How much is a lot?”  “Not really all that much, just a lot of different times.”  “How long are you usually punished for?”  “Usually not more than half a day.  I pretty much keep the house running, so he can’t keep me away from my duties for too long.  Often times I have to do my work tied or chained up in some way.”  “And you get chained to the bed all night, like Beth, if you’re being punished?” Traci asked.  “Not that bad.  Just loosely spread eagle.  Mr. Proctor just said ‘spread eagle’.  The rest of it is my doing.  She can be such a bitch, I just couldn’t resist.”  “But won’t she be the one punishing you at some point?”  “Yes, I suppose.  Mr. P always does it when he’s home, but if he was away, and I was being punished, Beth would be in charge.”  “And she’ll take her revenge on you” interrupted Traci.  “But it’s not the same.  Beth really hates being punished.  I mean she despises it.  The only reason she stays is for the money.  It’s not that big of a deal to me.  Most times, when I’m in the right mood, I like it.  Sometimes I just piss Mr. Proctor off to see what he’ll do.  As a matter of fact, how would you like to change places and tie me up?”  “What’s the catch?” Traci asked.  “Okay, I’ll come clean.  I like to get tied up.  Before I came here I didn’t realize that, but I’ve come to like it.  Mr. P doesn’t know this, but I think he suspects it.  At any rate, he doesn’t take requests.  Sometimes, when he’s gone, and Beth’s being punished, I come in here and tie myself up.  I’ve come up with a bunch of ways for timed release, but some things I just can’t do on my own, and I can’t ask Beth.  Please.”  “Hey” Traci responded.  “Me doing the tying beats me being tied up, in my book, but if I’m doing you such a favor, the least you can do is take this hood off.”  “It’s a deal.  I’ll tell you, step by step, how to tie me up.  When I’m gagged and helpless, you can improvise.  Here’s what we’ll do.”  Connie explained in great detail while she released Traci from her hood.  The air felt good on her face.  Her hair was soaked with sweat.

 

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