How I became a bondage wife
By Master2124
Chapter 2 Early Beginnings.
Before I tell you about the club, let me tell you how this all started.
Before I became a woman, to use my mother's expression for my first period, my
elder brother used to have to look after me from time to time. This was because
my mother was what is called a single parent. That is she was bringing us up by
herself as our Dad had left many years before. So Mum had to work, resulting in
my brother, Edgar, being left to look after me. Of course, he thought I was a
real pain, especially when he was due to play with his mates. But he had no
choice but to take me. So he did. I would tag along behind his gang of buddies
trying not to be too noticeable. (I guess that was when I developed my
submissiveness.) The games they played were the usual boisterous boys games,
most of which I had to sit on the sidelines and just watch. But every now and
then they played games that they allowed me to join in.
The games I was allowed to join in were generally based on some cartoon or film
that the guys had watched and wanted to play out. They always involved the boys
breaking up into the good guys and the bad guys. I was the heroine who was
captured by the bad guys and who the good guys had to rescue. This always
involved me having my hands tied behind me and being dragged around with the bad
guys until the good guys caught up and rescued me. I guess this developed a
link between being tied up and being accepted and included. Of course, in these
early games, there was no sexual connotation or feelings. I was just the
heroine and it was all a game.
As we grew up, the games became more elaborate, as the films the guys watched
changed. Now, rather than just having my hands tied behind me, I would be
captured, taken into a room, tied to a chair with my hands and feet secured to
the back and legs, rope around my waist and even from time to time, a gag.
Again I would have to wait like this until rescued by the good guys. By now, my
brother and his mates were entering pubescence and I was quickly approaching it.
I was finding that strange feelings were stirring within me. My brother and his
mates, though, still only thought of me as the nuisance sister who was only good
for playing the heroine. The one good thing for them about tying me up was that
they found that they could forget about me and go and do their own thing. I was
being left more and more often, for longer and longer periods, tied up to a
chair in my bedroom or in the living room whilst my brother and his mates went
off to the mall, football practice or a base ball game. Strangely, I found I
didn't mind. Soon he stopped pretending to involve me in games, if he wanted to
go out with his mates, out came the ropes to tie me up, and off he would go.
When I was thirteen and Edgar was sixteen, I suddenly blossomed out, grew
breasts, pubic hair and started menstruating. Mum also changed her job from
daytime work to evening and night work. Now he didn't have to look after me
during the day, but he was required to "keep an eye" on me at night. That, more
often than not, meant that his mates came round to our place to hang out. They
played cards, computer games, watched TV shows or videos. I was expected to
provide snacks, empty ashtrays and drinks for them and clear up after them when
they went. Edgar didn't do anything except issue orders. One night I exploded
in front of his mates, and told him, "I'm not your slave, you know."
In a chorus all his mates called back, "O yes you are."
From then on they started to call me " Janey Slave." And I now I was required to
kneel in front of who ever I was delivering the snacks or drinks to, and when I
was not actually doing anything else, I had to kneel at the side of Edgar's
seat.
Every Saturday night, Edgar and his mates went out to the local club for the
evening. On these nights, Edgar would tie me to the chair in the living room,
switch on the TV to one of the satellite channels, and leave me there until he
returned. I would have to watch whatever channel he put it on, whether I wanted
to or not, because I was unable to change channels with my hands securely
fastened behind me. Because of this, I found myself from time to time, watching
programmes, especially late at night, which were of a sexual nature. I found
that watching these programs excited me, causing me to get moist between my
legs. I was, of course, becoming sexually aroused.
Mum, of course, was unaware of all this.
One Saturday night, just after my sixteenth birthday, Edgar and his pals decided
to come back to the house because there was a replay of the Football
Championship. There were six guys beside Edgar. As usual, when they arrived, I
was tied to the chair in the living room. No one commented because it had
become an accepted thing. Edgar quickly untied me so that I could do the
slave/maid thing for them.
I had to serve up the drinks and the snacks, clear the ashtrays, and fetch and
carry between the guys. I was taking a drink over to Terry, one of Edgar's
older friends, when I tripped and spilled it in his lap. I apologised and
grabbed a cloth and started to mop up the spillage. As I did so, I felt a
swelling under my hands. Terry was getting a hard on from my rubbing his
crotch. I immediately stopped drying him off and stepped away from him. He
called me back and told me I had not finished the job. I hesitated, but Edgar
backed him up and told me to dry him off or he would have to punish me. Again I
hesitated. In unison, the guys called out to Edgar "Punish her!"
Two of the guys grabbed my arms and dragged me over to one of the high back
chairs and bent me face down over it. Several of the guys had arrived wearing
neckties, and these were quickly used to tie my ankles to the base of the chair
legs. My arms were then pulled forward and down and my wrists were tied to the
base of the front legs. This left me bent tightly over the chair with my jeans
clad bottom thrusting up into the air. Luckily my loose top was tucked into my
jeans waistband.
Edgar deferred to Terry, as the injured person, to perform the punishment.
Terry came up behind me and smacked me hard on my left ass cheek, then again on
my right. I squealed from each slap, but strangely found that I was getting a
similar feeling between my legs as I had from watching the sexually based TV
programs. Edgar called to Terry that he should give me six of the best for
spilling the drink on him and another six for falling to clean it up properly.
So Terry gave me the four smacks to complete the first part of the punishment.
By now I was shouting for them to stop it. Edgar stopped Terry and told him to
wait a moment, as he needed to do something to quiet me down. I thought he
would stop my punishment, but instead he produced a dishcloth, which he stuffed
into my mouth to gag me. He secured this in place using another of the
discarded neckties. Then he told Terry to get on with the job of teaching me to
show better respect to the gang. Terry went on with my punishment, but this
time between smacks, he fondled my bottom, squeezing the flesh that was painful
from the punishment, to add to my discomfort. What this did though was to
increase my sexual excitement. He completed the second half dozen smacks and
stepped back. The guys shouted at him that he was a dirty old man. I looked
back over my shoulder to see that his erection was now straining against the
skintight pants that he wore. He cupped his prick with his hands and jerked
himself at me, laughing as he did so. The other guys laughed as well, thinking
it was all very funny.
The second quarter came on so the guys left me there tied over the back of the
chair, still gagged, whilst they watched the game. After about five minutes,
Edgar got up to get himself a drink. This meant that he had to pass me and he
slapped my ass as he went passed. The other guys took this as a signal that it
was Ok to do the same, so from time to time, one or other of them would get up
from their seat to fetch a drink and would catch me a slap as they passed.
I stayed that way until the second quarter finished, Edgar then released me.
For some strange reason I had enjoyed being tied up with all these guys around
and the added element of the butt smacks had got me quite wet between the legs,
so much so that I now had a wet patch showing through the crotch of my jeans.
Edgar spotted my wet patch and laughed.
"Look guys, my little sister has wet herself whilst she was tied up there." I
blushed. "You'd better go and get changed." He told me.
"Hold on a minute," Terry called, "Why is she wet? Do you think being tied up
and spanked turned on the little minx? Is the little slut wet from excitement or
piss? Maybe someone should have a sniff and find out?" I blushed even redder
and tried to escape up to my bedroom but Edgar caught hold of my arm.
"Well answer the man. Were you turned on from being tied up?" I hung my head,
and refused to answer. He swatted my backside. "Answer the man, were you turned
on from being tied up?"
"I think so, I'm not sure," I muttered.
"Well, if she's turned on by being tied up and spanked, maybe we should oblige
little Janey Slave further. It's a shame not to let her get her rocks off."
Paul joined in the conversation. I knew he fancied me. His eyes were
constantly on my breasts when I served him or when I knelt beside Edgar, or on
my cunt or ass when I was walking in and out. He was one of the two guys who
had helped to tie me to the chair.
"Yea, but if she's going to get her rocks off, its only fair she should help us
to get ours off," called Terry. "I'm still hard from her fondling earlier."
"Yea, I agree with that," added Jimmy, the other guy who had assisted in my
capture. "But I think she should be more appropriately dressed, or maybe
undressed, if she's going to entertain us tonight."
Edgar thought for a moment, looking me up and down. "All this time, you've
being getting tied up to keep you out of mischief, and all the time, you were
enjoying it." He turned to his mates. "I think you're right. I've never really
looked before, but I guess our little slave has quite a nice body. It's a shame
to disguise it in jeans and stuff." He turned to me. " In future, sis, when the
guys are here, you dress sexy. We want to be able to see what you have. In
future, skirts and blouses, panties and bras, but only if they are sexy. I'll
help you sort through and decide what's appropriate for you to wear. And
tomorrow, you'd also better get yourself off to the doctors and get onto some
sort of contraception, because these guys are horny as hell. Now get into your
bedroom and change." He released my arm, and slapped my backside again to hurry
me along. Mortified and scurried out, head down so that I didn't have to look
at any of their leering faces.
I got to my bedroom and closed the door. What should I do? My body told me one
thing. I was turned on! The idea of being sex slave to six guys thrilled me; I
could visualise six hard cocks all waiting for me; all eager to penetrate my
virgin cunt. This was not something I would want Mum to find out about, or my
few girl friends either. This was just for me. My body tingled with excitement
as I stripped off my wet jeans and panties. I wanted to get back to the guys,
and I wanted to look as sexy as possible. I looked through my things. I
decided on the skirt I used to wear for sports, until it got too small. Now, I
thought it would be ideal. It would just about come below my ass, but not by
much. I couldn't find anything else though. I went to the bedroom door, stuck
my head out to check no one was in the passage, and then quickly sneaked into
Mum's room. I knew from doing the washing that Mum had a number of items that I
thought the guys would like.
I quickly went to her underwear drawer and located a bra and pants set I had
seen only the other day. They were made of a very soft, shiny, white stretch
material and were practically transparent. I knew that even a slight amount of
moisture would make them see through. Mum also had a lovely shaped blouse that
would show off my waist nicely. It buttoned down the front, which I thought
might encourage the guys' ideas. I also borrowed a pair of Mum's evening
slippers. They had a pointed, three-inch heel. I knew that men found these types
of shoes sexy, for some reason.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a very sexy looking girl. (At least I
thought so, and I expected that the guys would agree.)
I made my way downstairs and back into the living room to find that Edgar had
pulled out the ropes that he used to tie me to the chair when he went out. My
chair was now sitting beside the TV. Edgar pointed to the chair and I went
meekly and sat on it.
However, it was Terry who came up with the ropes. He grinned at me. "My old
man's been a bondage fan for years, and I've had access to his magazines since I
was sixteen. I am going to really enjoy showing you and these guys what I've
learned from them."
He went behind the chair and started by taking my arms behind the chair back,
laid my forearms together one above the other, and preceded to tie them like
that. Because the chair back intervened between my arms and my body, this put a
strain on my shoulders. It also caused my breasts to thrust out against my
blouse front buttons in an alarming fashion. He then ran several loops around
my chest, above and below my breasts, which he also wrapped around the back of
the chair, going under my arms with each loop. This firmly held my upper body
in place. Having tied of this he took another piece of rope, lifted my left leg
up from the floor and lifted it back and to the side, and tied my ankle to the
top of the rear chair leg, just below my ass. He did the same with the other
ankle. I was now spread open and my already short skirt had ridden up into a
belt around my waist, leaving my panties clearly in view. I looked down and
could clearly see my pubic hair showing through and the damp patch, which had
already formed in the crotch of Mum's panties. Terry stood back to admire his
handy work.
"What do you think, guys?" he asked them.
"Nice cunt and wet too", Jake said.
"How about showing us some tit," was Paul's comment.
Terry's head went to one side. "That's easy enough," he said, "but won't that
be too much of a distraction during the last two quarters?" he asked them.
"Hell, no." piped up Jimmy. "We already know the result of the game. And the
third quarters a bit slow any way. Let's see some tit. It'll liven things up."
So Terry came over, went behind the chair so as not to obscure the guys' view,
leaned over me and proceeded to open the buttons down the front of my blouse.
He would unfasten each button then, before unfastening the next, he took time to
caress my breasts. Tied as I was I could not stop him, even if I had wanted to,
which I quickly found I didn't. When he had unfastened all the buttons he
pulled the two sides apart to reveal my bra-covered breasts. I looked down at
my breasts to see what the guys could also see, that my nipples were erect and
sticking out firmly. The soft material of the bra formed itself nicely around
the shape of my breasts and the little hillock protruding from their centre.
The rope above and below my breasts nipped into their bases causing the surface
to become tight. The material of the bra was so thin, that my breasts were
clearly visible.
Terry came around from behind me to have a look for himself. As he did so the
third quarter started. He liked what he saw so he sat down to watch the action.
So there I was right next to the TV, tied to a chair, my skirt tucked around my
waist, my legs open showing my damp, and by now totally transparent panties
meant that my still virgin cunt was on full view through. The practically
transparent bra left little to the imagination and my erect nipples could be
seen pointing out towards six guys each of whom was sporting a rock hard cock.
And every one was trying to pretend they were watching football on TV. Not
likely. Their eyes were all glued on either my tits or my cunt. Talk about hot!
I was boiling! I felt I was going to cum just from being watched. I never
realised how exciting exhibitionism was. At last I could understand strippers!
If they got half the buzz from stripping that I was getting from just sitting
there being stared at by six honey guys, then they were to be envied their job!
I was left alone except for their eyes until the end of the third quarter. When
the third quarter came to an end, Terry came over to me again. This time when
he stood behind me he asked the guys if they wanted to see my tits and cunt. Of
course he got resounding agreement. So he slipped both palms down from my
shoulders, down to the top of my breasts and slowly, teasingly, under the
material of my bra. He caressed me under the bra for a moment or too, teasing
my nipples between his centre fingers. Amazingly they got even harder, becoming
almost painful. When he was happy with how erect my nipples were he leaned down
and took command of my mouth, thrusting his tongue in between my lips in a very
experienced French kiss. As we kissed I felt him ease my bra cups down until
they formed a soft cushion under my tits. Now my tits were naked. I felt my
nipples harden even further. He stopped kissing me so that he could go to my
side. One of the other guys handed him a pair of scissors. Terry took them and
quickly snipped the waist loops on either side of the panties. I was horrified.
I had borrowed my Mum's bra and panties, and now the panties had been destroyed.
I started to protest. Terry's response was to ball up the destroyed panties,
which he pushed into my mouth to act as a gag. He used one of the neckties to
secure it into place.
Now I was really the centre of all eyes. My naked cunt, visible through my
blonde pubic hair, was wet with my excitement and my tits, crowned as they were
with rock hard nipples, evidenced my sexual arousal. Seven pairs of eyes were
zeroed in on me. I was embarrassed to realise that Edgar was staring as avidly
as the rest of the boys.
They sat there all through the fourth quarter, not even pretending to watch the
football. They only had eyes for me. I could see that they all had hard cocks.
The bulges were clear through their pants. I was proud that I was the one who
had put them there! However, they had come to watch the game, and they were
going to see it through to the end. After all, I wasn't going anywhere. I
would still be there when the game ended. Anticipation is fun! I allowed my
eyes to centre on each bulge in turn, looking up from the bulge to the boys face
then down again, making sure that he knew what I was looking at. Each time the
boy concerned squirmed a little as his cock got even harder. The last one I
looked at was Edgar. He grinned at me and rubbed his cock through his pants.
There was obviously not going to be any reprieve from that quarter. I wondered
just what the boys would do to me once the game was finished.
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