How I became a bondage wife
By Master2124
Chapter 8 - I swap homes with Tessa.
At Tessa's instigation we went to wake the boys up. We were naked except for
matching shining Lycra panties that fit us like a second skin, emphasising what
we considered our best attributes, (cunt and ass) whilst leaving clear to view
what we knew the guys considered our best attributes (our breasts). The guys
were already up, and showered. They had both donned dressing gowns so they were
more dressed than we were. Tessa lead the way and went over to Edgar, sank down
to her knees in front of him, opened up his dressing gown, (he was naked beneath
it) and lowered her head to his rapidly rising cock. His hands went immediately
to her head in almost automatic reflex. I followed her lead and knelt in front
of Terry.
Terry took hold of my hands to stop me opening his dressing gown. He told me to
place my hands together. He pulled the belt of his dressing gown out of the
loops and quickly tied my wrists. He then went behind me, pulling my wrists up
and over my head. He ran the belt down to my waist and then looped it around my
body and tied it off behind my back. My wrists were now pulled uncomfortably
down behind my neck towards my waist, my elbows naturally spread apart around my
head. This position thrust my breasts forward. My nipples, which were already
raised in excitement, immediately became almost painfully hard. He came around
me until he stood in front of me again. The removal of his belt had caused his
dressing gown to fall open and his erection stood out proudly through the gap.
"Now you can do what you intended to do, my sweet slave. You can fuck me with
your mouth, just like my sweet sister is fucking your brother's cock with her
mouth. Now get to it."
He placed his hands on my head and guided me to his rampant manhood. I opened
my mouth and took him into my oral cavity with some slight difficulty. Even
with my forced practice of the night before, I still found that taking a prick
in my mouth whilst my hands were totally useless to me was not any easy thing to
do. To do so required that I kneel up as high as I could, then to angle my
head so that my mouth was above the tip of his cock, and then I had to lean
forward until my open mouth was able to take his knob straight in back to my
throat. In this position I was able to take only about a third of his length,
and in doing so I found that his knob slid into the top of my throat, blocking
air from entering via my mouth. I had to breath carefully through my nose.
Amazingly, instead of frightening me, this actually made me more excited. I
could feel the leakage from my excitement wetting the front of the Lycra panties
that I was wearing.
Terry and Edgar although erect, were obviously still sated from the previous
night's activities and it took us both a fair while before we were able to bring
them to climax. When he felt himself reaching his peak, Terry pressed down on
my head, forcing his cock further into my throat, and I had no choice but to
drink his fluid as it spurted from him. When he released my head, he did not
release my arms. "I like your little sister like this, Edgar. What do you
think?" Edgar, his arm around Tessa, her left breast cupped in his hand, looked
at me with a grin on his face.
"I guess she has certain attributes which make her stand out in that position,"
he said. "Let's get some breakfast, the girls might have "eaten", as it were,
but I'm starving." Laughing at his pun, he led the way into the kitchen.
Releasing Tessa, he pointed her towards the stove and told her to get busy
making everyone an omelette. As she walked over to the stove, I noticed that
her panties were also stained from her excitement. So I wasn't the only one
turned on by submissive sex!
Because of my bondage, I was unable to assist Tessa with the breakfast. Terry
had me kneel at the side of his chair, and lazily stroked my breasts as he
talked with Edgar. I listened as they made plans for the day. I was astonished
to discover that they had also been discussing the possibility of my going to
stay with Terry, "for training as a bondage sex slave." Edgar's main objection
was that he would have no one to get his meals ready, tidy his room or wash his
clothes. No objections were raised about me, his younger and until very
recently inexperienced sister being used for sex. I guess his friendship with
Terry went deeper with Edgar than did his responsibility to me as his sister.
Well, I couldn't say I was surprised. After all, he had not received very much
of a lead on responsibility from our mother, who was absent from the house, more
than she was present.
Terry's solution to this quandary was to offer Tessa as a substitute for me.
"And, let's face it;" Terry said to Edgar, "There are side benefits to having
Tessa here for you. You can't fuck your sister, after all, but Tessa loves to
fuck, and she has the hots for you. Just make sure you treat here right. And
by that I mean keep her in her place. She's always looked after me and my Dad,
and she's used to doing as she is told and to being punished if she doesn't do
her job proper. She's also got a taste for bondage, as you've seen so you should
keep her tied up some too. If you come over to my house with her later, Dad and
I will give you some pointers on the bondage, show you what she likes and what
she doesn't, but we do." From that I learned that Tessa had an interesting
relationship with her father and her brother, that I would not only be
submitting to Terry but also his Dad, that I could expect to be tied up "some"
and that I would have to come up to the mark or risk getting spanked. So we did
not have to ask the boys anything, it was already decided. I was just a little
sorry that Tessa apparently wouldn't be with me to offer some mutual support
except when Edgar brought her over to get bondage tips. I wondered if I would
be the model for all these positions that Tessa liked and disliked and whether I
would like them or dislike them. The future now had a very exciting tinge to it.
As an after thought, I wondered what Mum would think about Tessa and me
exchanging places and whether Edgar would let Mum see Tessa whilst she was in
bondage and if so, what Mum's reaction would be.
After breakfast, which I took from Terry's fork, as he did not unfasten my hands
until afterwards, we all got ready for our respective day, Tessa and I for
school, Edgar and Terry to go off to their jobs. Both Tessa and me wore our
sexy underwear under our otherwise sedate school uniform. I suspected that I
would be aware of this all day, and expected that the knowledge would keep me at
least moderately sexually alert.
That evening I went home to pack my things. When I had finished Edgar helped me
to carry my bags over to Terry's place, whilst Terry helped Tessa to carry her's
to mine.
When I had my things safely installed in Tessa's bedroom, I went down to the
living room to where Terry waited for me. I was still dressed in my school
clothes, sneakers, bobby socks, black skirt to just below my knees, and white
blouse under which, of course was my new sexy underwear. Terry was not alone,
his stepfather, Frank, was waiting with him.
"So this is the young lady you were telling me about. I can see why you want
her; she's very attractive, just like her mother. Well, girl, you're over
dressed, don't you think. From now on, as soon as you get home from school, you
will strip. You will wear whatever is waiting for you on the table in the
hallway, if there is nothing there, and then you will remain naked. Now strip."
I was so embarrassed. All though I had surmised that Terry's Step dad was into
this, Tessa had given no indication to me that he would be around when I got in
from school, or that he would be giving me orders or expecting me to show myself
off in front of him. I had thought he might be involved in some capacity, but
that I would primarily be living with Terry. But I found I was excited at the
idea of being involved with an older man, one who was old enough to be my father
especially one so good looking. He obviously took care of himself.
I knelt to remove my sneakers and socks, one at a time.
"I love a girl who obeys immediately and gets down on her knees without being
told," Frank said to Terry. "You seem to have found us a good one here."
They watched me as I slowly stripped down. I removed my skirt first, and then
knelt again to remove my blouse, as Frank seemed to like me kneeling. I left on
my bra and panties as they were very sexy with my nipples and cunt protruding
through the openings.
I looked up to see that Frank was smiling encouragement to me. "Good girl, you
have a natural instinct for how a sex slave should act."
This underwear set was designed to reveal, rather than conceal, to enhance
rather than support. I remembered reading somewhere that Confucius maintained
that a woman with clothes on was sexier than a woman with clothes off. This
underwear was definitely designed with that maxim in mind.
Frank had watched me with interest, enjoying what he saw. I knew that was so,
because the bulge in his tight pants had grown whilst I had obeyed his orders
immediately and without question.
I knelt up in the way that I had learnt was expected of me, knees apart, hands
behind me, and chest out. Frank surveyed me for a moment.
"Good girl, I like you and I think you are going to fit in here nicely. Now
Terry has a little something for you."
I turned to see that Terry was holding a set of leather straps and chains
similar to those that I had worn the previous night.
"Come her, slut, and get your decorations." I went over to him on my knees, as
I had to Frank. When I was between his knees, he leaned forward and fastened
the neck collar on. As he did so he looked into my eyes. "You're loving this
aren't you? You're a natural slave slut. You're already wet." I knew he was
right, I was very excited and I could feel the wetness of my leaking fluids
soaking the crotch of my panties.
The straps were slightly different from the ones I had worn at my house.
Instead of buckles they had a hasp fastening through which Terry proceeded to
thread a padlock. There was no way I was going to be able to remove these
straps without the key(s) to the padlock(s). Whilst I continued to kneel before
him he attached straps around my throat, wrists, and ankles locking them in
place with a padlock. He had me stand up before him. He still had several
straps left, plus a long chain. He took a longer strap which he fastened around
my waist, securing it at the left side, again using a small padlock. He then
produced a dildo which he made me suck before he pushed it into my open, sopping
wet cunt. The next strap was then attached to the front of my waist strap,
pulled through my legs and fastened to the back of the waist strap and again
locked in place. This strap pushed the dildo deep into my body and separated my
cunt lips as it sank in between them. He lifted my wrists and fastened them into
the same D ring in back of the waist belt. This meant that my arms were
slightly bent. He took another strap and looped it around my elbows, pulling it
tight so that my elbows touched, forcing my breasts into prominence. The chain
was then clipped onto the D ring in the front centre of my neck collar and
allowed to dangle loose between my breasts. He finished of my bondage with two
tiny elastic bands which he stretched over my engorged nipples.
"There, that will keep you in you place until we are ready to make use of you
again later," Terry told me. "Now lets get on into the lounge, Dad and I have a
few things to get on with and we prefer to be comfortable whilst we are doing
them." Terry picked up the end of the chain and led me into the lounge with it.
They had me kneel in the centre of the room, sat themselves comfortably on two
lounge chairs set up either side of a chess board, and proceeded to play a long
and involved chess game, leaving me to contemplate my navel, or what ever else I
felt like contemplating.
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