Woolly Story

A Woolly Story

Part 2

Setting the Scene: -

Many thanks to everyone who e-mailed with their comments regarding part one of my woolly Story. All of your comments are gratefully appreciated.

The 2002 Christmas holidays got in the way of me continuing the exploits of David and Jennifer so here goes in January 2003. Happy New Year to you all.

When we left of at part one, David had just returned home after an orgasmic weekend with his new friend Jennifer. They spent the weekend in her home, which was a converted English, rural police station.

A Woolly Story Part 2

Monday morning was interesting with al the memories of the weekend still fresh in my mind. By 10am there had been over twenty e-mails from Jennifer who seemed a little concerned that I may not be as enthusiastic as her to continue the adventure. Once I was clear of the Monday morning meetings I did my best to reassure Jennifer that I was just as enthusiastic and wanted to explore further my newfound interest in wool crossdressing with the added delight of severe bondage. Our ongoing e-mails were always in code; No one can be sure these days who in the IT department would have access to whatever was leaving the company Exchange server. That evening after dinner (when the BT calls were free) I chatted on the phone with Jennifer for at least two hours. We had a short break but when in bed we chatted again by phone.

Tuesday followed roughly the same routine but on Wednesday I asked Jennifer round for dinner, as I would be working from home most of the day. We agreed on an early dinner (18:30) as Jennifer could come round straight after work.

At only one minute after six thirty the doorbell rang. It was another freezing cold; winter day in rural England so I guessed Jennifer would be wrapped up in warm layers of beautiful wool. I was not disappointed because standing on my doorstep was the beautiful blond friend I had spent last weekend with, wearing her heavy black wool coat, which ended just above her ankles. The only item contrasting the blackness of Jennifer’s coat was her bright blue cashmere scarf that covered her neck and lower part of her face. “Come in darling,” I asked and Jennifer held out her hand, pulling herself towards me our first kiss of the evening in the freezing cold air of the open doorway. I closed the door and ushered Jennifer into the warmth of my living room and she headed straight for the heat of the open fire (Gas Effect).

I asked to take her coat but to be honest I was eager to see what she was wearing under the heavy wool coat. Again I wasn’t disappointed. She took off her coat and before me was Jennifer dressed in a dark blue polar neck wool sweater. She had been at the office all day so her black skirt wasn’t as short as I would have liked but never the less her long black Lycra covered legs ended at a pair of low heeled pumps. Next Jennifer removed her black wool gloves and finally unwound the blue cashmere scarf from around her neck. “Well I’m dressed for the occasion tonight David, why aren’t you?” I guess Jennifer was slightly disappointed that I wasn’t cross-dressed in layers of wool but it wasn’t really that convenient today as I had been busy at the laptop and rushed to prepare dinner for Jennifer’s arrival at six thirty. I made a joke about not having anything to wear but Jennifer laughed off my comment by explaining she would fix that. I left Jennifer for a moment to put her coat, gloves and scarf in the cloakroom but as I hung them up I had to hold the blue wool scarf to my face and smell the wonderful sweet aroma of Jennifer’s perfume. I headed to the kitchen next and back into the living room with a glass of white wine for my beautiful guest who was now sitting on the rug with her back to the open fire.

We kissed several times again before dinner and around seven (ish) we headed into the dining room to sit down to the meal I had prepared.  Topic of conversation turned to our sexual fantasies at most junctions. Jennifer explained that she loved seeing me wearing female cloths, especially woollen cloths. She didn’t think that she would ever have found a boyfriend that she could shear these kinds of feelings and fantasies with. “Boyfriend,” that is an interesting concept but I suppose we were now dating and we could be described and boyfriend and girlfriend. After dinner we retired to the living room again and sat beside each other on the sofa with a cup of coffee. It wasn’t long until we started kissing again and our hands started to wonder, all over each other. Jennifer started holding my wrists and tried her best to tease me. She simply wasn’t strong enough until finally she threatened to handcuff me! I tested her a little further until Jennifer reached into her handbag and pulled out a shinny pair of handcuffs. I played with her a little longer but I have to admit I let her get one cuff locked around my left wrist. “Okay pal, put your hands behind your back,” Jennifer demanded? Again, eager to play along I put I put both hands behind my back and allowed Jennifer to lock the open cuff around my right wrist. “That’s better,” she explained with a naughty grin.

Next Jennifer announced she was off to the toilet. On her return several minutes later she held in front of her the bright blue cashmere scarf she wore earlier. Within what seemed like a few seconds she had wound the long scarf twice around my head, cutting out all the light. More kissing followed and it was obvious Jennifer was enjoying being in control. After about twenty minutes or so she pulled the scarf down from my eyes and she asked if we could go upstairs to bed. I certainly wasn’t going to pass up her offer so she followed me up to the second floor and into my bedroom.

Remember this was the first time Jennifer had ever been in my bedroom as we had spent ninety five percent of last weekend in her place. Jennifer was pleased to see I had a metal-framed bed and quickly unlocked one of the cuffs to enable me to get undressed. I first removed Jennifer’s scarf that still was tied around my neck, followed by my shirt, trousers and finally my socks. I left my boxers on and climbed into bed. Jennifer removed her shoes and skirt only, before climbing on top. The feeling on her soft wool sweater and Lycra tights against my bare skin started to drive me wild. It wasn’t long until pulled my cuffed wrist up to the bed-head and I didn’t resist as she secured both wrists to the metal frame. I lay there with a massive bulge in my boxer shorts as Jennifer teased the hell out of me. Next she started a strip-tease act by slowly and seductively removing her wool sweater revealing the black, silk teddy underneath. Her tights came off next but what happened then, surprised me a lot. As soon as Jennifer had removed her black Lycra tights she rolled up the body part and stuffed them into my mouth. Winding the legs several times around my head made the tights a formidable gag. Jennifer started to tease me even harder now. She removed my boxers and started playing with my hard man-hood, stroking him a rubbing her tongue alone the shaft to the throbbing head. Before coming down on me, she removed her black silk teddy and we made love for the first time since last weekend. Once Jennifer was satisfied we had both come, she removed herself from me and headed for the Ensuite bathroom. When she emerged several minutes later, her black silk teddy was back on and she announced she was heading back downstairs to fetch a spare pair of tights from her handbag. When Jennifer returned her legs and lower torso were once again covered in a layer of Black Lycra. Next she pulled on her skirt, followed by the thick wool sweater. Finally she stepped into her black leather pumps. While all this was going on, I was still handcuffed to my bed with Jennifer’s tights still gagging me. “What shall I do with you now David,” Jennifer asked with a smile of satisfaction across her face? All I could do was Mumph into my gag. I could tell Jennifer had something on her mind when she leaned over me and unlocked my wrists from the headboard.  Quickly rolling me over onto my stomach, she re-cuffed my hands behind me back. I thought I was to be let free but Jennifer had definite ideas. “Have you got your own handcuff keys,” Jennifer asked? I nodded my head and she simply smiled and tied her blue cashmere scarf twice around my head again. “This should provide you with a challenge then David!” Jennifer then explained that she would see me at the weekend and left. I faintly heard the front door close behind her.

Not only could I not see what I was doing but also the scarf was tied so tightly it made the already uncomfortable gag even more uncomfortable. The Lycra tights that packed my mouth now made my whole face ached under the new added pressure. I always kept my bondage gear in the wardrobe in the spare bedroom. It shouldn’t prove too difficult, as I had made the trip under similar circumstances many times before during self-bondage sessions. At least tonight my legs were free so walking was easy. Before going anyway I tested the cashmere scarf that was tied so tightly around my head. I tried to pull it down by pressing my face against the frame of the bed. I had no luck there so I knew the journey to the spare bedroom would have to be made in total darkness. I moved very slowly backwards, using my cuffed hands behind my back to feel my way through the upstairs landing. I knew I was in the spare room when I felt the distinctive handles of the wardrobe. I tugged and the sliding door, which moved in the right direction. Kneeling down with my hands behind me, I felt for the wooden box that contained my large range of handcuffs, leg-irons and lots of other goodies. It didn’t take me long to open the box and rummage for a set of handcuff keys. The only keys I had upstairs were on a key ring, which had a large plastic float attached. All my spare keys were set in ice within a sealed Tupperware box, safely stored in the kitchen freezer. Having to get these keys would be the last resort as freedom would have been quite a few hours away. In fact finding these keys wasn’t difficult and I knew I was only minutes from freedom or so I thought. Within all the exciting I hadn’t noticed that Jennifer had cuffed my hands back to back. If you have ever cuffed yourself this way, you will understand how difficult it is to find the keyhole and release yourself. For what seemed like an age, I rolled round the floor trying to find that tiny hole to slot the key but I just couldn’t get my hands round far enough to slot the keys in. At one point the phone rang and after the usual five rings it dropped it voice-mail. I rested several times before trying to escape again. I must have done this ten or twelve more times before I finally slipped the key in using the tip of my little finger. Once there I rested again, trying not to allow the keys to drop out. With cramp in my fingers I wrestled one last time to turn the key and at last the cuff dropped open. Thank goodness Jennifer hadn’t doubled locked the cuffs! I didn’t wait to release the spare cuff before I untied the scarf, followed by the tights, which had gagged me so well all evening. Once my mouth and face were free, I released the last cuff and finally I could go to bed.

Once in bed I checked my voice-mail and it was Jennifer checking to see if I was free. I decided not to ring her back and let her panic for a little while longer. Not a very bright thing to do as the phone rang again just after midnight, waking out of a deep sleep. It was just after she had got home when she remember the way she had cuffed me and therefore knew how difficult it would be for me to realise myself. Jennifer had no other way back into my house because she didn’t have a set of keys.

Thursday was a normal day at the office, not a lot exciting. Thursday was also the evening Jennifer spent at the gym so I was in for a quiet night. We chatted before going to sleep and arranged to talk more tomorrow so that we could make plans for Friday night through to Sunday evening. We wanted to spend the weekend together.

I was working from home all day on Friday, so was Jennifer so we exchanged many e-mail’s throughout the day. Just after lunch the doorbell rang and it was the local courier service with a box for me. I signed for the package and quickly took it into the living room to open it. Jennifer is a funny girl; I wasn’t surprised to find a range of female clothing (wool of course) including shoes. There was also a note inside from Jennifer with a set of instructions. I decided to take the box upstairs to my bedroom and follow her instructions to the letter. It was after all a gain that she wanted to play and I was happy to play along.

The first item of clothing, Jennifer’s note mentioned was the severe looking leather corset. I stripped off all my cloths and held the corset up to my body. Jennifer’s note suggested that I zipped the Corset up from the front and then turn it around so that the zip was to the back and the large breast cups were to the front. I’m glad she suggested it, as it was difficult enough to pull the zip up, even being at the front. Breaching wasn’t easy once the corset was zipped up. I now had to turn it around and boy was that another awkward task. Next the note described the silicon breast forms that I was to slip into the leather cups on the corset. Easy enough I thought and it wasn’t difficult.  Next came a pair of wool ribbed tights (Black). Jennifer’s note suggested I take a leak before putting them on. I did as she suggested and returned to the bedroom and pulled each leg into the soft wool tights and eased them up to meet the leather corset. I now understood why Jennifer suggested I take a leak because the next item I was to put on was a pair of leather chastity pants. I followed Jennifer’s instructions carefully as I slipped into them, locking the various padlocks, which insured they were not coming off. I guessed Jennifer had the keys at her house so I was to wait until later to be released from them. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was pleased and my shape in the tight leather corset, black wool legs firmly held against my bare skin by a pair of leather chastity pants. Next I pulled on a pair of knee high boots (High heel). They also locked in place and I now looked even better in the mirror.

Finally I came more wool clothing. The bulk of the wait in the box was the full-length wool dress (Black again) that had a roll neck collar and I guessed it would reach right down to my ankles. Jennifer’s note described that I take out a large pair of leather cuffs before putting on the dress. These cuffs were to go around both thighs, just above my knees. I followed Jennifer’s instructions and locked them both. Walking was still possible but only in very, very small steps. I then eased the mass of wool over my head and pulled it all the down over my entire body until it rested just above my ankles, just as I thought. My leather corset, black tights, locking pants, leather boots and thigh cuffs were now hidden behind a very thick layer of black wool.

The final piece of wool clothing was a very thick, black balaclava. I only found two eyeholes, nothing else so I pulled the tight hood over my head and down over my face. I pushed and pulled the balaclava so that I could see through the small eyeholes. Fixing the massive roll neck of the sweater meant the balaclava fitted well under the sweater.  I then to take out the next item described in Jennifer’s note, a locking leather collar. Again following Jennifer’s instructions, I rolled the wool neck over my wool-covered face and locked the leather collar around my neck. Rolling the rest of the wool back down completely hid the leather collar. It was really effective especially as I now couldn’t remove the full-length wool sweater dress or balaclava, even if I wanted to.  Jennifer’s note then asked me to e-mail her and let her know I was ready. Her response told me that she wouldn’t be over until around seven o’clock, almost five hours away!

It was to be a long afternoon. At least my hands were free of anything to typing e-mails so generally working wasn’t too difficult. I was horny as hell but couldn’t gain any release due to the chastity pants and thick layers of wool that were locked on me.

True to her word Jennifer arrived at exactly seven o’clock. I quickly ushered her in from the doorstep just in case anyone saw me. Jennifer hugged me tightly and asked if I wanted to go over to her place and spend the weekend in her dungeon. I was even more excited when she asked me to wait in the living room while she fetched some other items from the car. She returned with a very heavy wool coat and a small carrier bag. Jennifer asked where her blue cashmere scarf and handcuffs were. I explained that the scarf was in the cloakroom and the handcuffs were in the drawer on the telephone table in the hall. Jennifer agreed to get them as movement for me were very slow having my knees bound together under the wool dress. The first thing Jennifer did was to handcuff my hands behind my back using the cuffs she had just retrieved from the drawer in the telephone table. Next Jennifer took a ring of keys from the carrier bag and unlocked the leather collar, freeing me from the dress and balaclava. Once the balaclava was rolled up, a small silk scarf was stuffed in my mouth and duet tape used to seal the scarf tightly in place. The balaclava was now rolled back down, along with the thick wool collar of the dress. I was now really in trouble but the worst of the evening was still to come.

Using the blue cashmere scarf, Jennifer wrapped it loosely around my face, covering part of the balaclava. I wasn’t convinced but who was I to complain? Next came the heavy black, wool coat. It was long with a hood and once buttoned up you couldn’t really tell what I was wearing below. She then fixed the scarf and pulled up the hood, “That’s much better,” she described. With Jennifer’s help I stood up and followed her into the hall with very, very small steps. I stopped in amazement what I saw in the mirror. Yes, it was clear my arms were not in the arms of the coat but the scarf did sort of hide the balaclava with would hopefully give me some dignity when I walked out to Jennifer’s car. Jennifer asked where my keys were and she went picked up the overnight bag I had prepared and left in the hall in anticipation of this weekend away.

I slowly followed Jennifer out into the cold night air, very carefully walking down the steps and out towards Jennifer’s car. She put my overnight bag in the back seat and explained that I had now to walk to her house and she would meet me there. I looked at her and tried to protest but being bound and gagged in the way I was meant I was in no position to complain. I couldn’t even get back into my house as Jennifer had the keys. She drove off leaving me helpless outside the front of my own house. There was nothing else I could do but make my way across the road, through the park and into Jennifer’s street. It was normally only a ten-minute walk but tonight I knew it was going to take much longer.

With what could only have been described as ‘baby steps,’ I headed in the general direction of Jennifer’s house. I really hoped I didn’t meet anyone on my journey but I knew that was impossible. I had to insure no one who saw me, could even guess what state of bondage I was in. I couldn’t even look at my watch to see what time it was as my wrists were tightly cuffed behind my back under the thick layers of wool; I guessed it was around eight o’clock. As I stepped into the park, I passed a few people walking their dogs. I started to relax a bit more as I suspected they just saw a girl who was crippled in some way, out for an evening walk, wrapped up to keep warm. I kept my head down, as I wanted no one to see I was wearing the balaclava below the loosely tied cashmere scarf. I passed a group of teenagers who were not interested in me as they smoked cigarettes while discussing the events in school during the past five days. ‘If only they knew I was really a thirty something guy, dressed in woman’s cloths while bound and gagged.’ I thought o myself. Thank goodness I could see the end of the park in sight. I hobbled out of the park and into the open street again. I had to wait at a set of pedestrian lights to cross the road and into Jennifer’s street. An extremely attractive lady asked if I needed any help as she could see I was having difficultly walking. I shook my head and crossed as soon as the green man came on. I slowly made my way into Jennifer’s street. I could see the old police station three blocks down and I headed there as quickly as my short steps allowed. Finally I was there and made my way up the steps to Jennifer’s front door.

I turned my back to the door and knocked as best I could. My cuffed hands were becoming very uncomfortable and it made knocking the door even more difficult through the thick wool coat. I stood there for what seemed like an age until Jennifer finally opened the door. I looked up and smiled at her standing in the light, wearing the black woollen catsuit she wore last weekend. Her form was so beautiful when shaped into a thick layer of very tight, black wool. “Come in,” she said and hugged me again as I entered her house. Jennifer explained that it took me around forty minutes to get over and this give her time to prepare dinner. She apologised for putting me through the walk but thought it would b fun. I didn’t really care any more as it was finally over and I was in the warmth of Jennifer’s home. We headed for the living room where Jennifer unbuttoned the coat and removed the cashmere scarf. I turned so she could unlock my handcuffs but she explained I was to remain cuffed until dinner was ready. I protested as I was bursting to take a leak. Remember I had been wearing these cloths since early afternoon and a leak was impossible because of the chastity pants holding the woollen tights in place. Jennifer laughed, as I got even more agitated. I wanted to tell her that I desperately needed to go to the bathroom but the gag made sure I was to remain silent.

Jennifer then understood what I was complaining about as she held up the keys and unlocked the handcuffs. She explained that I could only unlock the chastity pants with the key she just handed me. I was allowed to take them off but I had to pull up the tights and head back into the living room as soon as I was finished. I slowly made my way to the downstairs WC. Once I realised what a difficult process I had to just take a leak. I pulled the dress up as best I could and bent down to unlocked the chastity pants and pulled down my tights. I was still wearing the cuffs just above my knees so the tights were not coming down that far. I sat on the toilet and relieved myself, what a wonderful feeling it was! I pulled up the tights, pulled the dress back down and hobbled back into the living room where Jennifer was sitting waiting on me with a glass of wine in her hand. I handed her he chastity pants, “Did you like them David,” she asked. All I could do was Mumph in return so Jennifer just smiled and said that she guessed I really enjoyed wearing them. I sat down beside Jennifer and we cuddled for a few minutes. I wanted to kiss her so much but the balaclava prevented any touching of our lips, not to mention the simple fact I was still gagged. A few minutes later the cooker bleeped and Jennifer headed into the kitchen. I tried to peel the duet tape off my mouth but the balaclava was too thick to enable me to get a hold on the tape. Finally Jennifer returned and announced dinner was ready. She rolled up the collar of my dress and unlocked the collar. Within seconds I had the balaclava off, followed by the painful process to remove the duet tape, which allowed me to spit out the silk scarf. I was now free of most of my bonds except for the dress, high-heeled boots and the cuffs that bound my knees together. We headed into the kitchen for dinner. I have to say “Slowly” as the leather cuffs that kept my knees so close together wouldn’t allow much movement. How I walked to Jennifer’s house, I’ll never know. We sat down to a wonderful meal. As usual we chatted about what we like and didn’t like. Again our conversation turned to our love of wool and bondage. Jennifer explained that she wanted to dominate me this weekend and if I wouldn’t mind, she wanted to remain free herself to have her fun with me. I had no problem allowing Jennifer to do whatever she wanted and I was now looking forward to what I hoped would be two days of pleasure at the hands of this beautiful woman.

After dinner Jennifer and I cleared up the dishes and headed back into the living room to drink our coffee and watch a little TV. To my disappointment Jennifer had recorded a soap from earlier on and I must admit I was enjoying being cuddled up to her on the sofa but had no interest in watching “Eastenders” or “Coronation Street.” I knew Jennifer was enjoying the attention and I also knew she wanted to be the boss this weekend so I did my best to tease her while she was trying to watch television.  It didn’t take long before Jennifer decided to pick up the handcuffs and re-cuff my hands behind my back. She also picked up the sodden silk scarf and stuffed it back in my mouth. She had no immediate access to duet tape so she used the blue cashmere scarf to cleave gag me. This now meant she could watch TV in peace, or so she thought. I had other idea’s to do my best to kiss Jennifer from behind the thick scarf that kept my so quiet. Jennifer made a few threats, which I ignored.

Finally here temper broke and she demanded that I go down to the cells. Jennifer dragged me to my feet and hauled me through the kitchen and downstairs to the basement cellblock. The stairs were tricky as I was still cuffed at the knees. She unlocked the outer barred door and dragged me behind her to the first open cell. This was the same cell I spent most of last weekend. She stood by the door and hauled me inside. I was just clear for the open doorway when the heavy steel door slammed behind me, locking, as it slammed closed. I could hear Jennifer close the outer barred door and her footsteps disappeared upstairs. I looked around me and headed over to the bunk to sit down and await Jennifer’s return.

There wasn’t a lot else for me to do but sit on the bunk and wait fro Jennifer to come back. I was locked in the small cell with my hands tightly cuffed behind my back and gagged by a thick wool scarf. I was still wearing the heavy wool dress hiding my woollen clad legs, which were still bound by leather cuffs just above my knees. I still wore the leather boots, which were locked in place and the leather corset that I was now used to.

I guess it was just over an hour until Jennifer returned. She stormed into the cell and started explaining the rules for this weekend. I was to be her slave until Sunday night and therefore had to do exactly was she told me to do or I would be punished.  In a serious voice, Jennifer explained that punishment meant I would spend two hours shackled to the cell wall and gagged very tightly. She assured me that those two hours would be severe in restriction and therefore very uncomfortable. She then told me that it was now ten o’clock and she wanted to go for a bath and get an early night. I knew this didn’t include me so I wasn’t shocked when Jennifer unlocked my hands and told me to get ready for bed.  She handed me a bag with cloths to wear and explained that my toilet bag was in the cellblock bathroom. She left me alone again, except this time the cell door was left open and the outer barred door was locked. Jennifer had left me with the keys to unlock my thigh cuffs and boots so as soon as she had headed back up stairs, I started remove the cleave gag and then the heavy wool dress.  As soon as I was free of this layer; I unlocked the boots and removed them. Next came the cuffs that bound my thighs together. It was a welcome relief when these were removed. Next I removed the corset, which was even a bigger relief and finally I eased the woollen tights off each of my legs. I went directly to the bathroom and washed, ready for an early night. I was eager to get back into my cell and see what Jennifer had left me to wear for the rest of the night. I opened the bag and removed a large bundle of wool. As soon as I removed the wool garment I spread it on the bunk to see what I was to wear. I couldn’t believe my eyes because Jennifer was expecting me to wear an oversized, blue and white, thick fleece sleep-suit. This sleep-suit was different, as you would expect. It had the normal built in feet and mitts but what wasn’t normal was the built in hood. The hood was like a fleece balaclava; while it would cover the lower part of my face, it wouldn’t cover my eyes. My next job was to open the rear zip and climb into this fleece suit that was no-doubt going to by boil me over night.  The zip came from the back of the hood down to the base of the back. It wasn’t difficult to climb into and pull up. The mitts were soft and offered me thumbs so I could pull the zip back up and seal myself in for the night. I put the cloths I had word today in to the back that the sleep-suit was in and I headed to the bathroom where I knew there was a mirror.

Stood there in front of me was a big baby, covered head to tow in thick fleece. Two blue eyes and a big nose peered through the thick built in balaclava. I was heading back to my cell when Jennifer returned. She was obviously pleased to see me dressed as I was. We kissed as best we could through a thick layer of woolly fleece. We then headed into the cell together. Jennifer was delighted to see that I had tidied up the other cloths and explained that she had prepared another cell for me to sleep in tonight. I then followed her out of this cell and across the block to another cell door, which was pushed over and as it wasn’t closed, it wasn’t locked. She pulled the door open and I followed her inside. I knew I would be in for restraint all night so again I wasn’t surprised to find that Jennifer had prepared a bunk for me but this one had several open, leather cuffs attached. She asked me to lie on the bunk and as soon as I was horizontal, Jennifer started to buckle on the leather cuffs. Most obvious were the wrists cuffs that pinned my fleece mitts to the side of the bunk. A second set of leather cuffs secured my ankles. These cuffs had no locks so my mind immediately strayed to escape ideas while Jennifer pulled an even thicker layer of fleece over me. Once this blanket was tucked in, Jennifer used three large leather belts to secure my entire body to the bunk. The first belt went across my chest, the next across my abdomen and the last across my legs at my knees. Again, these belts had no locks so I hoped escape was an option later tonight. Jennifer then simply kissed me goodnight and left, locking the cell door closed behind her, followed by the outer door. The cell lights went out so I guessed that was I for the night.

I strained to see around me as my eyes became accustomed to the dark. There was a little light coming through the barred window and after about five minutes, I started to see my surrounds a lot clearer. My fleece-covered body was hidden below the thick fleece blanket. I tried to ease my body up to gain release from my bonds but my arms were securely bound to my bunk. The leather straps across my body didn’t give at all so I started to resign myself to the fact that escape from this bunk was going to be impossible. Their was no way out of the locked cell so why was I even bothering. Escape would most defiantly piss Jennifer off and the prescribed punishment sounded interesting but probably worth avoiding. I guess I must of tried to gain escape from my bunk for over an hour before the heat of the multiple layers of fleece got the better of me and sleep started to take hold of my senses. In the end, I give up and drifted off into a deep and very comfortable snooze.

The first light of daybreak brought me to a semi state of conciseness. I had no access to see me my watch and there was no clock in the cell so I could only guess that it was around 8am. Time to try escape once more before Jennifer returned. This time I tried to slip my wrists from the tight leather cuffs. They were simply too tight so I tried to feel my way down the bunk to see where they were attached to. If I could reach far enough, I could probably release the cuff and easily get to my other hand. Again I must have tried in vain for 30 or 40 minutes until I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Within seconds my cell door was opened and the gorgeous Jennifer was standing in the open doorway. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed yet as she was wearing a towel robe and house slippers. “I can see you haven’t been able to release yourself David,” Jennifer asked with a grin from ear to ear? I had explained that I had tried but to no avail. Jennifer then came over to me and released the straps that were pinning me to the bunk. Next she removed the heavy fleece blanket and removed her towel robe revealing her completely naked body. She climbed on top of my fleece-covered body and started rubbing herself on the soft sleep-suit. I always get horny in the morning anyway so my best friend was standing to attention within seconds and craving for release. She brought her warm and by now, very wet pussy up to my face and I did my best to mouth her through the thick fleece balaclava. Jennifer was obviously very turned on as she moaned and groaned through my attempts to offer her release. Finally she lent over my head and pulled the zip down, just enough to pull the built in balaclava off my head, enabling my tongue to enter her pussy and allow her to explode into orgasm. Jennifer was grateful for release as we kissed patiently without any material between our lips. I badly wanted to cum myself but Jennifer was obvious enjoying the fact I was frustrated as hell. She started to release the straps that bound my hands and feet to the bunk. For the first time in over eight hours, I was able to stretch out and with Jennifer’s permission I took off the fleece Sleep-suit. I thanked her for putting me in the soft fleece suit for the night as I had enjoyed wearing it a lot. We kissed again and Jennifer picked up her towel robe and took a plastic cable tie from the pocket. She instructed me to turn around as she zipped to tie over my crossed wrists, binding them securely behind my back. We then headed for the shower where Jennifer washed my naked body all over. I could only stand there and accept whatever she did to me. We kissed a lot during the ten or fifteen minutes that we showered together and finally Jennifer turned off the warm stream of water and left me dripping while she dried off. Next she instructed me to follow her and stand still while she dried me off. My hands were still tightly crossed behind my back, held firm by the plastic cable tie.

Jennifer helped me over the toilet where I sat down to take a piss. I then followed her back into the first cell (Not the one I spent last night in) where she explained that she wanted to dress me. First she picked up and pair of thick woollen tights and I lifted each leg in turn as she pulled then up and over my backside. Next she picked up the leather chastity belt that I had worn yesterday. Within a few minutes I understood that I wasn’t going to be even able to offer myself release until Jennifer allowed it.  Next came the leather corset once again. This time Jennifer pulled and strained to pull it even tighter than I had it yesterday. The harder she pulled, the more difficult I found it to breath. The breast forms were fitted and next Jennifer produced a black, woollen maids dress. To pull this over my head, Jennifer had to release my hands so she took a pair of scissors and cut the tie from around my wrists. With my help she pulled to heavy garment over my head. It came about have way down my thighs allowing ample woollen clad leg showing. My restraint for the day began with a thick leather belt that went around my waist. It buckled from the back and was padlocked closed. There were a pair handcuffs hanging from a ring on front of the locked belt. They had a slightly longer chain, which I guessed would enable me to carry out chores for Jennifer.

As soon as Jennifer had locked the belt on securely, she locked each wrist into one of the attached handcuffs. Jennifer then put a pair of strapped, high heel shoes on each of my feet. The straps buckled closed and a small padlock secured each shoe on my wool covered feet. So that I couldn’t walk very fast, Jennifer put me into leg-irons, which had less than the normal chain, given to prisoners. This allowed me to take small steps but at least I would be able to move around. I thought that was my dressing finished for the day but Jennifer then produced a leather cat-woman hood for me to wear. I bent down and allowed Jennifer to pull the inner lined material over my head and zipped it closed. Yes, this also had a small padlock that meant I wasn’t removing the mask without Jennifer’s help. Finally that was me dressed for the day and I was instructed to go upstairs and prepare a cooked breakfast.

Jennifer disappeared upstairs a head of me to dry her hair, leaving me to follow very slowly. Once in the kitchen I found it fairly easy to prepare breakfast. The chain between my handcuffs moved freely between the single ring on the belt so I had plenty of reach. The leather cat mask covered my head leaving the lower part of my face free from bondage. The two eyeholes allowed adequate vision so I was happy with my dress for the day.  I served breakfast as Jennifer requested and she allowed me to sit with her and we chatted through the meal. When we both finished Jennifer instructed me to tidy everything away and she left to get dressed. She returned about twenty minutes later dressed in a beautiful blue, Cashmere sweaterdress with a low cut neckline. She wore black Lycra tights and low pumps today. Jennifer explained that she was going out for an hour or two to meet a friend for coffee and I was left a list of chores around her house. I was a bit pissed off and disappointed that she was leaving me but hey, it was her plan for the weekend and who was I to complain? I was sent to fetch her black wool coat while she wrapped a long black, wool scarf around her neck. I tried to help her put the heavy wool coat on but my cuffs were simply not allowing me enough reach to carry out this simple task. Jennifer then kissed me goodbye and she left me to do her housework.

The list of chores amounted to some dusting and hoovering.  It did take me a while as moving around the house was a slow process. I was pleased with how I was dressed every-time I saw myself in the mirror. The wool maid’s dress and cat mask looked really good and the corset gives me a good figure for a guy. By the time Jennifer returned, I was sitting in the living room watching some TV. Jennifer blew up at me for sitting around when I was supposed to be cleaning her house. I tried to explain that I had finished but she was obviously enjoying being in charge this weekend and I was ordered back down to the cells. Jennifer didn’t follow me down but by the time I got down the stairs she was right behind me holding a number of items in her hands that I could immediately tell were going to make my afternoon rather uncomfortable.

First I was ordered to stand still while Jennifer released my hands from the cuffs and very quickly handcuffed my hands behind my back with a standard pair of police cuffs. Next I was ordered to kneel down on the cold hard floor where Jennifer attached a padlock to my handcuffs and the leg-irons. Another padlock reduced the leg-irons to two links so I was now completely hogtied by the chain between my cuffs. My cat mask was then unlocked and unzipped. My head wasn’t free for very long as Jennifer pulled a very strict padded leather hood over my head. Some manoeuvring told me that this hood had a built in gag and within a few seconds my entire head was covered in a thick layer of padded leather. My world was in total darkness and my mouth immobilized by a thick padded mouthpiece that was going to keep me very quiet. A hard tug on the cuffs that were still atached to my belt brought me crashing on to my side and the cuffs were clicked closed which only meant one thing; I was now secured to a bolt on the cell wall. Jennifer explained that this was my punishment so for the next two hours I was remain in this predicament. She then left, locking the cell door closed behind her.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed being restrained a lot but this was the most severe bondage I had ever experienced. I tried to get as comfortable as I could but comfort was never going to be an option this afternoon. My hands were starting to ach from the tight connection to my ankles. I tried my to pull my knees up as best I could to release the strain on my wrists and ankles but this was an impossible task. My whole face throbbed from the tight restriction of the leather hood, holding the padded gag tightly in my mouth. Breathing was possible but restricted from all the padding around my entire head. No light came through at all so these two hours would seem like a lifetime.

The pain continued to get worse and I cried out into my gag but no one came. The harder I yelled out the worse the throbbing got around my face and mouth! I tried to grab hold of my ankles to keep the strain of my cuffed hands and feet. The worse the pain got, the more I started to wonder when Jennifer would return to release me. I was so angry that she was putting me through this ordeal but I knew that within ten minutes of release I would forget the pain and remember the good side only of this tight situation.   Finally I heard the distant noise of keys being turned in a lock and the door to my cell opening. I continued to cry into my gag so Jennifer first unzipped my hood and released my head from the tight pressure. She could see I was in immense discomfort and quickly released the cuffs holding me to the wall followed by the links between my hands and feet. I was so relieved to free of the painful hogtie and Jennifer knew that I was not pleased with her. I didn’t want to give her any reason to punish me at this stage as my hands were still cuffed behind my back and my ankles still held by two links because of the padlock in the chain. I badly needed to take a piss so I begged Jennifer to release me from the chains and chastity belt. She asked me if I was going to give her any trouble but I was had no intention of taking advantage of her until my I had been to the toilet and removed that imposition from my mind. Within a matter of only a few minutes my ankles were once again semi free between about 15 inches of chain and my hands were completely free of all cuffs. Jennifer handed me the keys to my chastity belt and as soon as I was free of that thing,

I hinted that I wanted Jennifer to leave the cell so I could take a leak. She agreed to leave me for fifteen minutes but demanded that on her return she wanted me to have re-cuffed my own hands back into the cuffs attached to my belt. I agreed and Jennifer left the cell closing and therefore locking the door behind her. The relative freedom was a welcome break after spending two hours in such tight, restrictive bondage. I can tell you, the leak was good after many hours of chastity. When finished I didn’t really want to lock my hands back into the cuffs. Instead I wanted to plot an escape, which ultimately meant taking control of Jennifer. I couldn’t let her see my hands were not in the cuffs so I sat on the bunk, facing the locked door and put my hands behind my back, pretending to be cuffed. I hold a pair of unlocked handcuffs so as I had the surprise over Jennifer when she returned. As soon as Jennifer returned to my cell she commented that she asked my to put my hands back into the cuffs atached to my belt. I explained that I really liked the feeling of helplessness when my hands were cuffed behind my back. Jennifer then approached with a grin from cheek to cheek.  This was my chance but I had to insure she was close enough to overpower quickly as I had to have her hands cuffed to make my escape. As soon as Jennifer was in range I jumped to my feet and grabbed her right hand. She pulled away sharply and I missed with the cuff, instead striking it hard against her forearm. Jennifer yelled out and pulled away from me, heading towards the open cell door. I grabbed her again, putting both my arms around her waist. Again I tried to slap a cuff on her right wrist but this time she brought her elbow directly into my groin, knocking the wind out of me. I fell to the floor in complete shock so Jennifer took advantage by grabbing the handcuffs from me. I tried to get back on my feet as quickly as possible but my high heels meant I wasn’t that steady so Jennifer didn’t have to push very hard at all for me to collapse on the floor once again. She then jumped on top of me, twisting me on to my stomach and pulling my right wrist behind my back.  ‘Click, click, click’ that was my right wrist locked. Holding my right arm high up my back with the open handcuff meant I had no option but to admit defeat and offer my left wrist to Jennifer. The clicking sound meant I was now completely back under her control. Jennifer was like a raging cat yelling at me, how dare I try and get one over on her. This was her weekend to be in control and I was her slave! Very quickly she had my head back in the thick leather hood and the zip was pulled tight, leaving me back in complete darkness with my mouth aching from the padded gag being forced so hard into my mouth. “You’ve bought four hours now,” Jennifer yelled at me and then I heard the cell door slam shut. Thank goodness she didn’t hogtie me this time but even in my current position, the next four hours would pass very slowly.

I could pace up and down the cell, bumping into the walls, bunk and tripping on a few of the items that Jennifer had dropped in her hast to leave me for the next four hours, all alone and with a very painful jaw from the gag held firm between my lips by the very thick and very tight leather hood that encased my entire head. How was I going to survive the next four long hours? In the end, I positioned myself on to the bunk lay down on my side. I would try to rest and maybe even get some sleep but this wasn’t going to be easy. Have you ever tried to relax, lying on your side with your wrist tightly cuffed behind your back; it isn’t easy is it? Even less comfortable was the tight leather hood that made my breathing laboured and unnatural. I so wanted to be free and in Jennifer’s arms, instead of being locked in this prison cell, bound, hooded and gagged.

Like before I cried into my gag, hoping against all hope that Jennifer would return and take pity on me. I knew she wouldn’t until my four hours punishment was over.

I jumped to the sound of the cell door being unlocked and the dulcet tones of my blonde capture, asking me if I was all right? All I could do was moan into my gag so Jennifer just laughed and told me that she knew I was still alive. “Are you going to give me any more trouble Mr,” enquired Jennifer? I shook my head and she helped me into the sitting position. Jennifer explained that before she would remove my hood, she was going to release my hands from the cuffs behind my back and re-secure them to the cuffs still attached to my leather belt in front of me. I nodded in agreement and within a few minutes my wrists were free from the tight cuffing behind my back and locked into the relative freedom of the cuffs on a longer chain in front of me. Finally I felt Jennifer unzip my hood from behind my head and the rush of cool air was a welcome relieve to four hours under the heavy leather, head covering. “That’s much better,” Jennifer remarked and asked if I wanted to eat with her this evening. I was starving and wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to eat with this beautiful blonde woman.

I followed Jennifer out of the cell and upstairs, into the kitchen where the table was already set our meal prepared.  Jennifer explained that she wanted to release my hands from he cuffs but didn’t trust me after this afternoon’s experience. I was therefore to remain in the current loose bondage for the entire meal. I explained to Jennifer that I badly needed a shower. My hair felt awful after spending so long encased within the leather hood. My torso was dripping in sweat from spending all day in the tight leather corset and the wool maids dress and thick tights had left me feeling very hot and uncomfortable. Jennifer told me that after dinner I could get undressed and have a shower in the confines of the cell block as long as I didn’t do anything more to anger her today. True to her word, Jennifer led me back downstairs after dinner. She gave me a ring of keys to all my bonds and told me that I was to push them through the bars of the cell block door as soon as I was undressed. She would find me something else to wear for the rest of the evening. Before Jennifer left, I thanked her for a wonderful meal and apologised for trying to overpower her earlier today.

It took me around ten minutes to unlock all the cuffs and padlocks that kept me in bondage all day. The cloths were easy to remove but the tight leather corset was an obvious problem. I left of the cloths in a neat pile by the barred door and pushed the ring of keys through and out of my reach as promised. The shower was wonderful and I must have spent around fifteen minutes under the piping hot water. I was singing away to myself when I head Jennifer standing outside the shower-room. She explained that my fleece sleep suit on the cell bunk and she would be back in twenty minutes where she wanted to find me waiting for her, wearing the sleep suit. I loved that so I was excited about being able to wear it all evening while sitting, watching TV with the wonderful Jennifer. As soon as I was dried, I headed for the cell again to put on the cosy garment. I pulled my legs into the fleece feet and eased the soft, fluffy material over my body and slipped my hands into the mittens and head into the built in balaclava. Finally I pulled up the zipper from behind which sealed my into the most wonderful bodysuit I had ever worn.

I knew my current freedom was too good to be true when Jennifer called me to the barred door and demanded that I turn around to enable her to handcuff my fleecy, mitten covered wrist behind my back. Once secured I was allowed to leave the cellblock and return upstairs. We headed for the living room where we sat for the evening talking and watching TV. I so wanted to hold Jennifer but she explained that because of my actions today, I would remain handcuffed while in her company all evening. I would only be released when I was returned to the confine of my locked prison cell. Several times during this evening, Jennifer pulled the fleece from my face and kissed me. Our tongues were entwined for five or ten minutes each time. I knew she was horny but I could do nothing to give my beautiful blonde friend any release from her frustration.

As soon as the ten o’clock news had finished I was told that I had to return to me cell for the night. Jennifer explained that I wasn’t to be secured to my bunk tonight but I would endure slightly looser bondage. I was told to head back to my cell. Jennifer followed and unlocked my wrists only when the barred door was closed and obviously locked. Jennifer picked up the leather belt I had worn all day from the pile of cloths that still lay by the barred door. I was told to put this back on and secure my wrists as soon as I was finished at the toilet. I had to completely remove the fleece sleep suit to take a piss and as soon as it was all back in place, I put the leather belt around my waist, locked it from behind and finally placed each wrist into a handcuff. Jennifer returned within five or ten minutes holding a woollen hood and leather collar in her hand. Before I was put to bed, Jennifer pulled the fleece away from my face once more and we kissed again. As soon as she had enough, my balaclava was fixed and the woollen hood pulled over my head. The leather collar was secured around my neck and I heard the click of a padlock from behind. My hands were relatively free but there was no-way now, I could remove my head cover. “Goodnight David,” said Jennifer and that was the last I heard from her as the cell door closed, locking automatically and the outer barred door was closed and locked. I was now locked-up for the rest of the night.

I lay on my bunk, in complete darkness. I was as horny as hell myself and I could rub my manhood through the thick fleece as my hands were fairly free with the long chain attached to the ring on my locked, leather belt. I couldn’t make myself cum, as I had no-way to take a piss after. I therefore had to lie there and slowly drift off to sleep.

I’ve no idea how long I slept, but it seemed like only minutes until I awoke to the shock of Jennifer shaking me. She demanded that I get up and follow her upstairs. I reminded her, if she hadn’t noticed but I couldn’t see a thing through the thick wool of my hood. She just laughed and dragged me to my feet. I knew she was taking me upstairs into the kitchen, through the living room and then up to the second floor. I guessed she was taking me to her bedroom but I really had no idea where I was as I just tried keep up with her in complete darkness.

I was pushed on to a bed and I could feel Jennifer unlocking my collar. Finally she pulled the woollen hood clear from my head and I could now see exactly where I was. As I suspected, I was lying on Jennifer’s bed. Next she unlocked the handcuffs and removed the belt. I was now free to remove my fleece sleep suit. Jennifer pulled off her nightdress, over her head and the full beauty of her naked body was presented in front of me. For the first time ever I was permitted to make love with Jennifer without any bondage being placed on me.  I was also able to spend the rest of the night with Jennifer, in her bed. Our naked bodies stayed entwined until we both fell asleep.

I woke first on Sunday morning and prepared breakfast in bed for us both. Jennifer was grateful for the awakening and even more excited at the thought of me bringing her breakfast. We sat and talked for a while and made decisions on what we were going to do today. Jennifer said that she had mentioned to Karen that we might go round to her place late morning for a few hours. I explained to Jennifer that I would have to go home to retrieve some of my own cloths but Jennifer laughed and explained that Karen would expect me to be cross-dressed in wool. She reminded me of the mask I wore last weekend and how the plastic female face would provide an adequate disguise. Jennifer showered first and while had had my shower, Jennifer obtained the cloths she wanted me to wear today. It wasn’t a massive surprise when I saw the leather corset once again. Jennifer told me that it brought out my female figure much better that the Lycra body suit I wore last weekend. With Jennifer’s help I was once again laced very, very tightly into the leather corset. Before putting any other cloths on, Jennifer handed me the Lycra hood, which provided protection from the Latex mask I would wear all day. As soon as the Lycra hood was in place, Jennifer pulled the latex mask over my head and zipped it up tightly. Before putting the blonde wig on, I was handed the same woollen cloths I first wore last Saturday afternoon. The thick black, ribbed wool tights and heavy red wool sweaterdress. While I dressed myself, Jennifer dressed herself in black Lycra tights, black leather mini skirt and a very impressive blue mohair sweater. What was really exciting about her mohair sweater was the massive roll down neck. As soon as she was dressed she placed the blonde wig on my head and asked me to take the dishes down to the kitchen while she dried her hair. Before leaving, I was handed low leather pumps, which I was so glad to wear, rather than the high heals I had worn over the past few days. As I was finishing putting the dishes in the dish washer when Jennifer appeared looking absolutely fantastic in her leather mini skirt and thick mohair sweater. She explained that Karen was expecting around eleven, which was in twenty minutes. Karen lived about fifteen minutes away, in the next village so we would have to take Jennifer’s car. We walked into the hall and Jennifer retrieved the heavy wool coat that I wore on Friday night. Along with that I was handed a pair of black wool gloves and a very long black woollen scarf. I wrapped myself up and put on the heavy coat. As I was doing this, Jennifer was wrapping up warm too in her woollen coat and gloves. She didn’t put on a scarf today, I guessed because of the massive roll down collar on her mohair sweater. Next we headed out of the back door and into her car.

I was a little surprised that I hadn’t been restrained in any way. And today I didn’t really think too much about being cross-dressed in layers of wonderful, soft wool.

Karen lived in an old farmhouse near the next village, five miles away. We drove up the long driveway to the renovated farmhouse, which was impressive. The old stone had been painstakingly cleaned up and the house was obviously worth a lot of money. Sitting the farmyard were two Mercedes cars, a top of range M-Class 4x4 and an SLK sports car. Karen and her husband were obviously well to do. Panic then started to sink in, Karen’s husband! I wasn’t that embarrassed to be seen by Karen as we met last weekend when she locked Jennifer into the cell with me for most of last Sunday. I questioned Jennifer about Karen’s husband and she explained that it would be all right.

Karen greeted both of us at the back door. She was impressive herself today wearing a skin-tight PCV catsuit with the front opened by a zip, which was very revealing. We kissed on the cheek and both Jennifer and I were ushered into the sitting room, at the back of the kitchen where Jennifer asked where Simon (Karen’s husband) was? Karen explained that he was resting upstairs at the moment and probably wouldn’t be able to see us today. Jennifer asked if she could go and say ‘Hi’ to him? Karen agreed and I was asked to follow them both upstairs. We entered Karen and Simon’s impressive bedroom. Lying on the bed was Simon (I guess) because an I could see was a woollen body bag stretched over a human body. Jennifer sat on the bed and talked to Simon but all she got in return was a mumble from some guy behind a gag. Karen explained that Simon would probably spend the rest of the day in the body bag and that they often played these games. She then asked if I wanted to see the rest of the house. I agreed and followed her around what was a typically English, modern, renovated farmhouse. We then headed out to what I guessed were stables but once inside Karen showed me around what she described as her playhouse. Most of the old stables had been converted into cells in a medieval dungeon style. Most had extreme looking shackles hanging from the stonewalls. They were all very similar to the medieval cuffs that hung from the cell in Jennifer’s house. As we walked down the short corridor, I spotted a couple of leather straightjackets handing up, outside a closed door. Karen explained that that was her favourite room. She unlocked the door and we entered what was a padded cell, which was wonderful. Karen told me that she wanted to show me the rest so I followed her back into the corridor and we entered the last cell. This cell was split in two by and barred wall, which had a built in sliding door. In the second part of this cell was a small cage on the ground. This interested me a lot so I had a good look around. At one end was an open door, which swung easily on its hinges. “This looks rather severe Karen,” I enquired? “It is a little restrictive David but lots of fun, I can assure you. Would you like to try it out,” Karen responded? I looked at Karen and smiled but she knew I was itching to climb in and see what the cage was like from the inside. “Take off your coat David and hand it to me,” asked Karen? I did what she asked and I bent down to make my way into the tiny cage. No sooner had I got in, when Karen pushed the barred door closed. It locked automatically so I was now locked in a tiny four foot by eight foot steel cage. I turned to look at Karen who was now laughing at my imposition. “I think I’ll leave you in there for a while David. Jennifer and I can enjoy a cup of coffee in piece!” Karen then left this part of the cell and slid the barred door closed. It also locked automatically. Finally she left the main cell, closing and locking the door, leaving me to ponder my situation now.

The floor was tiled and therefore very cold. I was still covered in wool so it wasn’t too bad. I sat with my back to the bars of the cage. My hands were kept warm from my woollen gloves and the long black wool scarf kept my neck snug. There wasn’t a lot else I could do but sit and await the return of Karen and / or Jennifer.

I guessed that I had been in the cage for about an hour when Jennifer returned. “Are you comfortable my dear in there,” Jennifer enquired? “Not really,” I replied as Jennifer unlocked the inner barred door and stood over me, locked in the tiny cage. “I hear that it didn’t take much persuasion from Karen to lock you in the cage David, did it?” I just smiled and looked up at Jennifer’s beautiful big blue eyes. “Come on out, I’ve something to show you David,” explained Jennifer as she unlocked the cage and let me stand up again. I then followed her out of the cell and across to the padded cell. I looked through the tiny hole in the heavy steel door and saw Karen inside wearing one of her leather straightjackets. I asked Jennifer to unlock the door so I could take a closure look. Karen turned around and looked at me. Her face was partly covered by a leather strap, which obviously held a gag firmly in her mouth. “Karen told me this was her favourite room,” I explained to Jennifer. “I know David because I’ve locked her in here on many a Sunday.” I must admit that Karen looked really cute with her Red PVC catsuit now eclipsed by a black leather straightjacket holding her in a tight hug. The crotch strap held the jacket on her body really tightly and another strap prevented her from lifting her over her head and out to freedom. Karen puppy eyes peered from behind the thick leather gag, begging for mercy from me. In fact I knew Karen was enjoying her restraint. “What now Jennifer,” I asked? “I think we’ll just leave her in here for a few hours,” explained Jennifer. We then left the padded cell, locking the door behind us.

I took a closer look at the single leather straightjacket left hanging. It looked fantastic with all its straps and long arms. “Would you like to try it on David,” asked Jennifer? “I would prefer if you would try it on Jennifer,” I replied. It was clear Jennifer would not be wearing the jacket so she held it open in front of me, directing me to slide my arms into the long leather sleeves. I couldn’t resist the opportunity so I slipped my woollen-gloved hands into the sleeves and turned around so that Jennifer could buckle the straps from behind. Once that was achieved, I gave myself an enormous hug so that Jennifer could buckle my arms tight. That completed Jennifer pulled up my woollen dress so that she could buckle the crotch strap. The last strap was the hold my forearms at the front, preventing me from pulling my arms over me head. “How does that feel David,” asked Jennifer? I’ve got say that the jacket felt fantastic except I knew that any length of time in it would be hot and sweaty, especially as I was still clad in thick wool, not forgetting the long scarf still wrapped around my neck.

Both Jennifer and I then took a much closer look at Karen and Simon’s range of toys in their play-barn as I had started to call the outhouse.  Jennifer unlocked one of the stable doors and we headed inside. Along one wall was three, American style prison cells, which were simply barred cages, just like you would see in most American westerns. Along the adjacent wall was a large cupboard, which we opened to reveal and massive range of very interesting toys. There was an enormous array of handcuffs, leg-irons, hoods, masks and many leather belts and paddles. The handcuffs and leg-irons were of both modern and old style. The leather straps offered a massive range of bondage possibilities but as usual I turned to the range of masks and hoods. Remember I couldn’t lift any off for a closer look due to the fact I was still wearing the leather straightjacket. Jennifer knew the hoods interested me so she asked if I wanted to try any on. I was still wearing a Lycra hood, which protected my head from the Latex female facemask with attached blonde wig. Jennifer explained that it wouldn’t present a problem as she removed the long blonde wig and untied the black wool scarf from around my neck. I asked Jennifer which was her favourite hood and she lifted out a latex hood with all sorts of tubes hanging from it. Jennifer explained that this hood was very severe as the dominant person could even control the air that their slave had to breath. Jennifer held the Latex hood over my head and inserted a built-in gag into my mouth, which contained the tube to enable me to breath. The hood was then sealed tightly using a zip on the back and then Jennifer began to pump it up, making it even tighter. I began to panic, as I couldn’t breath at all. I tried to yell out but the gag prevented me from saying much at all. Jennifer knew I was in distress and opened the valve in my breathing tube. I could now breath a little, just enough not to cause me any discomfort. Jennifer then explained that she was going to lock me into one of the barred cells while she checked on both Karen and Simon. I heard a door open and I was directed in and on to one of the bunks. Jennifer then told me not to go anywhere and she left, locking the cell door. I’m not sure how long Jennifer had left me but my breathing started to get more laboured as I got tired breathing so heavily through the small tube in my mask. Again I tried to yell out for help but no one came. I started to get really scared as my breathing started to labour under the pressure of the tight Latex hood. I stood up and bumped into the bars of my cell, screaming into my gag for release until I collapsed on the floor hoping against all hope that Jennifer would return. I wriggled on the floor, trying to gain release from the straightjacket but I knew my struggles meant I needed more air. God, I was so horny as I panic for release. It only took another minute for my first orgasm to blast through my entire body. It must have looked like I was fitting as my entire body jolted with the magnitude of the orgasm piercing through every mussel. Suddenly the cell door opened and I could feel Jennifer releasing the valve to allow more air into my tube. “Did you enjoy that David,” she asked? All I got do was give a mumbled reply into my gag and again Jennifer played with the valve closing off all air to my breathing tube. Once again I struggled to breath but this time nothing, no air at all. I fought hard against my bonds but no release and more importantly no air. Within another few seconds another orgasm exploded and Jennifer opened the valve allowing me to breath again. This time she let the pressure down and unzipped the hood. I looked up and her and while I wanted to let rip, I decided that I would get my chance for revenge soon so I simply thanked her for letting me cum. I asked to be released from the straitjacket so that I could clean myself off. Within a minute or so Jennifer had unbuckled the jacket and I was free to head to the nearest toilet, pull down my tights and clean the mess from my pants.

As soon as I was finished, I relieved myself and headed back into the corridor to find Jennifer holding the straightjacket and waiting to put me into it once more. Without questioning her, I held out my arms and within a matter of two minutes, I was tightly restrained once again into the leather straightjacket. Next Jennifer re fitted the blonde wig to the Velcro on my latex hood. Finally she wound the long black woollen scarf around my neck and tied it off.  I then followed Jennifer into the corridor and back to the door of the padded cell that held Karen. Jennifer unlocked the cell door and I followed her in. Karen was sitting in the corner and as we entered, she quickly tried to get up to greet us. “No need to get up Karen,” explained Jennifer as she went over to her and unbuckled the leather gag that kept the captive Karen so quiet. “I’m sure you two have loads to talk about,” and with that Jennifer left us, locking the outer door, leaving us contained within the padded cell, both wearing very tight, leather straitjackets.

“Jennifer’s got a strange sense of Humour David,” explained Karen. She went on to tell me that Jennifer often locked her into the padded cell for entire afternoons while she went off shopping. I was more interested to understand Simon’s involvement in Karen’s bondage games. Karen went on to explain that if Simon was at home, he spent most Saturdays locked in one of the American style cells; normally in some sort of restraint from heavy cuffs to medieval shackles.

“How do you feel about Jennifer’s fascination for you being cross dressed in layers of wool David,” questioned Karen? I explained that I was slightly concerned at the start but my self-consciousness’ soon disappeared and I was now enjoying the soft material that Jennifer so much liked me to wear. I went on to tell Karen about my love of bondage anyway and that Jennifer had just added a new dimension to my fantasies, which I now lived out with my new girl friend. I asked Karen if she preferred Simon to wear female clothing as part of their scenes? Karen told me that she loved Simon wearing woman’s attire, especially leather, latex and Lycra. Jennifer had been jealous of her for many years, as none of her previous boyfriends would ever consider Jennifer’s love of bondage, not to mention crossdressing for her every weekend. I then tried to understand a little more about Jennifer and her previous boyfriends but Karen didn’t really want to tell me much and preferred it if Jennifer was the one to bring me up to speed on her previous affairs.

The afternoon went so quickly as Karen and I sat on the floor of the padded cell, getting to know each other better and understanding a little more about the bondage scene that had taken over both her live and the lives of Simon and Jennifer. Karen told me that another friend of theirs had bought an old Victorian prison a few years ago and they had many parties. In fact there was a party next weekend, which she hoped Jennifer would bring me a long to. We were then interrupted by the sound of the cell door being unlocked and Jennifer entering the padded room. “Jennifer, are you taking David to Caroline and George’s party next weekend,” asked Karen? Jennifer explained that she wanted to but hadn’t approached the subject with me. Jennifer said she would update me on the way home this evening and if I happy with the arrangements, then we would both be going.

Jennifer first released Karen from the straightjacket and then asked Karen to help get me out of mine and ready for the drive home. While Karen unbuckled me from the leather jacket, Jennifer fetched my coat and asked Karen if she could borrow the heavy manacle set for the evening, which Karen agreed to without batting an eyelid. Jennifer then produced an evil looking set of shackles, which were bolted around each wrist and ankle, linked by chain to a collar that locked around my neck after Jennifer removed the scarf. As soon as the collar was locked, the scarf was then wound around again partially hiding the medieval device. The chain set was very heavy and the walk back to Jennifer’s car wasn’t without its difficulty. Karen kissed me on the cheek and explained that she better release Simon from his sack and hoped that we would both by at Caroline and George’s party next weekend. We said our goodbyes and head back to Jennifer’s place with me locked in the most uncomfortable set of irons that I had ever comes across.

On the journey back I tried to understand a little more about the party next weekend but Jennifer simply told me that we would discuss it latter. For some reason, Jennifer seemed troubled about this party and was therefore very quiet for the entire drive back to her place. We pulled up into Jennifer’s back yard and she helped me out of the car and through the back entrance, which lead directly to the cellblock. Without removing my shackles or my coat, I was locked into my cell with no idea when Jennifer would return to release me.

It was probably an hour or so before my cell door was unlocked and Jennifer entered wearing the most fantastic black Lycra catsuit, which had matching leather knee high boots (High Heeled) and a leather cat mask. “You look superb sweetheart,” I explained and I could just about see the smile in return under the tight leather cat mask. Around her waist was a thick leather belt, holding several pairs of handcuffs, a tazer and a leather whip. “Right David, let’s get you out of those heavy shackles and into something a little more comfortable,” said Jennifer. Each padlock was then unlocked from my wrist and ankle cuffs. Finally the long woollen scarf was unwound from around my neck and the collar unlocked to leave me completely free of the medieval bondage. I removed my wool coat and gloves but Jennifer asked my to turn around so that she could cuff my hands behind my back. I was then asked to sit on my bunk and she would explain the format of Caroline and George’s parties.

“To be completely honest with you David, I’m not sure if you are ready for one of Caroline and Georges bondage parties at the old jailhouse.” Explained Jennifer. I was then told that all guys would be taken to the old prison by two of Caroline’s girl friends, in handcuffs and leg-irons, wearing roughly what I was wearing now. We would then be treated to some humiliation at the prison before wearing a hideous uniform and spending both Saturday and Sunday as sex slaves to our woman. The entire weekend would mean a lot of humiliation for me in front of strangers and I would probably be chained for most of the two days.  I asked if Jennifer wanted me to go and she simply nodded her head.

I asked if there was anyway out once the weekend began if it was too much for me but Jennifer stood over me shaking her head. Once I had been taken away during Saturday morning, I was at their mercy until 4pm, Sunday afternoon. I had to do exactly what was asked of me and refusing meant certain punishment and therefore even more humiliation. It obviously meant a lot to Jennifer if I went with her so I agreed. Jennifer through her arms around me and we kissed patiently. I soon fell on my back with my hands tightly cuffed meant I was going nowhere when Jennifer climbed on top. We kissed for a while as sex was impossible due to the simply fact I was still wearing thick wool clothing.

It wasn’t long until Jennifer decided to release my hands from the cuffs and pulled my cloths off. Her black catsuit had a crotch zip, which meant easy access to her already wet pussy. We made love for over an hour that evening in the confines of my cell. Once we were done, Jennifer suggested that we go back to my place to enable me to get dressed into something more appropriate and we could then go out for dinner. I was so pleased because this meant we were doing something normal, not that I wasn’t enjoying the crossdressing in wool and bondage. Jennifer left me to change into something more appropriate herself, while I simply put the cloths back on that I had been wearing all day. Remember, I was still wearing the female facemask and tight corset so I could still be excused for a slightly over-eight female.  The cell door was left wide open this time so I guessed our weekend was now effectively over. As soon as I was dressed, I wound the scarf around my neck and pulled on the cloths and coat. Free of all bondage, I headed up stairs to wait on Jennifer. This girl really amazes me as she was turned out beautifully in a long blue-grey sweaterdress, which reached from her neck to six inches below her knees. Her leather boots therefore disappeared up below the hemline for the dress! Like me, she pulled on a pair of gloves; wound her blue cashmere scarf around her neck followed by her long woollen coat. We then got into her car and drove to my place. It’s weird as I was no longer really worried about being seen. I guess I was now used to wearing the tight female mask, which I knew completely hid my true identity. Once inside my house, I left Jennifer watching TV while I went upstairs to get undressed, have a shower and get dressed in my own cloths for the first time in two days.

It was a relief to be free of the tight corset and the mask, which I had forgotten how tight it was until my face for free of its confines. I was going to miss the relative warmth of the layers of wool so I decided to leave them in my bedroom, hoping Jennifer wouldn’t ask for the cloths back. Once dressed in my own cloths, I headed downstairs and finally we headed out to dinner. While our weekend wasn’t over, the crossdressing and bondage was.

Ed - UK

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