Fettered Frolic

Chapter One-2

Consenta smiled at Debby and me looking down into the tub with delight. “Perhaps the Masters will let you have a bath tomorrow, but tonight you use the shower. It’s hot, and there are plenty of white, fluffy towels.”

There were three shower stalls along the wall. “One for you, one for Seniorita Debby, and,” she grinned, “I already took my shower.” She tugged her skimpy flared skirt out to the sides and danced a pirouette around us, showing off her perfectly curved legs.

“Whose are these?” Debby asked. She touched the blouses and skirts hanging in an alcove.

“Oh, Senioritas, they are fresh clean clothes for you. Your clothes will be sent out to be cleaned in the morning. Choose what you like. Many colors and sizes are there.”

“But not many styles,” I said. “Just silk blouses and miniskirts.”

“Mini-skirts?” Debby asked. She held one against her waist. “More like microscopic skirts!”

“They are special made by Master’s instructions. Very good material and sewing, si?”

“Excellent material and sewing,” I replied. Well, I wasn’t surprised, or shocked. Champagne and hormones are perfect antidotes for shame.

Consenta helped us undress and disappeared with all our clothing. Debby was singing in the shower, and I accompanied her from mine. She has a wonderful singing voice, and I envy her.

Consenta returned and called us out of the showers. Her arms were filled with a hill of white towels. She examined our naked bodies with bold, approving eyes. “You have magnificent bodies, Senioritas. Caramba! You will make Masters Mark and David very happy to see you so beautiful. That is good.” She gave us a impish smile and stretched her arms straight up beside her head and weaved her hips sensually. “You will discover how thrilling it is, being kept chained up while Masters Mark and David play with you.” She giggled and sat down on the vinyl lounge chair.

“Hey,” I said, “where are our bras and panties?”

“Oh-h-h, Seniorita Traci, it is against the rules! Masters Mark and David say, ‘No bra, no panty. and no-o-o-o pantyhose! just nice skirt and blouse for Senioritas Traci and Debby, nothing more to spoil the fun.”

We had stopped drying and stood like statues, staring at each other “Oh, what the hell,” I said after a moment. “They told us what they would do with us if we came home with them, and we said, ‘Yes’.”

“It’s OK, if that’s really the only thing they will do to us,” Debby added.

“Senioritas,” Consenta said with a bubbly smile, “They do it to me much; and see? I am happy.” Her white teeth flashed in the soft light.

Debby and I each selected a skirt and blouse and started to put them on.

“Oh Senioritas, you must pee first, before you get dressed.” She pointed at the deluxe toilet stool in the corner.

Debby went first. I chose a yellow blouse and a cinnamon skirt. Debby had a white blouse and pale blue skirt. They both reached only a few inches below our naked v*****s.

“I feel a draft,” she said, giggling.

“I expect that’s not all we’re going feel creeping under our skirts,” I replied.

Consenta escorted us out the door and down the hall to a salon-type room where Mark and David were waiting. They had dressed in black evening suits, very handsome and distinguished. Their elegant politeness and smiles relaxed my anxieties.

Mark stepped toward us, two long black cloths in his hand. “Now, Traci, Debby, we must ask you to understand and trust us for a few minutes. Our dining and...entertainment rooms are...uh...quite private. We like to keep our entertainment... well... secret and undisturbed. That’s why we ask our first-time visitors to wear a blindfold while we take them there. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Blindfold?” I asked. “I’m not sure I want to...”

“We can always take you home, instead, of course,” Mark said. He had stopped smiling.

Debby made a tiny gasp and turned her moist eyes toward mine. “Home? To what? Greasy hamburgers and TV reruns? Just imagine that dinner waiting for us here. Please, Traci, let’s just let them blindfold us. David said it would only be for a few minutes.” She wrapped her arms around Mark’s large waist and looked into his face, her eyes glistening. “I want you, Mark, I want to feel your body pressing against mine,” she ducked her head and blushed, “without any clothes on.” She looked up into his face, her eyes wet with tears. “Please don’t send us away.”

“You got brave in a hurry,” I said.

Mark and David were looking at me impatiently. “Okay, I’m in for the game. Blindfold me.”

I could tell by the echoes when we were walking in a hallway; by the feel of the lush carpet under my high-heels when we went through rooms. Doors opened before us, closed behind us. And always we heard the dreadful snick of a lock to drive home the fact that we were now prisoners, no longer free to leave. I had given up that chance for both Debby and me. Finally, after a dozen of confusing turns and doubling back, a heavy door thudded shut behind us, the clunk of its steel bolt locking it with the frightening finality of our imprisonment. We stopped and our blindfolds were pulled off. I breathed a sigh of relief and thankfulness. My courage had abandoned me in the darkness of the blindfold. Have I made a stupid and dangerous choice to let these strange men take us home with them? My foolish vulnerability was beginning to fuel the panic rising in my belly.

Mark and David, Debby and I, were standing in a tiny concrete-walled room at the top of a long flight of stairs leading down. There were handrails mounted to the walls on both sides of the concrete steps.

“We removed your blindfolds so these stairs wouldn’t frighten you,” David said. “Please be careful in your high heels.”

We stepped carefully down from step to step as I counted. Twenty-four steps. Hm-m-m, at eight inches per step—damn! We’re sixteen feet down. Must have high ceilings in their basement.

There was another one of those featureless steel doors at the bottom. A row of numbered push buttons was mounted flush in the wall at eye level. Mark shielded the buttons from our eyes and tapped in a combination. The door slid open sideways into the thick concrete wall.

“Welcome, girls, to our very private world.” Mark and David led us through.

It was dim inside, the only light coming from two candles on the dinner table. The furnishings looked elegant and normal. Crystal and fine china graced the table. There were four cushioned walnut chairs waiting for us. Everything else was too strange or too shadowed for us to see clearly.

Four thick metal poles were sticking up from the floor, positioned about shoulder height for a seated person, and seven feet apart, positioned out from the four corners of the table. The walls were painted black, as was the vaulted ceiling and the floor. The room was constructed and decorated to look like the inside of a castle.

Consenta reappeared with a large tray of food. Her skimpy maid’s uniform had changed, now letting her large naked breasts jiggle in full view as she flaunted them with pride. In addition to her uniform, she was now wearing a feathered black mask and a wide black leather collar around her neck. A shiny metal ring hung from the front. It flashed and glittered in the candlelight.

“It’s gold-plated,” she said, toying with the metal ring with pride. She showed us the leather cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles, also with gold-plated rings. “They are lined with real mink fur. Master Mark says he paid five hundred dollars for them!” Her smile was as prominent as her breasts.

Her long, shapely legs scissored provocatively as she moved around the table, positioning our napkins and serving the first course. Mark smiled and spoke a few words to her in Spanish. She kissed him lightly, then took Mark and David’s jackets and hung them along the wall near the door.

David turned and smiled at us. “Please, girls, you may remove your shoes here. Your feet will feel more comfortable.” I glanced at him and Mark, but their faces were masks of sincerity. Debby and I slipped out of our high-heels and felt the warmth in the heated concrete floor. Mark politely led Debby over to the table. She hesitated looking wide-eyed at the locking leather cuffs connected to the chains dangling from the thick steel poles.

“It will be all right,” Mark whispered in her ear. He took her gently into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

“Please, you won’t hurt me, will you?” she asked.

“I’ll be good, very good, when we play our games with your body”

“Okay.” Debby sighed and sat down slowly. She bent her head forward and closed her eyes as he took her hand and pulled it over toward the pole. Her arm was stretched out straight and level from her shoulder. I looked away as the dark band of stiff leather closed like a hungry mouth around her wrist.

“Traci?” David put his arm around my slim waist and led me to the table. I sat down across from Debby without a word, watching silently while David gripped my hand firmly and pulled my arm straight out from my side. The spacing of the poles must have been custom designed for girls our size, as Debby and I couldn’t touch them with our fingertips. The sensual feel of sheared mink squeezed tight around my wrist as the metal of the cuff lock snickered shut.

No turning back...I’m getting scared...too late, too late!

David moved behind me to the other pole and pulled my other arm out straight. The tight leather cuff trapped my other wrist in its merciless grip. David pressed a button in the pole and the chains tightened with a sinister clicking noise, stretching my arms straight and taut. Debby’s arms were stretched tight, too. I was David’s helpless captive; Debby was Mark’s.

I’m trapped! I can’t defend my body from whatever these men enjoy doing to captive girls. They can do anything to us, and Debby and I can’t stop them! Oh, please don’t let them be ax murderers. Gawd, I’m getting hot!

David’s predatory eyes leered at my defenseless breasts, pressing prominently outward, so noticeably vulnerable against the silky fabric of my blouse. My tingling n*****s responded to being the feminine prey of his musky s****l interest. They swelled, poking forward, straining to impress their obvious shape into the silk of my blouse. They had minds of their own, lissome wantons, flirting to tempt a man’s c**k out of his pants.

David was looking at them.

Now sure as hell he knows I’m sexually excited by having my body immobilized and my breasts made completely defenseless in the exploring hands of a man. Am I having fun? My n*****s are shouting, ‘YES!’ David got down on his knees beside me as Mark did the same beside Debby. I felt his strong grip pulling my ankle. Debby was biting her lip, probably feeling Mark grip her ankle, too. I looked down and watched David spread my leg out to the side and lock the floor-bolted chained cuff around it. Then he crawled around behind me to spread my other leg and imprison my other ankle on its side. I was starting to feel quite warm, and wet. My pleated micro skirt flared open. I could feel the cool air caressing my exposed c******s.

Can he see my p***y? Of course, silly.

Mark finished spreading and cuffing Debby’s legs. Then they picked up the wide black leather collars lying on our plates and carefully closed one around Debby’s neck and the other around mine. My blood pounded through my veins as I heard the steel jaws of the locks ‘clack’ shut. I felt the strange sensation of the tight, perfect fit of the collar’s grip around my throat.

Both men stood back and gazed happily at us, their silent mouths open and motionless. Their deep and fast breathing sent disturbing chills of suspicion down my spine and into my belly.

They moved their chairs and stood behind them, their hands on their hips. Debby and I looked up. I, for one, utterly uncomfortable with this dreadful feeling of helplessness, and more than a little alarmed about what they would do to us next.

“Girls,” Mark said at last, “when you willingly placed your wrists and ankles into those chained cuffs, and your necks into those slave collars, you passed over a dangerous bridge into a dark, frightening, exciting, and wonderfully delicious land of captivity and sensual ecstasy. You will never find your way back across that bridge to your previous innocence. Returning to that monotonous, boring life is no longer possible. That is no longer your world. You are forever trapped by your decision, and no matter where you may be, or whoever you are with, you will always desire to be the women that David and I will make you into: s*x captives. You will always belong to men like us."