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It started out like many Friday evenings after a difficult work week. I stopped off at my favorite pub for a quick bite and a couple of bourbons before heading home. I was sipping my second drink and talking to the bartender when things got more interesting. It was still early and there were only a few of us sitting at the bar. Any time the door opened we all looked over to see who was coming in. It was like thunder as men’s jaws dropped to the floor when she walked in. She was about 5’ 6”, long wavy brown hair to her shoulder blades with just a hint of red highlights, wearing a classis little black dress that did little to hide a model’s body, and accented a pair of flawless legs. The only sound as she walked toward the bar was the clicking of her stiletto heels on the tile floor.

Now, I don’t suppose I’m bad looking but I’m certainly no Adonis, either. I try to stay in decent shape and dress nice. I’ve never had a lot of problems with women but I knew immediately that this one was WAY out of my league.

She made the most of walking toward us, looking up and down the bar as if she was trying to make a major decision. Or was it more like she was deciding which item to bid on at the auction table? Regardless of what her thoughts were, it was obvious she enjoyed the attention and was milking it for all it was worth. As she drew closer, I gazed into the most exotic and entrancing eyes I had ever seen. One couldn’t call them brown. They were more of a bronze and reflected every tiny glint of light that hit them.

I swear my heart stopped when this gorgeous creature slowed her pace a bit as she came close to my stool. She caught my eye for a second and flashed a smile at me before moving past me. I turned on my stool to watch her walk away and got a fleeting glimpse of the sway of her hips before she stopped and turned to face me. I was expecting a remark about me enjoying the view or something along those lines. Instead, I got that intoxicating smile as she slid onto the stool next to me. As she did the tight skirt of her dress rode up to reveal even more of those amazing legs. I felt like a high school boy confronted by the head cheerleader. I did muster enough courage to introduce myself and ask her what she would like to drink. She told me her name was Amy and she would have a Wellers and water. I couldn’t believe it. This Goddess had not only graced me with her company but was asking for my favorite drink. I was the envy of every man in the pub.

We sat and talked for over and hour, nursing a couple of drinks as we did. I excused myself to visit the men’s room and when I returned Amy suggested we finish our drinks and go somewhere more lively. Somewhere with a band and a dance floor. I quickly agreed and said my car was just outside. By the time we got to the door I was feeling light headed but I knew I had only had four drinks. When the cool air hit me I got dizzy. Amy asked me which car was mine, took the keys and helped me into the passenger seat. That was the last thing I knew until I woke up this morning.

My head hurts and everything looks a bit fuzzy. I’m lying on a bed but I don’t recognize the room. The only light is what sunlight is seeping around the heavy black drapes on the windows. I feel a slight chill to my body and, looking down, I realize I am naked. Well, almost naked. Leather cuffs encircling my wrists and ankles are held in place with small padlocks. The locks also serve to secure chains to the cuffs. The chain between my wrists is about twelve inches long and the one connecting my ankles is maybe fifteen inches. Another length runs from the center of one chain to the center of the other one, preventing me from raising my wrists above chest high. With some effort I roll to my side, swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. In this position I can reach up far enough to brush my hair back and rub some of the cobwebs from my eyes.

In the dim light I survey my surroundings. I would guess the room to be about 20 feet square with two windows on the wall to my left. The walls are painted a deep purple and the room is sparsely furnished, the only ‘furniture’ being the iron four poster bed I’m on, a pair of leather upholstered chairs, and an armoire. The doors to the armoire are held closed by a large, very ornate padlock. A door sits at one end of the wall across from the bed and a St. Andrews Cross is centered on the remainder of that wall. On the wall to the right is what was at one time a closet. The door frame is about six feet wide and has heavy rings embedded in it about every foot up both sides and across the top. The inside walls appear to be lined with mirrors. A few feet further to the right is a door leading into a bathroom. The doorway is bare, with no door or evidence where hinges might have once been. Only two other items occupy the room. A spanking bench and a horse are set up so a person could move freely around them with plenty of room to swing a crop, paddle or whip. Heavy straps are attached to both of them that would effectively immobilize any hapless victim. On the walls in various places are rings and hooks. The ceiling, near the center of the room, has a raised section. Moving over under the raised portion I look up to see an electric wench. Still being a bit unsteady on my feet I make my way back to the bed. Just as I sat down I hear a key in the door.

As the door swings open the room is suddenly flooded with light as my ‘Goddess’ from last night flips the switch on the outside wall before coming in. She is dressed in yoga pants and a pull over shirt that do little more to hide her near perfect body than the little black dress did. A slightly shorter, but equally beautiful girl with short strawberry blond hair, similarly dressed, is behind her. As they approach me side by side I recognize the other girl. We had spent an hour or so talking at the pub one evening last week.
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Chapter 2

I stood up as they got close and started to protest my being chained and held captive. Amy immediately pushed me back onto the bed and ordered me to shut up. As I sat there looking up at the two of them, she began to speak.

“I’m sure you remember Cindy. If not, you will when your head clears. Right now I’m sure you have a terrible headache, an unfortunate aftereffect of the Ketamine I put in your drink when you went to the men’s room last night, and a lot of questions.” Turning to Cindy she said, “Please go get our guest something to help his headache and bring us something to drink also.” As Cindy left the room I blurted out that I was a prisoner, not a guest! All this got me was a hard slap across my face and a warning that further outburst would not be tolerated. With that, Amy moved to one of the chairs and asked me not to get up. From the tone of her voice it was obvious that is wasn’t a request. Cindy returned in a few minutes with a tray holding three glasses. She gave one of the wine glasses to Amy, brought the regular glass to me and took the other glass of wine for herself before sitting in the other chair. I held the glass up and stared at it, causing Amy to chuckle. “Ðon’t worry, it’s just pure fresh squeezed orange juice to help clear your head. You’re naked, chained and outnumbered so there is no reason for any more drugs. Just because we are women don’t get any ideas of overpowering us. Even in the unlikely chance you should succeed, you are miles out in the country, chained naked, and with no transportation. Your car is locked in the garage and the keys are put away with your clothes.”

I took a tentative sip from the glass before beginning to drink the juice. Amy took a sip from her glass, looked at Cindy and said, “A nice white wine is so much better that that God awful bourbon last night.” Looking at me she continued. “I only drank bourbon to gain your trust. I knew to order Wellers and water because it was Cindy’s job to find out your reference when she spent time with you last week. As I said, I’m sure you have a lot of questions and I will try to answer some of them.”

“Your memory is fuzzy because I put a date rape drug in your drink. Cindy and I were both victims of date rape and we met at a support group. We became close friends and eventually lovers. If you haven’t guessed, she is my submissive but I have trained her to be 100% dominate where men are concerned. We quit attending meetings and decided the best therapy was to turn the tables around. We set this room up to bring in men and use them for our healing, pleasure and amusement. You have the honor of being our first. You may or may not have ever drugged a woman, other than getting her drunk, to get her in bed. It really doesn’t matter to us if you have or not. The fact is that you are now our captive, our property, our plaything, our toy. And you will be until we decide to release you. Until then, we are going to have a lot of fun. At least it is will be fun for Cindy and me. For you, maybe not so much.”

“For now we will let you think over what I have told you. Feel free to move around the room and examine the furniture and accessories. Very soon you will become much more familiar with each piece. I’m sure you are hungry and Cindy will be back with some lunch in a little while. If you know what’s good for you, you will behave when she brings it to you.” With that Cindy picked up the tray, all three glasses and they left, locking the door and dimming the lights.

I sat there a few minutes before getting up to explore my ‘cell’. The bed, armoire and chairs appeared to be antiques or, at least, very high quality reproductions. The chairs were upholstered in leather that showed signs of years of use although it had been well cared for. Moving around the room I examined the horse and bench. They were made of hardwood, probably maple, with furniture quality joinery and stained a rich dark brown. The upholstery for both pieces was done in blood red leather. The cross was a work of art. It was constructed of Birds Eye Maple, finished to a beautiful sheen. Elongated holes were cut along the arms that would allow different height people to be tied to it. The center was padded and upholstered with the same luxurious red leather used on the other two pieces.

Moving to the right wall I found that the closet, as I suspected was entirely lined with mirrors. Whether this was so the victim could see what was happening or so the women could see his reactions I didn’t know. Somehow I was sure I would find out in due time. I was about to check out the bathroom when I heard a key in the door.

Cindy came in carrying a silver tray. After placing a towel on the seat of one of the chairs, she indicated that I should sit down. She brough in a folding table, set it up in front of me and placed the tray on it. A chain was pulled around my waist and locked to the rear legs of the chair so I couldn’t get up. Only then did she unlock the chain on my wrist cuffs and let it fall to the floor. Once I was secured to her satisfaction, she removed the covers to the dishes to reveal a breakfast of eggs, hash brown potatoes and toast. There was also another glass of orange juice on the tray. She sat in the other chair as I ate and, when I was done eating. poured me a cup of coffee asking if I needed cream or sugar. To say this treatment was confusing me would be a gross understatement! After I finished my coffee the tray and table were taken to the hallway and the chains was once again locked to my wrists before the chain around my waist was removed. Before leaving Cindy said I would find anything I needed to freshen up in the bathroom. She closed and locked the door and I was once again left alone to ponder what was in store for me.
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Chapter 3

I was left alone for what felt like an hour or two. Alone in a room with no radio, television or clocks time is impossible to judge. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed up as best I could. I looked out one of the windows to see a beautifully landscaped lawn. Beyond the lawn was a forest. A drive curved along the edge of the lawn to turn into the trees and disappear.

As I was trying to think of a way to escape the door opened behind me as the women came in. Cindy put the case she was carrying down, took me by my arm and guided me to the bed. She unlocked the wrist chain only to pull it between my legs and behind me before relocking it. Amy said it was time to have some fun and the pair of them laid me on my back on the bed. Cindy brought in the folding table and opened the case on it. The table was high enough to prevent me seeing in the bottom of the case but she removed a panel on the top of the briefcase to reveal a series of hooks and straps. I got a quick look as she removed a blindfold from the lower half and handed it to Amy. The top contained several nipple clamps, some with wires attached and others with chains between them. I could also see a riding crop and two paddles held in place by straps. Amy sat beside me and smiled before buckling the blindfold in place. Now I was laying in darkness between two women who, I had been told, planned to use me as a toy for their amusement and pleasure. With the short wrist chain behind my back I could only move my hands and wrists a couple of inches. I felt hands on my ankles unlocking the chain between them. The cuffs were rotated as my legs were spread apart and attached to chains from the side or foot of the bed, preventing me from closing them. Despite my fear of what was going to happen to me my cock reacted by getting harder than I could ever remember. As fingers encircled the firm flesh I heard Amy say, “It looks like 200 mg of ground up Viagra in his eggs is working better that we expected!” 200 mg? That is twice a normal maximum dose! How long did they want to keep me hard?

I didn’t have time to think about it very long as there was movement on the bed as one of the women straddled my chest. It was Amy’s voice declaring that she expected to be very satisfied and that if I knew what was good for me I better not disappoint her. As she lowered her pussy to my mouth I immediately began to lick up and down to get my tongue inside her lips and seek out her clit. Just as I was getting a reaction from her the hand disappeared from my cock and was replaced by Cindy’s warm moist mouth. She was an expert at what she was doing, fondling my balls and taking my cock all the way down her throat then pulling back to suck hard on the head. Amy grinding her pussy against my face and my cock being milked by Cindy was more than I could handle. It only took maybe three of four minutes before I was exploding in her mouth. Amy lifted off me and I tried in vain to lift my head to follow her as Cindy sucked every last drop of cum from my pulsing cock. As Amy moved down my body Cindy moved up to kiss me. I opened my mouth to meet her kiss and was rewarded by her depositing my cum in my mouth. She held the contact between our lips long and hard enough that I had no choice but to swallow. Once again I felt her lips wrap around my cock, just long enough to make sure I was fully erect. As she moved away I felt Amy move up and impale herself on me. Amy rode my cock like a woman possessed as Cindy assaulted my nipples with her teeth and fingernails. Amy started to spasm from an orgasm after about 15 minutes, her muscles gripping my cock and pushing me over the edge for the second time. Immediately she lifted up and lowered her pussy over my mouth, ordering me to lick her clean. Whether it was my tongue or her sensation of power over me she had another massive orgasm as she rode my face.

After she got off the bed she removed the blindfold and they unlocked my wrists only to rotate the cuffs and lock them to chains on the headboard. I was now spread eagle on the bed and still with a raging hard on, despite having cum twice. As Cindy opened the armoire and retrieved a bottle and rubber gloves Amy stroked my erection and said that problem would be taken care of real soon. Cindy put the gloves on and started to massage me from the tip of my erection all the way past my ass hole. It felt good at first but soon began to heat up. The longer she rubbed, the hotter it got. As she pinched and massaged some into my nipples Amy started laughing. “That’s a liniment we use to rub down sore muscles on the horses. You didn’t think you would get to cum twice and not suffer for it, did you?” Cindy dropped the gloves in the trash, locked the bottle away in the armoire and they walked to the door. “I’m sure you are tired from all the sex...Enjoy your night…We’ll see you in the morning, we have lots of interesting plans for you then!”

With that the door closed and I heard the lock click. Nap? My nipples, balls, cock and ass were on fire! No way I was going to get much sleep.
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Chapter 4

As I guessed, it was a long and nearly sleepless night. A little light was starting to creep in around the curtains when I heard the lock and Cindy walked in. Without a word she unlocked one wrist from the bedpost and attached the wrist chain before pulling it over to do the same on the other wrist. She pulled my wrists down by the chain and relocked my ankles to the hobble chain. She helped me up, into the bathroom and on the commode. When I asked for a few minutes of privacy she just smiled and told me I didn’t need any privacy as she warmed up the water in the shower. After I had relieved myself I was helped up and into the shower. My wrists were unlocked and repositioned to a chain from the ceiling and the warm water was turned back on. To my surprise Cindy stepped back and disrobed before getting in the shower with me. She shampooed my hair before proceeding to wash my body top to bottom, paying particular attention to those areas where she had rubbed me down with liniment. After drying off and getting dressed she dried me before releasing me and again chaining my wrists together. I was told to brush my teeth, comb my hair and wait for her in one of the chairs.

She came back with a tray of juice, pancakes, sausage and a carafe of coffee. She said that since I was being so cooperative she didn’t think chaining me to the chair was necessary and released my wrists so I could eat. After I had devoured everything on the plate she poured my coffee and sat silently watching as I drank. After I finished she secured my wrist chain, picked up the tray and left, locking the door behind her. Once again left to my own devices I brushed my teeth and sat on the bed, wondering what games they had planned for me today.

I didn’t have long to ponder, maybe 30 minutes or so until I heard the key in the lock. Both of my captors came in, Cindy dressed in a sheer harem type outfit befitting of her submissive status and Amy all in red. Her outfit consisted of a skintight leather mini dress and matching thigh high boots with at least 5” heels. Even though I knew, within reason, that their plans for the day likely involved suffering and abuse, my body betrayed me. Just the sight of these two women caused an immense erection.

Even in my aroused state I decided to make a final attempt to gain my release. “You know people will be expecting me to show up for work tomorrow morning. When I don’t and they can’t reach me it’s going to set off alarms. Police will be called.” As they reached the side of the bed Amy just shook her head and laughed. “Nice try, but you know no one will miss you for at least a week. You told Cindy that night at the pub with her that you were going to be on vacation for two weeks. You invited her to join you on your extended camping trip the first to get away from everything for some peace and quiet.”

With that she stepped aside as Cindy stepped forward. “He’s all yours, my love.” Cindy grabbed me by the hair, yanked me off the bed and forced me to my knees. “From now on anytime you hear a key in the lock you will assume this position wherever you are in the room. If not, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?” Stepping back, she slapped me hard across the face. “You were asked a question, but I didn’t hear an answer!”

“Yes, I understand.”

Again I was slapped, this time on the other side with the back of her hand. “You will address me as Mistress and Amy will be addressed and Madame. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, now I think it’s time to have some fun. You may start by thanking me for your lesson!” Stepping closer Cindy separated the crotchless legs of her harem pants and guided my face between her legs. I was only more than happy to oblige. She reached down to part her lips and pulled me in tight, directing my tongue where she wanted it. As I felt her getting close to orgasm I tried to back off, wanting to keep her on the edge at long as possible in hopes of delaying what plans they had for me afterward. My young Mistress was having none of it. Pushing my head against the mattress she placed one knee on the bed giving her all the leverage she needed to bring her weight down and trap me where she wanted. After having me give her several orgasms she released my head and pulled me to me feet by my hair.

“That will be the last time you try to take control. It seems you need a reminder that we own you for whatever time we decide to keep you. You are here for our pleasure, amusement, and revenge. It's time for your first lesson in obedience!”

As she scolded me I was being directed toward the horse. After unlocking my ankles I was helped up on the horse and straps were tightened around my ankles and thighs. My wrists were freed only to be pulled forward and locked to rings at the front end. Straps tightened across my shoulder blades and waist ensured that I wasn’t going to move.

Amy took a seat in one of the chairs and Cindy walked around the horse, letting her fingers trail over me as she circled like a cat teasing a mouse. “Since this is your first punishment, I’m going to go easy on you.” When she opened the armoire I got my first look inside. A variety of canes, paddles, floggers, whips, and cat-o-nine tails hung from hooks on the doors. Lining the inside walls were gags, chains and cuffs of all types. Sitting on the shelf were a few bottles, including the liniment bottle I had already become familiar with. Below the shelf were four large drawers. After surveying the contents for several moments she made her choices and walked back to me. A cat-o-nine and a small paddle, about the size of a hairbrush, were held up for me to see then laid on my back. She stepped in front of me and held up a penis gag. I didn’t wait for an order but opened my mouth to accept it. With the gag buckled firmly in place I was blindfolded and immediately tensed up in anticipation of what was coming next. For a few minutes she alternated between dragging the cat over my back and buttocks and massaging my ass with the paddle. Just as I started to relax the cat came down hard on my right cheek. The first strike was more shock than pain. The second hit was aimed at the left cheek and the tips of the strands landed on my balls. I screamed into the gag as Cindy continued to assault me with the cat. Each time a blow landed on my balls I remembered her saying she was going to take it easy. After what was probably 20 or so strokes of the cat it was laid on my back in exchange for the paddle. This time there was no waiting or soothing massage. The paddle rained down on my ass with a force surprising for such a small girl. Madame Amy had taught her well. The blows varied from alternating cheek to cheek to sometimes several rapid hits in the same spot. She varied her target from my buttocks to mid-thigh with the hardest swats landing where my cheeks met my upper thighs. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped, removed the blindfold and gag, wiped away my tears and took everything back to the armoire. Thinking it was over for now I began to relax. At least until I saw her coming back. In her hand was a butt plug that look to be about an inch and a half at the widest point. She took her time working it into my ass, stretching my virgin hole until it was fully seated. As they released me from the horse I was surprised not to be locked to the wrist and ankle chains. I soon knew the reason as I was led to the closet frame and stretched spread eagle to the rings. Cindy got on the inside of the closet on her knees and once again started giving me a blow job. It soon became apparent that I wouldn’t be allowed to climax as each time she sensed me getting close she withdrew and sat back. As she continued to take me to the edge of extasy Amy left the room. When she returned she handed two bags to Cindy. One was a bag of crushed ice which was pressed into my crotch. The effect was immediate, deflating my hard on and shrinking my penis and balls. She pulled a steel ring from the second bag easily pulling my balls and cock through it. A steel cage came out next to be slid over my cock and onto a pin on the ring. I watched as she put a padlock through a hole in the end of the pin. The room was quiet and when she snapped the lock closed I swear it was like the crack of a gun going off to my ears. She leaned forward to kiss the cage and let her tongue play through the bars just a little before sliding between my legs and out of the closet. A few not so playful slaps to my already sore ass from both of them and the two of them left the room. All I could do was stare in the mirrors at the steel device that now imprisoned my manhood.
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Chapter 5

I was left there about an hour when Cindy returned carrying the folding table and serving tray. After covering a chair seat with a towel and setting up the table she approached me with the hobble chains in her hands. Her voice was soft but still had a threatening tone. “Do I need these or can you be trusted to behave while you have lunch?”

“There is no need for the chains, Mistress. I know escape is impossible, and it would be foolish to anger you.”

With that she released my ankles and then my wrists. I turned to face her and immediately dropped to my knees, hands resting palms up on my thighs. Reaching for one hand she guided me to my feet and led me to the chair and table. When I sat down the presence of the butt plug became more apparent. Cindy put the table in front of me and uncovered the dishes. Just as I was about to begin Amy came in. Pushing the chair back away from the table I moved beside it and assumed my position on my knees.

Ignoring me, she snapped at Cindy. “Why is he not chained?”

Cindy stood, head bowed before replying. “He has been so cooperative that I didn’t think he would be a problem. Before releasing him I asked if he could be trusted and he said he knew that escape was impossible.”

“Foolish girl, I thought I had trained you better than this. Any man we bring in here will be restrained at all times. Lock his ankles and chain him to the chair to eat his lunch. Once you are done, wait for me by the horse.” Turning her attention to me she spoke a little softer. “At lest you remembered how to greet a superior when one enters the room. Had you continued to eat it would be you at the horse and there would be no lunch today.” As she spoke Cindy indicated I should return to the chair. She locked the hobble chain to my ankles and then wrapped a chain around my waist and to the back of the chair then walked to the horse to wait for Amy.

Moving toward her submissive Amy pointed a finger at Cindy’s waist and motioned downward. Cindy immediately lowered the harem pants, stepped out of them and turned to face the horse. Her ankles were spread and tied to the legs on one side before she was bent over and her wrists secured to the opposite legs. Amy opened the armoire and returned with a short leather strap that was split at the ends and a cane. “Perhaps this will help you to remember how we handle our property in this room.” With that she hit Cindy’s ass with 20 strokes of the strap, changing sides halfway through. Picking up the cane she administered 10 more strokes from her ass to her mid thighs, the last three landing where the buttocks and thighs met. Looking at me she said, “I had plans for you this afternoon but they will have to wait a while. Since you are also complicit in this you will be punished after lunch.” I tried to eat as I watched the marks growing darker on Cindy and listened to her soft crying.

A short while later Amy returned, chained my wrists and unlocked the chain from the chair. I dropped to my knees before her and she smiled down at me before going to release Cindy. After she had put her pants on they came back to me. I was told to stand and taken to the raise are of the ceiling. My wrists cuffs were replaced with a different pair as Amy lowered a cable from the ceiling with a remote control. The new cuffs were fastened to the hook on the cable and she retracted it, raising my arms above me. The hobble chain was removed and replaced with a spreader bar before I was lifted further so I could only stand on my toes. Showing me the strap and cane she used earlier Amy asked if I thought I could take the same punishment as Cindy did without screaming from the pain. All I could say was “I will do my best, Madame”. “We shall see!” With that she gave me the first 10 strokes with the strap, changed sides and applied 10 more. “Well done, slave, but now comes the real test. Cindy, since you had to be caned because of him, I will let you take some revenge.” With that she handed the cane over and stepped back. I soon found out that this was one lesson Cindy had learned well. The cane whistled through the air to land expertly on my flesh about every 30 seconds, never hitting the same spot twice. As was done to her, the last three strokes went to the junction of my thighs and buttocks. I was able to take it all in near silence until those last three. I lost it and screamed as each one landed, seemingly harder that the one before it. “I’ll let you calm down a bit before we continue with today’s fun” as Amy lowered the cable just enough for me to put my feet on the floor. With that they left the room Amy rubbing Cindy’s sore ass.

Amy returned alone. “You’ve had enough time to settle down. Are you ready to have some fun, slave? I know I am!” “Do I have a choice, Madame?” “A bit of humor. I like that. This afternoon is going to be a test of strength and stamina.“ She put mittens on my hands that pulled them into a fist and tied them in place. With that she pressed the button on the remote and the soft whir of the hoist began to lift me. This time she didn’t stop until I was completely off the floor. She got a set of four clamps with wires running from them from the armoire, attaching two of them to my nipples and the other two to my scrotum. Moving around me she gently pulled the plug from my ass. Another trip to the armoire produced an adjustable stand with a well lubed dildo affixed to the top. Positioning it under me she slowly lowered the wench until just before my toes touched the floor and the dildo pressed against my anus. Then she adjusted the length of the stand so the dildo was pushed hard against the outer sphincter. When Amy removed the spreader bar I was able to touch the floor and barely stand on my toes but not enough to lift up and off the dildo. Moving a chair in front of me she attached the wires from the clamps to a small box and sat down.

“Now comes the fun part. We are going to see how long you can stand on your tip toes and avoid complete penetration. With those mittens on you can’t grasp the chain to pull up but if you try …” She pushed a button on the box and a mild electric shock ran through the clamps. “Let’s begin, shall we?” A touch of the remote and I was lowered so all my weight was on my toes. Just then Cindy came in and felt my calves and thighs before sitting in the other chair to watch me. “Nice strong leg muscles. I’ll give him fifteen minutes before he loses it.” Amy smiled and said, “If he makes it that long we might have to help break his concentration.” They both laughed as she waved the electrical control box at me.
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Chapter 6

Time seemed to stand still as I fought against the tension in my leg muscles. I felt like I had been there for an eternity, fighting to hold myself up and avoid penetration, but in reality it had probably only been a few minutes. The muscles in my legs, especially the calves, were starting to tremble and ache. A few times I tried to relieve some of the pressure by lifting up with my arms in a pull up motion. Each attempt was met with a shock and the shocks were stronger each time. Each time the electricity hit me the women both laughed as my body jerked in response. Each time my ankles gave way a bit and I was lowered onto the dildo but I was able to recover and lift myself back up to my toes. After the third time Amy spoke.

“I’m impressed. Not only have you lasted for over 15 minutes but you were able to lift back up when I shocked you. This is fun but it’s getting boring and I have other plans for you. Let’s see how high the power gets before you can’t handle it. Shall we start at 50%?“

With that she turned the dial on the control box and pressed the button and held it down. My body jerked and I felt the dildo penetrate as I fought to stay up on my toes. My legs were quivering and I felt the game was over when she lifted her finger. Once again I lifted up on my toes as I watched my tormentor turn the dial up some more.

“Very good! How about 75%? The next step is full power and I’m not sure you want to feel the shock at that level. I’ll give you a minute to think about it.”

After a few second Amy grinned and pressed the button. As soon as I started to drop off my toes she lifted off the button and laughed.

“Obviously there won’t be any need to go higher but I just thought of a fun game. I’m going to press the button and release it each time your ankles start to give way. Then I’ll stop and let you lift up again. We’re going to watch you slide part way on and off the dildo until you decide to end the game by dropping all the way down.”

With that she pressed the button, sending electricity through my nipples and sack. Off the button to let me recover and press it again. Each time the recovery period got shorter. I gave up after five or six cycles and let myself drop until I was flat footed. One more shock and my knees buckled allowing the dildo to fully impale me. Before letting go of the button Amy said, “Don’t move. Stay just as you are!” With that she held the box up in front of me, turned the dial to full power and poised her finger over the button. I saw the evil glint in her eyes and simply responded, “Yes, Madame”.

Cindy removed the wires from my body as she continued to speak. “When released from here we are going to chain you to the bench. For as long as we think it’s fun Mistress Cindy and I will take turns using your ass and mouth with strap on dildoes. But first I want you to show me your acceptance of the next game by fucking yourself.” I answered “as you wish, Madame” as I lifted up onto my feet and back down. “All the way up, slave!” This time I went up onto my toes before going back down. Each time got easier as my muscles started to relax and accept the dildo sliding in and out of me. She let me continue for about 5 minutes before using the remote to lift me in the air and off the dildo. The stand was puled out of the way by Cindy and I was lowered to the floor. As promised I was unchained and immediately secured to the bench.

I was blindfolded and in a few minutes I was told to open my mouth. What felt like a huge dildo was pushed into my mouth as another one entered me from behind. The women established a rhythm going in and out in unison. The dildo in my mouth was pushed deeper and deeper until it was going all the way down my throat each time. The one using my ass went all the way in from the first thrust. After a few minutes they stopped only long enough to change places and start over. I have no idea how long this lasted and I lost track of how many times they switched places. Finally I was left alone for a few minutes before the blindfold was removed. They had both removed the strap on harnesses and were dressed as before. I was released and taken to the bathroom where I was allowed to take a hot shower. I was unchained but both women stood close by and watched. As soon as I was finished the chains were locked to my ankles and wrist. When Amy pointed to the floor I assumed the kneeling position until they left the room and locked the door.

About an hour later Cindy came back in with my dinner. As she was setting up the tray Amy entered and removed my chains. “I don’t think these are needed as there won’t be any more extreme unpleasantries unless you do something to warrant them. Tomorrow will be your last day before your release and I hope it will be pleasant for you.” With that she indicated I should rise and sit in the chair to eat. I dined that evening on a delicious steak with a baked potato, accompanied by a red wine. After I was done we all sat and talked over more wine for about an hour before they left and closed the door. I didn’t hear the lock so after a few minutes I waked over and tried the handle. Sure enough, I found it unlocked. I looked out into the hallway for a moment, closed the door and settled in to the bed for the night.
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Re: The Tables Are Turned (Chapter 7)

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Chapter 7

I slept peacefully through the night. I dreamed of Amy and Cindy, not as my captors or tormentors, but simply as two beautiful women that I wanted to spend time with. Sex played into my dream but it was more about a friendship between three people.

I was lying in bed awake when the door opened, and Cindy walked in carrying the folding table and my breakfast. I smiled and said good morning to her. She immediately set the tray on the table and walked over to the bed.

“Have you forgotten how to greet a woman already? Because you are leaving us soon doesn’t change the rules. I guess you need a reminder.” With that she clipped my wrist cuffs together and jerked me off the bed and onto my knees. When I started to talk she slapped me and told me she didn’t want to hear any excuses. She turned to walk away, pulling me by the wrists. I struggled to get to my feet to follow. Taking me to the St Andrews Cross she pushed me facing it and used her foot to tell me to spread my feet. Short chains were locked to the ankle cuffs before she unclipped my wrists to raise my arms and lock them to the upper chains. Going to the armoire she returned with a fogger and a riding crop. She used the flogger from my shoulders all the way down to mid thighs. It started light but the blows got harder as she continued. By the time she stopped It felt like the entire back of my body was on fire. Switching to the crop she repeatedly applied the tip to my ass and upper thighs. To finish, she used the shaft of the crop like a cane to give my five strokes at the junction of my ass and thighs.

After putting things away and locking the armoire she released me and stepped back. I turned to face her and dropped to the kneeling position. “Much better! Stay there until I tell you to move.” She sat the table in front of one of the chairs and motioned for me to come to her. When I started to rise I was told to crawl. I did as told and, when I was in front of her, resumed kneeling. After I apologized for not greeting her properly when she entered the room I was told to sit in the chair for breakfast. After breakfast I was told to shower as she left with the tray and table. I had barely finished my shower and stepped out of the bathroom when Cindy returned. As I was going to my knees she stopped me and told me to lie on the bed. She sat next to me, pulled a key from her pocket, unlocked and removed the chastity cage, leaving the ring in place. Standing up, she got undressed before getting on her knees beside me. She kissed me softly before sliding down my body, nipping my nipples as she passed them. Gripping my now raging erection she smiled and said, “I want to make sure this is fully ready!” She proceeded to engulf my cock in one motion, sliding back to tease the head and back down again. After a few minutes she straddled me in a reverse cowgirl position and impaled herself on my cock. “Tell me when you are close. I want this to last a while. With that she started to ride me with wild abandon. I went to the edge five times before she turned around to face me and started a slow rhythm, squeezing me with her muscles. Bending over she let me play with her breasts with my lips and tongue. This time when I told her I was about to cum she sat up and increased her speed. As my cock started to pulse she dropped all the way down and started a combined rocking and twisting motion. When she was satisfied that I was drained she lifted up and, like Amy had done, pressed her pussy to my mouth so I was forced to clean her up. She had me keep licking until she had an intense orgasm. Moving to the edge of the bed she slid the chastity cage back on and locked it in place.

I watched as she made a show of getting dressed, smiling and teasing as she wiggled and twisted into each piece. When she was done she took me my hand, pulled me to my feet and led me out of the room. A short walk down the hall and we stepped out a door onto a flagstone patio where Amy was sitting at a table sipping coffee. As we got close, I dropped to my knees to greet her. She smiled, brushed my cheek with her hand and told me to freshen her coffee and pour a cup for Cindy and myself. As I poured the coffee she rubbed my as and remarked, “It looks like someone screwed up this morning.”

“Yes, Madame. I foolishly assumed that since I was to be released soon the rules no longer were in place. Mistress Cindy has assured me that is not the case.”

“I can see that. Well done, Cindy! It looks like you gave him quite a workout.”

With a wink Cindy answered, “In more ways than one!” which made us all laugh.

“Cindy, please go get the hobble chains. After breakfast breakfast you can take our slave on a walk around the grounds. Take a crop with you in case he gets any ideas, or you just want to have some fun.”

When Cindy returned she was followed by an older woman pushing a rolling cart. As she served breakfast, she seemed oblivious to the fact that there was a naked man seated at the table. She finished, asked Amy if there would be anything else and left after being told that would be all for now. We took out time eating, enjoying both the meal and the conversation. It struck me as strange that, after all I had suffered at the hand of these two women, that I could feel so at ease sitting at the table with them. After we were done Cindy locked the hobble chains on my wrists and ankles and led me back to my room to freshen up.

The sun was shining and the temperature was warming as we stepped back out to the patio. Aa we walked I asked how they were sure I wouldn’t go to the police after I was released. This brought a smile and a sharp crack of the crop across my buttocks before she answered.

“What are you going to tell them? That you spent a few days at an estate with two women, and had sex with both of them? Are you going to show them the bruises on your ass as evidence of your abuse? When they ask you won’t be able to tell them how to find us. You were drugged when you came here and you will be driven back, blindfolded, to be dropped off in your car when you leave. I believe we have thought of everything to ensure our safety from the police.” She grinned and took a couple of playful swats at my ass with the crop before continuing. “Besides, I have an idea that you didn’t find most of your time as our prisoner all that unpleasant!”

As we ventured into the woods Cindy guided us to a small, well-manicured clearing. A pillory had been built in the clearing and a blanket was spread on the ground nearby. Slashing the air with the crop she looked at me, pointed to the two items and said, “It’s your choice. The pillory and the crop or the blanket and me…” I grinned at her, stepped up to lift the upper bar of the pillory and replied, “Why not both?” She unlocked my wrists, placed me in the stocks and proceeded to use the crop on my backside and legs, more playfully that harshly. After being released I was led to the blanket and allowed to undress my Mistress before making love to her. We fell asleep afterwards and woke up as the sun was disappearing from the clearing. Getting dressed and locking the chains in place we wandered around the estate a little more before returning to the house for dinner.
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Chapter 8

The rest of the evening was mostly uneventful. Amy came in late in the evening with drinks, a glass of wine for her and a Weller’s and water for me. We chatted a while about nothing in particular. She sounded almost apologetic when she said that she hoped I didn’t find my time in captivity too horrible. As she was leaving she said the maid would bring me a fresh drink and kissed my softly on the cheek before leaving.

A few minutes later my fresh bourbon was brought to me. I wandered about my room as I sipped it. I wondered how many more men would follow and if their reaction to the situation would be the same as mine.

When I first woke up in this room, bound and naked, I was terrified. My fear turned to anger when I was first confronted by my captors. Although I certainly didn’t enjoy everything done to me, I had come to like both Amy and Cindy. They could be cruel mistresses but, at times, they were also warm and friendly. I even think I understood their desire to seek revenge on men for having been victims of date rape.

I was just finishing my drink when Cindy came in carrying my clothes. She laid them on a chair and then removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. “You’ll be leaving in the morning after breakfast. Come out to the patio when you wake up. Dressed or not is up to you.” With that she kissed me softly on the lips and left. I looked through my clothes after she left. They were freshly laundered and ironed. My wallet and everything I had in my pockets was there except my keys. Cindy had said I would be driven back to town. I opened the curtains and looked out at the moonlit lawn for a few minutes before going to bed.

When I woke up the sun was shining through the windows. After brushing my teeth and taking a long hot shower I laid my clothes out on the bed. I looked at them and then turned to walk out and down the hallway. Amy and Cindy were already on the patio drinking coffee when I stepped outside. They both watched as I walked up to the table, knelt and said good morning to each of them in turn, addressing them as Madame and Mistress. Amy looked at Cindy and said, “I told you he would not be dressed when he came outside this morning.” Turning to me she continued. “I didn’t expect the greeting, though! Please, sit at the table. As of now you are a guest in my home and no longer a prisoner. You will have to be blindfolded when you leave but that is for our protection and not as a punishment. I hope you understand.” She then took the empty cup from the serving tray at her side, poured and served my first cup of coffee.

After the maid served our breakfast, normal except for a man sitting in the nude with two clothed women, I excused myself to go get dressed. Cindy came in and walked with me through the house and out the front door. My car was waiting in the drive and Amy was standing next to the open passenger door holding a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. “These are only to make sure you don’t try to remove the blindfold during the drive.” I was blindfolded, helped into the car. My hands were cuffed with the seat belt running between my wrists, preventing me from raising my arms too far. The door was closed and someone got in the driver’s side. It was Cindy’s voice that asked if I was comfortable before starting the car and shifting it into gear.

It seemed the drive took forever even with the pleasant conversation. We talked about my time with them and my feelings about it. I told her I had a new appreciation for what women went through at the hands of some men and that I didn’t blame them for their desire for revenge.

When the car stopped Cindy uncuffed me and removed the blindfold. We were parked in a residential neighborhood and she said I would have to use my GPS to find out how to get home, but it wasn’t very far. She kissed me one last time before getting out and walking back to Amy’s car that had pulled up behind us. I watched as they drove away and around the corner before moving to the driver’s side. I sat there a minute and wondered what the reaction would be if I went to the police. Would they even believe me? I couldn’t tell them anything except the first names of my kidnappers and had no idea where I had been held captive. Or did I? I turned on the car’s GPS and clicked on ‘History’. There on the screen was the last place my car had been parked! For a moment before starting my car I imagined the look of shock on their faces, and the satisfying smirk on mine, as the police hauled them away in handcuffs. I laughed to myself as I put the transmission in gear and pulled away from the curb.

About forty-five minutes later I turned where the GPS directed me to. I drove slow through the woods and along the drive as it circled the well-manicured lawn. Stripping completely, I locked my clothes in the trunk before going to the door. I rang the doorbell, placed my car keys at the threshold and stepped back to kneel at the edge of the stoop. The maid answered the door and closed it immediately. A few minutes later it reopened and Amy smiled down at me.

“You failed to have the history cleared from my car’s GPS and it led me back to the estate. I have a week and a half of my vacation remaining. I would be honored if Madame Amy and Mistress Cindy would accept me as their slave for that time. While I am here I will show you how to clear a car’s GPS so a future captive won’t be able to give your location to the police.”

“How can I refuse such a sweet offer? You know the way. Mistress Cindy will be in shortly to put your cuffs on and chain you to the door frame. I will be in shortly to flog you for disobeying orders and returning here rather than going home.” Picking up my keys she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me kneeling before the open doorway. I closed the door behind me, walked to my cell and knelt with my back to the door to wait.
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Re: The Tables Are Turned

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Good story, thanks for sharing!

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