You are just placing my breakfast on the table when u hear the post hit the mat. He nods towards the door to indicate that you should collect it.
You hobble down the hallway struggling in the black satin knee-length pencil skirt and patent ballet boots. You carefully crouch down and pick up the sepia-brown envelope with your satin-gloved hand.
The simple handwriting on the front reads Mr S. you carefully stand up and walk back to your master.
As he finishes his mouthful he takes the envelope from you and looks you up and down.“I like this outfit on you” he says approvingly, he reaches out and strokes his hand up your backside and round your chest, pinching your left nipple. You wince but don’t move. His attention returns to the letter. Carefully opening it and slowly unfolding the heavy tea-colored paper. He reads the letter in silence, then slowly folds the letter back up and slides it into the inside chest pocket of his suit.“Would you care to take a seat?”
You take the offer, the relief on your toes is welcome.
“I have been invited to attend a poker evening” he explains, “and I need to offer up my side of the bet.”
You nod.
“This game requires each player to bring a prize or tribute. I am required to present a woman bound to the strictest standards, she must only just be able to stand and watch the game, and the bondage must showcase her flexibility”.
“So we will have to get u a special outfit, and you will have to endure the most restrictive and difficult binding all evening. The game is this evening. Do u understand?”U nod nervously.“Good, I’m going to make some calls. We will need some time to get u ready. I suggest you clear away the breakfast then lie down for a while. This evening is going to be quite a chore.”. You take his advice.
There is a loud knock on your door.You open your eyes and through the haze, you can see the small round face of the brass clock on your bedside. It read 4pm.
“Come now Liz, there is much to do if you are going to be worth the buy-in for the major games.”Master's voice was cheerful but firm.You stand up and smooth out your skirt. The extreme en-pointe position of the heels while not comfortable is becoming a manageable normality.You run your hands up and remember that you are naked above the waist. A small blush of shame warms your cheeks.You walk out into the lounge and see that the master is laying out items on the coffee table.There is a lot of shiny black material.“So, for me to be allowed to join the top-tier games, I must present a woman to the prize pool of outstanding elegance while bound and constricted to the very limit of her tolerance.I think we should get started.Undress please.”You do as instructed and sit on the corner of the sofa and slowly remove the ballet boots.Once off you stand to unzip the skirt, and you find you have to keep your heels slightly elevated as it's sore to stand flat-footed. Zip undone the skirt drops to your ankles and you sit again to remove the stockings.
“Good, now stand here with your legs slightly apart"Doing as you are told you stand on the small black fluffy rug.He selects a pair of latex panties and shows them to you.“You see the really fun thing with these is built-in plugs, one for each hole”.You look down at the two large invaders built into the crotch area of the panties.Master applies lude to both plugs and then roughly does the same to you. His hands are cold as he slides a finger into your already wet pussy. And then the same to your ass, you squeak slightly as he does.Next, he kneels in front of you, lifts each food into the panties, and slides them up your legs. You feel the first hard rubber dildo at your pussy and then you force yourself open as it slides in. You gasp at the sudden fullness. Next the same at your ass this takes more pressure but quickly the muscles give out and the familiar sore stretching informs you it is deep inside.Master smooths the rest of the garment up to it rests snugly around your waist. In the full-length mirror opposite you, you admire the effect. There is no outward sign of the plugs, just a smooth black latex finish, very pleasing to the eye.“Stockings I think”, the master announces. The stockings are again black latex. When he starts to roll this first one up your leg you realize it’s quite thick. It continues all the way up to your inner thigh, with only about an inch between its top and the crotch strap that’s securing the plugs. He sheaths the other leg in the same manner."right time for makeup."You are handed your makeup kit and offered the chair at the dining table where a small mirror has been set up.“ I want a dark gothic look. Don’t worry about your hair.”Slightly confused you go for back lipstick and black and grey eye shadow, with lots of eyeliner. Master looks satisfied. He turns and picks some things up from the table. When he turns back u see it is a Black latex hood, with a cut out for the face. He pulls your hair back and eases it over your head. The cut-out for the face starts from your lower lip and ends slightly above your eyebrows.Your hair, ears, and chin are all covered, and it's tight around your neck. Again satisfied. He beacons you over to the middle of the room again.He holds up a latex body with long arms, at the end of the arms are attached gloves, there is a sort of turtle neck short zip at the back.You are made to kneel. With your arms above your head. The garment is lowered over you and your arms and fingers are guided into the gloves. Then as he pulls it down your head comes through the neck and he asks you to stand. He fastens the body between your legs at the crotch. You look down and to your shock see both nipples sticking out round cutouts. The tightness of the latex has forced them into small cones with a tiny pink nub at the end. You look at your arms, they are now perfectly smooth shiny, and black. The gloves are so tight it’s hard to bend your fingers. But u suppose there won’t be much call for that tonight.He next offers a black Latex Skirt for you to step into, it's hard with the two large objects inside you.As he slides it up your legs it's pushing your knees together further increasing the pressure on the dildo in your pussy.Once he finally pulls the skirt over your hips your knees are pinned together. Now the only part of you that isn’t covered in black latex is your face. He places a black latex under-bust corset around you. As he starts to tighten it you realize this is much smaller than usual. You place your hand on your hips as he tightens the back. You feel your body being compressed down, smaller than u have been before. The pressure of the corset on the outside and the plugs on the inside, your head swims a little from all the sensations.Soon he is done, and you place your hands around your waist your middle is solid.A pair of black latex ballet heels. You lift each foot as he slides them on, and you lift yourself up accepting the pressure on your toes. He does the ankle straps up.He stands and walks around you. Feeling the tight latex covering as he goes. He runs his hand over your ass and up your back.He walks around to face you, “how do u feel?”“Warm and full” is about the only answer you could think of.He smiles and goes over to the bag on the coffee table. From it he produces a 2-inch-high steel collar, it’s like a circle of pipe, polished to a high shine, with a smaller steel ring attached to it.He places it around your neck, it only just fits, as he closes and locks it onto your neck with a small padlock. He makes sure the smaller ring is at the back of your neck.You try to swallow and while possible the collar tightens with each gulp. Next master produces a Ball gag, with a pump attachment.He places the smallish ball in our mouth and fastens the strap under your chin and behind your head.He give the pump a few squashes until the ball inflates and fill your mouth forcing your jaw right open.You give a few experimental mumbles. You are unable to make any meaningful noises.Smiling he says “we best do something about your arms”. He picks the bag up and walks behind you.We feel him attach a cuff around each latex encased wrist. Next he gently guides each arm up behind your back and clips the wrist to the ring on the back of the collar. Your arms are pined as high as you can bend them.You are just adjusting to this highly uncomfortable position when he uses a length of rope to pull your elbows together. The pressure on your shoulders is immense. You wince and struggle, against the bonds.“Good, now we are getting there” he announces cheerfully.He produces steel belt and attempts to place it around your waist, but it won’t close. He laughs. And walks behind you again, you feel him start again at the corset laces. The pressure increases again, and you start to find it hard to take, the pressure. you are moaning as master slowly decreases the diameter of your waist further.Suddenly he stops and ties off the laces. He retries the belt and with a bit of force he’s able to close and padlock it. Again, this belt has a small ring on it, again he places it towards the back.Out of the bag two 2 ankle cuffs and a length of shiny steel chain are produced. He places the cuffs around each ankle and attaches one end of the chain to the left ankle, then feeds it through the loop on the belt and attaches the other end to the right ankle.The chain is heavy and awkward.Master suddenly appears in front of you, and smiles.Shall we go?” he enquires with a cruel smile.The drive while only 15 minutes was hellish. being in a seated position increased the pressure of the corset considerably, and with your arms folded up behind you, as you leaned back in pulled at your shoulders. you sit breathlessly perched in the back seat of the car; help upright only by the modest tension of the seat belt that he had secured you with. Master wore his dinner suit with bow tie. As he opened the car door at the venue, you could see the tie wasn’t perfectly straight. unfortunately, without the use of your arms he had been forced to tie it himself. he unbuckles the belt and takes your weight as you swing your legs around and your latex pointe shoes find the hard tarmac. he lifts you upright. " OK?" he asks. u give as much of a nod as the collar will allow. he seems to understand and smiles. "Good lets go in". Slowly you make your way over to the entrance to a large old-fashioned house. the large double doors are old with metal studs, the brickwork is a reddish brown with logs on concrete mouldings. As you step up the three stairs to the door, it opens and a bright light from within almost blinds you. You can hear lots of chattering voices. mostly men. you are just inside when a woman's voice rings out. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to begin the first or the 3 rounds. Spectators, please move to the bar area, while I seat the players. most of the large ball room empties, and you see the other 7 players for the first time. 6 men and to your surprise a woman. next to each player is their stake. You realise that you are in possibly the most restrictive outfit. most of the other women are corseted and in ballet heels, all but one is gaged. but you are the only one whose arms are so cruelly bound. the stake belonging to the female player is a tall skinny man wearing only a small pair of trunks and I high leather collar. he is being led along by a chain, which rather than being connected to his collar disappears into his trunks. he winces in pain as she tugs the meter long chain but is silenced by a large gag. The organiser is wearing a long black satin ball gown and walks along and inspects each stake. She gives the male stakes chain a gentle tug, and smiles in approval. When she reaches you, she walks all the way around you and remarks to master "Very good". You smile with pride behind the gag. "Players please take a seat. It will be a knockout competition. You take your tribute for each game. Each game you win earns you a single night with the other player’s stake. You can call in you prize at any time, even tonight.". All the players nod. The cards for the first game are cut and dealt. The master is playing a fat middle aged man, with a tacky comb over in a velvet jacket. His stake is in her 30s and is clearly suffering in the ballet boots. She is shifting her weight from foot to foot and keeps massaging her tightly compressed waist. the over bust corset is clearly at its limit and her surgically enhanced breasts are bulging over the top. you look her in the face and the from the corner of very sad, heavily painted eye a tear appears. You realize that while you are fair from comfortable at least your mater knew your limits and only took you to it, not past as this poor creature was. Master quickly dispatched the opponent. The look of terror in the women's eyes was clear. Her master was angry, and he went to drag her off. master stopped him. " I will take my prize tonight if you don’t mind!". the man looked angrily at master as squares up. Master doesn’t flinch. "Ok do what u want with the slut" he yells in capitulation and storms off. Master leads you both out into the hall. He reaches up and removes her gag. "What is your name?" "Jo" she whimpers, "What do u want me to do sir" her eyes cast down. " I think I want you to service my every whim. And right now, my whim is for you to get in the taxi I'm about to call for you, and you go home." Relief washed over her face " yes sir " she beamed and hobbled over to the entrance. Master looks to you, grins "Don’t think you are getting off so easily". You are led back to the tables, proud of master’s kindness. The next game is against a very smartly dressed man. black suit, black tie. shiny shoes. he sits at the table and lays out his lighter, cigarette case. he turns to his stake and points at a spot on the floor, and barks" stand there". This tall slim women of about 25 follows his command. her point shoes instead of being boots are just shoes. Only now do u notice the thin silver chain the connects both ankles which connects to another very thing chain the goes to her wrists. she can only stand with her hands just in front of her hanging down. she is unable to raise her hands at all. her corset is a satin over bust and sits over a very tight pencil skirt forcing her knees together. she is clearly experienced at being bound like this as the shoes do not appear to be giving her any issues. her hair is smoothed and pulled up into a high ponytail. winged eyeliner and red lips. Just what aster likes. The game is again quite quick. both players bet big. in the final hand master triumphs again. the other player offers his hand and then stands. "Would you like to take her now or another evening." he says offering his stake. "Thank you," says master shaking his hand "Another evening would suit me best". The man opens his cigarette case and produces a card. "Please make all the arrangements with my secretary." He turns to you and sighs " and I was so looking forward to playing with your lovely creature”. With that he bows and talks away, his stake tottering after him.Master turns and smiles. " I fancy a drink, come!" he commands, and heads over to the bar. At the bar, he orders 2 glasses on champagne. while the barmen fill the order he reaches over and removes the gag. You wiggle your jaw in relief. Master plies the glass to your lips allowing you to take a sip while he drinks his own. Another man wonders over to chat to master. " James, how's your night going?" he asks sir. "Good, good. I made the final round." "Outstanding. you will be up against Viki. she's a demon with the cards." "Really, " master replied excitedly. " I'm not up for a night with her prize myself, but it might be fun to let him loose on Liz here?" The other man looks you up and down, "yes, she really is lovely. and so well trained. A credit to you James. Master smiles at you. you beam with pride. The other man excuses himself, and master continues to let you sip at your drink. As he tips the last of the fizz down your throat, he replaces the gag. " right, we best see if we can win." he winks and leads you back to the gaming tables. Sat across is Viki, she smiles. " Hello James. I'm Viki." "Pleasure to meet you, and best of luck. The cards are dealt. Just as the master goes to pick up his cards, he reaches into his jacket pocket and presses the remote he has concealed there. You had almost forgotten about the plug filling your pussy, suddenly it comes to life. Vibrating harshly. You give a squeak of surprise. Master looks at you, with a disappointed face. you know u have let him down. If the collar would allow it you would have hung your head. As the first hand is played you focus on staying still and not succumbing to the warm sensation spreading up through your groin. You are lost in the moment when the spectators being to gently clap. U missed it. U look around in panic, unsure who won. has master lost you in defeat. He stands and looks at you. reading the panic in your eyes, he says " its ok. I won." He pauses, "Right, shall we go?". u didn’t have time to answer. "Right, Vicki, if I may claim my prize." she nods. and her stake walks to stand behind you. Master leads you both out to the car. Both of you in the back seat please. The skinny man sits in the back seat, and master helps you in. but does not do up your seatbelt. are returns to the other side and speaks. "I'm told you answer to mike?" Mike nods. "Good, remove your trunks." Mike does what he's told and slides them down. he has a large hard cock. and is shaved of all hair. the tip of his penis is pierced. "Good please lace your hands on the headrest behind you." As he does master takes a pair of handcuffs out of the seat pouch and secures mikes hands. He the returns and removes your gag. Once master finally gets seated in the driver’s seat, he explains the game. " right, thought we would get to know each other better. Liz you know that bull whip you hate so much?" u nod. "Why do u hate it?" "It hurt so much sir." "that’s right, so the loser of this game will get 3 lashes with the bull whip. Bumble to win, you simply have to make mike cum in the time it takes me to drive us home. mike for you its simple. Don’t cum.. Clear?" Mike and yourself look at each other and both nod. "Good you may begin" and he starts the engine.As the car pulls away you drop to your knees on the floor behind the passenger seat. you lean over as much as the corset will allow, and Mike scoots forward to allow your mouth access to his cock. You take in it in slowly. He's not a small man. u gag slightly as you allow the head to slide past your soft pallet. you begin to work you mouth up and down the full length of his shaft. Dragging your tongue up the underside of the head and flicking the piercing, then sucking hard as you draw back down onto it. As you come up from breath, there are tendrils of salvia connecting his cock to you wet lips. Breath recovered you go back down again aware that home is not fa away. You feel Mike stiffen, but he doesn’t cum. You redouble your efforts and work more furiously. At your next breath stop, u stop and look up at Mike his smiling, clearly enjoying the ride. Worried about the prize for losing you refocus, and this time try more pressure with your tongue. You are focused on the task, when you head the dreaded sound of Tyres on the Gravel drive. Mike starts to laugh. U bite the side of his shaft. He stops. You have lost. Master unlock Mikes hands, and then they both help you out the car onto your tortured toes. U scowl at mike. Master stares are u sternly "be nice to our guest". At that he leads you both inside. Mike leads you into the lounge and spots the chain hanging from the ceiling. he positions you under it and looks to master. He nods and mike attaches the chain t the same ring on the back of your collar that your wrist cuffs are hooked too. He steps back and stands to attention with is eyes cast down. "Good" Master says cheerfully. "Now mike I believe you have a prize to claim. "Yes sir". she speaks. Master sits down in the comfy chair in front of you. Staring at your corseted, contorted, latex covered body. "The Bull whip is in the trunk. Fetch it." He does as bid and returns to stand behind you. "right, you have 3 goes. I would like you see if you can get the tip to crack on her chest.". Mike was so quick off the mark you had no time to prepare. You feel a mighty impact against your side as the whip lands, the tip flicking around your body and sticking you exposed left nipple which a loud crack. Un-gaged for once you scream.Pain tears through your left breast. "Good hit" master cheers. Let’s try the right nipple this time. Again, you try to draw breath but the impact arrives too soon. As requested, he is right on target and the tip strikes the right nipple. You try not to scream but it comes out any way. The hot burning pains is now radiating from your whole chest. Tears form in your eyes. master steps forward and wipes them away. "Ok mike, last go. wherever you choose." and master steps away. Mike comes and stands in front of you. You see him wind up and swing the whip out to the side, it strikes on your hip and the tail swings around and lands with a loud painful crack on your left ass cheek. you squeak in pain, as the whole area is engulfed in the familiar burning sensation. Master lifts the whip out of mikes hands. " Ok I think she's had enough o that. Un hook her please." As he does your knees give way. and you tumble to the floor. Master spins and whips mike hard across the back. Mike lets out a yell. "Did I say drop her? She precious." Master calmed admonishes him, "Pick her up, and lay he on her front on the coffee table". While it’s good to be off your feet, laying on your whipped breasts s quite painful. Master removes the skirt and undoes the body and removes the panties with the large plugs. You feel the cold air on your pussy. master has a gentle probe. "You know mike, I think she actually liked that?" master remarks. Forgetting yourself you reply, "no sir, I didn’t". "Such impudence. Mike slaps her. Hard". Mike steps forward hand slaps you hard across the face. you whimper. "Again, other side". the second blow feels worse. Mike looks down at you in disgust. "How dare you talk without permission" master explains. "Are you sorry?" u nod. Good. U have embarrassed our guest. u own him apologies. "I'm sorry Mike." u mumble. "Right, now we are friends again, mike to prove she is sorry, she going to let you fuck her face. Hard". Mike needs no encouragement he knees in front of you and drives his cock into your waiting mouth, straight down deep into your throat. he starts to pound away hard. you are only able to get half breaths every few strokes. you feel you are about to lose consciousness when he cums deep in your throat. you coke a little as he withdraws. Tears of humiliation are running down your cheeks, and cum dripping from your mouth, Master throws mike a towel. "Please clean yourself up. and then her.Mike wipes his cock dry, then roughly grabs a hand full of your hair and lifts your head. he smears the towel over your face, abruptly drops your head. "Mike, What did I tell you about treating her carefully. go and stand by er feet. I think its time we turned the tables a little. Master rolls you over. "Now. Mike here is going to go down on you. "Master looks over at a smiling mike. " Very every minute you hold out and don’t cum, that will be another strike of the cane that Mike receives." Mike ad stopped smiling. "Good, I think we all know the rules." Master pulls out his phone and starts the timer. With a new hatred of this man, you resolved to hold on as long as possible. " Go”. Mikes tongue is immediately a your clit. It’s almost like its motorized with the speed and pressure he's flicking at the little red nub. Then you feel his fingers parting you and first a single finger slides into your wet hole. You moan. Then you feel masters’ hands on your breasts. you close your eyes and try not to focus on the sensations going on in your body. You imagine you are elsewhere. You have no idea how much time passes, but you are suddenly brought back as master is gently prising your jaw open. At some point he has removed his trousers and is now sliding his cock into your mouth. Mike is still working feverously on your clit, as master slides his cock into your throat you are looking up into his eyes and the smile on his face, as he starts to gently slide his shaft in and out. You decide to ignore the asshole currently licking your pussy and focus on pleasing master. Using your tongue, you start to tease ad play with his shaft as he lowers it into your mouth. You try and take it deep as you can. You are enjoying the fact you are pleasing master so much your almost don’t notice the pressure wave building in your groin, when you do notice its too late to prevent it, master can see it in your eyes, and you feel him stiffen, Just as you buck your hips and cum, master unloads deep in your throat. You swallow making sure not to make a mess. He gently withdraws. "Well done mike" he says checking his phone, that only took you 14 minutes." Mike looks dejected.After master had cleaned up, he goes and gets his cane. He makes mike hold it while he lifts you off the table. and kneels you next to it. " Now mike, take Liz place please." Mike does so nervously. "Now, I think you should a least have something to bite down on. Liz, please place your right nipple between his teeth.". You nervously do as you are told. Mike applies pressure, you squeak. "Now if you draw blood mike, I will make sure you can’t walk out of here. Understood." "Yes sir" With that master lands the first strike. Mike tenses and bites down you whimper. The second and tried strokes are much the same. crack, tense whimper. As they progress, he starts to bite harder. You start to squeal. After 8 strikes. master suggests you change nipple. You do as instructed and master begins the final 6. By the end mikes eyes have welled up and your nipples are screaming. "Mike stand please." Mike does sp. "it’s been a lovely evening. A private car as waiting outside, I called it from my phone. Please give my compliments to Ms Viki. Mike nods Bows to you, and then master and leaves carrying his trunks in his hand. As the sound of the door closing rings through the flat. master relaxes. "Well, I have had a lovely time." He moves behind you and unbinds your arms. which have been bound as such for 5 hours now. He slowly lowers then to your sides. Then undoes the collar and removes the hood and unlaces the corset. Slowly he peels away each layer until you are only left wearing the stockings and ballet boots. He picks you up and carries you through to the bedroom. Due to the position, you have been n all evening you find you can’t move your arms. He sits you up in his bed and brings you a glass of water. once you are refreshed, he lies you down, and gently fucks you. You understand it’s his way of reclaiming you as his. Once you cum for the final time he finally unlaces the ballet heels, and peels of the stockings. Naked and sore you start to drift off as you feel him side in next to you wrapping his arms over you.
