Rita and Sue
Rita had been in rapture for the whole of the next week, telling Sue over and over just how great it felt to be tied and used as her new master did.
“The whole concept is overwhelming," she told Sue, "I come like there is no tomorrow. You should try it!”
Sue declined but agreed to go with her for her next appointment. Rita’s excitement was contagious and both looked forward to the next weekend, when Rita had booked a whole morning session.
The man met them dressed all in black, a menacing air to his welcome. Rita had been in contact with him all week, asking for him to step up the experience as she wasn’t scared and now trusted him. (Enough for her to ask for specifics, which the man was happy to provide.)
Rita stripped in his office and her wrists and ankles were locked into shackles with her wrists behind her, using the same old-style forged shackles used in the slave trade. A thick canvas hood covered her head, and a neck collar was locked over, it holding the hood in place.
The man made Rita walk in front of him, guiding her by a cane tapping on her flanks. He drove her fast, making her stumble against the shackles. Going downstairs seemed to take ages, as Rita had to feel each step with her toes and edge right up to lip of the step, as the shortness of the chain between her ankle cuffs prevented her from taking them normally. Once downstairs she was placed into a cell and the door locked.
The man looked at Sue. “Could you give me a hand with something?” Sue looked a bit perplexed. “Rita has asked to be left like that for an unspecified length of time. So you might get a little bored. So come and explore my cellars.”
Sue couldn’t see any point just watching Rita wander around a cell bumping into things, so she followed him. As they walked the man chatted about normal things.
'He really is a nice bloke who cares about his customers,' she thought as they walked down a long corridor and went down another flight of stairs. “God, how big is this place?” she asked.
“Well, when my father built it he realised the value of constant temperature. So the upper wine cellar is about 5 degrees C and I have to heat it. This level is heated by thermal heating from the floor, as is the lower level."
He unlocked a huge door and they entered a big vault-like room. In the middle stood a solid block of stone with an opening covered by a grill. The man unlocked it and pulled a out metal tray supporting what looked like a body wrapped in bandages like a mummy.
Sue felt startled. She knew that Rita loved being tightly restrained but this seemed a bit extreme! The body was strapped to the tray with thick leather belts spaced every ten inches.
“This is Heather. She like strict bondage, the longer the better. She has been here for 12 hours.” He began unbuckling the leather straps and with a look encouraged Sue to help. When they had undone the mummy (which Sue noticed was shapely underneath all that wrapping) he helped it sit up.
Motioning Sue to hold its head he started to unwrap the thick gauze bandages from the feet up. Sue looked at the head and noticed a tube sticking out of its mouth. As more was exposed she could see that the woman’s skin was mottled from the weave of the bandages. When they reached the hips Sue had to hold the woman upright while she gained enough strength to stand.
“Heather has been in there for about twelve hours, and for a body to lie this compact, it makes the legs go very wobbly.”
'Having that great thing stuffed up her might not help either,' Sue thought as she noticed the base of a large vibrator.
The unwrapping process had gotten to the top of Heather’s breasts and Sue decided she must be fairly old from the shape and texture of them. The bandages were off a little while later and Sue was very surprised to see a large rubber ball stuffed behind Heather's teeth. There was a tube through a hole in the ball.
The woman was quite old from Sue's point of view, about 45, but very beautiful and with a cracking body. The woman shrugged her arms and started to move about. She looked at the man with pleading eyes and made stuffed moaning sounds through her gag.
The man laughed and just passed Sue a drinking bottle with a narrow spout. Sue guessed where it went placed it into the end of the tube and squeezed some fluid into the woman's mouth. The woman’s eyes smiled at her as Sue squeezed some more water through the gag.
The man Sue a set of rigid cuffs and told her to put them on the woman as he started to wrap all the bandages up. Sue looked at the woman and she shrugged, turning her back to Sue, closing her wrists together.
Clicking the right one on first Sue moved Heather's left one to the base and clicked it closed, making sure there were no gaps. 'I quite like the power of this,' she thought as she retightened the other cuff. She knew that Rita wanted her to tie her up back the flat they shared, as self-bondage wasn’t enough for her now she had tried the real thing, and Sue felt a waft of lust as she imagined it was Rita she was cuffing.
“If you can, will you remove that dildo for me?” the man asked.
Sue looked between the woman’s legs at the base of the dildo and thought 'why not?'. Grasping the dildo she pulled and realised it was stuck. 'Her lower lips are as dry as her mouth,' she thought, and diddled Heather's clit to try to turn her on and provide the lubrication it needed.
Heather groaned and widened her stance. Sue gently moved the dildo up and down and twisted it until she felt it give. Heather's eyes widened and she gave a low groan.
The man laughed and said, “Go on… finish her off!”
Sue looked shocked, but he just grinned at her. Shrugging, she thought, 'What the hell, why not?' Reaching up she squeezed the long hard nipples while pulling on the dildo and diddling with her thumb. 'I wonder if this makes me a lesbian,' she thought as she rammed it home.
Heather groaned loudly and staggered onto Sue’s shoulder. The dildo slurped out and Sue looked at its girth. “Bloody hell! No wonder it took some getting out.”
The man just grinned. He helped Heather stand upright. Passing a pair of leg irons to Sue, he watched as she clicked them tightly around Heather's ankles, maybe a little too tightly.
Smiling to himself he pointed to a door. “Take her to the kitchen and feed her for me, will you? Go easy getting the gag out. The weetabix and milk is in fridge. Make yourself a drink. I'll have tea with one sugar please”. He smiled at Sue.
She smiled back, and taking Heather's arm pulled her along, slightly quicker that she was able to walk with the short chain connecting the cuffs. Inside the door Sue realised it was a lift. Pushing the button for the ground floor she felt the floor buck and they were off.
The lift actually opened out in the kitchen. Sue helped Heather over to a chair and lifted her arms to go over the backrest. Noticing a chain with a lock-off bar at the base, she looped it over the handcuffs and threaded the chain into the slot, thus holding Heather's arms behind the chair.
Sue smiled at the idea of how she was thinking like Rita, just the opposite way round; did that mean she was turning into a… what was it called? A dominate or something… 'Actually I do feel a little sexy,' she thought as she looked around the kitchen. It was massive with lots of gadgets and expensive stuff. Sue found the fridge and prepared the weetabix.
Moving back to the chair she unbuckled the straps on the gag and pulled against the strap that ran through middle of tube. Heather groaned and whimpered. Sue placed her fingers behind Heather's jaw and massaged the muscles until she felt them ease.
The ball dropped out into her hand. Heather groaned and moved her jaw together with a click.
“Thank you mistress!” she whispered in a husky voice. Sue realised Heather was thirsty, and filled a glass of water and held it up to her lips.
Feeding the weetabix to Heather took longer than expected, and the master walked into the kitchen carrying a bag just as Sue wiped the milk off Heathers breasts. He smiled and walked over and bending down kissed Heather on the mouth. Sues eyes went wide and she grinned.
“Heather is my wife,” he smiled at Sue. "She is someone for you to practice on, as I think you would make a good dom for Rita and any other woman that wants to be domed by a woman."
“What… you want to train me to be a Dom? I’m not even a lesbian!”
Heather laughed out loud. “It's not a crime to be one. I am only sort of one. The bondage makes it okay, you are providing a service, so it’s not really lesbianism!”
Sue didn’t follow the logic.
“We would pay you a small wage as well," the master said. "We let women contribute to the running of this place. A lot of women come here as it’s safe, secure and very discrete. I would prefer to train you up and have a home grown Dom than one we bring in.”
“But why doesn’t Heather do it?” Sue asked
Heather smiled a little coy smile. “Because, I couldn’t play the role! You have the ability!” She smiled at Sue who looked a little perplexed.
“It’s just the fact that you put my cuffs on me and locked them behind the chair; you can do this. I will be your trainer; you can tie me and your friend Rita. Hey, you get to Dom us both.”
Sue wasn’t so sure. 'Hell, I didn’t know what a Dom was until Rita brought me here,' she thought. “Can I think about it?” she asked.
They both nodded and said yes.
Sue sat chatting to Heather while waiting for Rita to have her fun. Sue found that she liked the idea, but would have to think a little about how she would actually admit it to herself and to the world.
And to Rita. “Oh Rita!”
End of part 2