0 comments/ 162689 views/ 28 favorites Kaitlyn & Kelly By: teasemeplz Kaitlyn is a bitch. That is all I have to say. Kaitlyn and I share an apartment, we have for about 5 years now. We have known each other a little longer than that, maybe a year longer. I found out about her "lifestyle" just after she moved in to my place. She was looking for an apartment, we got along, and I needed a roomie, so things worked out. Well, actually, things better than worked out. I came to find out that Kaitlyn was very into what she called "D&s," although she would never explain what that term exactly meant. I figured it had to do with tying guys up, since she always tied guys up in her bedroom. I asked her on numerous occasions why she did that, and what the term meant. She never answered. One day, when I really pressed her on it, she told me. "I like to dominate men. They like to be submissive," she told me. "So, I'm the `D' and they are the `s.'" I didn't understand what she meant. I knew what domination and submission was. In fact, I was quite experienced as a submissive, but I had never heard of a woman dominating a man. So I asked her what she meant. "Well, I tie men up, and . . .". Before she completed her answer I interjected. "But, I like to be tied up, it's not normal for men to like it." She looked at me and smiled. "So, you like to be tied up, Kelly? I never would have guessed. So if you like it, what's so unnatural about other people liking it?" I tried to explain that I thought it was only something that women would like, or had experienced and she explained to me that she knew lots of men who enjoyed it. I was blown away. I would have never guessed it. That night passed, and it was a few weeks before the subject came up again. When it did, I found myself talking to Kaitlyn about how much I enjoyed being bound, about how erotic and stimulating it was for me. I even told her that it didn't matter who tied me up, just as long as they did it. Once I said that she paused. "Really?" she asked, "it doesn't matter who ties you up? Not at all?" I thought about it, and I finally concluded that it didn't. It was almost like the bondage was the sexual part for me, the person had nothing to do with it really. That night, Kaitlyn offered to tie me up. She told me that she was something of an expert, but even experts needed practice at their craft. It sort of hit me out of the blue. I didn't know what to say, but after I thought about it, I agreed. Now, I need to explain something about our relationship. Neither Kaitlyn nor I are lesbian. Our interest in bondage was mutual, and we decided that we could help each other out. Part of our agreement was that the way we would handle this would be strictly non-sexual, and only for the pleasure of bondage. In my case being tied, in her case the tying. We had both confessed that was the element that turned us on the most. Kaitlyn had always tied men up, but she confided in me that she found several of the pictures she had seen of bound women to be very erotic and that they turned her on. We agreed, however, there would be no sexual element involved at all. No kissing, no oral sex, and not even masturbation. We both agreed and sealed our agreement with a handshake. That evening, we agreed, at seven o'clock, we would sit down and discuss some limits and ideas and the equipment that would be used. We would set out our ground rules. I sent the rest of the day fantasizing about my night of bondage. It was going to be wonderful. I could be tied, without worring about being sexually assulted, or having some guy think I was nuts. I also knew that Kaitlyn was going to do a very good job. She was an expert, and she had all the equipment one could ever wish for. Many a night while she was out, I had slipped into her room and tried on some of her gear, leather cuffs, gags and blindfolds. Almost always, I would end up with my wrists tied together in front of me, gagged and blindfolded, wearing small nipple clamps with my ankles tied together. From there, I would hop, as best I could, back to my room, fall on my bed and grope around until I found the vibrator I left there for me. Once I got ahold of it, I would begin masturbating (sometimes for as long as two hours) bound, gagged and blindfolded, until I was exhausted. Then, I would hop back, unlock myself and return her equipment. Many a night I saw her collection, and much of what she owned was alien to me. Quite a bit of it I had never seen before or didn't understand. Those nights of fantasy, I though, were to become a thing of the past. Tonight would be real, I would not be able to hop anywhere, I hoped. Nor would I be able to unlock myself. I would need Kaitlyn to do that for me. I trusted her completely. Finally, when seven o'clock rolled around, we met in the living room, on the couch. We began talking. "So, how are we going to do this?" Kaitlyn asked. "Well," I told her, "I want you to tie me up." "How?" she inquired, "I mean real tight? Or loose? Or what? How long? What do you want me to use? What should I do once you are tied up? What kind of stuff do you like?" I blushed a little, I had never talked like this with anyone, much less my room mate. "Well," I started," I kinda want to be tied up so that I. . .". I paused. "So that you what?" Kaitlyn asked. "So I can't move. Not too uncomfortable or anything, but really tight. Ya know what I mean?" I asked sheepishly. "Oh, I know what you mean," Kaitlyn told me, smiling. "And how long do you want to be kept like this?" she continued. "Well, if it's o.k," I continued, "until tomorrow, maybe lunchtime." Kaitlyn was now smiling very wide. She shook her head, "I didn't think you were really serious, but you are, aren't you. You really want this, you really need it, don't you. I know you play with my stuff when I'm gone, but you need more than that don't you?" Oh Shit, I thought. She knows. My look must have turned to one of sheer embarassment. Kaitlyn reached over and gave me a nice hug. "It's o.k. Kelly," she told me, "I understand. I'll tie you up, if that's what you want, don't be embarassed. I have some surprises for you, I think you'll like them. Why don't we get started. But we must remember our deal. No sex, no masturbation, nothing like that, right?" I agreed. Kaitlyn stood up and went into her room. When she came back, she was dressed up very nicely. A black leather mini, and a large red cotton blouse, and a wide black leather belt. She wore a nice pair of black pumps, which accented her tan legs. She picked up a chair from the dining room. It was fairly heavy, done in oak and wicker. Nice choice, I though, lots of place to hang ropes and things. I smiled. She pulled it over to the center of the room, about 10 feet back from our big screen TV (a gift from one of her clients, that was one of the pleasures of living with Kaitlyn!). She told me to sit in the chair and get comfortable. I did. She went into her room and came back with a very large gym bag. "Guess you've seen most of this stuff before, huh? But I bet you don't know what half of it is for." She smiled, "Tonight, my dear, you find out." She asked me if I prefered to be tied in my clothes, my underwear or naked. She asked without showing a preference for any. I asked her which was best, and we finally both agreed on me wearing only my underwear. I stood up and stripped down to my Calvin Klein briefs and sports bra. Kaitlyn nodded approvingly. Then she looked at me very seriously and told me to remember what she had to say. "If anything is too tight, you tell me. If anything becomes too tight, cuts off circulation or even gets too uncomfortable, you let me know. Also, if anything is too loose, tell me that too. I don't want you making an early escape." She laughed and I agreed. First, Kaitlyn put a pair of beautiful fur lined red leather cuffs on my ankles, and she took a length of rope out and asked me to wrap my arms back around behind the chair. I did and she slowly and methodically tied my wrists together. They were tight, but not constricting. I could wiggle my wrists a little, but only a bit. "Tighter, please," I told her. "Don't worry, Kelly," she explained, "it will be, I have barely started. Trust me for the moment. I'll ask you how it feels when I'm done." I had a certain sense of confidence and security. My fingers, if I wiggled my wrists just right, could reach the knots. They felt tight, but I knew if things got too unbearable, I could probably work my way out. I was actually a bit relieved. The second thing that Kaitlyn did was to work my elbows back and forth a bit, until they managed to touch. Once they did, she put two small, soft cuffs on each and clipped them together. My breasts stuck out and my back arched a bit, but otherwise it felt rather comfortable. Between my elbows there was some play, I could separate them maybe an inch or so. Being tied like this was not as strict as I had hoped, but I felt wonderful being so confined. I was secure that I could get out if I had too, but I knew, for now, I didn't want to. It reminded me of my sessions in my room, and my crotch began getting damp. I started to feel very horny at the moment. My security was taken away, when Kaitlyn pulled out a large roll of wide white adhesive tape. She stepped behind me and I could hear her wrapping it around the rope behind my back. My fingers reached up and I could feel that she had taped up the rope and knots. Now it was tighter, and I could no longer wiggle my wrists or reach the knots. "Too much?" she asked. I responded shaking my head no. But to my surprise, I could barely vocalize my thoughts, all I could think about was how hot my crotch was becoming. My breathing was deeper and my thoughts were scrambling. "You are really getting turned on my dear," Kaitlyn added pointing to the now noticable wet mark on my panties. "But remember," she told me strenly, "no sex, and no masturbation." I nodded, briefly coming out of the haze that had come over me. Kaitlyn stepped over to her bag and pulled out what looked like a long leather sleeve, with several straps at the top. It was one of the things that I had never recognized. "This is an armbinder, Kelly," she informed me, "I think you'll like it." She stepped behind me and I felt it slide up over my wrists and then my elbows and then all the way up to my shoulders. It was snug, but not uncomfortable. Then, Kaitlyn began lacing it, and it grew tighter and tighter as the laces rose up my arms. When she was done, they were totally imprisoned, and totally immobilized. To make things worse, or better, she ran a strap under my armpits and buckled it back behind my neck, making sure it wouldn't slide back off. Then she set about pulling several bands tight. One at my wrist, one above and one below my elbows and one on my upper arms. "There is padding in the sleeve, so not matter how uncomfortable this part gets, there is no way you can lose circulation, so you don't have to worry about being in danger. Of course, if you can't handle it, let me know." This pulled me out of my haze again. In fact, it sounded like a personal challenge. One I was not about to back down on. I felt something soft touching my back and then it was gone and back again, over and over. Finally I figured out what it was when Kaitlyn pulled firmly on a rope she held at my shoulders. She had laced the armbinder to the back of the chair, it felt firmly attached in a dozen or more places. Now I was totally immobilized and completely unable to move, even to adjust my position on the chair. Now Kaitlyn began on my knees, cuffing them and then attaching them to the arms of the chair. My feet were about 6 inches off the ground, and if I strained to point my toes, I could just barely touch the ground with them. "Perfect," she remarked. Lengths of rope were wound around my thighs, tying them securely to the arms of the chair. As a result, my legs too were immobilized, and my legs were spread wide open. Next my ankles were clipped to the chair legs and rope was again wrapped around my calves until I couldn't move them either. "How's that feel," Kaitlyn asked, with a great deal of pride. "Wonderful," I gasped, "but you forgot to do my waist, chest and head." "I didn't forget, my dear," she informed me, "we only halfway done." I gasped, shut my eyes and felt a strange sensation well up in my stomach. Before I noticed, Kaitlyn was putting a very wide, thick leather collar around my neck. "This will help with your posture," she told me and she was right. It eliminated all up and down movement in my head and my side to side movement was only an inch or two. That quickly ended as she slid two very thick, hard pieces of leather underneath the collar. They pushed firmly into my cheeks, making my lips pucker involuntarily. They also made it impossible to move my head sideways. "I know you like to be gagged, so I have figured something out for you," Kaitlyn remarked. With a good bit of effort, she forced a strange looking hourglass piece of polyurathene into my mouth. My teeth were forced down into some pre-made grooves and the large end, in my mouth, rested against my tongue, pushing it against the bottom of my mouth. I could feel air coming in, and realized there was a hole cut through the center. "No chance of choking, or of spitting this one out, girlie," Kaitlyn told me. Next I expected a blindfold, but Kaitlyn told me she had surprise for me instead. She proceeded to cinch large, buckling leather straps around my waist and my chest, above and below my breasts, tightly securing me to the chair. Now everything was done. The only things I could do was wiggle my fingers which stuck out of the bottom of my armbinder and point my toes. Thinking we were done, I sat back and enjoyed it. It was bliss! But before I realized what was happening, Kaitlyn was stretching my fingers out behind me. She had placed a large wooden cutout of a hand between my palms, and was now using the wide white adhesive tape to wrap each pair of fingers to the board facing each other. I could no longer wiggle my fingers! The feeling in my crotch grew, and I knew, even the slightest touch would send me rocketing into uncontrolable orgasmic spasms. But the touch never came. If I could have, I would have asked Kaitlyn to break our agreement, to touch me, to use my vibrator, to do something, even just slide my panties in one direction or the other. There I was staring into the big screen TV. I could see my reflection, bound and helpless, I looked VERY sexy. I figured that as why she choose this spot. I tried to wiggle and turn, but I couldn't budge a single muscle. Kaitlyn laughed and teased me. "Remember, it was your ground rules. No sex, no masturbation. I would have done it too," she giggled, "but now, I'll just have to go do it alone. Awwww," she teased, "poor baby." Then she finished my bondage off. She pointed my toes to the floor and taped my feet to the chair legs. My toes were just a hair off the ground. She then wrapped all my toes together on my left foot in tape, so I couldn't move them and did the right foot the same way, except she left my big toe free. "You have beautiful feet, Kelly," she told me, as she wrapped the tape around my toes. The next thing that happened was the strangest. She set a small walkie-talkie on the ground, turned on full volume. She took the other of the set and tucked it in her blouse, running a small earphone into her ear. "Now," she told me, "there is a large orange bar below your big toe. Press it once." I strained a bit, but reached it, with the only part of me that could still move. It sounded a short, dull tone. Kaitlyn nodded. "That is your only signal. If there is an emergency press that with your toe, hold it as long as you can. Otherwise, you're on your own." She turned an walked to the door. "Oh, I'll be next door, visiting Donna. Call if you need me." She opened the door, and began to walk out. "Oh, shit, I almost forgot." She went into her room and returned with a video tape, and stuck it in the machine. I couldn't look away because of my bondage. My eyes widened as I saw the screen. It was a shot of my bed. And then, to my horror, I saw myself, gagged, blindfolded and bound wrist and ankles hopping into the room, groping for my vibrator. "That BITCH," I thought, "she taped my masturbation session!" Kaitlyn looked at me and smiled, "I thought you might like to see what you're missing. I'll be back in two hours to change the tape." Then she kissed me on the cheek and left the room, locking the door behind her. There I sat for the next two hours getting hornier and hotter. I could feel that my panties were completely drenched. I fantasized about my vibrator, about men, about everything. Finally, I thought about Kaitlyn and began to get a bit scared. No one had ever made me this hot, or feel this sexy. I wanted her to be there, to hold me, to touch me, to get me off. Somehow, I knew she wouldn't. But I also knew I had to try. I watched myself roll and wiggle on the bed, having orgasm after orgasm. I knew I needed one now! I knew I was ready to come. I tried to wiggle to touch myself, to get relief. Nothing worked. The more I struggled, the hotter I got. Finally, I heard Kaitlyn's voice on the walkie talkie. "I told Donna about your predicament. She wants to see it for herself. If you want us to come over and help you out, hit the orange button three times with your toe." Buzzzz, Buzzzz, Buzzzzz..... Now I just had to hang on and pray for relief! A half hour later, I heard the door openning. The tape was just about to end. "Oh my god," I heard Donna say, "you really did it! And you're right, she does look VERY HOT!" I closed my eyes and waited for whatever would come next. I couldn't turn my head to see either Kaitlyn or Donna, but I could hear them talking. Kaitlyn was telling her about the deal we made. "No sexual contact of any kind," she said, "isn't that right sweetie?" Donna stepped in front of me, in full view. She was a very cute woman who lived next door. She and Kaitlyn had known each other since high school. Judging from the way she was dressed, she must have had an interest in bondage herself. She was wearing a black leather dress, and high heel boots. And she was holding a riding crop in her hand. Kaitlyn stepped over and reached behind my head, unlocking the gag and slowly pulling it from my mouth. "You weathered the first storm pretty well, Kelly," she said, "But by looking at the wet spot between your legs, I can tell that you may have rethought things." Kaitlyn turned to Donna, telling her that she knew this would happen, it was just a matter of time. "No matter what happens, Kelly, you are going to stay tied like that until tomorrow. Lunchtime, I think it was? Right?" I said, as best I could with the pieces of leather smashing my cheeks to together, "Yuuuuh, Wunchtime." They both giggled. "So you haven't reconsidered? Not that it would matter if you did," she added. I shook my head, indicating no. "We agreed, right, Kelly, no sexual contact of any kind, not even masturbation? Right?" Kaitlyn asked. I responded as best I could, indicating that I wanted to change our agreement, all I could get out though was a "Wuuna mah-tu-bay." Kaitlyn understood. "So," she asked, "now you want to masturbate? Well, o.k. lets call that part off. We can masturbate then?" I nodded wildly in agreement, blinking my eyes rapidly. Then Kaitlyn turned into an even more intense bitch. She went into MY room, and came back with MY vibrator, and she and Donna, got undressed and put in a second tape. I recognized this one too. Again, it was me masturbating, and this time, I had really done myself up. I even got dressed for it in my own room, because I had to tie my ankles to the bed rails. Worse, this video, more than any other showed off two of my fetishes. Both of them took notice. Kaitlyn & Kelly "Boy," Donna said, "she really seems to love smelling those panties." "Shit," Kaitlyn interjected, "they are MY panties." They both watched in astonishment as I first wadded up a pair of Kaitlyn's panties and crammed them in my mouth, and then as I drapped another pair over my head so that the small cotton panel was directly over my nose. Then they watched with utter fascination as I took out several rolls of tape and began doing my favorite thing, I call it tape bondage. The video showed me wrapping my chest from the top of my stomach, up to my neck in wide bands of masking tape. I wrapped in so tightly that my breasts were almost invisible, squashed against my chest. I was so humiliated watching this with them right there. They were laughing and looking at me and making all sorts of comments about my fetish for panties and tape. Finally, they both just about lost it when I began wrapping my face, from my chin to my forehead in tape. I wrapped it very tightly, and the only space left open was a thin band around my nose. The panties were positioned over my face, so that my nose stuck out through these bands of tape, covered by Kaitlyn's panties. I remembered that the only thing I could smell, see, or hear was her. Watching this tape made me turn ten shades of red. I was exposed. Kaitlyn had been wildly masturbating, as was Donna to the whole scene. As I was plugging myself with the vibrator on tape, I could hear Kaitlyn moaning, and getting louder and louder. Finally, it stopped. She was cleaning herself up. She stood up and walked over to me. "This has been a long time coming, little Kelly. Stick out your tongue," she ordered. I stuck out my tongue as far as I could through my squashed lips. "Now lick this," Kaitlyn demanded, holding her panties right below my nose. I licked them and tasted her juices. She smeared my face with her musky panties. Then she hung them over my head, with the crotch right over my nose again. I inhaled deeply, soaking up her odors. "Well, Kelly, what are you waiting for...masturbate!" She demanded. Shit, I thought, I can't do anything. Kaitlyn began teasing me, asking if I forgot how. She began rubbing herself and asked if I needed help. I begged for it! She began tracing her long nails along the inside of my thigh where my leg meets my crotch. But she refused to touch my crotch. I was trying to kick and trying to scream, but nothing worked. Sweat was rolling off my face and my body was glistening with it. Finally, Kaitlyn put the vibrator between my legs, a half inch or so from my crotch. "If you can reach it, Kelly, you can have it," she laughed. Both she and Donna went into her bedroom and closed the door, leaving me to my frustration and to watch my tape, sniffing Kaitlyn's wonderful aroma, waiting for their return. All I could see was myself, wriggling on my bed, masturbating like crazy. I would have traded every masturbation session I have ever had for one quick stroke along my pussy. I kept calling out for Kaitlyn to come back, to help me somehow, but to no avail. I could hear something going on in the other room, but I couldn't turn my head and all I knew was that Kaitlyn and Donna were getting off like crazy. I could hear both of their moans and screams as they came. I was going absolutely nuts. Why were they doing this to me, what did they want? How long could I go on like this? Just as the tape was running out, Donna and Kaitlyn came back out. They both were flushed and, each looked very hot. Donna was still rubbing herself, bucking and moaning as she looked at me in my predicament. Kaitlyn removed her panties from my face. "God, you are more of a slut that I ever thought," she told me. "Well," she continued, "here is the deal. I can hardly back out all the way on our agreement. After all, what would people think. So, here is the deal. At lunchtime tomorrow, when you are released, you will have two options. First, you may decide to go back to what you have been doing all along, masturbating and fantasizing, using my stuff and playing with yourself, or you may decide to serve both myself and Donna as our slave girl. Now, you must realize that neither of us is lesbian, but we were both very turned on by seeing you tied up like that. The deal is, if you become our slave, you will be allowed to come whenever we decide. And when we decide you will come, it will be at the hands of our horny male slaves, eager to come and under our control. You have until tommorow, when we release you to decide." With that said, Kaitlyn replaced my gag and put in a new tape. This time, it was a tape of her dominating another woman. I watched in amazement. This time, Kaitlyn was dressed in a way had never seen before. She looked incredibly hot. And this time, not only was it Kaitlyn, but Donna too. On the floor between them was a very cute, young blond girl. She was naked, except for a pair of cuffs around her wrists, elbows, ankles and knees. I watched in utter amazement as they did everything that one could possibly conceive of to this girl. And then, in a moment of desparation, I got a very strange feeling. I began to wish that I was her. I wanted to be Kaitlyn's toy, her slave. I wanted to be at her complete mercy (as if I wasn't at this very moment!). I watched, getting hotter and hotter. But she was gone, she wasn't here. If she was I would have agreed to her terms in a minute. I pressed my toe onto the buzzer on the walkie talkie, buzzing over and over again. Finally, I heard my dear sweet Kaitlyn's voice, but it said something quite unexpected and, as a matter of fact, disappointing. "Sorry, sweetie. You'll have to wait. Both of us decided that you needed the night to think this over. By the way, that is a six hour tape, and the machine is set to automatically rewind and replay the tape." There was a pause. "If this is an emergency or you really are in trouble, then press the button twice now." Again another pause. "Just as I figured," Kaitlyn continued, "you think you are ready to be ours, but you're not. Consider this. We weren't exactly honest earlier with you, although we aren't lesbians, we are both bi-sexual. That means, sweetie, that you'll be doing everything that the girl on the tape is doing and more." Donna's voice chimed in, "we both prefer women to men, sweetie, think of that when you decide. Kaitlyn really means it when she says that you will be ours." I shivered thinking about the possibilities. I was so turned on, what did this all mean? What I actually gay, or at least bi? If so, was it that big of a deal? I knew I wasn't a lesbian, but somehow, the though of Kaitlyn and Donna showing up thrilled me more than the possibility of any man showing up ever could. Even in bondage situations, men had always been unable to press that little inner button of mine. And right now, I knew either Kaitlyn or Donna could touch it within a few seconds! So could I, if I could only reach down and try! I tried to over and over again, but I couldn't budge a muscle. I kept staring at the tape, all the delicious, and sometimes frightening things, that were being done to this girl. Even though I knew some might hurt or make me uncomfortable, I knew I could do it for Kaitlyn and Donna. What a strange feeling! I wanted to please them more than I wanted my own comfort. My crotch was soaking into my panties and I tried to wriggle enough to get some relief. Nothing worked! I could smell my aroma rising and tried to page Kaitlyn again. I pressed and pressed and pressed. Finally I heard her voice, "if this is an emergency, AND IT BETTER BE AN EMERGENCY, hit the buzzer twice." I did nothing. "If you are o.k. hit the buzzer once," she said in a panicked tone. I hit the buzzer once. "You really need to stop this, dear," she told me, "listen to what we were in the middle of . . ." Kaitlyn's voice degenrated into a series of moans and gasps, and Donna's voice took over, "oh, you love it baby, Oh, Oh, do me! do me! ahhhhhhhh!" I could hear them both reaching orgasm over and over again. Finally after a half hour or so, as I was going nuts, my eyes glued to the TV screen, and hearing the voices of Kaitlyn and Donna going at each other. Finally, I heard the voice of Kaitlyn, "Shit, I forgot to turn the damn thing off," CLICK. And that was all. I knew that I wouldn't see them until noon tomorrow, and I knew, at that time, I had to make a decision..... The tape of Kaitlyn ran all night long. Each passing moment got me hornier and hornier. My arms and legs were exhausted from sitting in the same position all night long. I had a hunger growing in my belly, and my crotch was still completely soaked. My groin began to itch terribily from all the wetness which had accumulated and soaked my panties. I watched the tape eagerly, repeating over and over again the phrase I would say to Kaitlyn the moment she returned and allowed me to speak, "Please Mistress Kaitlyn, make me your slave!" Within in few moment, I could hear the door unlocking, I knew that soon I would make my decision and that decision would make me Kaitlyn's slave. The thought overwhelmed me. I wasn't sure what I as in for, but I knew that an entire evening was spent smelling her musky odor and fantasizing about submitting to her, just as the tape had shown. After what seemed like an eternity, the door slowly swung open, and Kaitlyn walked in. She was dressed just as she was last night, but her hair was a bit matted from sleeping on it. She walked in, looked at me, and headed for the kitchen. She spoke loud enough for me to hear her, "You look so scrupmtous like that Kelly. I really don't want to release you. You know that, don't you?" I understood, and I didn't really want to be released, but I knew I needed to get up, and at least stretch a bit. "But, a deal is a deal, and we agreed on noon. You have about fifteen minutes until I let you out, and you get to make your big decision." I knew right then what it would be, I would become hers, totally. Kaitlyn ate a little bit of a bagel smeared with cream cheese and sat down on my lap. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, sweetheart. I know we enjoyed watching you." She reached behind my head and started to loosen my gag. "Now, when this comes off, take a minute to stretch out your jaws, then we have something very important to discuss." She removed the gag and I sucked in a deep breath of air, slowly wiggling my lower jaw side to side. She removed the stiff pieces of leather from my collar, and told me to twist my neck slightly back and forth. I loosened up quickly, and began feeling very relaxed, except for the burning in my crotch. Although Kaitlyn sat on my lap, she avoided making any contact with my aching pussy. "Are you ready to answer the question, Kelly?" I nodded. "Well, would you like to be our slave?" "Yes, Mistress Kaitlyn, more than anything!" I said, quickly, enthusiastically and without any hint of hesitation. "Even after what you saw us do to that poor girl on the tape, Kelly? Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes, Kaitlyn, at first it scared me, but I kept wishing, over and over again, that I was the one on the tape, rather than her." "You just might be, sweetie!" She smiled a wicked smile. Kaitlyn walked over to the end table and picked up the phone. She called Donna, telling her to come on over, and to bring the stuff they had put together. "Well, Kelly, since you belong to me now, and since the first game is over, I think I may leave you tied there until Donna gets here. I'm going to take a shower." With that Kaitlyn began disrobing while standing in front of me. When she was down to he underwear, she started off to the bathroom. She came back in just as Donna was knocking. Kaitlyn was dressed in a pair of old jeans and a light blue turtleneck. She had on a pair of black pumps and some gold jewelry. She wore a towel wrapped around her head while her hair dried. She opened the door, revealing Donna, who was dressed casually as well. Donna wore a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans as well. They both looked so fresh and clean, compared to my sweat-soaked body and my stained and musky crotch. Donna stood in front of me, and rubbed her finger along the inside of my thigh up my panty line. She held her moist finger to her nose and sniffed it, "Very nice," she commented," you really were turned on, and I suppose you still are." I nodded, not knowing what to say. She put her finger to my lips and told me to lick it. "I want you to know just how hot you are, little girl." I tasted the sweet and salty flavor of my own juices as I rubbed my tongue up and down her finger. Kaitlyn rubbed the towel over her head a couple of times, left for thr bathroom and returned, with her hair brushed out, but still wet. She rummaged through a large bag that Donna had brought with her. She took a small long velvet box out and opened it in front of me. It looked like a very short necklace, or a long bracelet. "Now," Kaitlyn said, "you must tell us in your own words that you want to be our slave." "Oh yes," I cried, "more than anything, I want to be owned by Mistress Kaitlyn and Mistress Donna." "Very well, then," Kaitlyn continued, removing the gold chain from the box. She wrapped it around my neck and I could hear a small click behind my head. It fit very firmly, but not enough to constrict anything. "This chain symbolizes the commitment you have just made to both of us. Whenever you wear it, you must obey us completely. The clasp in the back cannot be undone, which means if you want it off, you'll need to cut it. It also means that if you take it off, you are no longer ours. Finally, since you can't take it off without destroying it, it means that you are ours twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Understand?" I felt a twinge, but responded, "Yes, I understand." "Now, there are some things you must understand," Kaitlyn said, "and they might not be easy to accept, but they are the rules." "First, you belong to us, and I really mean that, you are our property. You cease to be an individual once you committed yourself to us. We will take care of you as we see fit, you have no say in the matter." "Second, you are allowed to do nothing without permission. Some things you have our explicit permission to do, but we aren't going to tell you what they are, you must figure them out." "Third, we have complete control over what we call `playtime.' That means whenever we want, we can tell you to come play, and do whatever we want to satisfy ourselves and you. Above all else, a good attitude during playtime will go a long way in earning our favor." "Finally, that wet mark between your legs. You should get used to it. You are to be as horny as possible at all times, but you are never to come unless you are specifically ordered to." "Are these rules clear?" "Yes," I answered," yes, Mistress they are." Donna and Kaitlyn began untying me. When I was free, they noticed my hand going directly to my crotch. Donna slapped it, "Not yet." They took me over to the sofa, and Donna removed my dripping panties. "First, this has got to go," Kaitlyn said, as she grabbed a tuft of my pubic hair. "Spread your legs wide, little girl," Donna added. Kaitlyn went into the bathroom and returned with a shaving cup, a pair of scissors and a razor. She took a large plastic bag and positioned it under my ass. "Left foot on the floor, and your right knee over the back of the couch," she ordered. She rinsed a washcloth in a large basin of warm water and wet down my pubic hair. Next, she clipped all of it down to mere stubble. The sensation of warm water and the cool air breezing on my near bare skin made me hotter and hotter. "Hold still, little girl, we don't want an accident now, do we?" Donna added, pressing her palms against my thighs. Kaitlyn lathered my crotch up with shaving cream and slowly, and gently pulled the razor down it, removing all the stubble. As she rinsed me off, I could feel that I was completely bare and I felt very vulnerable. "Donna, look," Kaitlyn said, "it's so pretty. She looks like she's about twelve. Don't you think that it looks sexy, though?" "Oh, god yes!" Donna added, "very hot!" "We needed to do that sweetie," Kaitlyn told me, "because we are going to put a chastity belt on you. It fits so tightly that even your pubic hair would get in the way. Now lie down on the floor on your stomach." I did, and I felt two wide, cold bands running up my ass cheeks. Donna and Kaitlyn both rolled me over on my back. "Now suck in your stomach, Kelly," Kaitlyn said. I did, and watched as she brought a wide piece of very thin metal up over my crotch. I could feel that the inside was coated with some sort of soft, rubbery material, as were the leg portions. They pressed it tight up against me, and Donna put all of her weight directly on my crotch, as Kaitlyn snapped to clips on the sides. Even with Donna pressing down hard, I couldn't feel a thing, except for an ever so slight breeze of air coming up through the very bottom of the belt. "Now," Kaitlyn began explaining, "the only way to get this off is with one of these two keys." She held up one to my face and handed the other to Donna. "It may never come off, unless you are very, very good. There is a little slot, where your pee pee will drain out. You may be able to find something that fits up there, but we have tried everything, down to a q-tip and we couldn't get any relief. I suppose you won't either." I was getting so horny, and so hot, but all I could sense was a numbness in my groin. Nothing! Not even a tingle escaped. There I sat, with my crotch feeling nothing, not even the sensation of the breeze in the room. Kaitlyn and Donna were gone. For a brief second, I questioned the commitment I had made. What did it mean to be Donna and Kaitlyn's slave? I thought for a while. What difference did it make? I was, for the first time, satisfied. Even excited. I knew, somehow, what was happening was right. When I started all of this, I never thought I would be so incredibly turned on by a woman. I was. In every way, shape and manner, I was coming to realize what I had been denying for years now. I was head over heels in love with Kaitlyn. I felt a strange sensation in my crotch the moment I had that realization. At first I tried to deny it, but it kept coming back to me, over and over again, until, I knew that deep down something had broken. A full tidal wave of feelings rushed forth. It was always Kaitlyn's equipment I was using, her panties I was sniffing, her games I was playing. Yes! I knew it all along. Somehow I had denied it to myself, but now, it was, for the very first time, clear. I began to think over the implications of what I was feeling. My thoughts were interupted by the sound of a key in the door. My mind raced. Who could that be? Kaitlyn and Donna were off in the bedroom playing. I was instructed to sit on the couch and wait for them, untilo they were done. So who was at the door? My curiousity was satisfied, and my memory awakened when I saw the door opened and I saw David standing there. I forgot, I had given him a key. He walked over to me, noticing my condition and the starnge looking device strapped around my crotch. "What the hell is this, Kelly?" he asked, pointing at my chastity belt. "Well," I tried to explain, "it's a, um, ah, well, it's a chastity belt, David." "A what?" he asked. The confusion was compounded when I heard a voice call from the other room. "Kelly! Playtime! Crawl in here, NOW!" It was Donna's voice. I looked at David, shrugged my shoulders and dropped to my hands and knees, crawling as quickly as I could to the bedroom. David followed, his facial expressions indicated a mixture of bewilderment and curiousity. Kaitlyn & Kelly I crawled in and stopped before Donna's feet. "I want you to climb up on the bed and put your face between Mistress Kaitlyn's legs. Do you understand?" I indicated that I did and climbed up on the bed. As I did, I was completely dumbfounded by what I saw. Kaitlyn was tied, spread-eagle on the bed, her beautiful legs parted wide and her beautiful pussy dripping wet. "Put your face between her legs, but don't touch her pussy," Donna commanded. I didn't look back, but merely obeyed her command. I heard Donna speak again, but this time, not to me. "Well, what have we got here?" she asked. "I could ask the same," a voice responded. It was David. He had followed me in to the room, and had seen everything. "Shit, Kelly, I knew you were kinky, but I never expected. . . " David's comments were silenced with a slap from Donna's hand. "You can stay and play with us, if you want," she told him, "but you need to follow all of my rules." David paused. "Well, either obey or get the hell out of here, what will it be?" Donna asked. "Looks like fun," he chimed in, "where do I start?" "This isn't fun and games," Donna told him, " I am in complete and total control here, if you want to stay, you have to agree to do everything I say. Once you do, there is no backing out." "What the hell," David said, "let's do it!" I could hear the excitement in his voice and I counld here his hesitance when Donna made him get undressed. He did, and that pleased her. With my face buried in Kaitlyn's crotch, I couldn't see anything, but I heard her tell him that he would have to be boubnd if was to participate. She gave him one last chance to back out, and he didn't. Once he was tied securely, Donna continued. "Well, I much prefer to train girls, so I guess we'll need to do some work on you," she commented, " but before that happens, "let's set these two to work." Donna explained that Kaitlyn had lost a bet with her, and this was her punishment. I was to make Kaitlyn come as many times as possible. Kaitlyn was to resist coming as best she could. One of us was to have our pussy's whipped 50 times with a riding crop by Donna. The loser would be whoever failed. If I could not make Kaitlyn come, I lost. If Kaitlyn orgasmed, she lost. Donna left with David following behind her. She set the video camera to record what happened. She left for what seemed like forever. My mind flitered back and forth. Should I do this? Should I bail out? What am I doing here? What the hell is going on? Kaitlyn told me that I had better not make her come, or she'd skin me within an inch of my life. I thought about it. I obeyed. But, somehow, I knew that I'd rather take the punishment than see it inflicted on her. "Don't work, Mistress Kaitlyn" I told her, "I have no intention to make you suffer. I'll gladly take the punishment for you." Kaitlyn laughed. After I spoke those words, she sat up, betraying the fact that she was not tied at all. She patted my head. "Very good, Kelly. You passed the first test. Now, would you like to give me an orgasm anyway, I know I'd sure like it." "Whatever pleases you, Mistress," I responded, "but, may I ask the permission of Mistress Donna. She, too, owns me, and I wish to displease neither of you." "Very good, Kelly, you understand perfectly. Donna owns you too and has given you instructions about our little 'game' which is now expired. You are right to check with her as well as me." I blushed, sensing I had pleased Kaitlyn. She patted my head and told me to press my face between her thighs until Donna returned. I was only too happy to obey!