0 comments/ 54843 views/ 11 favorites Tom Ch. 01 By: TimT1972 Kathy was never quite sure how she came to kidnap and torture one of her own employees; it was not really her management style. She supposed she should date things from a meal she had with her old university friends Stephanie and Mel sometime in late May. After a visit to a good local restaurant they retired to Mel's house for a few glasses of white wine. The three of them had known each other since their undergraduate days and during these late night sessions they tended to tell each other their secrets or near secrets. Anyway Stephanie had just been dumped (again!) so she went on her normal anti-men diatribe, Kathy and Mel had heard it before but this time it seemed she really had thought her recent ex was "the one" and this made her views all the more vehement. Later Mel raised the issue of how fetish gear was becoming more mainstream. She commented that clothes that would have only been sold in the seediest sex shop a few years ago were now almost mainstream. When quizzed on this Mel admitted she rather liked the idea of dressing up in a rubber dress and would in fact buy one the following week. Mel was a tall slim, conservative accountant, so at the time Kathy thought nothing of it, knowing Mel would probably forget the idea and if she didn't would be mortified with embarrassment at the thought. Anyway, Kathy did not see her friends for a few weeks until their next regular dinner. This time it was Kathy's turn to host the post restaurant drink. To wind Mel up Kathy reminded her of her promise to buy a rubber dress, expecting a deep blush to cross Mel's fresh pale cheeks. To Kathy's surprise Mel answered she had bought the dress as promised and it was wonderful. Mel explained how the dress felt against her body, she said she had gone the whole hog and bought a dress with a plunging neck line and so short that it barely covered her bum. Mel admitted she had forgotten one pretty important thing about rubber; one could not wear underwear with it. She said she wore it around the house but admitted she was not brave enough to wear it in public but secretly yearned to do so. Stephanie teased her that she was going to become a dominatrix and wondered how her fellow accountants might react. This produced giggles all around and sure enough Mel finally did start to blush! To Kathy's surprise Stephanie started to muse as to how Mel could play the dominatrix she clearly wanted to be, "Mel you could set yourself up for say a week on one of those 'Mistresses' websites dominate a few men in some Hotel room. You might have some fun and might even make a bit of money." Mel whipped back "Stephanie, there are three small problems with your plan, first I don't want dodgy pictures of me all dressed up in rubber circulating around the internet, two with my luck I would get a couple of sixty-five year olds as clients and thirdly (perhaps most importantly) I would want to see real pain and humiliation on my victims' faces." Kathy was intrigued as it was clear that Mel had thought this through, it was not some off the cuff reply, but she decided to say nothing. The conversation was interesting and to be honest the fetish scene had always interested her (not that she had the courage to do anything about it). Stephanie seemed slower to pick-up the implications of Mel's comment so ploughed on "Well Mel then you are going to have to kidnap a man for real, do you want some help?" "Stephanie I never thought you would offer, I would love your help." "Hold on Mel that was just a joke, I am no lawyer but there is one rather major problem about kidnapping a man and torturing him, it is against the law!" "Stephanie you are as always correct, but for us to get into trouble the Police have got to be informed and the way I see it is if we choose the man carefully and pay him I don't think he will make a complaint. It is a male ego thing, can you imagine how embarrassing it would be for the average man to explain how he had been stripped naked by a couple of girls and whipped, he would die of embarrassment!" "OK Mel, let's say we did it, have you a victim in mind?" "No and this is the problem. I know what sort of guy I would choose; he would have to be fairly young, in pretty decent shape, character wise I think a quietish personality but not a wimp. I have never come across my ideal prey, Kathy what about you? Do you know anyone who I could get my nails into? You run a catering business so you must employ masses of waiters." Kathy was increasingly surprised by how the conversation was going, but didn't want to be the one to bring things back to earth, she would wait for Stephanie to terminate things so to play along she said, "Well Mel, I have a few candidates, but you would of course need to interview them, come along to one of my charity receptions you are always welcome." To Kathy's relief the conversation them moved on to the last charity bash they had all attended and nothing more was said about enslaving some poor man. Later that month Stephanie and Mel asked to attended a drinks party Kathy was giving in aid of the local hospice. Kathy had only slight misgivings, surely Mel had forgotten about her 'plan'. On the night Kathy was busy but kept an eye on her best friends and saw how they were eyeing up the waiters even less subtley then normal, manufacturing incidents to enable them to chat. This said, nothing happened, but she knew nothing was innocent when it came to Stephanie and the opposite sex. Next time the three of them met up Kathy sensed there was something going on between Mel and Stephanie. There were frequent knowing glances, something that had never really happened before, it was meant to be 'one for all and all for one'. Eventually Mel admitted that she simply could not get the idea of kidnapping a guy out of her mind and Stephanie had agreed to help, was Kathy in? Kathy was shocked, but could not bear the idea of being out of something Mel thought so strongly about. They had always done things together, so she agreed to help (knowing she could quit nearer the time). Mel looked delighted and said, "That's great Kathy, I hoped the three of us could do this together. Stephanie and I have identified our prey. He is Tom, one of your younger waiters. He seems to fit all my criteria and there is the advantage that he appears pretty short of cash. Stephanie and I have started the planning. We thought you would ask him to be the waiter at a private party. We would them tie him up and take him to your basement and then have some fun. I think it would cost about £500 to buy his silence and I am more than happy to pay this. What do you think?" Kathy was taken aback but she now seemed locked into the scheme so could only say, "OK, what do you want me to do?" Stephanie explained, they all had tasks. "Mel is to buy the torture equipment as she seemed to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of fetish websites. Kathy your job is to kit out your basement as dungeon, Mel and I can help." "No way am I going to have huge leather covered contraptions delivered to the house, what will my neighbours say? What happens if a date finds them?" "Kathy don't worry I have thought of this, all you need is to screw a few O rings into the floor and ceiling they will be almost invisible, if you are worried we can always remove them after the session. The attachments will only cost about a tenner and take up no space. I thought an ottoman might be useful so we could lay Tom down so he is at our mercy. It should be pretty easy and cheap to get an ottoman. Nothing to worry your bank manager or neighbours about. I will bring a few black satin sheets to make the atmosphere little more 'sinister'. Stephanie will install some extra lights and a couple of security cameras." Kathy was not sure why they needed security cameras but let this pass, it would be useful to have extra security after the 'deed' anyway. They were all to buy their own outfits and whips the only proviso being that they would all be in black. They agreed to that D-Day would be in two weeks time. The next weekend they all got together and had a whole day of what Kathy's neighbours probably assumed was DIY. They cleared out Kathy's basement and installed spot lights. Stephanie found a semi decent ottoman with a black leather top. Whilst Mel brought the O rings and Kathy screwed them into the floor so they could restrain Tom on the ottoman. They also installed a winch so they could raise Tom up in the middle of the room so they could all whip him (was this really going to actually happen?). The plan was starting to come together. They agreed the dungeon looked great. It was now up to Kathy to bait the trap. Tom had been on Kathy's roster of waiters for about eighteen months. He was good at his job and Kathy liked him. She knew little about him other than he was always short of cash and pestering her for extra work. She thought he was doing some course at the local College, but knew no details. He seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties, slim and wore his hair short with a boyish parting. He didn't say much but every so often came out with some pretty amusing jokes. Kathy had never discussed or even joked about sex so she knew nothing of Tom's desires. After a hard and boring twenty-first birthday party Kathy cornered Tom in the kitchen saying, "Tom, are you around next Friday? I am having a few friends over and would like someone to wait at the table and pour the wine. The evening will be pretty informal, shorts and a T shirt rather than black tie." Tom was delighted "Of course Kathy that would be fun, I would love to help". Tom's first thought was the £50, but his second was it would be interesting to know Kathy's friends, one never knows... "Right, be along at 7.00pm, just remember to shave. I don't think my friends go for designer stubble." ~ The next Thursday Tom arrived at Kathy's house. "Wow," he thought "there must be money in the catering trade." The house was detached in a nice neighbourhood several miles away from Tom's flat near the campus. Tom couldn't really understand why he was nervous, but he was. After he pushed the bell, he was relieved when Kathy answered the door looking relaxed in jeans and a T shirt with glass of white wine in her hand. She invited him in and told him to change in the bathroom upstairs. Tom wandered up the stairs trying to look relaxed. The bathroom was a little small but had a nice mirror and Tom was relieved to see the door locked. So without more ado he started to change. First the T shirt, a light blue running top, then the shorts some knee length running shorts from the same manufacturer. Tom had just taken off his jeans and boxers and put them on a chair by the door when the door swung one and Kathy was there staring at him as he tried to cover himself with his shorts. "Damn, he hadn't done the lock properly, but for God's sake why hadn't Kathy knocked?" Instead of apologising Kathy looked irritated, "Tom, I specifically said you had to shave" with this she whipped Tom's shorts of his hands leaving him naked from the waste down. "When I said shave I meant shave legs, balls everything, now get on and do as I asked, there is a razor on the sink and the water is warm." With that Kathy turned on her heal still clasping Tom's shorts. Tom was dumbstruck it had all happed so quickly "What planet was this woman on?" There was no way he was shaving himself, he would simply put his jeans back on and leave, he could come back for the shorts any day. This was when he noticed Kathy had also taken his jeans and underwear. This was a nightmare, what was he going to do? All he had was a T shirt, his flat was miles away and worse he didn't even have a key as it was in his jeans' pocket. Tom could not imagine running back to campus almost naked in broad daylight it was too humiliating for words and then he would have to go to the 'Block Supervisor', that old dragon, and ask to be let in. He didn't like the Supervisor and thought the feeling was mutual so knew she would take an eternity to open his flat. It was unthinkable, how did it happen? Tom started to kick himself, if only he had locked the door properly and been a little quicker at changing he would not have got himself in this predicament, he would have been fully clothed when he answered the door. He sat on a stool with his head in his hands wondering what he was going to do. Next door Stephanie, Mel and Kathy watched him on the closed-circuit TV. They knew Tom was not unlucky he had just fallen for stage one of their trap. For a start the lock had been tampered with so no matter how careful he had been Kathy could always have walked straight in, and as for bad timing Kathy had been waiting outside the door for the exact moment when he would be naked. Tom was also unaware that they had placed the chair by the door deliberately and whilst Tom was looking at Kathy, Mel had quickly and quietly removed his jeans. Tom didn't stand a chance. The question was what would he do? The answer was initially not much; Tom merely sat on the chair with his head in his hands. After a bit he sat back and started to stroke himself, nothing vigorous just a reassuring fondle. The girls loved this. Tom simply couldn't see a way out. He looked around the room, no curtains, no towels nothing to cover himself with. In desperation, he looked in the cupboard under the sink, but all he could find was cleaning stuff ... except right at the back he saw pink cloth. Could this be his salvation? If it was big enough he might be about to fashion something to protect his modesty. Not fun walking back with a cloth around your waist but he really did not want to shave himself. Tom grabbed the cloth hoping it was a descent size but quickly saw it was not a cloth at all but a pair of Kathy's satin panties. Tom thought, "This is not good, but let's see perhaps if I pull the T shirt down the panties might pass for running shorts". He knew men wore pretty brief shorts and in some odd colours, so it was worth a try. Tom tried the knickers on. His heart sank they were brief, very brief. They just about kept his dick in but they wouldn't pass for shorts at a hundred yards. Worse they had a black lace border. He didn't know much about running fashions but knew enough to know this was not this year's fashion accessory. To make things worse when he walked around the room he saw his T shirt rose up showing the knickers in all their glory. It was hopeless. Stephanie was transfixed as she watched the screen. The pink panties had been her idea (they were her knickers!) She loved the thought of men in women's panties and Tom looked divine. The fact he was excruciatingly embarrassed only added to her pleasure. This was going to be a night to remember! Tom took the panties off and threw them at the mirror. He was beaten. He heard guests pass the bathroom door and knew he would have to submit. "Well," he thought, "my legs aren't that hairy anyway so I am not sure that them being shaved will be that obvious. At worst I will just have to wear jeans all summer, a bore but not the end of the world. Shaving my pubes is not fun, but if girls shave themselves why not me?" So Tom filled the basin with hot water and covered the lower part of his body in shaving foam and get to work. He found it was better to snip most of his pubic hair with scissors before shaving. Oddly it was not something GQ ever gave advice on! After he was finished he sat and waited thinking Kathy was bound to look in again. He was right, a few minutes later he heard a knock on the door. Tom surprised himself by not bawling at Kathy or trying to strangle her, he merely said "Come in." Kathy stood in the middle of the bathroom and asked Tom to stand as she checked his shaving. After she had cleared up a few places he had missed or couldn't reach she asked him to turn around. Tom did so and Kathy checked his shaving of this legs and penis, the only big patch he had missed was between his legs. After asking Tom to spread his legs as wide as he could and holding Tom's penis out of the way Kathy finished the shaving there too. Kathy acted as if it had been a normal chore she did on a daily basis and ordered Tom around (naked!) as if it was totally natural. After she had finished she complemented him on his shaving and said his shorts were on the chair and he should be down in the kitchen in five minutes. After Kathy left, Tom thought the worst must be over. An hour of waiting at a table and then home. He wandered over to the chair and picked up the shorts Kathy had left. He noticed immediately they were not his shorts, in fact they were barely shorts at all. In the Seventies they were called 'hot-pants', they were micro and very very short. When Tom examined them he saw they were made of black PVC and to make things worse were slit down both sides. To keep the shorts together the sides were tried with what looked like fluorescing pink laces, "God, a street whore would not be seen in these." Tom thought. This being so, he still found himself putting them on. Somehow he didn't have the energy to fight, he was now just going to grit his teeth and hope the party would be over soon. One thing he did promise himself Kathy was going to be paying a lot more that £50 for this evening. With this comforting thought he left the bathroom and descended to the kitchen. When Tom got down stairs Kathy was waiting, she made no comment on how he looked in the hot-pants and explained what the girls would be eating (salads) and where the wine was kept. She said during dinner he should stand by the door to the dining room, hands behind his back, and fill her guests' glasses as necessary. Kathy said they would start with Champagne and he should bring three glasses in to the living room on a silver salver in a few minutes. Tom gulped, he was about to walk into a room an elegant women wearing the shortest pair of hot-pants he had ever seen, at least he knew (and trusted?) Kathy what about the other two, what if they were lecturers in his faculty? This was torture. Tom had never felt so humiliated but he reasoned the quicker he started the quicker it was over. Tom walked over to two formally dressed ladies (Stephanie and Mel of course) who were talking by the fireplace. He hoped that by holding the tray at waist level they would not be able to see his shorts. He was expecting a gasp of surprise or a question as to what the hell he was wearing. In fact Stephanie and Mel barely looked in his direction they picked up the glasses and continued their conversation. Tom felt elated, "Perhaps they did not notice my shorts, I may survive after all." Mel and Stephanie had noticed the shorts, Mel had bought them! As Tom left the room they could not help looking at his arse. It was lovely. The girls had agreed to have a quiet meal and wait until liqueurs before starting the real fun. Tom did not know it but his ordeal had barely begun. As the dinner went on Tom began to relax. The ladies were not stealing quick glances at him (or his shorts!). Their conversation was normal, revolving around plays they had seen and the latest political scandals, "Perhaps," he thought, "it is normal for waiters at private dinner parties to wear shorts. I am surprised at quite how brief mine are, but perhaps it is the done thing." Thinking back to the shaving episode he remembered Kathy had seamed genuinely surprised and irritated that he had not shaved his legs, again perhaps this was normal. Gradually Tom reassured himself that he was obviously an inexperienced prude and this was just a normal dinner party, and as they had finished their food it was almost over, what was he worrying about? The girls were also trying to relax or at least appear relaxed. They had agreed to keep their conversation as anodyne as possible, to help Mel had a long list of possible, safe, topics for conversation written on her napkin. Kathy had been lukewarm about the idea almost up to the last minute but the scene where she ripped Tom's shorts out of his hands and then later ordered him about as she shaved him had been a huge turn on. Mel and Stephanie were at a similar level of arousal, part from what they had done and witnessed so far and partly with the anticipation for the second stage of Tom's evening. It would also be the first time any of them had worn Latex or PVC in public and they were looking forward to it. Tom Ch. 01 After about an hour Mel left the table, apologising that she needed the bathroom. To get there she squeezed past Tom careful to avoid physical contact. Tom barely moved a muscle, he stood at the door, hands behind his back watching the level of the girls' wine glasses. Tom did not hear Mel return, perhaps because she had removed her shoes, but even if he had he probably would not have moved. So one minute he was in a mild daze the next he felt cold steel on his writs. By the time he reacted me found he wrists had been securely handcuffed. Stephanie and Kathy both noticed and jumped up from the table, Stephanie with a back hood that she placed over Tom's head, Kathy grabbing some wrist and ankle cuffs. Before Tom could recover he found himself bound with his hands and legs firmly secured. Stephanie raised the hood a little and told Tim to open his mouth, reacting automatically he did as he was told and Mel forced a ball gag into his mouth. Tom could not believe what had happened, in the space of a few seconds he had moved from kidding himself that this was a normal dinner party to being bound hand and foot and not being able to see or speak. Now he really was worried. One of the girls put a collar on him and led him by a chain. The ankle cuffs were connected by a short chain that allowed Tim to walk but with very small steps. Someone opened a door and told Tim that they were going down stairs and that they would go slowly but that he should concentrate or he might hurt himself. Tom did as he was told, not totally sure if the warning about hurting himself was a joke. Eventually they got to the bottom of the stairs in what was fairly obviously the basement. Chains were attached to the wrist cuffs, these chains were then attached to a ring suspended from the ceiling and the tension increased. As the girls pulled on the chain Tom found his body being forced forwards, it was not uncomfortable just evidence of his lack of control. Suddenly one of the handcuffs was unlocked and the girls pulled the chain tight. They had been careful that the chain was at just the right height so Tom could stand comfortably on the ground, another six inches and he would have been in real pain. Tom now realised the girls had planned the evening with some precision, he realised they would not go to this trouble unless they were looking forward to some serious fun, almost certainly at his expense. After the cuffs were clipped in place Mel removed the hood. Tom blinked as he looked around the basement. It was about twenty foot square whitewashed with a back ottoman a few feet from where he was suspended. Up against one wall was a small table. Tom looked over with trepidation, he saw whips, paddles, dildos, candles and various other instruments, none of the latter being fluffy teddy bears. Tom was worried, very worried, but was sensible enough to see he was securely chained up and there was not much use in struggling. Mel, Kathy and Stephanie stood and looked at Tom, Mel at least had been fantasising about a moment like this for years. She now had her slave. Mel walked over to the table by the wall and picked up some large tailors' scissors. Tom saw the scissors and panicked, he was now struggling like a maniac, what man wouldn't, you only need scissors like that if you want to remove a large piece of a male's anatomy, "What have I possibly done to deserve this?" he cried, or at least he tried to cry as all Mel heard was a gurgle through the ball gag. Mel waited as Tom tired himself out and only them approached him. Tom was relieved as she did not head straight for his crotch and almost sighed with relief as she cut his T shirt off him. Mel threw the T shirt to one side and again surveyed her prey, she approached him again placing her lithe body against Tom and breathed in the wonderful smell of Tom's panic, then she went to work on his shorts. In a trice she cut the pink laces on the sides of Tom's hot-pants. The shorts fell to the ground leaving Tom stark naked. Tom's first reaction was not fear or embarrassment but relief he still had a cock! Mel stepped back and the three girls again looked at their prisoner. After all the planning they now had a good looking man naked at their mercy. This was going to be fun! After a few moments Mel, Stephanie and Kathy retreated back upstairs leaving Tom suspended and gagged in the basement. Tom had no idea of how long they were likely to be away or more to the point what was going to happen next. He was worried, "Have they captured me for someone else, perhaps a predatory homosexual who like young men's arses? Are they going to mutilate me? Castrate me? Or was this some student prank? It can't be a joke it is too serious already." Tom's thoughts went round in circles and to his surprise and disgust he found he was becoming aroused, he dammed his body for such a stupid reaction when he was in so much trouble. Upstairs the girls were changing, Stephanie was the first to be ready, she had gone for a black PVC bra and panties set with matching garter belt and suspenders finished with some aggressive stiletto heals. The set was conventional but brief and Stephanie felt wonderful, she had found the set on-line and been posing at home in it for most of the week. It made her feel so damned strong and sexy. She just loved her riding crop and knew the effect she would have. Stephanie was pretty, probably the prettiest of the three, sort of average height but her tits were well formed and she knew men loved them. Her hair was straight and blond giving her a slightly severe look but very very sexy and that was without the PVC underwear. Stephanie couldn't wait to get down to Tom but knew she had to remain upstairs until the other two were ready. Strangely she felt little embarrassment about walking around her best friend's house in her underwear, she was simply too turned on to care. Kathy was next to come down, Kathy had gone for a latex 'body' essentially it was a latex leotard with long arms but very high cut legs. The cut made her legs look even longer than normal and Kathy was a tall shapely lady in any event. She felt the outfit suited her severe 'Louise Brooks' hairdo. Kathy and Stephanie examined each other's outfit complementing each other and feeling the other's outfits. It was only when Kathy turned that Stephanie noticed the leotard's back was almost like a G sting, wow it showed her arse off to good effect. Now they were just waiting for Mel. What would their shy little accountant friend turn up in? Mel came down in a latex cropped top, latex bikini bottoms and some patent leather calf high boots. The bear facts did not account for Stephanie's and Kathy's surprise, the bikini was tiny, or smaller than tiny, almost minute. To be strictly correct the back of the bikini didn't even exist, it was two strings rising from Mel's arse cheeks. The front was a little bigger but still it measured not much more than a couple of square inches. It was evident Mel took shaving very seriously. Kathy marvelled at the sheer engineering brilliance that allowed Mel to wear something so brief, but my did she look delectable! After more mutual congratulations the girls agreed to have one last celebratory glass of champagne before returning to Tom for the evening's entertainment. When Tom saw the girls he was amazed, he was still worried about what was going to happen but no man could look at these three without thinking that perhaps being submissive was not such a bad career choice. Mel stood straight in front of Tom about twelve inches from his naked body and explained how things would be, "Tom, we are going to have our wicked way with you. We are going to cause you great pain and humiliate you mercilessly. We are not going to ask your permission and will do anything we feel like with your body so don't think crying for help or asking us to stop will help you, we sill simply tighten your gag and go on. The only thing I promise is that if you obey our orders we will not permanently scar you or do your body any lasting damage, if on the other hand you don't obey our commands all bets are off. Now get ready to serve your mistresses!". With that Mel brought her riding crop down firmly on Tom's buttocks, leaving a beautiful red mark on the shaved surface. Tom's torment was now really beginning. Stephanie and Kathy both immediately joined in they started whipping Tom on his buttocks, thighs, chest, back, penis everywhere. Tom jumped one way then another squealing in pain, obviously the hits on his dick hurt the most but the girls were careful not actually to hit him that hard. This was more to prove their power than to cause lasting pain. This was the aim anyway, Mel in particular left some nasty welts on Tom's back side as she warmed to her task. She felt this was so unbelievably sexy! Tom was scared, the strikes came from right, left, in front and behind. Although he knew he could not avoid the girls' riding crops he jumped around as he did his best. Suddenly the girls stopped whipping him. The immediate relief was quickly followed by a feeling of foreboding, "What would come next?". The answer was Mel. She approached Tom and started to suck and lick his nipples in the most erotic manner imaginable. Tom could no longer feel the pain where he had been struck by the riding crops all he felt was a beautiful near naked goddess licking his oh so sensitive nipples. Tom closed his eyes and was conscious of a getting a massive erection. Mel was so close his penis knocked against her thighs, though she stopped it getting between her legs, bikini or no bikini! After a few minutes Mel stopped and looked at her handiwork. Then from nowhere she produced some nipple clamps and let them spring into place on Tim's now very sensitive nipples. Tom went to a new level of pain, this was much worse than the 'cropping' he had just endured. It felt as if the clamps were tearing the skin and Tom was certain he could feel blood dribble down his chest. This was inhuman! Tom looked down at his chest and saw in fact there was no blood, the liquid he felt was probably only Mel's saliva. This along with the gradual dulling of the pain made things just about bearable. Now it was Kathy's turn and she approached Tom and knelt at his feet. She started to slowly masturbate him, adding a few licks to ensure Tom's erection was acute. This time Tom did not enjoy things as he was sure this attention would be followed by pain, and oh was he right. Kathy wrapped a thin chain around the base of Tom's penis and ensured it didn't slip by clipping it in place. Tom jerked when the crocodile clip sank home, the pain was excruciating, just as it began to dull Kathy place another clip on his scrotum. These clips really stung, the pain meant he could no longer feel the results of the whipping or even the nipple clamps all he could feel was his balls. The pain was terrible, absolutely terrible. To finish things off Kathy seemed to be adding weights to the chain putting great pressure on both his penis and scrotum. Tom started to count to fifty anything to get his mind off the pain, but as he did he heard some giggling from the girls. When Tom opened his eyes he saw Mel as she said, "Oh Tom you look wonderful, nipple clamps and now huge weight hanging from your dick. I just love you. You are turning me on like no one has ever done before. I thought seeing you shaved and in those hot-pants was fun but this is just great, just great." With that she squeezed his buttocks and rubbed herself up against her captive. The girls circled around their prisoner gazing at him from every angle. Mel stuck her riding crop between Tom's thighs and ordered him to spread his legs "like a whore", he did without complaint. Mel thought they were getting to the stage where Tom would be truly obedient, but wanted to be sure. She felt he would be benefit from a few minutes of solitude with just the penis and nipple clips as company so she chivvied Stephanie and Kathy upstairs for another glass of refreshing Chardonnay. She thought that Tom must be getting very thirsty after having the ball gag in his mouth for almost an hour and so wanted to taunt him with the white wine. After about fifteen minutes the girls returned with their wine and just gazed at their captive. Kathy started to notice Mel's bikini bottom were slipping and Mel was finding them harder and harder to keep in place. Her perspiration meant that the bikini straps could no longer grip and kept slipping down. Eventually Mel got bored of holding her bikini up and recognising it covered oh so very little, let it drop to the ground. Now all she had on was her latex cropped top and her patent leather boots. The other two girls had never seen Mel in anything shorter than a knee length skirt so were a little surprised to see their friend wander around the basement all but naked without any embarrassment. Mel was really enjoying herself. Tom was not. He was now in great pain. The worst aspect seemed to be the torture was getting worse. After another five minutes admiring their handy work Stephanie removed the weights handling below Tom's balls then the clips and finally the nipple clamps. Initially this caused Tom even more pain as the blood surged back into his nipples but this passed and soon Tom felt some relief. Mel approached Tom again and asked, "Did you enjoy the attention we have been giving you? Most men would pay a lot of money to be attended to by three scantily dressed women like us. I hope you appreciate the time and effort we have put in. Now if we release your arms will you promise to obey our instructions?" Tom looked down and saw Mel was playing with his cock using a Taser gun, so he nodded, the ball gag stopping him from discussing his treatment. With that nod Mel released Tom's arms and the poor boy almost fell to the ground. But Mel was not finished, she immediately ordered Tom to get on his knees, spread his thighs and put his hands behind his back. Fearing further punishment Tom obeyed. Mel again took charge asking Kathy to go and bring down the chardonnay and the dog bowl. Kathy returned and poured a glass's worth of white wine in the bowl and placed it in front of Tom. Tom noticed his full name had been engraved on the stainless steel bowl, oh how these women had planned his punishment! Stephanie released the gag and then she ordered him to drink. Tom, his self respect evaporating, got down and drank from the bowl, he was so thirsty after so long with the gag he did not care what the girls thought or how it looked. As he drank Stephanie massaged her foot against Tom's anus gently tapping his thighs to make him spread his legs even wider. Both the girls and Tom both realised they now owned his body and could and would do anything they felt like. After Tom slurped the wine for a few minutes Mel ordered him back on his knees. Tom obeyed immediately, automatically putting his hands behind his head without even being asked. Then Mel told him to lie face-up on the ottoman. Kathy then attached his ankle cuffs to O rings screwed into the floor and his wrist cuffs to O rings screwed into the ottoman itself. Tom was again at they mercy. The O rings in the floor had been positioned to ensure Tom's legs were well spread and his arse and penis were available for the girls to play with. Stephanie went to the table and began to light a couple of candles. Tom knew what was going to happen next and sure enough after waiting for the wax to melt Stephanie sauntered over and started pouring it in Tom's chest. The heat extreme but short lived, quickly cooling on his skin. After the initial shock the sensation was not that unpleasant, this seemed almost an enjoyable interlude after the pain he had been subjected to. Kathy joined her friend and they poured wax all over his chest and thighs, this was bearable. Kathy then started to stroke his cock, this felt wonderful. Tom lay back and relaxed, suddenly he jerked in his bonds as incredible pain shot through his cock. Kathy, the fiend, was pouring wax directly on the head of his penis, this was real pain. He had never felt anything like this intensity of suffering. Tom tensed his whole body as his tried to break free, but no matter what he did or how he struggled the quarter inch steel O rings and Kathy's hand kept him in position. Stephanie was not to be denied and started pouring the wax on his nipples. Kathy and Stephanie giggled like little girls as they made patterns and drew pictures on his chest and legs. After a while they got bored and snuffed out the candles. Mel released him from his bonds and told him to kneel in the middle of the basement as he had been taught, knees apart. Tom complied without complaint, he noticed that although he was being obedient and the girls did not have him bound they were still watching him carefully with their whips ready if he were to try to make a bolt for it, but he knew he had no energy left for such resistance. He also suspected that they had locked the cellar door so he would not get far. Tom knelt as he had been ordered, knees apart and cock available. It almost seemed routine now. Stephanie removed Tom's ball gag and refilled his bowl and said he could take another drink. Tom got down on all four and lapped up as much wine as he could. He was conscious his arse was pointing up in the air. Stephanie again nudged his thighs apart so his balls and anus were fully visible. Tom questioned if this was this really necessary, but somehow girls seemed determined that he should spread his legs at all times, God this was humiliating... Kathy suddenly looked at the time and said she had better be going upstairs. Mel helped her out of her latex outfit and Kathy put on a short black silk dressing gown. Tom watched intently and saw Kathy had great body. Kathy saw Tom was watching but didn't seem worried, in the last hour or so she had shed many of her inhibitions. It was difficult to feel too shy when both Tom and Mel were pretty well naked already. Mel and Stephanie stood in front of Tom's dog bowl they just stared at their naked prisoner. They felt great, Tom did not. He felt their contempt was even worse than the pain. After a few minutes with the wine almost finished he got back on his knees. Mel then turned to Stephanie and said, "You know my boots are scuffed and have lost their shine". "Well Mel, you had better get Tom to lick them clean, you aren't wearing much so what you have must look smart." Tom could take a hint and he crawled over to Mel's boots and started licking. He started at the tip and gradually worked his way up. Every so often his tongue touched the zip which wasn't much fun, but he noticed the higher he got the closer he got to Mel's shaved pussy. It smelt divine. Stephanie watched as Mel sat on the ottoman and told Tom to kiss the soles of her boots; they really could get this guy to do anything. Mel who was getting hot then said "Pussy, lick my pussy as if your life depends on it." For the first time that evening Tom was only too happy to oblige, after a very short time Mel started to squirm in ecstasy and came, collapsing onto the ottoman. Stephanie said, "OK Tom, that is enough, back to the standard position, hands behind you back." Tom did as he was ordered and Stephanie placed a leather mask over his head, tying it tight at the back so Tom could see nothing and he found he couldn't hear much either. Tom was now positioned on the ottoman on his front. Tom now could not tell what the girls were doing or even hear what they were saying. He was still pretty sure only Stephanie and Mel were in the basement. One of them started whipping him, but this was pretty gentle stuff. The whipping tailed off and Tom felt some cool liquid or gel being poured over his shoulder blades, "Oh this was soothing". Tom could not tell if was Mel or Stephanie who was giving him the massage but whoever they were they knew their business, his back felt soothed and Tom felt some of the pressure of the last two hours being literally lifted off his shoulders. The massage gradually moved from his shoulders to his back and finally his buttocks. Then the little minx started fondling his arse, slipping her fingers in his bottom. The feeling was delightful. This must mean his ordeal was nearly over, clearly Kathy had got bored and she had stopped playing the game, she might even be calling him a taxi at that moment. The massage meant that Tom was now feeling like forgiving the girls all the other torments, he would make no decisions until the next morning but perhaps he could negotiate a huge fee for keeping silent, £1,000 seemed a good round figure, it would make such a difference to his bank balance. Tom Ch. 01 Tom was right that Kathy had gone upstairs and she was standing in her living room, but she was not calling him a taxi, she was waiting for a visitor. At exactly 10.45 the bell rang and she saw Greg standing on her doorstep. Greg was another of her waiters and she had plans for him as well. "Hi Greg, come in, thanks for turning up at such late hour." Greg was surprised to see Kathy in such a short dressing gown, but he did not think she was likely to seduce him, she had specifically mentioned that she needed a job doing and was willing to pay. Greg was not someone to pass up a payday particularly if it would get him in his boss's good books. Kathy showed Greg into the kitchen and offered him a glass of the Chardonnay they had been drinking all evening. "Well Greg, I should probably explain the job I need doing. I have two fiends, Mel and Stephanie, you have probably seen them at some of my charity dos. Anyway they have a sideline in domination and as we speak they are tormenting a businessman in my basement. They can do most things but the guy has asked to be buggered. Seemingly he won't accept a dildo and has demanded a real man. I thought of you, one of my few gay friends and I know you are in good shape so should be able to satisfy him. What do you think? The guy mentioned he would pay £100 for the service." Greg was surprised at the proposition, he had been expecting Kathy to ask him to move some furniture or something. He thought, "Well I would be doing my boss a favour, earning cash and get some free arse, sounds fun." After a couple of minutes he agreed. Kathy explained the guy was a well known businessman from out of town and did not want his name to become known so he would be wearing a mask. Greg should also feel free to abuse the man in any other way he felt like, the guy was a hard core masochist and was always on for new thrills. Eventually Kathy handed over the cash and told Greg to change into a short black silk dressing gown in the living room. He found a condom and lube in one of the pockets. When Greg was ready the two of them walked down into the basement. Greg was amazed he saw Kathy's friends in their fetish outfits. He immediately spotted the guy chained to a box stark naked, his 'client'. The guy's head was encased in a black leather hood so he had had no idea who the businessman was and more to the point the man could not see or hear Greg. He understood why Kathy thought the man was a hard core masochist, who could enjoy and even pay for this? One of Kathy's friends came up and introduced herself as Mel, she was pretty nearly naked. She looked great in her boots and cropped top, her shaved pussy almost made Greg wish he was straight. Mel gave him a riding crop and told him the guy was all his. Tom, of course, could not see or hear any of this. He sensed Kathy had returned and probably brought another girl friend perhaps he was being shown off, he didn't like the feeling of being a performing seal but at least the new girl could not see his face. Anyway either Mel or Stephanie was still giving him a massage; they had been concentrating on his buttocks for some time and that was fine by him as it soothed the welts left by the whipping. As part of the massage the girl had also been pushing her fingers up his bottom, forcing one, then two, now three in at once. This was not painful and the massage oil meant there was no friction. Tom just hoped they would turn him over and massage his front, particularly his poor penis that was now very hard. Tom felt the girl pass over the massage duties to one of her friends. He did not recognise the hands so he reasoned it may be Kathy's new friend. The new girl continued the massage and opened his arse to get even more massage oil in him. The new girl was also good but her hands were not quite a smooth as Mel's or Stephanie's. This said it felt good and sexy. Tom felt the girl put her fingers in his arse and then he felt another object, was it the candle? Were they going to slip it up his bottom? Tom was gradually getting a little worried, he then remembered he saw a dildo on the table with the girls' whips. Oh no they were going to bugger him with a dildo, he was sure of it. He tried to remember the size but couldn't. Well here goes, the girls were going to have their fun. Tom felt the new girl grab him by the thighs and push. Tom felt the dildo enter him. It hurt, it hurt a lot. Mel now came over and told him his worst fears were going to be realised and he was going to be taken in the rear. She said Tom should try to relax, if he did it would hurt less. He should know that they were going to take him whatever he did so he should try to enjoy it, many men did. Tom listened and knew Mel was giving him good advice. He now knew these girls and they did what they set out to do, so he tried to relax his sphincter, but somehow it was unnatural, for God's sake he was straight! The new girl was not brutal but she was keeping the dildo firmly pressed against his arse, gradually increasing the pressure. Eventually Tom submitted and let her start pumping. Tom felt this final humiliation was the worst, it hurt but the physiological pain was worse. The girl pumped away and Tom found himself following the girl's rhythm, it was less painful that way. The girl was gradually increasing the speed and penetration, Tom's arse was now really hurting, but surely her hand must get tired eventually, or perhaps she had put the dildo on a harness. After a time the girl seemed to be on the verge of ecstasy. Tom then felt a final pump from the dildo and it seemed the dildo got a covering of liquid. The dildo then seemed to go soft and the girl removed it. "Wait on a second, a dildo does not eject liquid and certainly does for go soft." In a flash Tom understood that Kathy had not brought in a girl friend and he had been buggered by a MAN! This was too much he felt defiled, the whipping and humiliations were nothing this. Mel's voice then brought him back to the horrible present, she confirmed he had been taken by a friend of Kathy's and the guy wanted licking off. "Tom you know you are in no state to argue I will remove the mouthpiece of the hood and you will lick the guy off. It is only cum, nothing poisonous. If you don't Kathy will be offering your arse to the whole gay community in town and you will never sit comfortably for the rest of your life." Tom knew Mel was right he also heard an edge to Mel's voice so knew he would have to submit, he could not take being buggered again. As promised Mel removed the mouthpiece of the hood and Tom felt the guy push his flaccid penis into his mouth. Tom licked it. It tasted bad but what really hurt was that he hated the thought of giving a man a blow job. Eventually Tom reasoned he had better get on with it, the quicker he cleaned the guy's dick the quicker he would remove it. Tom felt the flaccid penis begin to get hard, surely it was clean now and the guy could remove it. But no, the guy was thrusting it with ever increasing urgency down Tom's throat. Tom knew what was coming (literally!). The guy came again firing another dose of cum down Tom's throat. Tom almost gagged at the force of the discharge. Mel was at his ear again, "Swallow it, you cum slut." He did, feeling he had just lost the last of his self respect, acknowledging he hadn't had much before this but giving a guy a blow job was the limit. Tom felt one of the girls replace the hood's mouthpiece and everything went dark and silent. He heard the guy and the girls were leaving the basement. One of them gave his bottom an almost playful slap on the way out. Greg followed the girls into a kitchen and shared a Diet Coke. "Wow Kathy I really enjoyed that. I have never had a guy chained up before. I just loved the sight of his arse and knowing I could do anything I wanted. He also gave a pretty good blow job. He must have some experience at taking cock. Mel is he one of your regulars?" "Greg, it is great you enjoyed it, I am sure our client will be appreciative. I am not sure if he has taken cock before. He is a new client, and Stephanie and I only turn few tricks, it is just pin money, we have proper respectable jobs as well." "Well Mel if you ever need a client shafting again just give me a ring, this is the most enjoyable £100 I have earned in ages. If the guy is really gay give him my number I would love to take him again, particularly if there is another £100 in it for me." "OK Greg will do, thanks again." With that Greg returned to the living room and dressed and left. After that Mel suddenly felt tired, they had been torturing Tom for well over two hours. Now the adrenalin was no longer coursing through her veins, she felt exhausted. Being a dominatrix was hard work. They agreed that they had better release Tom. Kathy fixed up a mixture of pain killers and a sleeping draft. She hoped taking the two would not make Tom sick, somehow it would be unfair after all he had survived. The girls trooped down to the basement. Stephanie released Tom from his bonds whilst Mel undid the hood. Tom sat on the ottoman stark naked just wearing his collar. Normally he would not have dreamt of being naked in front of the girls but he was too tired to worry about his modesty now. Kathy gave him the pain killers. Tom drank it as he was told to do. Mel then said, "Come on Tom we had better put you to bed, you have had a hard evening." He followed her up to a small bedroom at the top of the house. He let Mel dress him in a silk nightshirt, the first clothes he had had on since they cut away his hot-pants. The silk felt good. He was led to a single bed with a light blue satin duvet. Tom laid down tired, so very tired. He did not resist when he felt Mel lock his ankle to one of the bedposts. He was asleep in no time. The three girls gave each other a hug and followed Tom to their respective beds (these did not have ankle chains!). ~ Stephanie was the first to rise and after a strong coffee went to Kathy's office where she started to edit all the footage the security cameras had picked up. Mel and Kathy did the general tidying up and waited for Tom to rise. Eventually about 1pm Stephanie's monitor picked up some stirring under Tom's duvet. Ten minutes later he was awake and examining his ankle restraint. They gave Tom a few minutes to work out he was securely chained then Kathy knocked on his door and wished him good morning. She unlocked his ankle as if it was quite normal for her guests to be restrained at night. Kathy showed him the adjoining bathroom, asked him if wanted coffee and invited him to come down to the kitchen when he was ready. Tom wandered into the shower trying to make sense of the previous evening, how much was real and how much was a dream? He saw the dry wax on his chest and welt marks on his bottom, so it was evident a lot of his memory was real. He washed himself, remembering shaving himself from the waste down, "Oh God, it is all true isn't it." He felt his arse and knew some unknown man had taken him. How should he play it when he got down? The police? Or should he try and extract a huge sum in compensation? He favoured the former but would play it by ear. Tom was relieved to see the night shirt was pretty decent and came down to mid thigh, so went down to the kitchen without more ado. When he entered the room he saw Mel in her college sweatshirt and work out shorts. She cheerily wished Tom good morning and he reciprocated. Kathy got him a coffee and Tom sat at the kitchen table without speaking. His bare buttocks touching the cold chair made him wince with pain, but he was determined to play it cool. After about ten minutes Stephanie came into the kitchen and invited them to Kathy's office. Kathy's office had a conference table in it with a wide screen monitor for video conferencing (in reality she tended to watch TV on it). Kathy, Mel and Tom sat themselves on one side of the table in front of the monitor. Stephanie started, "Well Tom I am not sure if you enjoyed last night but Mel, Kathy and I had a great time. We thought you were fantastic and absolutely loved getting to know your body. Now we have had our fun we must face reality and agree where we go from here. Well, I recognise you may be feeling a little sore both literally and metaphorically but I don't want us to fall out. So I have a proposal to put to you, hear me out and then take your time before making a decision." "The proposal is classic carrot and stick (or perhaps whip!). The carrot first, we will pay you well for the fun we had last night. I was thinking of £500. We would also like you to be our slave on a regular basis, say once a month for a similar fee. I have hacked into your bank account and you sure need the cash, just think a couple of nights like last night, a term and all your financial worries are over. The deal would run until you graduate when we will find a new slave from the first year." "Now the 'whip'. I want you to watch a DVD." Stephanie pressed 'Play' on the remote and Tom saw the opening credits of a fetish video called 'Tom is whipped and humiliated', he saw he was the star, he groaned but was still interested in what Stephanie had come up with. The scene started with him on the doorstep, Kathy showed him up to the bathroom where is nightmare started. Tom saw himself stripping then immediately trying on the satin knickers. God they had cameras all round the room. Tom saw himself posing in front of the mirror in the knickers, the picture came zooming in on his arse which was only just covered by the pink satin. From outside the door Kathy's voice called, "Tom, don't forget to shave." Tom heard himself answer, "Of course Mistress, I will be done in a few minutes." The film then showed him shaving himself. This scene was followed by Kathy coming in and Tom asked her to help with the last few bits as he spread his legs for the camera. The editing was very well done, what Tom did not understand was the dialogue, he hadn't asked Kathy to help, Kathy had ordered him to show himself to ensure he was shaved to her satisfaction. Seeing the confusion on Tom's face Stephanie stopped the DVD and asked him if he had a problem. Tom asked about the dialogue the voice sounded very like his but he was sure he never asked Kathy to help shave him. Stephanie laughed and said, "Tom you are right, but you may remember chatting to Mel and me at that charity do a few weeks back. I taped your conversation and with some careful editing can get you to say almost anything I like. I have several thousand words of yours in my database. Later you will hear yourself talking very dirty especially to Kathy's 'friend'. When I did not have all the words I wanted, I can create new ones using some specialist software, it is not foolproof but it remarkably hard to spot when you only need one or two words. You will understand I simply could not get you to use words such a 'cum-slut', 'bugger me' and 'blow job' at one of Kathy's respectable receptions." After a few shots of Tom in hot-pants the action went to the basement. Most of the action was pretty straight. Stephanie had evidently edited the scenes to keep the length of the video down. As promised she had also created some dialogue that mainly consisted of Tom begging for Greg to bugger him and saying how willing he was to give Greg a blow job. It was a very professional film, Stephanie was a very good editor. Tom could see where this was leading but Stephanie spelled the 'whip' out in painful detail. If Tom went to the police she would claim that Tom had been hired to act in a pornographic film and he was trying to extract more money out of her. She did not believe the Police would dream of prosecuting if they saw the DVD, Tom seemed so willing. The real sting in the tail was that she said she would sell the DVD to a pornographic films distributor so all Tom's friends could see Greg taking him and then getting a blow job. For fun she had also edited some footage of Tom in the hot-pants for YouTube, with an arse like his, he would get thousands of hits. He may even become a gay icon! Tom sat back, he knew he was beaten but was determined to put up a fight, "OK, you put up a pretty convincing case, I will agree if you increase my fee to £1,500 per session, and promise never to show another living sole the DVD." Kathy answered this, agreeing but she hoped he would agree to the three of them keeping one copy each for 'personal viewing'. Tom of course was welcome to a copy as well. Tom seeing no alternative compromised. Mel then asked if he would be happy to serve as their slave on a regular basis. Strangely Tom did not reject the idea out of hand merely saying he would let Kathy know. Kathy was happy with this and said his clothes were in his room and he was free to leave. She said she would send round the £1,500 on Monday. When Tom returned to his room he found his jeans and sweatshirt nicely ironed. He also found the pink panties, perhaps a memento. On a whim Tom put them on and stuffed his boxers in his pocket. The satin felt lovely against his skin and he felt the beginnings of an erection (Stephanie was filming Tom dress and was pleased Tom fell for the trap, she liked men in satin knickers!). Tom wandered back to his flat to think about what he had been put through. As he walked he thought people were giving him odd looks, but he felt he probably over conscious. How could they know what had gone on. It was only when he got back to his flat that he realised he was still wearing his slave collar, so he realised he would have to see Kathy at least once more. See the next instalment for the answer as to if Tom becomes a full time slave or if Mel, Stephanie and Kathy have to recruit another unwilling victim.