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Exchange Ch. 01

By: Soft_Mike



CURIOSITY TRAVEL 

He jumped off the bus at the supermarket, and walked the last bit, out of the little sleepy unknown town, along the peaceful country road as he had been told. It was a bright and chilly morning in September and after walking a mile or two without having seen or met a living soul, he saw the farmhouse, or more a mansion-like building in a hardwood grove on the left side of the road, just as described. 

Standing in front of the house he hesitated while there were a couple of entrances to choose between. He heard a sound behind him and when looking over his shoulder he saw a woman coming out from the barn. 

"Hi" she said. 

"Hello... are you Elaine?" he answered stumbling at the same time blushing. 

"No, I'm Maria. You must be Michael... Elaine is inside, I'll show you, come." 

She was tall and big but moved smoothly. Breasts of significant dimensions were bulging under her worn leather coat. Knitted gloves covered large hands when she pointed at the house. 

How come she knew that he was coming here today? He wondered who she was. 

A neighbor... or a friend? Close apparently, as Elaine had let her know about his arrival. 

Maria accompanied him to one of the minor entrances, then further through a vestibule and finally opened a door to a big kitchen where a woman was busy cooking at the stove. She turned around and gave him a big smile, but did not leave the stove.  

"Welcome Michael, nice to see you! I hope the trip went well?" 

"Ahh, yes..." he nodded while grasping for words. Her appearance made him almost stunned. First of all, he didn't know she was African American; he had just assumed she was Caucasian. It didn't change anything, or mattered, he was just surprised. Second; she was tall, probably taller than him, with voluminous shoulders, powerful arms and legs and enormously... incredible big breasts, floating high, threatening to break through a thin light blue knitted sweater sculpturing her impressing and massive upper body. Her hips were, relatively kind of narrow, and her giant buttocks could make anybody breathless... she was like a Goddess. 

For a moment he got scared. What was he up to, what had he let himself in to? To be honest, he had no idea at all who this woman was. And the other woman, Maria? What resistance could he make if things went ruff... against her, against them both? He had got in contact with Elaine on a chat only a fortnight ago. They had started to talk about soft stuff. Michael had told her about his fetish and she had responded that she shared his love for sweaters and similar softness. They had also slipped into talking about sensual expressions. He had let her know about his submissive thoughts and she him about the opposite, her more dominant nature which she would like to explore if the right occasion appeared. Their brains had connected rapidly, ending up with an invitation from her to him to come for a visit, stay a weekend, to enjoy conversation and socialize. And he had said yes, accepted instantly. And here he was, and suddenly a bit scared by second thoughts. But it was too late now, he had to face the situation, trust his intuition, see what would come to happen and deal with it accordingly. 

He was disturbed in his considerations by Elaine who asked them both to sit down for a cup of tea. Michael sat opposite to Maria, now without her coat. 

In spite of Elaine's aura and incredible physiognomy, he could barely take his eyes from Maria's gigantic chest, more or less the same size as Elaine's, swaying in front of him, covered by thick fuzzy grey mohair, glittering like a waterfall over her wonderful brave pumpkins. He was interrupted though, in his not trying to stare at Maria, when Elaine from behind served him his tea and her heavy bosom smoothly rubbed his cheek and shoulder when she leant over him. It was totally electrifying and the emotion of her soft scent and touch made him start trembling. What was happening... he had ever never... not in his wildest dreams, imagined women of this... dimensions. He must calm down... but where would it end... what would this day bring...?! 

Maria didn't stay long. She excused herself; swept the coat over her broad fuzzy shoulders and left, explaining she didn't want to disturb the two in whatever they were up to. And now... they were alone. Elaine cleaned the table, and afterwards friendly and intimate laid her hand on Michael's shoulder and suggested to move to the living room. 

"It's really nice to see you Michael, but you seem a little bit uncertain or perhaps fearful of the situation?" she asked, sitting opposite him in one the two comfortable sofas, with a small black oak table between. 

"Both yes and no" Michael admitted. "Your physics and charisma are very impressive, but at the same time I have no idea what this might end up into. I admit I feel a bit nervous, shy perhaps... and you are right. Yes, I'm uncertain how to handle this whole situation... I mean, what's expected of me, what I am supposed to do... how am I supposed to behave?" 

"When you and I talked about soft stuff we both agreed that we loved it, and that is for me very true, is it still for you?" Michael nodded. 

"Great to hear... while you see, I can't live without my knitted sweaters and stuff, they are a must in my sensual universe" Elaine replied and continued, "And when it comes to whom the power belongs, you correspond to all I had in mind and wished for, Michael. Just stay cool, you mustn't do anything at all, things will work out fine. And quite another thing, I am curious... tell me... do I live up to your expectations... do you feel any attraction to me?" 

Michael nodded again, "Yes, Elaine... you are... very attractive in my eyes." 

"Thanks... you make me happy, Michael" she smiled kindly, "Isn't that all we need right now? And yes, one important thing for you to know... you can always trust on me, I will never let you down." 

Elaine leaned forward, placed her hand on his knee... She was very close now, oh how he wanted to touch her... her breasts were almost touching and he could see nipples through the soft blue fabric... expanding, weren't they? But he must behave, mustn't he... yes, he must. "Please Michael" she said, "Wait here, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." 

She left him and went upstairs. Michael watched her strong back, the shape of her calves and her bushy black hair from behind. 

He reflected over the situation... Elaine was a fabulous woman... she made him boiling inside... he wanted to caress her, hold her... And wasn't she right? They were here and now... and if mutual attraction... could it go wrong? No, it couldn't... But where did she go? She mustn't disappear, show to be just a dream... vanish. He longed for her.

Exchange Ch. 02



DANCING WITH ELAINE 

The stillness was broken by clattering heels when Elaine returned down the stairs. She stopped on the bottom step and let Michael get a good look. Blue was changed to blue. Instead of the thin light blue woolen sweater Elaine was now dressed in marine blue mohair. Unbelievable and magnificent, thick and fuzzy with a huge double folded turtleneck all way up her chin. A wide elastic waist belt sculptured her body hourglass like and made her gigantic breasts look even bigger bulging in front of her. 

The sweater was extra-long, all down her hips and buttocks, down to the middle of her muscular thighs. Her legs were encapsulated in black woolen tights and the dimension of her curvy calves probably oversized Michael's thighs. Four-five inches heels made her tall and celestial. 

Michael was amazed by her gorgeousness; he felt excitement, but also indefinable danger... The powerful amazon approaching him, who was she... really... what was her intention... what kind of adventurous sensuality travel was he eventually to embark? 

As if she had read his mind Elaine spoke: "Dear Michael, the choice is now yours. Don't be afraid, I am your soul mate... and hopefully we will start a wonderful journey together." 

She took the last step down, went slowly across the room to the music player on the TV-bench and turned it on. "Please, come to me", she asked and opened her arms; "I want to dance with you." 

Michael rose from the sofa... he seemed to hesitate... looked at her across the large room, like if he made a judgment... and then a decision. 

She embraced him tenderly and accompanied to the soft music she let him sink into her fuzzy big arms. In her heels she was at least five inch taller so his head came to rest on her shoulder with his nose embedded in the thick mohair turtleneck. Due to her voluminous breasts his arms barely reached around her back. 

It was unbelievable to be in her arms, feeling her juicy big breasts against the chest and her thighs against his as they danced. He noticed her arms change position... wrap around his neck pulling him even closer, almost locking his head against her shoulder. Hel sensed her smell and the sensual soft scent of the mohair; a strange feeling started to tumble inside... his brain began to shiver. 

"Michael, I do like you very much. And I believe I might come to love you seriously and that would be... marvelous. There is only one But. I will not try to persuade you... force you in any way. If you like me, if you want me... if you want us... you have to submit, give yourself up, and leave you over to me. But... if you do and when you do... you will become mine. Would you like that, Michael? Would you like to surrender to me, get all my love... in my way, on my conditions?" 

He looked up at her, listening to her proposal and realized that he was on his way to lose control, but he could not, and wanted not... to resist. He instinctively knew that he didn't want anything else but stay by her... what so ever. 

Elaine stopped dancing and looked down at him. "Michael, if you want me, if you want me to love you... then kiss me, please... seal our love with a kiss. But beware dear... while when you do - you also sign our contract... giving yourself up, becoming mine. I would love you to", she whispered. 

He considered Elaine's proposal, felt the sensual heat from her and his own heat from inside. She was the woman of his dreams... although he didn't know for sure what exactly it could and would implicate. He looked into her eyes... nodded. 

With her arms wound around his neck Elaine teasingly prevented him from stretching upwards. Instead she pulled him very close... bowed her head, meaning he had to bow his head backwards when she approached him from above with her oversized mellow lips. 

Michael closed his eyes... inhaled her breathe... felt her lips gently touch... playfully but seriously... explored his with curiosity... before her space consuming tongue finally slid into... filled his oral cavity, wound around... fought his tongue down, wrapped his mind. And no, he didn't try to resist or avoid, he wanted more, more, more... 

Her embrace became even firmer and he started to tremble by emotion... kissing her... or was it she kissing him... deep and long, enfolded in her sensational and solid arms. 

"Oh my Michael... isn't this great", Elaine looked at him. "Isn't this a blessed moment... you entering my... our world... it's wonderful. But now listen. When entering... you must be absolutely pure... so, please... undress. Leave the old world behind, in a pile on the floor. I want you to step into my realm naked... to become reborn in my arms... Please, Michael." 

He found her request a bit odd... but at the same time reasonable and ceremonial... and he wanted more than anything to be hers. Yes, they were to enter a new world together, an absolutely arousing thought... she wanted him, she really did... and the whole he ached for her.  

He did as she wished, and soon he stood there... nude, in front of his Elaine. She inspected him thoroughly... then took a step forward and hugged him smoothly. And squeezed in her powerful soft embracement Michael almost vanished. 

Elaine looked at him lovingly and whispered: "And now... just one thing more. You see, you have to stand the entry exam. It's a strength test, and it's important to me... to see if you manage to live up to my expectations. It's important for me to measure your strength... to know if you are strong enough to break out of my hold... or not. Thus, if you really, really try. Will you promise to do your absolutely best... to free yourself... to get out of my hold? 

"Yes, of course I will", Michael answered a bit puzzled, "But how... will you let me out of your arms first... or?" She shook her head: "Yes and no... Yes, I will loosen my grip, and no... not quite, while I don't want to risk losing you." 

And so she did, she loosened her grip, but still retained her huge fuzzy arms protectively around his waist. She explained: "I will soon envelope you in a big love hug... and you are to break out... free yourself... nothing more, nothing less. As simple as that, okay?" Michael thought it over for a second, considered the challenge. "Okay, I understand... it's alright", he approved. 

Gently Elaine put her hands on Michael's arms and positioned them along his sides where after she without haste wrapped her arms around... joined her hands behind his back and smoothly clasped him in a her hug. She instructed him with low but eager voice: "Now Michael, now is time to show me... please do, break out... free yourself... And don't forget, you must succeed... while if not you are lost for ever." 

Michael felt strangely trapped. His arms were locked along his sides... the whole of him... was getting more and more troublesome compressed... as well as tightly squeezed... the giant breasts against his upper chest... and his face... his nose... deeply pressed into the soft turtleneck. He took a deep breath, inhaled the scent of the hot mohair... counted silent to three, wriggled in her hold... and made a first attempt to escape. But the result was poor. His arms remained clutched along his sides, he came nowhere. He rested for a moment... in order to surprise her, he knew he could do it... made a second attempt by letting all his strength literally explode... all power he possibly could muster... But no, he didn't manage this time either; she was strong, stronger than he had thought. And her grasp tightened... his situation became critical. 

Cold swept through... he must not fail. He must not lose her now, not being good enough to manage the entry test... not when standing here on the threshold of heaven's door. He needed not to panic... he had to be brave and tough. A couple of further deep breaths... and please... get strong! He made a furious attempt... all power he could gather... once again. Break ooouut... yeeees!! 

Getting aware of the situation he realized his state was problematic... while he was still in her hold, and it was tightened even more... his elbows were now inflexibly squeezed against his ribs... it hurt... he couldn't move, it became difficult to breathe and his body ached... He had to beg her... "please... please!" 

No answer... and by surprise he noticed... his feet had no contact with the floor any more... he was elevated... "Please Elaine... give me another chance... please." Yes, he knew he had failed, but was he really ten and out? Would she turn him down... reject him? Was he to be regarded as not approved...? Would she send him away... ask him to leave... Paradise? 

"Mmm... Darling", she mumbled standing there... with Michael suspended and caught in her bear hug. He was stuck in her vice of flesh and blood... "You didn't manage!", she admonished him. "You are not strong enough... 

"But... still, you have passed your exam... which actually is a confirmation of me being far stronger than you... in spite you performing your maximum of effort. It's great that you can't... it is really great! I love your helplessness, dear... I love to know that you are helpless when in my hands... it is incredibly sexy. 

Without loosening her grip, she carried him across the room to the big sofa. In her devastating hug he could do nothing but flounder with his feet. She sat down and twirled him quickly around, trapped his legs between her huge thighs and twisted his free arm behind his back so he couldn't move, couldn't get anywhere. His bare buttocks shone white as he lay on his stomach on her marine blue mohair covered lap... embarrassed and immobilized. 

"Michael, you must understand how important it is... for you to realize that you really are mine. You will truly get to understand, like you did a moment ago, that I am physically far stronger than you... and I am the one who set up the rules. I can, I need and I will humiliate you, educate you... for you to understand exactly that. It's necessary for you to learn submission... learn to obey my every wish and demand. And any objection or protest from your side will of course inevitably lead to punishment." 

And then, without warning, she slapped him hard on his bare buttocks which made him yell of surprise and pain. "Did it hurt?" she asked and he nodded intensively: "Yes... yes, please!" She hit him again, even harder, and he squirmed to get away but there was no way away. "Please, Elaine... please", he begged. 

He jerked by surprise and pain... it was totally unexpected and it hurt... He still processed the fact that the entry test only was to ensure... that he would try his absolutely best in order to free himself... The challenge was her test... for her to get a receipt of her superiority... it was confusing. While, what happened now... why was he still trapped... and he couldn't get away... or could he? She hurt him... please stop... pleas Elaine... I admit you are stronger... I do!! 

But she continued... The adventure had taken quite a turn... and also... Michael was right now completely unable to influence his situation. He begged her... but she did not listen... she continued... spanked him systematically without clemency until he cried like a little baby... understanding it was true, the pain was no game. 

When finished Elaine took the sniveling Michael in her arms, wiped tears from his cheek, caressed him tenderly: "Dear, it will be just fine. I will take care of you. From now on you will become my man, my boy, my child... and I will take care of you all."



Exchange Ch. 03



Elaine stroked Michael's hair, rocked him quietly in her big mohair arms with his head leaning on her massive bosom. She felt his scent of fear and excitement and her nipples got hard, bulged visibly under the thick knitted sweater covering her amazing breasts. She closed her eyes and whispered comforting: "Just be a good boy now and everything will be fine. I will keep you safe; you will always be secure by me, darling." 

She put him down in front of the couch, on his knees, and wrapped her thighs around his waist and arms, locked him in place. Michael's primary reaction was to object and instinctively made an effort to avoid the entrapment but it wasn't possible, he was caught between her huge legs. 

Elaine gripped his chin and reminded him about the situation: "Stop it Michael. First of all; you are mine and you are to do exactly as I tell you. And second, don't forget I am superior you physically and love to show that anytime, so if you make the tiniest effort to revolt I will immediately punish you, and it will be even worse than the spanking. And good for you to know that I will love it... will love any reason to punish you, while it brings me such wonderful excitement... to teach you, to humiliate you, to get you understand you belong to me, dear." 

With him still stuck between her legs she reached for a skein of leather. "Michael, look what I have for you... This is a head harness, handcrafted especially for you... it's a gift... and it's time for you to try it on." 

She tightened her hold until Michael started to moan, then she gently pushed his head backwards, took his chin in a firm grip and forced a muzzle gag into his mouth. The connecting harness soon encircled Michael's head; over, sideways... under. It was combined with a wide leather collar, which finally was buckled around his neck. The whole harness system became very tight when Elaine thoroughly fastened all straps and buckles. The muzzle was anchored deep inside his mouth and prevented very effectively further conversation. 

She stood up, raised Michael on his feet, looked at him... gave him a friendly hug at the same time she put her big lips towards the silencing gag and kissed him... or did she kiss her harness outcome? "Wow, this is my boy!", she commented with satisfaction. "Did I tell you that I like you? And especially now when I've got hold of you in such a satisfying manner. But we are not quite finished yet... Come." 

All had gone very quickly... In spite he tried to avoid Elaine gagging him he had not been able to. She had forced his mouth open... he couldn't get away... It was strangely shocking to be forced into silence. Why did she? He tried to spit it out... remove it with his tongue... but he couldn't while the tongue was locked... flat down the cavity, no chance... the whole mouth was occupied... and the straps were very tight all around his head... He must try to communicate... but he got aware his pleading just became guttural sounds... How was he going to get rid of it? He realized he had to take it easy... wait until he was left alone or something... 

Elaine took his hand, intertwined her fingers with his and escorted him, hand in hand, further into the mysterious house. Although she had kicked off her shoes she was still at least one or two inches taller than him. "By the way", she asked, "Have you reflected over the fact that you belong to a woman right now? And she has grappled you into submission... she has spanked you and gagged you... and you have not been able to prevent her from doing it. What if she brought you one level more of helplessness, how would that feel... how would you deal with it? " Michael looked at her with surprise, as if he didn't really understand the meaning. "Never mind...", Elaine smiled, "This way, darling." 

They entered a big empty room decorated only with a huge thick quadrangular carpet. There were no windows. The room was illuminated by sconces on the dark blue velvet walls. A silvery chain was dangling from the ceiling; its end seemed somewhere right over the middle of the black carpet. It was very quiet. 

Elaine headed him onto the carpet, stopped under the chain. She reached out, grabbed, and swiftly attached a snap link in the end of the mysterious chain to a metal eyelet on top of Michael's harness. Leaving him standing there she went towards a grey metallic box placed on one of the walls. It looked like some kind of operative central. 

Left on the carpet there was at a sudden an opportunity... his chance to ungag himself, in order to get a discussion with Elaine... request her for a bit more respect... Yes, that wouldn't be more than fair. He fingered for the buckles... they were difficult to identify... and very thoroughly strapped... Come on! 

Standing by the control box Elaine observed his effort... Without haste she pushed a button and the chain slowly started to pull up. Michael almost lost his balance when he suddenly was forced upwards by the chain heading for the ceiling. He had to give up his rescuing attempt and concentrate at not losing balance. He ended, forced by the stretched chain, standing high up on his toes. In frustration he made an objecting mumbling noise, although he stopped when Elaine came back and gave him a stern look. His situation right now seemed quite vulnerable. 

She brought a bunch of white rolls. Michael waved his arms to maintain balance. "These ones...", she explained, "are elastic bandages... very strong, very effective and also very self-adhesive. So, if you don't watch out, you might pretty soon become pretty disabled. How sad you didn't succeed in freeing yourself from the gag, Michael. But you see, if you would have managed... I would have taken you down again, spanked you even more... and put the gag in place again. You will become aware, that there is no way out when in my hands... there will be no more opportunities for you from now on... I will show you." 

She started wrapping his legs, one by one, all way down finishing off with his feet. Thereafter, starting from his hips, she carefully wrapped his legs together... tight, tight... lap after lap with the strong elastic bandage... Once again all way down his feet which she enclosed side by side in a solid viscous package. 

She left him for a moment, adjusted... extended... the chain, which permitted him to stand on his soles instead of his toes. 

Michael understood he was in real trouble... his legs were mummified... useless, he could not move... and what would she do next... mummify the whole of him? He must fight for not to lose all his limbs... how could he avoid her to take control of his arms? He must be clever and strong! 

Back again Elaine grabbed one of his arms, Michael fought back, but she just turned him her back, squeezed the arm between her upper arm and body, twisted it until he moaned by discomfort... kept in position and wrapped his hand into an artfully well sealed bundle. Then from arm pit down to the hand... and did equally with his other arm. 

In spite of his futile resistance Elaine without problems locked Michael's arms along his body and then, starting from his neck she enfolded his whole upper body inclusive his arms tightly along his sides. Michael became, piece by piece, transformed into a white slender cocoon, ensnared and lost... as lap after lap of the superior sticky bandage turned him into complete helplessness. Finally Elaine methodically encased his head with layer after layer, only leaving a narrow slit for his nostrils and eyes. 

No, she was too strong... it was not possible... and now, what to do... she was enveloping him and he could just watch... be inside... and his mobility... he could hardly move... no, he couldn't move at all... Please!! 

Elaine stepped back and took a good look... observed his eyes begging for her compassion. But there was no compassion to get right now. Instead she unlocked the snap hook... smiled at Michael's vain attempts to remain standing. And when he toppled over she caught him in her strong arms: "My little helpless caterpillar boy... come to mommy, she will take care of you." 

She let him down on the soft carpet on his back. Put one foot on either side the squirming him... looked down... and started to caress her enormous breasts, let him watch her nipples grow, bulge under the fuzzy knitted mohair fabric... grow even bigger as she moved her hands down and touched her sex. She rubbed herself with more and more intense... continuously... until the orgasm came to her... let him watch the spasms when she with closed eyes shivered by lust as the orgasmic waves swept through her massive sultry body. 

After calming down Elaine kneeled beside the immobilized capture of hers, looked him in the eyes and talked to him: "You are making me so happy, Michael. It's incredible sensual... as right now... having poured you into a third layer of restraint... how will you ever get out, little you? On the other hand, you are not to get anywhere... ever. By the way, have I explained the theory of layers?", she asked rhetorically. 

"Well, this is how it is. The first layer was you surrendering to me, accepting me as superior you, meaning I am entitled to do whatever I find suitable with you, whenever I want. The second layer is my physical strength... I will overpower you, take you down, make you helpless in any situation... and I love that... to wrestle you down and capture. And finally... the third layer is immobilization... you in restraints... totally unable to free yourself. And... perhaps good for you to know... that, by us you will always be shielded by at least three layers... by us... in your new life." 

Michael made big eyes by surprise when she suddenly said us and couldn't keep from loudly formulate a question: "Ggggghh... gggghhh?" 

"You mean us?", Elaine inquired... and Michael nodded. She explained: "Us, are me and my younger sister of course. You have already met her... Maria. We are twins, identical twins, and we always part everything. I am twelve minutes older than her, so I am the boss, of course... but she is perhaps even stronger than me, so watch out, dear..." Michael looked at Elaine with evident mistrust, as if he didn't believe what she said. 

"By the way", Elaine continued, "She is on her way... and you are to challenge her... wrestle against her that means. But you will not get a fair chance; you are to fight her here on the carpet, mummified as you are. There are two possibilities for you to overcome: First, manage to escape from the carpet... now, immediately, before she arrives. Or, resist her strength... prevent her pinning you down. If you manage, in one or another way, you win... and only I will rule over you. But if Maria takes you down you will also become hers." 

The challenge is starting right now, running for five minutes, Michael. Try to escape before she comes, that is your best possibility I believe. Good luck." 

This was slowly becoming a night mare... how would he get out of this situation... or was that exactly the idea... to humiliate him? But if he only could get off the carpet... it was very hard to move. He must succeed... he must demonstrate his independence... don't allow her... them... to play around with him... show them... get off now! 

Elaine took a step aside and watched the encased Michael, in his white wrapping on the black carpet, wriggle and squirm in his effort to move, to escape the soft arena... but he didn't succeed well at all. How he tried, he didn't even manage to roll over laterally; her mummification was very strict, very well well-done... he got nowhere... He tried to explain that he found the situation unfair: "Gggggghh!" 

But Elaine didn't answer, just looked down at him with satisfaction. And suddenly, appearing from nowhere, her sister Maria was standing there. "Hello Michael...", she said.



Exchange Ch. 04



TWO SISTERS 

Maria stepped forward, one foot on either side of the fettered Michael. She looked down and smiled: "You couldn't figure it out? Do you think I would miss my share for one second?", she said, as she stroke her big hands over her gigantic, fuzzy breasts, which from below, seemed even bigger than Elaine's monster melons. 

How stupid can one be... Michael reflected, vainly squirming between her legs. Why didn't he count that out at once? Maria's haircut was slightly different from Elaine's; shorter and less curly, but her facial features were very similar, her nose a bit bigger and her lips only slightly thinner than Elaine's almost oversized juicy mouth. Twins of course! And her heavy, fuzzy sweater was identical to Elaine's; only dark grey. He would love to challenge her, be able to face the wonderful danger and risk to get lost in her arms. But immobilized like this he could do nothing. Please... he just wanted to get a fair chance... He tried to make her aware of that by yelling: "Ggggggghhh!" 

Maria neither took attention to his mumbling nor to his protest; instead she leisurely sank down and straddled him. Mummified and caught between her enormously thighs playfully squeezing his upper body, it was obvious that the fight already was to its end. 

"So, Michael, I wonder if you understand how I need you, how much me and my boobs need to possess you... rule over you. Elaine will love to humiliate and immobilize you... but for me... you will from now on and forever be slave to my demanding breasts. You are to suckle them and be at their service, day out and day in... of course with no possibility to deny. It will be absolutely great", she smiled and wound her big fuzzy arms around his neck and dragged his white wrapped-in face into the deep of her enormously bosom. He sank into; more or less disappeared in the grey soft fuzziness. She clutched him lovingly at the same time her whole body floated out over him, buried him... as one more layer of restraint. In her embrace he was completely at her mercy, surrounded and absorbed. 

Maria kept him in her soft captivity for minutes... helpless, squirming, surrounded and caught by her colossal breasts, struggling for air, for his life... until Elaine made a sign and declared game over. Michael was at that stage nearly unconscious, having been trapped in her mohair embracement with almost no possibility to breathe. 

The two women carried the mummified wriggling Michael to a large bathroom, nicely furnished with a couple of chairs, flower pots and a decorative high narrow bench. Standing straight up in the voluminous area he was freed from the elastic white bandage that kept him prisoner, also from the head harness with its gag. Maria pushed him down one of the chairs where after also she sat down, astride his lap. Quickly she wrapped her big legs around his waist including his arms squeezed along his upper body and locked her heels comfortably at the back of the chair. 

"Welcome", she said, "To become ours... it is such a tremendous good feeling. You are a handsome young man, did you know that? And it will be just great from now on, for us to take care of you in the absolutely best way we can." She pushed her giant mohair bosom towards his chest and by using strength and weight, she nailed him against the back of the chair with her divine upper body... at the same time she gripped his neck with large hands and held him firmly. "There is so much for you to learn... sooo much... and it will be wonderful to teach you", she continued, at the same time Elaine with a trimmer started to cut his hair off, crew cut him neatly. 

Michael reacted, made an attempt to formulate a question: "Why...", but Maria immediately put a hand over his mouth: "Mike, I have told you not to questioning things. You are to do just as we say... nothing else. And if you don't, we will have to punish you, do you understand?" 

Maria's stern voice made him frightened. He suddenly got scared by the whole situation. What had he jumped into? Aroused by the shivering sensuality of being in Elaine's strong arms... squeezed against her heavenly bosom... embraced by the irresistible goddess of softness... a woman of his innermost dreams... he just couldn't resist her and he had said YES. But, what had been an exciting sensual game... at least that was HIS opinion... serious yes... but still a game... Wasn't it a game anymore? 

What would they do to him... and could he stop this whole thing by saying NO, I've had enough? While right now it seemed more like bizarre reality!? Could they really mean what they said... was he to become their hostage... for long time? No, he had his life... his job... his own world to handle. But at the same time... he was well aware that he was without any chance to escape from these amazons, if they didn't want him to... IF they decided to keep him, keep him in their captivity. What was he up to??? 

He kept silent but made a cautious attempt to challenge Maria's hold, to force... push, her upper body away. But it was as if she sensed it... while her broad shoulders, the huge upper arms and giant breasts squeezed him even firmer against the chair back and her impressive thighs were tightened up around his waist. 

No, no chance... he realized he was defenseless at the moment, right now he was under their spell... BUT, there must be... must appear an opportunity for him, for them, to discuss... a possibility for him to be able to change his mind, to turn the game into a joint role play... sure it would! He told himself to relax, take it easy... wait and see. 

When Maria had finished the cropping, they blindfolded him with a piece of the elastic bandage and placed him in the shower area with his back to a metal pole. He was secured with a rubber necklace attached to the pole and there was no other choice but to remain standing there. 

Elaine and Maria undressed but the blindfolded Michael could not view the naked sisters and their exceptionally bodies; large rounded shoulders, voluminous and powerful arms, muscular buttocks and legs and their gigantic breasts dangling when they together lathered, washed and thoroughly shaved the defenseless whole of him; armpits, chest, arms, legs, upper body and finally his head and genitals. 

Clean shaven from tip to toe they brought him to the narrow padded bench... where he naked, forced on his back, rapidly was strapped by a system of leather ribbons attached to the padding; around his neck, chest, wrists, waist and ankles. Elaine explained the situation at the same time she placed a bath towel over him: "Stay here and relax sweetheart, we will be right back." 

Shit. This was not how he had been thinking about relax... silly restrained and again unable to influence the situation. Was he brave enough to initiate a discussion, just a friendly chat regarding terms and conditions? In spite he knew he wasn't allowed... but still. Of course they would understand his dilemma, his anxiety and interest in some kind of negotiating... sure they would! 

Soon the sisters were back. They removed the towel and his blindfold, looked down at him friendly from each side the bench and started inspecting their shaving work. Michael couldn't hardly believe his eyes. They were dressed in identically black woolen dresses, ending slightly over the knees, with huge cowl necks, like hoods... embedding their beautiful faces. The deep neckline exposed their enormously big breasts with their bottomless cleavages. Finger mittens of same fabric as the knitted dresses were seamlessly attached to the end of the sleeves... knitted in one piece it seemed. 

He was not quite sure who was who as their hair were covered by the baggy cowl necks. The tight ribbed structure of the dresses showed every curve of their unbelievable bodies. He wanted to touch them but he couldn't, he wanted it so badly... but he was far too well secured to the bench to be able. 

When they touched... caressed his naked extradited body, securely restrained on the tall bench, their amazingly bosoms came to touch him; caressed his naked shaved skin heavily and unbearable. 

Michael closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of wool and excitement. At the same time he worried... while their eyes were determinedly focused, there was a dangerous vibration present, like when predators prepare for attack... they were of course up to something, but what? What would happen next? Would he stand it and WHY wasn't he allowed to have any influence at all regarding this game? He tried once more to challenge his fetters... but no chance; he was in their hands... so far. 

"Great, Michael... now you are in the state we want you. Clean and smooth like a little baby... our baby, and in our hands. Be a good boy now and everything will be just fine", Elaine... probably... commented, due to her bigger lips. 

He couldn't quite grasp what she meant by "our baby"? He was a big guy. Big enough to make his voice heard for example and he instinctively knew this was his chance... the opportunity. In spite of all admonitions he decided to surprise them by taking the initiative: "Please, there is one thing we should...", he started. 

But his plan to take the initiative was instantly outvoted by Maria. Not by words, not by arguing... Instead, she pushed four fuzzy fingers down Michael's throat and clasped her free thumb under his jaw, firm enough to make Michael yell in pain, or more moan: "Nnnggn... nnnggn...", begging her to stop. 

But she didn't. She forced him to chew her fuzzy big digits filling his mouth. He could hardly inhale... and not get away... and the thumb firmly clasping his jaw was hurting. He would have liked to wriggle out of her grasp, yes... and he tried but he couldn't... he was totally stuck in her humiliating human gag. 

Was it really that stupid to wish for a dialogue? Why didn't they allow him? Could it really be true what they had repeated over and over again... that he for real was in their possession? For real...? Right now he must admit he was... and very much so; degraded like a sacrificial lamb on their altar. He looked at the two women towering over him... huge and frightening and absolutely wonderful. He silently begged... Please... listen! 

Michael's muffling scream got Maria to loosen her grip slightly but she did not quite let go. She kept her fingers down his mouth, held him steadily until he had calmed down. Then she bent forward, still keeping him gagged with demanding fuzzy fingers, and whispered: "My little obstinate boy. You know exactly what we have stated, don't you? I will not hear one more word coming over your lips without being asked for it... are we agree?" 

He could feel her balmy breathe when she talked to him... at the same time he was sucking her big strong wooly fingers... what could he do? He didn't dare to oppose any more right now... his situation was far too vulnerable. Maria scared him... they both did by the way. They constantly humiliated him... teased him in some strange way... leaving no way out... abused him. When thinking of never get free again a chilly vibration spread through his whole body and he began to shiver... what would they do to him? Why couldn't they talk about the situation... the game? While it must be a game, mustn't it? 

He pulled himself together, he had to be brave, and yes... he had to wait. The opportunity would come. He nodded in agreement. 

Maria looked at him thoughtfully for quite long... scanned his reaction with inquiring eyes. Then she made a decision and slowly pulled her fuzzy fingers out of his mouth... put her big hand over his face... like a symbolic gesture. Let him scent her superior palm... the wool. After a while she nodded to Elaine and they released him. Maria took the naked well shaven Michael in her arms, as if he was a feather, and carried him out of the bathroom. 

The sisters brought Michael to the living room... sat down, beside each other, in the huge couch. And now, all happened very quickly. They placed him on his back on their wide woolen laps. Maria folded his arms over and back of his head, locked them, and locked his upper body in her wooly embracement... pulled him, his face, into the soft sheltering encasing bosom. Imprisoned in the soft encasement, Michael could... through the knitted fabric... feel a hard nipple grow against his face. 

At the same time, as earlier this evening, Elaine sealed his legs between her thighs, put one arm under his back and forced him upwards, like a bow... created tension, resulting in Michael at a sudden was entirely incapable to move in their common hold. And then... with a strong fuzzy hand, Elaine grabbed his genitals and Michael very soon got very hard... with or against his will. She leaned forward, seized his hard dick between her queen-size juicy lips and sucked him in, resolute and not negotiable. 

Deep down Elaine's throat Michael, helplessly wriggling, could not prohibit Elaine's intention and soon a red lightning blew his mind in a thousand pieces and he ejaculated embedded in their durable and unconquerable embrace.



Exchange Ch. 05



THE CHILD 

The two women kept the quivering Michael on their laps. His arms were still trapped by Maria. "Darling Michael, isn't this a lovely beginning", Elaine said. "It is such a sexual outburst to force you to come to us without you having any possibility to stop it. You see, we will empty you totally in every aspect, sexually as well as mentally... step by step until all power of yours is ours." 

Michael felt embarrassed and exposed. They played with him. He despised himself for not being able to resist when they played this abusing game. It seemed like his cock rather joined the opponents than him. And he felt ashamed not being able to resist their physical supremacy, totally overpowered, flat on his back on their laps. His legs were hopelessly stuck between Elaine's and in spite he really fought to free himself from Maria's arms he got nowhere... she smiled and tightened her hold... seemingly effortless. He didn't dare to complain but looked up at her, fettered and outnumbered... as if would help. But it didn't. 

"You maybe think this is a game but it is not", Maria spoke... "We will teach you, let you understand, that there is absolutely no way out for you... there is no way of return. Try to get that into your mind... In our hands you will get to learn what real and total helplessness is about. It is not a question of you to surrender, because you already have. While, since the second you kissed Elaine on the dance floor you have been caught... and this trap you will never escape. It is for you really to understand... really... and until you really do, we will preserve you helpless like a newborn little child, to get you to understand that we possess you... that the whole of you belong to us. Try to realize the fact that you will never get out of this, you are right now involved in a never ending process of total power exchange." 

"And furthermore", she continued, "Haven't we told you always to do as we say? Despite that, you have already objected and complained at least twice... and for that reason you will of course be punished." 

Unexpectedly and swiftly he was turned over on his stomach. Maria twisted his arms behind his back and locked his head between the back of her huge upper arm and her big thigh. And his legs were already secured between Elaine's. She stretched her fuzzy hand for a paddle behind her. 

He recognized at a sudden that he couldn't move his head... it was kind of squeezed between Maria's arm and thigh and his nose and mouth was tightly pressed against her waist under her big breast which totally covered his head... He felt disappeared... and scent of soft wool filled both nose and mouth. He tried to get away but it was impossible. Soon he became aware that also arms and legs were immobilized... Yet he made another attempt... but the whole of him was totally stuck... and he understood what was to come but still yelled in surprise and pain when the first blow hit his extremely exposed butt. But his scream drowned in the softness he was tightly squeezed against. He tried to wriggle, tried to free himself, but he just couldn't. 

Elaine hit Michael's bare buttocks rapidly. He flinched and moaned but he was entirely unable in their female vice. There was nothing for him but take his punishment. Elaine got her first orgasm always immediately... and during the arousing session she got several more... When finished, Michael was allowed to weep out in Maria's cuddly arms. She rocked him comforting whilst Elaine, with her eyes closed, leaned back to catch her breathe. 

A couple of minutes later Elaine had improved from her spanking orgasms. She got up and left the room, but was soon was back carrying a voluminous pink pack in her arms: "It is time to start your education Michael", she declared. "I told you before that you will be our man, our boy and our little child. You must learn to behave properly and we will start from the beginning. This wonderful overall is for our baby, for you that means.", she explained. 

Maria still kept Michael in her comforting embrace when Elaine started with sliding his feet into the pink fuzziness... continued with his legs... which smoothly disappeared into the incredibly thick knitted item. 

Still not recovered from the spanking... his butt hurt and his mood was out of balance... and what was going on right now? It was difficult to grasp... his feet were strangely enough already down in something looking like a knitted overall... including knitted feet cover...!? Yes... extremely thick knitting covered and enclosed his feet... and now also his legs... and Maria pushed him up and soon also his hips were inside the fuzziness. 

It was like standing up to the waist... in a soft basin. Was it good or bad? Were they cheating on him once again? He sensed danger... while standing there inside the fuzziness there was still more to com... a connected part of the item was hanging in front of him... like a kind of thick soft apron, with something looking like sleeves, although no openings in the ends... more like tubes... what was it for? 

There was an opening, and... Michael was directed by Maria to bend forward... to stretch his arms straight out and dive into the dark hole... Elaine helped him to find his way, to orientate into the deep... to have his arms slide into the tube like sleeves and head into... into what? For a moment only darkness... then obediently bow and wriggle at her command... and finally the whole of him was inside the knitted fuzzy piece. 

When Michael was well in place inside the fluffy cat suit... Maria sealed it with a durable nylon zipper on the backside... from lower back up to the edge of his shoulder blades. The zipper was concealed under a knitted flap, part of the suit... and when properly closed one could not even see the hidden zipper. The massive mohair suit was composed of layer and layer of knitted mohair, very thick and very tight... it seemed to have been knitted directly on Michael's body. 

He took a good look at himself... it was amazing. He was surrounded... enclosed... from head to toe in this extremely thick knitted garment... except for a tiny narrow slit for his eyes and a small hole in front of his mouth. He touched his head... and yes, it was inside some kind of hood which seemed to be part of... yes, it was part of the outfit... It struck him that he was trapped inside this prison garment! When looking at his hands he realized they were taken away from him... The sleeves had no openings... they were actually not sleeves but knitted tubes, meaning his hands and arms were more or less... eliminated. He got even more confused... and at a sudden scared... how would he be able to get out of this? He got dizzy... lost his orientation... "How am I getting out???", he asked straight out, but got no answer. 

Instead, Maria from behind wrapped her muscular arms around his upper body, locked his along his sides and held him tightly while Elaine arranged a solid leather harness around his head... with a peculiar gag attached, in shape of an big rubber teat, which she firmly and swiftly pushed deep down Michael's mouth... forcing it wide open, completely occupied his cavity... for him to bite over and suck. She tightened the straps thoroughly and the harness sank down into the soft mohair... inescapable. 

Michael seemed disordered... made actually no attempt to object or fight against... as if he yet not really had understood the extent of what was happening. 

When done... Elaine and Maria took a step back and inspected the result. They touched him and commented the stunningly softness and the perfect fit. Teasingly they dragged him down... on the floor, on his back. Maria kneeled above his head, caught it between her huge thighs... and Elaine kneeled down astride his legs. Having him in this helpless and defenseless position they efficiently provided his wrists and ankles with strong, shining black, leather cuffs. 

Lying outmaneuvered on his back... surprised and not really aware of what had happened Michael looked up at the women, now standing beside him... They seemed content... a bad sign. What was going on... "Ghhhhhhhh!!???", he tried to ask them... Shit... he couldn't... and again he experienced a freezing cold emotion inside. The gag... they had cut him off... why this big silly teat? Why this situation... he had already been punished... how would he now be able to communicate... to DISCUSS? What about getting the opportunity... when enclosed and gagged? He got angry, once more he shouted out LOUD... but there was no reaction to his guttural protest. 

In anger he tried to get up from the floor. But the bulky suit made him clumsy and he had difficulties getting on his feet. Elaine and Maria helped him where after they took the squirming Michael in their arms. They carried him, in spite of his protests, away through dusky unrevealed parts of the mysterious mansion. 

Finally they entered a large empty room, where they placed him on his back on a thick wowed carpet. 

With a very short metallic chain Maria attached his left wrist to his right ankle and Elaine did the same with his right arm and left leg. His arms became stretched out along his sides and his legs fully folded. The short chains running under his buttocks connected effectively and troublesome wrist and ankle cuffs and gave him very little space for movements. 

The sisters opened the windows and let the chilly September breeze into the room. They returned to their trapped Michael and kneeled beside him: 

"Michael, it's time for reflection", Elaine clarified. "You arrived here this morning and gave yourself to me... to us. And we will not let you out of our hands. Reflect over the fact that since I took you in my arms on the dance floor, you haven't had the slightest little opportunity to escape. And that's how it will be, you will go nowhere. You are our little baby now... and if you behave well you might advance to our little boy and maybe in the future even to our man... maybe. But we will always keep you in restraints; remember that... you will always stay completely helpless and you might find that annoying but it is part of your education. Try to visualize the thought... that you will ever never get out of our restraints... never. And it's such a wonderful thought, isn't it dear?" 

"We can do whatever we like with you...", Maria said, "And... we will. So, take your time and think it over. Reflect over the fact that you are helplessly trapped and never will get out of it... that we will suck you out totally, turn you and your mind inside out... and when we are finished, you will, strangely enough, beg for more." 

They stood up and left him lying there. "As I said, Michael", Elaine repeated, "take your time, think it over... see you in a while." And gone they were. 

Michael fought his shackles with intense but the short diagonal chains made it impossible... his four limbs were more or less hooked together... what could he do? He realized that locked up in this heavy mohair suit, gagged and with his limbs firmly tied up... escape was no alternative. He could hardly move at all, he saw no possibility to get out of the restraints... and if, what then should he do... wait for to be caught and once again punished by the two amazons? 

He realized that Elaine was right. He was in their hands. The two big strong sisters with their physical superiority and their enormously breasts had him trapped. And if it was true... no plans letting him go... what then could he? The answer "nothing" made him shudder inside... but also... brought strange excitement. To touch and feel the sensual women in their incredibly sensual soft outfits had been absolutely sensational... and strangely enough there also was a dizzy hopeless excitement in being entirely helpless in their uncompromising hands... and also in being lost in this remarkable mohair prison. 

He sensed the knitted fabric in his nostrils and he knew, as the prisoner he now had become... that, he could do nothing but try to rest and relax... wait and see. 

Half an hour or may be one hour later... the door opened and Elaine and Maria returned. They were carrying a big child's bed... a crib, with splint sides, which they placed in the middle of the room. 

Sitting beside Michael, Elaine observed him closely, where after she asked: "Dear... have you realized that you are in a state where you are captured, helpless and ours?" Due to the gag Michael could not answer... but he confirmed by slowly nodding. 

"Good", Elaine answered... and teasingly showed him a calendar... very much looking like his own. 

He jerked in surprise... It was his calendar! Meaning they had searched his private things, his backpack...! He got upset... fought his shackles... got of course nowhere... wanted to argue with her; to get it back... it was his personal stuff. But she just smiled... took no notice... just seemed satisfied. "Nnnnnnngg!!", he objected. 

Elaine opened the diary, browsed it with curious interest: "It seems like you have holiday the coming two weeks sweetheart... is it true?" 

Michael could nothing but nod again while it was obvious and true... he had two weeks holiday right now, free to do whatever he wanted. Although it was not his intention that the two sisters would get to know about it. 

"Isn't that fine, little Mikki. No one will miss you for two whole weeks... it fits our educational program perfect. And next step when comes to education is to bring you one more layer of helplessness", she informed and in the next moment got serious: "I will let you up now... but watch out... behave yourself." 

When Michael, who looked forward to be released, had calmed down, Elaine released him from the restraining chains. At the same time Maria joined the group bringing a big solid leather sack. "Look here Michael, it's a baby's sleeping bag", she explained. "The finest pink leather and inside lined with thick soft pink acrylic fabric... for a little baby boy like you, to sleep in, Michael. Isn't it wonderful!?" 

Michael objected sharply while he understood what they had in mind... but his protest was overruled. And he could not stop them... starting with his legs, they gradually poured him inside. They continued with his arms, which were pulled into separate internal sleeves in spite his wriggling and squirming. When the whole of him was well inside they sealed the sack with a zipper running from down the hips up to his chin. His head came to rest in an open attached hood, which they laced tightly around his face, just leaving the eyes, the nose and the teat gag visible. 

Michael tried to struggle but immediately realized it was meaningless and he gave it up. Right now there really was nothing for him to do... once again trapped... only even worse... he just couldn't move... another breathtaking experience... just lie there and look upon the superior sisters. Why?? He wanted to ask... but no one listened to his objections... 

Together Elaine and Maria with ease brought the sack containing Michael to the crib and placed him inside, surrounded by the wooden splints... in high position. With a snap link Elaine secured the head end of the sack to the bed bottom... and the same Maria did with the sack's foot end. Michael, lying flat and fastened, surrounded by the solid splints... looking up at the two big women in their soft black knitted dresses with their gigantic bosoms swaying over him... was not able to do anything; he was more helpless than he ever had been that day. 

Finally, Elaine released a hidden flap, part of the pink mohair suit, and blindfolded the restrained Michael thoroughly. And... encapsulated, blindfolded and gagged, chained to the oversized crib... he was once again left alone.



Exchange Ch. 06



THE PRAM 

Michael realized that the situation was critical. He could not move his limbs at all, he was caught in this leather sack, gagged and blindfolded, and right now there was absolutely no way to influence his situation. Deep embedded and restrained in layers of ensnaring wool, he knew he had to endure; there was no other opportunity. Also... Elaine had found his calendar, meaning he maybe wouldn't get out of this house for days... for weeks? It was a dizzying thought, both frightening and arousing. It had been an exhausting day so far... Everything was kind of upside down, not least his mind... and he really was tired... and lying there helplessly captured as their baby boy, he fell asleep. 

A vibration made him wake up. He felt something or someone touch and all of a sudden the blindfold flap was removed. He looked up and saw two completely unknown women standing there... looking down at him... No, not women... they were more like young girls. The shorter of them touched his face inquiringly: "Wow..." she said, and the taller whispered: "Yes... it's the new boyfriend." 

The surprised Michael reflectively tried to communicate, to explain the situation: "Mmmmgggg". But they didn't make any attempt to answer, they just looked at him with curiosity. Then, without a word they blindfolded him again and gone they were.  

Pretty soon after, the blindfold again was removed and he identified Maria leaning over him. She was redressed... she wore a bulky very fuzzy orange mohair sweater with deep neckline showing a bottomless cleavage between her colossal boobs. "Hope you had a good sleep my little boy?", she said, "While you see, now is time for us to get home to my place." 

She unfastened the carbines head and feet, blindfolded him again and lifted him up from the crib and carried him away. In her arms he felt like a feather, and humiliated... and there was no space really for objecting... he was far too well wrapped up, caught inside the sack... And still blindfolded, not able to see where they were was headed. When she finally removed the blindfold, he was placed in a huge black couch in a living room similar to Elaine's, but in a darker scale when it came to furnishing. 

Still enveloped and gagged, Maria placed him on her lap. "Do you wonder who the girls were?" she asked. Michael nodded. "They are our girls of course. The little one is Rose, Elaine's daughter, she is 15, and my Melissa is 18. I sent them in to have a look at you. I hope you felt a little embarrassed lying there helpless in front of the two young girls... did you? You see, it is good for them to experience that mommy's new boyfriend immediately is taken down and turned to a defenseless package. It gives them self-confidence and understanding and will encourage them to do the same with their boyfriends and men in coming life." 

Yes, she was right... He had felt very humiliated and would have liked to explain to the girls that it was all a mistake, meaning he had not really been observant and alert when Elaine and Maria had arranged their ambush. He was a MAN, wasn't he! At the same time... he knew he was lying to himself... the truth was that he had had no chance to defend himself against their power and cunning. Why was it so difficult to admit? 

"Do you remember that I told you my boobs need to rule... to possess you? And to have you in restraints Michael makes me unbelievably excited and horny, it's such a sexual drive for me. The more hopelessly restrained you are... the more appetizing you become... isn't that a troublesome equation for you, darling? My breasts are aching of desire... they have already started lactating. So, it means nursing time for you. My nourishing milk will be your nutrition for the nearest future. I will ungag you now but you are not to speak the tiniest little word, just do as I say, is it clear?" Michael agreed with his eyes. 

Lying on her lap, his heart began to beat faster, when she from the deep of the bulky sweater liberated one of her gigantic chocolate pumpkins with an enormous, almost black and hard lumpy areola and a tubby swelling nipple. "Here my dear... here is your destiny... open your little mouth... we are coming", she instructed. With one arm firmly behind his neck, she offered him her gigantic stiff nipple... It was absolutely stunning... almost an inch wide and a two inches tall. It fully filled his oral cavity, like a living gag. And in Maria's firm hold there was no escape. The massive nipple silenced him effectively... and he sucked, and he sucked... and her sweet lukewarm milk poured down his sultry throat. 

Her giant breast was amazing, heavy... covering his face... pushing his head against the strong arm behind his neck... trapped him... and her nipple grew even bigger inside his mouth... it was an odd feeling... sensational... forced, restrained, helpless... and strangely enough wonderful... to suck her fleshy uncompromising teat. He noticed Maria periodically shiver... quake. After a while he understood it was about orgasms. Apparently, him sucking her breast was... an orgasmic trigger? 

When satisfied, when her left was emptied... she pulled it back inside the fuzziness, twisted Michael 180 degrees and provided him her next; also as magnificent... with its bulging rock hard nipple reaching out... calling for him... his attention. And he suckled obediently... aroused... until satisfaction. 

But Maria was not finished, did not let him go. She kept him in her embracement, held him hard, still gagged by her giant nipple and with his face squeezed against the colossal encasing breast. Holding him tight with closed eyes... she loudly moaned when her final orgasms flowed through the big body. 

Afterwards, still with him in her arms, she sighed content: "That was not bad, sweetheart... not bad at all. You have been a good little boy. I think you deserve a walk... get some fresh air, what do you say about that?" 

Her proposal made him happy. He had been immobilized for hours and really looked forward to get freed and get up on his legs. He found her fair... and friendly, and really welcomed her idea.. 

He was to express his appreciation when Maria... unexpectedly, pushed the teat gag back into his mouth... fastened it, silenced him... taking no notice to his mumbling objection. Still caught in the pink leather sack, in her strong arms, he was carried away... into an adjacent room. 

He didn't quite understand why, as she had promised him a walk? Why gag him again? Why didn't she release him... or would she rather do it here... yes, of course. 

Maria stopped in front of an abnormally big carriage... a baby carriage... placed in the middle of the room... which seemed to be a hall room or similar. The carriage was big... but for sure not big enough for an adult. He got confused, what was she up to? In his mind he was all set... to be freed... why this pram? 

But he was wrong. Wrong about the pram, and wrong about getting released. Maria placed him in the pram basket, on his back... and folded the sack... his legs, shanks, almost 180 degrees. Meaning his lower legs and feet got positioned under the bottom of the carriage... where she fastened them with a bar across the ankles. Thereafter, with a snap hook, she secured his head at the head end of the basket and finished with leather straps across his thighs, hips and chest... it was very quickly done. Finally, she placed a knitted drape around the stroller basket which came to hide his folded restrained legs. 

He tried to react, tried to object... but he just couldn't while he was defenseless already before she placed him in the pram... and, he neither had the strength nor the ability to fight against... and his confusion... not to know what was ongoing... before it was too late, before he was helplessly sealed in this bloody humiliating carriage... He was not a baby... he was a grown up man... and he wanted to break out and start it all over, on HIS conditions... but he couldn't, he couldn't move at all... just look up at her, beg her with a pleading look. But she didn't listen to him... he could see that in her eyes... she liked what she had done... she enjoyed his even more humiliated state. Please! 

Michael was now prepared for his walk, although not in the way he had thought. Once again he was immobilized without no chance to get anywhere. Furthermore... Maria called and at a sudden the girls appeared, dressed in bulky warm sweaters, woolen scarves and matching knitted mittens. Apparently dressed for outdoor activity. 

Michael reacted strongly. He quickly understood what was on its way... Bu their deal didn't include anybody else but Elaine and Maria, and especially not the girls. He got really upset, fought his shackles and cried out loudly... protesting, but achieved very little. Shit, he was helpless. Caught inside the sack and effectively sealed in the carriage and as the gag only allowed muffling unintelligible sounds, his trying to get attention... to get Maria understand HIS demands... was difficult. She had fooled him! In anger he shouted out loud: "Ggggggggfff". But Maria just looked at him... teasingly winked with one eye. 

"Hello my sweet girls", Maria said, "Michael is ready for his walk now. Here, an extra blanket. Take good care of him, have fun, see you soon." 

Melissa and Rose rolled the pram out in the yard. Together they carefully tucked him in with the striped mohair blanket. The only visible parts of Michael were now his eyes and the big degrading teat filling his mouth and cut him off from any possibility to influence his situation. 

Side by side Rose and Melissa strolled along the lonely country road in the frosty afternoon. They talked sociable and encouraging to the embarrassed Michael, who for the moment could do nothing but listen, looking up from his inferior position... taste the humiliation and deprivation of being at the mercy of the two girls.



Exchange Ch. 07



THE HOOD 

Restrained in the pram with its raised hood, Michael could not see the sky above. The only thing he could was to look upon the girls escorting him. The taller one must of course be Melissa, the oldest. She was a big girl with remarkably broad shoulders. Not as tall as her mother and not that big breasts, although he could sense quite a lot bulging under her red woolen turtleneck sweater. She had a long knitted woolen scarf in two loose loops around her neck, which also was red but decorated with small white dots. On her hands she wore thick fuzzy white lovikka mittens with small funny tassels. Her younger sister also wore those thick soft Swedish mittens; same style but grey, matching her fuzzy mohair sweater with broad transverse stripes in grey and black. The younger Rose was a lot shorter than Melissa, cobby built and not that busty. 

He considered a way to take the girls by surprise, to free him and escape, just to teach them what independency was. Again he challenged his fetters, but he could neither raise his head nor move his feet and the tight straps over chest and legs kept him flat on his back in the carriage. Additionally, he was inside the heavy pink mohair overall and enclosed in the tightfitting sack, which was thoroughly sealed right underneath his chin. And as his arms were caught in the nasty inner sleeves of the sack... he really saw no possibility to free himself. He had to admit that Maria had put him into a very helpless state. He wasn't even allowed to talk... in order for example to try to persuade the girls to free him. But he realized they never would... they would of course never do anything in contradiction to Maria's decision to keep him prisoner. 

He realized that he for the moment was helpless. Furthermore... IF he found a way to free himself, he would undoubtedly have to face the two girls. They would by all means try to stop him... and if he wouldn't manage to repel their common strength? If the two girls together would overpower him, wrestle him down, a man at his best age... then, the situation would become even more humiliating. So, he decided that the best way to handle the situation was to wait and see what opportunity might appear. 

The pram changed direction, made a turn to the right and Michael heard the sound of gravel under the wheels... before it suddenly stopped. Melissa leaned over, patted him with her thick mitten and told him kindly to wait as they would be back soon. He made an annoyed sound and she smiled teasingly towards him. Very disrespectful! He would have liked to take her down and make her beg for mercy... but he was not in that position right now... It would have to wait... but he believed though, that the day would come, sooner or later... and he would not let her defeat him. 

After a couple of minutes the pram hood dropped down and a very tall, totally strange woman, looked down at him. She was Caucasian, in her forties, big with long blond hair down her shoulders, large hands, and dressed in a tight rib-knitted yellow sweater dress, woolen... which very visibly exposed her impressive bosom and her wide hips. "Hello Michael", she welcomed him while studying his imprisonment closely. 

Once again he was in a situation struck by embarrassment and inferiority over having been captured. Elaine and Maria had challenged him, mentally and physically, and overpowered him; made him defenseless, played with him like cats with a mouse. He had in any situation never got a chance. And now he was very effectively put in unbreakable restraints, which made him totally dependent of their mercy. Also, he had no possibility to oppose against the girls playing "going for a walk" with him. It kind of scared him as he could see undisguised satisfaction in their faces due to him overpowered and in their hands. What would they do with him if they got the chance? He felt his power slowly leaking out, making him weak and vulnerable. But at the same time there was an odd excitement, by the fact that he was completely unable... taken, captured. He had to process these mixed feelings. 

"He has cute eyes, and he is very nicely encased. Has Maria done that?" 

"Yes Aunt Laurie, together with Elaine", Melissa answered. 

"Oh, I see. So, they share him?", Laurie reflected. 

"Yes, they do." 

"Oh dear... that might mean difficulties for this young man. By the way", she changed subject, "The hood is finished, would you like to bring it home?" 

"Yes, absolutely", the smaller Rose interjected, "Actually, that's why we came by. Mommy sent us to ask about it." 

"Just a minute, I'll go and get it", Laurie answered and turned around, for Michael to get a glimpse of her massive behind before she disappeared out of his sight. 

She soon returned with a fluffy pink mohair item, same pink colour as Michael's overall. "Look here", she said to the girls and held it up, but she also let Michael listen and partly watch. 

"You see, I have actually knitted two separate hoods and fit them together; one inside the other, both with the brushy side out, meaning it is very fuzzy even on the inside. I have used super thick yarn to make it really bulky and heavy, and I have knitted very tight to make it durable and strong. And as you see, no openings for wyes or mouth, none at all. This hood is for safe storage. At the upper part, between the two layers, I have inserted a thin opaque fabric impossible to view through. And on the lower neck part I have knitted these broad clasps, six of them, fitting perfectly to this leather collar which is to be considered as part of the construction". 

She showed a perhaps two inches wide, very nice, black leather collar with a metallic, also black, buckle. "And there are four useful metallic rings for eventual restraining attached to the collar; front, back and both sides", she continued. "Finally you have this nice little padlock to seal the metal buckle, and the key is brought with this little gold chain, to wear for example as a necklace. And I promise...", she summarized, "The hood correctly applied and sealed on someone's head, I guarantee that he or she never ever gets out of it." 

Both girls seemed enthusiastic and pleased when Laurie handed over the hood with its components in a textile bag. 

Michael though was less enthusiastic. He didn't quite like Laurie's talking above his head, as if he was not to count with. He wanted them all three to realize that he was a self-determining individual, accidentally put in restraints by the twin sisters, but only accidentally. These three women had nothing to do with that and ought to show him more respect. To make them aware of that, he squirmed heavily trying to break the fetters as a way of conveying his viewpoint. 

His effort made the pram wobble slightly, not more, but enough to catch Laurie's attention. She leaned over and commented: "Great try, Michael. But I believe you are in quite a precarious situation, and very much so. I wish you all luck in your effort to demonstrate your integrity, but Elaine and Maria are not to play games with. I guess you will get aware of that the coming future; while being in their hands might inflict severe problems for you, take care young man." 

Michael looked at her with astonishment... It was as she had read his mind? 

"By the way", she added turning to Melissa and Rose: "Can you please ask your mothers if I may borrow Michael someday. I have some knitted garments and some new equipment I believe would suit us two, me and him that means, perfectly to try out." 

"Of course", Melissa answered, "I'll ask mommy as soon as we get home. And I believe we must hurry; supper will be served soon." 

The girls said goodbye, turned the pram around and started walking the road home in the sunny afternoon.



Exchange Ch. 08



SUPPER 

Elaine and Maria met the girls outside the house. They ordered Melissa and Rose to unstrap Michael and bring him inside. Michael tried to object when the girls hauled him up from inside the pram. He found it annoying, too intimate and intrusive, that Melissa and Rose were allowed to handle him. They were in his opinion far too young and therefore not authorized being in charge. 

But how he squirmed in the enclosing sack he could neither make them understand, nor manage to avoid their eager arms. They grabbed him enthusiastically, and in spite his effort to prevent them, they carried him inside and placed him on the carpet in Elaine's living room. 

Michael felt tiny lying on the floor looking up at the four women standing around him. Elaine and Maria wore identical white tight V-neck sweaters exposing their unbelievably deep cleavages. Their gigantic bulging bosoms swayed over him, peacefully but also watchful. They kneeled beside him: "Welcome home, dear", Elaine said, "Did you have a good time together with the girls?". Michael didn't know whether to reply yes or no, but decided yes was the most intelligent answer in this situation and as he couldn't talk he gave her a moderate nod. 

"Good, while they loved walking with you. You see, it is such good exercise for Melissa and Rose to mingle with you, having you under their spell, experiencing being in command. It's also great for you to practice humiliation in not having the slightest chance to get away... controlled by the young girls. It's a useful experience regarding their education in power exchange. It brings great self-esteem and builds up their desire to dominate and rule... right now over you, but as I told you before, in the future for to master all their coming men. And now is time for dinner", she ended "And you are to get rid of the troublesome sack, little Mike." 

She unzipped the restraining bag and soon Michael lay on the carpet in his heavy pink mohair overall, still gagged though and pretty helpless in the thick all enclosing suit. But at least he could move his limbs. 

Although, the soft pink knitted held him tight, whispered softly to him about things like "there is nooo way out from me..." It kind of sucked the power out of him. 

"Come on, my little boy", Maria said as she kneeled and took him in her big arms. He would have liked being allowed to walk on his own but he was given no opportunity to discuss his desire. And when in Maria's arms there was no way to argue, she was too strong for that. With his head leaning on her shoulder he was carried away. 

The dining room was very spacious furnished. Nice colourful paintings on the walls and a huge rectangular dining table in the middle, surrounded by four solid chairs; four, not five, Michael reflected. The table top was of pure wood and there were two strange holes in the middle and a strange bowl-shaped hollow. There were also lots of straps attached along the center line. He sensed danger and tried to make Maria aware of that fact by squirming in her arms, but he got nowhere and she didn't seem to take notice to his objection. 

Instead she let him down on his back on the table top. Melissa and Rose watched as Maria together with Elaine swiftly and surprisingly pushed his arms down the two holes, which showed to be openings to long cylindrical tubes attached underneath the table. In the narrow tubes his arms became absorbed and immobilized. While Michael processed the rapid and unexpectedly immobilization, his upper body and legs was, in seconds, by the four women, fastened with the sixteen elastic straps; from shoulders, chest, hips, legs... down to his ankles. The legs became tightly squeezed together... and in addition... his feet were sealed in a separate bag with a drawstring, and... as well as the rest of his body thoroughly strapped to the table, which made it impossible to move them at all. 

Finally his head was squeezed down the hollow and a wide firm strap over his forehead finished the restraining. The action as a whole was surprising, he was not quite aware of what really had happened until too late... until he realized that he was tied up like a sacrificial lamb on the dining table, outstretched and totally incapable of anything. 

Elaine removed his teat gag and allowed him to breathe freely, but only for a short while. Anchored beside his head was a last strap with a spider gag which she put in place and shortly Michael's mouth was forced wide open. Of course without him being able to talk, but able to make a new kind of sound, like: "Aaaagggghh". 

With his arms clasped in the narrow tubes and his body helplessly pinned to the table top he could do nothing but lie there and stare up the ceiling. 

"Please, Michael", Elaine said, "This restraining system is a brand new invention, I would like you to make a serious effort to free yourself, darling" And he tried, but the funny thing was that he couldn't move at all. How he tried he wasn't able to move any of his limbs; head, arms, upper body, legs, feet were all just stuck. 

"Lovely", Elaine commented, "That's exactly how it is supposed to be. Have you reflected over the fact Michael that we have kept you in quite a helpless state so far? Have you really understood that you have no chance at all, never... ever, to escape your destiny? And your destiny Michael... it's us." 

Yes, he had reflected over that, but as he couldn't move his head he spoke straight up in the air: "Aaaagg... hhhhh". Though it was difficult to recognize exactly what he meant. 

"You also must understand", she continued, "We are doing this because we love you. You must be kept very safe and completely helpless... in order to drain your mind... to suck all your power out... get you completely in our hands. We will squeeze your mind until total transformation... until you become our kitten which doesn't find anything better in life than lie on our laps purring by satisfaction. It will take some time but we will manage. You are lost Michael... entirely lost already, although you don't dare to admit it to yourself. You see, we will successively turn you outside in... and it will be wonderful." 

Melissa and Rose brought plates, glasses and cutlery and freshly cooked stew of some kind to the table. The four women were sitting around him, enjoying their dinner, talking over him as he was lying there in the middle not able to do anything but feel embarrassment and vulnerability. Melissa and Rose touched him; stroke their hands over his overpowered soft body as if they wanted to get assure he was there... and maybe also wished that he would be their belonging too? 

Michael seriously began to understand that he was not to get anywhere; he felt like his spirit was on its way to evaporate. There were not just Elaine and Maria now; he suspected... and feared... that the two girls in the long run also might become a factor of added female power. No, that must not happen... Whatever the future might bring, he must stand up against the girls... keep them away from him, yes he must. 

"Aunt Elaine", Rose suddenly asked, "May I play with Michael in my room? I will be very careful and not let him anywhere." 

"No Rose, you may not", Elaine replied, "You are still far too young to play with him and you have your workout to do. You mustn't miss your judo class tonight." 

Elaine turned to Michael: "And you darling, you will get your supper soon. Supper suitable for the little baby you are." 

In his mind, he could see Maria the way she had treated him earlier this day. The hunger in her eyes... her giant nipples growing... bulging under her fuzzy sweater, and he understood what was to come.