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The Kennel

By: youbadboy



"I just can't give myself to someone like that."

Honestly, after she said that. I didn't know what to say.

********

Sara and I are taking care of our parents dogs. 

Why?? 

Well, we waited until after Christmas to find internships for the summer, and that was a BIG mistake. Not the end of the world though, these aren't ordinary dogs. Fifteen of them.

These are 'world famous' show dogs, so we get paid really well when we do help. And they need help most of the time, we just don't really like doing it that much. 

Since I can remember, my sister and I have been helping with these dogs. It is second nature to us, and I have this fear that thirty years from now I will still be in this house full of bitches (human and animal), showing fucking dogs. World Famous Dogs! WTF??

Anyways, Sara is with me, helping. It is a two person job when our parents are gone. She hit the same brick wall as me. She's sitting here in her tight fitting jeans and a man's shirt, hair pulled back, glasses, spilling her guts right now. This torrent of emotion coming from a girl who used to run barrel races perfectly. I never knew anyone stronger, or more invincible. What happened?

Her hair is pulled up and back, the way it always was when she was growing up, her mans shirt tucked in at the waist. Glasses, cause she's too lazy to put her contacts in, no make up. And right now, Miserable. 

Is this going to be my summer? Her blathering on about nothing. When did she become so vulnerable, alone, sad. Pathetic.

So.......I'm sitting here nodding my head.

*********** It all goes something like this: 

"I need to be better about giving him what he wants from me."

Me, "Why would you NEED to do that. Sara I don't think he......"

"Jason this is all so complicated as it is. It really is! I have spent my whole life being alone, needing nobody.  I need to be more connected, let go."

Me, "But it doesn't sound like HE is there, emotionally for you. So why should you be there emotionally for him. You don't just give to give." 

Did I just say all that?? I sounded like Oprah.

She harrumphed. "I...I love him,  so it becomes exponentially harder, you know."

What the fuck did that mean? I nod my head.

"And when I'm scared." She's holding her hand out flat now, waiting for the words.... "And I can't......" Head in hand dramatically.

"Does he love you?"

"Of course!! I was talking with Jessica, she made me realize that my being scared, is really in fact anger. That I am angry. That I shouldn't be angry, she says......"

"I don't think....."

"The FACT IS  Fact is, I'm scared and vulnerable, and he becomes distant because I don't give enough. That's why! And the fact is that I am so alone, and won't surrender to him FULLY, well that makes me - angry. So I'm angry," and the tears begin to flow.

FUCK! "Listen. Listen. LISTEN!" I take her hands and look at her.

"What if it's this Sara!" I paused for effect. "What if he's an ASSHOLE. What if he's distant cause he's an ASSHOLE. And you are angry because he's an ASSHOLE."

Silence. Now I see Anger in her eyes, for the first time. Hah! 

And I continue, "It's not fair that YOU should have to be like this. Take control of your own life, have fun. Let go, but without the creep. Just stop it." 

Wiping the tears now, "How can he be so fucking powerful? You're right, I shouldn't be this way, Jason I'm so sad. I start my days in tears. It hurts so much."

I nod my head. 

And then she continues, "If what you are telling me is true. I don't know. Because, because it's always going to be this way. Relationships aren't supposed to be so difficult. Don't you understand, I deserve to be happy. I deserve normal. I shouldn't have to MAKE myself be someone's sexual partner... I should feel it, want it, to touch, love. I need that connection. Just even for just one second. I just so want....."

"You need to empty yourself of all these NEEDS Sara, you just have to let go."

And then she lept from her chair. "Don't you understand! That's what I can't do. I AM empty, completely empty - inside - and I'm broken. It's .... It's what I feel every fucking day. Nothing. Nothing feels real. And every time I think I'm free, I've finally gotten past all this, felt SOMETHING. every time, I find myself back HERE. Back to.....In the same place, feeling the same way. This is permanently inside my body, like a mark, this hand in my stomach ready to tear me to pieces." 

"What? What is IT??"

She looked away for a long time.

"Every time I..... fuck, I want for it to feel, just to feel - to disappear I guess - I don't know. But...but, fucking just feels like I'm pushing back the emptiness. Not like being filled at all, not passion, just NOT empty. And, It feels so good in that moment.....but then it's gone again, that's why I get so attached. And as soon as he cums," she closed her eyes, through tears said, "that emptiness, is just so much worse, after, so.....it's becoming impossible for me Jason."

I looked away. Felt embarrassed, in those moments you hear more than you would like.

Tears again.

"It's getting so, I just can't give myself to someone like that."

*************

About half the house is devoted to the dogs, separated by a wall that is accessed by a vestibule to control the smell and the sounds. A few of the dogs can come in the house, but most can't. The ones that are breeders can't. They have all their hormones and body parts, nothing snipped or clipped, so their animal natures are so much more than the normal house pet. A piece of wild in them.

Sara likes the dogs, she likes leaning into the cages and touching their noses and looking into their eyes.

She says they have secrets we can never know. Time with the dogs has been helping her. I mention she should go riding some. She was such a good horse racer until a fall injured her hip, but she could still ride for fun. 

We have two kennels in the kitchen, and right now there is one standard poodle that can be in the house. Not good enough to be a breeder, but such a sweet little thing. She stays in one of the kennels at night, before we go to bed.

After a few weeks, Sara finally breaks up with asshole and that is a good thing. I decided to buy some nice wine for the evenings, thinking it might help relax her and shift her off those interminable conversations. I am good at cheering her up too, and the combination of wine and asshole being gone and the dogs is helping. 

Thankfully, I am beginning to think the summer won't be ruined.

*******************

Sara is leaning against the table, sipping her wine and telling this story to me:

"I was riding the bus, and it was so crowed; the road was uneven and the bus weaving back and forth, back and forth. I just stood still in the middle of the bus, sardines in a can, and I let go. Just let all the people around me hold me up. I let my body press tight against this one guy, the movement of the bus letting me rub against him. I just let it happen. Gave in." She clapped her hands together, "That's my secret."

She had said she had a secret earlier in the day.

She was smiling. I noticed something about Sara that I never had before. I remember she tended to have boys in her life, quite a few actually, and that right now she did not. I gathered from casual conversation that she was sexually active, but I was beginning to realize just how active. In the absence of .... she was becoming like this little bitch in heat, and for whatever reason the various outlets were not producing anyone. 

Her last breakup was bad, and her friends were trying, but this one thing she had said stuck in my mind:

'I just can't give myself to someone like that'

I think she was, underneath everything, acting on that fear. 

The result though were these increasingly sexual stories, innuendo, and just sex talk in general coming from her, between us during the day. It didn't help that we were basically facilitating fucking amongst our harem of bitches over the past several weeks. 

Watching them fuck while she's saying things like, "Bet she likes that." or, "He's got a nice cock on him." and "That's it. Fuck her Leave her." Her sexual talk was not overt, it was like the story she just had told me. I wasn't seeing anyone, and personally I think it is harder for a guy to meet a girl than a girl to meet a guy. Guys are like 'yeah sure' and girls are like 'I don't think so.' But I was cool with it. 

This summer was hot too, humid; not that it mattered. But Sara's jeans were giving way to shorts and skirts, and her shirts were giving way to lighter blouses, T shirts. 

So.....it was the first time I really noticed her figure, her breasts, the color of her skin, her cheeks. Her hair was still up, still the glasses, still no makeup. Some days she wore her jeans but then half tops with a bra where you can see the straps. I remembered wondering what she looked like with her hair down, I hadn't seen her that way for years. Probably didn't hurt that I wasn't getting any, the way I was looking at her now wondering, When did she let her hair down?' In her room?

Thinking, Did she sleep that way? I was picturing it all fallen in tresses down her back, spread out on the mattress of her bed.

She was asking me something, and I blinked my eyes, sipped a little more wine and looked at her.

"Jason! YOU been with any girls lately?"

I smiled, looked at my glass. "Ha!" I said. "I haven't seen pussy for so long, if I saw one I think I'd throw rocks at it."

"Jason!!"

She blushed and looked away. "Oh my God! I can't believe you just said that!"

I liked it, I surprised her. It just came out, it was in my head and made me laugh. Stuck in my memory.

I laughed too, "Well, S'true."

Then silence a while, the dog ran into the kitchen, it was getting late. 

Sara cooing, "Princess! Oh Princess," as the dog pressed her head in Sara's hand and then ran right into the kennel. She knew the drill. 

I leaned back and watched Sara as she walked over to the kennel, bent herself down and closed the door. Princess laying nice on her little blanket, water in the corner.

My attention drifted over to the other kennel, and I looked at it. I took a second look. The chrome bars were shiny, a little further apart than the one for Princess. In the middle of the door at the front was another door about a foot square, set in the upper half of the main door. And there were circles in the bars on either side with cuffs, leather cuffs. I looked through the bars and saw some leather cuffs at the back of the cage, larger cuffs. I sat forward and stared at the empty kennel.

"Where'd dad get that kennel?"

Sara looked back at me, "I think he said ebay."

She was looking now, at where I was staring.

"You notice anything different about it?"

"No."

"Look. There's a door in that big door there, at the front. That's kind of weird, don't you think."

"Smaller dog maybe."

I got up and pulled it away from the wall. "Small dog that gets in it from up here?" I opened the smaller door. "Sara. This.....this is a bondage cage."

"A what?"

"A cage for....the kind you buy from....an adult store. Here.....look. See these cuffs," I pushed my hand into the hole. "You get in and put your hand in there, like this." I extended my arm through. "You tighten these cuffs here, see! On the wrist."

Sara's eyes got wide. "It's not!" She was standing behind me. "Anyways. No one would fit in there. It's too small."

She was looking at the door, opening it. I continued, "I'm pretty sure." I went back sat in my chair and leaned back watching her, "Go ahead. Try it." Smiling now at my challenge.

Sara looked at me, then the kennel. I watched her blush a little. I watched her lean down, get on all fours and sort of turn herself around and back into the cage. She stopped, "See, I don't fit."

"You're not doing it right. You have to let your feet extend through the bars at the back. Yeah, like that."

She continued to back up slipping her feet between the bars. I felt my heart beat a little faster as I watched her backing up until her butt hit the back bars, and the top of her head touched the top of the cage. 

I got up, swung the door closed on her. 

Looking at Sara on all fours with her narrow waist and her half top hanging down from her belly, her tight jeans. God she had a nice waist. Her hair was still up, but damn. 

She was looking up at me and I continued, "Now. Here, put your hands through these holes. Go on." She did it, and I tightened the cuffs around her wrists.

"See." She looked at herself, looked around from inside the cage. I could see her blushing. I watched the tips of her ears go red. My heart was beating a million miles a second, my hands trembled. She looked like nothing I had ever seen before, my little Sara in this cage, her hands tied. I sipped some of my wine, and backed up and just stared at her, walked around the bars, looking down at her from all sides. Her feet sticking out from behind. 

She was sort of taking it in too, looking at herself, moving her hands, until "Ok. Funs over. Let me out."

But, I didn't answer, not right away. Instead I just squatted down at the door in front of her, and rather than open the main door, I opened the little door which was right at her face. It was obvious what this door was for. I opened it and looked at her through the opening, she smiled. I could see nervousness in her eyes though. She said, "Hi."

"Sara. I've wondered what you look like with your hair down."

"What?" She pulled a little at her arms, her hands nicely cuffed.

I reached my hands in to her through the little door as I said, "Here. Just.....Just let me," her eyes wide watching as I began to pull the clips and pins from her hair, letting it releaase around her shoulders. 

She was turning her head a little, sort of trying to move away but not really too far to move, so she stopped, submitting herself to me and let me do it. I watched her hair fall, the way it framed her face. It was long, really long, hanging down around her shoulders, down around her arms. Her brown hair nearly touched the bottom of the cage.

"You should wear your hair down more," I heard myself say.

I felt an erection rising in my pants, and I stayed squatting in front of her. I could feel it extending down my leg, "And, those glasses."

I reached in again and took them off. "I can't see," was all she said. 

"You really look nice."

"Jason, let me out of this."

I got up, walked around her one more time. 

"Jason. This is not funny. Jason!"

The image of her body in that cage, the chrome bars framing her. Standing above her, over her; her on her knees, her long hair. The narrowness of her waist, the way her jeans pulled at her ass exposing her bare back. My ears burned, I loved the way her cheeks flushed. I loved looking at her mottled cheeks. My little Sara. 

I padded around to the front of the cage again and finally undid the collars, she slipped her hands out, feeling her wrists. 

I paused, still mesmerized.

"Jason, the door!" I noticed the door had a screen over the lock mechanism. Even though there was no lock the door could not be opened from inside.

"Sorry. I thought you could....."

I unlatched the door and she crawled out, was standing again. Her hair now down around her shoulders. I gave her her glasses.

I watched her breathing, a light pant. Her lips were full. She looked away, all shy just then.

"Just kidding around," I said. In that moment she seemed so aroused.

I watched her looking back at the kennel, then kick the door closed, and then shoving it against the wall with her foot.

"Yeah, well......."

********************

Well, that kennel stared at us day and night, taunting us as we sat there after that. I could not look at it without thinking of Sara on her knees inside, and I know that she was thinking the same thing. 

For days afterwards she went on how she could not imagine how anyone could be into that kind of thing, how weird it all was, how sick. And then, how ridiculous. I didn't say anything, but just the mention of it resulted in a flush, and wave of pleasure for me. In truth, I thought I sensed a bit of excess 'disgust' in Sara, sort of like smokers who have recently quit - how ANTI-smoking they become. Meaning: How much they really want that next cigarette. But I just nodded my head.

I honestly don't think I had ever experienced such an erotic moment as that evening, now several weeks ago. I was ashamed to realize that Sara had also become the object of my evening masturbation sessions, it was true. Too true. 

Try as I might to focus my thoughts away from that kennel, from her; when the moment came, that delicious release, there she was with that little door opening to her mouth, and my little Sara looking at me with her red full lips and hair down around her face.

And, God Oh God, so good......cumming on my bed, followed by this wave of guilt.

****************

"I was downtown today and there were these kids wearing blue T shirts with clipboards. Anyways, I'm just sitting having some coffee and one of the blue kids goes up to this guy and says 'Do you have a moment for the environment?' The guy is like, 'What??' And the blue kid says, 'Do you have a moment for the environment?' The guy is really agitated now, says, 'What the fuck you talking about?' Blue kid is nervous now, 'Uh, We're working to reduce mercury emissions?' To which the guys says, anger in his voice, 'What the fuck do I care about Mercury; Son, this is Earth we're on,' and walks away."

I'm laughing now, "Sooooo stupid."

Sara is laughing, "People are stupid." 

Tonight was a fun evening, we had some food in the oven and not unnoticed by me, Sara had been wearing her hair down once in awhile. Tonight it was down. God she looked good.

Still laughing, Sara says, I was at the station and this guy is talking to, probably his girlfriend saying, 'The shit won't go away! I put that cream on my dick like they said, it's still there!' She's like, 'Did you put it on more than once?' He's like, 'You have to put it on more than once? They never said that.' She says, 'Honey everyone knows you have to put cream on more than once no matter where you put it.'" Tears were streaming down her face as she recalled this, she's clutching her glass of wine, laughing. "So stupid."

We were just in that kind of mood.

"Or, how about things that like make no sense at all. No matter how often you think about it, you can never figure out what they meant. I love to listen to cell phone conversations, people on the street thinking they are like totally alone. One time, this guy says 'Seriously, you are being ridiculous. You need to calm the fuck down. You still have two more stops and what are your expectations with that outfit?' So like what the fuck does that mean?"

"I have no idea. Maybe she's a hooker. I was talking to Jessica the other day, she's breaking up with HER boyfriend now. Believe it or not, your story reminded me of....."

"Why?"

"She broke up with him..... cause of a blow job."

"What?"

"True! I guess she gave him like this really really good blow job and after he says it was one of the five best blow jobs he'd ever had. She asks - obviously - the five best of the ones I've given you, or the five best EVER. And this guy, the guy is like stammering, and she threw him out. Broke up with him right there."

"Too unbelievable."

"So stupid."

"Him or her. Like what would she expect, that this guy never had nothing happen before." I went and poured another, checked the oven. "Almost ready."

"No, I. Both I guess." 

There was a pause, Sara looking at me, playing with the rim of her wine glass. "Jason?"

"Yeah."



The Kennel Club



It was the bi-monthly meeting night for the Kennel Club, and it was going to storm.  The club was a group of five men that trained show dogs, more specifically Great Danes.  They were all majestic dogs, superior animals in their breeds.  Two had actually won a couple of championships. 

The meetings were to acclimate the dogs to being around other dogs and to give the owners practice time working them through their paces.  It also helped the dogs get used to being handled by people other than their trainer/owners.  

It was always a good time.  I looked forward to the meetings and watching the animals perform, it was a treat to watch man and beast working together.  My boyfriend, Brian, had a brindled male named Marmaduke.  What else?  He was a goofy, 160 lb. 5 year old puppy.  He was loveable and sweet and very well trained.  Brian had studded him out a couple of times and had gotten a fair price for it.  Marmaduke or Smarmy as we called him because of his smug lopsided grin, had taken a regional Kennel Club championship at 3 years of age.   

The group had been meeting with the same dogs for about 2 years and the puppies had become good friends.  It was awesome to watch those giant dogs playing in the back yard.  Danes are a normally mellow dog with a good nature. There were 4 males and one female so there was an occasional snarl and snap which was corrected immediately by the owners.  That was the purpose of these get together's, during shows any aggression was a demerit and could cost you a win. 

I'm Annie and I'm a small woman.  I stand 5' 3" and weigh around 110.  Smarmy's back comes right at my waist, his head just below my shoulder.  We're quite a pair to see walking down the street.  I always feel well guarded with him.  Brian leaves him with me when he travels, which is about every other week for 3 days.  I spoil the dog, he gets to sleep in the bed with me.  It keeps me from missing Brian and best of all, Smarmy snores less. 

The other 4 dog owners were friends of Brian's; Ted was a co-worker and had worked with Brian on and off for close to 10 years.  Ted was a big man, at 6'4" about 235, he actually was the only one there that made his dog look normal sized.  Brian and I used to laugh about Ted's choice of Dane, Ted had dark red hair and so did Jimbo his dog.

Will had only been with the group a couple of years.  He and Brian and Ted had met at a show and they had invited him to join the group to help him with socializing his Dane, Micky.  Will was 5'11" bald with startling blue eyes.  I suppose they wouldn't have been as startling if he had had hair.  Micky was colored similar to the cartoon character Micky Mouse; black ears white face, black body with 3 white dots down his chest and white front feet.

Matt was Will's brother he was the shortest man in the group at 5' 7" and he had Mini, Micky's sister. Matt had hair, well a fringe of hair he let grow down to just over his collar, it was curly and ink black. It looked like fringe. He would have been better looking if he had buzzed it.   Mini was marked almost identical to Micky but it was easy to tell them apart because she lacked the large swinging balls between her back legs. On occasion Matt had to miss a meeting if Mini was in heat.

Seth was the last to arrive that evening with Babe. Babe is a "blue" Dane, called that because their color is a grey and in certain lights has a blue hue to it.  He was named after Paul Bunion's companion, Babe the Blue Ox. They are quite regal and Babe had piercing grey eyes.  Seth is a perfect man, 6'1" nicely trimmed dark brown hair, lean toned body and he was a fireman.  He was funny, intelligent and if he hadn't been Brian's younger brother and gay … well let's say I have secret fantasies about him.  I don't think any one but his brother and myself knew he preferred men, at least not until that night. 

Brian is 6' and about 200 lbs he stays in shape exercising Smarmy.  They jog together every other morning. Brian's lush brown hair is graying at the temples and gives him an air of authority which sits quite well in the court room and has inspired the trust of many a juror.

So there you have the entire group, an impressive bunch of males with me and Mini being the only exception. 

They were busy putting the dogs through their paces, the heel, the smart sharp turns, the stances, focusing and ignoring distractions.  They were waiting for Seth to arrive to be the judge.  It was his turn. Being the judge required him to give the dogs a physical exam by running his hands over their coat to check for quality and muscle tone.  A hand between the front legs to measure chest depth and a hand between the back legs to test the balls for intactness.  In the past some males had been neutered by removing the testis but leaving the sack giving the illusion of an intact male.  The judge also feels for spay scars on the females.  No one but me and Brian knew that Seth looked forward to his turn as judge just so he could fondle their dogs.  I often wondered if he jacked off Babe now and then.  

Occasionally I would be judge, to give the dogs variety, to learn the touch of a woman.  I must say it was kind of exciting to run my hands over the well toned muscle of those animals, slip my hand between their back legs and feel the weight of their balls in my hand.  The warm soft fuzzy globes were nice as was the long shafts of their cocks.  I usually got hoots and catcalls from the watching guys when I reached this part.  

Rain began to fall, just a few drops at first and everyone ignored it expecting it to go away.  But that evening the wind came up as well and the rain grew harder driving every one onto the back porch.  Training was done for the night.  And one by one the guys fished out a bottle of beer from the coolers that lined the wall by the back door.  I opened a bottle of wine.  Stories were told of past shows and long gone but not forgotten past companions.  Brian and Seth helped me move the dinner stuff into the dining room from the picnic table on the porch.  Dinner was a success with lots of laughter and more beer.  My bottle of wine was empty and I was feeling happy and light.  I opened another one.  

The men had gone into the den to watch the game that was due to start.  I declined all the offers to help me clean up and sent them packing into the den.  The dogs were all snoozing on the porch. It was still raining. 

The kitchen was warm and I went over to turn down the thermostat, summers can be like an oven and when it rains the humidity is almost unbearable.  I had put on my tennis skirt and a tank top to try and stay cool.  I wear thongs most of the time and tonight I had put on one of my light all lace bras trying to stay cool.  I finished rinsing the dishes and was bent over loading them into the dishwasher when Ted walked in the door behind me.  

"Yummy. Nice view." He said. 

I jumped up and pulled down my skirt.  Blushing I stammered "I thought you were all in the den." 

He walked up to me, not touching me, but I could feel the heat of him he was so close.  Very quietly he said, "Don't cover up that pretty ass on my account.  I've always liked that particular view."  

I took a step back. "Thanks Ted."

He took a step forward. "Always my pleasure." 

I stepped back again and bumped into the counter.  "What did you need Ted?" The second I said it I wanted to unsay it.  

A gleam came into his eyes and he stepped forward again, still not touching me but I could see he really wanted to.  I had seen him watching me in the past when he thought no one else was looking.  But he had never done more than that, not until tonight anyway.

  "What I need and what I came for are two very different things." He said quietly holding my gaze.  I couldn't look away, I was hypnotized like a snake by a charmer.  He took a deep slow breath, and closed his eyes. "Mmmmm I have always loved your perfume." He took another deep breath. Then opened his eyes and murmured, "What I came for is ice, we're switching to scotch."

"Ok," I said and stepped around him.  "I'll get the ice bucket."

It was in the cupboard on the top shelf.  We very seldom used it unless we entertained. I opened the door and tried to reach it, I was going to open the lower cupboard and step up on the shelf like I normally do when Ted stepped up behind me.  He leaned in pressing my stomach against the counter and his body against mine.  I could feel his hardness against my ass.  It felt like its size was in proportion to his height.  I wondered if the hair there was red as well.  I snatched that thought out of my mind and crushed it.  Must be the wine.  

"Here let me get that for you." He said and reached over my head, stretching for the ice bucket and rubbing his cock against me as he did.  I felt a flush of heat wash over me and my heart rate kicked up a bit.  I vowed to not drink anymore wine for awhile. 

He handed me the bucket. I turned to the refrigerator and glanced at his crotch as I did.  The bulge in his pants looked huge and I felt myself get wet. Brian had been gone for three days; that and the weather and the wine a volatile mixture.  I filled the bucket and handed it back to him.  I noticed the bulge was almost gone.  "Enjoy the game.  I'll bring in some snacks in a while." 

He turned and left the kitchen but I heard him say under his breath "I know what I'd like to snack on."

I poured myself a glass of wine and took a long drink to calm myself before I realized I had sworn not to drink for awhile.  I felt it hit bottom and slowly spread its warm relaxation to all my limbs and I thought "What the hell I deserve a night too. I did all the work for dinner. Might as well enjoy the clean up." I bent over to take the dishwasher soap out from under the sink when some one behind me gave a soft whistle of appreciation.  

I jumped up, jerked my skirt down and spun around to find Will's shocking blue eyes locked on the spot my ass had been.  

"Very tasty, but you seem to not have found what you were looking for under the sink.  Maybe you should look again." He said with a wide smile. 

The cartoon of a wolf with his tongue lolling to one side, drool running down his chin and his eyes popping out flitted across my mind and I laughed.  "I'm going to hang a bell on all you guys next time.  Ted just startled me and I don't think my heart will take much more."  

Will laughed and stepped into the Kitchen.  "Still, it was a pleasant vision.  I will wait while you find what you were after under the sink.  I am a gentleman after all."  He winked at me.

"Oh that's quite all right." I said smoothing my skirt. "Guests are always first.  What did you nn.." I caught myself in time. "… come for?"  

"A couple more glasses and Brian said there was another bottle of scotch out here." 

I walked to the cupboard at the end and opened it, again the object of desire was on the upper shelf.  Sometimes I wished I was 6 ft tall.  I reached for the bottle but my fingers just brushed the bottom of it.  Will stepped up behind me and reached over my head, pressing firmly against the length of my body. I felt his muscles move in his legs as he stretched up on his toes rubbing his cock against my ass.  He was hard, really hard, not as large as Ted but somehow harder which was more exciting.

 I felt a flush raise to my cheeks and felt my nipples harden.  Great, just great, he'd know the moment he looked at me that he had turned me on.  And what was I to say to that or about that?  Holding the bottle in one hand he stepped back allowing me to turn around.  I watched his eyes travel from my flushed face slowly down my neck and hesitate at the pulse beating rapidly at the base of my throat and continue down to my nipples which hardened even further at his gaze.

He stood there and boldly ogled my breasts, a smile gradually stretched across his face.  "Lovely," he said looking up, his blue eyes even brighter, seemed to burn into mine. "Just lovely."   He continued to stand there, waiting.  

"Was that all?" I finally asked. 

"No, a couple of glasses."

"Right." I pushed away from the counter and hurried to the glass cabinet relieved to be away from his piercing stare.  These were at least on a shelf I could reach.  I took two tumblers and handed them to him.   As he took them he stuck out his forefinger and brushed it across one of my nipples.  I jumped. 

He smiled at me again a slow self assured smile. "Lovely." He said again. "Brian's a lucky man."  He turned and went back to the den.  

My nipple burned where Will had touched me, and the burn dribbled down my stomach and settled in my crotch where it simmered.  It was going to be a long game, a very long game.  I could hardly wait for them all to leave so I could drag Brian off to bed and ravage him mercilessly.  Several times. 

As I was finishing with the dishes I heard distant thunder and glanced at the back porch to check on the dogs.  A couple had raised their heads and sniffed the air, but settled back down.  It was still to distant to trouble them.  Drying my hands on a towel I went to the glass door leading out to the patio to check out the storm.  It was raining a little harder than it had been and as I watched lightening cracked the distant sky.  It looked like it was coming closer.  Wouldn’t be long I thought until we’d have to bring them in.  

Despite their size and stalwart appearance Dane’s are cowards.  Smarmy always gets as close as he can push to either me or Brian during a severe thunder storm.  He whimpers and shivers the entire time.  I hoped the game would be over before we would have to bring in half a ton of cry baby dogs. 

I saw Brian's reflection in the glass door a second before I felt his arms circle my waist. He nuzzled my hair aside and placed a sucking kiss on my neck.  I felt his tongue draw little circles and a shiver ran through me.  He smelled of good scotch and I could tell he was feeling the effects of it.  

"Do me a favor?"  he asked softly against my ear and licked the edge of it.  I felt the familiar heat start in my pussy.  He massaged his hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts stretching and pinching the nipples with practiced perfection.  I leaned back against him and savored the tingling in them and knew I was getting wet for him.  

"Anything if you'll just keep doing that."  I turned my head and we kissed deep and soft.  I swear his kisses could melt the sun.  My heart was racing and as always happens when he kisses me that way all else disappeared except for him.  I heard him moan soft and low in his throat as he pulled me tight against him and rubbed his cock against my ass.  He pulled up my short skirt and slipped his hand into my thong. I reached up and pulled his head down into a harder kiss and spread my legs a little ways apart to make it easier for him to reach me.  

When his finger touched my clit I released his mouth and moaned reaching up with both hands to grab his shoulders.  He went back to sucking and kissing my neck as I rubbed slowly against him.  His finger was teasing my clit, driving me wild.  God, how I wanted him to take me right there, feel the thrust of him in my trembling pussy.  He pushed a finger in and as I gasped for breath my knees went weak and I would have fallen but for him holding me.  

"I love how wet you get for me."  He whispered, his breath hot on my neck.  

Someone cleared his throat and I stiffened and attempted to stand and straighten myself, but Brian tightened his hold on me and kept pumping his finger slightly in and out of my soaking hole.  I wanted to just lean back and let him finish me but Matt's reflection in the glass door caught my attention.  The intensity of his stare sent a tremor of excitement through my stomach. The darkening grey of the sky made the glass door into a mirror and I knew he could clearly see what Brian was doing.  I found a forbidden delight in it. I felt naughty and it felt good. I definitely had to ease back on the wine.  

"I'll go, if you two are busy." Matt said and stepped into the kitchen.  

"No, Annie can go. She's had a lot less to drink than the rest of us."  Brian said and released me.  Then he did something I would never have imagined him to do in a million years.  He must have had more to drink than I had thought.  He turned slightly so Matt could see his face.  His finger was still glistening wet from my nectar as he slowly brought up to his nose and sniffed, then slowly sucked it into his mouth and withdrew it with a smacking noise all the while holding Matt's look.  When Brian broke their gaze he turned to me sticking his hand in his pocket.  Matt glanced at me and blushed then wet his lips with his tongue. 

Brian held out a 50 dollar bill to me "Will you go to the quick mart and pick up a couple more bottles of scotch?  The game is just about to half time and I don't think we'll have enough to finish it."

I took the money.  Two could play his seedy little game and my horns were out now.  I stepped up to him, stretch up on my toes and licked his mouth tasting my lingering essence on his lips.  "Sure." I answered running my hand the length of his hard cock. "I told you anything."  I smiled and walked away to get my purse and keys. I deliberately brushed against Matt as I left the kitchen.  

Behind me I heard Matt chuckle and say "I'd say she one upped you pretty good there."


When I returned from the market I could hear the game in the living room and the occasional cheer or boo from the guys. All the eyes turned in my direction when I went in to retrieve the ice bucket to refill.  Each pair traveled the length of me and settled on a spot just below the waist band of my skirt.  I knew either Matt or Brian had told them about the little episode in the kitchen.  I blushed and tried to tug my skirt a little lower.  Ted chuckled and boldly licked his lips.  Brian and Matt laughed with him.  

I snatched up the ice bucket and the one empty bottle of scotch and noticed the second one was almost empty.  The men were in a mood for fun and I decided that I'd had a rough week as well and I was going to join them in a little drinking.  In the kitchen I refilled the ice, and put together a quick snack tray of chips, ranch dip, crackers, several cheeses and meats and piled a plate with veggies for me. 

I was just trying to figure out how I was going to carry all that into the living room when Seth appeared in the doorway.  "You ok?" He asked stepping forward to take the two bottles of scotch and the ice bucket.  "You've been gone a long time, and I was worried."

"Yeah, I'm fine. A little embarrassed is all.  But I'll get over it." I picked up the snack tray and put my empty glass on it.  I very seldom ever drink scotch but tonight I thought, if you can't beat 'em might as well join 'em.  

"I know my brother can be a bit of cad sometimes.  I just didn't want you hiding away for the rest of the night because of him."  

"Oh, I won't."  I smiled at Seth. "I'm going to give him a bit of his own medicine."

Seth smiled back.  "That's what he needs, Sis."  He leaned over kissed my cheek and headed back to the living room.  I followed carrying the tray. 

Seth set the booze and ice on the mini bar and snuggled back into his big chair that sat at a right angle at the end of the 7 ft. sofa.  Will was on one end of the sofa, Ted in the middle and Matt was at the far end.  Brian had his recliner which sat at a right angle to the other end of the sofa.  The furniture formed half of a rectangle all facing the big screen plasma that at that moment was the focus of all the men. 

 At least it was until I walked over with the snack tray and bent forward at the waist and set it down on the big padded rectangular foot stool.  I took a few seconds to center it and place a bowl of chips on each side.  One by one each pair of eyes focused on the view down my top.  My butt was to Brian so he got a clear look at my ass with a sexy little patch of lace from the thong between my legs. 




The Kennel Club



Matt looked over at Brian licked his fore finger and made a check mark in the air.  "That’s two." He said reaching for a cracker and some cheese not realizing he had started a contest that would change the club forever.  

Taking the empty glass from the tray I went to the mini bar to pour myself a scotch.  Lightening flashed and thunder followed on its wake.  The dogs started to whine.  No one moved to let them in.  I stretched to look out the window and saw they were all huddled together in front of the door, Mini smack in the middle of them.  When I turned to finish filling my glass I saw all the eyes snap back to the TV and the game.  They had all been looking up my skirt.  

All the seating was taken, I stood there a minute trying to decide what to do when Ted scooted over toward Will and patted the seat between him and Matt.  I was a bit miffed at Brian.  He could have moved and given me his recliner, but I guess the thought never entered his head.  He was comfy and that was all that mattered.  

"Thank you." I said to Ted and settled in between the two men and sipped my drink.  It tasted good for a change and I was enjoying the mingling scents of the two men on either side of me.  It was a stimulating smell; spicy and masculine with the mixed scent of two different males.  I felt my nipples start to harden.  I reached for a carrot and dipped it in the ranch.  When I leaned back to nibble it a drop fell on my leg.  I popped the carrot in my mouth wiped the drip off with a finger and licked it off.  

Ted leaned over and murmured in my ear "The next one's mine." 

I laughed and said "Deal." Not thinking it would happen again.

A short time later my glass was empty.  How did that happen?  I was feeling really relaxed and happy.  Getting up for a refill I asked if anyone else wanted one.  I just couldn't help being a waitress; my mother had trained me well.  I quietly cursed her.  All the men jingled their remaining ice.  It was easier to just take the bucket around and fill each glass than to try and carry all the glasses to the bar and then serve them back.  I was still feeling a little flirty so as I filled each glass with ice I leaned over excessively giving each a nice view of the curve of my breasts.  My reward was a groan of approval from each.  

When I got to Brian I did the same to him.  He reached up grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me down to a long slow tongue swirling kiss.  While he kissed me he set his glass on the end table and reached up to toy with my nipple.  Some one said "foul play." And another said "incomplete pass, 5 yard penalty."  Brian let me go and we all laughed.  

I took the ice bucket back to the mini bar and opened the next bottle of scotch.  Refilling all the glasses I was surprised that they behaved and didn't try to touch me.  Secretly I had hoped for at least one attempt.  When I got to Seth he whispered under his breath "Be careful Sis, this could get out of hand real quick." 

I laughed "Sounds like it could be fun." I gave him a wicked smile. "might even swing your gate the other way. And they wouldn't anyway, we're just playing."

He frowned. "I'm just saying is all."

I sat watching the game sipping my scotch really feeling the buzz.  A rare occurrence for me, I like to be in control.  But sometimes it is nice to just be able to let it all go.  I leaned to the snack tray again and dipped a celery chunk in the ranch thinking the valley in the celery would keep the ranch in place but as I leaned back another drop splashed on my leg.  I went to wipe it off and Ted grabbed my wrist.  He surprised me with his speed and I looked up at him startled. 

"I told you the next one was mine."

I tried to pull free and his grip tightened.  With his free hand he reached out and wiped the drop from my leg.  Sticking his tongue out he slowly licked it from his finger.  He let go of my wrist after he finished.  My heart was pounding, he had scared me and that was exciting some how.  I looked over at Brian.  He was staring at me, a slow smile crossed his face. He licked his finger and made a check mark in the air. Glancing at Matt he said "One for me."

"No," Mat replied. "I think that one goes to Ted." We all laughed but I could tell it rankled Brian.  He has a competitive nature anyway and the liquor was accentuating it. I felt the twinge of warning and pushed it aside. The scotch and wine had muffled it.  

It was then that lightening struck somewhere close and thunder followed loud and fast.  The dogs set up a howling that was sure to derail trains.  Brian sat up in the recliner. "Guess I better go let the chickens in before they rip off the back of the house." 

I moved the snack tray from the foot stool set a bowl of chips on each end table along with the ranch dip.  I carried the rest on the tray into the kitchen. Brian opened the door and a flood of dogs rushed in almost knocking him down, all whining like they had just been beaten.  They milled around lost for a moment and then Jimbo heard Ted's voice and barreled into the living room followed by the rest of the pack, except for Smarmy who wedged himself between me and the cupboard I was standing in front of.  Good thing I'm not a collector of knickknacks because there wouldn't have a single unbroken piece left in the wake. 

I was putting the cheeses and meats in ziplock bags when lightening flashed and thunder boomed again.  Smarmy whined and tried to wiggle closer.  I tossed him a piece of summer sausage which he snapped out of the air and swallowed whole.  As Brian walked by he patted his leg and called Smarmy to follow him.  

When I returned to the living room the dogs had settled into place each in front of their master.  Ted moved over again as I came in making space for me.  I stepped over Jimbo and as I wiggled into place my skirt slid up a little. There was a nice expanse of my thighs visible that stopped just short of bringing my lacey covered crotch into view. 

As I sipped and watched the half time show I noticed that each man kept sneaking glances at my lap.  All except Seth who kept sneaking glances at the crotches of the men.  The more they drank the bolder the looks became. Brian didn't seem to mind, in fact I think he liked that his buddies found me exciting.  It stroked his ego and I noticed the bulge in his shorts.  It was apparently stroking his libido as well.  

Ted took a chip and dipped it in the ranch and on the way to his mouth the end broke off and plopped onto his leg.  He stuffed the remaining piece in his mouth and reached for the bit on his leg.

Without thinking my hand flashed out and gripped his wrist. "Turnabouts is fair play. This one is mine."  With my free hand I picked up the piece of dip covered chip and brought it to my mouth aware all the while of the others watching, the game forgotten replaced by their interest in this new game.

Dip still smeared part of his thigh and I locked eyes with him and slowly wiped it off with my finger as Ted had done to me. Before I sucked my finger clean I looked at Brian, he frowned at me.  I wanted to get even for the little display he had put on for Matt in the Kitchen earlier so I stuck out my tongue and licked up the side of my finger. When my tongue reached the tip I pulled it back into my mouth my finger following.  I sucked it hard, running my tongue around it, cleaning it good before I popped it out with a loud slurping noise.  

Ted groaned, Matt shifted in his seat and took a deep breath, Will reached down and adjusted his stiff cock to a more comfortable position inside his shorts, I couldn't see Seth because he was behind me, and Brian licked his lips and smiled.  I let go of Ted wrist and settled back in the sofa. The pause of expectancy filled the room for a few seconds until cheering on the TV regained their attention. 

The game continued for a while and Brian got up to go to the bathroom.  While he was gone I leaned forward and scooped a healthy bit of dip onto another celery stick.  As I leaned back most of it slid off and landed on the curve of my right breast and slowly, coldly, slipped down my cleavage.  I started to wipe it off with my napkin when Ted grabbed my wrist.  I turned toward the movement at the edge of my vision and saw it was Brian returning from the bathroom.  He had stopped just short of entering the room and was watching the exchange. 

"Remember our deal." Ted said and reached for the smear of dip.  I caught his hand before he could get to it.  

"I remember our deal was for what landed on our legs."  I pushed his hand away.

"I don't remember naming a specific body part and this looks much tastier."  Ted reached for me again.  

By now all the attention in the room was focused on us and the exchange. Even Seth was interested.  I expected Brian to step in and say something witty to end this silly game that was spiraling toward dangerous waters, when for the second time that night he did something I didn't expect.  

Ted grabbed my right hand to stop me from cleaning off the dip and Brian stepped up to the back of the couch and grasped my left arm, stretched it out the length of the sofa back and pinned it in place.  This position arched my back slightly thrusting my breasts higher.  

I jerked on my arm and Brian tightened his grip.  "Ooww, Brian, let go."  I jerked again. 

He smiled a wicked little smile at me. "You need to learn not to start things you can't finish and then expect me to save you."  He nodded at Ted, "Take your due."

Ted leaned forward grasped my other wrist and held it over the back of the couch further elevating my breasts and stretching the fabric of my tank tighter over them.  The chill of the dip had hardened my nipples and now they were very visible against the tight fabric.  Ted licked his lips and lowered his head toward my soiled breast.  His tongue was warm and wet as he licked the first bit off.  Then sucking part of the skin in his mouth he scrubbed it clean with his tongue.  He inched a little lower and sucked and licked off more of the ranch dressing.  

I was starting to respond.  I couldn't help it. It did feel good, the slow circles he licked and cleaned made the juices start in my pussy.  I looked up at Brian and knew he could see my reaction.  It seemed to excite him.  He was liking watching Ted suck on my breasts while he held me still!  I was shocked.  I also noticed the bulge in his shorts, he was hard.  This was turning him on!  I couldn't believe it of him, hell I couldn't believe it of me. 

Ted's ministrations reached the edge of my tank top and I felt his tongue slip wetly under the edge and lick as far down as he could reach.  He cupped the bottom of my breast and pushed it up against his mouth.  I could feel the hot gazes of the other men in the room; hear a soft moan from Will on the other side of Ted as he shifted forward to look around Ted's shoulder.  

Ted's thumb found my nipple and toyed with it making it harder, sending thrills racing along my sides down to my crotch.  God I wanted him to pull aside my tank and suck hard on my ridged point.  I wanted Brian to tell me to let him.  Ted lifted his head and glanced at Brian.  I saw Brian give him a slight nod. "Finish your cleaning job Ted, never leave anything half done."

I squirmed and tried to get loose.  Brian grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back so I had to look up at him.  "It's your deal."  

Ted hooked his fingers over the edge of my tank and pulled it down over my breast exposing it to all the watchers in the room.  

"Nice nipples." Muttered Matt "Tell us how they taste Ted. I've always wondered"  He encouraged him and leaned forward for a better look.  I could feel his breath on my shoulder. 

Ted leaned in and slowly licked the hard tip, then leaned back a little and blew on it.  The cold of the drying spit puckered and tightened the skin making my nipple stick out even farther.  "I don't know if I like it.  I need to taste that again."  This time he sucked it hard into his mouth and moaned with pleasure as he lightly chewed on the tip and worked his tongue back and forth.

 I had leaned my head back so that it now hung over the back of the couch my eyes closed.  I love to have my nipples sucked and pinched and played with and Ted was doing a fine job.

 Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should stop this, but it was dulled by the wine, and overpowered by the scent of men and the feel of hands on my arms holding me down.  It was a variation of my secret fantasy to be forced to allow several men to use me at once.  

Ted released my tit from his mouth and looked over at Matt.  "Such nice big hard nipples." He said and pinched it, I jumped and a moan escaped my arched throat. "I think you should taste one, Matt, they are wonderful."  He pulled my tank down on the other side exposing my other breast.  At this invasion I tried to sit up and protest only to realize that Brian still had a tight grip on my hair and was holding my head back. 

I struggled against the hands that held me in place.  "Ok I think this has gone far enough."

"I don't." Brian said and let go of my hair to undo his shorts.  "You started this little game, now you're going to play it out."  

With that green light Ted latched onto my right nipple and started chewing and sucking and kneading my tit with his free hand and Matt did the same on the left one.  I short circuited, my brain was bombarded by sensations I had only dreamed of.  My protests were replaced by soft moans and ragged panting.  I still continued to struggle but now only because it added to the excitement, to the thrill of it.  

"Matt, Hold her arm for me." I felt Brian's hand replaced by Matt's and I briefly wondered where Brian was going.  It didn't take long to realize that he was undoing the zipper of his shorts.  He turned my head toward him with the tight grip he had on my hair and slapped my cheek hard.  My eyes popped open and I was staring straight at the head of Brian's rock hard 8 inch cock.  

All the sucking on my tits stopped as both of the men sat up to watch.  I felt Ted continue to fondle my breast and toy with the nipple.  Matt was squeezing the other one and would occasionally pull on the nipple.  

Brian bumped his cock against my mouth which I kept closed.  I wasn't going to give him a blow job while his buddies watched.  This was just too much.  "No" I said and clamped my mouth shut.  

"No?" Brian said and slapped my cheek again, harder this time. "Suck me." 

"No." I said and tried to pull my head free.  

Brian tightened his grip on my hair and pushed his cock against my closed mouth.  Still I refused to open it.  At the same time both Ted and Matt pinched hard on my nipples and I gasped at the sudden sharp pain and Brian shoved his cock in my mouth.  

Will shifted to sit on the foot stool so he wasn't blocked by Ted body and had a better view.  Ted and Matt went back to sucking and pinching and squeezing my tits.  Brian started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.  He was grunting with each thrust.  Smarmy had gone around the back of the couch to make sure I was ok and he sat softly chuffing by my ear.  He was used to me and Brian having sex.  In fact I think he liked to watch because I had seen him licking himself several times while we were hot into it. 

It didn't take Brian long to cum, it never does the first time and especially since it had been almost a week since we had been together last.  I couldn't swallow it all, the angle of my neck and the downward tilt of my head prevented it.  And some of the first squirt dribbled from my mouth.  Brian jerked his cock from my mouth and finished by pumping the rest on my face.  This was definitely a night of firsts.  He had cum on my tits before but never on my face.  

"Nice Brian, very nice."  Seth said.  "That was very hot."  I realized that Seth had moved to join Will on the foot stool.  It must be quiet a show from that angle.  Me pulled back and pinned over the back of the sofa, Brian fucking my mouth and Ted lustily sucking and squeezing my right tit while Matt did the same to the left.  Three men at once working me over, I was in the middle of my fantasy, I was in heaven and I knew I shouldn't be.  

I coughed and Smarmy came over to see if I was ok.  He started to lick my face and I tried to turn away.  Brian jerked my head back and said, "Let him clean up for the next man."  I squinched my eyes shut and clamped my mouth closed and Smarmy licked all the residue of Brian's cum from my face.  Somewhere in there it registered what he had said, "… for the next man."  

Ted rubbed his hand up my thigh and I tried to hold them together so he couldn't reach my soaking pussy and know that this was really turning me on.  I was ashamed of my reaction and excited by it none the less.  Matt saw what Ted was after and grabbed my other leg.  He pulled it open and Ted plunged his hand up under my skirt.  The moment his fingers touched the sodden silk of my panties he moaned.  "She's soaking wet, Brian.  I think she likes this." 

 He curled his finger over the crotch of my thong and with a sharp jerk ripped it off and tossed in on the floor.  Micky, Will's dane, jumped up to fetch the tossed garment. But stopped short at the scent of my pussy on it.  He sniffed it and licked at it and then snatched it up and moved over in front of the TV to chew and suck on it. Will laughed, "he loves the taste of pussy, takes after his master. I can't tell you how many replacement pairs of panties I've had to buy my girlfriends."  

Brian suddenly let go of my hair and my head dropped back.  "Who wants to replace me?"  The momentum of the situation had reached its height and would stay there for some time to come.  The blood of all the males in the room was at boiling and so was mine.  

"I'd love to." said Will and stood up.  "But let's move her to a better location where we can all see and get at her easier." 

"Good idea," said Ted my tit popping from his mouth.  He took a firm grip on my arm as did Matt on the other side and together they lifted me from the sofa and positioned me on the foot stool.  My ass was at one edge and my head hung off the other.  I was struggling to get away now.  It had been fun for awhile and I figured it would settle back and I would just go away to another room and read or watch a movie while the men finished the game.  But the game on TV had lost its interest because they had all found a new one… me.  Matt and Ted pulled my tank off both trying to keep my arms held in place.  

"Here use these," Brian said and tossed each one a leash.  They looped the ends through the handles and slipped it over my wrist. Then Brian ran one end under the leg of the sofa and clipped it in place.  The other leash he tied around the other leg of the big chair Seth had been sitting in.  My arms were now stretch wide apart and the harder I pulled the tighter the leashes got on my wrists.  

I was kicking at them now and shouting for them to let me go, to stop this.  Will caught one ankle and pulled my leg straight.  Ted caught the other and pulled my legs apart.  I was now spread eagle for them to ogle; I was helpless to cover myself.  Brian retrieved my panties from Micky and shoved them in my mouth.  The slimmy feel of dog spit mingled with the taste of my own pussy almost made me gag.  But I controlled it, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.  "That should keep her quiet until we can shove a cock in it." 

I was firmly tied in place; arms and legs spread wide open, available for any use the 5 men could concoct.  Ted was the first to resume his activities.  He sucked in a mouth full of tit and went back to nibbling on my nipple.  His hand tugging up my skirt and then his fingers exploring my wet spread hole.  He fingered my clit first, the hard flicks of his fingers causing my thighs to jerk with the short instant bursts of pleasure.  Then he spread my lips open. The cool air on my wet cunt made me shiver.




The Kennel Club



"Wow that is a great pussy," Said Will. "I can't wait to stick my tongue up it."  

Matt dropped my left tit. "I need to cum and soon."  He moved around to my head.  "Will taste these tits.  You won't believe how her nipple feels against your tongue."  

Will moved to take Matt's place and he sucked harder on my nipple than Matt had, to the point of pain.  I squirmed and tried to pull away from him.  Making noises and pleading for him to go easy into the underwear stuffed in my mouth.  Ted rammed two fingers up my hole hard and without warning.  "Be still." he said.  I stiffened and screamed into the gag.  "Or we'll," he rammed his fingers in again, "have to," ram, "get the," ram "shock collar." Ram ram ram.  If he had kept that up I would have achieved my first orgasm of the night but he stopped just short of pushing me over the edge.  

Matt pulled the gag from my mouth and tossed it on the couch so Micky wouldn't eat them completely.  Dogs will swallow all sorts of things if you let them.  I had found my leather watch band in a pile of Smarmy's do once.  I clamped my mouth shut when Matt tried to force his cock between my lips.  Matt grabbed a hand full of hair and twisted my head toward his cock.  Ted jammed two fingers back up my pussy and bit down on my nipple I opened my mouth to scream and as Brian had done, Matt thrust his cock in my mouth and started to stroke it.  

Seth had returned to his chair and was watching the men play with me.  Mostly he was watching Matt's fat cock sliding in and out of my mouth.  

Ted moved between my spread legs and licked my pussy.  I couldn't see him and thought it was one of the dogs.  I spit out Matt's cock and started struggling in earnest and screaming "No dogs, Not the dogs." 

They all burst into laughter "Guess you are a dog, Ted."  Commented Seth between hoots of laughter.

Ted licked my Pussy starting from my ass hole and finishing hard against my clit. "Guess that makes Annie here a bitch." They all laughed

Brian walked over to the tit Ted had left and smacked it hard enough to leave a hand print and pinched the nipple. "Quiet down or I will let them get the shocker collar."  I stopped struggling and I could see by the hard look on Brian's face he meant it. This was a new side to him.  And I wondered if it had always been there or if I had done something to make him mad at me.  He took a big mouthful of scotch complete with an ice cube.  He swallowed the scotch and grabbed my tit in both his hands squeezed it up and sucked my already tortured nipple into his cold cold mouth.  I gasped for air at the sudden cold. 

Matt got a better grip on my hair and stuffed his cock back in my opened mouth.

Ted was doing a masterful job eating my pussy.  I found myself holding my hips up trying to get more of his tongue in me.  Once again he had me on the edge of cumming.  I'm sure he knew it by the tightening of the muscles in my pussy.  He stopped and sat back on his heels.  "Brian your bitch is about to cum, you wanna finish her off? Since she's your woman, I'll give you the honors of her first orgasm for the night."

Matt's cock began to swell and I knew he was about to cum.  He grunted loud and rammed his cock hard against the back of my throat. All the attention of the others were focused on Matt fucking my mouth.  They were cheering him, doing the grunt chant "cum, cum, cum, cum." As the first spurt splashed against the back of my throat and I gagged and turned my head pulling his cock out of my mouth.  He finished by jacking the rest of his orgasm onto my face just as Brian had.  He then called his dog Mini over and had her lick my face clean. He relaxed back on the floor his hands above his head breathing heavy. 

Brian stood up and took off his pants and pulled his shirt off.  He was the first one to be undressed, naked, even I still had my skirt on. It was bunched up around my waist but I still had it on.  I raised up as far as I could and watched him step over my legs and kneel between them.  The others moved away to watch him fuck me to orgasm.  I was pretty close, it wouldn't take much. A few strokes and I'd be screaming down the orgasm trail. I was panting hard, my heart beating loudly in my ears.  I wanted to cum, I needed to cum, and quite frankly I didn't care at that point if it was Brian or not.  Matt raised up on one elbow to watch.  

Brian placed a hand on each side of my waist and bent down taking one of my sensitive used nipples in his mouth.  He sucked it gently, tickling the tip the way he always starts with me.  I moaned and arched my back up to him.  He took the other and did the same.  I could feel the hard hot head of his cock prodding against my wet quaking clit. He worked his way down my body, biting and sucking and nibbling.  I raised up and watched as he adjusted himself between my legs aligning his cock with my hole.  

He spread the lips with one hand holding them open and inserted two fingers in me.  I almost came then.  He took the slick juice and spread it on the purple head of his staff and rubbed it up and down my slit.  He knows this drives me crazy.  I was moaning and thrusting my hips up and down begging him to give me his cock.  

"This what you want, baby?" He said softly rubbing the head against my slit. "Tell me what you want me to do.  Tell my friends what you want me to do."  He poked it forward just putting the edge in and then pulling it out.  "Tell Ted what you want me to do.  Tell him or I'll stop and leave you this way. "

"Brian don't do that, finish me.  Please I need to cum.  Give me your cock."  I wiggled trying to get closer.  He slapped my ass hard, at the crack of it the watchers jumped.

 "I said for you to tell Ted what you want me to do to you."  He swatted me again. "Look at him and tell him to tell me to fuck you until you cum."

 He knew I had blocked out the presence of the others by focusing on him.  He wanted me to feel helpless, to feel ashamed, humiliated.  He knew I liked that, because I liked it when he called me bitch and slut while we made love.  He knew I liked it when he held me down and did what ever he pleased with me.  I just never imagined he would ever do it with others in the room.  "Tell him!" he grabbed my chin and turned my head toward the watching men and slapped my ass again.  He prodded my hole with his cock and I shuddered. 

"Ted," I whispered, "please tell Brian to….." I mumbled the rest and swallowed against a dry throat.  Brian reached up and pinched and twisted both my nipples at the same time.  I screamed.  "So you can make louder noise."  He twisted them again. And I howled in pain.  "Tell Ted loud enough for every one to hear how desperate you are for me to fuck you to orgasm.  Beg him to tell me to fuck you."

I looked at Ted took a deep trembling breath and said in loud clear voice "Ted I really need Brian to fuck me 'til I cum.  I need to feel his cock in me.  Ted please tell Brian to fuck me."  Ted remained silent just watching me.  "Ted, please tell Brian to fuck me!  Please!"  

Ted just smiled and remained silent.  Brian was still playing with my nipples sucking and tweaking them.  His cock brushing against my pussy keeping me at the height of arousal.  "Ted please tell Brian to fuck me!" I shouted. "I need Brian to make me cum.  Tell him Ted, Please tell him!"

Ted leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and held my gaze.  "I'll tell him on one condition."

"What's that Ted?" I panted. "I'll do what ever you want just tell Brian to fuck me."  

"You all heard the bitch."  Ted said and looked at each man as they all nodded their answer.  Then he turned his attention back to Brian and me.  "Brian….." He hesitated watching Brian line up his cock with my hole.  It felt hot and hard and I wanted it plunged into me hard.  I squirmed against it.  "FFFFFFuck Annie!"  Ted Shouted.  And Brian rammed his steel rod up my pussy to the bottom so hard it scooted the footstool and me forward.  I felt the leashes tighten around my ankles.  "Fuck her!" He shouted again. "Fuck her hard 'til she cums!" 

Brian withdrew and rammed in again and again.  I moaned at the sweet pleasure of having him fill me, of having him hit my cervix hard.  I could hear his ragged breath I knew he was more excited than he had been in a long time.  He grabbed my shoulders to keep us from scooting any further and continued to pound into me, each stroke a hammer driving me closer to the edge.  They were all chanting now. "Fuck her, Fuck her, Fuck her," louder and faster with each chant driving the frenzy of Brian's thrusts and me to the peak.  I felt my body stiffen, felt the contractions of the orgasm coil, heard myself moaning.

 I had joined the chant only mine was "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." And with one last powerful thrust Brian's cock pushed me over the edge.  Spasms ripped through me and my entire body jerked with the force of my orgasm.  I felt the first hot jets of Brian's cum spray the bottom of my cunt.  I jerked again and again as the ripples of orgasm churned.  Finally it subsided and we lay spent and panting before the watchers.  

"That was awesome brother."  Seth said "reminds me of the old days."  

Brian pulled out and I could feel the cum oozing out and down over my ass.  

Brian had poured him self another drink and was back in his recliner watching the live porn show in his own living room.  He made no attempt to stop it.  I watched as he toyed with his spent cock and I knew he would be up for round three in a while.  

 Ted stood up, pulled his t-shirt off and took off his shorts.  I got my first look at Ted's cock.  

Ted is 6'4" with a broad chest and well formed body.  His cock matched the rest of him.  About 10 inches long and a little bigger around than a flashlight, the kind the police carry. I was fascinated at the red hair that covered his chest and fringed his staggeringly large cock.  It was shiny in the light and seemed to almost be a flame.  He was bigger than Brian, bigger than any man I had ever had before and I wondered if he would even fit. 

I looked over at Seth to see if he would intercede, but he was fixated on Ted's cock and rubbing his crotch.  I could look up the pant leg of his shorts and could see his smooth balls and the head of his hard cock.  And something he had said earlier flitted through my mind. "…reminds me of the old days."  I'd have to get that story from Brian soon.  

Ted knelt between my legs.  My pussy was still slick from Brians Cum but that didn't seem to bother Ted as he attacked my pussy with his mouth.  He forced his tongue as far as it would go up my spread hole.  He grasped my lips in his teeth and tugged them and pulled on them.  Then he did the same to my clit.  His teeth gripping it tightly as he shook his head from side to side flicking his tongue over the exposed tip.  Intense pleasure hop-scotched with sharp stabbing pains each time he bit down on my clit to keep it in his mouth.  I jerked against the leashes tightening them on my writs and ankles.  I felt his saliva drooling over my pussy.     

"Ted stop! Owww Ted."  Finally I got angry and shouted "Damn it Ted, I said stop." 

He leaned back on his heels. "Sorry I didn't mean to get so carried away." 

I raised up my head as far as I could and looked at him over the mound of my pussy.  "It isn't that.  The leashes are cutting into my ankles." 

He raised his eyebrows in question and looked behind him at my feet, then surveyed the room.  Grasping the feet of the stool I was tied over he pulled it to him easing the tension on the leashes that bound my feet apart.  He stood and picked up his and Brian's t-shirts.  When I felt him loosening the leash on one ankle I tried to sit up.  He jerked my leg back straight and I flopped back on the footstool.  "You didn't think this was over did you?" He grinned and leered back at me over my gaping pussy.  "Because the fun is just beginning." 

I looked around for Brian and saw he was refilling several glasses with scotch at the bar.  He walked over to Ted and handed him one, passed one to Will and took a big swallow of one himself before he sat it on the end table.  He knelt beside me on the floor and began massaging my breasts and pulling my nipples.  He leaned over and sucked one into his mouth his tongue playing with the tip.  "God, I love to suck on these," He said taking as much as he could in his mouth and sucking hard on it.  I moaned and pushed my tit up to him.

When he released it and looked up at me I asked him, "Brian can I have a drink of your scotch?"  He immediately retrieved it from the end table and held my head so I could drink.  The liquor tasted good, and I knew it would help with the rest of the night the men had planned.  I also knew that even if I had wanted this to stop it wouldn't, not now, it was to far into the game; we had passed the point of no return.  I relaxed back against the footstool, let the liquor warm me, numb me, open me and I slipped into my favorite fantasy.  This was going to happen and since I had no control over it anymore I was going to enjoy it.  Live out my secret desire and so far it was going great.  I just needed a little uninhibitor libation.  

In the mean time Ted had eased the leashes on both ankles and wrapped the t-shirts around them and retightened the straps over the t-shirts.  It was much better, not painful any more.  But I suspected there would be marks that would take some time to heal.  He did the same thing with my wrists only he used his and Brian's underwear. 

Ted got back between my legs and settled himself comfortably on the floor.  His hands rested on my knees a moment. "How's that Annie, better?" 

It occurred to me the irony of the moment, a rapist asking after his victim's welfare.  I smiled and tried not to laugh, "It's much better thank you Ted."  A kinky cartoon played in my head.  A rapist laying on top of a woman, her hands tied above her head, her clothing is ripped and torn, one shoe off.  The surrounding furniture is tipped over and broken.  He is looking down at her and the caption reads "Always the courteous rapist Ted asked, "Was it good for you too, bitch?" That would be one Far Side cartoon that would never see print.

"Good." He slid his hands up my thighs and firmly rubbed the spot on both sides of my cunt running his thumbs up and down the outer sides of my labia. That felt good, relaxing, surprisingly so.  His thumbs moved over the lips just rubbing the inner edge of my slit. I felt him pull my cunt open with the press of his fingers on either side he also exposed my clit pulling back the hood; the tender, very sensitive tip throbbed waiting for contact with his hungry tongue.  Ted glanced back over his shoulder at Seth.  "Seth, come on jump in here.  I know she's your sister, but hey, nobody here will mind." He turned his attention to Brian who was still working over one of my breasts.  

Brian looked up at Ted then at Seth "Seth usually prefers to watch.  He'll join in later, won't you Seth?" 

"That's right brother.  I like to watch, I like sloppy seconds.  I like the taste of used pussy." Seth's voice was husky, deeper than usual.  I looked up at him, his face was flushed, his eyes hot. But not looking at me they were wandering from Ted's ass to Brian's cock as he knelt beside me, to the bulging crotches of the other two.  Seth reached down and undid his shorts shoved his hand down them and grabbed a hold of his cock.  

"Suite yourself," Ted said.  The air on my pussy had chilled it and when Ted leaned forward and jammed his warm wet tongue into my spread hole I came immediately.  He sucked and slurped, moaned and swallowed my cum, thrusting his tongue in me scooping it out with his tongue.  I was quivering and jerking with the spasms and moaning and saying I don't know what.  It was intense and amplified by Brian tormenting my nipples.   Ted kept licking and sucking until the waves subsided and I relaxed back on the footstool.  

With a hand on each of my thighs he raised himself up onto his knees.  I watched him spit on his cock and rub it over the head.  I felt my muscles tighten in anticipation of his huge rod forcing its way into my pussy.  I just knew it was going to hurt, to stretch me wider that I had ever been before.  

Will stood up and pulled his t-shirt off, toed off his tennis shoes and stepped out of his shorts.  All he had left on were his socks which he left on.  

Brian having cum twice in the last hour moved away to sit on the sofa sip his scotch and watch.  As he sat down he reached for the TV clicker and switched it from the game to music.  That was another first.  Five men the middle of a football game and none of them protested or even notice that it was turned off.  I felt honored.  

Will stepped over my stretched and bound arms and squatted on the floor above my head.  Reaching over me he fondled both my breast, his stomach brushing my nose.  He pushed against the footstool scooting it under me so it raised my ass and my head now rested off the edge of it.  I was looking at his balls, and his hard cock.  It was an average size with a big mushroom head.  I wondered how that would feel rubbing on the inside of my vagina. I could see a drop of pre cum forming on the tip. I stuck my tongue out and licked the drop of cock honey off.  Will moaned and rubbed his dick against my mouth.  

I felt Ted rub the head of his cock against my pussy.  And push against it.  I whimpered even though none of it had entered me yet.  Will leaned forward more to get a better, closer look at Ted's big cock when it would enter me for the first time.  Ted lined himself up with my opening and got a firm grip on my hips.  He bounced against my pussy a couple of times wetting the lips and spreading them open. Then with all his size and force rammed his cock in all the way to his balls.

 I screamed and screamed and thrashed against the tethers, my head banging against Wills cock and balls. That seemed to excite him because several drops of pre-cum dripped onto my face.  It felt like every thing ripped and stretched apart like a seam stretched over too fat a body would pop apart.  It was a white hot burn and it took my breath away.  Existence was the tearing penetration of my over filled hole.  I couldn't feel anything else, see anything else, think of anything else; it was the sole complete focal point of my entire existence at that moment.  My breath was coming in rapid whining pants.

My scream had brought all the dogs to attention especially Smarmy who was trying his level best to get to me.  Brian grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the foray petting him and telling him it was ok.  Jimbo, Ted's dog, was sniffing at the edge of my pussy where Ted's cock was lodged.  Ted was stalk still.  I could feel his baseball bat of a cock throbbing against the tight walls of my pussy, the head driven hard against my cervix where it rubbed with each throb.  

Gradually the startling burning pain of the invasion began to subside and I felt my body begin to lose some of the tension. 

"Oh my God," Will exclaimed "That was soooooo hoooot." He settled back some, the tip of his cock brushing my lips and wetting the end of my nose.  "That was amazing to watch so close."  He shifted some so his balls were over my mouth.  "Suck my balls.  I need you to suck my balls." He demanded and lowered them against my mouth grinding them on my face.  

I couldn't breathe just yet; I was still trying to get control from the invasion of Ted's big cock. Will grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it hard and stretched it out.  I yelped and he dropped his balls in my mouth.  "I said suck my balls." And he slapped my tit, it stung but I started to suck on him to keep him from doing it again.  He moaned and reached between us to stroke his cock.  




The Kennel Club



Ted loosened his grip on my hips and pulled out a little.  Fire followed it like striking a match.  Ted leaned back and thumbed my clit that felt pretty good, and helped to lessen, or I should say mask, the pain.  The stimulation to my clit was beginning to excite me. The extra lube from that helped slide Teds cock in and out as he started to stroke.  They weren't full length strokes but short easy ones.  I could hear his steady breathing, long full deep breaths like those of a runner pacing himself.  

Will was stroking his meat, his fist thumping into my chin.  Suddenly his straightened up and grunted loud.  Pulled his balls from my mouth and thrust his cock all the way to the back of my throat.  I gagged and coughed when the first jet splashed against the back of my throat.  I tried to swallow it so I wouldn't drown.  But he jerked it back out again and finished cumming on my tits, some spraying as far down as just above Teds imbedded Cock.

He was rewarded with applause from the watchers and several comments of "nice one." 

Seth stood up and stepped into my view as he pulled off his t-shirt exposing his finely form chest covered in a thick thatch of dark curly soft hair.  His nipples visible through the fir were erect and a little larger than most men's. He looked at Brian and raised his eyebrows in question.  

I turned to look at Brian who glanced at me and said "Go ahead Brother, it's your turn.  You always share everything I have."

"Thanks Bri."  He said and came to kneel by my left breast.  He plucked the nipple, pinched it hard and started rubbing it on the head of his cock.  His attention wasn't focused on me or my tit or his cock it was singularly focused on Ted's rhythmic, steady, solid thrusting into my pussy.  His mouth opened as his watch Ted drop a little more spit onto his thrusting cock.  Somehow I know he wanted to be there licking my clit and Ted's cock.  

Ted noticed Seth's reaction to the vision close up.  "You'd like to taste this wouldn't you?"  He said just loud enough for Seth and me to hear.  Seth's nod was barely noticeable.  "You Gonna clean up after me?  You want to taste my cum as it drips out of her cunt?" Again Seth nodded, his eyes locked onto Ted's huge shaft.  "Ok, then."

"Ok." Seth whispered and scrubbed his cock harder on my nipple.  

 "You'll like this next part," Ted Said, "but you'll have to move some to get a good view."  

Seth dropped my tit and settled back out of the way to see what Ted was talking about.  Slipping his hands under my arms Ted gripped my shoulders and leaned over me in a type of missionary position. He shifted up on his toes, legs bent and spread to allow him to continue fucking me. His first thrust slammed his huge cock hard against my cervix.  It felt like a fist in the stomach and I grunted and begged for him to stop.  He looked down at me and smiled "Not on your life, you're one of the tightest softest pussies I've had in a long time."  He held my gaze with his intense blue eyes.  They darkened and took on a sleepy look.  With the next thrust he lowered his head and muffled my scream with his mouth; his tongue making lazy patterns on mine.  I felt his balls slap against my ass at his complete penetration. 

Seth moved so he could watch Ted's cock ramming in and out, his balls bouncing off my ass.  I heard him moan softly and start to stroke himself. The others must have shifted to that end of the room as well.  I saw Matt from the corner of my eye as he moved.  God I wish I could've seen that.  I got hotter just thinking about watching myself being fucked by such a big cock. Watching Ted's finely chiseled ass as it arched up and flexed forward.  I wanted to rest my hands on the curve of his butt so I could feel the rocking motion on the outside at the same time I felt the thrusts of his cock on the inside.  But I was tied in place, restrained, forced to be used and that sent the fireworks to exploding in my head.  

Ted shifted again resting his knees on the edge of the footstool his strokes were longer and slower now using almost the full length of his cock.  Ted deepened our kiss and increased his thrusting speed.  He moaned as I started to return his kisses.  He was a great kisser, slow and demanding and hungry.  I liked the feel of his tongue as I sucked on it. The friction of his chest against my nipples and breasts was exciting and I was getting used to the size of him.  

I tilted my hips just a little and his cock found a spot in the bottom of my pussy that had never gotten attention before.  It sent thrills racing along my body, took over my mind, opened the door to a new world. One filled with sensations of brief contact with that one spot.  My pussy contracted trying to keep his rod buried and rubbing against it.  I felt the muscles grip and release, grip and release; felt the tightening of orgasm building to breaking point as his thrusts came faster and faster.  

Seth was raptly Ted's balls and cock and my ass.  Watching the huge cock stretch my hole.   

I released Ted's mouth for more air.  I couldn't breath hard enough or fast enough.  The climax was almost overwhelming.  Ted was groaning in unison with me, my moans growing louder as the peak neared.  I started to shake and the tension burst open in wave after wave of profound and utter bliss. I had never cum that hard in my life and I wondered at the time if I would survive it.  Just as the last of my orgasm began to recede I felt Ted stiffen, felt his muscles tense and with a loud grunt he thrust in, spewing his hot sperm over the tender inside of my pussy.  Awakening another orgasm in me, it was smaller, weaker than the last one, and a surprise.  His hips jerked several times with each pulse of his orgasm wetting me with more semen; filling my pussy to overflowing.  He jerked one last time and then was still, his pulsing cock buried to his balls in my shuddering cunt.  

I felt Ted shiver.  "Feels nice doesn't it?"  He whispered against my ear.  "mmmmhummmm." I answered and lightly kissed his cheek.  I was wondering what it would be like to actually make love to him in a normal setting.  I was secretly hoping I would get to again sometime.  

Ted raised up and relaxed back down onto his knees pushing Jimbo out of the way.  "You ready Seth?" He said over his shoulder.  

"Yea I am." Seth answered from nearby.  Ted slowly eased back pulling his still long but soft cock slowly out of me.  God that was a good feeling but one that left me vacant, and wanting to be filled up again.  He stretched out on the floor. 

Seth knelt between my spread legs and leaned in and started to lick up the cum that ran out of my gapping hole.  I felt his tongue at the edges licking all around my hole.  His hungry noises as he cleaned up Ted's cum that was mingled with mine.  He put his mouth over my entire pussy and sucked it.  That was an incredible sensation.  The feeling of pulling suction, drawing the contents out must be something like a straw would feel when you suck soda through it.  His tongue probed the inside of my pussy, his lips rubbing and teasing my clit until it was hard again.  I could feel the fringes of excitement returning as Seth's tongue bathed my battered cunt, massaging it with firm but gentle lapping. 

"I want to see what you're doing, she really seems to be enjoying that form the sound of her."  Matt said and I opened my eyes to see him leaning over me.  His cock and balls dangling by my face.  I hadn't even realized I was moaning.  I was also rocking my hips in motion with Seth's stroking tongue.  

"My brother has a magic tongue with the ladies."  Brian commented.  "And he loves the taste of cum fresh from a woman's pussy." The ice in his glass rattled as he took a swallow.  "Although he's never cared much for putting any there."  Brian's speech was a little soft around the edges from the scotch he'd consumed.  

Matt bumped his hard cock against my mouth and this time I opened it willingly sucking him into my mouth tonguing his cock.  I liked to feel the pulsing vein that ran along the bottom side and the little jerks I'm rewarded with when I get the special spot.  Matt was squeezing and kneading my breasts and slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, his balls tickling my nose.  

I heard gasps form all the men in the room and felt Seth sag down a little.  A sharp grunt came from Seth and he released his sucking grip on my pussy.  He eased down onto one elbow and was jacking himself. Seth's groaning was gaining momentum.

 Matt was really pounding my mouth and I was having a hard time breathing.  I was just about to try and turn my head to get him out of my mouth when he started to cum.  His grip tightened on my tits and it hurt and I knew I'd have bruises by morning.  There would be finger marks around my tits for days.  I squirmed and bucked trying to get him to let loose.  Finally he jerked his cock from my mouth, I gasped for air. And he jacked his orgasm all over my tits and stomach and face.  

  Seth leaned back and straighted his back his head snapped forward his eyes open wide as he watched his own cum spurt from the end of his ridged cock.  He pumped it with a frenzy that sent the spray over my pussy and up my belly onto my tits where it mixed with Matt's. 

Matt was sitting on the sofa next to Brian his head resting on the back. 

Brian was watching intently he saw the hardness of my nipples, the goose bumps on my arms and stomach, the swollen clit and the slight humping movements of my hips. Will had rolled over on the floor and was propped on one elbow to watch as well.  

The dogs had started crowding around sniffing.  I started struggling trying to get the dogs to go away.  "Brian let me up.  I've had enough and I want a shower."

Brian took a drink and waited deciding.  "What do you say guys should we let her up, or let our dogs take their turn?"  

"Brian this isn't funny.  Let me up!  Now!"  Finally my demands brought Brian to my rescue and he leaned over and undid the lease tied around the leg of his chair. Ted undid another one and Seth undid the ones around my ankles.  

I could barely move, I had been tied over the foot stool for so long. Gradually I sat up and Matt helped me to my feet.  

As I walked past Brian on my way to the shower he stopped me with a hand on my leg.  I stopped and looked down at him and slowly leaned over and kissed him.  His hand caressed my breast and his fingers toyed with my nipple.  "That was awsome, Babe." He said. "You're a fine bitch."




























Characters;
Annie
Brian - Annie's bf and seth's bro- Marmaduke - brindled - M
Ted - 6'4" red hair- Jimbo - red - M
Will bro to Matt - 5' 11"- Micky - black and white -M
Matt bro to Will - 5'7" -Mini - black and white - F
Seth bro to Brian - gay - 6'1"  Babe - "blue" - M



The Kennel



"Can I ask you something......" 

I looked up at Sara from the counter not really thinking anything at all. Her whole demeanor had changed. She was pulling a bit of hair out of her eyes. "Jason, I keep.....I..." She breathed in deep. "I'll just, say it. Jason. Can I get in that kennel again?" 

I let my head drop. "But....."

"Just for a little minute. Just. It's stupid. I'm stupid. The feeling, it was .....different and......" She finished her glass. "I'm forgetting what it felt like."

I walked over, my heart in my throat, saying not another word. This was too unbelievable. I wanted things to stand where they were just at that moment, wanted time to freeze, as I pulled the kennel from the wall. Not even saying 'yes ok,' not wanting what she had just said to possibly change from anything I might say. I felt like I was stepping out of time.

She sat there silent, watching me. 

I opened the door and stood back as she knelt down, turning herself, backing in, practiced now. Her feet passing through the bars at the back of the cage. I closed the door. Heard the click of the latch. I was looking at her again in that cage.

"You want your hands in the cuffs again?"

She was nodding, not looking at me, "Hmmm, Hmmmm. Yeah." 

She lay her small hands through the holes of the cage and I tightened the cuffs. When she looked up, her head touched the top of the bars, I was looking down at her again. My whole body trembling.

This time she was in a skirt that was mid-thigh, so that on her knees I could see it rising up in back, rising up high. I was standing, taking her all in from the front, and I'm thinking 'If I got low enough I would be able to peek up her skirt.' Followed by, 'Crazy. I can't do that.' All these voices. My mind swimming. The fabric of her skirt was pressed against the bars at the back, the leather thigh harnesses hanging down touching her bare legs.

I walked around her again. I asked, "What do you like about this?"

"I don't know.....It's a part of me......that never gets let out."

I kneeled down in front of her, and she says "Take my glasses off again."

So, I opened the door and reached in, she closed her eyes and I slipped her glasses off, brushing my hands in her hair and positioning the soft strands how I wanted them against her face, just out of her eyes. For me, just for me and no one else. 

She was holding her hands in these little balls, looking in my eyes and says, "Is there anything else about me you think I should change."

Sort of an invitation I thought, and I looked up and down her body. She was wearing a light blouse that circled her throat, that didn't tuck in at the waist and a skirt that came mid thigh - and like I said, was exposing her panties at the back if I could get low enough. I could not stop thinking about that.

"There's nothing about you I would change."

"Be honest. Anything?"

I reached my hands in through the little door and caressed her hair some more, then her cheek. I touched her throat and she lifted her chin. She was letting me. Yielding. I was brushing my hands over her shoulders, she was lifting each shoulder to my touch, just letting me touch her. It was so soft, so gentle.

"Anything at all?" she repeated.

"You.....You're perfect. You are. But....your top, you could be a little more revealing, I guess," as I stroked the fabric collar around her throat. "You have nice.....breasts."

I watched her eyes widen. Even I couldn't believe I had said that. And I quickly added, "You could wear just a little lipstick once in a while, but nothing on your eyes. You have such pretty eyes," and I looked into them. 

God, I was hard again and my head was swimming. My hands felt numb. Just then the oven dinged.

I stood, and she looked up at me. I said, "Dinners ready." I leaned back down to unhitch her cuffs and she shook her head no. 

"Feed me."

**************

I lay in bed that night with the image of her opening her mouth, and me feeding her. 

Potatoes drizzled in butter and dill, spoon feeding her, feeling her lips close around the end. Carrots in a little cream, chicken and rosemary. Over and over again. If something got on her chin I wiped it with my fingers. She ate her whole meal from me, hands in those cuffs. I even tipped the wine glass back for her and watched her lips get wet, drinking the wine, leaving some stains of red down her chin. Cutting her meat, feeding her with my fingers, feeling her teeth. Pushing her hair back away from her mouth, the feel of her lips, lifting the long strands over her shoulder and down her back. 

Mmmmmmm. I closed my eyes. 

God oh fucking God. And I thought about that skirt, how the hem was just even with her.....pussy. I thought about that. How her ass pressed against those back bars. Right there, and I thought about what I had done.

When we finished, and it seemed time to let her out, I said, "Sara, can I ask something. One thing."

"What?"

"I want to, just, see your....feet. I never get to see them."

She looked at me, incredulous.

"It's me being stupid now. Can I take your shoes off? I'll rub your feet. That's it."

She looked back and perhaps, I really don't know, a light went on somewhere in her. She just said, "Yeah, for just a little minute."

I moved over, sat myself down between her shoes, and willing myself, refused to look up. I was still convincing myself that I just wanted to see her feet, that there was no ulterior motive. We used to run barefoot everywhere and now, I just wanted to see. That is what I told myself.

I untied her sneakers, white with a thin sole, and slid them off each foot. Then grasping her cotton socks, slipping them off each foot, warm and damp. The kind that is low, that stops right at the ankle. She had each one neatly folded to make little cuffs around the top of her shoes. 

And then, unable to restrain, unable to resist. Yielding. Wild with guilt and nerves, I looked higher. Just a little. Not all the way. 

Just up along her bare calves extending between the bars, how they bent and then following a little further up her thighs. Up and Back down again, this glimpse of her ass pressed against the bars. Her knees were pretty wide, the bars forcing her legs apart, and the skirt was even with her puss. I looked again, higher. Feeling my body melt, my willpower vanish. Staring between her legs. It was just how I had imagined it would be. 

I could see her white cotton panties, bunching up between her legs, the fabric narrowing off her ass, the curve of her pussy just visible between her legs.White cotton panties, what I would expect Sara would be wearing. 

I took one foot in my hand and pressed my thumb into its pad, and heard Sara let out a soft moan. I was also staring steadily up her thighs now as I rubbed and saw her squeezing her thighs together as I pressed. Responding to my touch. I could see that muscle that runs up the inner thigh tighten, how her ass would lift just the tiniest bit as her back arched causing the skirt to catch against the bars. I pressed again, she responding the same way. 

Her skirt lifted about two inches, no more, and I could see the mound of her pussy perfectly in that moment, each time her ass raised and her back arched, that little undulation of her body. I could see the discoloration in the cotton, she was wet! Her cum. A wet line extending down between her legs and out of sight. A stain. Her arousal almost made me cum on the spot.

I continued to rub her feet, softly pressing my fingers and thumb into the pad of her foot. Holding each toe. Caressing her, lovingly, the feel of her skin, touching her ankles and just to her calves. 

Over and over I thought of these things, as I closed my eyes and turned myself onto my back. It was burned into my memory. Inside my pitch black room I could still see her, everything. Every moment. I could still see her there, feed her, touch her, watch her move inside that kennel.

My little Sara.

***************

When I woke the next day, we met in the kitchen, and we made no mention of the night before. In my more clear headed state, I realized she had to have known what I did. My ruse. She had to have known.

But, she let me. It was ok. I did nothing wrong. My rationalization. I met her eyes following me to the fridge, I looked at her and she smiled.

"Morning."

***************

That afternoon the phone.

It was ASSHOLE. She took the phone up to her room and closed the door. She was gone for two hours, and after, she ran down the stairs and out of the house.

Was she going to see him?

We agreed, that was a bad idea. Why didn't she talk to me about it first. I was angry. I was something else too, but would not admit it. I would not even think the word. We had a lot to do today and she being up in her room for two hours and then leaving the house really pissed me off.

I was ready to read her the riot act, but when I saw her, when she finally came home. The wreck that she was. Everything I felt, everything I thought, everything I planned on saying melted away.

"You want to talk?" was all that came out.

She threw herself down on the sofa.

" I told him I felt useless to the world....... He was like not even there just watching me. Like just a body. He was asking things so matter of fact, he asked me why I felt that way. I said I thought that I was being open with him, sharing my life my feelings. My......"

"You broke up with him." I looked at her, "Didn't you?"

She paused. And in that moment I realized what an idiot I'd been. 

She answered, "Sort of. Jason. I've seen him a couple of times."

I felt blood go to my eyes. This pressure in my head. This feeling. So stupid. She was lying to me. 

She continued, "I told him that, while I am a basically honest person......"

Fucking liar.

".....that he is a closed book, that he is not there for me. I'm just on this emotional roller coaster, I'm lost without him. I said that he didn't seem to care whether I lived or died. Something like that, probably a little too dramatic. But .... when I'm upset it just all comes out. "

Blah blah blah. I didn't want to listen. I wanted to walk away.

"And then I waited. I waited and waited for what he would say. He said I was good at making observations and that I was right most of the time. I said that's it? That's fucking it. I spill my heart out to you. I said, Do you have a heart!!"

My head is screaming he's an ASSHOLE. I just remained silent. I'm thinking 'The dogs need to be fed.....'

"I told him I was leaving unless there was anything I could do for him...." She paused, this little look on her face, at me, and then the floor. "He said uh, 'no,' and I left, came here. He asked me for my cell phone number cause I changed the number so he couldn't call me anymore and he said he would call me later tonight."

I looked at her, "Did you sleep with him?"

She looked away. 

"You fucking slept with him!"

"I've been driving around for like three hours waiting for him to call me. He never called. I called his house like three times and no answer. I fucking hate this!"

I just said, "We have to feed the dogs," and got up just left her sitting there.

Sara showed up about fifteen minutes later with a pail and was walking up and down the aisle across from me, looking at me the whole time, keeping pace with me. 

I said nothing, ignoring her.

She says, "Your mad."

I say, "No."

She says, "I think you are."

"No. Really, just surprised."

I was seething, amazed at myself for my ability to hide my feelings. I was beginning to sympathize with ASSHOLE. 

God, fucking damn, I wanted her in that cage right now.

******************

So I waited. 

I found some tequila and made some nice cold  margarita's. She continued to blather on about ASSHOLE and I remained honest, even tempered, but honest. Said what I thought. All stuff said before. My honesty did not anger her now, it was her lies.

She was tipsy again, she says to me, "YOU want me to get in the kennel again."

I turn to the fridge.

She continues, "Don't you?"

My heart is beating, harder than I ever remember. "No I don't." I thought I would pass out. I turn again and look at her, feeling - I don't know exactly. Singular, not even words.

She was in a skirt again, a shorter skirt, half top with a V at her neck. I breathed, "But, If you wanted."

She was looking at it again, "I would never do this with anyone."

"You do with me."

"You know what I mean." She was thinking, set down her glass. I watched her get up, she was tipsy. "We can never tell anyone about this. K?"

And she was moving herself to the cage, pulling it out into the kitchen, opening it, looking inside and at me. "I just can't explain how it is.....for me."

I added, "Sara if you get in this time. You're my pet."

She laughed, backing herself into the door. She just says, "Woooof."

**************

I latched the door and harnessed her wrists. Her hair was already down, no glasses.

"You aren't wearing your glasses today." She just shook her head as I tightened the leather on her wrists. She could see my hands trembling.

She giggled a little, "I'm your pet, hey Jason!" And she wagged her tail this time, brushing her ass against the bars, waving the leather cuffs at the back of the cage against her thighs, and as she did that my eyes went to her ass and saw the cuffs there. She was following my eyes, looking back and held herself there.

I moved to the back of the cage and her skirt was literally at the center of her ass, raised up so high nothing left to the imagination. Her panties were pink, a shiny thin fabric, and much much smaller, exposing her tight little ass cheeks to me. She knew. 

I was looking at her, she following me with her eyes being watched, pressing herself against the bars. 

We said nothing as I took the leather cuffs and wrapped them around her bare thighs and cinched them tight. "Ow," her voice trembled. I stood again looking down at her, out of sight; eyeing the back of her head, her shoulders, her narrow waist, legs open, extending from the cage, barefoot. Sara didn't move. 

"What are you going to do, with your pet?"

I opened the little door at the front. "Look at you. Leave you here. Feed you......" I got on my knees and slid to the side of the little cage, just sat. She was held back against the back bars now, all four of her limbs bound.

"What if I....." reaching my hand through the bars from the side and ran just my fingertips along her back, up and down the length of her. Brushing, scratching, touching her soft skin, touching her at the small of her back, touching her bare skin, letting my hand slip up under her top began rubbing her shoulders. No bra. 

"What if I pet my little pet."

She squirmed a little but there was no movement possible for her. She could arch her back, or turn her head. 

"Hungry?" I said as my hand held to her right at her waist, as I pressed my thumb into the curve of her hip, and then turning my hand tracing the line of her skirt down onto her tummy, and rubbing her tummy, drawing circles there. 

I loved the feel of her as she sucked her belly in as I touched her there, and the way it pouted out from her body when she let it. The way her little tummy narrowed into her hips. I rubbed her between her hips, rubbed her with the flat of my hand, touching her navel with my thumb. God my cock was hard now. It was pinching in my pants, and I wanted to take it out. Would I dare?

"Hungry?" I said again.

"A little." She mewed. "What else.....do you want to do?"

I was throbbing, rapidly losing any sense of time or place. I trailed my hand higher on her, never losing contact, reaching further into the bars until I was tracing her rib cage up her side to the center of her chest. Lay my hand right between her breasts. Her top hung down at her waist, feeling her lift up as I drew my hand down between her breasts to her tummy, arching her back until she was nearly touching the top of the cage. Tracing my fingers over the surface of her skirt rubbing her hips and abdomen. I could just feel the mound of her puss through the fabric. Moving away was fruitless as I stroked her body, carressed her, and reaching up again began to touch the edges of her breasts.

I felt her jump when I touched her there. Simply tracing my fingers along the edges of her breasts, pressing up from the bottom of her rib cage and around along her sides. Feeling her as I lifted my hand around to the top, tracing her collar bone and down pressing the palm of my hand over her breasts, pushing them, feeling them move. So deliciously soft, light, so small. I loved the way they hung down from her, I could feel her heart beating too.

"Does ASSHOLE do this to you?" She just shook her head, "I've got you you know."

She looked back at me, my hands on her, stroking her soft skin. I was watching her breathing, she was getting aroused. I could feel her swaying now, moving herself not away but toward my touch. Moving herself to set her breasts in my hand, I let her. 

I cupped my hand over her breast as she lay herself in my hand, and squeezed. I caught her eyes as I was doing that, glancing back at me, watched her open her mouth as I was squeezing, pressing my fingers into her, lifting her top up as I did, watching it slide up her back and expose her breasts to me. 

She was leaning forward with her arms up through those cuffs, and I could hear her sigh, as she closed her eyes. I could feel her nipples tighten and I played with them, one then the other. Gave them a pinch. I felt her jump. I pinched again. 

"Ow. Be good."

"I don't think that's possible."

She smiled a little turning her head toward me, "Mmmm. You hard?"

I held my hand to my groin so she could see and pushed. Exquisite. Just the mention made me ache. "What do you think?"

I rubbed my hand back down to her stomach and then slipped the flat of my hand under the fabric at her skirt, felt the elastic of her panties pull back as I felt lower still. Down below her navel, her soft belly narrowing between her hips, the soft hairs of her pussy trailing a line from her navel. I was bending down and looking where my hand was, into the opening where her skirt and panties were pulled back by my hand; her cunny hairs were brown, the hairs felt fine, soft. Just this little tangle, in a little line up her front. Mmmm, she trimmed herself. I was surprised. I kept reaching down until I could feel the rise of her pussy mound, pressing my fingers in touching her thighs, until I could just feel the parting of her labia. The dampness of her panties. 

She simply breathed out, "Jason...." A question in her voice. "This might be......I don't, know....Too far."

I'd been moving myself to the back along the side of the cage as I rubbed and touched her, and slipping around to the back now I unhooked the cuffs at her thighs. She tried to see what I was doing, and for a moment I think she thought I was about to let her out. 

Because as I threw her skirt up over her hips, she began to crawl into the cage, away from me. I reached in hooking my fingers around the elastic of her panties and began to tug them back slowly, watching as they slid over her hips. She was trying to turn away, "Jason, I don't think. I didn't mean....." She was struggling with the cuffs. ".....not my.....Wait. Wait." 

I kept pulling, watching them slide lower, revealing the line of her ass, down her thighs, I could see the little pucker of her ass. She was bent over with legs apart which opened her up completely to me. The line of her cunt so pink and open, and so wet! God she was wet. Her legs being spread by the bars. Her cunny was pouting out between her legs, light hairs and opening, so pink. The cum leaking out.

"Jason." She was waggling her hips again. I said nothing.




The Kennel



She looked so delicious, glistening, her cunny lips parted and I could see the flesh of her, as I sat there so close to the bars. The soft hairs between her legs. Fuck, I began to rub my cock through my jeans. 

I had her panties down to her knees now, could smell her, literally feel the heat of her; and I whispered to her, "Back up now."

"Jason, I......"

She didn't move, so I reached in and grasping her thighs, slid her back against the cold bars and pressed her there. 

When she began moving again, I growled, "Hold Still!" pulling her back.

I re-hooked the harnesses, cinched her in place. She was held there now with her panties down around her knees, legs held apart by the bars. I could see her trying to close her legs.

"Maybe, you should let me out now." In this little girl voice. 

I was watching her squirm, exposed, tugging, trying to cover herself from me. Her top was up over her breasts and she couldn't even pull it down. Her panties down around her knees. 

I didn't even respond. Or rather I did. I first lay my palm over her open cunt, simply covered her with my palm of my hand, curling my fingers through her pussy hairs. Curling my fingers, petting her. 

I could feel her wet line down the center of my hand. She was trying to move away still, I watched her head lift up and then fall as I held my hand to her following however she moved. I took my middle finger and drew in up through her center, and listened as she exhaled. Deep sighs, and leaning in I took my hand away and blew my warm breath on her cunt, watching as her whole pussy contracted, pulsed in this convulsion of movement. 

I pressed my finger in around her clit, tugging at her pussy lips and blew my breath on her, again and again. Stroking her thighs, fingering her and blowing my breath on her. She was moaning and pressing her head against the bars, writhing as I simply blew on her. That was all as I watched her cum, she was cumming! It was so intense, she was trembling, her thighs shaking and she was dropping into the bottom of the cage. Bending herself, spasming against her harnesses. Crying out, I was watching her cunt quivering, blew on her again and again.

"Oh god, oh god, ahhhhh Jason!" she whimpered, ragged gasps, letting her head drop down as this wave of orgasm slipped away. 

She was exhausted by it all already.

***************

I was not even thinking about it, but had been rubbing my cock steadily as I watched her cum. Rubbing my cock as I blew on her wet pussy. MY little Sara. "Like that," I said. No answer.

I had unclasped the top of my jeans, didn't even realize I had done it, the head of my cock was poking out. Noticing I began to rub on the head of my cock, felt myself leaking and rubbing the pre-cum around the tip. Pushing down, ohhhh god, how I ached. 

I stood back up and began to take my pants and underwear off. "You still hungry Sara?" 

I couldn't stand it. She could hear the fabric and she was moving her body around, tugging at the cuffs, watching me as I undressed. I walked around so she could see my cock, pulling my jeans down my legs, stepping out and squatted down letting my length poke up between my legs, sticking straight out of a dark tangle of hair. My thighs were bare, I was barefoot. Only a T shirt on.

Her eyes were wide. She was still recovering from her orgasm and her hands were splayed out, her cheeks mottled. Her eyes didn't even look like they could focus. She was holding her mouth open, licking her lower lip.

I opened the little door and she met my eyes.

"Jason, no. I don't think......"

And I was moving myself toward the opening, letting my cock hang right in front of her, touching her lips with my cock. Touching this little drip of cum leaking from my tip to her lips, drawing away a thin strand. She was turning her head one way and another. I was following her mouth as she moved.

"Let me feed you, touching her face with my cock. Sara......Sara."

She was holding her head still now and letting me slide my cock along her lips, letting my pre-cum lubricate her lips so that I could slide along her mouth leaving shiny trails on her chin and her cheeks and on her lips. When.....she opened her mouth, just the tiniest bit. I pressed and felt myself slide right inside, felt her open, her lips close around the head of my cock. I tipped my hip back and forward and felt her open herself up, popping myself into her and then taking it out again, as she began sucking on my cock.

"Hungry, little girl."

She continued sucking, holding to me now, her tongue swirling the underside of my cock. Her body undulating inside the cage, I continued to fuck her mouth as her ass lifted and fell, as her belly turned low and her back arched high. As she moved her knees and squeezed her thighs, as she pushed her pussy hard into the back bars, rubbing her cunt against the metal. I could hear her moaning, as I filled her. 

"Should I cum in your mouth, or...."

"Do you want a facial?" 

She shook her head no. 

I simply said, "I still might."

She looked at me, an upward look with her eyes, complete submission. Her arms forward, held in place. She was mine and she knew it. I'd let her drink me though. Be good.

She was sucking on me harder, letting me press back deep into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. And bobbing her head in rhythm with my thrusts. I loved the way her lips looked and her dark eyes when she was looking up at me now, sucking on me. I was grasping her hair and hodling her to me, her soft moans vibrating into my penis, her tongue working along my whole length. The hairs of my cock touching her nose.

I began quviering against her and could feel my cum rise, moving her on me as I wanted. "I'm cumming. Oh my god.." Bucking into her, she was holding to me, ready and then I sprayed into her. She was sucking hard, holding to me, worrying I would pull out spray my spunk all over her. I let her drink and drink and drink.

"Fuuck, you just don't...so good." Oh god, I leaned back onto my knees, and when next I could see, come back to my senses, she was still swirling the cum in her mouth a little before swallowing. I breathed out, "You fucking slut."

She was looking at me now, and her voice was low, eyeing my cock, my belly, "Jason, I don't care. Jason. I have to cum, right now. You have to....make me cum." 

I was watching her grind her ass against the back of the cage, held there by the harnesses. Her voice was so hungry, her body so delicious. She could not even pleasure herself, touch herself.

I was watching her squirm, saying my name "Jason." Pulling at the cuffs.

And.....

Leaving my pants and underwear beside that little cage, I rose up, "You have to wait. Just a sec," and I walked out of the room.

***************

I could still hear her as I sat on the sofa in just my T shirt, settling back into the cushions looking at my cock. Disbelief, her voice again. 

"Jason."

"Jason come on!"

"This isn't funny. Let me out."

"Jason. Don't you fucking touch me."

"Jason Please."

And, "Motherfucker." It was no more than fifteen minutes, but she was mad. I padded back into the kitchen and she was, "You motherfucker. Let me out, goddammit."

I never heard her like that. Wild.

I leaned by the cage and reached in began to pet her again. Her hands were like claws reaching out, trying to move. I began to run my hand over her body, touch her everywhere. Along her back, her shoulders, her arms, her tummy, brushing my fingers over the hairs of her pussy, cup my hand between her legs, up the inside of her thighs. She was moving and swearing, but softening too. "Don't fucking touch me." Even as I could feel her body press into me.

"Calm down, I was looking for this," I lied. I knew right where it was. She paused and it was a simple device really, two small cream colored plastic eggs with vibrators in them. 

"What is that?" I turned the switch on and you could hear them buzz. She was like, "Oh Jason, no, this has gotten......"

I went in back of her and finding her delicious little anus, pressed one then the other up inside her and then turned the vibrators on all the way. I had another reason for waiting, I was painfully hard again. This time I was going to cum in this delicious little animals cunt.

"Taming my little bitch. I want a ride now."

She was moaning, "Oh my fucking God." Writhing from the vibration of those little eggs which were pushed up inside her. Tipping her ass up and down, you couldn't even hear them. Just her moans, undulations and whimpers inside the cage. My little slut. 

While she squirmed to the invisible vibrations, I was cupping her pussy with my hand, holding my hand to her and pushing my thumb up through her wet center, parting her lips, opening her up wide and wet. Being rough with her. And stroking her belly from between her legs and then sliding my fingers over her mound, all the way up to her ass.

She was so soaking sopping wet. I pressed my thumb deep up into her cunt. Deep inside her and held my fingers over her clit, and as I held myself there let her move on my hand. She quickly understood what I was doing and began grinding herself down hard and hungry, began sliding long strokes into my hand. Drawing her clit in circles around my fingers, I held them hard against her, digging in. I loved feeling her move, and pressed my fingers deep into her clit, finger fucking her hard, god I loved the feel of her loose flesh. The smooth lining of her little cunny, I could slide into her so easily. 

The whole time cooing out to her, "Want this? Want to cum. Want me to make you cum? Want me inside you. You little fucking slut." 

"Oh fucking god," I could feel her body light up. "Yes. Oh god Let me cum, let me, oh....." She was so wild now, moving and I could feel her tensing, watching her just about orgasm, and let go right away as she was reaching back, stopped by the bars.  

"Jason, Oh Jason. Please." I didn't want her to cum yet. She was so close. She was near tears. I thought time would slow HER down as well. I looked at the clock, she'd been in this thing for over an hour.

And so the next touch she felt was my cock, touching my tip to her lightly, and sliding it along her pussy, sliding my head along its whole length touching her from the top of her anus down over her vagina and slipping between those delicious lips and digging into her clit from behind. I rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, then back again just dipping the head of my cock into her in passing over her creaming cunt. 

When I first touched her like that it looked like all the air went out of her, it looked like she had touched the sweetest thing ever in the world. It was like her body softened all at once, and she simply felt me there, and I could feel her move, guiding me, trying to feel me inside, and letting me stroke her touch her, do anything. 

I asked, "You want me to fuck you, fuck you till you cum."

"Oh god, I......"

"Say it."

"Fuck me."

I took my cock away. "Oh Jason, No. let me feel you."

"I'm going to fuck my little bitch."

"Oh god, Jason, Fuck me. Yes.....Fuck."

And I touched myself to her, began to press. Let the head of my cock squeeze into her, the juices bubbling around the head of my cock. Watching it press inside. I could smell her, her pink cunny making my cock shiny with her cum. I could feel the warmth of her body envelope my cock as I slid tight right into her. Oh god she felt so deliciously tight. 

"Are you my little bitch? Say it."

"Oh, god. Yes. I'm your bitch. Fuck." I pressed deep into her. "Fuck. Fuck me.....Fuck.....me......Fuck me." And with each time she said those words I was thrusting my whole length into her, it felt so good as I held myself to her. 

She moaned out these long cries, and hung down off her arms. She lay so her face was pressed down at the bottom of the cage. Her body utterly surrendered. Utterly given in, her ass held up in the air. Now, for the first time, I could do anything to her, and I fucked her hard, until her body was convulsing beneath me. I wanted to fuck her forever, to stay in her forever. 

I reached in through the bars and held her clit, pressed my sticky fingers into her hard. I turned off those little eggs and tugged the wire. This deep guttural moan as I tugged and one then other popped right out, touching her the whole time. 

When she felt my finger there she was opening her legs as wide as she could, let herself hang off the leather harness, I could see the leather biting into her legs. It had to hurt. And each thrust pushed her away from the bars and she would snap back against me and hold herself there and grind her clit in my hand. I could feel her trembling pushing hard, literally shaking her cunny over my hand. Until her whole body went tight and she thrashed in the cage, I could feel her tighten on my cock and I began to turn my hips and thrust inside her, feeling my cum. And I came, filled her, streams of cum filling her the second time I had filled her, tight and horny in this cage. Filling her body, hot and wet, utter abandon, feeling the friction of my spunk as it lined the walls of her cunt. Feeling myself slap into her as we fucked.

I held my hand over her clit, held myself to her, my cock softening inside her body. She was still drawing little circles there and I felt her cum one more time, one small last little orgasm as she laid inside the cage. The orgasm created one last squeeze of her cunny and I was pressed right outside of her. I dropped back on my knees and looked at her. She didn't move.

***********

"Sara?"

I slid myself to the side of the cage leaving a trail of cum on the floor, and I lay my hand on her back. She lay there breathing softly. Her top was up over her breasts, tuned a little on her side. Had she fallen asleep? I let my hand roam over her body, realizing this moment could never be repeated in my life. That I may never touch her again, that everything could change. That nothing would. I had access unfettered access and I didn't want to stop. I let my hands slide up over her hips between her legs and felt her open cum soaked pussy, her hairs matted against her skin, hot and moist. I thought about how the body changes after sex.

Submission.

I rubbed her tummy and felt it quiver under my touch.

"Sara?"

Slight sigh, soft breaths.

I squeezed her breasts. I had a fantasy now of being able to walk up to her and touch her, reach inside her clothes any time I wanted. To have her come home and sit on the sofa and without resistence let my hands wander inside her clotehes, press into her cunt. 

To lift her skirt, push my cock up into her, deep inside, as she simply lay flat on her stomach and read her books while I gently fuck her, her head bobbing up and down as she's lying on the sofa. Letting me do anything to her.

And right now, every inch of her, her hair, warmth, heat, sticky wetness. Softness, flesh and bone was mine. She was mine. And she was reveling in that surrender.

I opened the door and she lifted her head. For a moment she looked just like an animal who has been locked in a cage for a very long time. There is that moment, that moment of fear. Of not wanting to leave. The boundaries being set in stone and metal, and flesh and bone. Sometimes stone and metal sets the better boundary, we certainly fear leaving our cage of flesh and bone. And we looked at one another through the open door.

When creatures who would otherwise kill each other, are safe on each side of the bars. When, then the door opens. She lifted her head, I could see her eyes focus. Exposed to me, door open. She didn't smile, her hair sticking to her cheeks. I went to the back of the cage and undid the harnesses on her thighs and could see how they had cut into her. 

A mark, these lines of cuts into her legs. Sex like this SHOULD leave a mark I thought. 

She was holding her ass to the bars, her cunny still completely exposed to me, I began pressing my hand over her cunt again, wanting to touch her one last time. But feeling her move this time, move away. I continued to rub between her legs, feeling the folds of her pussy lips yield and then she stopped moving, pulled her legs open a little. For me. Yielding one last time. I pushed my fingers up into her, rubbing her wet, open, soft little cunny. Watching her body as I touched her. Smelling us, I could feel my cock steffening again as I touched her. The hair of her cunt, touching up between her legs, watching her move, feeling her slide against my hand, hold her legs open to me. I wanted to lay her in a soft bed, cover her with soft sheets and lay on her, open her, feel her body, skin to skin. I wanted to fuck her again. Finding her clit and pushing into her, pressing my fingers up inside. Before.....

she was closing her thighs again, turning herself, moving away. I let go. Feeling the moment pass, it was over.....

***************

I released her wrists, watching her small hands, this ridiculous kennel that our parents bought from ebay. She held her wrists, turned onto her front and tugged herself out of the cage. 

My pet, now Sara again.

I watched her crawl out on her knees, stand up, hold her hands to her tummy, adjust her skirt, pull down her top, pull hair out of her eyes, wipe her mouth.

I watched her panties, which had been sticking at one knee fall down to her ankles and catch as she stepped. She looking down and then laughing, put her hand to her chin. 

And stepping out of the little pink pile of fabric, padded out of the kitchen, barefoot, leaving them there.

For me. I sat down.

A kennel, my pants and a pair of panties. 

The smell of sex in the air. 

In that moment, were the only signs of what we had done.

*

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The Kennels



When Kate and Brad had seen the house, the cellar had been the selling point. When looking around the house they had opened a heavy door and gone down a flight of stairs into a typical looking basement, apart from the fact that just behind the stairs there was a heavy barred door and a few steps behind this door what could only be described as a jail cell. The cell was about 10 foot square, solid stonewalls on three sides and bars at the front, and the ceiling was an old heavy brick arch. 

Kate had walked in first. She pushed open the heavy barred door and walked down three steps into the sunken cell. She walked over to the far side and looked up to a small barred window in the far wall. 

"Wow!" she cried, "a real cell, imagine the possibilities!"

Brad followed her into the cell, at once feeling a sense of helplessness as he looked up to the solid brick roof.

The estate agent stayed outside the cell, "The previous owners had this security installed to protect a valuable wine collection," she explained. 

Once the agent had walked back up to the main house, Kate ran back up the three stairs until she was outside of the cell and pushed the heavy door closed behind her with a surprisingly loud clang.

"You're my prisoner now!" she giggled. 

Brad walked over to the bars and due to the height difference between the inside and outside of the cell found his head level with his partner's waist. "Nice legs, sexy" he smiled as he reached his hand through the bars and up the back of Kate's thighs, underneath her skirt. 

Two months later and the house was theirs. After having drunk a glass of champagne in the empty main bedroom, Kate ran downstairs to the basement, followed a little more slowly by Brad. When he arrived at the cell he found her standing outside with the door open and a large padlock in her hand. 

"Let's give it a try!" she giggled as she took his hand and led him inside and down the stairs. Giselle-like, she jumped back up the three stairs, outside of the cell and closed the door behind her. It took her a moment to slide the padlock in place, behind the heavy metal cover designed to stop the lock being cut off, but it delayed the inevitable by only a few moments. The padlock clicked shut and Kate withdrew the key.

She stood close up against the bars just above where Brad was standing. Her flowery skirt barely reaching half way to her knees.

"How does that feel?" she purred as she reached through the bars for his hands that she then placed on her butt.

She was a sexy woman, but right now from this angle and from behind the heavy steel bars she looked even better. She turned around, pulled her skirt up and pushed her black silk knicker clad butt into Brad's face. She let her skirt fall back down enclosing his head inside. She waited a few moments more until he was really turned on before walked away, leaving his face push hard up against the bars. 

"I've some unpacking to do" she smiled as she walked away from the cell. She stopped at the second barred door at the bottom of the stairs that led back up to the ground floor, swung it shut and locked it with another padlock. There were now two locked barred doors between him and her butt. He watched in disbelief as her cute butt disappeared up to the ground floor.

"Kate, babe, come back" he called hopefully as he started to pull pathetically at the locked cell door. He heard the heavy wooden door at the top of stair shut with a jingle of keys that almost certainly meant that Kate had further sealed his fate by locking that door too. A couple of seconds later, the lights went out leaving him in near darkness.

Kate had released him an hour on so later, but that had been the first of a number of times the basement had played a part in their games and lovemaking. 

***

It was May, and Kate had arranged a girl's holiday with friends from university. Kate raised it one evening. "Why don't you spend the week that I'm away in the cell?"

Brad laughed, and then returned to the paper. 

"No I mean it, it'll be a challenge and you'll really be able to say that you've done time!" she purred. 

Brad quickly thought for some good reasons why he couldn't do this. 

"What about showering and the toilet?" Brad asked, 

"There is water and drainage in there already" she replied. 

"What about food, or what about if I get sick?" he continued. "No problem, I'll ask Emma to call by each day" Kate replied. 

He thought about this. Emma was stunning, with a fantastic figure, the idea of spending some time in her custody might be fun.

"And I've already asked her and she's on for it" Kate continued persuasively.

Brad thought some more. Some time with Emma and anyway it wouldn't take long for both of them to get bored and for Emma to let him out. It started to look interesting.

Saturday

It was Saturday morning and things were ready. The cell was prepared with water, a few clothes and necessary toiletries, Emma had arrived and most importantly she looked fantastic in short white cotton shorts and top. Brad willingly walked into the cell and watched as Kate closed and locked the barred door. 

Kate unzipped a small pocket on the back of her jeans and dropped the key inside, not that there was much room in her figure hugging jeans that appeared to love her pert butt as much as he did. Kate zipped up the pocket and tapped herself on the butt, "That key will be very safe inside there" she smiled.

Brad looked concerned, "But Emma will have a spare for safety?" he checked.

"No honey" Kate purred, "I have the only key to the cell. Emma will have the key to the second barred door, the door leading down into the cellar and the house front door, just in case you are thinking of escaping".

The girls laughed. Brad didn't, how could he talk Emma into letting him out if she didn't have the key. A week in the cell really would mean a week in the cell! Shit!

A taxi tooted and Kate kissed Brad before running back up the stairs. Emma stood the other side of the bars holding a bunch of keys. 

"This should be interesting" Emma said as she looked around the cell and also at the selection of cuffs and other toys lined up just outside. 

"I thought you would have a key to this door" Brad said looking toward the heavy barred door that stood between him and any hope of freedom.

Emma smiled, "Yes I know. But I don't. Kate was insistent that that key stayed with her. Maybe she doesn't trust us."

Emma looked stunning and those tight white shorts were to die for. Her accent was a touch upper class, but he didn't mind, in fact in a way it was sexy. But sexy or not, there wasn't much Brad could do from behind the heavy bars. 

Brad's thoughts were still with the white shorts as Emma blew him a kiss and walked back outside the second barred door. She closed it behind her and stood there for a moment as she worked out how the padlock worked and used it to secure the second door closed. 

"You don't need to bother with that" Brad said dejectedly, "I've no hope in getting out of this cell".

"I know" Emma smiled, "but I quite like the idea that I've got you under lock and key as well". And she obviously liked it a lot because she then climbed the stairs back to the ground floor and deadlocked the door at the top of the stairs as well. 

The jingle of keys finally ended and all was quiet in the basement. And it stayed that way until Saturday evening, when Emma rushed back down to the basement, unlocked the outer barred down and came over to the cell. She was on her way out with friends and was wearing the sexiest little black dress that Brad had ever seen. 

He looked up at her from where he was sitting on the cell floor and from where he also could see that her skimpy black panties were also very sexy. 

"You look great" Brad said honestly.

"Thanks" she smiled, "big night out on the town"

"Can I join you?" he asked ironically. 

"Sure, let's go!" she teased, as she threw a small loaf of bread and block on cheese down into the cell. 

"Sorry, had no time to cook" she smiled as she grabbed her keys and ran back out in her high heels, making sure to lock the doors as she went.

This whole experience was getting painful for Brad. He sat on the stone floor eating dry bread and thinking of the countless guys who were no doubt trying to chat Emma up. He couldn't blame them, he would be doing the same if he hadn't let Kate lock him up. Shit!

***

Sunday. Brad had to wait until almost noon the next day for his jailer to return. The white shorts were back, and this time they had brought him coffee and croissant. They talked, and Brad was relieved to hear that she hadn't met anyone interesting the night before. She was pleased to see her captive without his shirt on. "Nice abs" she smiled as she admired his toned body. 

When he looked up from his coffee Emma was holding up a pair of handcuffs she'd chosen from the array of toys. 

"Maybe you could demonstrate how these work for me?" she smiled".

"Do I have a choice?" he asked.

"Not unless you want to go on a strict diet for the rest of the week" she giggled. 

Brad reached his hands through the bars, cleverly putting them both through the same gap in the bars. 

"No, hands either side of this bar" she corrected, wise to his trick.

It took her a while to work out how the cuffs worked but she learnt quickly and soon she had tightly locked and double locked them around his wrists. She then squeezed the keys into the front pocked of her shorts. 

His wrists were locked to the bottom of the bars, which meant that he had to kneel. Together with the height difference between the inside and outside of the cell, the result was that her long tanned legs towered above him. 

"Until this evening then" she smiled down at him.

"What! You need to unlock these cuffs first" he said rather alarmed.

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"Because, because" was all he could manage. 

"As I thought," she giggled, "have a nice day."

The cell had water, books and a bed. Now that she had cuffed him to the bars he couldn't reach any of these 'luxuries'. He looked at the hinged cuffs that she'd locked on his wrists. He looked around for something that he might be able to use to pick the locks, but there was nothing. He poured the remains of his coffee over his wrists and tried to slip them out. It worked in the movies; but it soon became evident that Emma had locked the cuffs tighter than the regular movie baddie. An hour later and with very sore wrists Brad finally got the message. 

Brad was awoken from his daydream by a rattle of keys in his ear. He opened his eyes and saw two shapely legs crouching down right in front of him. 

"Silly me, I left these in my pocket when I left this morning" she giggled as she jingled the handcuff keys in front of his face.

"That's fine, it didn't inconvenience me" he replied. 

"Oh good" she giggled. 

She sat down crossed legged on the floor in front of him, her short summer dress lying easily over her legs. From where he was he could see right up her skirt less than a meter away from him the other side of the bars. He was trying hard not to look up her skirt. She knew, and she was going to enjoy this.

"Let's play cards" Emma smiled as she started to shuffle a pack. She dealt the cards on the floor just in front of her crossed legs.

"Is it too much to asked you to let me out of these cuffs first?" he asked.

"Yes" she smiled as she took the keys and dropped them between her breasts. 

Emma won the first hand and picked up the winning cards and rested them inside her skirt up against her thigh. 

Emma saw him watching her. "You looked up her skirt, too bad, you lose" she giggled. 

"Arrh" Brad exclaimed, part laugh, part cry. 

Emma started laughing too.

"This is impossible" he complained. 

"I'm sorry" she laughed, "I know how you feel about me and I just couldn't resist teasing you."

"Please, please, please take these cuffs off" he begged.

She retrieved the key and slowly took off the double locks and opened the cuffs. He rubbed his red sore wrists. 

Emma then produced a bottle of wine and two glasses, filled then both and passed one through the bars to Brad. 

"This must be better than the average prison" she smiled.

"You're certainly better looking than the average prison guard" he replied.

Two hours and a bottle of wine later Emma picked up the handcuffs again and asked, "Have you ever spent a night handcuffed to these bars?"

"No why?" he replied.

"It could be fun" she smiled.

He could see where this was going, "Why would it be fun to spend the night kneeling on this hard floor with my hands chained up when I could be asleep in a bed?

"Because it would be me that locked you up and it will be me looking after the keys" she purred as she ran the key up and down the inside of her thigh.

"I don't see it" he insisted.

"But you haven't tried it yet"

"But I won't sleep a wink"

"I'll lock your ankles together as well if you prefer" she giggled.

"Not really"

"Just handcuffs it is then" she concluded.

"Hey, I haven't agreed to that"

"Its not really your decision"

"Its my wrists"

Emma reached through the bars and took hold of one of his hands, "Just let me handcuff you for five minutes".

"I'm not falling for that" he insisted, although knowing that the way she looked right now she probably could make him do pretty much anything she wanted.

She crouched down and pulled Brad's head up to the bars and kissed him on the lips. While she kissed him she reached down and secured the cuffs around one wrist and then the other. With his wrists secured, she turned her attention back to his lips.

"Wow!" she said as they finally parted. Staying right by the bars, she stood up, pushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and started to play with the keys. He looked up, looking right up her skirt. His eyes moved up her legs and fixed on her black panties. So beautiful, but yet so out of reach; she was the ultimate tease and she knew it.

"Five minutes are almost up" he reminded her, jangling with shackled wrists.

"Five minutes?"

"You promised"

"Did I, silly me, I don't remember"

Emma crouch down to inspect the cuffs, "They are quite tight" she smiled.

"Please don't leave them on all night" he begged. 

She looked into his eyes and smiled as she saw real concern. "Please do it for me" she whispered as she kissed him again".

His emotions were now all over the place and he didn't know what to think.

"It been a lovely evening" she finally said as she stood up, picked up the empty wine bottle and glasses and walked out, locking the doors as she left. After she locked the final door she flicked a switch plunging the basement into darkness.

The night passed slowly for Brad. His knees, his back, his wrists hurt. He kept changing positions trying to ease the pain. By the morning he felt terrible. His body hurt, he was tired, dehydrated and couldn't stop himself fantasizing about his captress.

***

Monday. A small amount of light was coming in through the tiny barred window was the only way he could tell it was morning. It had certainly been the longest night of his life. He finally heard footsteps on the floor above him. The lights came back on, keys jangled in locks and finally she walked in wearing blue jeans that totally hugged her figured. 

"Good morning, did you sleep well" she smiled as she deliberately turned around to show off her jeans. 

"No" he replied, "Did you?"

"Yes" she smiled.

"Please take these cuffs off" he begged.

"I'm sure you don't mean that" she smiled as turned her back to him and patted the back pocket of her jeans, "I think the keys are very happy in here, don't you".

He had to agree that if he was a key, the back pocket of Emma's jeans would be a nice place to be.

"And I'm not sure I can get them out, these jeans are a bit to tight.

"This is so frustrating" he admitted.

"I know," she giggled.

With the cuffs still locked on, she crouched down and started to feed him the coffee and croissants that she had brought with her. After breakfast and another ten minutes of begging later, she finally unlocked the cuffs and released Brad back into the relative freedom of his cell. They chatted some more and then she left, of course locking all the doors as she went.

Emma returned early that evening with food and more wine. They talked some more and made out as best they could through the bars. Brad ran his hands over her toned body, up her legs and under her short skirt. 

"Umm" she purred, "if I had the key to your cell, I might even be tempted to let you out. Buy, hey I don't and anyway there're a few more things I still like to try while you're locked up. And at least I can be sure that you're not going to say no" she giggled.

Emma turned her attention back to the rack of toys. "Kate insisted that I use some of these to make for a proper incarceration experience and to keep things interesting for you" she smiled.

She then turned back, paused a little embarrassed, "There is one thing that I've always wanted to try and right now you are the perfect guinea pig."

"OK?" Brad said hesitantly.

"I've always wanted to gag someone with my knickers" she smiled.

"I won't be much good at kissing with your panties in my mouth"

"That's OK, they'll be plenty of time for kissing afterwards.

The thought of putting her knickers in Brad's mouth had been turning Emma on all day. She'd been wriggling around, feeling her knickers underneath her jeans and thinking of how those same knickers would be stuffed into his mouth.

Emma took a chain from the array of toys and padlocked it around Brad's waist. She then padlocked the handcuffs to the back of the chain and then proceeded to lock and double lock the cuffs around Brad's wrists. His wrists were now securely locked behind his back.

"Good, that'll keep your hands nicely out of the way" she smiled as she reached under her skirt and started to pull her knickers down her long tanned legs. "

Open wide" she purred as she stuffed the back silk into Brad's mouth. She made sure his mouth was closed before wrapping duct tape around and round his head until the bottom half of his head was completely mummified.

He tried to tell her that she'd done enough tapping, but "mmmmm" was all that he could say.

She was enjoying this, "You do know where those knickers have been all day, don't you?" she asked. "Wrapped around my butt, and inside my tight jeans. And there wasn't much ventilation in there" she giggled. She pulled a white pair of knickers from her handbag and started to put them on, "Just preparing tomorrow's gag" she joked.

"Well given that I can't talk to you or kiss you then I guess I may as well leave" she smiled.

"Mmmmm!" he tried again, this time with more desperation. Surely she wasn't going to leave him like this all night. But she had already reached the outer barred door and was busy padlocking it shut, and a few moments later she was gone.

Brad pulled at the cuffs, although he knew from experience that once Emma had locked you in cuffs that there was very little you could do until she decided to let you go. He rubbed his face against the wall in an attempt to remove the duct tape, but that didn't work either. He was determined that he wouldn't be spending the night with her panties in his mouth, although it soon became clear that he would.

He lay down on the bed and before he knew it he was asleep.

***

Tuesday. Brad was woken by the sound of Emma running her keys along the bars of the cell. He struggled to his feet, which was easier said that done with hands cuffed behind his back. 

"Good morning" she smiled.

She was wearing her white cotton shorts and top and looked fantastic. He looked and felt terrible. His mouth was parched, her knickers having soaked up ever last drop of moisture. His jaw ached. His arms and shoulders ached from the cuffs and his wrists were cut from his failed attempts to get free.




The Kennels



"You look good" she giggled. 

"Mmmm" he mumbled back.

"I've brought you some breakfast" she smiled as she put a bag on the floor in front of him.

"Mmmmm" he said again.

"Oh silly me, I left my panties in your mouth" Emma giggled as she beckoned him over towards the bars of the cell. She ripped the tape from his mouth with one quick pull and he quickly spat her underwear out onto the floor.

"Ouch, that was really uncomfortable" Brad complained.

"Shame" Emma smiled back, "you look so good with my panties in your mouth."

Brad rattled his hands that were still manacled behind his back, "Any chance of you letting me out of these?" he asked politely. 

Emma smiled, "Why don't you see if you can get out of them on your own."

"I can't" he replied exasperatedly, "I've been trying to do that all night!"

Emma giggled. Brad was usually very cool and Emma loved to see him flustered. 

"OK" she finally relented, "come over here."

A quick turn of her key and he was free of the cuffs. They sat down and ate breakfast together, either side of the bars. 

"I really did like seeing you gagged with my underwear" the blonde repeated, "it was fun knowing that they were stopping you saying a single word. I think we'll do that every night from now."

"No way" Brad replied, "please!"

"Kiss my feet" Kate suddenly ordered.

Brad obeyed immediately.

"That was nice," she purred after a few minutes.

"Thanks, so no more gagging then, "Brad asked.

Emma giggled, "Wrong. Kissing my feet was sweet but it won't get you out of your nightly sojourn with my panties."

Brad spent Tuesday in relative freedom. He read books, slept and generally recovered from the night before. However that evening Emma returned with other plans.

She walked over to the cell carrying a large heavy box inside which was a steel mask that was designed to totally enclose someone's head. There were small holes by the mouth and nose to keep its victim alive. It opened on hinges at the back and locked at the front with two padlocks, one around the neck and one roughly by the victim's nose.

Her skirts seemed to Brad to get shorter by the day. This one was pink, flared and barely covered her butt. From where Brad was slumped on the floor on the cell, he could see everything. She crouched down next to him, deliberately leaving her legs slightly apart.

"Have you ever been locked inside one of these?" Emma asked as she unlocked the padlocks and opened the mask.

Brad looked concerned, "No" he replied. How could such a sweet woman have such an evil mind.

"Well tonight's your lucky night" Emma giggled as she passed the mask through the bars and padlocked the top of it to one of the horizontal cell bars. The mask hung in the air a few feet from the cell floor.

"Guess where your head goes" Emma purred.

Brad sat down with his back against the bars and slowly positioned his head inside the open mask. Emma reached through the bars to close the mask and then locked it with the two padlocks. 

Inside Brad couldn't see, smell, or barely hear anything, it was eerie. A few minutes later Emma unlocked the padlocks and let him out.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"That's scary" Brad replied, "It's as if the world has stopped and you don't exist. You really feel helpless."

Emma giggled, "Wow, that is quite something coming from a guy whose been locked up in a cell for half a week."

Brad continued, "It really felt as though my life depended on those keys to let me out."

Emma was smiling, "I know and I'll have those keys."

The two friends ate dinner together and talked until almost midnight. Brad knew he would be talking no more when Emma stood up, reached under her dress and started to pull down her black silk knickers. 

"I guess that's all for tonight" he replied.

"You guessed right" she purred. 

Emma slowly pushed her knickers into his mouth and taped them in place. Brad duly sat down with his head inside the mask. Emma closed it, locked it and pocketed the keys. And that was all Brad saw until morning. Emma walked back home without her underwear thinking all the time about Brad and what she would do with him next.

Wednesday

Brad had no idea what time it was when he heard foot steps and keys jangling. The sensatory deprivation had left him totally disorientated. Emma sat down with her legs through the bars, one either side of Brad's neck. She tapped on the steel mask.

"Can you hear me in there?"

The warm soft feel of Kate thighs felt lovely around his neck after a night surrounded by cold hard steel. He ran his hands up and down her legs. She enjoyed the feel of his hands and sat there tightening her grip around his neck. 

"Shame you haven't got the keys for these padlocks" she purred as she played with them in her hands. 

The padlock keys were in the back pocket of Emma's white shorts and she could feel them underneath her as she sat on the hard floor. She then saw a small piece of wire that Brad had unsuccessfully used to try and escape from some cuffs earlier in the week. She reached for the wire and put it into Brad's hand.

"I'm going to leave you in that mask until lunchtime" she announced, "but to give you a chance I'll give you ten minutes to try and pick the locks with this wire."

Brad was desperate to get out of the mask, which was starting to play with his mind, and quickly inserted the wire into the padlock to tried to force the lock. The wire was sharp and as he couldn't see he kept cutting himself.

Emma sat there with the mask between her legs smiling as she saw how desperate he was to pick the locks.

"How're you doing?" Emma asked.

Another five minutes and the padlocks were still firmly locked. Emma pulled the keys out of her pocket and ran them up and down her legs.

"You're running out of time" she warned.

Emma had had her fun, she picked up the instructions that had come with the padlocks and read out the selling material about how the security features. On hearing this, Brad dropped the wire on the floor, "You bitch" he wanted to say had he not had a mouth full of her underwear.

Emma giggle, "It was so cute seeing you try to get out" she purred as she tucked the keys safely back inside her pocket.

It wasn't until Emma returned at lunchtime that she finally unlocked the padlocks and let Brad out of the mask. Brad seemed totally disorientated and it took a few minutes until he spoke.

"You bitch" he finally said.

"Come here" she ordered.

She reached through the bars and pulled him closer to kiss him. Despite the ordeal she'd put him through he kissed her back.

Wednesday evening she returned with some food. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress and was beautifully made up.

"You look amazing" he said.

"Thanks, posh cocktail party with the firm of lawyers that has offered me a job" she replied.

"I can't believe you're going to be a lawyer" he replied.

"Why not?"

"Maybe a jailer would be more appropriate" he suggested.

"I can do more than lock people up you know" she replied.

"I'm sure you can, but you do it so well"

Emma laughed, "Yes, you are certainly getting to see my cruel, sadistic side this week."

Emma then produced from her handbag the one thing that Brad had been dreading, a chastity tube.

"I'm sure you know what this is" she smiled.

"Yes, I know" he replied.

As instructed he pulled down his trousers and let the blonde fit the device around his balls and dick. It was a tight fit. He watched as she produced a padlock, slipped it in place and padlocked him in.

"Does it feel nice?" she asked.

"Tight" he replied.

"It's suppose to, silly," she giggled as she slowly and deliberately dropped the small key between her breasts.

"This bra is pretty tight" she explained, "Hopefully it'll hold the key in place. Otherwise your cock will stay behind bars at least until Kate returns." 

Brad looked at Emma, she looked so good with the tight dress hugging her perfect figure. 

"I'll be back later to check on you and of course to pop these in your mouth" Emma purred as she ran her hands around her butt.

***

Thursday. Brad woke up with hands chained behind his back, gagged with Emma's panties and still wearing the chastity tube. He struggled to his feet and walked over to the bars. There was no sign of his captor and so he sat down on the floor and waited, there wasn't much else he could do.

She didn't arrive until almost midday. She unlocked the outer barred door and strolled in wearing her jeans and top. 

"What a party" she exclaimed.

"Mmmmm" he replied.

Emma continued to describe the party and the people she'd met, almost forgetting that Brad was still gagged. 

Finally she remembered and pulled off the tape and also unlocked his wrists. The two had breakfast together and Emma explained that she was going away for a couple of days. She would be back on Saturday and would pick Kate up at the airport on the way back.

"That'll be 48 hours all on your own, I hope you won't miss me too much" she smiled.

Brad was actually relieved. While he loved spending time with her, some of the restraints she was using on him hurt.

Emma left enough food by the bars for the next two days.

"Can you unlock the chastity tube before you go?" he asked.

"Why, are you going to be having sex before Saturday?" she asked.

"No"

"Well then I may as well leave it on" she replied.

"But what if I want to .." he left the sentence unfinished.

"Want to what?" she smiled.

He could see that she was enjoying this. She patted her pocket to try and find the key, finally locating it in her back pocket. She handed him the key.

"Of course, if you want me to keep you in chastity for the next two days you can always put the key back in my pocket," and she turned around so that her denim clad butt was resting against the bars.

She looked so sexy that his head spun. He ran his hands up and down her jeans before pushing the key right inside her back pocket. She immediately turned around, knelt down and kissed him.

Saturday morning as usual Brad heard keys rattling and Emma's footsteps on the stairs leading down to the cellar. However this time he also heard female voice and laughing. As the outer barred down was unlocked he saw both Emma and Kate.

"Hi honey, how are you" Brad said.

Kate ran over and kissed him through the bars, "It great to see you again" she smiled.

"How was your holiday?" he asked.

"Fantastic, how was your week?"

"An experience" he replied.

"You look great" Brad said as he looked at his girlfriend's tanned body.

"Thanks" she smiled, "you look pretty good yourself, considering."

Kate tapped the back pocket of her jeans, "I've brought you a present" she giggled as she unzipped her pocket and pulled out the key. "A whole week under my lock and key" Kate purred as she slipped the key into the keyhole and unlocked the cell door.

She swung the door open and ran into the cell to hug her boyfriend again. 

"You may need this" Emma smiled as she handed Kate the key to the chastity tube through the bars. Kate took it and quickly unlocked her boyfriend.

Emma watched on, "Maybe I should give you some privacy" she giggled.

"Thanks" Kate said as she continued to kiss Brad.

Emma paused as she was walking out, "Would you like me to make sure you're not interrupted?" she asked as she started to pull the cell door closed. 

"Yeah, why not?" Kate replied as she lay down on top of Brad on the small metal bed. They were both fully engrossed as Emma locked them in the cell and walked back up to the house. She sat in their kitchen drinking a cup of tea and playing with the key in her hands. She was feeling jealous of Kate and Brad's 'kinky' lifestyle.

A good half an hour later Kate and Brad were lying on the bed together.

"I can't believe that we've let someone else lock us both in here" Kate said.

"She's probably robbing us as we speak" Brad joked, now quite accustomed to being under Emma's lock and key.

Emma finally returned and unlocked the cell. Kate was the first to walk out at which point Emma quickly swung the door closed and locked it before Brad had a chance to react. By the time he had, the door was locked and the key was in the pocket of Emma's very short denim shorts.

"Hey, I've done my time" Brad complained, "Kate, tell her to let me out!"

Kate looked around and smiled, "Umm, it seems to me that Emma's done a good job of keeping you out of trouble so far, so maybe another day won't hurt."

"What!" Brad replied.

Kate walked over to the bars and kissed Brad, "OK Em, I've got to go to town today, so he's yours for another day if you want, tonight though, he's mine."

Kate kissed Brad again and left the cellar. 

"You bitch!" Brad said to Emma.

"Hey, Kate's entrusted you to my care today, so I thought we could have a little more fun." 

Brad was starting to fear his increasingly sadistic captor.

As instructed, and almost out of habit, Brad did as he was told and let Emma padlock a high security chain around his wrists and then around his waist so that his hands were held tightly in the small of his back. She then took another high security chain and padlocked it around one ankle, and then the other ankle with only a couple of inches of play between them.

Brad watched helplessly as the padlock keys slipped into the back pocket of her shorts. However now Emma also had the key to the cell. She walked over to the cell down, unlocked it, walked inside and locked it behind her.

Emma was athletic, slim and shorter than he was, but his restraints meant that he was helpless against her. She walked over to him and he shuffled backwards away from her. She sat down on the bed and watched as he shuffled over to the door and tried to reach the key, which was still in the lock, with his chained hands. Emma watched as he finally managed to turn the key by using his mouth. She followed him as he shuffled up the steps and towards the steps leading up from the cellar. 

"Where are you going?" Emma asked

"I'm finally getting free" Brad replied.

"How are you going to get out of those chains?" she asked. "You'll certainly attract attention walking down the street like that. And anyway, I don't think your local locksmith will be able to do much against those padlocks."

He stopped and thought.

Emma tapped the back pocket of her shorts, "I have the keys right here" she purred, "maybe you ought to stay with me?"

He knew he had no choice and slowly and reluctantly hobbled back into the cell. 

Emma looked at him; bare top showing a well toned upper body and jeans. She had fancied him all week and the fact that he was locked in the cell was as much a frustration for her as it had been for him. Now was her chance, probably her only chance.

She followed him inside the cell, threw her arms around his neck and started to kiss him. Initially he tried to resist, but he was a guy and she was stunning and soon his natural instincts took over. She pulled down his jeans and pushed him backwards on the bed. With Brad still securely chained, they made love time after time.

Brad looked over to where Emma's shorts were lying on the other side of the cell. He could see the padlock keys sticking out but with hands still chained and with Emma's naked body lying on top of him there was no way he could reach them.

"I've been wanting to do that all week," Emma purred.

"Do you often make love to men in chains?" he asked.

"No, but I may start" she giggled.

"Have I now earned my freedom?"

"That was really good" Emma smiled, "but I want to do one last thing to you."

"Will I be able to get out from it?"

"No" she smiled.

Emma then laid Brad on the floor of the cell and sat astride him. She first brought his feet up to his back and padlocked the chain around his feet to the chain around his waist so that he was hog chained.

She then took all of the pairs of handcuffs and leg irons that were outside the cell and locked them tightly around his already chained hands and feet. She then took the chastity tube and padlocked it tightly in place. 

"How does that feel?" she asked while still sitting on his chest. In this position she couldn't resist sliding a little further forward so that she was sitting on his face. She used his nose to bring her to orgasm for one final time before stuffing her panties into his mouth and tapping them in place. He knew the taste well. 

She slid her shorts back on before standing above him, one foot either side of his head. 

"What a lot of keys" she smiled as she jangled a large key ring. "I'm going to lock you in the steel mask and then leave you locked up in the cell for the rest of the day. I'll drop the keys around to Kate this evening and then she can do with you whatever she chooses. And all the fun this week can be our little secret.

And so Emma padlocked him inside the mask and left him locked in the cell. The keys made a bit of a bulge in her back pocket as she walked down the road, but nobody would guess what they belonged to. That evening she gave the keys to Kate and that was the end of that.

***

Kate never knew what Brad and Emma had got up to that week and certainly didn't know that they'd made out together. Brad, however, knew all too clearly what had happened and couldn't stop thinking about it and dropping comments into conversations with Kate. 

"That week really had an effect on you," Kate remarked.

Brad thought for a moment, "A week is a long time, to be locked up, particularly under the care of someone as sadistic as Emma."

Kate thought about asking what Emma had done to him that week, but thought better of it. She had entrusted her boyfriend into Emma's care and so she couldn't really object to anything that the blonde had done to him. However that said, whatever it was she'd done to him had made a lasting impression.

Kate smiled to herself, there was one very easy way to find out what Emma was like, and that was to take part herself. 

"Why don't we ask Emma to play jailer again, but this time with both of us in the cell?" Kate asked one evening.

"That's probably not a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I don't know what she might do, given another chance."

"Then let's find out together," Kate smiled.

Saturday Morning

With all parties in agreement, the next weekend they entrusted themselves into Emma's care. Emma was dressed ready for work in a white blouse, mid-thigh length black skirt, stockings and high heels; she looked stunning. She stood and watched as Brad and Kate walked down the few steps into the cell. She swung the door closed behind them and secured it with the padlock.

Kate was more apprehensive that she'd thought she would be. She had always thought of Emma as a friend, an equal. The two women were both attractive and intelligent, and had at times been mistaken for sisters, but now with the bars separating them Emma took on a whole new sense of power and indeed beauty.

Brad had experienced this feeling before, and the sense of helplessness was familiar. Because the cell was set three feet down, Emma appeared to tower over the inmates, only adding to her presence.

They had agreed that Emma could do anything to them as long as it caused no permanent damaged and the more interesting the better.

"Are you guys sure that you're OK with this, you know the power I have over you?" Emma checked one last time. Kate and Brad both nodded.

"Good, because I'm going to give the key to the cell door to a girlfriend who will be overseas for the weekend, that way there will be no cheating."

Emma left them and returned twenty minutes later, "OK as we speak the cell key is tucked inside a cute little brunette's pocket and will very soon be 30,000 feet somewhere above France. There's no way you're getting out until she returns, so we may as well have a little fun."




The Kennels



Emma instructed Kate to turn around and then used hinged handcuffs to lock her hands together behind her back. Kate stood there in her tight denim shorts, hands cuffed behind her, feeling slightly nervous about what lay in store. Brad walked over to her and kissed his girlfriend, "They suit you," he smiled. 

Brad had little time to enjoy the situation though, as a few moments later he became Emma's second victim with his hands also cuffed behind his back. Kate then instructed them both to kneel facing the bars and then used bicycle 'D' locks to lock each of their necks to the cell bars. Emma giving Brad her usual cute little smile as she turned and removed the key.

Given the high difference inside and outside of the cell, Brad and Kate's heads were only just above floor level outside of the cell. Kate looked across nervously to Brad, they'd only been in the cell for twenty minutes and already they were immobile and very vulnerable.

Emma walked slowly back and forth, her high heels almost touching their faces as she went. Kate admired Emma's shoes for a moment, until her eyes moved up the blonde's legs that towered above her. Brad didn't notice the shoes, his eyes focused solely on Emma's legs and cute little knicker-clad butt above.

Emma stopped walking, "Now you both have your necks locked to the bars by maximum security bike locks, the sort that even the fire service would have difficulty freeing you from. So, who would like to earn a chance to be unlocked?" 

There was no reply; Kate and Brad were still acclimatizing to their newfound captivity.

Emma proceeded to sit down crossed-legged in front of where Brad was chained. She wriggled forward until her feet were touching the bars and only an inch from Brad's face. 

"Kiss my feet!" she purred.

Kate watched on as Brad worked his lips around Emma's feet. It was strange seeing her boyfriend subservient to another woman, but she reminded herself that Emma's inclusion had been her idea and so she had to live with the consequences. 

Emma then uncrossed her legs and slid them through the bars so that Brad's head was between her knees. Kate instinctively reacted, but the 'D' lock held her firmly in place. Emma looked around, "Your turn next," she smiled.

Kate watched as Emma instructed Brad to kiss first her knees and then her inner thighs working further and further up her legs and deeper and deeper into her crotch. Kate didn't like this at all and again struggled against her restraints. 

As instructed, Brad's lips were now massaging the front of Emma's underwear and his head was hidden from view inside the blonde's skirt. 

"That's all for now," Emma smiled as she leaned back and ran her hands through her long hair. 

Brad tried to withdraw his head, but Emma's thighs still gripped him tightly. He pulled as best he could with his hands still cuffed behind his back but with no success. Emma looked down and giggled as Brad struggled. After a few more minutes of amusement, Emma reached behind her for a bunch of keys and proceeded to unlock the bike lock around Brad's neck and the cuffs from his wrists. The final thing to be released was her thighs' vice like grip around his neck.

Emma then turned her attentions to Kate.

"Now you've seen what it takes earn some freedom," she smiled at Kate, "Time for you to kiss my feet!"

Kate thought for a moment and then made the fatale mistake of shaking her head.

"Last chance," Emma warned.

Kate looked at Emma's feet, she wanted to kiss them and submit, but it felt odd. She'd submitted to Brad often enough, often with her locked in the cell, but with a woman it was different. Kate was still thinking about what to do when Emma's high heels stepped away from her.

"Too late, Katey" she said as she picked up the keys and walked away from the cell.

"I want to!" Kate called.

"Want to what?" Emma replied.

"Kiss your feet!"

"Oh good," the blonde smiled, "I'll be back at lunchtime".

Kate started to struggle against her restraints with little effect as Emma climbed the stairs and left the cellar. Brad walked over to her and put his arms around his manacled girlfriend, "Don't say no to Emma," he advised.

Kate spent the morning chained up and immobile with her feelings towards Emma swinging from anger to infatuation. Brad lay on the small cell bed reading a book feeling sorry for partner, but that was a lesson she had to learn.



***

Noon on Saturday. Emma's high heels clicked back down the stair and over to the cell. Kate watched her every move, desperate not to do anything to annoy her. She watched as Emma picked up the female chastity belt from the array of toys and passed it through the bars to Brad. 

"Can you lock this on your girl?" she asked Brad.

"Shit, " he thought, he'd hoped that Emma would keep chastity to a minimum but knew better than to complain.

He knelt down and unbuttoned Kate's denim shorts and black silk panties and eased them down to her knees. He wrapped the steel belt tightly around her waist and locked it with the padlock. He then passed the rest of it down between Kate's legs and was about to lock it back on to the belt at the back.

"A little tighter," Emma ordered.

Brad obeyed and the steel covering Kate's vagina pushed further and tighter into place. 

"Better," Emma smiled as she handed him the second padlock.

Brad pulled Kate's shorts back up completely hiding the steel device. Emma crouched down and unlocked Kate's neck and hands and watched as Kate sore legs struggled to stand up.

"These are the keys to the chastity belt," Emma teased, waving them in front of Kate.

Emma then pulled up her already short skirt and slowly tucked the keys inside the crotch of her black knickers. She then pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it with her hands. 

It felt weird having a woman lock her into chastity, particularly when the key was in another woman's crotch. She didn't know whether to attack her or bow before her, but fortunately for Kate she did neither.

The afternoon passed slowly. Brad was alone with his sexy girlfriend, but there was little they could do. They had spent the first hour trying to pick the padlocks or somehow slide the belt off but soon realized that that would never happen. 

Kate struggled to control her frustration. Other times in chastity she would amuse herself by begging Brad for the key, which usually didn't take long. Or if worst came to worst she could find pliers or a hacksaw. Or even go to a locksmith. Now she could do nothing. She couldn't get herself out of the belt even if her life depended on it. And to make matters worst Emma didn't return that day.

Emma breezed in at 9.30am on Sunday morning wearing denim shorts and t-shirt. 

"Morning lovers," she smiled as she placed coffee and muffins on the floor by the bars. 

Kate was still pissed off.

"Here you go," Emma smiled as she threw over two keys.

"You're a bitch."

"Just playing the part, honey."

"A little too well," Kate complained as she pulled down her shorts and unlocked herself from the belt. 

The three of them sat in silence eating breakfast. Emma had become increasingly jealous of Kate and her relationship with Brad. Kate was starting to suspect that Emma was after her guy and was desperate to stop Emma using her control over them both to win him over. Brad was just hungry.

Kate and Brad both washed using the small shower in the cell. Emma then called them over to the bars and asked Kate to remove her shorts and underwear.

"Super glue," Emma announced as she held out a small tube. While the last thing she wanted to do was to keep Brad and Kate together, she was relying on the concept that too much of a good thing leaves you wanting less.

Emma reached through the bars and put superglue on Brad's face; strategically positioned on his forehead, chin and both cheeks. She then told Brad to lie face up on the floor. She then instructed Kate to sit on his face facing down his body. Kate obeyed immediately, desperate not to suffer more punishment than necessary at Emma's hand.

Emma looked up after putting the glue back in her bag to see Kate sitting squarely on top of Brad's face.

"Make sure he can breathe," Emma called.

Kate looked down and realized that her naked butt was covering both Brad's nose and mouth. She tried to stand up but the glue was already holding them fast. She tried to slip her fingers between her butt and Brad's face to ease the two apart but it was too late. Brad was now in need of air and also started to try to pull them apart. Kate lay over on to her side to take excess pressure of Brad's mouth. 

Emma looked on with concern. She had bought some glue dissolver, but that was still in her flat, and there wasn't anything else she could do without the key to the cell door. This was certainly not how she'd planned it.

After a few more seconds Brad found that by pulling on Kate's butt in a certain way he could just get a little air into the corner of his mouth. He held Kate's butt like this for a few moments while he caught his breath. 

"It's OK I can breath," Brad finally said in barely audible muffled voice. 

Both girls were equally relived.

"Why did you sit right over his nose and mouth?" Emma asked Kate accusingly.

"You told me to," the embarrassed brunette replied.

"You could have suffocated him with your butt."

"It was your idea."

"Yeah but poor guy, his nose is right up your butt," Emma continued with her criticism

Kate lay there embarrassed and angry, she had done as instructed and now she was being accused of almost killing her boyfriend. 

"I'm OK" Brad tried to say. He tried to say something else; Kate couldn't hear it but knew he was saying something because his lips tickled her butt.

"I'll leave you two to play," Emma finally said, pleased that she'd had the opportunity to accuse her rival of almost killing him.

Brad lay there amazed at Emma's ingenuity. Take one cute butt, a few drops of glue and Emma had created an amazing new brand of bondage. He couldn't see anything, couldn't smell anything (other than the obvious with his nose between her butt cheeks), he could barely talk and would have great difficulty moving. Bondage and sensory deprivation in one.

"I'm sorry," Kate said.

"Not your fault," he replied.

"Anything I can do for you?"

"Not break wind," Brad joked.

Kate gave only a half smile, she knew that she'd already done that.

Working together Kate managed to stand up and walk with Brad still attached to her backside over to the cell bed where they both lay down in relative comfort. Conversation was difficult and so Kate read her book.

It was noon and two hours since Emma had glued them together. 

"Do you want some lunch?" Kate asked without thinking.

"And how exactly?" Brad mumbled back.

Kate ate and carried on reading. It was now 2pm, four hours since they were joined. They managed to maneuver themselves to the cell's toilet and both were able to wee without too much drama. They then moved to the small shower at the back of the cell and both stripped off. Kate stood there with hot water rolling down her back, from the waist up she looked like any other woman taking a shower. But further down and behind her, a muscular guy was attached to her butt. 

On a few occasions, the water running down her back filled Brad's small airway and he spluttered for breath. Each time Kate moved away from the water to give him back some air. They had thought the water might ease the glue's bond but whatever brand Emma had chosen was definitely waterproof.

It was 4pm before Emma returned. She smiled as she saw Brad's face still buried in his girlfriend's butt, that glue really was good stuff.

"Six hours, you're doing well," she said as she pulled a small bottle of glue dissolver from her handbag. She passed it through the bars and Kate started to rub it in to where her butt and Brad's face joined. It wasn't a quick process and it took over an hour before they were separated. 

Brad blinked as the light hit his eyes. He got to his feet and Kate immediately hugged him. Emma looked on jealously; far from Brad being pissed off with Kate for gluing her butt quite so squarely to face, it seemed that the two of them were closer for having survived the ordeal.

Emma brought out some food and left saying she had a party to go to, although in reality she just went home.

***

Monday. Emma returned to the cell with breakfast. As usual she looked fantastic wearing a mid-thigh length blue summery dress. Her usual sexy smile had been replaced with a more determined look. After they had eaten, Emma instructed Kate to cuff Brad's feet together and padlock the cuff chain to one of the hooks that were fixed to the far wall of the cell. 

Following instructions, Kate then handcuffed Brad and then using a chain and padlocks secured the handcuffs to the bars at the front of the cell, so that Brad was lying on his back with his arms and legs stretched out as far as they would comfortably go.  

"Double lock the cuffs and then give me the key," Emma instructed.

Kate slowly engaged the double locks, "Are you sure I can't keep this key?" Kate asked playfully as she tucked it into the back pocket of her denim shorts.

"I don't think so honey," Emma replied with a harder edge to her smile.

Kate reluctantly gave the key back to the blonde who threaded it back on to her large bunch of keys.

"I'm going to collect the cell key, I'll be back at midday," Emma said as she blew them (mainly Brad) a kiss.

Kate draped herself over her chained up boyfriend and started to kiss him.

"Well I like you like this," she smiled, "I can do anything I want to you."

"Well I'm not stopping you," he smiled back.

They made out as best they could on the hard stone floor.

Kate looked at the cuffs, "Mmmm it feels strange not being able to unlock you," she purred as she ran her thighs across his chest.

"Are you sure you don't have a handcuff key tucked somewhere in your pocket, you usually do?"

"Not this time, all the keys are with our blonde mistress."

As promised Emma returned at midday. Again following Emma's instructions, Kate cuffed her own feet and chained them to the back of the cell and then handcuffed her hands to the bars at the front of the cell so that she was also lying on her back, stretched out across the cell.

"Good," Emma purred as she took out a large complicated key and unlocked the padlock on the cell door. She walked down the steps into the cell and over to her two manacles prisoners.

She walked in her high-heeled shoes around her two captives, holding a pair of steel mitts.

"Who wants to wear these?" she asked.

Kate looked away, desperate not to catch Emma's eye. She liked most restraints but not the mitts as without use of her hands she felt incredibly helpless. But unfortunately for her Emma knew this. 

Emma knelt down above Kate's head to that Kate could look right up her dress. Kate looked away. Emma placed the first mitt by Kate's left hand and closed it in place and then did the same for her right hand.

"I've left the keys to these two padlocks at my dance studio," Emma purred as she looped the padlocks into place, "I assume they'll get handed in as lost property, but maybe not."

"Please no," Kate begged.

"Umm, what would you do to stop me clicking those padlocks closed?"

"Anything," Kate quickly replied.

Emma sat astride Kate's chest and started to pull up her dress so that Kate could she her white knickers. The blonde started to edge forward until Kate's head was between her thighs.

"Kiss me there," Emma purred pointing to her inner thigh.

Emma's thighs looked huge from where she was lying. Smooth, tanned, soft, perfumed, but still intimidating. She gave her leg a quick peck.

"Good," Emma smiled as she edged further forward so that her she was now sitting on the bottom of Kate's face.

"Kiss me here," Emma purred pointing to her white underwear.

Kate screwed her face up and tried to look away. 

"Bad luck," Emma giggled as she reached forward and snapped shut the padlocked in the steel mitts.

"You bitch!" Kate cried.

Emma looked pissed off, she wanted Kate to completely submit to her, that way she'd have a much better chance of taking Brad. But Kate continued to resist.

"If you don't want to look at my panties then you're not going to look at anything!" she said as she walked back outside and returned with the solid steel head cage.

"Please no!" Kate begged again.

Emma positioned the head cage around Kate's head. It had been specially designed with thick padding all around to block out all sound and light. There was only one small pipe at the front that went into the mouth to allow the prisoner to breath. 

Kate knew that once inside the head cage she would have lost all control. 

"One million different combinations," Emma announced holding up a heavy combination padlock, "I hope I don't have a blonde moment and forget the code," she smiled.

Emma knelt with her knees either side of Kate's head with Kate's dress engulfing her head and the cage. Poor Kate, the last thing she saw before it all went dark was Emma's crotch. She heard the padlock being slid into place and snapped closed. From then on she only had her imagination to keep her company.

"Em she hates that, you've got to let her out," Brad said.

"When will you leave her, Brad?" the blonde asked as she sat astride his manacled body and kissed him.

"I can't," he replied.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both."

Emma was already unbuttoning Brad's jeans and starting to make out. The restraints meant that Brad couldn't resist, although at that moment he wasn't sure whether he'd resist even if he could. 

After they had made love they chatted for a while with Emma using Kate's head cage as a seat. With the agreed deadline of Monday evening fast approaching, Emma reluctantly unlocked Brad's cuffs. 

"Given what you've put us through this weekend, I think we'll keep you in the cell next time," Brad said as he started to unlock Kate's cuffs. 

Emma just smiled.

"What's the combination for Kate's head cage?" he asked.

"Oh, I've forgotten," the blonde replied.

Brad grabbed Emma, pulled her to the floor and sat astride her.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"Oooo, I like this," she giggled as she slid forward so that her head was between his thighs, "would you like me to kiss you?" she offered.

Brad and Emma stuck a deal, in return for the combination Brad agreed to lock Emma in the cell the following weekend. Done. It would be interesting.