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A BONDAGE SERIAL


DesMios


Published by Fiction4All (Silver Moon Books imprint) at Smashwords


Copyright 2019 DesMios


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Author’s Note: All characters in the adult fiction story are at least 18 years of age.


Chapter 1 - Introduction


Part i. Barbara


As usual, Barbara was quite excited by the time she and Frank arrived at the big house where the party was being held. It was the dildo that did it, pushed deep inside her cunt and held there by the tight rubber panties — she could feel its length and thickness whenever she moved! But tonight was a little different than usual, because this time Frank had fastened the belt of the pants with a tiny padlock, ignoring her protests and saying with a grin, "You'll just have to hold your bladder until we get home, won't you? Let me know when you get desperate."

Their hosts (a couple who were casual friends) greeted them and introduced them to a few other guests, then left them to greet some new arrivals. Barbara couldn't help wondering what all these people would think if they knew what she was wearing under her casual skirt and top. It was always like this with strangers (and with friends, for that matter) — wondering what they would think, wondering whether any of them had similar interests, and wishing it were easier to mention the subject of bondage and loving slavery.

While she and Frank chatted and drank and danced with new acquaintances, Barbara thought about their private fantasies and 'kinky' games. They were both turned on by bondage and 'Master/slave' games, and these played a large part in their marriage (although not exclusively); Frank was the 'Master', and Barbara loved being his 'slave', especially when he dressed her in the rubber clothing he liked so much or used their quite elaborate leather harnesses and bondage gear to restrain her and then whip her gently or stimulate her into one orgasm after another.

These thoughts were in the back of her mind much of the time, even when talking or dancing, and the tight feeling of the dildo inside her only served to remind her of them constantly. Occasionally she caught Frank's eye with that special look of theirs, and she knew that his thoughts were running along similar lines. But, in spite of this, Barbara was still able to keep up her usual sparkling chatter with whomever she was conversing — and, being a very attractive woman as well (blond with a slim figure, shapely legs and small but beautifully firm breasts), she always seemed to attract her share of men at parties like this.

This particular evening one man spent a lot of time with her, and she felt quite flattered by his attention. His name was Des — he was in his thirties (like she and Frank) and was of average build and had dark wavy hair and brown eyes — and he was very polite and even deferential to Barbara as they chatted. He was very quick to refill her glass and fetch things for her to nibble; in fact, she began to enjoy the way he seemed to jump to satisfy her smallest request.

Des lived alone, and somehow the conversation got around to housework. Barbara mentioned with some heat how much she hated it, and she was a little surprised when Des replied quite quietly, "I don't mind doing my share of the housework — maybe even a bit more than my share." She'd never heard a man say anything like that before; and, as she said lightly, "I could use a servant like you then!", the back of her mind changed 'servant' to 'slave' and she began to wonder.... Just then, someone interrupted and a moment later the thought left her.

Some time later she was dancing with Frank when he said, "I was in the 'loo' just now, darling..." — then, with a grin, "By the way, how's your bladder?"

Barbara smiled sweetly. "I'm surviving," she said. "But you were saying about the loo?"

"Oh yes!" continued Frank. "There was a guy in there wearing — would you believe? — a kind of harness with rings around the shaft of his cock!"

"You're kidding!" retorted Barbara.

"Cross my heart!" Frank insisted. "Maybe he and his wife are into bondage, too!"

"Which guy was it?" asked Barbara, catching his excitement.

Frank looked around the room. "Over there," he said, the dark-haired guy beside the fireplace." Barbara looked, and her heart began thumping — it was Des! Her earlier chat with him came flooding back to her mind, now with all sorts of hidden meanings she hadn't suspected then.

"Darling," she said in great excitement, "please don't ask me now, but I talked to that guy for quite a while, and I'd like to invite him to dinner, OK? Then please let's go home — I'll tell you all about it in the car!"


Part ii. Frank


Three days later Frank was waiting for their new acquaintance to arrive, and wondering whether Barbara's feelings had been correct or not. She was making last-minute preparations in the kitchen, and Frank found himself remembering her intense excitement on the way home from the party....

She'd been sure that Des was a 'submissive' and, the more she talked about it, the more she seemed to like the idea of being a 'Mistress' sometimes, with a male slave to command. Frank himself had found the idea more and more exciting, too, and had readily agreed to use this dinner to find out how Des really felt. He loved Barbara very much, and would help her to get anything she wanted.

His reliving of that evening continued, and he felt his cock begin to swell inside his trousers. They'd both been more excited than usual when they got home, and Barbara had willingly submitted when he'd announced that "since you brought me home before you were really desperate, you'll have to punished, wench!" In no time he'd stripped her to her rubber pants, tied her face up over the kitchen table, attached a vibrator to the loops at the crotch of the pants and turned it on!

Stripping off his own clothes, he'd inserted his rapidly hardening prick into Barbara's inverted mouth as her head hung over the table's edge. Then he'd concentrated on her boobs, whose prominent nipples were already growing erect — he'd massaged them, sucked, pinched and gently bit them, and tied cord around them until they stood up and begged to be whipped, which he'd done with the flat of a ruler. The stimulation of the vibrator, plus the erotic bondage and tit torment, had brought his captive to three shuddering climaxes before he'd allowed himself to come; because Barbara's head was upside down, he'd withdrawn his cock from her mouth just before it shot its fluid all over her tits and belly....

Frank's day-dream was interrupted by the sound of a car, and he looked around the living room to ensure that everything was ready for their guest, before going to the door to greet him. Showing Des into the room, Frank fixed him a drink and chatted for a while, then excused himself with "I think Barbara may need a hand — would you mind amusing yourself for a few minutes? Have a look at these magazines if you like."

Frank found Barbara at the other door into the living room, as pre-arranged; she had it open just a crack, and was peering in to watch Des. It was a bit sneaky, they'd admitted when planning it, but they badly wanted to see Des' reaction on finding the bondage magazines they'd plated amongst the others!

They didn't have to wait long. Des' eyes widened when he saw the cover of the first one (which featured an almost naked girl suspended by her ankles). They watched for a few more minutes, then Barbara slipped quietly into the room and said brightly, "Hello, Des — sorry to leave you alone. But I see you found our interesting reading matter...

"If I'm not being too personal, I wondered how you might like the idea of becoming a slave like that!"


Part iii. Des


When Des saw the bondage magazines, he was surprised but not at all offended. Barbara's guess about him had been perfectly correct — he'd been interested in the submissive side of bondage and discipline for a number of years. For a time, he'd lived with a woman as her slave, but they'd split a few years previously; since then, it had become almost a habit to wear his padlocked cock-ring and to make subtly suggestive conversation with any woman he fancied as a prospective Mistress.

For a moment he wondered if his hosts would prefer to keep their interests private. But, noticing that there was more than one bondage magazine in the pile and remembering Frank's rather pointed suggestion that he look at them, he decided that this was unlikely. He hadn't felt any strong positive response from Barbara at the party, but now his attraction to her as a likely Mistress came back to him and it seemed that his hopes just might be fulfilled.

His cock began to harden within the confines of its harness as he started to leaf through the magazine. His pulse really quickened when he came upon a superb full-page photo of a leather-clad Mistress wielding a whip over a naked shackled male slave. He was so fascinated that he was unaware of Barbara's presence until she spoke.

"Oh hi, Barbara," he replied after recovering from his momentary surprise. "You're very direct; but yes, I would be interested — so long as I knew a bit about the conditions you're proposing."

Barbara laughed, and Des sensed that it was a reaction of relief and pleasure rather than amusement. "Fair enough," she said. "Let's have dinner, and Frank and I will tell you more about ourselves."

Two hours later, Des found himself stark naked (except for his cock-harness) as Barbara pulled his underpants off over his feet. Following their animated conversation over dinner, during which Frank and especially Barbara outlined what sort of slave and slavery they had in mind and listened with interest to Des' descriptions of his own interests, he had willingly submitted to an "inspection of the prospective slave"! He was ordered to strip to his underpants, then Frank locked handcuffs on his wrists and drew his arms high above his head.

"I've been itching to do this all evening!" grinned Barbara as she revealed his rampant organ, purple and swollen in its tight harness. She fingered the harness in fascination: it consisted of three metal rings around the shaft of Des' prick and another at the base behind his balls, joined together by flexible spring-steel strips and fastened by a tiny padlock which nestled behind his balls.

"I'm sorry," Des apologized. "I deliberately don't carry the key with me. In fact, at the moment it's locked away until the day after tomorrow by a time-lock!"

"Not to worry," smiled Barbara. "I like it — and I hope to have plenty of other opportunities to see your cock without it. As for tonight, there are lots of things we can do with you, despite your harness... aren't there, Frank?"

By the time they released him, Des certainly had to agree with her. She and Frank showed great inventiveness in tying their prospective slave in various ways and inflicting other 'tortures' on him. He was spreadeagled, bent backwards over a stool, and forced to bend over a table to allow his bum to be whipped; and not only his buttocks, but other parts of his naked body were whipped with a variety of implements (to gauge his tolerance to pain and discomfort).

They made him kneel and crawl and prostrate himself at their feet, and so on... and so on.... And when he — kneeling with his wrists tied to his ankles, and bent back as Barbara straddled his head and flicked at his naked belly and thighs (and cock!) with a thin whip — finally demonstrated his skill with his tongue and lips on Barbara's clean-shaven pussy, it was deeply symbolic of his submission as Barbara's and Frank's new slave!

Des got home at four in the morning. Three weeks later, he moved into the spare bedroom in the home of his new 'owners’.


Chapter 2 - Home Life


Part i. Barbara


Barbara mused over her incredible luck as she watched her slave busily vacuuming the carpet, while she lounged in an armchair with a cup of coffee in her hand and a novel on her lap. Des was naked (as he spent nearly all of his time), his ankles were joined by twelve inches of chain, the handcuffs holding his wrists together were attached to the cleaner's hose, and he was pulling the wheeled cleaner around by means of another chain attached to the ring around his cock and balls. He also wore a large ball-gag — he'd been a little cheeky that morning!

Her slave had been with them for about a month now, and Barbara was loving the lazy life she was leading — with Des doing virtually all of the housework. He had plenty of time to do it: he augmented a small income (from property he owned) with a little free-lance journalism and writing — only about fifteen hours of work a week, and most of it could be done at home (usually shackled naked to his word-processor, in fact!) When he had to go out, for interviews or to see an editor, Barbara always locked the harness tightly on his cock before allowing him to dress... "as an incentive to come home!" she told him.

Not that he needed the incentive, she was certain: he gave every indication of loving his slavery, willingly doing the chores he was ordered to, submitting to quite a lot of stringent bondage and some discipline (even if he hadn't misbehaved!), and performing personal duties for her very satisfactorily! In fact, she had her own personal slave for most of the day, five days a week, and naturally she could hardly believe her luck.

Most mornings, Des was expected to get up early (except when he spent the night in bondage — usually about twice a week) and serve breakfast in bed to his Master and Mistress; it was a marvellous luxury to be woken and immediately to be served freshly-squeezed juice and hot coffee and toast, and by a naked, shackled slave to boot! Des would then be given his first orders for the day, either to go lock himself to his word-processor and do some writing, or to start on some other chore.

Frank would get up and leave for work soon afterwards, but Barbara would only get up when she felt like it — sometimes quite late. Then she might check on her slave — not that this was necessary, because she knew he would be exactly where she had ordered. He always had to padlock himself to one of the many strategically-placed rings before he started whatever chore she gave him, so he would still be there when she came, even if he'd finished some time ago.

This particular morning, Des had been working at his writing for about four hours before Barbara eventually checked on him. She'd looked at his work and commented, "I thought you'd have got more done by now, slave," and his answer had been a little impertinent. The ball-gag was the result, and he would be wearing it for the rest of the day... and Barbara had a few other plans for the day, as well!

Her slave finished his chore, and came to stand in front of his Mistress, dragging the cleaner behind him. She made him wait for ten minutes or so, while she finished the chapter in her book, then unlocked the chain from the cleaner and told Des to put it away and return immediately. When he did so, the unattached chain dangling noisily from his cock, Barbara gave him some practice at obeying the single-word and 'gesture-only' commands that she and Frank had made up for him to learn.

After an hour or so of walking, kneeling, crawling, standing, and so on, he was panting a little and his nude body was damp with sweat. Taking the free end of the chain, Barbara led her captive out to the 'bondage room' that took up half of their double garage. "You've earned some punishment," she told him, "for not working well enough this morning, and for some mistakes in your training just now. But I'm going to be nice, and give you a choice of what it'll be...."

From the options she listed, Des chose the thin cane on the insides of his thighs; soon Barbara had him tightly bound face up on a narrow bench, with his arms pulled down to each side and his legs stretched up and very wide apart. She took up a position so that he could see her framed by the vee of his legs, then gave him four strokes on each thigh, not hard but not too gently either. Her aim was steadily improving, as was her ability to judge just how much Des could tolerate, and today she succeeded in extracting a couple of very satisfactory grunts and winces from him.

Barbara was discovering that she was enjoying her 'Mistress' role even more than she'd expected; right now, she was getting very horny, watching her prisoner's reactions to the cane cutting sharply into the tender flesh of his thighs. Freeing Des' wrists and stripping off her housecoat, she positioned herself so that his nose could nuzzle at her pussy while his hands caressed her tits with their large nipples. As her pleasure mounted, she wondered excitedly whether Frank was planning anything interesting for that evening.


Part ii. Frank


As Frank drove into the garage later that afternoon, his head full of plans, he too thought how lucky he and Barbara had been to meet Des. He could see how much Barbara was enjoying having a slave to herself for much of the time, and he himself was getting a lot of fun out of being the overall Master and having two slaves at his command in the evenings and at weekends. Des was clearly enjoying himself too, and Frank sometimes found himself wondering how he might enjoy sharing Des' slavery to Barbara... but at the moment he liked things the way they were. Not least of the benefits was the extra time that Barbara had for cooking, with Des doing all the other chores; her meals were getting better and better all the time!

After relaxing for a while with a drink, Frank sat down with Barbara to a particularly delicious dinner. Sometimes Des was permitted to join them at the table, but this evening Barbara had decided to make him serve the meal, his wrists and ankles shackled by short chains; he had to eat his own dinner in the kitchen. While they ate, they chatted about the day and about the guests they'd invited to dinner the following evening... and suddenly Frank had an idea! "Why don't we make Des serve dinner to all of us tomorrow?" he said excitedly. "I'm sure David and Jean won't be too shocked. He could wear the tight rubber pants underneath that frilly apron of yours."

Barbara agreed enthusiastically and, when they suggested it to Des, he said that he was willing. He'd long ago told them that he had no hang-ups about revealing his interest in slavery to other people, so long as they wouldn't be too shocked or offended. The rest of the meal passed quickly as they discussed the details.

"OK," said Frank when dinner was over. "It sounds as if you had some fun with our slave today; now it's my turn. Get him started on the dishes, then go and put on your harness and collar and come back here."

"Yes Master," said Barbara, slipping easily into her slave-girl role. In a few minutes she was back, naked except for the leather harness.

For a short while Frank just stared appreciatively at the way it pushed her lovely breasts into firm prominence and how its crotch-strap disappeared between the lips of her shaved pussy. Using a short strap to tie Barbara's wrists behind her back to the harness straps, Frank made her stand in front of him with her legs apart, and spent some time kissing, sucking, biting and pinching her large nipples and caressing her crotch and bum-cheeks, with occasional pinches and slaps. She was getting pretty horny — so was he, for that matter! — by the time he decided to include his other slave in the fun.

He clipped a leash to Barbara's collar and led her out to the bondage room, where he fastened the other end of the leash to a convenient ring ("Now don't go away!" he teased) before returning to the kitchen. Des had finished the dishes and was waiting, as Frank knew he would be, the chain from his cock-ring securely padlocked to the ring under the sink; Barbara had left the keys conveniently on the bench, but well out of Des' reach.

"Your Mistress will be getting some discipline herself tonight, slave," said Frank, "so you'll have to wear this, won't you?" 'This' was a blindfold — Frank and Barbara had decided very early that it wouldn't be 'proper' for Barbara's slave to see his Mistress being punished — and for good measure Frank added a large ball-gag, despite Des' protests that he'd worn it for most of the day already.

Before returning to his slave-girl, Frank stripped and put on the rubber corset that he (and Barbara) liked so much; it covered his torso but left his crotch free. He had plans to put both of his slaves to work on his own pleasure later! As he led his blind and dumb captive into the bondage room, he saw Barbara's eyes light up with anticipation of what might be coming.

The first thing to come was a tight helmet for Barbara's head; she complained a little as Frank fastened it, but it did her no good. "I think we'll warm up those lovely boobs of yours first, slave-girl," said Frank. "Now, how shall we tie you for it? Aha, I have an idea!"

Before long, he'd bound Des' naked body face up on the narrow bench, arms and legs pulled tightly downwards, and then he ordered Barbara to climb up and lie on top of their slave with her head pointing towards his feet. Frank fastened Barbara's wrists down towards Des' ankles, and then went to do likewise to her legs, which she was waving about in the air. But the sight of her wantonly displayed crotch, with the strap pressing deeply between her cunt lips, was too much for him; in a moment he had the strap undone and, spreading her legs widely with his hands, he plunged his erect organ deep into her slit.

"Just a quickie before we get properly started," he grinned as he began to make long thrusts in her tight love-tunnel. He could feel his balls dragging back and forth across Des' face, and wondered whether Des realized exactly what was happening. His climax came quickly — he didn't want Barbara to come just yet — and was very pleasant; but, as he withdrew his cock, he knew he would have little trouble getting it up again later. As he fastened Barbara's ankles down towards Des' wrists, some semen began to dribble from her cunt; so he quickly removed Des' gag and adjusted Barbara's bondage, ordering Des to use his tongue to clean his Mistress. "She's just been fucked, slave; pity you aren't allowed to see!" he teased.

Now he took the small multi-thonged whip form its hook on the wall and took aim at Barbara's upthrust and totally defenceless tits. This combination, of Des' busy tongue lapping at her hot and wet pussy and the light but stinging bite of Frank's whip on her sensitive boobs, gave Barbara an orgasm long before Frank had finished the fifteen or so strokes he gave each tit. He let her rest for a few minutes while he made another adjustment — in the shape of a double-ended penis-gag for Des, one end deep in his mouth and the other protruding from his face like an overgrown tongue.

Next, he released Barbara's wrists and ankles and made her turn over, then inserted the protruding end of the gag into her still-wet cunt and bound her on top of Des so that his large cock was squeezed between her smarting tits. Taking a large paddle, Frank began to use it on his slave-girl's exposed buttocks; as her hips jerked with each stroke, Des' dildo-gag moved in and out of her cunt. It must be quite strange for Des, thought Frank, to hear and feel the crack of the paddle on the smooth flesh only inches from his face, without being able to see a thing.

After twenty or so strokes — and another climax — Barbara's bum was a bright shade of red, so Frank released her and allowed her to sit (gingerly!) on a chair while he untied Des. "When was the last time we let Des here bring himself off?" Frank asked Barbara when he saw the size of Des' swollen organ, twitching with arousal.

"About a week ago, I think, Master," she replied with a grin, watching how eagerly Des was listening. Their slave was allowed intercourse only infrequently, but a little more often he was permitted to masturbate for the amusement of his Mistress and Master.

"And do you think he deserves another reward tonight?" asked Frank.

"W-e-l-l..." Barbara hesitated, keeping Des in suspense. "I don't really think so... but it might be fun to watch!" Frank agreed, and soon their slave was kneeling on a table with his hips thrust well forward and his hands beginning gently to stroke his rampant prick.

"Give us a good performance, slave," ordered Frank, "and don't you dare come before I say so!" Then, stripping off his rubber corset, he lay down on a padded couch and told Barbara to kneel beside him and give him a massage "while we watch the show". The combined stimulus, of Barbara's smooth clever fingers on his naked flesh and the sight of their nude slave, blindfolded and gagged, playing with himself, soon had Frank (and Barbara!) excited again.

Frank also told Des to 'masturbate' the artificial prick protruding from his gag, which was very amusing for the watchers. By the time Frank allowed Des to climax, more than thirty minutes later, he himself was well and truly ready for the finale he'd planned. He made his two slaves kneel on the floor facing each other and pulled a strap tightly around both their waists; their differing heights he adjusted by making Des spread his knees apart widely.

When he passed their arms around each other and tied their wrists, he noticed that Des' limp cock began to rise again as he realized his position in relation to Barbara; so Frank looped a cord around its base, looped it again just below its head and pulled the cord (and the cock!) between Barbara's legs and tied it firmly to Des' wrists. He knew that Des would be able to feel the warmth of Barbara's pussy on his cock, and that she would be able to squeeze it a little with her thighs; but this proximity would be as close as Des would be allowed — tonight at least!

Now Frank told Barbara to keep her eyes tightly shut while he experimented with low benches and boxes of various heights beside the bodies of his captives; he wanted to give her a surprise with the bizarre arrangement he envisaged. Des, of course, couldn't see because of his blindfold, and Frank was sure he would be surprised!

Finally he was satisfied and, supported at the correct height, he manoeuvred himself into position: pushing his captives' upper bodies apart, he straddled them and inserted Des' dildo-gag into his anus. At his command, Barbara obediently opened her mouth wide but kept her eyes squeezed shut. But they flew open in amazement when Frank pushed his erect cock into her mouth; later she told him that she was expecting the other end of Des' penis-gag, and could hardly believe how Frank's cock could be where it was! But of course she was now unable to say anything, and simply had to give him the head he wanted.

It was quite an experience! Frank could control the rate and depth of movement of his cock in Barbara's mouth, and of the dildo in his rectum, by grasping the hair of his two slaves; but the sheer strangeness of this double stimulation was so exciting that, despite his efforts to hold back, he had an explosive orgasm within about ten minutes. But not before Barbara had yet another climax too, because of the erotic pressure of the cord between her legs pressing Des’ hard cock firmly against her pussy!

Chapter 3 - Dinner Debut


Des


The following evening Des waited nervously in the kitchen while his Master and Mistress welcomed their dinner guests at the front door and enjoyed a pre-dinner drink. He wondered how the guests would react to being waited on by a half-naked slave in shackles. Some of Frank's and Barbara's friends he had met, but not the couple they'd invited tonight. With previous visitors, he'd been allowed to join his 'owners' and act quite normally, fully dressed of course (but with a locked cock-ring or sheath to keep him aware of his slave status!) Would this evening be the beginning of a new sort of slavery, he asked himself — and his spine tingled at the very idea! He heard a bell tinkle from the dining room. This was his big moment!

He knew what to do — Barbara had cooked the delicious dinner and given him careful instructions about how to serve it. His 'owners' and their guests had just settled into their chairs at the table when he appeared at the kitchen door and waited silently. "You will serve the soup now, Des," said Barbara. "Yes, Mistress," he answered, and returned into the kitchen.

Behind him there was a short, stunned silence; then he could hear the guests' voices raised in amazement, followed by Frank's and Barbara's laughing explanations. When he returned with a tray of soup plates, he got the full attention of the guests, Jean and David; but he managed, blushing a little, to serve the soup with some dignity and style. As he was about to retire to the kitchen again, a word from Frank stopped him; "... perhaps you'd like a closer look at our slave," Frank continued to his guests.

The soup was momentarily forgotten while Des was put on display. "Ooh, isn't his costume fascinating!" exclaimed Jean, and David agreed. Privately, Des was pleased: he was wearing nothing but black rubber briefs, which left most of his buttocks bare and held his prick (already swollen with excitement) constricted almost painfully, and a frilly little white maid's apron that covered him in front only from his nipples to the tops of his thighs. A bizarre touch, suggested by Barbara, was that the apron's shoulder straps had been removed and it was held up by small spring paper clips pinching his nipples! His wrist cuffs were joined by just enough chain to allow his serving at table, while his ankles were shackled by less than a foot of chain.

The rest of the evening went very smoothly indeed! Most of the conversation centred around Des, and Frank and Barbara explained in some detail about their slave and how they treated him. Despite their initial surprise and the strangeness of these ideas, their guests were clearly fascinated; they even asked for some demonstration of what might happen to Des, and Frank promised that they would get it after dinner was over, even hinting that they might make suggestions themselves.

As it happened, their opportunity arrived earlier than that. Des, who had performed his serving duties without a hitch (in spite of his shackles and the teasing of his 'owners' and their guests), spilt a few drops of the last bottle of wine on Jean's bare arm!

"How dare you, slave!" snapped Frank, as Des tried to wipe Jean's arm, apologizing profusely. "Come here!... What have you got to say for yourself?" Des said he was very sorry, but that he was nervous and very excited....

"I didn't ask for an excuse, idiot!" interrupted Frank. "What I want is your suggestions for your own punishment." Des rose to the occasion; he was really enjoying himself, although the spilt wine had been an accident and not intentional at all.

"Yes Master," he replied humbly, "but please may I beg the lady to choose my punishment herself?"

"That's better," said Frank. "OK... on your knees to the lady...."

With his short ankle chain, Des needed some help to get to his knees, but in a few moments he bowed low beside the chair of a delighted — if a little bemused! — Jean and said, "O lovely lady, I humbly beg your pardon for my stupid clumsiness. Will you please punish me as you think fit, so I can learn to be a better slave?"

He sensed that Jean was a little unsure of what to do. However, after a moment's hesitation, she too rose to the occasion and replied, "Well, for a start you can kiss my shoes, while I decide how to punish you." Obediently, Des bent to the shoe she offered and, as he covered it with kisses, he heard her asking Frank and Barbara for help in choosing an appropriate punishment.

"First of all," suggested Barbara, "I think a slave who's waiting to be punished should be stripped completely naked and tied more securely." This brought murmurs of astonishment and perhaps a touch of embarrassment from Jean and David, but Des' own embarrassment was overwhelmed by a surge of excitement! "Why don't you three take Des into the living room?" Barbara went on. "I'll bring in the coffee while Frank can get Des ready for his punishment."

Soon Des was standing in the centre of the living room, with his wrists pulled up between his shoulder blades and tightly tied with straps, while Frank removed the apron. His nipples tingled quite painfully when the clips were removed, and even more so when Frank gave them a quick firm rub. Then Jean was invited to "... remove the slave's briefs."

She blushed prettily, but hesitated hardly at all! Des almost sighed with relief as his cock, now fully hard, was released from the constriction of the rubber; he noticed that Jean drew a sharp breath, too — but for other reasons, he guessed! His ankle shackles prevented the complete removal of the briefs, so Frank unlocked them... but not before attaching a chain to Des's ever-present cock-ring and asking David to hold it "... while the slave's legs are free, to discourage him from running away!"


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