Rewarded with Bondage

Last week, Mistress Karen promised me a special bondage as a reward for my diligent work both at and away from the office. I got to choose what I would wear. On Friday afternoon, I was to dress up and wait for her return. I selected a black lacy bra and panty set paired with a red garter belt and black stockings. To complete the look, I added a long brunette wig, dangling silver earrings, and a silver choker. Just as I slipped on my robe, I heard Karen’s car pull into the driveway.

I met her at the door, where she required me to open the robe so she could inspect my choices. She praised my taste and instructed me to wait in the den. Soon after sitting down, Karen joined me carrying a small canvas bag. She took out a satin blindfold and fastened it behind my head. Standing up as told, I watched her remove my robe; she mentioned having something more form-fitting in mind for me. With arms extended forward, I felt her pulling the sleeves over each arm. It was my early Christmas present.

When the sleeves didn’t go all the way to my wrists, I realized it was a strait jacket. She zipped it up the back, creating a snug turtleneck effect before buckling it behind my throat. Next, she gathered four more straps together and secured them with buckles at my back. Then came the instruction to bend over the sofa’s backrest.

My panty was pulled down and removed, followed by lubrication of my rear and the insertion of an anal hook. A belt was placed around my waist, and a leather strap was drawn through my crotch, leaving my engorged penis exposed through a front cutout. Two padlocks locked this crotch strap to the front of the belt. Then came the two straps from the bottom of the strait jacket.

Karen folded my arms behind my back, pulling the sleeves across my stomach and padlocking them together. I wrongly assumed that was all for me, but she had more plans. Hearing her call over her sub-friend Ann, Karen administered an ice treatment to help me relax before installing a ball stretcher. The rest of my penis was laced into a leather pouch for modesty’s sake. She pulled up thigh-high boots on my legs, lacing them at the back, and buckled leather cuffs above each ankle, connecting them with a short chain.

At that moment, she sat beside me and removed the blindfold. Between kisses, she explained that Ann was bringing some items over to join us for the evening. I noticed a collection of leather goods waiting on a nearby recliner. Karen stood up and began shedding her work clothes, revealing a black and white corset with matching black panties and stockings. Winking at me, she headed toward the bedroom.

My wait was short before she returned wearing a black leather catsuit that remained unzipped enough to show the corset underneath. She sat down and put on knee boots. Pulling me forward, she reached under the crotch strap to find the ring of the anal hook. I felt her thread something through it before pulling it tight, leaving the rope dangling for now.

Just then, Ann arrived with a large canvas shopping bag. After placing her bag in the chair beside Karen’s belongings, she admired what Karen had already done to me. Karen rummaged through the new goody bag and selected what she needed. Holding the item behind her back, she returned to where I sat on the couch. She reached down, held my cheeks, and planted a serious kiss on me. At that moment, she inserted a foam rubber ball into my mouth.

Karen and Ann smoothed a leather hood over my head and laced it down the back. One of them snapped a panel over my mouth while they removed the blindfold panel from above. Ann unbuckled the top strap of the strait jacket and zipped it lower. Karen strapped on a tall, rigid posture collar, then took the rope from the anal hook and tied it to the back of my collar. They unzipped a front panel I hadn’t noticed before.

Ann attached clover clamps to my nipples, then zipped the strait jacket up again at both front and rear, buckling it at the neck.

With a mistress on each arm, I was helped to my feet and made to hobble over next to our fireplace. Something was tied to a ring in the top of the hood, anchoring me to a hook installed in the ceiling some time ago. They returned to the chair and retrieved a set of straps, which were soon buckled from my insteps up to the pouch holding my penis, then snapped onto the waist belt. From that point on, my movements were largely eliminated.

My two lovely captors settled back onto our sofa. Karen poured them each a glass of wine while Ann began undressing down to her bra and panties. They drank their wine in silence for a bit before Karen applied leather cuffs to Ann’s wrists and upper arms. I watched helplessly, fascinated, as she stuffed a red ball into Ann’s willing mouth and bent down to cuff her ankles.

Ann let out loud mmmppphhh sounds through her gag but nodded at me with her forehead. Following her gaze, Karen giggled and walked over to me. It was then that I realized no more fun awaited me as she snapped the leather panel back over my eyes.