Well help everyone I know I haven't update my stories for a while now. Its just been so busy for mw and in all honesty I decide to write something for this festive season. So I hope you'll all enjoy my efforts and the twist on the 12 Day's of Christmas. I will all going well post one part every day from now till Christmas eve. Hope you enjoy Bandit666
Part one......…
On the first day of Christmas a crate arrived for me,
from the master of slavery.......
It was the night of the university's Christmas party and gorgeous blonde Katie Tone had already chased her roommates away. Had already showered and towelled herself of. Had already eased the bright red satin bikini style panties over her small firm butt. Had already wrestled with the matching red sarin basque. Had already made sure it highlighted her similarly small but firm 30 b-cup breasts. Had already slipped the red shear nylon stockings up her slim toned legs. Had already stepped into her little red ankle boots. Had already wriggled into her ridiculously short red skirt with fluffy white trim. When she heard the knock on the door. When she called out "just a minute". When she heard it open. When she saw the frame of a large man dressed in all in black in the doorway. When she saw the glint of light off the revolver he held.
She went to scream. But not a sound escaped past her lovely red lips. She went to run. But her legs were like jelly. She was frozen to the spot. Was trembling uncontrollably. While he was stoowick. Was silent. Was determined. He spoke softly but forcably. Made it clear she wouldn't be making it the party that night. Would if she was a good girl. Possibly still have some naughty fun. Made it clear she'd better do exactly as he told her. Had better obey his every order. Starting by kneeling on the floor. Starting by placing her hands on her head. Starting with telling him where she keeps her panties.
She hadn't wanted to do anything he told her. Yet was to scared to disobey. Slowly she knelt before him. On shaking legs she knelt. Gingerly she raised her trembling hands and placed them on top of her head. Weakly she stuttered that her panties were in the top draw behind her. She watched as he walked towards her. Noticing just how large and muscular he was. Fearfully she whimpered as he pasted her. As he opened the draw. She heard him rustling around. Heard him chuckle as it appeared he found just what he was looking for. She knew what he'd found. Knew it wasn't a pair of panties. Knew it was something she kept hidden. Knew it was her vibrator. Her broard. 4 and a half inch long shinny chrome bullet vibrator. Till then she'd hoped he was there on one of the frat boys silly panty raid. Had wondered what he wanted her panties for. A question that was soon answered.
She hadn't seen him pick out the black nylon panties with pink polka dots. Hadn't seen him ball them up in his large gloved hands. Hadn't expected him to push them in her oh so kissable mouth when told to open wide. She felt the soft material against her lips. Against her tongue. Smelt the leather of his glove as he clamped it over her mouth. Heard him clearly whisper in her ear. Heard him tell her if she pushed them out she'd be sorry. She hadn't wanted to upset him. Hadn't wanted to make him mad. Lead him to doing anything nasty to her. She feebly nodded her understanding. Forced her mouth closed over her own panties. Stayed completely still. Still as he took hold of her arms. As he eased them behind her back. As she felt the first coil of rope being wrapped around snugly. As she felt the sudden nip as he clinched it off. As he pinned her wrists together.
She didn't hear the sound of tape being pulled. Had no idea her hands were about to be taped into fists. That her ability to wriggle her fingers. That her ability to search and feel for knots. Would be removed. She wanted to beg him to stop. Wanted to plead with him to stop. To leave her alone. But she couldn't. Couldn't risk her panties escaping from her packed mouth. Like it or not she simply knelt there and allowed him to continue. Continue by wrapping rope around her trembling body. Wrapping below her small firm breasts. Breasts the back of his hands deliberly stroked with ever circle. Simply knelt there as her trapped her arms against her body in the process. She knew she was becoming more and more helpless. But could do nothing to stop what was happening. Not even as the coil of rope began to pass above her little breasts. Not even as it began to squeeze them together.
Minute by minte she was becoming more and more restained. Was becoming more and more helpless. More and more powerless. More and more fearful. He showed no signs of stopping. Soon had her ankles crossed. Soon had rope bound tightly over her cute little red ankle boots. Soon had it wrapped around their heels. Soon made sure she wouldn't be loosing them. Wouldn't be working them off to gain a little slack. Soon had her nylon clad calves bound just below the knee. Soon had them bound just above her knees. Soon had her upper thighs bound tightly together right where they met her little pert butt cheeks. Soon had her skirt pulled down. Was soon pulling a rope tightly just above her hips. Her slender little hips.
She'd never been bound before. Had never been gagged. Not even for a childhood game or two. Not even when playing truth or dare at teenage sleepovers. Had no idea just what he was doing had no idea what was about to happen. Happen after his leather gloved hand slipped inside her skimpy red satin bikini style panties. Happen after his leather clad finger slipped inside he pussy. As against her will he started to get her aroused. As against her will he started to her wet. As he started to edge her towards a climax. As he suddenly stopped and slipped her bullet vibrator inside her pussy. As she felt it begin to slowly. Oh so slowly tease her. Oh so slowly vibrate right against her g-spot. Had no idea that within seconds. Seconds after its first torturous stimulation. The tight rope above her hips would be yanked between her tightly lashed together thighs. Would be forced deeply inside her pussy. Would be pulled tightly between her small firm butt cheeks. That she'd be crotch roped.
His actions made her gasp unvolunteerly. Made her moan unvolunteerly. Made her unvolunteerly open er mouth. Made her panties drop out. She feared the worse as the damp nylon fell at her knees. Dreaded what he’d do to her. Almost felt relief when his spare leather covered hand simply clamped over her open mouth. While th other played with her incessantly. Until he was happy. Until he was finished. Until that cruelly tight rope was buried into her pussy.
She watched as he reached down. Down to retrieve the spilled panties. Watched he offer them back up to her gaping mouth. So wanting to plead with him. To beg him to leave. Leave her helpless for her friends to find. She had no idea that she’d not be seen again. That she was to be shipped off as a gift. A gift for a very kinky controlling master. Had no idea that the duct tape he wrapped tightly over her panty filled mouth would be there for hours and hours to come. Had no idea her restraint wasn’t over. That he had one short rope left. Left to use in a harsh and restricting way.
So positively screamed. Not that much of a sound escaped past the panties and tape. As he lowered her to the floor. As he laid her face down on the carpet. As he bent her legs at the knees. As he sat on her folded legs. As she felt the small heel of her boots dig into her pert butt. She felt his hands working arounf her ankle rope. Felt him force the short rope under the first rope around her body. The rope below her breasts. Felt him force it under the second rope around her body. The one above her breasts. Felt him pull on it with all his strength. Felt her back being arched. Felt him tie it off. Felt like she'd been turned into a pretzel. She realised she could barely move an inch. Realised he'd rendered her completely helpless. Believed there was nothing left for him to do. Believed he'd done all he could.
She was proved wrong. Very wrong. When her world was plunged into darkness. When the padded black leather blindfold was slipped over her eyes. When it was fastened tightly behind her head. She felt him raise. She heard him moving around. She heard the dormroom door open and close. She thought he'd finally gone. Thought he'd finally left her alone. Was again proved proved wrong. Wrong as she heard him return. As she heard the wheels of the sack barrow he dragged along with him. Heard the creaking hinges of the create. The create she felt herself being lifted into. Heard the lid close above her.
She felt the create being tipped back. Felt herself being tipped back. She felt herself being wheeled out. Out of her dormroom. She felt the left taking her down. Down to the basement garage. She felt herself being carried. Carried into the back of a van. She heard the sack barrow. The sack barrow being dumped beside her created self. She heard the engine start. Heard its Diesel engine rev. She knew she was being taken away. Away to pastures new. She knew her life had changed. Changed for ever..............
The 12 days of Christmas m/f - day five added
The 12 days of Christmas m/f - day five added
Last edited by Bandit666 5 years ago, edited 5 times in total.
What a great way to buld up the right spirit waiting for Christmas, I already feel all cheery and jolly 
...pretty sure, though, to also be on Santa's list among the naughty ones because of that
...pretty sure, though, to also be on Santa's list among the naughty ones because of that
On the second day of Christmas 2 crates arrived for me
From the master of slavery...........
For a little under 6 years 31 year old Charlotte. And 29 year old Sarah had been friends. Close friends. They'd first met when attending the same antenatal. When both expecting their first child. Yet it was a friendship that to many seemed a little unusual. A little strange. For they were like chalk and cheese. They were polar opposites. Not just because Chalotte was a fake blonde and Sarah a brunette. Not just because Charlotte's hair was short and neatly trimmed while Sarah's fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Not just because Charlotte stood 5' 11" while Sarah was a petite 5' 4". Not just because Charlotte was slim and athletic while Sarah was curvy and busty. Oh it was their personalities that made for an unusual friendship. For Charlotte was bossy. Was quite dominate. Where Sarah was quiet and reserved. For Charlotte tended to take over while Sarah just went along. Yet strange or not. A close friendship it was. A friendship that would soon find them helpless. Find them trussed up and gagged. Find them shipped off into slavery.
It started on a Tuesday morning. Started when they met up at Charlotte's house. Met up after dropping their young daughters off at school. A school that was soon to hold its usual. It's annual. Christmas fate. They planned on spending the morning. Spending the day. Chatting. Baking. Baking little butterfly buns. Baking cookies. Baking sweet mince pies. Had planned on having a nice time. Having fun. Neither one had put much effort into their dress for the day. As Charlotte had. As usuall. Simply stuck to some tight stone wash jeans and a jumper. As Sarah. As usual had gone for a pair of super tight black spandex sports leggings and a t-shirt. It wasn't intended to be anything else than 2 friends working together for the same reason. Wasn't intended to end up as it did. As it didn't when Charlotte answered the front door. When she responed to the doorbell.
As she opened the door. As she acted without thought. The sight that greeted her left her shocked. Left her paralised with fear. For there he stood. The tall muscular man in black. The man in black that held both a tool bag and a shinny silver gun. A gun that made it clear she was to remain silent. Made it clear she had to do as he said. And do that she did. Without a word she walked. Walked with raised hands. Walked towards the kitchen. Walked towards her unexpecting friend. Walked toward Sarah.
Soon enough the both stood in silence. Stood with raised hands. Stood on shaky legs. On trebling legs. Finally he spoke. Ordered them to kneel. To get down on their hands and knees. To crawl. Crawl to the living room. Crawl like two slutty little pets. Naturally they hadn't wanted to. Naturally they found it humiliating. Found it disgusting. Yet crawl they did. Crawl slowly. Slowly into the living room. Once inside they stopped. Stopped and waited for his next command. A command that came soon enough. A command that left them all the more fearful. A command that saw Sarah act first. That saw her reluctantly remove her black AC/DC t-shirt. Saw her remove the thin black lace bra beneath. Saw her release her more than ample 34 d-cup breasts. Breasts that were wonderfully round. That were still nice and firm. That showed no signs of sagging. But still that hadn't been enough, still her stripping continued. Her little black thiner socks had been next. Her shinny black spandex leggings too. Even her black satin oanties had gone. She ended up completely naked. Ended up kneeling completely naked before her friend. Before her captor.
Yet she was soon to be joined by Charlotte. Soon to be joined in humiliation. For Charlotte did indeed strip. Strip as he'd ordered. But unlike Sarah. Unlike her friend. She'd acted with venom. Had stripped with spite. Had yanked her white jumper off. Off over her head. Had thrown her white padded nylon bra to the floor. Had let their captor. Let her friend see. See her firm, pert 32 c-cup breasts. Had quickly unbuttoned her skintight jeans. Had quickly pulled them off. Had simply left them in a heap on the floor. Had wasted no time in removing her blue nylon panties. In leaving herself naked. Leaving herself kneeling naked before them both.
It was. Despite their near 6 years of friendship. That Charlotte and Sarah had seen each other naked. Had seen each other in all their naked glory. It would certainly not be the last. Would certainly become the norm. Become the norm once they entered the world of slavery. The world dominated. Controlled. Ruled by their master. But first their capture needed to be finished. Needed to be completed. Their humiliation needed to be total. Needed to be complete. It would all begin with a pair of panties. Not their own panties. Not even each other's panties. Well not straight away anyway. They would be panties provided by the man in black. By the man with the silver gun. They would be of a very special design. They would be made of tight black rubber. Would be difficult to fit. Would squeeze their butts. They had a little extra attachment. Had their own built in dildo. Their own vibrating built in dildo.
Neither Charlotte or Sarah wanted to wear them. Wanted to even hold them. Yet hold them they did. Wear them they did. It was clear by their captors smile he liked what he saw. Liked how they blushed. How shamed they were. Liked how they reluctantly wriggled them up their legs. Forced them up their thighs. Eased the vibrating dildo into their buds. Into their pussies. As they finally squeezed them over their butts. Almost instantly they'd sprung into life. Almost instantly they'd teased their clits. Tormented their g-spots. They'd have to get used to the feeling. Would have to accept it. For it would be hours before even a sign of relief would arrive. Before their sexual torture might come to an end.
Possibly. As the knelt there. As they felt the vibrating dildos inside their pussies. As they felt their sexual torment begin. They thought. They hoped. It couldnt. It wouldn't get any worse. But their hope would soon be dashed. Dashed as they watched their gun touting captor reach into the tool bag. Reach in and withdraw. Not one but two. Thick. Harsh. Black leather gloves. Large harsh. Thick leather gloves. Even in their naivity. In their confused. In their terrified condition. It was clear what they were intended to do. And yet he delighted in explaining. Explaining that they were called armbinders. Were about to hold their wrists. Their arms. Behind their backs. Were about to begin their restraints. Explain they'd better accept them. Accept their restraint. Offer no resistance. For they wouldn't like the consequences. Wouldn't like the punishment.
Charlotte had been the first to feel the gloves effect. Had been the first to yelp as it was pulled up her arms. As it encased her hands. Forced them to fold into tight fists. As it began to force her elbows together. As he passed the belts over her shoulders. Her already straining shoulders. As he passed the belts under her armpits. As he pulled them tight. As he buckled them tightly. Had been the first to gasp and whimper. As he pulled on the binders laces. As he forced her arms together. As her forced her shoulders back. As he forced her breasts out. As he adjusted the belts. Made them even tighter. She was trapped. Wouldn't be escaping from his binding. And she knew it.
Just as Sarah knew it. Knew before her turn even came around. Even before she felt the same restriction. The same discomfort. The same helplessness. They must have wondered why he was using such things. Must have begun to wonder what he wanted. They had assumed it was a simple. If kinky terrifying home invasion. A simply if humiliating burglary. But how could it be. Foolishly Charlotte challenged him. Spoke up. Objected. Let her more dominate nature seep out. Paid the price for such foolishness. For baring to challenge their captor. The abductor. Paid the price when he snatched up Sarah's worn panties. Snatched them up and forced them. Forced them into her foul mouth. Shoved them all the way in. Paid the price when he grabbed the roll of duct tape. As he wrapped round and round her head. Trapped her fake blonde hair. Paid the price when he followed up by wrapping it round and round over her eyes. As he blindfolded her with the same harsh silver duct tape.
Sarah was left stunned. Left in shocked silence. As she watched her own panties being shoved in her friends mouth. As she saw the silver duct tape being wrapped around and around her head. As it sealed her mouth closed. As it shut out all the light. As it robbed her of her sight. As it muffled her moans and whimpers. She wondered of she'd be next. If she was to be left so humiliated. So helpless. And she soon found out the answer. Soon found out she was. Was indeed to be treat so cruelly. See saw him snatch up Charlotte's worn blue nylon panties. Saw him ball them up. Had clenched her eyes closed as she opened her mouth wide. As she hoped he'd be gentler with her. As she hoped he wouldn't be so cruel with the duct tape. Yet it was a hope that. In all fairness. Was soon dashed. Dashed like a dingy on a rocky shore. Was soon dashed as the duct tape was pulled forcably over her lips. As it was tightly wrapped around her head. As first her lips and then her eyes were sealed shut.
Neither woman. Neither yummy mummy could defend themselves. Could brace themselves as their restraint continued. Once more Sarah went first. Felt the first of four thin. Strong leather belts. Felt it around her upper thighs. Felt it pinch as it was buckled tightly. Felt it force the vibrating dildo even further inside her. Moaned at its effect. Felt the second thin belt sit just above her knees. Felt it also being buckled tight. Felt hersef being lowered. Lowered face down on the floor. Felt the third belt being buckled tightly. Tightly below her knees. Felt her ankles being belted together. Realised she could no longer walk. Could no longer run away. Felt her legs being bent back. Back towards her encased wrists, her encased arms. Heard the click. The click that placed her in a sung. Secure. Inescapable hogtied.
Charlotte didn't know what was happened. Could only kneel there in fear. In terror. Had faintly heard her friend whimper. Had only faintly her the rattling of the belts metal buckles. Had only heard the faint clicking of the padlock. The padlock that hogtied her. But soon enough she felt the exact same actions. Felt her legs being trapped together. Felt herself being lowered to the floor. Felt herself being hogtied. It was over. Neither one of them would be able to free themselves. Would be able to flee. To get help. Neither one of them could prevent their bodies being lifted. Lifted off the floor. Lifted and placed in the hard wooden crates. Locked inside the hard wooden crates. Neither one could prevent being wheeled outside. Prevent being loaded into the plain white panel van. Prevent being driven off to whereabouts unknown. Prevent become coming someone's playthings. Someone's bondage slaves. Someone's toys.
For its
Two yummy mummy's
And
A naughty Miss Santa for me
From the master of slavery...........
For a little under 6 years 31 year old Charlotte. And 29 year old Sarah had been friends. Close friends. They'd first met when attending the same antenatal. When both expecting their first child. Yet it was a friendship that to many seemed a little unusual. A little strange. For they were like chalk and cheese. They were polar opposites. Not just because Chalotte was a fake blonde and Sarah a brunette. Not just because Charlotte's hair was short and neatly trimmed while Sarah's fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Not just because Charlotte stood 5' 11" while Sarah was a petite 5' 4". Not just because Charlotte was slim and athletic while Sarah was curvy and busty. Oh it was their personalities that made for an unusual friendship. For Charlotte was bossy. Was quite dominate. Where Sarah was quiet and reserved. For Charlotte tended to take over while Sarah just went along. Yet strange or not. A close friendship it was. A friendship that would soon find them helpless. Find them trussed up and gagged. Find them shipped off into slavery.
It started on a Tuesday morning. Started when they met up at Charlotte's house. Met up after dropping their young daughters off at school. A school that was soon to hold its usual. It's annual. Christmas fate. They planned on spending the morning. Spending the day. Chatting. Baking. Baking little butterfly buns. Baking cookies. Baking sweet mince pies. Had planned on having a nice time. Having fun. Neither one had put much effort into their dress for the day. As Charlotte had. As usuall. Simply stuck to some tight stone wash jeans and a jumper. As Sarah. As usual had gone for a pair of super tight black spandex sports leggings and a t-shirt. It wasn't intended to be anything else than 2 friends working together for the same reason. Wasn't intended to end up as it did. As it didn't when Charlotte answered the front door. When she responed to the doorbell.
As she opened the door. As she acted without thought. The sight that greeted her left her shocked. Left her paralised with fear. For there he stood. The tall muscular man in black. The man in black that held both a tool bag and a shinny silver gun. A gun that made it clear she was to remain silent. Made it clear she had to do as he said. And do that she did. Without a word she walked. Walked with raised hands. Walked towards the kitchen. Walked towards her unexpecting friend. Walked toward Sarah.
Soon enough the both stood in silence. Stood with raised hands. Stood on shaky legs. On trebling legs. Finally he spoke. Ordered them to kneel. To get down on their hands and knees. To crawl. Crawl to the living room. Crawl like two slutty little pets. Naturally they hadn't wanted to. Naturally they found it humiliating. Found it disgusting. Yet crawl they did. Crawl slowly. Slowly into the living room. Once inside they stopped. Stopped and waited for his next command. A command that came soon enough. A command that left them all the more fearful. A command that saw Sarah act first. That saw her reluctantly remove her black AC/DC t-shirt. Saw her remove the thin black lace bra beneath. Saw her release her more than ample 34 d-cup breasts. Breasts that were wonderfully round. That were still nice and firm. That showed no signs of sagging. But still that hadn't been enough, still her stripping continued. Her little black thiner socks had been next. Her shinny black spandex leggings too. Even her black satin oanties had gone. She ended up completely naked. Ended up kneeling completely naked before her friend. Before her captor.
Yet she was soon to be joined by Charlotte. Soon to be joined in humiliation. For Charlotte did indeed strip. Strip as he'd ordered. But unlike Sarah. Unlike her friend. She'd acted with venom. Had stripped with spite. Had yanked her white jumper off. Off over her head. Had thrown her white padded nylon bra to the floor. Had let their captor. Let her friend see. See her firm, pert 32 c-cup breasts. Had quickly unbuttoned her skintight jeans. Had quickly pulled them off. Had simply left them in a heap on the floor. Had wasted no time in removing her blue nylon panties. In leaving herself naked. Leaving herself kneeling naked before them both.
It was. Despite their near 6 years of friendship. That Charlotte and Sarah had seen each other naked. Had seen each other in all their naked glory. It would certainly not be the last. Would certainly become the norm. Become the norm once they entered the world of slavery. The world dominated. Controlled. Ruled by their master. But first their capture needed to be finished. Needed to be completed. Their humiliation needed to be total. Needed to be complete. It would all begin with a pair of panties. Not their own panties. Not even each other's panties. Well not straight away anyway. They would be panties provided by the man in black. By the man with the silver gun. They would be of a very special design. They would be made of tight black rubber. Would be difficult to fit. Would squeeze their butts. They had a little extra attachment. Had their own built in dildo. Their own vibrating built in dildo.
Neither Charlotte or Sarah wanted to wear them. Wanted to even hold them. Yet hold them they did. Wear them they did. It was clear by their captors smile he liked what he saw. Liked how they blushed. How shamed they were. Liked how they reluctantly wriggled them up their legs. Forced them up their thighs. Eased the vibrating dildo into their buds. Into their pussies. As they finally squeezed them over their butts. Almost instantly they'd sprung into life. Almost instantly they'd teased their clits. Tormented their g-spots. They'd have to get used to the feeling. Would have to accept it. For it would be hours before even a sign of relief would arrive. Before their sexual torture might come to an end.
Possibly. As the knelt there. As they felt the vibrating dildos inside their pussies. As they felt their sexual torment begin. They thought. They hoped. It couldnt. It wouldn't get any worse. But their hope would soon be dashed. Dashed as they watched their gun touting captor reach into the tool bag. Reach in and withdraw. Not one but two. Thick. Harsh. Black leather gloves. Large harsh. Thick leather gloves. Even in their naivity. In their confused. In their terrified condition. It was clear what they were intended to do. And yet he delighted in explaining. Explaining that they were called armbinders. Were about to hold their wrists. Their arms. Behind their backs. Were about to begin their restraints. Explain they'd better accept them. Accept their restraint. Offer no resistance. For they wouldn't like the consequences. Wouldn't like the punishment.
Charlotte had been the first to feel the gloves effect. Had been the first to yelp as it was pulled up her arms. As it encased her hands. Forced them to fold into tight fists. As it began to force her elbows together. As he passed the belts over her shoulders. Her already straining shoulders. As he passed the belts under her armpits. As he pulled them tight. As he buckled them tightly. Had been the first to gasp and whimper. As he pulled on the binders laces. As he forced her arms together. As her forced her shoulders back. As he forced her breasts out. As he adjusted the belts. Made them even tighter. She was trapped. Wouldn't be escaping from his binding. And she knew it.
Just as Sarah knew it. Knew before her turn even came around. Even before she felt the same restriction. The same discomfort. The same helplessness. They must have wondered why he was using such things. Must have begun to wonder what he wanted. They had assumed it was a simple. If kinky terrifying home invasion. A simply if humiliating burglary. But how could it be. Foolishly Charlotte challenged him. Spoke up. Objected. Let her more dominate nature seep out. Paid the price for such foolishness. For baring to challenge their captor. The abductor. Paid the price when he snatched up Sarah's worn panties. Snatched them up and forced them. Forced them into her foul mouth. Shoved them all the way in. Paid the price when he grabbed the roll of duct tape. As he wrapped round and round her head. Trapped her fake blonde hair. Paid the price when he followed up by wrapping it round and round over her eyes. As he blindfolded her with the same harsh silver duct tape.
Sarah was left stunned. Left in shocked silence. As she watched her own panties being shoved in her friends mouth. As she saw the silver duct tape being wrapped around and around her head. As it sealed her mouth closed. As it shut out all the light. As it robbed her of her sight. As it muffled her moans and whimpers. She wondered of she'd be next. If she was to be left so humiliated. So helpless. And she soon found out the answer. Soon found out she was. Was indeed to be treat so cruelly. See saw him snatch up Charlotte's worn blue nylon panties. Saw him ball them up. Had clenched her eyes closed as she opened her mouth wide. As she hoped he'd be gentler with her. As she hoped he wouldn't be so cruel with the duct tape. Yet it was a hope that. In all fairness. Was soon dashed. Dashed like a dingy on a rocky shore. Was soon dashed as the duct tape was pulled forcably over her lips. As it was tightly wrapped around her head. As first her lips and then her eyes were sealed shut.
Neither woman. Neither yummy mummy could defend themselves. Could brace themselves as their restraint continued. Once more Sarah went first. Felt the first of four thin. Strong leather belts. Felt it around her upper thighs. Felt it pinch as it was buckled tightly. Felt it force the vibrating dildo even further inside her. Moaned at its effect. Felt the second thin belt sit just above her knees. Felt it also being buckled tight. Felt hersef being lowered. Lowered face down on the floor. Felt the third belt being buckled tightly. Tightly below her knees. Felt her ankles being belted together. Realised she could no longer walk. Could no longer run away. Felt her legs being bent back. Back towards her encased wrists, her encased arms. Heard the click. The click that placed her in a sung. Secure. Inescapable hogtied.
Charlotte didn't know what was happened. Could only kneel there in fear. In terror. Had faintly heard her friend whimper. Had only faintly her the rattling of the belts metal buckles. Had only heard the faint clicking of the padlock. The padlock that hogtied her. But soon enough she felt the exact same actions. Felt her legs being trapped together. Felt herself being lowered to the floor. Felt herself being hogtied. It was over. Neither one of them would be able to free themselves. Would be able to flee. To get help. Neither one of them could prevent their bodies being lifted. Lifted off the floor. Lifted and placed in the hard wooden crates. Locked inside the hard wooden crates. Neither one could prevent being wheeled outside. Prevent being loaded into the plain white panel van. Prevent being driven off to whereabouts unknown. Prevent become coming someone's playthings. Someone's bondage slaves. Someone's toys.
For its
Two yummy mummy's
And
A naughty Miss Santa for me
Those two poor little girls missing their moms... I feel evil for liking this new chapter too 
Can you please gender tag this?
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[mention]Bandit666[/mention] the story sounds interesting I cant wait to read more.
Thank very much for your comments. I had believed no one was interested but as it appears I was wrong get ready as I'll post the next few days within, well the next few days. After all I have to catch up 
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Part three
One the third day of Christmas 3 crates arrived for me<br/>
From the master of slavery........
For fresh faced young models Ellie, Lucy and Michelle the afternoon break couldn’t have come soon enough. They couldn't wait to get away from the Santa's grotto where they'd been working. Working since the first of December. Already that day each one of them had been ogled at. Eyed up. Even had their butts pinched. Of course they knew that they'd been employed basically as eye candy. Been employed to provide older brothers. Father, even grandfathers of the little ones to look at and fantasise over. After all why else would their outfits be so skimpy. Why else would they be so scantly clad. Why else would their outfits consist of only a pair of shear green pantyhose. A pair of ridiculously tight shinny green spandex running style shorts. Shorts that barely covered their pert young butts. That made wearing panties impossible. A green shinny crop top. That showed way to much cleavage. That like the shorts meant it was impossible to wear a bra. That meant they need to use a little tape over their nipples. An outfit that was finished off by the silly little green and white felt ankle boots and matching hat.
They had been pleased to be heading off to the little office they used as a changing room. That they used as a place to rest. Rest away from the ogling of others. Had been looking forward to resting their aching feet. And pinched butts. Yet as they entered. As they saw the man in black. Saw the glittering gun in his hand that all changed. Their humiliation from the outfits they wore quickly changed to fear. Fear over what would happen. Ellie the biggest of the trio tried to speak. Tried to ask what he wanted. Was swiftly cut off. Was told to be quiet. Told to do as he said and nothing else. Like the others. Like Lucy and Michelle she didnt see any choice but do as he said. Even when that meant dropping her hat on the floor. When it meant removing her boots. Meant removing her silly short shorts.
Reluctantly they'd obeyed. Had allowed their attacker. Allowed the fabled man in black to see their young pussies. Their young butts through the thin shear nylon of their pantyhose. Pantyhose that once they'd humiliatingly balled up the spandex shorts. That once they'd pushed in their own mouths. Would also be removed. Would leave their legs, pussies and butts bare. Leave them fully exposed. They'd all moved to cover themselves. Moved to hide their neatly shaven pussies. They'd all been told to stop. To remove their crop tops. To expose themselves fully. Well models or not they weren't used to exposing themselves in such ways. Weren't used to being seen naked. Were indeed left humiliated and terrified. Terrified as their gun touting captor looked them over, nodded his approval. Ordered them to kneel, kneel with their hands clamped firmly on the top of their heads.
Slowly he walked around them. Allowed his leather gloved hand to wander over their young breasts. Over their shoulders. Over their flat smooth stomachs. Slowly I paused behind them. Opened the gym bag he'd carried with him. One by one he pulled out a panelled cock gag. One by one from Ellie to Michelle they opened wide and with reluctance accepted the black rubber, bulbous cock shaped intrusions. One by one they felt the panel being strapped tightly over their mouths. Felt it seal them. One by one they were made to discover their effectiveness. One by one they had their pert, firm breasts squeezed. Had their toned firm butts slapped. Had their young exposed pussy's fingered.
Just like one by one, from Michelle back to Ellie they were made to stand. Made to keep their legs shut tightly. Keep their hands by their sides. Were mummified from their ankles to their shoulders. Mummified at first by clear shrink wrap. Wrapped up tightly. Only their pussy's, butts and breasts left exposed. Exposed temporarily. Exposed just long enough for them to suffer. Suffer the addition of the large vibrators her pushed inside them. Suffer the addition of the large black butt plugs. Suffer the addition of the harsh metal nipple clamps. For once they felt their total humilation. Felt their total sexual domination. The final act began. Began with the roll after roll of black duct tape. Duct tape that like the clear wrap ran from their ankles to their shoulders. Covered every inch of their young bodies. Ensured they'd be sexually tortured from then on. For this time even their pussy's, butts and breasts were covered. Were sealed completely.
Oh how the sexy trio moaned and mmmppphhhed. How the whimpered and whined. How they attempted to struggle and squirm. But it was all to no avail. Was all pointless. For he quickly had them blindfolded. Quickly had them scooped up in his muscular arms. Quickly had them lowered into their individual wooden crates. Quickly had them locked inside. Swiftly had them piled up on above the other. Swiftly had them wheeled through the corridors. Had them loaded into his van. Had the spirited away. Away to their lives of slavery. Had them delivered to their new master......
For its
3 christmas elves
2 yummy mummies
And
A naughty miss Santa for me
One the third day of Christmas 3 crates arrived for me<br/>
From the master of slavery........
For fresh faced young models Ellie, Lucy and Michelle the afternoon break couldn’t have come soon enough. They couldn't wait to get away from the Santa's grotto where they'd been working. Working since the first of December. Already that day each one of them had been ogled at. Eyed up. Even had their butts pinched. Of course they knew that they'd been employed basically as eye candy. Been employed to provide older brothers. Father, even grandfathers of the little ones to look at and fantasise over. After all why else would their outfits be so skimpy. Why else would they be so scantly clad. Why else would their outfits consist of only a pair of shear green pantyhose. A pair of ridiculously tight shinny green spandex running style shorts. Shorts that barely covered their pert young butts. That made wearing panties impossible. A green shinny crop top. That showed way to much cleavage. That like the shorts meant it was impossible to wear a bra. That meant they need to use a little tape over their nipples. An outfit that was finished off by the silly little green and white felt ankle boots and matching hat.
They had been pleased to be heading off to the little office they used as a changing room. That they used as a place to rest. Rest away from the ogling of others. Had been looking forward to resting their aching feet. And pinched butts. Yet as they entered. As they saw the man in black. Saw the glittering gun in his hand that all changed. Their humiliation from the outfits they wore quickly changed to fear. Fear over what would happen. Ellie the biggest of the trio tried to speak. Tried to ask what he wanted. Was swiftly cut off. Was told to be quiet. Told to do as he said and nothing else. Like the others. Like Lucy and Michelle she didnt see any choice but do as he said. Even when that meant dropping her hat on the floor. When it meant removing her boots. Meant removing her silly short shorts.
Reluctantly they'd obeyed. Had allowed their attacker. Allowed the fabled man in black to see their young pussies. Their young butts through the thin shear nylon of their pantyhose. Pantyhose that once they'd humiliatingly balled up the spandex shorts. That once they'd pushed in their own mouths. Would also be removed. Would leave their legs, pussies and butts bare. Leave them fully exposed. They'd all moved to cover themselves. Moved to hide their neatly shaven pussies. They'd all been told to stop. To remove their crop tops. To expose themselves fully. Well models or not they weren't used to exposing themselves in such ways. Weren't used to being seen naked. Were indeed left humiliated and terrified. Terrified as their gun touting captor looked them over, nodded his approval. Ordered them to kneel, kneel with their hands clamped firmly on the top of their heads.
Slowly he walked around them. Allowed his leather gloved hand to wander over their young breasts. Over their shoulders. Over their flat smooth stomachs. Slowly I paused behind them. Opened the gym bag he'd carried with him. One by one he pulled out a panelled cock gag. One by one from Ellie to Michelle they opened wide and with reluctance accepted the black rubber, bulbous cock shaped intrusions. One by one they felt the panel being strapped tightly over their mouths. Felt it seal them. One by one they were made to discover their effectiveness. One by one they had their pert, firm breasts squeezed. Had their toned firm butts slapped. Had their young exposed pussy's fingered.
Just like one by one, from Michelle back to Ellie they were made to stand. Made to keep their legs shut tightly. Keep their hands by their sides. Were mummified from their ankles to their shoulders. Mummified at first by clear shrink wrap. Wrapped up tightly. Only their pussy's, butts and breasts left exposed. Exposed temporarily. Exposed just long enough for them to suffer. Suffer the addition of the large vibrators her pushed inside them. Suffer the addition of the large black butt plugs. Suffer the addition of the harsh metal nipple clamps. For once they felt their total humilation. Felt their total sexual domination. The final act began. Began with the roll after roll of black duct tape. Duct tape that like the clear wrap ran from their ankles to their shoulders. Covered every inch of their young bodies. Ensured they'd be sexually tortured from then on. For this time even their pussy's, butts and breasts were covered. Were sealed completely.
Oh how the sexy trio moaned and mmmppphhhed. How the whimpered and whined. How they attempted to struggle and squirm. But it was all to no avail. Was all pointless. For he quickly had them blindfolded. Quickly had them scooped up in his muscular arms. Quickly had them lowered into their individual wooden crates. Quickly had them locked inside. Swiftly had them piled up on above the other. Swiftly had them wheeled through the corridors. Had them loaded into his van. Had the spirited away. Away to their lives of slavery. Had them delivered to their new master......
For its
3 christmas elves
2 yummy mummies
And
A naughty miss Santa for me
On the fourth day of Christmas four crates arrived for me,
From the master of slavery........
For Perrie, Jesy, Jade, and Leigh-Anne. For all four members of "Little Mix". It had been sold as a charity photo shoot. As a Christmas themed charity photo shoot. As a play on the grinch that stole Christmas photo shoot. They'd willingly slipped into the skintight red spandex cat suits. Willingly gone without bras. Without panties. For they'd agreed with the huge muscular photographer. Had agreed panty lines and visible bra lines wouldn't look right. They'd willingly gone along with all he'd suggested. Hadn't even questioned why the sexy suits had only two zips. Yes only two zip. One that sat between their luscious legs. They other that sat between their perfect pert butt cheeks. Hadn't even questioned why so many coils of rope lay on the table. Why so they’d need so many coils of rope just for a fun photo shoot. Just for a fun if naughty photo shoot. Hadn't questioned what the strange black bars with red leather straps were for. What they'd be used for. Hadn't even questioned his naughty ideas. For they liked things a little naughty. Even a little kinky. For they honestly believed people would pay more for any images of them restrained. Restrained in those skin tight suits. Restrained with all that rope. Restrained even if playfully. They honestly. If foolishly believed in what they were doing. Believed in giving back. Believed in his convincing words and comments.
One by one they'd willingly allowed their wrists to be bound. Bound securely behind their backs. Bound tightly behind their backs. They’d laughed as they twisted and turned. Had showed their inability to escape. Their inability to work together to aid their escape. Jade. The kinkiest of them all had been first. Had begun the giggling and wriggling. As one after the other they joined her in helplessness. As he'd bound them all tightly. Jesy and Perrie had quickly followed. Even the slightly more unsure Leigh-Anne had gone along. Gone along as he told them to pose. To look scared. Look fearful. They bent over. Leaned into each other. Continued to play along as more followed. As first Jesy’s elbows were bound. Bound together tightly. As they others felt the same strain. Felt the same feelings of helplessness seep over them. Not one of them objected. Not one spoke up in uncertainty. For they were to busy sniggering. To busy making wise cracks. Wise cracks over the way the binding made their chests thrust forward. Made the thin sensual material stretch. Made Perries hard nipples protrude through the thin sensual material.
She couldn't help but blush. Blush as they teased her. Told her they'd found her naughty side. Told her they now knew she was a secret bondage lover. They didn't know if it was true or not. The photographer didn't know if it was true or not. Didn't care if it was true or not. He was there to capture them. To trick them into being helpless. To ship them off to one of his most treasured client. So after a few more pictures. After another 5 or 6 minutes. 5 or 6 minutes that saw them strike even more poses. Saw them sitting over a chair or two. That saw them smiling and laughing. That saw them all end up with hard protruding nipples. More binding began. Began with Leigh-Anne. Leigh-Anne who appeared to have lost any sense of foreboding. Had appeared to have lost any of her fears. Any of her nerves.
She'd willing say on the chair. Had willingly stretched out her legs. Had willing let the photographer cross her ankles. Her red leather boot covered ankles. Had willing allowed them to be bound tightly. Had laughed as they became useless. Laughed at how the boots squeaked when she trying to move. Tried to twist and turn them. Giggled when he said she was clearly a naughty girl. Blushed when he bound her calves together. Together just below the knees. Teased the other. Teased them for not joining her instantly. Teased Jade till she joined her. Teased Jesy till she to found her legs restrained. Teased Perrie till she too allowed her legs to be bound tight.
They were having to much fun to stop. Were enjoying themselves to much to notice what was happening. Never gave it a thought when one by one. They had their lovely toned thighs bound tightly. Tightly just above the knee, tightly just below their butts. Butts they noticed seemed to get all the more pronounced. All the more shapely thanks to the ropes bitting grip. Once more they laughed and giggled. Once more the posed and faked terror. Once more they playfully twisted and turned. Once more they tried to move around. Once more they failed in their escape attempts.
With the photo studio filled with laughter. Filled with giggling. Filled with jollity. Not one of the sexy quartet really notice when they were laid face down. Face down on the deep pile carpeted floor. When they were placed in a tight hogtie. In an inescapable hogtie. Not one of them objected as he move them around. Not one of them seemed to notice just how powerless they had become. Not one of them even objected as he reached for the black metal bars. Metal bars with red leather straps.
Jade had once more been the first. The first to feel the bar between her lips. Feel it pull against the sides. The sides of her mouth. Feel her teeth bite down upon it. Feel it being buckled behind her head. Leigh-Anne had been the first to to tease her. Tease her about how she was no longer able to talk properly. Tease her about it was the first time she'd been shut up. Never said a word when she joined her. When she two was gagged. Perrie had been the last. The last one to be muffled. Had been the last chance to object. Yet she hadnt. Yet she'd just continued with the laughing. With the giggling.
Finally theyd become captives. Had become nothing more than four foolish captives. Had willingly. If unknowningly. Allowed themselves to become slaves. Slaves that would be soon shipped off. Off to pastures new. Off to a life of restraint. Off to a life as secual playthings. Playthings to a twisted master. The photographer had so enjoyed telling them. Had so enjoyed hearing their muffled screams. Had enjoyed watching their frantic struggles. Their pointless struggles. Had enjoyed making them watch. Watch as he wheeled in not one. Not two. Not even three. But four hard wooden crates. Had enjoyed hearing how they pleaded. How they begged. Had enjoyed how they reacted when he produced the last part of their torment. The last part of their torture.
At last the light bulb went on. At last one by one they realised what the zips were for. Why they sat between their legs. Between their butt cheeks. They might not have been experienced slaves. Might not have been the smartest of girls. But they could guess what the egg shaped device was for. Could guess where it went. Could guess what it was designed to do. As he approached they tried their best to shrink back. Tried there best to resist. Failed dismally. He went for Jesy first. Delighted in yanking down the zip. Lovely how she squealed as he forced it into her pussy. Loved how she gasped as it sprang to life. Loved how she began to moan when it's sexual torment took effect.
The others had soon followed. The room began to fill with sound once more. But there was no laughter now. Was no giggling. That had been replaced with moans. With gasps. With squeals. They hadn't been able to fight back. Hadn't been able to stop what happened. Hadnt been able to stop themselves being lifted up. From being placed in the crates. From being packaged up and loaded up. Loaded into the van.
For its.......
All of little mix
Three Christmas elves
Two yummy mummies
And
A naughty miss Santa for me
From the master of slavery........
For Perrie, Jesy, Jade, and Leigh-Anne. For all four members of "Little Mix". It had been sold as a charity photo shoot. As a Christmas themed charity photo shoot. As a play on the grinch that stole Christmas photo shoot. They'd willingly slipped into the skintight red spandex cat suits. Willingly gone without bras. Without panties. For they'd agreed with the huge muscular photographer. Had agreed panty lines and visible bra lines wouldn't look right. They'd willingly gone along with all he'd suggested. Hadn't even questioned why the sexy suits had only two zips. Yes only two zip. One that sat between their luscious legs. They other that sat between their perfect pert butt cheeks. Hadn't even questioned why so many coils of rope lay on the table. Why so they’d need so many coils of rope just for a fun photo shoot. Just for a fun if naughty photo shoot. Hadn't questioned what the strange black bars with red leather straps were for. What they'd be used for. Hadn't even questioned his naughty ideas. For they liked things a little naughty. Even a little kinky. For they honestly believed people would pay more for any images of them restrained. Restrained in those skin tight suits. Restrained with all that rope. Restrained even if playfully. They honestly. If foolishly believed in what they were doing. Believed in giving back. Believed in his convincing words and comments.
One by one they'd willingly allowed their wrists to be bound. Bound securely behind their backs. Bound tightly behind their backs. They’d laughed as they twisted and turned. Had showed their inability to escape. Their inability to work together to aid their escape. Jade. The kinkiest of them all had been first. Had begun the giggling and wriggling. As one after the other they joined her in helplessness. As he'd bound them all tightly. Jesy and Perrie had quickly followed. Even the slightly more unsure Leigh-Anne had gone along. Gone along as he told them to pose. To look scared. Look fearful. They bent over. Leaned into each other. Continued to play along as more followed. As first Jesy’s elbows were bound. Bound together tightly. As they others felt the same strain. Felt the same feelings of helplessness seep over them. Not one of them objected. Not one spoke up in uncertainty. For they were to busy sniggering. To busy making wise cracks. Wise cracks over the way the binding made their chests thrust forward. Made the thin sensual material stretch. Made Perries hard nipples protrude through the thin sensual material.
She couldn't help but blush. Blush as they teased her. Told her they'd found her naughty side. Told her they now knew she was a secret bondage lover. They didn't know if it was true or not. The photographer didn't know if it was true or not. Didn't care if it was true or not. He was there to capture them. To trick them into being helpless. To ship them off to one of his most treasured client. So after a few more pictures. After another 5 or 6 minutes. 5 or 6 minutes that saw them strike even more poses. Saw them sitting over a chair or two. That saw them smiling and laughing. That saw them all end up with hard protruding nipples. More binding began. Began with Leigh-Anne. Leigh-Anne who appeared to have lost any sense of foreboding. Had appeared to have lost any of her fears. Any of her nerves.
She'd willing say on the chair. Had willingly stretched out her legs. Had willing let the photographer cross her ankles. Her red leather boot covered ankles. Had willing allowed them to be bound tightly. Had laughed as they became useless. Laughed at how the boots squeaked when she trying to move. Tried to twist and turn them. Giggled when he said she was clearly a naughty girl. Blushed when he bound her calves together. Together just below the knees. Teased the other. Teased them for not joining her instantly. Teased Jade till she joined her. Teased Jesy till she to found her legs restrained. Teased Perrie till she too allowed her legs to be bound tight.
They were having to much fun to stop. Were enjoying themselves to much to notice what was happening. Never gave it a thought when one by one. They had their lovely toned thighs bound tightly. Tightly just above the knee, tightly just below their butts. Butts they noticed seemed to get all the more pronounced. All the more shapely thanks to the ropes bitting grip. Once more they laughed and giggled. Once more the posed and faked terror. Once more they playfully twisted and turned. Once more they tried to move around. Once more they failed in their escape attempts.
With the photo studio filled with laughter. Filled with giggling. Filled with jollity. Not one of the sexy quartet really notice when they were laid face down. Face down on the deep pile carpeted floor. When they were placed in a tight hogtie. In an inescapable hogtie. Not one of them objected as he move them around. Not one of them seemed to notice just how powerless they had become. Not one of them even objected as he reached for the black metal bars. Metal bars with red leather straps.
Jade had once more been the first. The first to feel the bar between her lips. Feel it pull against the sides. The sides of her mouth. Feel her teeth bite down upon it. Feel it being buckled behind her head. Leigh-Anne had been the first to to tease her. Tease her about how she was no longer able to talk properly. Tease her about it was the first time she'd been shut up. Never said a word when she joined her. When she two was gagged. Perrie had been the last. The last one to be muffled. Had been the last chance to object. Yet she hadnt. Yet she'd just continued with the laughing. With the giggling.
Finally theyd become captives. Had become nothing more than four foolish captives. Had willingly. If unknowningly. Allowed themselves to become slaves. Slaves that would be soon shipped off. Off to pastures new. Off to a life of restraint. Off to a life as secual playthings. Playthings to a twisted master. The photographer had so enjoyed telling them. Had so enjoyed hearing their muffled screams. Had enjoyed watching their frantic struggles. Their pointless struggles. Had enjoyed making them watch. Watch as he wheeled in not one. Not two. Not even three. But four hard wooden crates. Had enjoyed hearing how they pleaded. How they begged. Had enjoyed how they reacted when he produced the last part of their torment. The last part of their torture.
At last the light bulb went on. At last one by one they realised what the zips were for. Why they sat between their legs. Between their butt cheeks. They might not have been experienced slaves. Might not have been the smartest of girls. But they could guess what the egg shaped device was for. Could guess where it went. Could guess what it was designed to do. As he approached they tried their best to shrink back. Tried there best to resist. Failed dismally. He went for Jesy first. Delighted in yanking down the zip. Lovely how she squealed as he forced it into her pussy. Loved how she gasped as it sprang to life. Loved how she began to moan when it's sexual torment took effect.
The others had soon followed. The room began to fill with sound once more. But there was no laughter now. Was no giggling. That had been replaced with moans. With gasps. With squeals. They hadn't been able to fight back. Hadn't been able to stop what happened. Hadnt been able to stop themselves being lifted up. From being placed in the crates. From being packaged up and loaded up. Loaded into the van.
For its.......
All of little mix
Three Christmas elves
Two yummy mummies
And
A naughty miss Santa for me
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A lot of present under your tree 
! Keep it up!
! Keep it up!Pleased to see you're going on with this Christmas story, my friend
...a great present for all of us naughty ones, with nothing but coal under the tree
...a great present for all of us naughty ones, with nothing but coal under the tree
thank you both and stay tuned as parts 5, 6 and 7 will be here very soon
One the fifth day of Christmas 5 crates arrived for me
From the master of slavery
It was that time again. It was the time of Christmas parties. Of drunken party goers. Of large tips. Of stupid uniforms. Well it was for 21 year old hotel worker Amber and her friends. For Amber, Fiona, Meghan, Tina and Vivianne. As usual theyd served at the tables. As had become the norm. They'd worn the ridiculous. Skimpy. French maids uniforms. As usual they'd all had their lovely young butts pinched. Had, had their lovely young butts groped. Had, had their young butts spanked. Had bent over to retrieve the deliberly dropped forks. The deliberly dropped spoons. The deliberly drop napkins. Had spent more that long enough flashing their butts barely covered by the uniforms pleated skirt. Had spent more than enough time flashing the tops of their fishnet stockings. Flashing their black sarin panties. Had spent more than enough time being ogled. Had spent more than enough time listening crude comments. Listening to the worst of chat up lines. Listening to drunken men's learing, lustful remarks. Had felt relief when their shift was over. Had felt relief as they entered the hotels changing room.
No doubt they thought the worst of the night was over. No doubt as they sat and removed their shoes. As they rubbed their aching feet. As they compared stories of their night. Their stories of being groped. Spanked. And humiliated. Their thoughts turned toward home. Towards their beds. Towards rest and relaxation. But alas that want to be. For instead they saw the strange bright flash. Heard the strange hissing sound. Suddenly felt the sleepiness sweep over them. Felt their heads become light. Noticed their words become slurred. Noticed their sight become blurred. Blurred until finally the passed out. Until finally they slumped in their seats. Until finally they entered the land of slumber.
They never got to see the large muscular man in black. Never saw him enter. Saw him enter carrying the large black tool bag. They never saw the gas mask he wore. Never felt themselves being lowered to the chaling rooms hard. Cold concrete floor. Never felt their restraints being applied. He knew he wouldn't be disturbed. Had planned everything to perfection. He knew just where to start. Who to start with. Amber never felt herself being bound. Never felt the cock shaped gag being eased past her lovely red lips. Didn't know her lovely red lipstick had been smudged. Wouldn't see the effects past the leather panel that was placed over her mouth. That was buckled tightly behind her head. Never felt him remove her hair band. Never felt him remove her ponytail. Never felt him let down her lovely long brown hair. Never felt him slip the black leather blondfold over her eyes.
Just like she never felt her wrists being eased behind her back. Never felt the cold hard steel being locked in place. Never felt the ridged handcuffs pin them together. Just like she never felt the second pair being locked in place. Being locked just below her elbows. Just like she never felt his hands slip up the short pleated skirt of her uniform. Just like she never felt him caress. Grope and fondle not only her lovely young butt. But also her nice sweet pussy. Just like she never felt him slip his hand inside her black satin panties. Just like she never felt the strange egg shaped device being pushed inside her. Like she never felt it begin to slowly vibrate.
Amber never felt anything he did to her. Didn't feel how he continued his work in silence. Didn't feel the cold steel cuffs being locked around her ankles. Didn't feel the cold. Espcially designed thigh cuffs being locked in place. Didn't even feel her legs being bent back harshly. Didn't feel herself being hogcuffed tightly. By the time she awoke it was all over. Her friends and colleagues had been treat the same why. Had been cuffed. Had been caressed, groped, fondled. Had been sexually stimulated by the egg shaped vibrator. They'd all been left in their uniforms. Would be transported. Would be delivered to their new master. In their uniforms.
He'd had plenty of time to enjoy his captives. To enjoy their restraint. To enjoy their bodies. Yes Amber. At 21 was the youngest. Was beautiful. Was sexy. But then all the others were the same. That's way he'd picked them. Why he'd decided they were perfect for his client. Why he'd targeted them. Just like Amber. Fiona and Tina were brunettes. Were beautiful. Were sexy. Just as expected they had very different figures. For Amber was tall at 5' 9". Had an athletic figure. With long toned legs. And small firm 30 b-cup breasts. While Fiona was shorter at 5' 5". Was the shortest of the group. Was the curnviour that then the others. But that's not to say she was over weight. Was anything but curvy. Her arse was round but firm. Her breasts were large. Were 34 d cups. Were round and soft. Her eyes were as brown as her hair. Where as Ambers were a light grey. She was two years older than her friend. Was a year younger that Tina. The other brunette among the group. The tallest of the group. For Tina stood an impressive 5' 11". Without her heels. Her body was lovely. Her butt just right. Right for spanking. Her breasts were perfect. Perfect at 34 c-cups. Her eyes could melt even the hardest of hearts. Were a pale blue. Oh yes he'd enjoyed himself with these brunette beauties.
Yet that's not to say he didn't enjoy the time he spent with blonde haired Meghan. With 5" 7" tall Meghan. With green eyed. Meghan. With curvy. 32 c-cup Meghan. With helplessly trussed up and gagged Meghan. Or with the raven haired Vivianne. With the lovely dark eyed. Straight laced Asian Vivianne. For they were all gorgeous in their own ways. Were all helpless and secured. Were all of to pastures new. To the their home. To their new master.....
For its....
5 French maids,
All of little mix,
3 Christmas elves
2 yummy mummy's
And a naughy miss Santa for me.......
From the master of slavery
It was that time again. It was the time of Christmas parties. Of drunken party goers. Of large tips. Of stupid uniforms. Well it was for 21 year old hotel worker Amber and her friends. For Amber, Fiona, Meghan, Tina and Vivianne. As usual theyd served at the tables. As had become the norm. They'd worn the ridiculous. Skimpy. French maids uniforms. As usual they'd all had their lovely young butts pinched. Had, had their lovely young butts groped. Had, had their young butts spanked. Had bent over to retrieve the deliberly dropped forks. The deliberly dropped spoons. The deliberly drop napkins. Had spent more that long enough flashing their butts barely covered by the uniforms pleated skirt. Had spent more than enough time flashing the tops of their fishnet stockings. Flashing their black sarin panties. Had spent more than enough time being ogled. Had spent more than enough time listening crude comments. Listening to the worst of chat up lines. Listening to drunken men's learing, lustful remarks. Had felt relief when their shift was over. Had felt relief as they entered the hotels changing room.
No doubt they thought the worst of the night was over. No doubt as they sat and removed their shoes. As they rubbed their aching feet. As they compared stories of their night. Their stories of being groped. Spanked. And humiliated. Their thoughts turned toward home. Towards their beds. Towards rest and relaxation. But alas that want to be. For instead they saw the strange bright flash. Heard the strange hissing sound. Suddenly felt the sleepiness sweep over them. Felt their heads become light. Noticed their words become slurred. Noticed their sight become blurred. Blurred until finally the passed out. Until finally they slumped in their seats. Until finally they entered the land of slumber.
They never got to see the large muscular man in black. Never saw him enter. Saw him enter carrying the large black tool bag. They never saw the gas mask he wore. Never felt themselves being lowered to the chaling rooms hard. Cold concrete floor. Never felt their restraints being applied. He knew he wouldn't be disturbed. Had planned everything to perfection. He knew just where to start. Who to start with. Amber never felt herself being bound. Never felt the cock shaped gag being eased past her lovely red lips. Didn't know her lovely red lipstick had been smudged. Wouldn't see the effects past the leather panel that was placed over her mouth. That was buckled tightly behind her head. Never felt him remove her hair band. Never felt him remove her ponytail. Never felt him let down her lovely long brown hair. Never felt him slip the black leather blondfold over her eyes.
Just like she never felt her wrists being eased behind her back. Never felt the cold hard steel being locked in place. Never felt the ridged handcuffs pin them together. Just like she never felt the second pair being locked in place. Being locked just below her elbows. Just like she never felt his hands slip up the short pleated skirt of her uniform. Just like she never felt him caress. Grope and fondle not only her lovely young butt. But also her nice sweet pussy. Just like she never felt him slip his hand inside her black satin panties. Just like she never felt the strange egg shaped device being pushed inside her. Like she never felt it begin to slowly vibrate.
Amber never felt anything he did to her. Didn't feel how he continued his work in silence. Didn't feel the cold steel cuffs being locked around her ankles. Didn't feel the cold. Espcially designed thigh cuffs being locked in place. Didn't even feel her legs being bent back harshly. Didn't feel herself being hogcuffed tightly. By the time she awoke it was all over. Her friends and colleagues had been treat the same why. Had been cuffed. Had been caressed, groped, fondled. Had been sexually stimulated by the egg shaped vibrator. They'd all been left in their uniforms. Would be transported. Would be delivered to their new master. In their uniforms.
He'd had plenty of time to enjoy his captives. To enjoy their restraint. To enjoy their bodies. Yes Amber. At 21 was the youngest. Was beautiful. Was sexy. But then all the others were the same. That's way he'd picked them. Why he'd decided they were perfect for his client. Why he'd targeted them. Just like Amber. Fiona and Tina were brunettes. Were beautiful. Were sexy. Just as expected they had very different figures. For Amber was tall at 5' 9". Had an athletic figure. With long toned legs. And small firm 30 b-cup breasts. While Fiona was shorter at 5' 5". Was the shortest of the group. Was the curnviour that then the others. But that's not to say she was over weight. Was anything but curvy. Her arse was round but firm. Her breasts were large. Were 34 d cups. Were round and soft. Her eyes were as brown as her hair. Where as Ambers were a light grey. She was two years older than her friend. Was a year younger that Tina. The other brunette among the group. The tallest of the group. For Tina stood an impressive 5' 11". Without her heels. Her body was lovely. Her butt just right. Right for spanking. Her breasts were perfect. Perfect at 34 c-cups. Her eyes could melt even the hardest of hearts. Were a pale blue. Oh yes he'd enjoyed himself with these brunette beauties.
Yet that's not to say he didn't enjoy the time he spent with blonde haired Meghan. With 5" 7" tall Meghan. With green eyed. Meghan. With curvy. 32 c-cup Meghan. With helplessly trussed up and gagged Meghan. Or with the raven haired Vivianne. With the lovely dark eyed. Straight laced Asian Vivianne. For they were all gorgeous in their own ways. Were all helpless and secured. Were all of to pastures new. To the their home. To their new master.....
For its....
5 French maids,
All of little mix,
3 Christmas elves
2 yummy mummy's
And a naughy miss Santa for me.......
Another great episode, my friend
Can't wait cor day 6
Can't wait cor day 6
Thank you both part 6,7 and 8 should be up within the next couple of days
Well, Christmas is past But I hope, there are some deliveries of beautiful damsels to be made I enjoyed this Story very much!
But I hope, there are some deliveries of beautiful damsels to be made I enjoyed this Story very much!
Hi Caesar73, christmas is over and I got waylaid before I could post any more tales from the master of slavery, but I can post more if you'd like
I would like that very much! Thank you, @[mention]Bandit666[/mention]