A Bondage Story

I was at a rock'n'roll concert when I met them. I am 6'2" tall, and have been lifting weights for a few years. I think I'm in pretty good shape, and so did the two identical blonde beauties that had the seats in front of me. They were both 5'7" tall, about 120 lbs, with 35-22-33 figures. Both wore white jumpsuits, which really accentuated their wonderful figures. I passed them a joint and struck up a conversation. Before I knew it, we were on our way out together, and my buddies were very envious.



I had ridden with one of my pals, so Suzy and Sally took me back to their townhouse in their van. It was totally fixed up, with a raised roof, captain's chairs front and back, and one of the best sounding stereos I'd ever heard. As we parked out in front of their place and finished another joint, Suzy said to me, "I bet this is a dream come true for you, coming home with both of us like this, isn't it?" "I have to admit that I'd have been smiling all day if I knew it was going to happen," I said. "Some more of your dreams may come true, but you have to agree to play by our rules, or not at all. Do you agree?" "Sure. I agree," I answered, sensing even more that I was in for a really good time.



The inside of their town home was done all in white; carpets, couches, bookcases, lamps. It was really quite impressive, and I told them so. "We think you're pretty impressive, too, and we'd like to see you pose some of your muscles," said Sally. I happily obliged; flexing my powerful muscles." You're very strong," they both agreed, and I smiled. First one, and then the other gave me a deep french kiss. My seven inch muscle was so hard it throbbed, and as Suzy ran her hand lightly over my crotch, she said, "Remember your promise? Put your hands behind your back, and hold still." When I did as I was told, Sally handcuffed my hands together







"Now pull down my zipper, with your teeth!"



I gladly knelt down in front of her, taking her jumpsuit zipper in my mouth, and slowly worked it down over her body, loving the smell of her, feeling her heat. She had no bra on, and I playfully ran my nose between her twin mounds as I passed them, only letting go when the zipper reached its end at her crotch. I remember kneeling there, a huge smile on my face, her love box inches from my face, when my arms were pulled up sharply behind me, and a foot pressed against the center of my back f***ed me to crash face first on the floor, suddenly in pain. My arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets as Sally pushed them higher, and I cried out in pain, trying to get away. Sally quickly grabbed my balls with her other hand, and ordered me to be still. I laid quietly, and very still on the floor, very much aware of the perils I faced if I disobeyed her. My arms and balls hurt like hell.



Suzy laughed as she ran from the room, and in a moment came back and put a thick leather collar around my neck. Sally twisted my balls a little more as she let my arms down, only so that Suzy could attach the handcuff chain to a short chain dangling from the back of the collar. My arms were once again pulled up tight behind my back, and now I felt the pressure on my neck, also. Suzy quickly attached two ankle straps to me, and hooked their rings together with another short piece of chain. Only then did Sally release her death grip on my f****y jewels. I heard them both laugh above me as I struggled in my bonds, realizing how effectively these two relatively puny girls had confined me, and I was no longer sure I was in for a good time. "That's right," one of them said, "let's see you flex all those muscles." They both laughed again.



"We've both dreamed and planned for this night for a long time," Suzy told me. "I hope you're as strong as you look, because you're going to need every ounce of it." "Let me go!" I shouted, only to hear both of them laugh again, and then I was blindfolded. They made me crawl into the garage, which they had fixed up for their 'special' night. I felt a snap clip attached to the front of my collar, and I was pulled to my feet. They attached more chains to my ankle straps, and pulled my legs far apart, then hooked ropes to my wrists, unhooked the handcuffs, and pulled my hands far over my head. Then they took off the blindfold, and laughed again as I surveyed the room. It was an S&M heaven, with all types of restraining devices, tables, and chains suspended from the ceiling. I knew I was in trouble.



"If you let me go now," I told them in as masculine and powerful a voice as I could, "I won't hurt you when I get loose." They both just laughed at me. "Otherwise I'm going to beat your fucking asses when I do!" They laughed even harder. They each produced a pair of scissors from a set of drawers, and Sally said, "Let's see what we've got here." To my horror they proceeded to cut my clothes off of me. I tried to struggle, but I was helpless and they just laughed even harder. I watched as my shirt fell to the floor in shreds, then my designer jeans. I had worn sandals, and even these were cut off of me. Soon I stood in only my briefs and my leather belt. Unlike other stories I have read in your magazine, I didn't have a hard-on at all, I was much too frightened. As the cold scissors slid into my last stitch of clothing, I whimpered like a baby, afraid of what those scissors could do, and closed my eyes as my ruined jockey shorts fell to the floor.



"Not bad," I heard them say as they walked around me. I opened my eyes as Sally took my cock in her hand, stroking it softly. "He doesn't seem to be having much fun yet. Maybe we can change that." I couldn't help but respond as she expertly fondled my pride and joy, and her s****r slowly stepped out of her jumpsuit, revealing her exquisite body, clad only in sheer white bikini panties. Then she came to me and rubbed her tits all over me as she kissed me deeply again, and took over where her s****r left off, so that she too could strip. My cock stood straight out from my body as they blindfolded me again. They laughed as I winced, feeling my testicles pushed into a small leather sack, which was snugly tied at the top. "Ouch!" I cried as they attached a weight to it, pulling my helpless balls toward the floor.



"C'mon weightlifter, lift this weight," Suzy chided. "Don't go away, we'll be right back," she said, and they laughed all the way from the room. I stood there for what seemed an eternity, wondering what they were going to do to me, even if I would live. My balls didn't hurt, but the weight on them was a constant reminder of what had been done to me, as if my bonds weren't enough. I tried with all my strength, but I couldn't free myself from their chains. Finally I heard them come back into the room. When they took off my blindfold, I couldn't help but be impressed with them both. They were identically dressed, except Suzy wore red, and Sally wore black. They each had on a corset, laced tightly in the back, with half cups for their gorgeous tits, which stuck out firmly, their big nipples protruding from dark aureoles. At the bottom of the corsets were garters that held up their net stockings, and they had matching five inch heels. Both had snow white bushes on their pussies, and perfectly round asses. My cock jumped a little just at the sight of them.



"From now on," Sally told me, "you will address both of us as Mistress. You will not speak without our permission, nor do anything else without our express permission. But understand, you are here to serve us. Do you understand, fully?" I looked at my two beautiful twin captors, and realized I could be in for a really good time, after all. "Yes," I answered. "Yes, what?" she shouted at me. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "That will cost you," Suzy said. "Every time you displease us, it will cost you, do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress."



"Good. You must have noticed that we left your belt on you. We did that for a two reasons. First, we wondered why it was so thick, when it wasn't really even needed to hold up your pants. We wanted you to feel it against your skin. Second, you threatened to 'beat our fucking asses,' if we didn't let you go earlier. I think you would have used that thick belt on us, so we're going to use it on you, for just that same purpose. You will also learn who are the bosses, and who is the slave!" I struggled in vain as Sally shoved a ball gag in my mouth, tying it around my head, and Suzy unbuckled my belt. I watched in the full length mirror in front of me as Suzy stepped behind me, and began whipping me with my own belt! My ass and the back of my thighs were on fire as she used the full swing of her arm to hit me, and even though tears were coming down my face, my cock was growing hard!



"I think he likes it," Sally commented to her s****r as she squeezed my hard-on. They then took out the gag, and made me promise to be their slave, and to do everything they said, without question. I didn't want to, but Suzy kept running the belt over my flesh as they told me what to say. They then attached another belt around my waist, and one at a time let my arms down, only to have them strapped securely to the belt. Then they freed my legs, and ordered me to my knees. First one, and then the other stepped in front of me and allowed me to lick her pussy, instructing me exactly how they liked it done. I have always loved to eat pussy, and both of these were juicy delights. I realized that if my slavery consisted of lots of this, I would be a happy slave. I had to bring each of them to an orgasm, using only my tongue. It was a pleasure.



When each had come, they ordered me to crawl over to a mat on the floor. They chained me spread eagle on it, then put a large blanket over my entire body. It had a hole in it, however, large enough for my cock and balls to stick through. They took the leather sack off my balls, and after threatening severe punishment, took turns riding my cock for their enjoyment. I'm not made of steel, and I try as I might, the feeling of their tight, hot pussies finally made me come. I cried out beforehand, and whoever was riding me quickly got off. They specifically didn't want me to come inside of them. My cock shot a long, hot load of come into something they put under it. Then they uncovered me, and told me they were angry I had come without permission, and that I would have to pay for it.



They had me crawl over to an old fashioned stock, which they put my head and wrists into, so that I was bent over at the waist, parallel to the floor. Then they put a four foot leg spreader on me, leaving me helpless. "When the settlers first arrived in Salem, this was how they punished their women. As you can see, you can't see behind you. Then at night those hypocritical men would come and have their way with her, and she would be as helpless as you are to stop it.



"Sally, didn't he say he would 'beat our fucking asses?'" "I do believe that's what he said," Sally agreed. Suzy stepped in front of me, and I started to protest loudly, seeing the nine inch dildo strapped around her waist, and knowing what she was going to do with it. She silenced me by forcing it into my mouth, making me 'suck her cock.' I felt Sally running her hands lightly across my buttocks, and in between the crack. She then stepped around in front of me, also wearing a 'cock' that I had to suck. As I did, Suzy stepped behind me, and greased my virgin ass. I pleaded with them to stop, but a moment later I felt the stiff rubber cock at my anus, and slowly but surely, she pushed it inside!



It hurt like hell at first, but soon I relaxed my sphincter muscles as my Mistress fucked my ass. Tears were running down my cheeks as they humiliated me, fucking me with one while I sucked the other. They took turns fucking me, then, and I wondered what kind of man I was, because I began to like it! Finally, Sally said, "Now we can really 'beat his fucking ass,' can't we?" I felt the riding crops slap down hard on my ass, and I shook my hips back and forth, trying in vain to escape it. They had left a dildo sticking deep inside me as they did to me what I had threatened to do to them. Although tears streamed down my face, my cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I was very excited.



They freed one of my hands, and ordered me to jerk myself off. They let the riding crops run up and down my legs, and across my back as I stroked my meat. I felt the dildo moving in and out again, and finally I cried out as the biggest orgasm of my life shook me, making me very dizzy and weak at the knees. When I was done coming, my Mistresses walked around in front of me holding my come from both orgasms in a bowl, and made me lick up every drop.



They released me from the stock, only to attach my hands to the belt again, and made me piss in a bottle. I was then tied back down on the mat, and the blanket was again put over me, with my cock and balls sticking through. I was told I could sl**p.



For the rest of that weekend, my two beautiful twin mistresses used and abused me, making me wear girl's underwear as they took pictures, and teaching me that all my strength was nothing to them. They dropped me off in front of my apartment late Sunday night in a bra and panties, and luckily no one saw me run inside. They took my number, and I have gone back three times, each time getting better and better. Last time they invited seven of their girlfriends, and I had to wait on all of them in bra and panties, servicing their every desire, accepting every stroke of their whips.



I love both my mistresses, and I am their slave. Next weekend I have promised to bring an unsuspecting friend with me, and I know just the one. He is a real chauvinist, and I'm sure my mistresses will teach him the error of his ways, no matter how much it hurts him.



The End
Spice16
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1 year ago
xxx
1 year ago
hell of a tell
2 years ago
good story