"WHAT do you think you're doing!" Amanda snapped. I jumped, guiltily; "nothing, mistress..." I pleaded, despite the evidence - I had been left to dress in my maid outfit for the afternoon, but the sight of myself in the mirror, basqued, stockinged, heeled, pantied and gloved had proved too erotic for my weak will, and I had begun posing for myself, pouting and preening....My cock had grown with my erotic narcissism, and I couldn't resist wrapping my gloved fingers round myself, starting to stroke.....it felt so good, and no-one would know, or so I thought!
I was really stiff, eyes closed, moaning and pumping my lovely prick when my mistress walked in! I must have made quite a sight in front of the mirror, legs wide, cock in hand, hips thrusting...but this was strictly forbidden! I wqas only to come for the amusement of my mistresses and their friends. I wasn't going to get away lightly!
Amanda said nothing, just strode to the drawers - "Oh no, she's pulling out a pile of stockings; that only means one thing - I'm going to be tied up this afternoon!" I thought to myself. The idea hardly made me less excited, and I unconciously continued to tease myself..."Stop that at once, you naughty girl!" Amanda shouted. "And turn around with your hands behind you!" She was really mad, and I felt my wrists being grabbed, crossed and very tightly cinched with a stocking, then my elbows drawn together with another loop. "I'm sorry Mistr-" was all I got out as she said "Bad girls don't get to talk!" and gagged me with panties and a silk scarf drawn tightly into my mouth. "That will do for now," she said, hobbling and leashing me with more stockings "I came to bring you to meet someone, and now you'll have to go like this!"
With that she dragged me behind her, struggling to keep my balance on my tethered ankles, down the stairs from my attic room to the first floor, and into her bedroom. There stood two gorgeous twins, both tall brunettes with perfect figures. They were dressed as maids, and by their posture had their wrists bound behind them. They wore ballgags, and were collared and leashed together. "Ashley, meet Fifi and Zaza - you WERE going to take charge of them, but it seems by your behaviour you can't be trusted, so I'm going to put them in charge of YOU!" With that she began untying the twins but left their gags. "Well girls, what do you think we should do with this? She was found pleasuring herself against orders - I think a period contemplating the error of her ways, don't you? Both nodded and smiled at me. They took me to the bed and made me sit on it, then started taking bondage materials - lots of them - out of the drawers.
They used black pantyhose to truss me; my legs were pressed together and one leg of the hose was drawn up to my waist, then the other leg used to tightly tie my thighs. The next pair constricted my legs further, and bound my knees; the third pair my ankles. My legs were completely sheathed in gleaming black nylon, tightly drawn. Then they sheathed my arms behind me in a similar fashion, tying tightly round my chest to weld my arms to my body - I was helpless and so excited, never having been bound so unusually before! My prick renewedits hardness, but frustratingly I had no way of touching myself through the slick layers - however I was rolled onto my tummy and, as a finishing touch, hogtied tightly, allowing me at least to rub my stiffness on the bed...
"You disgusting girl! When will you learn you only do that when Diana or I tell you to!" Amanda snapped, spanking me smartly. "Honestly, it's time you learned this lesson! Fifi, Zaza, do what you want with him this afternoon!" saying this she strode out, heels clicking, tight skirt outlining her marvellous figure. I was left to the mercies of the two maids....
They sat at either side of me on the bed and began to touch me, stroking my bonds as I struggled and moaned, getting more excited - to be captured by two maids was a fantasy of mine! They too were becoming turned on and started to gag kiss over me, grabbing each other tightly - it was then I noticed the hardness under the bried skirts, inside their silky panties....they too were crossdressers! They began to fondle one another, still kissing, their pricks stiffening by the mutual handling - how I wished I was being touched like that! They took each other firmly in hand and began to jerk in earnest over my bound helplessness....
The figure lay quietly on the bed in the small attic bedroom of the secluded house. Little movement was really possible given the tight laced web that enfolded it, but there were some sounds; quiet, gagged breathing, silky little noises of stockinged thighs rubbing, or corset against nylon bonds. The gloved fingers sometimes fluttered, quite helplessly, and there were flurries of small movements as the body pulled against its restraints, but otherwise nothing....
I had been "put to bed" for the afternoon, as my dominatrixes had other affairs and didn't need their toy until later....as usual, I was clothed in a corset with black silk stockings tautly attached, brief silk panties, heels and long gloves, made up and wigged to perfection as demanded by my mistresses Amanda and Diana. I had been abducted by them after being caught, cock in hand, in a women's changing room wearing lingerie, and my life in the weeks since then had revolved around dressing, bondage, and being displayed and made to masturbate for their (and their friends) amusement.
Amanda had tied me this time, straddling me on the bed as she crossed and cinched my wrists, then pulled my elbows together as I gasped..."Nothing like stockings for tightness, eh darling?" she smiled as she tugged at my gloved arms, "lovely soft silky feel, but the knots are sooo firm!" She laced my forearms criss-cross from wrist to elbow - unneccesary, but she never used one when two will do - and bound my upper arms to my chest, round the top of my corset several times. I wasn't getting out of this one.
Sliding down, she grabbed my delicate ankles and quickly had them knotted and cinched up tight, then above and below my knees, followed by my thighs, allowing her fingers to "accidentally" brush my silk sheathed bulge, excited as I already was by the sexy lingerie and tight restraints. "Save that for later - you know what we will want then, don't you, bitch?" Amanda said. I knew alright - the humiliation of having to pump myself, in lingerie, in front of an audience of women, or being bound and forced to cum for them by anyone who wanted to abuse me....and woe betide if I didn't! I sighed, and Amanda said "Oh yes, a gag of course...." and standing up, walked over to the drawer. I lay helpless on my tummy, watching her backside wiggle in her sheath skirt as she moved... she returned with panties, another stocking, and duct tape. Rolling over, I automatically opened my mouth for the gag. "Good girl!" said Amanda, stuffing the panties in and knotting the stocking round my mouth "Close those lips now!". As I did she taped my mouth shut, sealing my lips with several wide bands of duct tape. The only noise I could make was a faint mewling..."Mmmm, that's SUCH a sexy noise!" Amanda said smilingly, "especially from a nice and helpless bound toy!"
With that she was on me again, stockings in hand, bringing my tied ankles up to my bound wrists, pulling, knotting, cinching....when she had finished I was truly helpless in my bonds. All I could do (and did!) was wriggle a little, moan, and fall over on my side - "Now you know you'll be more comfy on your tummy, Ashley dear," Amanda said, righting me, "We may be a while, so go sleepy-byes for mummy..." and she flounced out, locking the door and leaving me alone to endure my captivity at her hands.
I was in my favourite lingerie department of a large store, buying a little something for my "girlfriend" that day. I was fondling a lovely pair of sheer aristoc silk seamed stockings and a new pair of black silk panties, and was just thinking about a great new figure hugging basque when I saw them from the corner of my eye. They were two of the most attractive, elegant women I had seen for a long time - tall and slim, wearing tight pencil skirts and silk blouses, with short jackets which really showed off their figures. They both wore very high heeled, black court shoes, and the way they moved and looked reminded me of John Willie's drawings in "Bizzare" of elegant, cruel women....they were having quite an effect on me, especially when one of them looked at me, then smiled and said something to her companion.....
I was getting so turned on, by the women and being surrounded by lingerie, that I just HAD to do something about it! Looking round and seeing I was unobserved, I made my way to a changing cubicle in the corner; pulling the curtain tightly shut behind me, I quickly undid my trousers and let them fall...I was of course wearing panties, suspender belt and stockings beneath them, as well as a silk teddy under my shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror - I have slim legs, a small, rounded bottom, a flat tummy, and long slender arms, so I think I look quite good in lingerie....I could feel my cock rising in my panties, straining the thin material, so I rubbed my palm over its length through the silk. It felt so good to touch myself, see myself as a sexy woman in the mirror, run my hands over my taut stockings and tight ass, then free my hardening prick from its restraint and start to jerk slowly, legs spread wide! I teased my cock until I was fully hard, then began slowly pumping my shaft with one hand, holding my balls with the other - I was so involved with my own image and pleasure that I never heard the small sounds from outside the cubicle.
Suddenly the curtain was pulled back, and I saw the two women filling the entrance! I was helplessly caught, hard cock in hand, wearing women's underwear, jerking off in a changing cubicle! Before I could speak the blond woman said;
"Well Amanda, look at this little slut! Just what we had in mind, I think? The bitch even has her own lingerie!" Her companion, tall with black glossy hair in a severe bob, replied;
"Mmmmm, you may be right Diana - but we'll have to indoctrinate her first; shouldn't be too hard..." To me she snapped "Don't worry, no-one else has seen you - and they won't if you come with us and do exactly as we say! Otherwise, you get exposed right now!" I nodded mutely, too embarassed to remonstrate or even speak. "Cover that up and follow us out quickly then!" she commanded. I did so, and was relieved to see that no-one was around as we left the lingerie department. I followed the women at a few paces, admiring their looks and how they walked even in my haze. Where were they taking me?
The answer was to a Bentley with darkened windows, parked outside the front of the store. There was a female chauffeur who opened the rear door for Diana; then Amanda indicated that I should get in next, followed by her. The door shut; I was sandwiched between two attractive women in the back of a large car, going somewhere unknown to me...I was nervous, but also excited and still half erect, which I tried to conceal by crossing my legs. "Forget that!" said Diana. "Uncross those legs!" Then they both began to strip my male clothes from me, ripping my shirt off, so I was left, blushing, in only my lingerie. "Well, we are a sexy little slut aren't we?" said Diana, her hand on my thigh, "All dressed up just for yourself? Such a waste!" I was getting excited again, my prick hardening by feeling their hands on my body, when suddenly they acted as one, grabbing me and throwing me across their laps, holding me down!. I felt a loop of cord encircle one wrist as it was dragged behind my back to meet its mate, and both were tied tightly, wound with several loops and cinched. My elbows were next as cord was looped round them and they were dragged closer together, making my arms useless...it all happened so quickly that I couldn't react, only writhe around on their laps. I tried kicking my heels up but received a few sharp smacks that deterred me, so I passively let my captors continue their very through job of binding me! My ankles were lashed together, the cord biting through the filmy nylon, and my legs were also tied and cinched above and below my knees. I was a helpless captive, all that was needed to finish it was a..."Mmmppphhh!" I managed as a silk scarf was thrust into my mouth, followed by wide tape across my lips.
The women sat me upright again between them. This time there was no concealing the huge hard-on I developed while being bound over their knees, my cock rubbing against their tight skirts - how did they know that bondage in lingerie turned me on so much? I had spent many hours tightly tieing and gagging myself, writhing and squirming on my bed, dreaming I was Sweet Gwen trussed by U69, until my moans and writhings and my reflection in the mirror made me so hard I came into my panties!
This was heaven for me, to be bound and gagged by two beautiful women, and I simply couldn't help my excitement. My rigid cock straining for release in my panties felt so good I squirmed in my seat, trying to get some friction against my cockhead. "You'll have to do something about THAT, " said Amanda, "or she'll never fit her panties properly - and she's certainly in no position to do it herself." she continued, eyeing my trussed figure. "I'll see to it, "said Diana. I hardly believed it when her gloved hand snaked out and into my panties, freeing my cock, only to be captured again in her fingers, pulling my foreskin back slowly, langourously until it it was tight, my cockhead bulging, then moving back up the shaft, her fingers laced around me, squeezing....
Diana pulled the stocking tighter. She pulled until the stockings cut deep into my soft, white flesh, compressing the skin. My elbows inched closer together with each tug of the nylons, and the expression on my face told of the suffering I endured. The precum glistening on the cockhead at the end of my rigid shaft told of the pleasure I endured.
One more loop of the black, silky stocking. One more twist around my left arm, and finally my elbows touched. "Ummmmmphf!!" came my muffled groan. "What's the matter darling? Too tight?" Diana's voice shook, both from the exertion of pulling the stockings tighter, and from the excitement as she worked on her helpless captive.
As she walked around the lingerie clad kneeling Ashley, she inspected her work.
Diana wore a leather basque, stockings, elbow length gloves and heels. Her taut body glowed with perspiration as she strutted proudly round me.
I shuddered as my cock expressed its excitement with Diana's inspection.
As I knelt before her, her tight bondage worked its way into every tied corner of my body.
My elbows were touching, tied painfully together. My gloved wrists were crossed and tied also. My knees were bound both above and below my knees, keeping my stockinged thighs in a constant soft caress of each other. My ankles were crossed behind me and tied also. I couldn't move an inch. I squirmed as she continued walking around me, inspecting my lingerie and bonds.
My eyes were opened wide with anticipation. I wanted to cry out to my mistress to stroke me, but my mouth was gagged.
Diana had placed her panties in my mouth, packing it tightly with her taste. Her panties were held in place by two wide strips Of adhesive tape, forming a neat criss cross pattern over my sexy, lipsticked lips.
I wanted my hard cock in her fingers; I was stiff and dripping with anticipation. I loved bondage. I loved to be tied tightly. I loved the sexual foreplay that only Diana knew how to bring out to its fullest. I wanted to cum helplessly for my Mistress. I was a hot, hard crossdressed bondage slut!!
"You know this cock should be hard for me, don't you girl?" she spoke in a low soothing voice. I nodded my head up and down. You know it's only for me to play with, don't you slave?" Her words were like a statement; my head bobbed.
I felt my prick get even harder; I wanted Diana's palm holding my shaft.. My cock felt like it was a foot long. I throbbed in need, kneeling before my Dominatrix; I wanted Diana to pump me, tied tightly, in my lingerie.
I wanted to be jerked like the wanton slave I had become. Hard. Long. Forever..
I wanted to be masturbated while tied in my tight bondage. I wanted Diana to tease and fondle my aching cock and heavy, cum-filled balls in her slim, gloved fingers. I wanted to serve my Mistress!
The tip of breast brushed my cheek as Diana stopped and bent over. Her gloved hands snaked down my back, checking the stockings. Feeling my silky corset and naked skin. Checking her knots, that held me helpless for her. I shivered at her touch; my cock tingled uncontrollably.
"Not bad, Ashley, maybe you need them tighter though," she whispered in my ear as her hands caressed my back. "Mmmmmmm... " my own gagged moan of desire made my cock twitch.
"Maybe you need them much tighter to properly serve me," she continued.
I wanted to scream that she could do anything, but please jerk me -and NOW!.
My head bobbed frantically up and down. I needed my cock to explode, but her words just drove my desire higher.
She absent-mindedly rubbed her stockinged legs against the soft smooth flesh of my face, almost as if I weren't there. It drove me crazy with lust. It was so close, yet so far. My orgasm was building deep inside me, and I knew it was going to be a big one - it was one Of those slow building, almost painful cums that took their time to rush forth. I wanted to wait, but didn't want to wait. I was going higher and with her teasing, her taunting. My aroused need.
"Do you want me to play with your cock while you are in bondage?" she whispered. My prick pulsed. "Do you want me to jerk you HARD until you cum in your bonds, slave?" she asked. My shaft throbbed, leaking precum, but frustrated with no friction.... The floor under my bound legs was wet from my cock juice. I had never been so turned on in my life!
My eyelids closed in passion. I felt my body convulse as my orgasm started rushing through me. I was starting to cum already and my cruel masturbatrix had not even touched me!
"Now, I don't want you to cum yet," she whispered as I fought for self control. My knees and thighs were grinding against each other, trying to strain for the release that my rigid prick craved. I wanted my orgasm so-o badly, but knew that I must wait if Diana so wished. My cock was on fire with lust. My stockinged ankles chafed. My elbows ached as my whole body convulsed, straining for orgasm, then backing off.
"Mmmmmmmmm... " again my muffled groan of ecstasy filled the room.
Diana reached down again and started to caress her breasts. They jutted out firmly from her topless basque, and her nipples were as hard as diamonds. Her hands cupped her breasts, then kneaded the firm flesh. Ashley was a superb specimen of shemale beauty. Perfect in every way - and so submissive! Diana's pussy tingled as she continued to torment her kneeling slave.
I could feel the stiffness of Diana's nipple as it danced lightly over my face. I wanted that knob in my lips. She spoke.
"You like this, don't you Ashley. You like being my slave, don't you?" I could not deny my need to be submissive. To be used for Diana's pleasure, for it would become my own.
"You like my tits rubbing your face, don't you?" she continued talking in her soothing voice.
"You'd like my tits round your prick, wouldn't you!" her last words were a sneer as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
She looked down deep into me as I opened my eyelids and looked back.
The look between the two was one of pure lust. My cock was oozing now. Hot, rock-hard and wet. If Diana didn't touch me soon I was going to go cum, I was sure!
"Hmmmm, what's this?" she said as her hands walked their way down my tight, flat stomach. Ashley looks so sexy, tied like this, Diana thought to herself as she knelt down, following the movement of her hands. She dipped her right hand between my bound, stockinged thighs... They were so tightly tied together that she had to work her fingers between my soft flesh until she freed my achingly hard cock. I almost swooned against her as her fingers touched me, then firmly grasped the slick shaft of my throbbing hard-on...
