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.