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BOOK 1

 

Chapter 8

 

����� �We are right next door to Beth.� That�s why I used the earplugs, so she won�t hear us.�� Traci stamped her shackled foot and made some noise behind her gag.� �Getting a little antsy, are we?� she asked, teasing one of Traci�s nipples that was protruding prominently through the tight vinyl.� Traci nodded.� �This is your room for the weekend.� I thought you would like to see it.�� Connie reached up and unbuckled the blindfold.� Traci stared in disbelief.� Directly in front of her was a four poster bed identical to Connie�s and Beth�s, but that was the only similarities of the bedrooms.�

���� The bed was the only piece of normal furniture in the room.� The floors and walls were bare concrete with large metal rings attached to them.� There were several metal cages of varying sizes.� One that hung by chains from the ceiling looked like a large bird cage.� In one corner sat a large plastic animal crate with a metal mesh door.� It was similar to the kind used by airlines to ship large dogs.� There was a wooden table with a leather covered top and many tie down rings.� Several benches of different styles sat across from the table.� Assorted straps and rings embedded in the padded leather covered tops.� In the opposite corner of the dog crate was a large wooden X frame covered in thick leather straps.� Next to it was a large steel wardrobe cabinet.� The other wall contained wooden stocks and pillories.� Beside them was a long wooden box that looked like a coffin.� At the foot of the bed was a metal pole that went from the floor to the ceiling.� Unbuckles leather straps were bolted to it every six inches up to a height of about six feet.� �What�s your pleasure sweetie� Connie joked.� �I think the Marquis De Sade did the interior decorating in here.� It�s not really as bad as it looks.� I�ve spent a lot of time in here.� She grabbed Traci by the strap around her waist and dragged her across the room, the chain between her ankles chattering on the concrete as she moved.� �First thing is that I have to use the bathroom, so I�m going to put you away for a little bit.�� They stopped in front of the dog crate.� �This should do the job.�� Traci shook her head and tried to pull away, but Connie had a good grip on the waist belt.� �Don�t even think of putting up a struggle now, Traci.� You�re hardly in any position to put up a fight.� Would you rather I put you in that one?�� She gestured towards the coffin shaped box.� �Trust me.� That one really sucks.�� Traci shook her head, eyes wide.� �I�ll tell you�ll what I�ll do.� I�ll get you something to keep you company while I�m gone.�� She pulled Traci across the room to the large metal cabinet.� It was six feet high and four feet wide.� She unlocked it with her keys and swung the doors open.� Inside was every bondage device every invented, or so Traci thought.�

���� There were many leather straps of different lengths and thickness, and about the same assortment of chains.� Ropes of every color, style, and thickness were wrapped up in little bundles, and hanging from hooks.� There were many gags, blindfolds, hoods, and many other leather harnesses and bondage devices that Traci had no clue what their purpose were.� Connie opened a drawer and pulled out a huge black dildo.� It was about the size of a large ear of corn.� �Think it would fit?� she asked with a smile.� Traci shook her head very negatively.� She replaced it in the drawer and brought out a butt plug.� It was about the size of a can of soup at its widest point and just a bit taller.� �How about this one?� she teased.� This was follow by another series of gagged negatives.� She put it back in the drawer and brought out a slim pink vibrator.� It was about two inches around and about six inches long.� The controls were on the base.� �Is this a better size?�� Traci looked at her skeptically, and the she realized why.� �It�s for your pussy.�� Traci nodded.� Connie went behind her and unlocked the strap that ran through her crotch.� She knelt down in front of her and carefully unzipped the zipper that covered her crotch.� She could smell Traci�s arousal.� She dipped a finger into her.� �No lubrication needed here.�� She turned the vibrator on and slowly worked it inside of her.� Traci moaned into her gag.� When she had the plastic missile fully inserted, she turned it on high, and pulled the crotch strap back over it.� She came back around behind her and tightened it up.� The strap bisected her vaginal lips and pushed it in further.� Connie clicked the padlock shut.� �Come on now� she said leading Traci back to the crate by her leash.� Traci was having a hard time walking.� �Get on your knees and back in.� It�s easier that way.�

���� Traci gave her one last pleading look as Connie opened the crate door.� �In you go, I�ll be back before you know it.�� Traci got on her knees, bent forward, and backed into the plastic crate.� Once she was all the way in, Connie closed the door, latched it, and locked it with a padlock.� She said goodbye, and left while Traci was still trying to get comfortable.� She was on her knees, bent forward, with her bound arms almost touching the top of the crate.� She knew that wasn�t going to work.� She got her legs out from under her, and slid to the back wall.� She still had to duck her head forward.� She slid down and forward by bending her knees; there wasn�t enough room to straighten them all the way out.� Her arms rested against the back wall with her leaning on them, but at least she could straighten her neck.� She was as close to comfortable as she was going to get.�

���� Traci amused herself by pulling up on her arms bound across her back.� This tightened the crotch strap and forced the vibrating intruder farther into her.� By doing it, she could move it in and out about an inch.� It also caused the leather strap to rub against her clit which was enlarged, and hungry for attention.

���� Two orgasms later, Connie returned to the room carrying a tray of sandwiches and drinks.� �It doesn�t look like it�s so bad in there now� she laughed.� Traci looked at her sheepishly.� She could picture it from Connie�s view through the wire mesh.� She had her ankles spread out as far as the tether chain would allow.� Her knees were bent and pushed wide against the crate sides as she jerked on the crotch strap to stimulate herself.� Her red, swollen labia protruded on either side of the black, leather strap.� �Are you ready to come out and eat?�� Traci nodded the best she could.� She unlocked and opened the door, and Traci slowly extricated herself.� She stood and stretched her cramped muscles.� Turning around, she offered the lock on the gag�s buckle to Connie.� She unlocked it and took it off.� It came out with a loud slurping sound, as Traci tried to contain the excess moisture in her mouth.� Connie brought a glass to Traci�s lips.� It was rum and coke again.� �Do you want a little midnight snack?� Connie asked.� �It�s midnight already?�� �Almost� Connie answered.� She unlocked the crotch strap and unbuckled it.� The vibrator dropped out into her hand.� She turned it off and tossed it on the bed.� She careful zipped up the crotch of Traci�s cat suit, but left the strap dangling.� �Does this mean that you�re going to let me loose?� Traci asked.� �If I do, will you give me any problems when it�s time to re-bind you?�� �No, I�ll do whatever you ask, I promise� Traci said solemnly.�

����� Constance slowly undid the leather straps that bound Traci, leaving the ankle cuffs, hobble chain, and wrist cuffs locked on.� She then attached a six inch chain between the wrist cuffs.� �Let�s eat� said Connie.� �There are about five different kinds of sandwiches.� They are left over from a party that Mr. Proctor had the night before last.�� �Did you get to attend the party?�� Traci inquired.� �Sure, I attend all of them.� I look very similar to when I just walked in the room, except my uniform is black and white, and the tray is sterling silver.�� �Do you have to do kinky things in front of the guests?�� �No, never.� All of Mr. Proctor�s kinky side is kept very secret.� If there are people over for an event, and we�re being punished; he will either let us out until they leave, or lock us away out of sight and hire outside servers.� It all depends on his mood, and what we�ve done to get in trouble.�� �Can we eat in your room?� This place gives me the creeps.� It�s like a torture chamber.�� �That�s why we�re going to eat in here.� You need to get used to it.� You looked like you were going to faint when I first took your blindfold off.� I�ve spent many hours restrained in here and I�ve got some ideas that I want to try.� Some of this furniture can be quite useful.�� �You�re starting to scare me� Traci said half seriously.� �How about you take this hood off then?�� She reached around and tugged on the padlock on the collar.� �I don�t think you�ll have a problem eating with it on?� Connie told her.� �You have no idea how hot this plastic suit is� Traci responded.� �I think I�ve sweated off five pounds in the last couple of hours.�� �I have an exact idea how hot it is.� I have the same outfit, only in black.� I wore it in here for forty-eight hours straight once.� It wasn�t a pretty smell when I finally got to take it off.� By the way, don�t get any ideas about disrobing without my help.� Trust me, it can�t be done.� The gloves won�t come off before the wrist cuffs, and the boots without the ankle cuffs.� The cat suit can�t be removed before the boots and collar, and you�ve already figured out that the hood stays on until the collar is unlocked.�� �Forty-eight hours?� echoed Traci.� �I�m not going to be in this that long, am I?� I�d lose my mind.�� �No, just for a little while.� I have several different outfits for you to wear.� You�re going to love your pajamas� she said with a smirk.

���� After they had eaten and both consumed two more drinks, Traci was feeling a little more relaxed.� �When do you think Mr. Proctor will be back?� asked Traci.� �I�d say not before noon tomorrow, so we can sleep in.� He�s out in Los Angles on business.� He�ll call me when he gets to the airport in Boston, so that gives us over an hour from then before he gets here.�� �You said that you spend a lot of time in here.� How much is a lot?�� �Not really all that much, just a lot of different times.�� �How long are you usually punished for?�� �Usually not more than half a day.� I pretty much keep the house running, so he can�t keep me away from my duties for too long.� Often times I have to do my work tied or chained up in some way.�� �And you get chained to the bed all night, like Beth, if you�re being punished?� Traci asked.� �Not that bad.� Just loosely spread eagle.� Mr. Proctor just said �spread eagle�.� The rest of it is my doing.� She can be such a bitch, I just couldn�t resist.�� �But won�t she be the one punishing you at some point?�� �Yes, I suppose.� Mr. P always does it when he�s home, but if he was away, and I was being punished, Beth would be in charge.�� �And she�ll take her revenge on you� interrupted Traci.� �But it�s not the same.� Beth really hates being punished.� I mean she despises it.� The only reason she stays is for the money.� It�s not that big of a deal to me.� Most times, when I�m in the right mood, I like it.� Sometimes I just piss Mr. Proctor off to see what he�ll do.� As a matter of fact, how would you like to change places and tie me up?�� �What�s the catch?� Traci asked.� �Okay, I�ll come clean.� I like to get tied up.� Before I came here I didn�t realize that, but I�ve come to like it.� Mr. P doesn�t know this, but I think he suspects it.� At any rate, he doesn�t take requests.� Sometimes, when he�s gone, and Beth�s being punished, I come in here and tie myself up.� I�ve come up with a bunch of ways for timed release, but some things I just can�t do on my own, and I can�t ask Beth.� Please.�� �Hey� Traci responded.� �Me doing the tying beats me being tied up, in my book, but if I�m doing you such a favor, the least you can do is take this hood off.�� �It�s a deal.� I�ll tell you, step by step, how to tie me up.� When I�m gagged and helpless, you can improvise.� Here�s what we�ll do.�� Connie explained in great detail while she released Traci from her hood.� The air felt good on her face.� Her hair was soaked with sweat.

 

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