The Cable Slave Chapter 8
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I sat naked on a chair in the middle of the room and listened to the instructions on the phone. I didn’t even think about whether I should obey or not. Being blackmailed was a good excuse if I needed it, but for me it was entertainment. I felt safe. All this was happening in my own house when I would have been bored and alone. Deep down I knew this was way more fun than watching porn on my computer or doing the laundry in the nude.
'We need a cover story for you so that your husband doesn’t think anything strange is going on. You will tell him that you have obtained a contract to sell ladies underwear. Women will come to the house for small parties in which they will try the range of goods, and you will make a little money. There must be no men in the house when the parties take place. That will account for the different outfits that you will wear to entertain my clients and will account for the money you will appear to spend on a few other things that will be made known to you in due course. Do you understand?'
'Yes,' I whispered.
'Louder.'
'Yes.' Might as well let him think he’s in charge.
‘Good; a case of goods will arrive later today, you will try them on to make sure that they fit so that you can model them for the women who will come later in the week.'
So that was it, underwear parties, not much harm in that. I had heard they could be fun and it sounded like a good scam he had going there. I did worry for a moment that I might be used to sell some over-priced rubbish, but I figured I could complain when the goods arrived. I wondered where the “guests” came from. Did he have some other racket going? Maybe he recruited women off the Internet. Would I have wanted to go to a female only party where some housewife stripped and modeled everything I’d never dared to try? You bet I would. I guessed some of the visitors would end up without much on, so the guys watching the video feed would get a good show. What man would not want to be right there in the middle of a hen party full of half-naked women trying on underwear. I wondered what sort of stuff I would be wearing.
Hubby was home that evening. I was curious what his reaction would be. I’d already decided that I would go ahead anyway because it would all happen while he was away.
‘I can’t see any harm in it, love,’ he said. ‘You might make a bit of money and you’ll meet some people. Probably good for you.’
That was a relief.
‘I wouldn’t mind watching,’ he said.
I giggled at that. I hoped the cable guy was listening, that had to be good for his marketing. I knew he couldn’t listen to everything we said because he must have to keep up with the other women he had on his system. Maybe he had some men on his system too; that was a wild thought. The guy had to sleep some of the time. I had seen the woman with her vacuum cleaner, so there was at least one other like me.
Whatever the odds were, it still felt like he was listening when I was talking to Derek. I had become an actress overnight, feeding a script to my husband. It made me feel wicked and sad at the same time. I’ll tell him one day, I thought. I’ll have to tell him one day, but I’ll do it somewhere the cable guy can’t listen... and will I tell him I want to keep doing it? Would he let me? He would if I was making money, I thought, and maybe I could. I could tell the cable guy he couldn’t blackmail me if Derek knows, but maybe I could keep working?
The package arrived the next day. Well, more like a case arrived, with quite a wardrobe in it. I got them all out and spread them across the bed. There was a lot of very sexy stuff as well as some quite kinky things like handcuffs and a chastity belt. I tried a few things on and sure enough they were all my size. The cable man was obviously a good judge even if he had only mostly seen me on a TV.
He must have been watching, because he phoned a few minutes later.
‘Glad to see that they fit. There is another job for you; tell your husband that you are going to get some work done on the lighting so that you can show off the stuff better. Tell him that the suppliers are going to pay for it. I’m sure he will agree.’
‘He’s away for a couple of days on work,’ I said, realising that if he had been listening all the time he would have known that.
‘Well, you’ll just have to explain it when he gets back; the fitter will be coming tomorrow. You are to be naked and wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs when he comes. He will be there at 8:30, so be ready.’
Wow, that was an order I was not expecting! I got out the cuffs from the set and found there was a metal tag label on it with the word ‘slut’ on it in cut out letters. The tag was about three inches across and you could read the words from several yards away. It looked like it was supposed to be attached to my collar so I put it on. It felt wild wearing it; it connected with something in me. I could feel myself getting wet as I felt the weight of the tag on my neck. I was trembling slightly as I put on the heavy padded cuffs, first on my ankles and then the wrists. I did them up firmly. There were big D rings on each, strong enough to hold my weight, I thought. I could imagine being strung up by them; I could see myself hanging from the ceiling, though there was nothing in the ceiling I could be hooked to so it was just a fantasy. It made me even wetter thinking about it. I decided to wear the cuffs and collar all day.
After a while I was really enjoying the feeling; in a funny way there was a sense of freedom. Strange to say freedom when you are wearing cuffs, but it made me feel open about myself, about the fact that I knew deep down I liked being a slave. When I was collared and cuffed there was no doubt who I was. Really I wanted someone to see me looking like that. I found myself posing in front of the places where I knew there was a camera hoping that someone was looking. In the evening I cooked myself a meal, and then phoned Derek at his hotel, and all the time I was dressed as a slave and could feel the cameras exposing me to the world.
Then came the big decision; should I sleep in them? The cuffs were no problem, but what about that big tag around my neck? Would I be safe? I didn’t want it to get caught up in the bed clothes and strangle me, but I didn’t want to take it off either. I turned up the heating so I would not be cold and slept naked on top of the covers. I wanted to leave the light on in case there was anyone watching, so I got a blindfold out of the underwear set and put it on so I could sleep. I must have looked great, naked, collared, cuffed and blindfolded. If anyone was watching I wanted them to really wish they could come over and play with me.
The big problem was what pose to be in. The more I lay on the bed the more restless I got and I wanted to play with myself all the time. At that rate I’d never get any sleep. Derek has some dumb bells for exercise; two different sizes. I tied a rope to each and fixed the rope through my D rings. I hauled the one on my right arm up and down to be sure I could lift it if I had to and then shoved each one off the bed so my arms and legs were spread. I hung the heavy ones from my legs and the lighter set on my arms. I fell asleep spread-eagled naked on the bed, imagining men watching me, jacking off in front of their TVs. I hope they didn’t lose too much sleep. I slept like a top and woke up feeling great.
I felt bad about taking off my slave gear to shower but I didn’t want the leather to get wet. It would be better to have metal cuffs, really, and then they could stay on all the time. I fantasised about that for a while in the shower. The thought of permanent shackles made me feel wet. It would be painful to be hung up by them, and maybe they would break the skin if I had them all the time. I obviously didn’t know too much about being a slave.
I got myself dry and ‘dressed’ as a slave again to wait for the light fitter. I wondered if playing with me was part of his fee. I reckoned that the cable man would be able to get the work done cheaply if I was thrown in as part of the package. What electrician would refuse a job if he knew there was a naked slave around the house who would do whatever he asked? I was sure of that, I didn’t even need to be told; I was his for the taking. Just before he arrived, I thought, what if the electrician is a woman? There are women in the trade. Wow that would be wild; I’d still be her slave, but that was something I’d never even thought about before. Wearing the collar and cuffs was beginning to open up areas in my head that I didn’t know were there. I knew I was getting wetter by the second when the door bell rang.
I don’t know what I was expecting. I opened the door, naked, collared and cuffed and there was this small, neat man in a blue coverall with a bag of tools. There was a inconspicuous white van parked on the drive. He looked me up and down, smiled and reached out and clipped a lead onto my collar. It took my breath away; he obviously knew what to expect and was ready for me. Before I had a moment to think he had put the bag inside the door and then led me outside. I think he did look up the street to see if there was anyone there, but he managed to give the impression that he wouldn’t have cared if a crusade of nuns were walking by. He led me to the back of the van and opened it.
‘Pick that up,’ he said, indicating a large brown box. Without letting go of my lead he picked up an even bigger one. He turned and started towards the house and I followed, holding the box, with my naked back visible to anyone who happened by. I could feel the sun and wind on my skin; it was thrilling, though scary. I half hoped he was going to lead me off down the street but they could hardly go on blackmailing me if the whole neighbourhood knew I was a naked sex slave on a lead. We were inside in another moment. He put the box down and clipped my lead to the handle, cuffed my hands behind me and walked back to his van, leaving the door open. He slammed the van doors, locked the cab and came back inside, finally closing the front door.
‘Show me the room.’ I led him into the living room and he looked around.
‘I need to see the electrical boxes.’ For half an hour he looked around the house, finding how he could run the wires. I hoped he wasn’t going to make a huge mess. I had heard of contractors wrecking houses when they do re-wiring, but he seemed confident.
‘Okay, I’m all set,’ he said, and unclipped my lead. ‘You can get on with housework, I won’t need you for an hour.’
I didn’t know what to do; half an hour of being a slave on a lead and I was powerless. I expected to be told what to do. I hung around the kitchen, washed the dishes, did a bit of work with the vacuum and somehow the hour went by. I wished he would tell me what to do. It was weird, but as soon as he put that lead on me I had dropped into a part of my personality that I was only now discovering; I was completely submissive. I didn’t really want to get my old self back, not while he was still there and might need me on a lead at any moment. I wanted to be led down the street naked, hooked to a lamppost like a dog, completely exposed for others to be entertained by.
He called me back after about an hour. There were two old fashioned wall lamps on the wall. They looked great, top quality fittings made of lovely wrought iron, and below each was a large ring. What really spooked me was a big diagram on the table that he was working from. It was a scale drawing of the room with all the internal wall beams marked so he knew were to attach things. That didn’t come from pictures down a TV cable; was there anything about me and my house that these guys didn’t know?
‘Here,’ he said, as if I was a dog. Well, I was wearing a collar, so what did I expect? He stood me between the two lights facing the wall and lifted each arm in turn to cuff me to the rings. It took no time at all, and there I was, arms stretched out facing the wall. He ran his hands over my naked bum
‘Got to test the strength of this,’ he said, and the next thing I knew a whip hit me. I’ve never been whipped before so it was a total shock. I screamed and struggled but the rings held. I don’t know what he used to fix that stuff to the wall but after ten lashes I was almost hanging off the rings ready to feint completely. My back was on fire.
‘Good, that seems to hold okay.’ He might have been talking about a washing line.
‘Bit boring that way round for you.’ I was too weak to struggle as he unhooked me and turned me round and re-attached me facing into the room. He reached down and gently inserted his finger into my crack and played with me. What could I do, I was wet as hell and my pelvis surged forward onto his hand. He had me cumming in about two seconds and then I was really hanging on the rings, washed out like a rag. I just hung there; the fittings had obviously been tested properly, but he didn’t show any sign of taking me down. I thought I must look great; he had positioned the lights so that I was exactly between the two cameras. They could get a great view from either. I was wondering what he was going to do next when the door bell rang. I froze; who could that be? What would he do, what if it was some friend of mine, would he let them in to see me like this?
‘That’ll be my mate,’ he said, ‘helps me with pulling the wires and hanging the big fitting.’ Oh God another one.
I hung there from the wall while he went to the door and let someone in, and then he was back. My insides went through two somersaults; it was a woman. She looked at me and smiled in a way that left me in no doubt that I was going to find out if I liked it with women before she left. There was not going to be a lot I could do about it if they kept me like this. All I could do was hang there, exposed and ready, as the two of them set about the next phase.
A huge crate was wheeled in and they unpacked a chandelier. I don’t know what it was made of, but it looked like wrought iron. Maybe they had a tame blacksmith, or perhaps if was steel with some sort of coating on it for the effect. Who knows, but it looked awesome, like something out of an ancient dungeon. The room was going to look brilliant. Apart from the look there were these heavy rings hanging from it, so it was obvious that I was probably going to be dangling from that sooner or later to ‘test’ it.
I was impressed by the way they worked; the cable guy obviously knew where to hire some very skilled trades people. They cut a neat hole in the ceiling and knew exactly where the ceiling joists were. They drilled into the timbers and fixed some metal work inside the ceiling to spread the weight across several of the beams. They went at it energetically, and it didn’t take them long to get a panel on the ceiling that hid the hole and provided the lugs to attach the whole thing to it.
‘I’ll go and get the wires,’ said the woman, while the guy stopped to rest. He looked at me and smiled,
‘Okay there? You look lovely, just sets the lights off nicely.’ In a moment she was back with coils of wire; I was impressed with how strong she was, it looked like quite a weight.
‘Have you tested those wall fittings?’ she said.
‘Whipped her in place and they held okay.’
‘Lets do it properly,’ and with that she picked up one of my ankles and lifted it up in the air. I thought I was going to split in two and I yelled, but she didn't take any notice. My ankle was just hooked up to the same fitting as my arm. She grabbed the other leg and did the same. It spread me wide and left me hung from the rings on the wall lights with my cunt facing out in the room and both my holes in full view.
‘That’s better,’ she said, and leaned down to kiss me smack on the pussy. She ran her tongue around me and up and down my slit, ending with my clit, which she sucked into her mouth and nibbled. Bit, actually, rather than nibbled. I was screaming and bucking but I couldn’t go any place. She could have all the fun she wanted if she liked that sort of thing, I was just a puppet on the wall. It was only a matter of time before I came again and slumped into the bondage, just hanging there like a limp rag. She got up smiling and reached into the bag and came out with a short cat-o-nine-tails.
I didn’t even have time to be frightened before she was laying into my rear end. She just whacked away until I was red all over. The rings on the wall held up alright, up being the operative word as far as I was concerned. Eventually she seemed satisfied with her work and stood back to look. She bent down and kissed me right on the clit again, and then came the next surprise. She pulled out a tube of lubricant and applied it to the handle of the whip and inserted it in my butt hole as though it went there all the time. I just hung there completely exposed, wiped out by the cumming and whipping. A wall-hanging whip holder.
I didn’t pay much attention as they got on with heaving wires through the house; my arms were being pulled out of their sockets and my legs ached from being so spread. I must have looked a hell of a sight hanging there. I tried to think about the men who must be watching, and I wondered how many times they had cum. I tried to think of all that spunk being wasted but it was no good. I was just lost in the pain.
In the end I could only think about my arms; the pain from my bum and the whip in its holder diminished into nothing. I don’t know how long it took them, it could have been years for all I knew but eventually they came back and tried the switches and it all worked. The lights could be brought up and down on dimmer switches. It looked nice and modern when there was plenty of light but with the drapes shut and the lights dimmed all that iron looked like a medieval dungeon, obviously exactly what they had in mind.
They took my legs down and then my arms and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. That was just what they wanted I guess, because the next surprise was the way that the chandelier was let down on a motor and my legs were attached to it. Not as wide spread as on the wall, thank goodness, and it gave my arms a rest as I was hauled up into the room to dangle from the ceiling upside down.
The woman smiled at me again and walked behind me where I couldn’t see what she was doing. I did feel the whip being pulled out of its holder and I thought I was in for another thrashing, but instead something else was inserted into my butt. I had no idea what it was and they just left me there while they went and fetched a big mirror from the van. There was some more drilling and then the mirror was on the wall, and I just had time in my upside-down haze to see the candle in my bum before they lit it.
First a whip holder and now a candle holder. The woman smiled, kissed my clit again and then lit another candle in my cunt. They dimmed the lights and looked at the room by candle light; my candle light. It looked lovely, and I sure looked sexy hung up there illuminating the room. It was only a matter of time till some of the wax started to run down the candle. I just could not guess exactly where it was going to run to, but for sure it was going to hurt. The two of them were obviously enjoying the spectacle. They made some coffee for themselves and ate their lunch while taking bets on how long it was going to take. Like I said, it was only a matter of time before I was yelling and the woman had won the bet.
Then I found out what she had won. She got one of the office chair on wheels that you can adjust the height and stripped off her coveralls. She was naked underneath and had a beautifully shaved pussy. She wheeled herself into position underneath my head, spread herself and lowered me down onto her pussy.
‘Suck, slut,’ was all she said. I sucked, I figured the sooner I could get her to come the sooner wax stopped running into my rear end. I’ve never done it before but now was as good a time to find out as any other. I tried to think what she had done to me and did the same. It was hard to concentrate with the blood rushing to my head and the wax running into my crack. The bitch knew what she was doing; she had me tilted slightly so that the candle tilted and made the wax run where my bush should have been. It was just as well I had been told to shave because it all would have come off with this treatment.
I don’t know how I did it but through the haze of being upside down and weary I managed to concentrate enough to get her to cum. I knew what I had to do and I did it. My mouth was awash with saliva and female juice by the time it was over and there was a fair bit of wax in my bits. It was such a relief to hear her yelling and moaning when she did cum that I didn’t think about what was next. Of course there was the guy to do, and no way that I was going to be taken down.
I was starting to feel really giddy and wondering what all this hanging this way up was doing to my head, let alone how that candle was going to come out. As she pushed herself away and stood up off the chair his cock came into view right in front of my eyes. He worked the motor with the remote control and I was elevated to line my mouth up with his cock. I opened like a good sex toy and in came the cock. Well, this was something I did know how to do, and I still figured that once they had both cum I might get let down.
I worked at it for all I was worth but I had this feeling that he was enjoying it and trying to make it last. Then she started whipping me as well. I was thrashing around wildly as the cat swished across my bum and back. He got hold of my head and started to seriously fuck my throat. I was just lost in a sea of dizziness and pain, desperately trying to keep sucking and get it done with. It should have been fun and I knew I would be as horny as hell when I looked back on it, but I was just a zombie by the time he spurted. Wow, did he cum! He was so deep in my throat that I didn’t know where it was all going to go. Being upside down, it was running out of my nose and mouth at the same time. I was trying to swallow to get rid of it but my whole nose and mouth were one sticky mess, dripping cum into my eyes and hair.
I could just about see the two of them get dressed in their coveralls again and pick up the last of their tools. After what seemed an age swinging there dripping and half blinded by eyes full of cum he undid the cuffs on my hands and put the remote in one of them.
‘Let yourself down when you are ready and don’t set the house on fire,’ was all he said and they were gone.
I couldn’t see the buttons clearly. I tried to get the cum out of my eyes but it was sticky and wiping didn’t make much difference. I tried pressing buttons at random hoping there wasn’t a quick release that would dump me in a heap on the floor. I went up the first time. I could just about make out the shape in the mirror as I rose up to the ceiling and stopped. The next button brought up the lights and I could see myself much more clearly. Of course the next guess took the lights down, and all there was to see by was the candle in my bum. The final button let me down. Unfortunately I didn’t have the sense to take the lights back up, and as my shoulders hit the floor and the angle of my body changed the candle went out and I was lowered to the ground in the dark.
When I got my breath back I realised that I hadn’t come the whole way down. I was left with my back on the floor and my legs in the air. It was a huge effort to be able to reach to my ankle and undo the clips. It took me several goes and a couple of long rests to get the first one done and then I remembered that I could put the lights on. I got the wrong button again and was hauled up by one leg. I panicked and pressed at the buttons wildly and dropped the remote as I went up, putting the lights on as I did. It was no fun hanging from one leg from the ceiling looking down at the remote on the floor, out of reach.
I hung there for a while and realised that unless someone was watching the video and told the cable man, I could die there if I was like this all night. If they were watching how long would they leave me before they did anything. If it was some sadist that liked seeing me up here then it could be a while. It crossed my mind to hang loose and make out I was unconscious, but it’s not like being with a partner and having a safe word.
I made a huge effort and sort of climbed my arms up my leg to get my hands up to the chandelier. Wow it was a stretch. I had to pull myself up enough by my arms to get the weight off my leg and get it off the hook. I don’t know how I did it but as it came clear I let go of everything and crashed in a heap on the floor. I lay there for an age with the candle still in my butt, just getting my breath back and being glad it was all over.
I had no idea how many times I had cum but I knew I had been used. I had made a woman cum and been made to cum by one and been thoroughly whipped for the first time in my life. I felt raw all over. After a while I paid attention to the candle and got it out in one piece. That felt better, though I missed having something up there; maybe I would use that butt plug in the kit a bit later. I ran a bath and soaked for a while. I was red all over but the leather cat had not left any distinct marks. I think the wide straps spread the impact. When I finally got out of the bath I felt fabulous, and the glow from all those endorphins was still flashing around my system.
Cable man phoned at about seven o'clock, just as I was thinking about food.
‘A pizza will be with you in a minute. Don’t dress, you don’t have to pay for it. You are on channel 142 when you want to watch your adventures.’
I had just found a bottle of wine when the pizza boy appeared. I was still naked and feeling high. I think I would have opened the door as I was, whatever the cable guy had said. Poor boy, he just stood there dumb. I drew him inside, took the pizza out of his hand and unzipped him. I put a finger on his lips as I did so and gently pushed him back against the wall.
His cock was getting bigger by the second. As cocks go this one was rather smaller than those I’d seen recently. I didn’t want to shame the poor boy so I worked at it to get it as big as it would go and it was a wonder he didn’t pop too soon. It was nice to suck some cum on my own terms, even if there was still a camera on me and maybe an audience I didn’t know about. I licked him clean, popped his dick back in his pants and zipped him up. I gave him a big kiss and let him wrap his hands around my ass for a moment. I lifted myself away and opened the door and steered him out.
As he stepped back outside I whispered, ‘It's all a dream isn’t it? Sleep well tonight,’ and closed the door behind him. I picked up the pizza and the wine and settled down to watch myself being strung up and used. Watching it was different to having it done, but I sure looked good in some of the scenes and I felt even more horny seeing myself like that. I watched as the whip marks gradually covered me all over, and knew that vast areas of my skin were still bright red. I could still feel that afterglow, and as I saw each blow hit I could feel it again. I played with myself as the scene unfolded and came again when she bit my clit. I knew it was coming and I knew I was cumming. I was kinda pleased with myself for getting the timing right.
Half asleep, naked and weary, I watching myself being whipped as I sucked in the dim light coming from my candle, and gazed at the wax running down and into my holes. I picked up the candle and set it alight so I could enjoy the atmosphere of my new dungeon. I was so weary I fell asleep, and when I woke I was glad I had missed the one legged hanging and the desperation to escape; that would do for another day. I hoped it hadn’t given the cable man too many ideas.
'We need a cover story for you so that your husband doesn’t think anything strange is going on. You will tell him that you have obtained a contract to sell ladies underwear. Women will come to the house for small parties in which they will try the range of goods, and you will make a little money. There must be no men in the house when the parties take place. That will account for the different outfits that you will wear to entertain my clients and will account for the money you will appear to spend on a few other things that will be made known to you in due course. Do you understand?'
'Yes,' I whispered.
'Louder.'
'Yes.' Might as well let him think he’s in charge.
‘Good; a case of goods will arrive later today, you will try them on to make sure that they fit so that you can model them for the women who will come later in the week.'
So that was it, underwear parties, not much harm in that. I had heard they could be fun and it sounded like a good scam he had going there. I did worry for a moment that I might be used to sell some over-priced rubbish, but I figured I could complain when the goods arrived. I wondered where the “guests” came from. Did he have some other racket going? Maybe he recruited women off the Internet. Would I have wanted to go to a female only party where some housewife stripped and modeled everything I’d never dared to try? You bet I would. I guessed some of the visitors would end up without much on, so the guys watching the video feed would get a good show. What man would not want to be right there in the middle of a hen party full of half-naked women trying on underwear. I wondered what sort of stuff I would be wearing.
Hubby was home that evening. I was curious what his reaction would be. I’d already decided that I would go ahead anyway because it would all happen while he was away.
‘I can’t see any harm in it, love,’ he said. ‘You might make a bit of money and you’ll meet some people. Probably good for you.’
That was a relief.
‘I wouldn’t mind watching,’ he said.
I giggled at that. I hoped the cable guy was listening, that had to be good for his marketing. I knew he couldn’t listen to everything we said because he must have to keep up with the other women he had on his system. Maybe he had some men on his system too; that was a wild thought. The guy had to sleep some of the time. I had seen the woman with her vacuum cleaner, so there was at least one other like me.
Whatever the odds were, it still felt like he was listening when I was talking to Derek. I had become an actress overnight, feeding a script to my husband. It made me feel wicked and sad at the same time. I’ll tell him one day, I thought. I’ll have to tell him one day, but I’ll do it somewhere the cable guy can’t listen... and will I tell him I want to keep doing it? Would he let me? He would if I was making money, I thought, and maybe I could. I could tell the cable guy he couldn’t blackmail me if Derek knows, but maybe I could keep working?
The package arrived the next day. Well, more like a case arrived, with quite a wardrobe in it. I got them all out and spread them across the bed. There was a lot of very sexy stuff as well as some quite kinky things like handcuffs and a chastity belt. I tried a few things on and sure enough they were all my size. The cable man was obviously a good judge even if he had only mostly seen me on a TV.
He must have been watching, because he phoned a few minutes later.
‘Glad to see that they fit. There is another job for you; tell your husband that you are going to get some work done on the lighting so that you can show off the stuff better. Tell him that the suppliers are going to pay for it. I’m sure he will agree.’
‘He’s away for a couple of days on work,’ I said, realising that if he had been listening all the time he would have known that.
‘Well, you’ll just have to explain it when he gets back; the fitter will be coming tomorrow. You are to be naked and wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs when he comes. He will be there at 8:30, so be ready.’
Wow, that was an order I was not expecting! I got out the cuffs from the set and found there was a metal tag label on it with the word ‘slut’ on it in cut out letters. The tag was about three inches across and you could read the words from several yards away. It looked like it was supposed to be attached to my collar so I put it on. It felt wild wearing it; it connected with something in me. I could feel myself getting wet as I felt the weight of the tag on my neck. I was trembling slightly as I put on the heavy padded cuffs, first on my ankles and then the wrists. I did them up firmly. There were big D rings on each, strong enough to hold my weight, I thought. I could imagine being strung up by them; I could see myself hanging from the ceiling, though there was nothing in the ceiling I could be hooked to so it was just a fantasy. It made me even wetter thinking about it. I decided to wear the cuffs and collar all day.
After a while I was really enjoying the feeling; in a funny way there was a sense of freedom. Strange to say freedom when you are wearing cuffs, but it made me feel open about myself, about the fact that I knew deep down I liked being a slave. When I was collared and cuffed there was no doubt who I was. Really I wanted someone to see me looking like that. I found myself posing in front of the places where I knew there was a camera hoping that someone was looking. In the evening I cooked myself a meal, and then phoned Derek at his hotel, and all the time I was dressed as a slave and could feel the cameras exposing me to the world.
Then came the big decision; should I sleep in them? The cuffs were no problem, but what about that big tag around my neck? Would I be safe? I didn’t want it to get caught up in the bed clothes and strangle me, but I didn’t want to take it off either. I turned up the heating so I would not be cold and slept naked on top of the covers. I wanted to leave the light on in case there was anyone watching, so I got a blindfold out of the underwear set and put it on so I could sleep. I must have looked great, naked, collared, cuffed and blindfolded. If anyone was watching I wanted them to really wish they could come over and play with me.
The big problem was what pose to be in. The more I lay on the bed the more restless I got and I wanted to play with myself all the time. At that rate I’d never get any sleep. Derek has some dumb bells for exercise; two different sizes. I tied a rope to each and fixed the rope through my D rings. I hauled the one on my right arm up and down to be sure I could lift it if I had to and then shoved each one off the bed so my arms and legs were spread. I hung the heavy ones from my legs and the lighter set on my arms. I fell asleep spread-eagled naked on the bed, imagining men watching me, jacking off in front of their TVs. I hope they didn’t lose too much sleep. I slept like a top and woke up feeling great.
I felt bad about taking off my slave gear to shower but I didn’t want the leather to get wet. It would be better to have metal cuffs, really, and then they could stay on all the time. I fantasised about that for a while in the shower. The thought of permanent shackles made me feel wet. It would be painful to be hung up by them, and maybe they would break the skin if I had them all the time. I obviously didn’t know too much about being a slave.
I got myself dry and ‘dressed’ as a slave again to wait for the light fitter. I wondered if playing with me was part of his fee. I reckoned that the cable man would be able to get the work done cheaply if I was thrown in as part of the package. What electrician would refuse a job if he knew there was a naked slave around the house who would do whatever he asked? I was sure of that, I didn’t even need to be told; I was his for the taking. Just before he arrived, I thought, what if the electrician is a woman? There are women in the trade. Wow that would be wild; I’d still be her slave, but that was something I’d never even thought about before. Wearing the collar and cuffs was beginning to open up areas in my head that I didn’t know were there. I knew I was getting wetter by the second when the door bell rang.
I don’t know what I was expecting. I opened the door, naked, collared and cuffed and there was this small, neat man in a blue coverall with a bag of tools. There was a inconspicuous white van parked on the drive. He looked me up and down, smiled and reached out and clipped a lead onto my collar. It took my breath away; he obviously knew what to expect and was ready for me. Before I had a moment to think he had put the bag inside the door and then led me outside. I think he did look up the street to see if there was anyone there, but he managed to give the impression that he wouldn’t have cared if a crusade of nuns were walking by. He led me to the back of the van and opened it.
‘Pick that up,’ he said, indicating a large brown box. Without letting go of my lead he picked up an even bigger one. He turned and started towards the house and I followed, holding the box, with my naked back visible to anyone who happened by. I could feel the sun and wind on my skin; it was thrilling, though scary. I half hoped he was going to lead me off down the street but they could hardly go on blackmailing me if the whole neighbourhood knew I was a naked sex slave on a lead. We were inside in another moment. He put the box down and clipped my lead to the handle, cuffed my hands behind me and walked back to his van, leaving the door open. He slammed the van doors, locked the cab and came back inside, finally closing the front door.
‘Show me the room.’ I led him into the living room and he looked around.
‘I need to see the electrical boxes.’ For half an hour he looked around the house, finding how he could run the wires. I hoped he wasn’t going to make a huge mess. I had heard of contractors wrecking houses when they do re-wiring, but he seemed confident.
‘Okay, I’m all set,’ he said, and unclipped my lead. ‘You can get on with housework, I won’t need you for an hour.’
I didn’t know what to do; half an hour of being a slave on a lead and I was powerless. I expected to be told what to do. I hung around the kitchen, washed the dishes, did a bit of work with the vacuum and somehow the hour went by. I wished he would tell me what to do. It was weird, but as soon as he put that lead on me I had dropped into a part of my personality that I was only now discovering; I was completely submissive. I didn’t really want to get my old self back, not while he was still there and might need me on a lead at any moment. I wanted to be led down the street naked, hooked to a lamppost like a dog, completely exposed for others to be entertained by.
He called me back after about an hour. There were two old fashioned wall lamps on the wall. They looked great, top quality fittings made of lovely wrought iron, and below each was a large ring. What really spooked me was a big diagram on the table that he was working from. It was a scale drawing of the room with all the internal wall beams marked so he knew were to attach things. That didn’t come from pictures down a TV cable; was there anything about me and my house that these guys didn’t know?
‘Here,’ he said, as if I was a dog. Well, I was wearing a collar, so what did I expect? He stood me between the two lights facing the wall and lifted each arm in turn to cuff me to the rings. It took no time at all, and there I was, arms stretched out facing the wall. He ran his hands over my naked bum
‘Got to test the strength of this,’ he said, and the next thing I knew a whip hit me. I’ve never been whipped before so it was a total shock. I screamed and struggled but the rings held. I don’t know what he used to fix that stuff to the wall but after ten lashes I was almost hanging off the rings ready to feint completely. My back was on fire.
‘Good, that seems to hold okay.’ He might have been talking about a washing line.
‘Bit boring that way round for you.’ I was too weak to struggle as he unhooked me and turned me round and re-attached me facing into the room. He reached down and gently inserted his finger into my crack and played with me. What could I do, I was wet as hell and my pelvis surged forward onto his hand. He had me cumming in about two seconds and then I was really hanging on the rings, washed out like a rag. I just hung there; the fittings had obviously been tested properly, but he didn’t show any sign of taking me down. I thought I must look great; he had positioned the lights so that I was exactly between the two cameras. They could get a great view from either. I was wondering what he was going to do next when the door bell rang. I froze; who could that be? What would he do, what if it was some friend of mine, would he let them in to see me like this?
‘That’ll be my mate,’ he said, ‘helps me with pulling the wires and hanging the big fitting.’ Oh God another one.
I hung there from the wall while he went to the door and let someone in, and then he was back. My insides went through two somersaults; it was a woman. She looked at me and smiled in a way that left me in no doubt that I was going to find out if I liked it with women before she left. There was not going to be a lot I could do about it if they kept me like this. All I could do was hang there, exposed and ready, as the two of them set about the next phase.
A huge crate was wheeled in and they unpacked a chandelier. I don’t know what it was made of, but it looked like wrought iron. Maybe they had a tame blacksmith, or perhaps if was steel with some sort of coating on it for the effect. Who knows, but it looked awesome, like something out of an ancient dungeon. The room was going to look brilliant. Apart from the look there were these heavy rings hanging from it, so it was obvious that I was probably going to be dangling from that sooner or later to ‘test’ it.
I was impressed by the way they worked; the cable guy obviously knew where to hire some very skilled trades people. They cut a neat hole in the ceiling and knew exactly where the ceiling joists were. They drilled into the timbers and fixed some metal work inside the ceiling to spread the weight across several of the beams. They went at it energetically, and it didn’t take them long to get a panel on the ceiling that hid the hole and provided the lugs to attach the whole thing to it.
‘I’ll go and get the wires,’ said the woman, while the guy stopped to rest. He looked at me and smiled,
‘Okay there? You look lovely, just sets the lights off nicely.’ In a moment she was back with coils of wire; I was impressed with how strong she was, it looked like quite a weight.
‘Have you tested those wall fittings?’ she said.
‘Whipped her in place and they held okay.’
‘Lets do it properly,’ and with that she picked up one of my ankles and lifted it up in the air. I thought I was going to split in two and I yelled, but she didn't take any notice. My ankle was just hooked up to the same fitting as my arm. She grabbed the other leg and did the same. It spread me wide and left me hung from the rings on the wall lights with my cunt facing out in the room and both my holes in full view.
‘That’s better,’ she said, and leaned down to kiss me smack on the pussy. She ran her tongue around me and up and down my slit, ending with my clit, which she sucked into her mouth and nibbled. Bit, actually, rather than nibbled. I was screaming and bucking but I couldn’t go any place. She could have all the fun she wanted if she liked that sort of thing, I was just a puppet on the wall. It was only a matter of time before I came again and slumped into the bondage, just hanging there like a limp rag. She got up smiling and reached into the bag and came out with a short cat-o-nine-tails.
I didn’t even have time to be frightened before she was laying into my rear end. She just whacked away until I was red all over. The rings on the wall held up alright, up being the operative word as far as I was concerned. Eventually she seemed satisfied with her work and stood back to look. She bent down and kissed me right on the clit again, and then came the next surprise. She pulled out a tube of lubricant and applied it to the handle of the whip and inserted it in my butt hole as though it went there all the time. I just hung there completely exposed, wiped out by the cumming and whipping. A wall-hanging whip holder.
I didn’t pay much attention as they got on with heaving wires through the house; my arms were being pulled out of their sockets and my legs ached from being so spread. I must have looked a hell of a sight hanging there. I tried to think about the men who must be watching, and I wondered how many times they had cum. I tried to think of all that spunk being wasted but it was no good. I was just lost in the pain.
In the end I could only think about my arms; the pain from my bum and the whip in its holder diminished into nothing. I don’t know how long it took them, it could have been years for all I knew but eventually they came back and tried the switches and it all worked. The lights could be brought up and down on dimmer switches. It looked nice and modern when there was plenty of light but with the drapes shut and the lights dimmed all that iron looked like a medieval dungeon, obviously exactly what they had in mind.
They took my legs down and then my arms and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. That was just what they wanted I guess, because the next surprise was the way that the chandelier was let down on a motor and my legs were attached to it. Not as wide spread as on the wall, thank goodness, and it gave my arms a rest as I was hauled up into the room to dangle from the ceiling upside down.
The woman smiled at me again and walked behind me where I couldn’t see what she was doing. I did feel the whip being pulled out of its holder and I thought I was in for another thrashing, but instead something else was inserted into my butt. I had no idea what it was and they just left me there while they went and fetched a big mirror from the van. There was some more drilling and then the mirror was on the wall, and I just had time in my upside-down haze to see the candle in my bum before they lit it.
First a whip holder and now a candle holder. The woman smiled, kissed my clit again and then lit another candle in my cunt. They dimmed the lights and looked at the room by candle light; my candle light. It looked lovely, and I sure looked sexy hung up there illuminating the room. It was only a matter of time till some of the wax started to run down the candle. I just could not guess exactly where it was going to run to, but for sure it was going to hurt. The two of them were obviously enjoying the spectacle. They made some coffee for themselves and ate their lunch while taking bets on how long it was going to take. Like I said, it was only a matter of time before I was yelling and the woman had won the bet.
Then I found out what she had won. She got one of the office chair on wheels that you can adjust the height and stripped off her coveralls. She was naked underneath and had a beautifully shaved pussy. She wheeled herself into position underneath my head, spread herself and lowered me down onto her pussy.
‘Suck, slut,’ was all she said. I sucked, I figured the sooner I could get her to come the sooner wax stopped running into my rear end. I’ve never done it before but now was as good a time to find out as any other. I tried to think what she had done to me and did the same. It was hard to concentrate with the blood rushing to my head and the wax running into my crack. The bitch knew what she was doing; she had me tilted slightly so that the candle tilted and made the wax run where my bush should have been. It was just as well I had been told to shave because it all would have come off with this treatment.
I don’t know how I did it but through the haze of being upside down and weary I managed to concentrate enough to get her to cum. I knew what I had to do and I did it. My mouth was awash with saliva and female juice by the time it was over and there was a fair bit of wax in my bits. It was such a relief to hear her yelling and moaning when she did cum that I didn’t think about what was next. Of course there was the guy to do, and no way that I was going to be taken down.
I was starting to feel really giddy and wondering what all this hanging this way up was doing to my head, let alone how that candle was going to come out. As she pushed herself away and stood up off the chair his cock came into view right in front of my eyes. He worked the motor with the remote control and I was elevated to line my mouth up with his cock. I opened like a good sex toy and in came the cock. Well, this was something I did know how to do, and I still figured that once they had both cum I might get let down.
I worked at it for all I was worth but I had this feeling that he was enjoying it and trying to make it last. Then she started whipping me as well. I was thrashing around wildly as the cat swished across my bum and back. He got hold of my head and started to seriously fuck my throat. I was just lost in a sea of dizziness and pain, desperately trying to keep sucking and get it done with. It should have been fun and I knew I would be as horny as hell when I looked back on it, but I was just a zombie by the time he spurted. Wow, did he cum! He was so deep in my throat that I didn’t know where it was all going to go. Being upside down, it was running out of my nose and mouth at the same time. I was trying to swallow to get rid of it but my whole nose and mouth were one sticky mess, dripping cum into my eyes and hair.
I could just about see the two of them get dressed in their coveralls again and pick up the last of their tools. After what seemed an age swinging there dripping and half blinded by eyes full of cum he undid the cuffs on my hands and put the remote in one of them.
‘Let yourself down when you are ready and don’t set the house on fire,’ was all he said and they were gone.
I couldn’t see the buttons clearly. I tried to get the cum out of my eyes but it was sticky and wiping didn’t make much difference. I tried pressing buttons at random hoping there wasn’t a quick release that would dump me in a heap on the floor. I went up the first time. I could just about make out the shape in the mirror as I rose up to the ceiling and stopped. The next button brought up the lights and I could see myself much more clearly. Of course the next guess took the lights down, and all there was to see by was the candle in my bum. The final button let me down. Unfortunately I didn’t have the sense to take the lights back up, and as my shoulders hit the floor and the angle of my body changed the candle went out and I was lowered to the ground in the dark.
When I got my breath back I realised that I hadn’t come the whole way down. I was left with my back on the floor and my legs in the air. It was a huge effort to be able to reach to my ankle and undo the clips. It took me several goes and a couple of long rests to get the first one done and then I remembered that I could put the lights on. I got the wrong button again and was hauled up by one leg. I panicked and pressed at the buttons wildly and dropped the remote as I went up, putting the lights on as I did. It was no fun hanging from one leg from the ceiling looking down at the remote on the floor, out of reach.
I hung there for a while and realised that unless someone was watching the video and told the cable man, I could die there if I was like this all night. If they were watching how long would they leave me before they did anything. If it was some sadist that liked seeing me up here then it could be a while. It crossed my mind to hang loose and make out I was unconscious, but it’s not like being with a partner and having a safe word.
I made a huge effort and sort of climbed my arms up my leg to get my hands up to the chandelier. Wow it was a stretch. I had to pull myself up enough by my arms to get the weight off my leg and get it off the hook. I don’t know how I did it but as it came clear I let go of everything and crashed in a heap on the floor. I lay there for an age with the candle still in my butt, just getting my breath back and being glad it was all over.
I had no idea how many times I had cum but I knew I had been used. I had made a woman cum and been made to cum by one and been thoroughly whipped for the first time in my life. I felt raw all over. After a while I paid attention to the candle and got it out in one piece. That felt better, though I missed having something up there; maybe I would use that butt plug in the kit a bit later. I ran a bath and soaked for a while. I was red all over but the leather cat had not left any distinct marks. I think the wide straps spread the impact. When I finally got out of the bath I felt fabulous, and the glow from all those endorphins was still flashing around my system.
Cable man phoned at about seven o'clock, just as I was thinking about food.
‘A pizza will be with you in a minute. Don’t dress, you don’t have to pay for it. You are on channel 142 when you want to watch your adventures.’
I had just found a bottle of wine when the pizza boy appeared. I was still naked and feeling high. I think I would have opened the door as I was, whatever the cable guy had said. Poor boy, he just stood there dumb. I drew him inside, took the pizza out of his hand and unzipped him. I put a finger on his lips as I did so and gently pushed him back against the wall.
His cock was getting bigger by the second. As cocks go this one was rather smaller than those I’d seen recently. I didn’t want to shame the poor boy so I worked at it to get it as big as it would go and it was a wonder he didn’t pop too soon. It was nice to suck some cum on my own terms, even if there was still a camera on me and maybe an audience I didn’t know about. I licked him clean, popped his dick back in his pants and zipped him up. I gave him a big kiss and let him wrap his hands around my ass for a moment. I lifted myself away and opened the door and steered him out.
As he stepped back outside I whispered, ‘It's all a dream isn’t it? Sleep well tonight,’ and closed the door behind him. I picked up the pizza and the wine and settled down to watch myself being strung up and used. Watching it was different to having it done, but I sure looked good in some of the scenes and I felt even more horny seeing myself like that. I watched as the whip marks gradually covered me all over, and knew that vast areas of my skin were still bright red. I could still feel that afterglow, and as I saw each blow hit I could feel it again. I played with myself as the scene unfolded and came again when she bit my clit. I knew it was coming and I knew I was cumming. I was kinda pleased with myself for getting the timing right.
Half asleep, naked and weary, I watching myself being whipped as I sucked in the dim light coming from my candle, and gazed at the wax running down and into my holes. I picked up the candle and set it alight so I could enjoy the atmosphere of my new dungeon. I was so weary I fell asleep, and when I woke I was glad I had missed the one legged hanging and the desperation to escape; that would do for another day. I hoped it hadn’t given the cable man too many ideas.
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