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Ed Kilpatrick's

The Lodger

Setting the scene:

My name is David Jones and I'm from Glasgow in west central Sctoland. I turned 40 this year and while still single after a nasty divorce a few years ago, I've enjoyed the last year of freedom as my career has taken off in the right direction. I'm an IT consultant and while that will sound boring to so many people, it is still a relatively well paid job and has allowed me to travel. For the last year, I've spent quite a lot of time travelling between my employer's European offices but with my recent promotion to VP, head of product release, I was asked last month if I would take a temporary assignment to our corporate HQ just north of Chicago in a place called, Evanston on the shores of Lake Michigan. While I'd made many trips to our corporate HQ, I had never spent longer than a few weeks in the US and therefore a year was going to be a whole new ball game! I accepted the assignment in late October 2009 and made arrangements to have my house to be looked after by a family member for the period I was away. I didn't like the idea of renting out my house, even though the money would have been a welcome bonus. Instead I opted to take a fully expensed package, where I was still paid in the UK but would spend the next twelve months in Illinois. My employer managed to obtain the visa needed so in early November, I left the early days of winter in the UK for a much colder winter in the mid west (USA).

I spent the first two weeks living out of a suitcase in one of those Homewood Suite places. As comfortable as my small one-bedded apartment was, I wasn't using the full benefit of my allowances and I wanted to find a house to live in. My dilemma was then to either find a small place to rent on my own or find someone looking for a lodger. There was benefits to both solutions but the main benefit of finding a house with other people living in it, was I'd get to meet new people outside the corporate environment.

As most of you who have come to know Ed’s stories over the past few years, will fully appreciate that bondage, cross-dressing and all things soft and woolly, play a massive part of my private life so if you like Ed’s other stories such as WOOLLY STORY, then you should enjoy reading on:

The Perfect Opportunity:

By the start of week four, I'm sure my PA "Debbie" was sick of searching the local papers and internet for suitable places for her new Brit-Boss to rent! It was now Monday afternoon when Debbie first introduced her idea:

"David, I've been thinking about your problem," mentioned Debbie just after we finished a debrief from an earlier meeting that had gone on much longer than expected.

"What's that Debbie," I replied?

"One of my friends (Kelly), who divorced three years ago and still lives in her ex-marital home, is looking for a lodger. To pay the massive mortgage, she currently rents it out to two other girls and work colleagues (Erin & Jessica). Kelly is looking for one more lodger who is prepared to pay a little bit more for the attic conversation, which includes a living area, bathroom and large bedroom. If you are interested, I'm sure they'd be delighted to show you around.

"Are you sure three girls want a male lodger," I questioned but quite excited (all-the-same) about the possibility of living with three girls?

Debbie assured me that it was okay. Both Erin and Jess were an item so wouldn't be interested in me but on the other hand Kelly did mention at the weekend that she would love to have a male lodger but only someone she could trust. It was then set-up, I would head over to meet Kelly, Erin and Jess this evening at seven o'clock.

At first the house seemed a bit out of place just off the main highway on the edge of the leafy north shore suburbs. It was a large property and I could see why Kelly might find the mortgage a lot to take on her own. The property clearly hadn't always been a house: When I rang the door-bell, two brunettes came to the door:

"Hi, you must be David, come in," invited the first of two very attractive brunets in their late twenties / early thirties. "This is Jessica or Jess as she likes to be called and I'm Erin."

"Good evening ladies," I replied as I entered the house, which like most American homes, opened into an expansive open-planned living area.

Both girls made some jokes about my British accent but ushered me to sit down on the comfy sofa:

"Kelly has just called to say she is on her way over David. She was delayed at work but promises to be here in a few minutes so can we offer you a coffee or a soda while we wait," asked Jess?

I thanked Jess for her kind hospitality and accepted a coffee. As Jess went off to prepare the coffee, Erin sat on the opposite couch and we chatted for a while, mainly about the UK and my recent temporary assignment to the US. As Jess arrived back in the living room with a tray of cups, the front door opened and another female entered:

"I'm so sorry David for being late," explained the blond girl with somewhat dishevelled hair, cascading down her back, well beyond her shoulders and clearly annoying her face as she swept the mass of blonde curls away from her face. As she took off her coat, I noticed the short skirt and long legs, white blouse that was wrinkled from a long, hard day at work but also the silk scarf that have been tied tightly around her neck, with a bow tied at the side of her neck: "My name is Kelly and this is my place. I'm glad Jess and Erin are making you feel at home."

We exchanged pleasantries over coffee but it was soon time for Kelly to show me the attic conversation.

"This used to be the local police station David," explained Kelly as we exited the living room. "It was decommissioned five years ago so my ex husband and I bought it as a renovation project. When he left me two years ago, we'd almost finished the project so without the help of Erin and Jess who are excellent lodgers' and excellent colleagues of mine at the hospital, I wouldn't have been able to keep this place on."

An ex police station, I thought to myself; this could be interesting but more about my fetish side later. As we toured the large residency, Kelly explained that she was a doctor at the local state hospital and both Erin and Jessica were nurses. Being British, I'd really no idea what a State hospital was so that even kinkier curiosity wouldn't come out until much later in this story.

With Kelly in the lead, we headed up a spiral staircase and through a set of double doors:

"This would be your private living area David," explained Kelly. "This is the living area with a small sink in the corner and a fantastic bathroom with large Jacuzzi.?

Kelly then explained that this attic conversation was to be her and her husband's personal area but with the cost of houses in this area, she'd decided to move into one of the other three large bedrooms downstairs so that this attic conversation would gain a higher price as lodgings. The bedroom was accessed through another set of double door and the master bed was simply enormous!

"This is fantastic Kelly," I praised, taking another look at the large bedroom, living area nod bathroom. "Are you sure Jess, Erin and yourself are happy to accept a male lodger?"

As we headed back downstairs, Kelly explained that it would be a nice change to have a guy around the house and as I came highly recommended by Debbie; and as Erin was also friendly with the CEO (my big boss) and his wife, they accepted that I probably came with the right credentials.

"So ladies are we happy to accept David as our lodger," asked Kelly when we arrived back in the living room?

Kelly went on to tell me the house rules, which were more common sense if we were all to get along and the shopping process was simple enough to follow. An internet shopping order was placed on a Friday for Saturday delivery and we all agreed to split the bill four ways. That complete, Kelly asked me if I didn't mind waiting a day on their decision and she would talk to Debbie first thing tomorrow. I then left for my short term rented apartment, saying goodbye to the girls who I hoped would soon be my house mates.

The Move:

It was around 11:30 on Tuesday morning when my phone rang.

"Hi David, I've got Kelly on the phone for you, explained Debbie."

"Sure thing Debbie, put her through," I requested.

Kelly and I once again exchanged pleasantries and the upshot of the call was that the girls had accepted me as a fourth lodger and was to move in on Saturday morning.

It was around 12:30 when Debbie, knocked on my office door, inviting me to join her in the canteen for a bite of lunch.

"So you liked Kelly's place," asked Debbie as we tucked into our salads.

"Yes, it is certainly an interesting place Debbie," I replied. "Kelly tells me that it was once a police station?

"It sure was David," Debbie went on to explain. "The place still has the old cells but in the main, Kelly and Steve her ex have done a fantastic job turning it into a home. I think it really played to their kinkier sides." It was then I think Debbie realised that she had probably said too much.

I smiled at Debbie and asked where Kelly's ex lived now. I was told that he was a senior police officer (detective) and got a big promotion to the city (Chicago). It was only after a few months of commuting that he finally admitted to Kelly that he was having an affair and they went their separate ways.

"So what does Kelly use the old cells for," I questioned?

"I'm afraid David, you'll need to ask Kelly that question," teased Debbie but she now had me intrigued.

So on Saturday morning, I arrived at Kelly's place around noon in my company SUV, with a number of suitcases and even a few boxes. It was amazing how much junk I'd collected in the month that I'd been in the States.

?Welcome home,? was Kelly’s opening statement as I struggled into the house with my suit cases.

Fuck, did Kelly look gorgeous in her tight spandex shirt and even tighter blue jeans. She was an extremely good looking girl who clearly worked out!

?Hey Kelly, good to be home,? I replied!

I headed up to my room and after three trips between the house and my car; and an hour sorting out my cloths into drawers and wardrobes; I arrived downstairs where Kelly had poured me a cup of coffee.

?Don’t expect Kelly to do this every day for you Dave,? teased Erin and she entered the living room to join Kelly and I.

?Don’t worry Erin, I’m a modern guy,? I joked in response! ?I’ll even be happy to cook the odd meal for us all if you’re up for it.

?My goodness,? Kelly piped in, ?a Guy that is good looking and can cook!?

Now that embarrassed the shy British side of me. I was however keen to get to know these girls a lot better, so any complements they threw my way, were very welcome.

?So it just the three of us this afternoon,? I asked, enquiring after Jessica (Jess)?

?Yeap,? responded Erin. ?You’ll see Jess tomorrow late morning."

Neither girls said anything else about where Jessica was but they did look at each other strangely as if they were trying to hide something from me.

By Sunday morning we were all best of friends. Saturday night had been spent watching a DVD and eating Chinese. I did think it weird that Erin ordered four take-out meals for the three of us but what was even weirder was when I first saw Jess on Sunday late morning.

?Good morning Dave,? said Jess as she approached and threw her arms around me. ?Welcome to your new home,? she continued.

?That was a lovely welcome Jess,? I responded and kissed her on the cheek.

As we parted from that first embrace, I held her arms and noticed the welts on her wrists. I knew immediately that these were handcuff marks from my own years of personal experience and self bondage. I think Jess noticed my interest in her wrists and quickly pulled away but I just smiled at her, saying nothing at all!

End of Week-One in the new house and the big secret comes out:

By now it was Friday afternoon and the end of week-five in the States and week-one in my new home; sharing it with three good looking and interesting girls (Kelly, Erin and Jess). I had promised to make the girls dinner that night so on my home from work; I called into the supermarket and purchased the ingredients for a Beef Stroganoff and several bottles of Californian Wine. They all seemed to enjoy the products of that evenings labour, which I enjoyed even more due to the fact all three girls had made a special effort to get dressed for dinner. Knowing that Erin and Jess were gay, meant my attentions were focused on Kelly, who was wearing a really nice floral print dress tonight, with her legs clad in black opaque tights and a pair of knee high leather high heeled boots.

?Dave, we’ve something to share with you,? explained Jess in a slightly sheepish tone.

?Yes, what is it Jess,? I asked?

?Well Dave, I hope you’ll not be too freaked out,? Jess went on to explain. ?As you know this house used to be a police station and this means it still has four jail cells below your apartment.?

I tried to hold back m excitement as Jess clearly wanted to open up to me this evening:

?Dave, what Jess is trying to tell you,? Erin continued. ?We’re all a little kinky in this house so each weekend (when we've not got a shift at work), we take it in turns to be locked in a cell from Friday evening, (straight after dinner) to Sunday morning around eleven. That is where Jess was last weekend when you arrived.?

?It’s okay Erin, don’t be embarrassed,? I replied. ?First of all, Debbie did tell me that Kelly had kept the cells and I also had noticed the handcuff marks on Jessica’s wrists last Sunday morning when she welcomed me so nicely.?

All three girls seemed take a deep breath as if they had just unloaded the worries of the world onto me. Truth be told, it was me that was relieved and that the girls had finally opened up to me about the cells and the kinky side of their lives, which I really wanted to understand in more detail. I therefore took my time and helped the girls relax. Jessica then turned to face me and said:

?Well Dave, it’s Kelly’s turn to play prisoner this weekend. Would you like to help us get her prepared??

I told the girls that I wouldn’t miss this for the world and followed all three to a door that led to a heavy steel door, just below the spiral staircase that led to my attic apartment. A bunch of keys hung to the right of the heavy door, which Erin lifted and unlocked. We were now in a short corridor with four American style prison cells on the left hand side and the blank brick wall on the right. All the cells had bars instead of the British style cells I’d seen on several trips to police stations as part of my work. We walked past the first three cells, which were all open so we stepped inside the last cell on the left.

?Before each weekend session,? Erin went on to explain. ?We send the other two girls an e-ail, explaining what we want to happen to us while locked up until Sunday. This weekend, Kelly has chosen the metal fist mitts and metal balloon helmet for tonight, which I have to admit, is very brave of her. For tomorrow Kelly has chosen some simple handcuff bondage, which I have to say, is still extremely effective!"

I had wondered what the metal fist mitts and balloon helmet were but I soon saw three (two small and one large) metal spheres lying on the small prison bunk. Erin and Jess then picked up the two small spheres and placed them over Kelly’s wrists, which she made into fists. Using two small padlocks, Earn and Jess locked the wrist mitts onto both of Kelly’s hands. Erin then picked up the larger sphere and pulled it over Kelly’s head, locking it in the same way as the wrists mitts but this time, around Kelly’s neck.

?Are you okay Kelly,? asked Erin?

?Fine thanks Erin,? replied Kelly in a slightly muffled response as the two girls helped a strange locking Kelly sit down on the prison bunk.

I was intrigued by this weird bondage yet my man-hood was trying to force his way out of my jeans as I stared at this gorgeous girl whose head was now incarcerated in a metal balloon and whose hands were also rendered useless within the metal fist mitts. With that I was ushered out of the prison cell and Jess, pulled the sliding barred door closed, checking it had locked automatically on slamming it shut.

?That’s it Dave,? explained Erin as we left the cell block and Kelly to her weekend in prison.

We then spent the night watching TV and chatting. Both Erin and Jessica then opened up about their lesbian relationship and their love for bondage.

?On some weekends Dave, Kelly locks us both in the cells for the weekend,? explained Erin.

?Yeap but not in the same cell,? Jessica went on to explain.

The girls also explained how they'd all met. Erin and Jess had been friends since high school and had just finished their nursing degree when the offer of a job came up at the state hospital:

"What's different about a State hospital," I asked?

"They used to be known as asylums," Erin went on to exp0lain. "Things have moved on since the days of cold wards, padded cells, horrible food and straightjackets."

"It's a shame that drugs have replaced straightjackets these days for a bunch of kinky nurses like you two," I joked.

"Actually David," Jessica went on to explain: "We have reverted to restraints over the past few years. Our hospital is a pioneer in drug treatment, where addicts who are sentenced to prison term have the option to attend our programme for six months instead of jail time.

Jessica then told me that they were running a cold turkey programme, where addicts were locked up and restrained (for their own good), during the earlier phase of their treatment. She went on to explain that it was hard on her patients but the results had been so successful, the programme was funded for at least another two years.

"So I assume you met Kelly at the hospital," I continued to question?

"Yes we did," responded Erin. "She had just finished her two probation years at the local hospital, when she started getting involved in new practices and medicines for the drug users she saw on a daily basis arriving in ER. Her interest in psycho medicine and practices grew to the point she was offered a job at the new State hospital as the new programme was being set-up.

"Yeap Kelly seems to be a very intelligent girl all right," I replied. "She clearly knows what she wants but to be locked up in a cell, wearing metal hoods and mittens seem a little extreme, when she sees bondage all day in her working life."

"David," Jessica continued: "Kelly is a true mid west girl. She loves wearing skirts and dresses, boots and pantyhose but she is a dedicated to her work and like Erin and I; bondage is a release for us all and turns the table from us being in control all day at work to being completely out of control at the weekend.

"Jessica, please understand that I'm not being judgemental," I replied, trying to dig myself out of a hole. "I've got plenty of self-bondage experience myself (there I said it) so I 100% understand where you are coming from!"

Both girls laughed at my admittance of being into bondage myself and they teased me:

"Maybe, you should spend some time in the cells David," Erin joked.

I told the girls that I'd be delighted to join their weekend games but for now I wanted to find out more about Kelly and her interests.

"So Debbie tells me that there is no guy in Kelly's life right now," I questioned?

Both Erin and Jessica shuck their heads and said that Kelly had several short term boyfriends since her marriage broke down but due to her slightly extreme fetishes, she had never felt she had found the right guy (so far).

"Why are you interested David," asked Jessica?

I went slightly red again and just shrugged off the comment that an extreme good looking and clearly well educated and intelligent girl like Kelly, wouldn't be interested in a guy like me.

"She clearly knows what she wants and I doubt that's me," I responded.

"Well David," replied Jessica: "She particularly loves those thick Lycra pantyhose, heavy cashmere sweaters and all things Lycra and leather so you never know your luck!"

"They're called tights in the UK," I replied. "I must admit I've always loved to see girls wearing opaque Lycra tights (sorry pantyhose), as I think they really show off the wonderful shape of the female leg."

Both Jess and Erin laughed at me and Erin then started to tease:

"Maybe you're kinkier than you're giving out Dave? Maybe you like to wear pantyhose and sweaters yourself!"

I went red as Jessica teased and watched as Erin rubbed her hand along Jessica's denim covered leg.

"Do we make you feel uncomfortable Dave," asked Erin?

"No, not at all Erin," I replied. "I've never lived in a house with three girls before and certainly not with two girls that are so into each other as you two. I do have to admit that you are both so sweet and well matched."

I did remind both girls that I'd lived a long time on my own and being British I was a little shy by nature and asked them to forgive me. By now, at least two hours had now passed when I asked Erin and Jess if they minded if I go and check on Kelly.

?Dave, you can check on the prisoner as often as you like during the weekend,? explained Erin.

"I love your concern for Kelly Dave, it's so sweet," teased Jessica.

"Yeah Jess, I think Dave has an eye for our Kelly," teased Erin!

"Yes I like Kelly," I replied. "She is gorgeous and if I'm going to live with the three of you and your kinky habits, I will show all you of you the same concern!"

"That is so sweet Dave," responded Jessica. "We do have one simple rule when checking on the prisoner at the weekend."

"What's that Jessica," I questioned?

"You MUST NEVER REMOVE THE BONDAGE that is currently in place,? Jessica went on to explain!

I explained that I was 100% comfortable with that rule and wondered why they might think that I'd even want to remove Kelly's bondage as I found her even more attractive in her current position! I then got up and made my way to the cell block entrance and used the keys that were hanging up beside the outer door, to let myself into the small cell block of four cells.

?It’s only me Kelly,? I shouted as I made my way to the last cell on the left, where Kelly still sitting on the bunk, wearing the strange metal mitts and balloon helmet, that imprisoned her head and hands!

?Hello David,? replied Kelly from behind the helmet that hid her face.

By now I’d unlocked the cell door and let myself into the small room with three bare walls and the bars leading out to the corridor.

?Are you okay Kelly,? I asked as I sat on the bunk beside this strange looking girl in a floral print summer dress, wonderful black opaque legs and knee high leather boots.

?Yes, I fine thanks Dave,? replied Kelly. ?It is so sweet of you to ask and I’m still shocked that you’re not freaked out at this strange kinky world that we enter each weekend.

?It’s a lovely world Kelly,? I replied. ?It’s a world that I’d be happy to join if you three will let me.?

With those comforting words, Kelly eased closer to me and asked me to unlock her iron helmet, so that she could see me. I explained that I was sorry, as I couldn’t because of the promise I'd made to Erin and Jessica when I entered into the spirit of their kinky world. I respected the rules that applied to their game and therefore Kelly was stuck for now! We then exchanged a few teasing words and I left, sliding closed and locking the barred door.

?Is she okay Dave,? asked Erin when I finally arrived back in the living room?

?Yeah, she’s fine,? I replied. ?When will you let her out of the helmet and mitts??

?I’ll go in shortly and remove them? explained Erin. ?I'll also leave her some night-ware and tuck her in for the night.?

As you can imagine, that Friday night was a restless one! I think that I whanked about five or six times, thinking about Kelly in her prison cell for the weekend. The next morning I played cool with the girls and went about my Saturday morning jog and returning home with doughnuts for a cup of coffee, late morning.

?Do you mind if I take Kelly a coffee and a doughnut,? I asked Erin who was clearly getting ready to go out.

?You can do what you like Dave,? replied Erin. ?Jess and I are heading out shopping so if you’re staying around, you’re on feeding duty!?

I laughed as the girls left while I prepared to take Kelly a cup of coffee and doughnut.

When I entered the cell this morning, I saw a completely different Kelly. Today she was wearing a bright yellow cashmere sweater and short black pleated mini skirt. She was still wearing a pair of shinny black opaque tights (pantyhose) and the same knee high leather boots. She was also wearing a long black cashmere winter scarf, which was wrapped twice around her neck and folded into a knot in front, leaving the remainder of the two ends, dangling free below her chin. I have to admit that she looked absolutely gorgeous sitting there with her long blonde hair in a ponytail and her arms clearly tied or handcuffed behind her back. The simple effect of a girl having her arms forced behind her back, means her breasts are forced out in front and in my kinky weird fantasy world, this really enhances the look of a female shape. As I unlocked the cell bars, Kelly tried to get up, which was hindered by the simple fact, her hands were being held behind her back:

?Good morning Dave,? greeted Kelly as I slid open the bars.

?Good morning Kelly,? I replied in a matter-of-fact way. ?I see that I’m going to have to feed you this morning!?

?You could always unlocked my wrists Dave,? teased Kelly as she turned to show me the S&W standard issue police handcuffs that kept her arms pinned behind her back and her ample chest pushed forward, against the tight cashmere (bright yellow) sweater that she wore.

?I don’t think so Kelly," I replied as I sat down beside her to start the slow process of feeding her a doughnut and coffee.

I had always fantasised about having the opportunity to feed a bound beauty, such as Kelly. In a way, my dream was coming true and I savoured every bite she took of the doughnut and every sip from the cup of coffee as I raised it to her mouth.

"You're enjoying this," said Kelly as she just finished another sip of coffee.

"I sure am Kelly," I responded. "Having you locked inside this cell and cuffed is a real turn on for me."

We chatted for ages that morning and I stayed in the cell, even after I finished feeding Kelly.

?David,? asked Kelly in a shy voice. ?Would you mind untying the scarf as I’m cooking under all this wool??

?Kelly,? I replied. ?You know I’m not going to change a thing! I’ve promised Erin and Jess that I would stick to the rules of this game and anyway, I love how you look and the wool scarf certainly adds to you winter wonderland fantasy!"

Kelly then eased herself closer to me and with no prompting, leaned against me, placing her head on my shoulder:

"Dave, I hope you don't mind me being so forward but I'm so happy that you've joined our little weekend game and I feel so safe with you around," explained Kelly.

"I'm glad I make you safe Kelly," I responded placing my arm around her shoulder to make her feel even warmer (as if the wool sweater, thick tights and scarf were not cooking her enough)! "I've no intention of doing anything to hurt or abuse you in your current state of bondage."

Kelly then looked up at me and kissed me on the cheek:

"Thank you so much David."

She then sat up and looked at me:

"So I guess that you are no stranger to bondage David," asked Kelly in a surprising new wave of energy?

"No, not at all Kelly," I replied. "I've been a lover of bondage most of my teenage and now adult life! My ex wife wasn't really a fan but to keep the statuesque, she did indulged in a little tying up and handcuffing but this usually involved me being the sub. While  never complained, I have always had fantasies about females in bondage, just the way you are right now and therefore I feel that I've struck gold meeting the three of you and your little prison right here in Illinois!"

"So did you bring any of your bondage toys with you to the States," questioned Kelly?

"Sadly not Kelly," I replied. "I'm not sure bringing a set of handcuffs, leg-irons and prisons sets through airport security would be that bright an idea!"

"I guess not David but now you're here, you can use ours," Kelly continued. "I find it a little overwhelming that I've met a guy that also has a thing for wool bondage."

"I know what you mean," I said. "I have always seen scarves as being the perfect bondage accessory. When I watched TV shows back in the 70's and 80's, seeing girls cleave gagged with scarves means I now relate the two and  therefore I suppose that I see scarves as an integral component of bondage. It wasn't until 10 of 15 years ago that I started to see girls wear thick black (opaque) pantyhose and from the first time I saw them covering a woman's legs, I've had a thing for them."

"So be honest David, have you ever worn pantyhose," asked Kelly in a serious voice. "I want you to be open and honest with me"

"If I told you that I've worn tights (pantyhose) many times, what would you think of me Kelly," I responded in a nervous tone?

Kelly then looked into my eyes and with very little effort, our mouths met and our tongues tangled for at least five minutes. When we broke for the first time, Kelly just smiled and said:

"David, I had hoped that would be your answer. You and I are going to get on just fine!"

With that, Kelly took what little control she had and we kissed for the second time. I had no option but to hold this bound blonde tight and squeeze the warm wool that now pressed harder into my stomach as she gained as much pressure from the kiss as possible. As we broke for the second time, I got in first:

"That was unexpected Kelly but very enjoyable! Don't think you can twist me around your little finger to get any freedom?"

"David, I do not want my freedom at the moment as I'm so happy to be sharing my bondage with you!"

I then explained to Kelly that as much as I was enjoying our new level of friendship, I wanted to go and make some lunch for us both and continue the feeding, that I'd begun to enjoy so much only twenty of thirty minutes earlier. Kelly and I kissed again but soon I was out of the cell, locking the bars behind me and heading off to the kitchen to prepare some lunch. I knew Kelly liked burgers so I went about making up my own recipe and returned to the cell within half and hour.

"Those smell wonderful David," said Kelly as I unlocked and entered the cell.

"I've brought you a straw for the soda but feeding you this burger is going to be a challenge," I explained as I started the incredibly slow yet enjoyable experience of taking one mouthful of my own burger and then feeding Kelly a mouthful of hers.

At one point I did actually untie and remove her long woollen scarf. It was clearly going to get too messy otherwise so I set it down on the bunk beside me and warned Kelly that it was going back on after we finished lunch!

"That was an excellent Burger David," complemented Kelly as she took her last bite."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I graciously replied.

Kelly then explained that she needed to take a pee. I then sat there wondering what to do next so I took the safest option. I therefore took out the empty plates on a tray and after placing it on the ground; I slid closed and locked the cell bars.

"Kelly, if you reverse up to the bars, I'll unlock your wrist," I explained.

With that Kelly pushed her cuffed hands up to the bars of her cell and I unlocked the cuffs.

"Okay, I'll be back in 10 minutes so enjoy your short freedom," I explained before heading back to the kitchen with the empty tray and empty handcuffs dangling from my right hand."

Little did I know, I'd just broken one of the girl's rules of the weekend! I had thought I was doing the right thing, allowing Kelly to take a piss, without my help. It was when I arrived back in the cell block did the fun begin:

"Hey Kelly are you all done," I asked approaching the last cell on the left?

"Yeap, sure am Dave," replied Kelly!

"So are you going to allow me to re-cuff your hands behind your back," I asked in a semi serious voice?

"Nope," replied Kelly! "You've just learnt your first lesion of our weekend games. At the start of each day, we have a window to secure the prisoner into their chosen bondage. If for whatever reason that bondage is broken, then escape rules apply!"

"That's fine Kelly," I responded. "You certainly don't have the keys to the cell bars so you're still stuck in there. You therefore have two options: (1) You can let me cuff you the easy way or (2) I can leave you to sweat in there until Jessica & Erin return and the three of us force you back into bondage!"

Kelly stood opposite me. Her on the inside of the locked bars and me on the outside! I of course had the upper hand and the freedom to leave the cell block. Without keys to the jail cell, Kelly was stuck so we were in stalemate!

"You always have a third option Dave," explained Kelly!

"And what is that my dear," I questioned?

"You could always come in here and force me back into the handcuffs yourself," Kelly teased in the seductive voice I was starting to fall for. "I'm sure a big strong guy like you would have no problems forcing me back into the handcuffs!"

"I could Kelly but I guess from your tone you will want me to be rough but I'm afraid to take your game too far and hurt you," I replied. "If you accept option one, then I'll soon have you back in restraint and I'd like to continue our conversation from earlier."

Kelly explained that we were at an impasse so I turned and left the cell block, leaving Kelly shouting at me to come back. This gave me a little time to be nosey and check the toy cabinet, which was just outside the cell block and to the right of the heavy steel door that kept the small block of four cells secured from the outside world.  I have to admit that the toy cabinet or cabinets as I found were all very well stocked with all sorts of wonderful chains, handcuffs, leg-irons and many different hoods, mask, helmets and restraints. I didn't really know what I was looking for but I did know that I wanted something to force Kelly back into the handcuffs that were now hanging from my right jeans pocket. Okay, I had an idea so I picked up a second pair of handcuffs and a set of leg-irons. That done, it was time to put my plan into action so off I went to the cell again:

"So Kelly, have you decided to co-operate yet," I asked the gorgeous blonde who was now sitting comfortably on her prison cell bunk.

"I take it from those extra toys that you are preparing for my suggested option and to storm the cell," teased Kelly?

"Okay Kelly, have it your way," I said as I used the keys to unlock the bars, which easily slid open.

Kelly then rushed towards me but I caught her left arm, twisting it behind her back, which came with a little yelp.

"Oh don't be a big baby Kelly," I shouted as she then landed her right high heeled boot into my nuts.

"FUCK ME, THAT HURT," were my only words as I fell to the ground, letting go of Kelly's arm.

I then grabbed her right leg while I was on the ground and grabbing one of the leg irons, it was soon locked around her ankle.

"Not so fast big boy," were Kelly's next words as she dropped to the ground, to fight me, trying to ensure the free cuff never made it to the steel tubing on the cell bunk.

She was clearly enjoying our scrap, which I was trying to hold back on because I didn't want to hurt her. As I just about got the cuff around the steel tubing, Kelly suddenly let her grip go, allowing me to attach the open cuff to the bunk and her to grab one of the pairs of handcuffs I'd brought and attach it to my right wrist. Her speed and efficiency took me by surprise so it was a fight to ensure the other cuff didn't make it to same steel tubing. Just as I thought I managed to gain the upper hand, Kelly seemed to relax a little and our mouths met again, and it was our tongues that were now fighting inside mouths. My next mistake was to relax but what I forgotten is Kelly still had hold of the open handcuff, which she soon attached to the jail cell bunk.

"That's not fair," I yelled but I was now at a major disadvantage!

While Kelly's ankle was attached to the bunk with 19 inches of chain, both her arms and hands were free. As for me, my right wrist was now attached to the bunk with only an inch or so of chain so not only was I one arm down but my movement was restricted a lot more than Kelly's. She used this to her advantage by getting onto her feet and with both hands; she twisted my free arm behind my back:

"Do you give up Dave," she shouted while in the same breathe; she grabbed the second pair of handcuffs, attaching one of the cuffs to my left wrist?

"Not bloody likely," was my response as I fought to regain some control but all I managed to do was allow Kelly to use her entire body weight to force me head first into the concrete of the cell floor.

By now Kelly was twisting my body with her goal to get my wrists to meet and the open cuff around my right wrist, which would mean game over for me. Truth-be-told the game was basically over for me but I did try to fight this beautiful blonde who had two arms to fight me, while I'd only one arm to respond with. Our tussle therefore lasted only another few minutes until the pain was too much and I relaxed ever so slightly, giving Kelly the opportunity to push home. The ratchet noise of the last cuff, told me that the fight was over and the game won (for Kelly). In a final victory move, Kelly went for my pocket but I'd just decided the same thing and got there before her. With all the strength left in my sore arms, I threw the keys towards the open cell door.

"You cunning bastard Dave," screamed Kelly as the keys slid towards the open bars, Kelly in hot pursuit, until the chain attached to her ankle would take her no further. For the next five minutes, I watched from the bunk as Kelly scrambled to reach the keys but they were just out of reach.

"Oh well Kelly, I think we both lost," I laughed as Kelly turned round to face me with a smile on her face.

"At least I don't have my hands cuffed behind my back and at the same time, attached to the bunk by a second pair," responded Kelly. "I think I actually won this battle!"

Resigned to the fact that she couldn't reach the keys, Kelly gave up and sat down beside me on the cell bunk.

"It's payback time," Kelly explained as she picked up the long black woollen scarf and wrapped it twice around my neck, tying it just below my throat, in the same fashion she wore it all morning.

"That actually feels so wonderful Kelly," I replied in an attempt to show her that was actually enjoying her attention.

"You're so much more kinky than you've been letting on," teased Kelly as she planted a long kiss on my mouth.

We then sat on the cell bunk for at least two or three hours, chatting and petting until we finally heard Erin and Jessica shouting out.

"Jess look what we have here," yelled Erin as she arrived at the open cell, picking up the keys on route.

"I see our new lodger has broken his first rule and found out the hard way at the same time," replied Erin and she too arrived at the open cell.

Jess then left for a few minutes and returned with another pair of handcuffs. Jessica and Erin both entered the cell and with a slight struggle, Kelly's hands were now cuffed behind her back, just like mine! Checking my bondage Erin then released the cuffs that were pinning me to the bunk. I then stood up to leave but she just pushed me back on the bunk saying:

"I think you need to learn your lesion Dave! You've broken the rules and you have to pay for it!"

"But Erin, I released Kelly to allow her to take a piss," I replied in a nervous voice.

"Well then Dave," explained Jess. You should have helped her and not released her hands. That's what we would have done!"

Those were Erin and Jessica's last words before they unlocked Kelly's ankle from the bunk and left the tiny cell, slamming the bars closed behind then, leaving me locked in a jail cell for the first time with the gorgeous blonde, Kelly.

"So here we are gain," teased Kelly as she turned to face me; her hands now cuffed behind her back, just like mine.

"I guess that's us even my dear," I responded, pushing my face towards hers and another kiss.

I was so horny! I loved the way Kelly's tits pushed forward with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her bright yellow fleece sweater and short skirt with tights and boots just turned me on so much! Kelly was just so cute and she knew it! We continued to kiss and chat as the afternoon turned into evening:

"So David, be honest," asked Kelly. "How much cross dressing have you done?"

I was extremely reluctant to answer Kelly's question as I'm not sure I was ready to pour my inner most secrets out to this gorgeous girl.

"I've done my fair share Kelly," I replied, trying to dodge the question.

"Come on David, open up to me," Kelly continued to push.

"Okay, okay Kelly," I replied. "I'm uncomfortable telling you this side of me because I've always just been a closet cross dresser and felt it to be a bit gay."

Kelly then reassured me more by contusing the passionate kissing and explaining that most cross dressers were not gay and that she had always dreamed of spending time with a guy who liked to dress in girl's cloths.

"So Kelly, if I turn the question on you," I replied. "What would turn you on the most if I was to dress up for you?"

"Ah David, that's an interesting question," responded Kelly. "As you know I love wool, Lycra and to a lesser extent: PVC and Leather. I therefore guess, I'd love you to dress to a similar way that I am right now so a sweater or sweater dress would be the ideal attire for my man."

"Well my dear, I went on to pour my heart out: "Back in Scotland, I have a closet full of sweaters, sweater dresses, skirts, tights (sorry pantyhose) of all colours but all extremely opaque to hide my leg hairs and several pairs of shoes and boots that fit my feet perfectly. I even have an Afghani Burka that completely hides my female attire. You know, one of those hideous dresses that some Islamic ladies wear that cover their entire body from head to toe?"

Kelly just stared at me and listened intently as I emptied my most inner secrets onto a girl that I hardly knew. A girl that was gorgeous but like me was handcuffed and locked in a prison cell, attached to her own home.

We continued chatting for another hour when we finally heard the sound of the outer door being unlocked and Erin and Jessica entering the tiny cell block. Erin unlocked the cell door and asked Kelly to leave with her. Erin then slid the bars shut, locking me inside on my own this time. It was at least another twenty or thirty minutes until Erin and Jessica returned with Kelly, who was now wearing an extremely heavy wool sweater dress with the most enormous roll neck collar that nearly covered the lower part of her face. Kelly hands were still cuffed behind her back and she moved very slowly because her ankles were clearly now locked into a pair of leg-irons.

"Okay, you next," explained Jessica as I was ushered out of the cell, leaving Erin to close the bars, locking Kelly back in on her own.

I was taken upstairs to my room, where my hands were unlocked and I was told to go and change into the cloths that were left on my bed. As I intrigued to find o0ut what the girls had left for me but not surprised when I found a black wool sweater dress, exactly the same as the one Kelly was wearing right now. They'd also left me a pair of thick black Lycra tights and a black padded bra to wear so in my own privacy, I changed into the female attire, just like I'd done many times on my own over the last years. I have to admit that sweater dress was luxurious and soft. It had an enormous collar and therefore covered my body from my chin to just above my ankles.

"Are you changed yet Dave," shouted Erin from the living room, just the other side of my bedroom doors?

"Yeap, that's me ready," shouted back in response!

Erin then entered the cell, carrying a pair of ladies shoes:

"These should fit you Dave," explained Erin as she knelt down to fit the low heeled (thank goodness) pumps onto my feet and buckled the straps.

Jessica then arrived holding a pair of leg-irons and handcuffs:

"Okay Dave," let's get you restrained again," explained Jessica."

"What if I don't want to be restrained," I asked?

"The rules of our game David mean you have to surrender to bondage first thing in the morning or during a change of clothes throughout the day," explained Jessica.

Jessica then handed the leg-irons to Erin who was still on her knees and the cuffs were now locked around my ankles. At the same time Erin was locking my ankles, Jessica jumped onto my bed and taking holding of my arms, she pulled them behind my back and locked them back into a pair of handcuffs. I was now led back down to the cell block and Kelly who was relaxing on the cell bunk.

"Hello gorgeous," were Kelly's welcoming words as Jessica pushed me inside the open cell, while Erin closed the bars shut, locking us both inside.

"See you ladies shortly," said Erin as the two girls left Kelly and I once again.

So here we were again, locked inside the jail cell, both wearing the same heavy wool sweater dresses.

"So you look good," said Kelly as she opened the conversation.

"Only good," I replied?

"Okay David," Kelly went on to tease. "Just because you're dressed like a girl, doesn't mean you need to act like one!"

I just smiled back at Kelly in response and we kissed:

"I assume it is alright to kiss you Kelly," I queried? "I thought it was safe for girls to kiss in this house!!!"

Kelly just broke down in laughter and her tongues tangled again. We must have played with each other for at least an hour when Erin and Jessica returned to the cell block, announcing that it was dinner time. Erin escorted Kelly out of the cell, while Jessica helped me to my feet from the jail cell bunk and led me by the arm to the kitchen, where the girls (Jessica and Erin) had prepared some pasta and bread:

"So are you going to un-cuff us," I questioned as Kelly and I were instructed to sit down at the table?

"Not a chance of that," replied Erin as she started the long and laborious process of feeding Kelly, while Jessica took the time to feed me.

I had spent lunch time feeding Kelly myself so I knew how slow a process it was but it was fun! All four of us laughed through dinner as Erin and Jessica managed to keep the penny pasta and sauce from spilling on our black wool dresses. After dinner we had coffee but Erin and Jess left straws in the cups and watched as Kelly and made fouls of ourselves, drinking the coffee by a straw. Just before we were led back down to the cells for the rest of the evening, Erin and Jessica produced two thick wool balaclava's and pulled them over our heads, tucking them into the massive collar that surrounding both Kelly's and my throat. All that was left of our faces was two eye holes that peered from behind the thick layer of wool that now engulfed our heads. Straight after the mask fitting, both Erin and Jessica led Kelly and I back to the cell block. I was taken by surprise when Jessica pushed me into the cell, next to Kelly's and closed the bars behind me.

"Hey that's not fair," I shouted as Erin directed Kelly inside the neighbouring cell, locking the bars behind her.

"Enjoy what is left of your evening guys," said Erin as the two lesbians left the cell block, slamming closed and locking the outside door.

There was very little else I could do but sit on the cell bunk and chat to Kelly, who was in the next cell.

"Are you okay Dave," asked Kelly from the next door cell?

"Yes, I'm fine thanks Kelly," I replied.

"Are you cooking yet, under all that wool," Kelly continued to question?

"To be honest Kelly, I love the soft wool," I continued. "The dress feels fantastic and as I've already told you, I'm a lover of tights (sorry Pantyhose). I adore the way they make my legs feel when I rub them together and the soft slippery feeling of the Lycra just drives me insane. The balaclava is great too. It is going to get a little uncomfortable after a while but for now, I'm enjoying my bondage."

Kelly laughed and continued to tell me what a pervert I must be, loving the attire I'd been forced into by Jessica and Erin. Deep down in I knew she loved me dressed the way I was and I longed for the time, she invited me to fuck her blonde brains out! It was well after ten, when Erin and Jessica returned. Erin went to attend to Kelly so I was left with Jessica who I had started to think enjoyed bossing men around:

"Okay David, time to release you for the night," explained Jessica from the other side of the locked bars. "If you reverse up to the bars, I'll unlock your ankles and then your hands. I should remind you that any funny business will mean you'll be stuck in the handcuffs all night!"

I'd no wish to spend an entire night with my hands cuffed behind my back. By now I'd worn the bloody things for at least seven or eight hours so I was ready even for some limited freedom, which came soon enough as Jessica first of all, unlocked and removed the leg-irons and then my handcuffs:

"There you go David, you're free for the night," explained Jessica.

"What do you mean, free for the night," I replied in a teasing tone?

"You're free to remove your hood and dress David but unless you're Houdini or have keys to the cell, I'm afraid you're stuck in there for the night," Jessica responded.

"Enjoy yourselves," were Erin last words as they left Kelly and I in the jail cells for the rest of the night.

"So Kelly, what do we do now," I questioned as I pulled the thick wool balaclava from my head and then the heavy wool sweater dress, leaving the black bra and tights.

"Not much Dave," replied Kelly. "I suggest you strip down to your panties and get into bed.

I informed Kelly that I wasn't wearing panties, just the tights so she laughed and suggested I leave the tights on all night, since I love them so much. We both laughed and wished each other goodnight as the cell block lights went out.

It was a comfortable night but I was horny as hell, locked in the next cell to Kelly; this beautiful girl who was not only my landlady but also hopefully my lover and she loved to have her man cross-dressed in wool and handcuffs. How could life get any better? Boy did I want to masturbate but with only a set of open bars to the corridor outside, I knew that Kelly would hear me as an orgasm built so I lay under the duvet of my jail cell bunk and waited for sleep to take over.

It was around nine o'clock when I finally awoke to the noise of Kelly calling from the next cell:

"Are you awake David," she called out?

"I m now Kelly, what's up," I called back in reply from my jail bunk?

"Nothing Dave, I just wanted to check you are okay," replied Kelly. "After all it is your first night in a jail cell (I hope) and I want to make sure that you were still okay with your situation?"

"I'm fine Kelly," I called back. "I would much rather be in your cell with you right now."

Kelly just laughed in response and we chatted for the next 20 or 30 minutes:

"I could do with a shower," I said as I eased myself out of bed, still wearing the tights from yesterday.

"I'm afraid we're stuck in here until eleven o'clock," explained Kelly. "At eleven Erin and Jess will come down to release us. We'll then be free to go and take a shower and get dressed before being called down to brunch. That's something else in our rules. Whoever is being the jailor for the weekend has got to prepare a cooked breakfast for the prisoners upon their release?"

I had no clothes to wear except the thick wool dress from yesterday so wanting to continue my enjoying, I pulled on the black padded, gel filled bra; followed by the heavy wool sweater dress and finally the thick wool balaclava (what the hell), I was once again cocooned in a thick layer of the finniest wool.

"So have you enjoyed your first night in jail," asked Kelly from the next door cell?

"I still am Kelly," I replied. I would be much happier in there with you right now but since that isn't to be, I'll relish my last hour or so in captivity but i hope we can explore a relationship outside jail."

There was silence on the other side of the brick wall that separated our two jail cells:

"David, I'd love to Kelly finally broke the silence."I was a little scared that you might only be interested in me when tied-up but if you're keen to see where this leads, then so am I but please let's keep anything from Erin and Jess for now?"

"No problem Kelly," I responded. "I'm happy to play along and keep anything between us from the other girls until we see where it goes."

With that, Erin entered the cell block, asking if we were decent before coming down to unlock our cells. She just stopped outside my cell and smiled:

"So you're a wool freak just like Kelly," Erin laughed, looking at me covered from head to toe in fantastic wool! "Kelly you need to see this," were Erin's next words as she went to Kelly's cell and unlocked her bars first.

Kelly and Erin then stood outside my cell, looking in at the apparition that now stood opposite the bars, still locked inside the jail cell.

"Ladies are you going to release me or stare at me all day, like a monkey in the zoo," I questioned?

"Leave him to me," explained Kelly who was also wearing the thick wool sweater dress and balaclava, just like me.

As Erin left the cell block, handing the keys to her wool covered landlady, Kelly unlocked my cell door, offering me freedom for the first time in just over 22 hours. It was then our wool covered faces met, trying to force our tongues through the thick wool of our balaclavas.

"Can we lose these," I asked Kelly as I pulled my balaclava free from my face?

"Absolutely," replied Kelly as she pulled her thick wool balaclava free from her face, allowing us to kiss properly since Erin and Jessica separated us last night. "David, I can't believe you just dressed yourself that way this morning. I am really going to enjoy getting to know you a lot better!"

With that, we left the cell block and headed to our separate bedrooms for showers and to prepare for a new day (Sunday), which followed a wonderful American breakfast of waffles and pancakes.

An Unexpected Stay in Hospital:

The rest of the week was rather uneventful. We all worked at our own jobs and returned home most evenings. Kelly did explain that I'd have to wait two weeks to play jailor to Erin and Jessica who did say that they were both up for a joint weekend in prison. Next weekend the two nurses had a weekend shift to complete before a week off in leu. Kelly and I got to know each other a little better but nothing else happened between us as we wanted to keep our virgin relationship from the two lesbians for as long as possible. We were however looking forward to an enjoyable weekend on our own with Erin and Jessica working twelve-hour shifts on both Saturday and Sunday.

I was busy at work on Friday afternoon, getting things ready for the weekend when Debbie (my PA) called:

"David, I've got Kelly on the phone for you!"

"Thanks Debbie, put her through," I replied. "Hello Kelly, it's David"

"Hey David, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to work late tonight," explained Kelly. "One of the other doctors has taken sick and I'm going to have to stay on shift with Erin and Jessica until at least eleven tonight."

"Shit happens, Kelly," I replied. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

There was a silence of the end of the phone:

"Actually David," Kelly went on to say: "You could bring over a Chinese take-a-way and we could eat it here if that suits you?"

I agreed to go home and change and I'd bring a Chinese over to the hospital around seven that evening. Kelly had explained that security would be prompted to let me in but all the staff would be away by nine, leaving Kelly, Erin and Jessica running the place, with a few security guards working at different locations within the facility.

I arrived at the gates of the hospital at around seven-twenty, running slightly late. The male security guard let me straight through and directed me to the staff car park and said that he'd call Kelly to meet me at reception.

"Hey David, over here," called Kelly as I stepped out of my car, heading straight for reception.

"Hey Kelly, this place is a little like a prison," I explained as Kelly asked the security guard on reception to electronically open the heavy door, allowing Kelly and I entre the facility:

"It's not really," replied Kelly as we headed for the staff canteen. "It is a high security hospital and all the 'patients' as we like to call them are locked up in their own rooms at night and sometimes restrained for their own good but apart from that, this is primarily a hospital where we treat sick people. After dinner I will show you around."

We chatted at length as we tucked into the Chinese take-a-way. Kelly talked about her work and the drugs programme that she was responsible for delivering on behalf of the county and ultimately the state. We finished eating around eight twenty when Kelly explained she needed to do her rounds:

By now all the patients were locked in their rooms, which were a lot larger than the cells back at Kelly's house but never-the-less, each room as locked via a heavy door with a Perspex window to allow Kelly to check on her patients. We arrived at an open room, which I naturally entered due to my curiosity and once inside Kelly stopped to kiss me.

"Ummm, that was nice," I said as we broke for the first time.

"Only nice," responded Kelly?

"Actually it was wonderful Kelly," I teased! "Can I have another?"

As we kissed for the second time, Kelly's pager bleeped and she explained that she had to go and see Erin who was having a problem with another patient:

"Wait here David and I'll be back shortly," explained Kelly.

I went and sat on the bed while I waited on Kelly to return. It was about ten minutes later when Jessica entered the room:

"Hi David, I heard you were here, are you enjoying your tour?"

"Yes, Kelly is a great tour guide," I replied. "Is that a straightjacket you're holding?"

"It sure is David," replied Jessica. "I was about to use it on one of the patients but the threat of the jacket was enough to calm him down."

Jessica knew I was intrigued and went on to explain that this jacket was a new type with no buckles and closed at the back with a rear heavy duty zip.

"Would you like to try it on David?"

"Can I trust you Jessica," I replied as she approached me holding out the arms, inviting me to slip my hands inside the canvas sleeves.

"Trust me David; I'm a nurse," teased Jessica as she was now pulling up the rear zip. "As you can see David, the arms have Velcro strips at the end and if you fold your arms, I'll just wrap the sleeve ends (which were very, very long) twice around your body, using the Velcro to secure the straps tightly."

"These are tight Jessica," I complained as I try to pull my arms free.

"They're supposed to be dummy," Jessica laughed as she took the last strap which hung like a tail. "This strap comes up between your legs just like this and if I loop it twice around your folded arms, just like that; the Velcro means you're well and truly stuck!"

Jessica was right, I was stuck but enjoying my first straightjacket experience at the same time! At the same time, Jessica's pager went off (just like Kelly's did ten minutes early):

"Sorry David, need to go but I'll be back in ten of fifteen minutes to release you," explained Jessica as she panicked under some pressure. "I promise David, I'll be back as quickly as possible."

With that Jessica was gone and I was left in the room to continue my first straightjacket experience. The jacket was tight but I guess Jessica was right, it had to be. I stretched my arms, trying to free the Velcro straps but it was no use, I was really stuck in the tightest hug I'd ever experienced! It was then I headed out to the corridor to see if anyone was around in the hope Jessica or Kelly would return and free me. As I slipped out through the open door of the room, two nurses were passing:

"Oh no you don't Mr Simpson," shouted the red head as she grabbed hold of right arm, pointing me back into the open room!

As soon as the redhead asked for help, the other nurse with long jet black hair grabbed my left arm and with the two of them holding me, I was pushed back into the room I'd just exited:

"Ladies, I'm David Jones, Kelly's friend," I yelled but neither listened as they slammed the heavy door closed.

"Calm down Mr Simpson," yelled the redhead from behind the now locked door. "I'll be back in ten minutes to check on you!

Now I was in trouble! I was not only a prisoner in the straightjacket but I was now locked inside the small room, which to be honest was now a prison cell as the door was locked and any chance of escape for me was now impossible. I went back to the bed to sit down and wait to be rescued but I sat there for at least half-an-hour before I heard the lock being turned and the cell door opening. I jumped to my feet to be met by the redhead and her friend (colleague) once again:

"Nurse, I told you that I'm Kelly's friend David," I pleaded. "Jessica was demonstrating the straightjacket when she was called away."

"That's a likely story Mr Simpson," the redhead replied. "I've read your file and it clearly states that you'll do or say anything to get you own way!"

"No nurse, I am David Jones," I shouted       back in a serious voice!"

"Or you'll do what Mr Simpson," replied the redhead. "I don't think you're in any position to do a thing!"

"Listen to me," you stupid bitch, go and get Jessica or Kelly and they'll bring you up to speed," I responded in a blind panic!

"Well Sharon," explained the girl with long black hair, "I think we should show Mr Simpson what happens to fowl mouthed patients in this institute!"

"Sure Janet, go and fetch the hood and gag," replied the redhead, whom I now realised was called Sharon.

I continued to plead and even tried to push past Sharon who stood near the open door, blocking my exit route. Soon Janet was back with an ominous black bag and leather straps. I fought hard to stop the hooding but it was no use. Sharon pushed me to the floor with ease due to my incapacity, while Janet pulled the thick black nylon hood over my head reducing my vision to next-to-nothing with some light coming through the large hole for my mouth. This was short lived as Janet forced the long penis gag into my mouth and started the slow process of buckling the various straps on the head harness. My world was not, not only in complete darkness but my screams were reduced to a dull MUMPTH!

"That's you done Mr Simpson," teased Janet as she asked Sharon to help her get me onto the bed.

Again I tried to plead that I was David Jones but now I couldn't even speak, never mind see so the last thing I heard was the heavy door slamming closed, no doubt locking automatically and that is how I remained for quite some time, which was a dark place where time really had no meaning. At some point through the evening, Sharon and Janet returned to prepare me for the long night ahead. The crotch strap on the straightjacket was removed, followed by my boxers and jeans. I could feel a horrible nappy (diaper) being pulled around my waist and the crotch strap being re-fastened. I therefore spent the rest of the night in a dark cocoon, completely immobilised by the fearsome straightjacket that held me in a tight hug! Why did Kelly or Jessica not return for me? Surely they would notice I was missing but for forever reason, I was left bound in the straightjacket, hooded and gagged for the entire night, which was long and very uncomfortable!

I must have drifted off to sleep at some point but I was awakened at some point by two familiar voices (Jessica and Erin). I went nuts as I scrambled to my feet, MYMPTHING into the gag that had filled my mouth all night:

"Please calm down Mr. Simpson," shouted Erin.

In my panic to try and tell them who I was, I had failed to appreciate that the girls saw my actions as aggressive and they decided to leave me once more:

"Mr. Simpson," explained Jessica. "We were going to release you and clean you up before breakfast but you're too violent so we're going to have to wait until the doctor comes on duty in an hour."

"NO-NO-NO," I screamed into the gag but it was no use. Jessica and Erin turned and left the room, locking me once more.

I had pissed myself numerous times through the night so by now I was extremely uncomfortable, never mind my arms which by now were both aching with hours and hours of strain within the straightjacket. I loved bondage but this was a whole new ballgame!

It was at least another few hours until I heard the door being unlocked and the sound of familiar voices:

"Jessica, are you sure you saw Dave leave the building last night," asked Kelly?

I MUMPTHED into my gag but in a relaxed manner so I scare the girls away this time:

"No Kelly I didn't," replied Jessica. "Sharon told me last night that she saw him leave when they checked in Mr Simpson here."

Again I shuck my head and MUMPTHED into the gag:

"I've got a bad feeling about this," explained Kelly as she instructed Jessica and Erin to hold me tight as she started the process of removing the straps that held the hood on my head and the large gag, inside my mouth.

My jaw ached but as soon as the straps were released, the gag was pulled clear of my aching mouth:

"Thank God it's you Kelly," I whispered as I got used to having the power of speech again.

"Is that you David," screamed Kelly as she pulled the black hood clear of me head, revealing (I'm sure) an extremely dishevelled looking guy (me)!

"SHIT; what happened David," asked Jessica as the two girls let go of their tight grip?

"Those two monsters Sharon and Janet mistook me for some guy called Mr Simpson and they pulled the hood over my head and gagged me about ten minutes after you left me last night Jessica," I responded in a quiet voice, due to the hours of gagging.

After my explanation Kelly asked Jessica and Erin to go and tend to the other patients while she sorted me out.

"Are you okay David," asked Kelly as she sat down on the bed beside me?

"I'm sore and tired Kelly," I responded. "I'd like out of this jacket and the nappy (sorry diaper) that isn't very pleasant as I'm sure you can smell."

"To be honest David," Kelly continued. "I've gotten used to so many bad smells in this place over the years. I really can't smell anything too bad in this room.

Kelly went on to ask me if I wanted to make an official complaint about Janet and Sharon but knowing that it would probably get Kelly into trouble for inviting me into the hospital and Jessica into even more trouble for putting me into the straightjacket, I told Kelly that I was okay and I'm sure together we could find a way to repay those two monsters another time. We then laughed together and Kelly kissed me:

"Are you going to let me out of the jacket Kelly," I asked again?

"Actually I think it suits you David," teased Kelly, "I guess you found it tight enough last night?" 

"Yes Kelly, it is tight enough but as this was my first straightjacket experience, I think I've had enough and would like to be freed," I replied in a pleading tone.

Kelly then pulled the Velcro crotch strap that was wound twice around my folded arms and immediately I started to feel a little freer. Next she started to unwind the Velcro straps that held my arms in a tight hug, which meant I could now pull my arms free for the first time in over ten hours. Finally the rear zip was pulled down and Kelly help remove the jacket:

"There you go my dear" explained Kelly. "You're free so I'll take you over to the wash rooms so you can take a shower and get rid of that diaper."

I thanked Kelly but was keen to clean up and head home to shower and change, which I did straight after kissing Kelly goodbye and promising to pay back all of them for my unexpected stay in hospital!

The Dollhouse:

When I arrived home, I took a long bath and tried to gain some movement in my sore and stiff arms. The straightjacket certainly turned me on, but after so many hours wearing one with the added bondage of the hood and gag, I was glad to be free and back in my suite within Kelly's house. Kelly arrived home before Erin and Jessica and knocked on my door as I was sitting on the couch, catching up with TV:

"Come in Kelly," I shouted!"

"Hey there Mr, how are you," asked Kelly as she sat down on the couch beside me, placing her right hand on my knee?

"I'm great thanks Kelly," I replied. "I'm still a bit stiff but the bath helped.

"I so sorry about you unexpected stay in hospital David. I panicked when I first had the idea that those two idiots (Sharon and Janet) had mistaken you for a violent patient, who was due for transport to our facility this weekend but for whatever reason Mr. Simpson never arrived," continued Kelly.

"To be honest Kelly," I explained as I turned to face the gorgeous blond who was still wearing a short skirt, black tights and a tight blouse, which seemed to be her unofficial work uniform. "I'd always wanted to try on a straightjacket Kelly so I guess my unexpected stay in hospital got me intimate with one!"

"If only I'd known David, I've got a range of straightjackets in our little store of goodies, you could have tried one on anytime," Kelly teased as she approached for a kiss, which lasted several minutes.

We joked for a while as we both found my unexpected stay in hospital rather funny but to repay me for not making an official complaint, Kelly explained that she wanted to take me out for dinner tonight. The meal was wonderful and the night in bed that followed was even better. On Sunday we went down to the lake for a walk and this time I treated Kelly to some lunch. As we headed back to the house, there was a new car in the driveway:

"Ah David, you haven't met Stacy and Carol, Erin and Jessica's two kinky lesbian friends," explained Kelly as we pulled into the driveway.

I had hoped the girls would all be playing in the cells but what hit me as Kelly and I entered the house, really took me by surprise:

"I see we have a dolls party in the house this afternoon," laughed Kelly as the site unfolded in front of me. "I should introduce our new lodger (David Jones) who is Debbie's boss!"

The four life size dolls, all wearing identical bright yellow satin dresses stood up to shake my hand. While there was nothing that unusual about the bridesmaid like dresses, except that all four dolls had an identical dolls heads (masks) of porcelain or plastic and all painted with the same dolls faces and black short hair.

"I have to say ladies, I've no idea who is who and this enters my book as really weird but in a good sense," I joked as I shook the hands of Stacey and Carol.

I then headed up to my room to watch more TV and left Kelly with the Dolls. It was about an hour later when there was a knock on my door and a new doll entered, dressed in a very short frilly pink sissy dress. While the puffed out pink skirt was short, this particular doll was also wearing white wool tights and the neck of her dress disappeared under the plastic mask, which had a baby's face painted on it. I just sat there waiting for this doll to speak:

"Hello darling," Kelly spoke from behind the mask.

"Fuck me," was my only response!

Kelly then approached and I touched the plastic mask that completely engulfed her entire head:

"As I said earlier," I continued; "This adds a whole new weird kinky aspect to my life."

"Would you like to join us David," asked Kelly? "I have another sissy baby outfit, which would suit you just fine!"

I looked back at Kelly in complete surprise at her request and politely declined:

"Come on Kelly," I complained; "I can't believe you would even want me to dress as a sissy doll!"

Within ten minutes Kelly had broken my will and persuaded me to at least try on one of the sissy baby outfits, which I knew I'd regret!

When she returned from collecting the bundle of cloths, Kelly handed me a diaper and white wool ribbed tights:

"Go into your room and change into these," she demanded?

"You're getting very demanding Kelly," I replied as I begrudgingly headed towards my private bedroom to slip out of my cloths and into an adult seized deposable nappy (diaper) and the soft woollen ribbed tights.

That done, I returned to Kelly who practically jumped me, telling me how turned on she was when I dressed in tights and girls cloths. She once again tried to kiss me but all I got was the cold baby doll mask pushed into my face!

"Okay sweetie," explained Kelly. "Let's get your hands into these fist mitts?"

Kelly then held up one of the steel mitts she'd worn last Friday when she first went down to the cells. This one was hinged and slipped easily over my right hand, which had to be forced into a fist to accommodate the steel mitt, which Kelly quickly padlocked around my wrist. My left hand was next and soon I had absolutely no use of my fingers like most babies. Next Kelly zipped open the sissy dress and helped me into it. It was made of wonderful soft and padded satin and the mini skirt was frilly and looked identical to Kelly's. The zip was then pulled all the way up to my neck and therefore was soon to be hidden beneath the next item, the doll's head. This fearsome plastic helmet was painted in exactly the same way Kelly's was and came in two parts, the back and the front (face). Kelly held both sides up to my head and then brought them together:

"Can you hold your head please David, while I screw the two parts together," requested Kelly?

I did as I was told and soon my head was now completely encased in the plastic helmet:

"How do I get this off," I enquired?

"You don't," replied Kelly! "You're stuck with it until I say so!"

I laughed as Kelly produced the two final items for me to wear: (1) a pair of fleece baby boots and (2) a pair of fleece mittens, which easily slipped over the steel mitts.

"Now you look adorable David," explained Kelly as our two plastic covered faces met.

She then sat with me talking for about thirty minutes before trying to persuade me again to join the rest of the crowd in the living room. I refused so Kelly left me alone to enjoy my predicament.

It was about six-thirty when two of the other dolls arrived at the door to my room:

"David, can we come in," asked Erin?

"Of course you can Erin," I replied and soon Jessica and Erin were sitting on the couch; me stuck between two life-size dolls:

"Why will you not join us David," asked Jessica?

I came up with some lame excuse before both girls took me by both arms and marched me downstairs. Once there I could see they had put Kelly into a hogtie and left her rolling around the floor, unable to move very far, just like a baby. I tried to reverse out of the situation but soon Jessica or Erin had forced me onto the floor and the two guests were tying my hands behind my back, followed by my ankles, which now put me into a hogtie on the floor in front of Kelly:

"Hello sweetheart," said Kelly as our faces rested one-foot in front of each other.

"Hello to you too," I replied. "Now look at the mess you've got me into!"

The rest of the group laughed and continued their conversation with Kelly and I rolling around the floor like two beached whales! After a while we were exhausted and we got our plastic covered dolls faces as close to each other as possible and whispered:

"Has this happened to you before," I enquired of Kelly?

"Oh yes," laughed Kelly in response!

The next thing I heard was Jessica:

"I don't think babies are supposed to be able to speak," she said in a disapproving mother-like tone!

"I think you're right," replied Erin. "I think we can sort that out."

Erin then stood up and picked up something from the kitchen. When she return, she knelt down in front of Kelly and I and started pushing something into my mouth:

"Open up baby," she teased as an oversized dummy was forced into my mouth, gagging me.

The plastic baby doll face had a small circled opening for a mouth and this clearly had a screw built in because the dummy (pacifier I later learned was the American term) screwed into my mouth, which meant it was stuck in place as there was no way I could even reach it, even if my hands were not tied behind my back. Kelly was next and soon all we could do was MUMPTH fairly inaudible noises at each other while we lay in the uncomfortable hogtie. This continued for the next hour of two as the four girls sat and chatted about normal girlie things while dressed as dolls, all with identical plastic faces.

It was dark outside when the four girls disappeared, leaving Kelly and I to our uncomfortable beached whale impersonations. When all four finally returned they were dressed in jeans and jerseys before Erin and Jessica said their goodbyes to the guests.

As they returned to Kelly and I, they stood in front of us both and stared:

"Erin, what should we do with our two big babies," asked Jessica?

"We could leave them for a while longer," replied Erin.

Kelly and I MUMPTHED into our gags, pleading to be freed! It was obvious that Erin and Jessica felt sorry for us as they knelt down and untied the rope that bound our ankles and hogtie to our wrists. They however did not untie our wrists. Erin then helped Kelly to her feet, while Jessica helped me:

"I think an hour in the cells might cool them both off before dinner," explained Erin and Jessica nodded in agreement.

Ten minutes later Kelly and I were locked into the last cell on the left. We were still gagged and our hands were still tied behind our backs. I would have loved to have been able to turn around and attempt to untie Kelly's wrists but the steel mitts meant my hands were useless. We therefore sat on the bunk and she leant on me, while waited patiently on the return of Erin and Jessica.

When Erin and Jessica finally did return, they brought two trays of food. As soon as the cell bars were opened, our wrists were untied:

"There you go David," explained Erin as removed my fleece mitts, revealing the steel mitts below, which were soon unlocked, freeing my hands for the first time hours.

"MUMPTH," was my only response but she knew I was thanking her:

"You're welcome David," responded Erin as she laughed at my gagged response.

Jessica handed Kelly a screwdriver as both girls exited the cell, locking the bars behind them:

"Enjoy your dinner guys," shouted Erin. "We're heading out the Roadhouse Grill, see you later!"

We were still gagged as Kelly frantically tried to speed the process of removing the eight screws that kept her head locked inside the plastic dolls face. By now I'd unscrewed the dummy and was now able to at least speak:

"Hurry up sweetheart," I laughed as Kelly finally removed the last screw in her plastic helmet, handing the screwdriver to me, so I could start the laborious process of removing my mask!

We chatted as we ate dinner but we were both extremely horny and as soon as we finished the last mouthful of food, we were kissing and fondling each other like to school kids.

"Fuck me David," explained Kelly. "I love it when you're wearing a dress. It really gets me hot!"

"I'm glad you like it Kelly," I replied as she started pulling my tights down, followed by the horrible plastic diaper.

I made short work of Kelly's diaper and tights also but Kelly asked me to keep the satin dress on as I mounted her on top of the cell bunk. We fucked for at least fifteen minutes but our current state of mind meant it wasn't long until I'd spent my load and Kelly had organised for the third time!

"Fuck me, that was powerful," Kelly panted as she came back down to earth. "I've never met a guy who shares my fucked up little fantasies so I never want this feeling to end."

"I aim to please my dear," I responded, pleased that I was able to satisfy this gorgeous girl.

We then lay cuddled up beside each other on the jail cell bunk. I guess there wasn't a lot else we could do until Erin and Jessica returned to free us from the locked prison cell. At one point we slipped back into the tights but left the nappies (diapers) off. Kelly obviously got off on me wearing female clothing but little did she know how horny it also made me feel.

We must have fallen asleep at one point because neither of heard the outer cell-block door open. What woke us was a shock:

"Look what we have hear Erin," shouted Jessica, standing right in front of the locked bars to our cell!

"Jessica they look so sweet together," teased Erin in response.

Kelly and I took a few minutes to recover from the long dose but soon we both realised that we'd been rumbled and both Kelly and Jess probably now realised that we were more than just landlady and lodger. They both smiled as Erin unlocked the cell bars and we picked up the bondage gear and empty trays before heading back to the house to recover from another tiring weekend.

The Revenge of Erin and Jessica:

The next week continued like the previous weeks during my temporary stay in Illinois. I got into the routine of going to work, coming home and even spending some quality time with Kelly, who was now my girlfriend. We had been looking forward to this particular weekend as it was our turn to take control of Erin and Jessica and boy were we both looking forward to giving them a weekend in bondage to remember!

It was Friday morning when Debbie called me:

"Dave, I've got Kelly on the phone for you," hailed Debbie. "By the way you never told me that you two were an item?"

"I'll tell you about that later Debbie," I replied. "Please put Kelly through?

There was a click on the line, which told me that Debbie had now transferred the call:

"Hi Kelly, how are you," I asked?

"Hi Dave, I'm great," replied Kelly. "So you didn't tell Debbie about you and I then?"

"To be honest sweetheart, I didn't think it was any of her business," I responded, wondering why Kelly expected me to tell my secretary. "Anyway she knows now and I guess I'm in for an interrogation at lunchtime today."

"Oh well Dave, rather you than me," Kelly continued. "Anyway, the reason for my call is I've just received an e-mail from Erin, explaining what they want this weekend."

"Can you forward it to my Gmail account," I enquired? "Because Debbie has read-only access to my work account, I don't want her to see any private mails!"

I then passed Kelly my personal e-mail account and within only a few seconds, I'd received the mail:

Hi Kelly,

Jessica and I are looking forward to our weekend, especially now that you and David are getting on so well! We therefore wanted to do something special:

I want this weekend to be a leather weekend;

I assume David will cook for us all tonight, which I have to admit is a fantastic start to our weekends;

Jess and I will dress modestly tonight for dinner with white blouses, a short leather skirt and those opaque Lycra pantyhose that both David and you love so much!

We'd like you and David to put Jessica and I into prison sets tonight with our hands cuffed behind our back and attached to our cuffed ankles;

Tomorrow (Saturday) I'd like Jessica and I to be forced into our leather corset dresses but:

I'm sure both you and Dave can come up with some additional bondage.

See you around six.

Erin

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