The Fair | bondage story | locked gag, cell, chains, drugs

"Hey this looks interesting!" Sarah said as she took John's hand and led him over to the stool at one end of the fair. The sign 'Help Political Prisoners!' hung above the stool.

One of the women standing behind the table came over to them. "Do you know how many people are imprisoned for their beliefs?" she asked. "Locked up and captive having committed no crime!"

John had lost interest but his girlfriend was still listening. She had had some strange notion that he had been taking drugs, which was totally untrue, but she had been trying to get him to admit it for days. He had an idea who might have started the rumour but he still hadn't been able to convince Sarah that it wasn't true. She was a criminal lawyer with a strong sense of right and wrong and she had seen firsthand through a girlfriend of hers the damage that drugs could do.

"Ten dollars to understand a little of how these poor people must feel," the woman continued. John's attention had been drawn to the woman serving them. She looked to be around thirty, was tall and attractive with long dark hair and was casually dressed in denim shorts and T-shirt.

"Why don't you try it?" Sarah said to him as she pulled him around behind the table. There were three large steel barrels each fitted with a heavy barred lid. "I'll pay." After a few more words of encouragement from Sarah, he let the woman help him into one of the barrels.

As she had done many times that day, the woman lowered the barred lid. "You OK in there?" she asked as her big brown eyes looked down into the barrel.

"I'm fine," he replied. She took a padlock from the table and slipped it through the hasp and squeezed it shut.

"You're now officially a prisoner," she smiled as walked off to talk to another potential victim.

Sarah came over and looked into his barrel, her long brown hair falling in her face as she spoke. "Try and escape from there!" she smiled as she ran her fingers along the heavy bars.

"Eight minutes left," he reminded her.

"Unless I pay for an extension," she smiled.

A few minutes later someone jumped up and sat down on top of the barrel. John looked up and saw a denim covered arse sitting on the grill above him. From between the tanned thighs he could tell that it was the brunette who had padlocked him in who was now sitting on top of him. She continued to call out to potential customers seemingly unaware of the guy only a couple of inches beneath her.

He sat beneath her feeling very helpless beneath this woman. Not only did she have him under lock and key, he was now forced to sit there in the dark underneath her butt. He heard the woman in the barrel next to him being unlocked, despite the fact that she had been imprisoned after him. "Hey are my ten minutes up?" he called out to the brunette sitting above him.

She opened her legs and looked down. "Sorry honey, your girlfriend suggested we keep you for a bit longer," she smiled before closing her thighs together once again plunging him into darkness.

Half an hour later, the noise outside died down and the women started to pack up the stool. He heard the other barrels being rolled out and on to a van. At last he thought and he considered how he might repay Sarah for his extended captivity. Then the brunette jumped off and with the help of her friend pushed his barrel on to its side. The woman then rolled the barrel across to the van and up the ramp. "Hey let me out!" John cried as the van doors closed and the van drove off.

When the van came to a standstill, the doors opened and his barrel was rolled out and stood up.

"What the hell you doing!" he shouted at the brunette who looked down at him.

"Shush," she smiled. "I've got the only key to this barrel, I don't think you should speak to me like that." With that, she sprayed something into his face and he blacked out.

He woke up on the floor of a cellar with his hands and feet handcuffed and chained spread-eagle. There was also a heavy chain locked around his neck. He had also been stripped to his underwear. From out of the corner of his eye he saw Sarah walking towards him. She was wearing high heels, a short flowery cotton skirt, a tight top and had her long dark hair tied up behind her.

"What's all this?" he asked trying to lift his head up from the hard concrete floor.

"Your chance to admit to taking drugs and to get some help," Sarah replied very seriously. She stood above him, placed her shoe on his face, with the heel in his mouth and slowly but firmly pushed his head back on to the floor. "These cuffs are maximum security and the chain and padlocks securing your neck to the pillar are the highest security industry grade chains that you can buy. The fire service couldn't cut you free from those," she continued.

She walked over to a table and returned with a lighted candle. She stood over him and let the hot wax drip directly on to his chest. "You're only going to cut your wrists and ankles," she said as he tried to wriggle away. She continued until he had wax from his feet up to his neck.

"Do you have anything to tell me?" she asked.

"No!" he shouted back, "just let me go!"

Again she walked over to the table and returned with a metal device with two chains hanging from it. "Just a gag," she said as she crouched down and forced it into his mouth. She wrapped the chains around his neck and padlocked the two ends together.

She moved so that she was crouched over his head with one foot either side of his neck. She reached down between her thighs and turned a small handle at the front of the gag. He felt the gag inside his mouth expand, pinning his tongue down and totally filling his mouth. "How does that feel?" she asked as she continued to turn.

When he finally cried out in real pain, she smiled and took a small padlock and locked the handle in place. She threaded both gag keys on to a small key ring and held them up above him. "These are mine," she said as a small smile finally broke out on her face. She stood up and he watched as she attached the key ring to the back of her tight pink panties.

The next time she returned with a black market pen in her hand. "Permanent marker, do not allow contact with skin," she read from the side. "Do you know why that is?" she asked as she again crouched down above his head, this time facing down his body. "Its because it takes months to come off," she continued as she removed the lid and started to draw on his chest.

His head was now inside her skirt and her panties just inches above his face. He saw the keys to the gag hanging just to the side of him and felt the pain that the gag was causing in his mouth. He again tried to fight free as she completely ignored him and continued to draw on his body.

When Sarah finally stood up he lifted his head to see that she had drawn flowers all over his chest and arms and the words 'Sarah has me in chains.' He tried to protest but again no words came out.

"It's a shame, you couldn't even confess if you wanted to," she smiled as she looked down on his even more desperate eyes. "You'll notice that you can no longer breathe out of your mouth," she explained as she knelt down above him clamping her ankles to each side of his head. "So if something was to block your nose," she said as she slowly lowered her arse down on to his face, "you wouldn't be able to breathe at all." With that she lowered herself further down until his nose was buried into her arse.

He could still breathe and thankfully took each breath from inside his dark cell underneath her.

"What if I was to do this?" she purred as she tensed her butt muscles tight, gripping his nose and cutting off his air supply. He struggled to move his head but her feet to the side and her arse on top held him rigidly in place. After a short pause, she released her butt muscles but stayed on top of him. "That was fun," she purred as she tightened again.

When Sarah finally released his face from the confines of her butt she retrieved the keys and unlocked the gag.

"Please!" he begged as he looked up at her. "No more, I'm not on any drugs!"

Without a word, Sarah went over to the table and this time returned with a whip.

"No please!" John said as she unrolled it and started to practice on the ground next to him. She whipped the concrete next to him with amazing force making a trail of dust rise up.

"Nothing you want to tell me?" Sarah asked as raised the whip once more. He tensed his body as she let the whip fall across his chest, drawing a line of blood all the way across his chest. She continued until his body and legs were crisscrossed with red. He couldn't take anymore and although it wasn't true he admitted to being addicted to drugs. Even if she turned him into the police, it would be better than anymore time in her custody.

"Good," Sarah smiled, "now I can help you." She knelt down and started to clean up the cuts all over his body and the cuts caused by the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. She then sat down on a footstool at the side of the room and pulled out her cell phone. "What are you going to do with me?" John asked nervously. Not wanting to be disturbed, she picked up the footstool and put it down over his head. Still just wearing her panties, she sat down on it again, this time pinning his head to the floor.

A few minutes later a couple of the women from the fair arrived and joined Sarah on the footstool. "We'll keep him for a month," Sarah concluded, "and with our treatment that should break his habit." John felt a prick on his arm and then everything went black.

When he awoke he found himself in the same cellar but this time inside a cell with bars along one side. There were no windows and he had no idea what time of day it was. Inside there was a small toilet and basin and a small heavy looking cage. There was no bed. He was wearing cuffs around his hands and feet and a chain locked around his neck that were all chained together.

Sarah was sitting outside waiting for him to wake. She was no dressed in blue jeans and T-shirt with her dark hair casually hanging down passed her shoulders. "You're here for a month so you can kick the habit," she explained. "And given that you and I were going to take a month long holiday from today, no one will miss you."

He was now worried, she was right, no one would miss them.

"It's now evening and you now sleep in that cage," she smiled. She unlocked the cell door and walked in. Given the pain from the cuts on his body and the feeling of helplessness from the chains Sarah had locked him up in, he didn't even resist. She lifted the cage lid and helped him in. She lowered the lid and sat down on it while she slipped the maximum-security padlock in place and locked it closed.

She left the cell, locked the door behind her. She put the key ring with all of the keys into the front pocket of her jeans left the cellar. She left her house and walked into town, looking as innocent as ever.