Wench for a Weekend 2 | free bondage story

Master turned to me and smiled. “You look pretty, wench. I think we should get something to remember this by.” He pulled out a digital camera. My eyes bugged wide. All the time I was talking to him, the idea of posing for erotic photos seemed so sexy. Now faced with the reality, I was frightened. My mind slipped into overdrive. What if he sends them to my friends? To my boss? To my mom! He could post these pictures all over the net, with them forever multiplying! Is this how I want to be remembered? Tightly tied into a straitjacket with a pink dildo sticking out of my mouth?

Suddenly, like a warm comforting wave, realizations washed over me. I had put my emotions, my body, and my well-being at the mercy of this man, my master. I had to trust him; to have faith in him. And was being an amateur bondage model erotic? By the bulge in his pants and the smile on his face, he sure thought so! Besides, I realized that I have no choice. I started posing. After he had taken a few shots of my predicament (including one in front of a mirror), it dawned on me. I wouldn’t be able to gauge Master’s feeling by his crotch bulge – it was all locked up! Him being a prisoner in his own right made me safer in a way. I smiled behind the phallic gag.

He led me back downstairs. “I think it’s time for lunch. Now normally, of course, you would be doing the cooking. However, considering your present predicament, I think we can make an exception this one time.” As he was saying this, he led me to the side of the staircase, and pulled my lead between some of the high railing posts! He then circled around, so that he was on the stairs, most of the way up to the next floor. I was down below, with the lead threaded high up. He started slowly pulling upwards, pulling more and more on my crotch. I rose up to tip-toe, and Master smiled, pulling a bit more. I lifted up as high as I could. When it was snug again, Master tied off the lead.

He started playing a bit on the taut lead, pulling the crotch strap more and more – I couldn’t lift myself up any higher! I think it amused him to have a lady tied here at his every whim. I was sure hoping that lunch would be ready soon – not only was I hungry, but I also wanted the gag out! Just then, I heard the “ding!” of the microwave, and Master asked “You’re breathing OK?” I nodded yes, and he headed off to get lunch.

He came back with two bowls of soup. It smelled wonderful. He got back on the stairs, and set the bowl in front of my gagged face. “Dig in while it’s hot!”

I was gagged! There was no way I could eat like this! I was only 6 inches away from it, and yet I was helpless to eat! As Master leisurely ate his soup, he taunted me more. “Not going to have any? You must be on a diet. Too bad, it really is quite tasty!” “Don’t just stand there, eat! Soup is good food!” All I could do was look up at him with pleading eyes.

Once he was done with his bowl, he returned to the kitchen, my bowl still full, still right in front of my face. He returned with a funnel and a tube. He hooked the tube into the front of the gag, and said “Ready?” I nodded, and soup started to flow. I’d never tried eating while gagged before. I needed a few breaks to catch my breath, but the soup was quite good. He tied the empty funnel up to something to keep it suspended, and took a few more pictures “for posterity sake, of course”. He then released my lead from the opposite railing. I realized that with the soup and the tight crotch strap, I had to use the bathroom. “Mmmppphhh!”

“What?”

How was I going to tell him without being able to point or speak? I tried pointing toward my crotch with the dildo stuck in my mouth.

Master’s eyes brightened up. “Oh! This ought to be good. Come do your charades in the living room.” He scurried into the living room, sat down, and expectantly looked at me. I tried pointing again with my dildoed mouth at my crotch. He guessed “You want to have sex?”

I shook my head no, and tried to imitate the pee-pee dance. He guessed again. “You’re running. Tip-toeing. In hurry.”

I shook my head no, and sat down on a chair with a moan of satisfaction. “Back on your feet, wench! I’m enjoying this!”

I got back up, and thought for a moment. I was getting antsy. I turned my back to him, leaned over, stuck my butt out, and gave another moan of satisfaction. He seemed a bit confused. “The crotch-strap is too tight? You want something up your butt?” That might be the closest I was going to get. At that, I turned around, and moaned a “come on” kind of hum. “You want a big butt-plug?” I shook my head no, and repeated bending over, and moaning in satisfaction. “You need to use the bathroom?”

I quickly turned around, and nodded “Yes!”

Master laughed. “OK. Come on.” He led me to the bathroom, and took off the horribly tight crotch strap. He stood there watching. Having an audience while peeing – such is the price for being a wench. I sat down, and let loose. I was told beforehand that I would have no privacy, but when you actually experience it, it gives a whole new dimension.

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“Yes Master.”

He took off the straitjacket, and said “Take a shower, and braid your hair. Come to me nude when you’re done.”

I took a luxurious shower – Master even had the different nozzle heads, glycerin soaps, and the whole bit to pamper a lady. I guess it must be for Mistress Muff, but I enjoyed it. After carefully drying off and braiding my long hair, I made my way downstairs.

He came over to me, with something hidden behind his back. I looked at him suspiciously. Something was up. He pulled a box from behind his back - roughly a one foot cube, with gift wrap all over it. "I wanted you to have this, to thank you for coming."

I patted and caressed his caged penis. "I think you’d just love coming. . .”

He immediately started to grind his caged penis into my hand, desperate for relief. His eyes glazed over. The moans started. I continued lightly rubbing his penis through his pants and the ever-present CB-2000 for a few minutes. As he started to tremble, I quickly took my hand away. "So. What's in the box?" I ripped open the wrapping paper.

Master wasn't done with the penis play. He bucked wildly against the open air, staring at me and blabbering "Blaa aahh mahhh". Clearly, his blood flow was going to his lower head - he didn't have control of speech; he was still in moaning mode. I felt no guilt at all – if Mistress Muff wanted to allow him an orgasm, he wouldn’t have been caged. I opened the gift box. Inside was a tall rigid collar, like those prescribed to people with whiplash. It looked wonderfully comfortable and immobilizing. This one had an inflatable bladder on the bottom, where it would cover the shoulders, and top of the neck and back. The bladder was presently uninflated. I sized this wonderful gift against the front of my neck. It was clearly too tall, and there were no adjustments. I turned to face him, wondering how to tell him that I loved it, but it just didn't fit. He was grinning ear to ear. "Perfect! Come on, let's try it on you!" He motioned me to follow, and walked into the bedroom. I was thoroughly confused, but followed anyway. "Yes, Master."

As I entered, he held up handcuffs. I smiled, turned my back toward him, and presented my hands. "My well trained wench." he said as he locked my wrists in place. I turned back to face him, and he held out my blindfold/gag harness. Well, well, well. I guess he wanted some pictures of me wearing the collar too!

First the blindfold was put in, and that strap was buckled. I opened my mouth to remind him - the gag goes next. He put in the gag, and I lifted my head - the chin strap goes next. He cinched it up pretty well, and I turned around for the around the head gag strap. It too got cinched. I turned back around (give or take with the blindfold) and bent over to allow him better access to the strap on top of my head. That too got buckled. Master moved my head as he needed as he went through the sequence again to make sure everything was nice and snug. I like that about him. "Good?" He asked.

"mmmmm hhhmmm” I nodded yes.

He maneuvered me around a bit - I was now lost in the house. I felt a rope being attached to the D ring on the top of the harness, and it started to pull up. My neck and back stretched. Just as my heels left the floor, he stopped pulling.

"I'll be around. Call if you need me." I couldn't tell if he left or not. After a few minutes, I tried squirming a bit. There was no way I could do anything like this - my hands were cuffed behind me, and a lot of my weight was being supported by my head - which I sure couldn't reach! A few minutes later, I thought I heard a page turn, like Master was reading a book. Then again, it could have been anything.

I don't know how long he let me hang there. Eventually, I felt a collar going around my neck. I could only guess it was the one he gave me as a gift. The collar fit! I guess that hanging there had stretched my neck enough! After another minute or two (I guess for pictures), the rope holding me to the ceiling was loosened, and I dropped back down onto my heels.

Master unlocked the handcuffs, and said "Show off for the camera, WENCH!" I loved it when he stressed "wench" like that. I started posing, showing off my breasts, and running my hands along the collar that stopped all movement in my neck.

After a few minutes of humiliating myself for the camera, he took off the gag/blindfold. "How do you like your new collar?"

"Master! I like it a lot! It is very comfortable, and I can't move my head at all! Thank you master!" I was smiling.

"Good. Take it off, wench."

I was disappointed - I wanted to keep wearing it, but knew better than to disobey. He has punishments that only he enjoys. I reached around the back of the collar, and felt the seam. There were six or so interlocking teeth. I tried prying it apart, feeling for a release mechanism, whatever. I tugged at it, to no avail. I looked up at him questioningly.

"Well wench?"

"Master, I can't find the release. Can you please instruct your lowly wench?"

He just smiled. "Wench? The weight of your head is holding it shut. That's right - the only way it's coming off is for someone to hold some of your weight from the ceiling for about half an hour. Now here's the kicker. . ." He held up a bite plate – it looked like part of football gear to go between your teeth. He put it in, and it fit snugly between my teeth. He lifted up an inflator bulb, and plugged it into the front of the neck brace, and started to inflate the bladder at the bottom. I felt the height of the brace increase, prying my neck up. He gave it about 5 pumps, and then removed the inflator bulb. The bladder stayed inflated. The pressure pushing up on the bottom of my chin was so much; I couldn't even open my mouth!

"So, what do you think about it now?"

"Rrr rrr rrrrr rrrrrr. Mmmm." I couldn't shrug my shoulders, nod my head, or make any sounds except "r" or m"! How was I supposed to answer? After a few seconds, I gave him a thumbs up.

"Good. Now wench, you need to get dressed. We're going shopping!"

Once again, my mind went into overdrive. "Shopping? Oh god! I can't move my neck, talk, shrug my shoulders, and he wants to take me shopping? What is he. . ." A quick slap on the ass got me out of my thoughts and into action.

We went up to "my" room, and Master deflated the brace. The first item I was to put on was a pair of high-waisted rubber panties. Master had "thoughtfully" gotten them with a modest butt-plug and dildo already attached. I picked it up, and it was not what I had expected. It was two layers - one outer layer, one inner layer, with some sort of liquid between the two of them, and the panties were cold.

"Come on wench, I want to watch you put these on. And do it quick!" I lubed up both invaders, and carefully slid the panties on, struggling to get them into place. I gritted my teeth as the cold invaders made their way inside of my privates. He next handed me something that I will always treasure - a stainless steel chastity belt. I’d wanted one for a long time, but always lacked the cash. "Oh Master! Thank you Master!"

"I'm giving you the belt. I'll keep the key for a while. Try it on."

The front of the belt was a solid piece of metal. It had a hinge at each hip, and fastened in back. From the front, a hinge attached to a groin section. It was wide at the top and narrowed down to a metal cable where it went up the back. The cable had a tip that plugged into the lock in back. I put it on over the panties, and struggled to get it all locked. "They sure are tight Master."

He burst out laughing. I wondered what I had just put on. Right after the lock clicked closed, he explained. "These panties are special - the gel inside was a failed development for a freon replacement. Parts of it boil at 75 degrees."

"Boil? I'm going to get burned by these panties?"

"No you silly. I took these out of the fridge. It's still below your body temperature. But as you heat it up, it expands to three times its normal volume. The chastity belt will not expand. It will thus slowly compress your groin, and inflate both the dildo. . ." He felt my front "And the butt-plug, making them huge inside of you. Bit by bit, they will grow from your heat. Of course, with the increased pressure, the resulting size might not be three times. I guess we’ll both just have to find out!"

It sank in - I was going to have invaders enlarging inside of me. I couldn't do a thing about it.

The next item was a lift-up bra, with water-filled cups to enhance the bust a size or two. I looked again. Two cup sizes, easily. It went on; giving me boobs that Dolly Parton would be proud of. He then picked up a clear bag of water, maybe half a gallon, and some connected tubing, and gave me a proud grin that I was beginning to dread. He hooked the top up to the back of my collar, and plugged a tube into the butt-plug of the panties. The bag was sitting right behind my shoulder blades. There was a valve at the small of my back. I didn't have to be told - if the valve was turned, the enema would flow, and it wasn't coming out until Master wanted it to.

The last item was a denim dress, surprisingly plain. As I put it on, I realized why he picked it - it was a fitted ankle length skirt, without a slit. My stride would thus be limited to only about 18 inches. The top of it was snug, forcing my new-found bust to look like it was forcing its own way out, and it was cut to have a brilliant display of my cleavage. With the push-up padded bra, it looked like I had a whole lot to offer in that department and it was all on display.

With Master following, urging me forward, I minced my way out to the car. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?

I got in the car, making sure not to lean back and put too much pressure on the enema bag. Squirming also just made the butt-plug seem to dig its way in deeper and deeper. Then again, it could be that the plug was growing from my heat. I sat as still as I could, always looking straight ahead due to the neck brace, and was continually amazed at the feel of metal locked over the crotch. Master pointed to a large cup of water sitting in the cup holder. “Drink all you can. You may be thankful for it later.” Needless to say, he would tell no more on the subject. The trip to the mall went surprisingly quick.

As we pulled up, it hit me - it was Friday evening. The mall was going to be packed with, among others, pubescent teens! And I look like some guy's wet dream!

He pulled up right to the door. "Stay here. I'll park the car, and meet up with you. OK?" After I agreed, he said "Oh! One more thing!" He quickly pushed a wadded pair of my own panties into my mouth, and then started pumping up the neck brace, forcing my chin into traction.

"MMpphhh!!!" I protested, but it was too late. He disconnected the pump. "MM mmm mmpphh!!" Now I understood why I drank so much.

"Here is a pen and a notepad. If anyone wants to talk, be verbose. I’ll enjoy reading it later. Bye bye WENCH!"