Wench for a Weekend 5 | free bondage story

The next morning, I woke up, and got up to the smell of breakfast. I didn't bother getting dressed (They'd both already seen all I had!), and headed downstairs. Master had already cooked up some bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Mistress bid me join them for breakfast. There were three seats. Master was sitting in one, Mistress in another, and the third had an enormous looking, pre-lubed butt-plug strapped down to the seat in just the right location. I got the hint. I carefully positioned my butt over the huge phallus. Master smiled, watching me. He passed the butter tray. "If you need anything more, help yourself."

As my butt was dry, I swiped a bit of butter on my finger, and started lubricating up my rear. I think that it amused them to see me with my finger up where the sun doesn't shine. I re-positioned my butt, and slowly started to bob up and down, impaling myself on the rubber penis. Both of them watched with amusement.

Master grinned at me. "I hope you're comfy like that. It's fitting that you're naked. You see, I was thinking of taking a trip today to Mexico. Get you somewhere remote, naked, handcuffed, and have you make your way back to the car. I hope you enjoy your hike, wondering if anyone's watching, wondering if I've moved the car. . ."

Breakfast passed normally - as normally as it could with a telephone pole up my butt that is. Once I was done, I was handed my chastity belt, the one with no holes; no keys of course. I put it on, humiliating myself by locking the rubber penis up my own butt. Both master and mistress watched my humiliation with pleasure. I was told to put on a dress, and sandals - nothing underneath. It sure didn't take long to get dressed.

First he drove downtown. We parked, got out, and walked for a few blocks. I had no idea where we were going, and knew better than to ask. We stopped just before a street corner. He took a tiny package out of his pocket, and opened it. He was in master-mode. “Turn sideways to me”. I complied. He stuffed something into my ear. It seemed to be like one of those foam hearing protection devices. I felt him smear something waxy on top of it. “Swimmer’s wax” he explained. “Turn around.” His voice sounded odd. I presented the other side to him, and he repeated the process.

I waited. Finally, I vaguely heard master tell me something – but I couldn’t make out the words. It wasn’t that I was misbehaving or ignoring him – I just couldn’t hear as well. I turned to face him – maybe I would get some other signal.

Master was now obviously speaking loudly and slowly so that I could understand. “Can you hear me now?” I nodded yes. “Good.” He replied. Just like that phone commercial. He continued, speaking loudly and clearly. “You are to go into the fetish shop around the corner. You are to get help, getting measured for corset that will enforce your posture as much as possible. If they have a trial model, try it on. Order something stringent and formidable. You are also to purchase whatever butt-plug the helper suggests, whatever dildo or vibrator the helper suggests, and a harness to hold them in. Be fore-warned, if I think you can handle them, you will wear them all day – it’s in your best interests to get very large ones. You are to ignore me while shopping. Go, wench.”

I felt scared, but entered “Pandora’s Box”. It was dimly lit, but you could see clear enough. I walked up to someone stocking the shelves. “Excuse me.”

They said something. Through the foam and wax, I couldn’t hear what they said! “I’m sorry. I’m having problems hearing. I had twin ear infections. Could you please speak loudly?”

“Sure!” She exaggerated nodded her head. “Can I help you!”

“Yes. I would like to be measured for a corset.”

“What kind of a corset would you like! Overbust! Underbust!”

“I would like an overbust corset – something that will enforce good posture.”

“OK! We are a distributor for a few different manufacturers. I’ll show you the design album!

She stepped away for a few moments. I glanced around the shop. The other six customers hurriedly looked away. Even at the other end of the shop, they heard every word clearer than I did!

She came back a minute later with a book covered in red satin. “Sit right here, and thumb through the pictures. The first half, we have off the shelf, the second are some of the custom orders that we have done. The first section seemed like well-made, but standard, corsets. It was one picture in the second section that really caught my eye. It was quite a tall corset – It was an overbust corset, coming high in the back, and having a built-in panty. It laced all the way down the back, and had wide-set shoulder straps – they started under the armpits, came over the shoulders, and met together at the top of the corset between the shoulder blades with some laces. These would keep the victim’s. . . I mean “wearer’s” shoulders set back.

I read the description. “This heavily boned rear-lacing corset is the most stringent that we offer. It has double-stitched seams, and is designed for the serious tightlacer in mind.. Options - Built-in panty, attached garters, shoulder braces, extra rear support and belt.”

I looked up from the book, and noticed that there was a guy or three checking me out. If I was a guy, I probably would be too! I caught the attention of the helper. “Excuse me. Under the options, I see the panty, garters, and shoulder braces, but what is the “extra rear support?” Are those additional stays?”

The helper smiled, and said something that I couldn’t make out.

“I’m sorry. With this stuff in my ears, I can’t hear too well. Can you repeat that?

“No – they are two flat metal bars, thicker than stays. They start at the waist, and go up to between your shoulder blades; when wearing the corset with them, you will not be able to bend over at all between the waist and the neck.

I liked the sound of that amount of posture control! “And who would put a belt onto a corset?”

She laughed, and explained things in loud, clearly pronounced words so that I could hear. “Well, the belt is a popular option – it is a chain belt that goes through a pocket between the corset and the inner lining. When locked shut, the corset cannot be loosened. For double the money, a chain can also be added to lock the top of the corset and shoulder braces where they were set for the day!”

“So this corset can be locked on?”

“Yes.”

My eyes lit up – I had to get it! “Measure me please!”

“You’re wearing a chastity belt!?”

“Yes. My master locked it on me this morning.”

She smiled. “And he sent you on this shopping trip! Gave you a task to make sure it would be found?

I looked down. “Yes.”

She smiled a knowing grin and continued to measure. She seemed to have a bit of trouble with my bust-line – she measured it again and again. Same with the distance from waist, through crotch, and back to waist. I’m sure that everyone in the store got an eye-full.

“What options would you like!”

“May I please have all of the options?”

“Absolutely! It will be ready in about 1 month. Can I get anything else for you?”

I put my head down. “I would like to have a dildo and butt-plug please.”

She led me over to the wall where they were hanging, then turned to walk away.

I called out to her. “Miss? I’ve been instructed to let you pick them out for me.”

She laughed. “You don’t want me to do that – since I won’t have to wear them, I’ll pick out the most wicked ones that we offer.” She paused, and I still didn’t decline. “OK!” She said. Have it your way! She went to the end of a row, and picked up “The Horse Shocker.” I looked at it. It was a modest white plug, which would easily fit inside of me, but it a brown tail that would end down at my knees! The tail was about the same color as my hair. I looked closer. It also had a remote control for a shocker! “It was this or the ‘The Mammoth’. I like the thought of your master shocking your butt more.” She gave me a sweet “See what I do for you” kind of smile.

Oh god. It will fit, but Master will make me regret it if I don’t buy this one. “I’ll take it. And the dildo?”

She picked up a package. The dildo was hot pink, and had a detachable inflator bulb attached. I saw that it could also vibrate. She held it up teasingly. “I think you need this one! Do you want it! Tell me you want this one inside of you!”

“Yes. I really want to have that dildo buried inside of me, pumped as much as it will go, vibrating until I can’t stand it any more!” I’m sure every guy in the store got hard just watching me shop.

“Good!” She handed me the invader, and cashed me out – dildo, butt plug, and the order for the locking corset.

I went out to see Master. I looked around. He wasn’t there! Just then, he followed me out of the store, a wide grin on his face. “You did well Wench. Now on to your trials and tribulations across the border.” We quickly got in the car.

Fifteen minutes later, we were in line for Customs, going into Mexico. We went through without any incident, and were soon on a highway. We traveled for about an hour or two before we got off, and started winding through the local streets. I was nervous about my up-coming nudity trip. I quickly got lost – I couldn’t find my way back if my life depended on it. As we went through an intersection something made me look out of the side window - just in time to see the front of a gray sedan smashing into the side of our hood just in front of me! The car spun, and I blacked out.

I came to in a hospital. A nurse saw me awaken, and put me into a wheelchair. I was quite dazed, and only dressed in a light blue hospital gown. I was parked in a hallway for about half an hour. My right leg hurt like hell. I was scared to look at it. I didn't know my way around, and couldn't talk to people, so I didn't dare move. People passed me by. Some obviously looking down my gown at my breasts - I was seated, and the gown sure didn't cover very well. Eventually I was wheeled in to see the doctor. He had my x-rays back-lit on a screen. I was relieved - the x-rays caught only the tip of the chastity belt - it was not identifiable.

The doctor spoke some English, but he was clearly not fluent. "Your foot. Broken. Here and here.” pointing to two spots on my arch. "Your leg. Ah. . ." He pointed to my calf, as he mentally searched for the right word. I tried to help. "Calf? Muscle? Bruise? Ache?" By the expression on his face, I clearly didn't help, so he gave up. "Broken. Not bad. Goodly?"

He pointed to a picture on the wall. It showed a person with a cast on their ankle, ending mid-calf. "Foot. . ." He gave up again. "Yolanda's English are good."

I was wheeled into another room. I saw a lot of equipment around. I guess I was going to be casted for real this time!

Before I could take a look around, a doctor or male nurse came in, and started talking to me in Spanish. He was clearly not Yolanda. I was clueless what he said. "English?" I asked. He started jabbering something in Spanish, talking to the walls, the ceiling, clearly not to me. All I caught from the monologue was "Yolanda".

Just then Master poked his head in the room. My spirits immediately rose. He smiled, and then turned to the nurse. "Pedro!" he exclaimed. He followed it up with a monologue in Spanish, rolling it off as if he was born down here. For all I know, he was. The talk went back and forth for a few minutes. They obviously already knew each other, and Master could translate. He finally turned to me. "OK. Pedro is going to put a cast on your leg. I picked out hot pink fiberglass for you - I wanted something eye catching so that everyone can see you crutch around." He smiled.

Pedro took out a roll of white stocking, and cut off a length roughly sized it to fit my leg. Then it hit me. The chastity belt! It's still locked on! I squeezed master's hand to get his attention. "The chastity belt! And the tail! He's going to see them!" Master just smiled. "Yes Wench. Quite a good view I’d think." My jaw must have hit the floor. Master's grin stretched from ear to ear. He obviously relished getting a front seat for his wench's humiliation. Pedro had gotten the rest of the things ready. He rattled off something in Spanish to Master. Master smiled, and translated. "He wants you to take off the gown - it would get in the way." I cringed. "Yes Master."

I took off the flimsy gown, and Pedro's eyes immediately went to the metal entrapping my genitalia. He asked something of Master, the proud reply came back, and soon these two were talking and pointing to my belt, with me unable to understand what they were saying. Master knocked on it to show it was hard, and then had me roll onto my side so that he could show off the lock in back! Pedro said something in Spanish. Master replied in Spanish. Pedro laughed, and continued talking. By the tone of the conversation, it was getting raunchy, all at my expense!

After 10 minutes of this humiliation, the casting started, with comments still going back and forth between the two of them. The stocking was carefully rolled up my leg, with some excess still over my groin. Padding was wound around and around, ending at the top of my thigh. As Pedro got to the top, his hand "accidentally" brushed against the chastity belt more than was necessary. Master said something to Pedro, and then turned to me. "I told him to feel free to fondle and feel it - you sure won't!" Pedro tried snaking his fingers in to feel me, and was amused that he couldn't reach. He tugged a bit, and was amused again when the belt didn't budge. I was clearly a sex object. The rolls of fiberglas followed. True to his word, the fiberglas was hot pink - I thought it would be visible for miles. It started just before my toes, and kept climbing up my leg. As it went to my knee, there was some discussion about that - all in Spanish. My knee was bent almost to a sitting position and casted in place. When Pedro was done, the cast ended just an inch below the chastity belt.

After a bit more conversation, Pedro left. Less than a minute later, he came back with a pair of crutches - and a digital camera. Master explained - "He wants to take a few pictures. For purely medical reasons I assume." He grinned again. Some stranger was going to have pictures of me in a chastity belt! Pedro took about a dozen pictures, with Master translating Pedro's directions to turn. Some of the pictures were high enough to show my face! I'm sure it was beet red. I was then lifted into a wheelchair, and free to leave the hospital. “Master? I need to go to the bathroom!” Master led me to a single bathroom. He unlocked the belt, and stood by as I went. Immediately afterwards, the belt went right back on. I was just glad that no plug was added!

Master grinned again. "The doctor actually prescribed a short walking cast - toes to calf, with a heel to walk on. I told Pedro to cast all the way up - as high as he could get it. The bent knee was also my idea. So, every time that you need to reach for your crutches to get anywhere? Think of me. There's no medical need; I just wanted to see you that way. It amused me. And you're in this cast for eight weeks!"

I looked down at my poor foot. "Eight weeks! The break isn't that bad!"

Master smiled and held up the folder with the medical records. "The break isn't that bad, but controls on medical records down here are. According to these, your leg is so shattered; you would have had pins put in if we were in the States. You can thank Pedro later. For now? Take off all of your clothes, and hand them to me."

I quickly did so. Quickly being a relative term for trying to squirm out of a skirt in a backseat with a casted leg. I was now naked, supporting my breasts with my hands to avoid the painful bumps in the road. Master pulled a roll of duct tape out of the glove compartment, and tossed it back. "Here. Fashion a bra out of this, but don't cover the nipples - they amuse me."

I took the tape, and ran two strips from my left armpit, under my left breast, between my breasts, and ending in front of my right shoulder. I did the same to the other side. That seemed to stop the discomfort from all of the jostling.

At the next traffic light, Master turned back toward me to view the creation. He was clearly pleased at the sight. "Nice! Now take a strip, and wind it around the base of each breast. Tightly. As tight as you can manage. WENCH."

I ripped off a piece of tape that should make it around twice. As I was doing this, a car pulled up next to us at the light. The passenger's eyes nearly dropped out of his skull as he spotted me taping my bare breasts. Master was also watching me do this in the rear view mirror. The light changed, and Master went ahead. Luckily, the other car turned down the cross street. As he drove, I took the tape, and wound it around the base of my left breast. I felt very vulnerable. Considering how easily Master could torment me in my situation, I was sure not to disappoint him - I wound the tape around the breasts nice and tight. The pressure forced the breast to stick out from my chest even more. Master tossed the blacked-out sunglasses back to me. Without a word, I put them on as he turned onto a highway. For hours he drove toward the states, me totally nude and blinded in the backseat. OK, nude except for a chastity belt, and six strips of duct tape that presented my breasts more than hid them. As he drove along, I was never sure if cars going along side of us on the freeway were staring at my fetishistic body, or if it was too dark for them to see me. I did not know how long we drove like that, chatting about anything that came to mind. Half an hour? Two hours? I had no way of knowing. Eventually he said "Wench, you've done quite well. You may take off the glasses and get dressed - we are nearing customs."

Customs and the rest of the drive were uneventful. We pulled into his driveway, and he opened the door. I got out, and realized something - I was wearing a tight skirt that should go down to my ankles. In order to have one leg straight, and the other casted at a bent angle, I would have to bunch the skirt up at the knees. And take very small crutching hops. Bit by bit I minced toward the front door, and Master held it open. As soon as I crossed the threshold, Master ordered "OK Wench - no more need for clothes. Take them all off and go up to your bedroom."

I quickly complied, dumping all my clothing at the door, and crutching up the stairs. Master followed me up. He had me lay on my back, and tied my ankles to the bedposts, and put the leg brace that I wore to visit him onto my "good" leg. With that on, I couldn't bend either leg away from 60 degrees, and he had perfect access to my slot and butt. He propped me up into an almost seated position, stuffing pillows behind me, and manacled my hands to the headboard. He held up the in the inflatable gag, and I opened up like a good wench. He strapped it on, and pumped it up. He smiled and left the room.

Master returned a few minutes later. "I need to decorate your cast. Wench." He held up markers, and some printouts of pictures taken of me in very compromising conditions. Oh god! What was he going to do? That cast is on my leg for the next few weeks, all from his doing!

The first one was by my ankle. I couldn't tell what it was from this angle, so he explained. "It's a key." He paused for effect. "This is the rough location of the key to your chastity belt – you’re going to wear it home."

"MMMMPPPHHHH!!!" I exploded!

He calmly continued. "I have multiple keys. I might have mailed you one of them. It might be sitting in your mailbox when you return home. Or I might not have. You won't know until you return home, and by then, the decision will be long since made. If it’s not there, it’ll be 8 weeks locked in the belt for you!"

Master knelt between my legs, and started drawing. He detailed my inner thigh. First came the “slippery when wet” sign. The second was a label – “pull flaps apart to open”. The third read “Step 1: Insert Tab A into Slot B (above.)”

All I could do was cringe and whimper – My well-being, not only for the short term, but for the next 2 months, was clearly at his mercy.

He carefully unlocked the chastity belt, and set it aside, then he knelt down and started drawing. The first picture was of me - ball gagged, and with ropes going around my breasts. Master was a good artist - you could tell the picture was me. I started to whimper. Master took out a vibrator, and laid it on my pussy, on low. As I started to get hot and bothered, he took it away, and went to draw again - it was a portrait of me as I was now! Except he drew in nipple clips, with a string pulling them up to some unseen thing. This picture was going to be with me 24/7 for two months!

He then held up clamps like the picture showed, with a long string connecting them. After a bit of playing with my nipples, the clamps went on. They were awfully tight! I tried screaming into the gag, but once again, it came out more of a "mew". Master took another string, and tied it from the ceiling fan to the connecting string, tightening it, and pulling my nipples upwards. Then he turned the vibrator back on low, and went back to drawing - a close-up view of my chastity belt going on. Master was detailed - I could see the cast on my leg, and a dildo and butt-plug inside the CB. The butt-plug even had a pony tail pluming out from the butt.

Just as he finished, I heard Mistress Muff come home. "Slave! I'm home!" Master leaned the vibrator against me on low, then came running, turning on the ceiling fan as he left. The ceiling fan revved up. Every time that the one blade was on the close side of the fan, my nipples were fine. The blade would rotate, and by breasts would by pulled by the clamps! The watched in painful amazement as my breasts throbbed and pulsed at the speed of the fan. I heard the two of them downstairs, moving around. I couldn't make out a word of what they were saying. I tried thrusting against the vibrator. With my legs so securely immobilized, I barely moved. I wanted relief! My tits hurt, and I couldn't stop the tugging!

It seemed like hours until Mistress finally came upstairs, and turned the corner. She stopped, and looked at me, amused and mesmerized by my pulsing breasts, and me trying to push against a vibrating penis, all in vain. Time stood still as she watched, and I repeatedly thrust into the air. Finally, she turned off the fan and removed the vibrator, leaving me unsatisfied. She got out my chastity belt, and locked it around my waist.