Wench for a Weekend 6 | free bondage story

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. Finally, she started just laughing at my attempts to get off and keep my boobs intact. Then she turned the corner and walked away! She came back only about 30 seconds later, this time with a &%^$ camcorder! She was taping this monstrosity!

Time stood still as she filmed, zoomed, and panned, 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, then took a step back.

I was quite exhausted, and laid there for quite a few minutes catching my breath. When I finally did, Master was un-doing my fake knee brace, and un-tied me and my boobs from the bed and fan. The clamps stayed on, but with a LOT less pinch. The strings were left dangling off of them. He handed me the crutches, and said “The gag stays in, or you will be quite punished. Give one mew for ‘Yes, Master’, no mews for ‘No, Master.’”

I mewed once. With the inflated gag in my mouth, I sure couldn’t talk.

“Follow me. Mistress wants to show you something.” He led me down the stairs, to where Mistress was sitting in front of the computer. They sat me down on a rolling office chair where I could see the screen, which was presently blank. Master took one of my wrists, and put a fur-lined manacle around it, doing the same for the other one. I didn’t say a word.

Master went behind me, and held my wrists up to the opposite elbow – behind the seat back. Mistress turned to me and smiled. She sure knew something, and was reveling in it. She showed me two sections of string, still clamped to my nipples. I knew this could only end badly for me. Still wearing that sweet, innocent smile, she started pulling on the strings.

I “Mmpphh”ed behind the gag, but didn’t squirm too much.

She led the string from the right nipple over the right shoulder, and tied it to the left wrist. I knew I would have to hold my wrist up there, otherwise my nipple would bear the weight. She repeated the same on the other side. I realized that even though my legs were free, I was bound – with the cast and no free arms, I was effectively hobbled.

Mistress said “I just wanted to show you some highlights so far.”, and turned on the screen.

“MMMPPPHHH!!!!!” I screamed! In my fright from them posting this to the net, I put my hands down to get up from the chair, yanking my poor nipples!

“MMMPPHH!!” That one was surprise and pain! Just as I did so, another flash went off. Master had another picture – this one of me yanking my own boobs! I sat back down with a pathetic whimpering. I was truly at their mercy. I had to do whatever they wanted – posting that picture could make my life truly difficult.

Mistress hit a button, and the screen shot changed to one of me at the mall. Collared, in an outfit that made me look like a slut with boobs poking out that a prostitute would be proud of! Oh my god! At the bottom of this embarrassing shot was “write me – bracemaiden@hotmail.com, and my mailing address too!

Mistress started up an e-mail, and attached the two pictures. And about half a dozen more. I was getting nervous. She then went to the address field, and put in a newsgroup. And another. And another. And some webmaster. And a second webmaster. Right before my eyes I was watching my life being turned around! All I could do was let out a pathetic whimper. Mistress turned to me and smiled. “Are you going to be a willing Wench?”

I sure wasn’t going to say “No” at this point! I enthusiastically nodded “Yes!”

“Good.” She turned to Master. “Take her away.”

Master turned the chair around, and rolled it out of the room. As the chair went over the seam from one room to another, there was a bit of a bounce. My wrists came down, yanking my poor nipples up! “MMPPHHH!”

Master left me in the hallway to the dining room, and went upstairs. As he left, I realized that I never saw what happened to that awfully incriminating e-mail. Was it sent?