I hear Master-making note of the room. About then, I feel him moving me deeper into the room and all of a sudden, I feel him attaching something to my collar. It dawns on me that I am now attached to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling. I test that theory out and in just about a step and a half I confirm my suspicions. Master must have been standing right next to me as I feel him take a hold of my chin and turn my face toward his. He said that since I was his for the next 70 or so hours and since it was almost light out that we would be doing our early BONDING here. Ah, nothing like the comforts of home!!

As I get settled in, I can hear activity over by the bed. Just then I begin to hear music playing and what sounds like someone is being released from the cuffs and stuff. I hear Master ask Slave Linda if she would like to use the restroom, before the next round begins. I hear her say yes sir and then footsteps across the room to the bathroom. I too would like to use the restroom & I guess he could tell from my body language as he instructed his slave to help me. Since I still had the cage on and no one was releasing me from my bonds, I knew that I would be required to sit on the toilet. But at least I was getting to go.

When we came out of the bathroom, Slave Linda was instructed to reattach me to the chains. Master then instructed her to remove my shorts, boots and socks. She seemed to take great pleasure in doing that and was doing everything she could to get me more excited. As she was undressing me, she told Master that I was clean shaved. He asked me if I was completely shaved, saved my head. I shook my head yes and he said interesting. As she was taking off my boots and socks, she then made another report to Master. She told him that I had pretty red painted toenails. He then asked if I was a dresser? I again nodded my head yes.

After all my lower body was undressed, I then felt her putting ankle cuffs on me. After a couple of moments, I felt her patting the inside of my legs. I understand that she wants me to spread my legs and I feel the spreader bar being attached. As I am trying to adjust to my new position, I feel a pair of hands putting some type of binding around my balls. Since I am wearing the cage there is very little room to work, but I begin to feel a steady tug and then all of a sudden I feel a constant pressure in my balls. Feels like I have just been anchored to the bolts that are in the concrete floor. I try to stand up just a little straighter and am brought to an instant halt. Guess I am in my new comfortable position for a while.

I can hear what sounds like someone disrobing and then I hear Master instructing Slave Linda to get on the bed. He begins to do a running dialog, I guess for me, since it seems that all he wanted to do was raise my frustration level. Master was describing what Slave Linda looked like and what he was about to do to her. Seems that she enjoys waxing and cloth pins, both of which I have plenty.

Master tells me that he is now securing her to the bed. The room becomes very quite and Master begins to tell me how and what he is doing to his Slave. Seems that his intent is to have two very aroused slaves as he beings to play her like a musical instrument. I can hear her as her breathing becomes more rapid and load and the moans and groans only add to my frustration. It's bad enough to know that someone is being brought to the edge and your close enough to touch, but not only can you not touch, but also you cannot even see. It's amazing what kind of picture the mind can create. As Master takes her to the top over and over, I am almost beside myself. My poor cock is trying so hard to escape the cage. The pressure in my balls and the pressure from the cage itself are pushing me higher and higher. As I hump the air in attempt to get some relief, all I accomplish is to further my frustration.

When it appears that Master had worn out Slave Linda, I hear him walking around the room and he is explaining how, since I am hosting this shindig that he would be remiss in leaving me out on the fun. I hear him over around the area where I store my electrical toys. I have a violet wand, an anal probe, a TENS unit (nerve simulator) and some massage tools. Not a bad collection and they are all fun, although they can be rather painful.

While he is looking though the toys, I try to figure out what Master might use. Since I am still in my straightjacket and have not cleaned out myself that kind of eliminates the first two. I also do not picture Master using any massage tools on me so I am guessing that he will use the TENS unit. I feel a pair of hands unlocking the cage and removing both the cage and the ring itself. I now know what toy Master plans to use.

If you have never experienced a nerve simulator, it is a nine-volt devise that has a pulse rate, speed and interval setting. The devise has one lead that split into two separate leads which are then attached to the skin by two small patches that have a self sticking material on one side. In normal use the devise is used to stimulate muscle contractions in order to work out stiffness or tightness in a persons body. But I also know that it has another use. I trust that Master is experienced with this devise, while it will not do any permanent damage, depending on where and how it is used can be either very exotic or very painful. I am about to find out.

I feel a warm washcloth on my cock and I hear Master say that he would not under normal circumstances take care of this chore, but that since Slave Linda was tied up at the moment, there was little choice. I knew from experience that he was cleaning the area that he intended to connect the leads. The cleaner the surface (skin oils) the better the connection and the better for the current flow into the skin. All these things told me that Master was experienced with this toy.

I felt the pads being placed on my cock, one just on the underside just below the head and the other on the top but at the base of the cock. I waited for the first signs that Master had begun. I stand very still, for I know that Master can only tell at what level of pain/pleasure I am experiencing from my body movement. There is no sound of a flogger across your back or the redness left from the whip, just the body movement.

It seems like it took forever for the first pulse to hit my cock. Thankfully Master was being kind as I felt a slow steady pulse begin to run between the two leads. As the power increases, I begin to move just a little bit, the pulse increases again and I begin to move or sway around more. The movement is useless since you cannot get away from the electrical current. Master begins to play with all of the knobs & I begin to feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock and I go from standing almost perfectly still to almost jumping out of my skin. At times it feels like my cock is being stung by thousands of bees, and the very next moment it feels like a large hand or vice is squeezing my cock so hard that the head of my cock is about to pop off like a cork top. I am jerking and twisting & beginning to feel every part of my body trying to remove those nasty lead wires, but no luck. Just when I feel that I cannot take anymore, Master begins to use the devise like an electrical jack off tool and I go from Hell to Heaven in an instance. I am sweating and having trouble breathing in the hood, but that all disappears as he beings to bring me towards a climax. My cock feels like a very warm and powerful mouth is swallowing it. I am reaching the peak and am making all sorts of noise and just as I reach the top and am ready to explode, the feeling is gone!!!

As I being to catch my breath and realize that the current is turned off and so am I. The only feeling is the after effects of the tens unit. I feel a tingle and know that my cock is like super sensitive right now, but that it would appear that there is no relief coming. If someone would just touch me a couple of time, I would just explode. But I do not think that will happen. At least not for now.

Master said that he enjoyed my dance, but that I needed some work on some of the steps. He also said that we all needed to rest a bit. That he wanted everyone rested and ready for the rest of the weekend. I feel Master removing the spreader bar and then the chain from my neck. As I stand there, I feel Master putting the cock cage back on. I am told to stand there. I can hear master doing something with Slave Linda.

Master is getting us ready for some rest, but I doubt that either one of us will get much sleep. My hood and straightjacket are removed and as my eyes adjust, I finally get to see Slave Linda. She stands in from of me and her hands are cuffed behind her back. She is about my height and about average build; she also has her nipples pierced like me. I know not to speak, so Master speaks for both of us. He explains that he is going to put us to bed for a little rest and that he has a couple of appointments that he needs to take care of. He offers both of us a sleeping pill, which I really did not want to accept, but I knew that I had little choice. After downing the pills, Master began to make us ready for bed. My hands were cuffed behind my back and we were both instructed to get on the bed and face each other. Master then attached short chains from her nipples to my mine. We then see a two-sided penis gag. First he puts it on her and then pulls my head towards her face and then I am gagged. A large strap running around our waist pulls us closer and then our ankles are tied & then attached to each other. Then as I watch him blindfold her, I know what will happen next.

As the room becomes dark from the blindfold and as the sleeping pill begins to do its work, I wonder what lie in store for me and this very warm soft body that I am attached to. Have I been too trusting, or will my trust be rewarded with a Master who cares like my late Mistress. I can only hope.

When I woke, of course I tried to move & could not. I could not see nor speak and it took me a moment to come out of the fog created by the sleeping pills. As my senses began to come back, I became aware of the fact that Slave Linda and myself were still connected. I could tell that she was awake due to the movement going on. I think we both woke up about the same time and were trying to come awake and stretch at the same time. Of course that's dangerous when we are connected the way we are.

We heard Master say that it was about time that we sleepy heads wake up and get ready to meet the world. He then explained to us that we would be going out and that we would need to get ready. Master of course said Ladies first, even if they are slaves. I was hoping that we would both be released, but I knew better. I was left laying on the bed with everything still attached to me. I heard Master explaining to her how he wanted her dressed and I heard him say that he had found a very nice French Maid outfit with all the attachments, including the 6 inch platform heels, in the closet along with some interesting photos. Not sure where this would go, but guess I will find out at some point.

Seemed like I lay there for hours. Guess, there are some things that stay the same regardless. I must have dozed off again, for I was brought awake, with a very strong hand across my backside. Before I could move, I must have been hit three or four times. As I am scooting around on the bed, Master instructs me to move to the edge of the bed quickly and to sit up & remain still. I then feel a pair of feminine hands removing my gag. I did not realized just how sore my jaw was. I am instructed not to speak, but just to work my jaw around in order to get my feeling back. I am not sure I could have spoken even if I had wanted to.

As slave Linda is undoing my bindings, Master is addressing me. Seems that he had been doing a little background check on me to either confirm or deny the info that he had on me. Master is telling me that he has determined that I am for real, and that I have and did in fact live the life of a slave, and that my Mistress had met an untimely death. He had found out that I had removed myself from the scene and that I still felt collared to her, even after all these years, and it was only just recently that I had tried to get back into the scene.

Master said that he understood my anguish, but he also said that he felt that my Mistress would want me to continue the lifestyle. He said for that, I will determine in the next few hours, if I might be worthy enough to join his stable.

While I was digesting what Master had said, my eyes took in slave Linda for the first real time and she was stunning. She was encased in a black PVC cat suit. She must have had at least 5-inch heels on her feet. Both her wrists and ankles appeared to have metal bracelets that locked and about a six inch wide metal belt with rings all the way around the belt. She was also wearing a very large O-ring gag. It was then that I noticed her tongue piercing. The only skin I could see was around her mouth and eyes. I sure had some ideas on how to use her tongue piercing, but I am sure that Master would not approve. Or maybe he would, but it would of course be his idea.

Master brought me back to the real world when he said that he thought that since we were both slaves, we should look as much alike as possible. I thought that would be great except, I knew that I did not own a PVC suit, so I was at a loss on how he would accomplish this. It was then when Master began to pull the different size rolls of black shrink-wrap from out of the closet, that I understood how it was to be done.

I was instructed to take a hot soaking bath, and to insure that I shaved my whole body. He instructed slave Linda to assist, but warned her that while it was ok to play with me, that under no circumstance was she to allow me to cum. In fact he changed his mind and had me hand cuffed with my hands behind my back and slave Linda had to do the bath and shaving. He also warned her about getting wet. If I had thought that Master played me like a musical instrument, I was equally shocked at how well slave Linda read my body. I was developing the worst case of BLUE BALLS that I had experienced in years. My balls must have weighed at least a TON, or at least that's what it felt like. And of course she spent far too much time cleaning that area. While she was cleaning the head of my cock, I watched in shock and excitement, as her ringed mouth approached my cock. I watched as her tongue darted from behind the ring to lick at the slit in the head of my cock. I almost jumped out of the water. Her small hand grabbed the base of my cock and I continued to watch as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I felt her tongue or more specific the tongue piercing running down the side of my cock. How or why I did not cum has nothing to do with my abilities, but rather her control over me. Great, not only does Master have control of me, but also so does his slave wife.

Arriving back in the dungeon, just a little worse for the wear, we awaited the return of Master. When he entered the room we were both in the proper slave position. Master made no reference to either one of us for several moments. He then went and check the bathroom to insure that it was clean and then had slave Linda stand and inspected her for water damage. Both the bathroom and she passed inspection.

Master then spoke to me. He instructed me to stand. I was to hold my arms out away from my body and with my legs spread and my eyes closed. Master told me to make a fist and I felt the wrap begin its journey up my arm to my chest. The same of course was done with the other arm. I then felt the shrink wrap around my ankle working up one leg to my butt. Then the same was done to the other leg. I then felt it as my chest was wrapped down to just above my cock and balls. Someone, I guess slave Linda, took a hold of my cock & balls and seems to pull them back and between my legs. I then felt the wrap being pulled between my legs and around my butt, thus securing my cock and balls in a rather uncomfortable position. I felt something pressing against my lips and I assumed that I am to open my mouth. It felt like a sponge or something similar was being forced into my mouth. I then felt a couple of wraps around my lower face and knew that I was rather well gagged. Something like cotton balls were put over my eyes and in my ears. A couple of wraps around the top portion of my head with the shrink-wrap and I could tell that other than my feet and my nose, I was a black shiny slave.

I stood for several minutes before I heard or felt anything. I felt two different sets of hands. A strong set of hands hold my upper body and then Master instructs me to raise my left foot. I then felt my foot sliding into what must be my shiny black six-inch plat form heels. I felt the strap being buckled & then I was told to lift my other foot.

I enjoy heels as much as the next slut, but when you cannot see, it becomes dangerous. I really had to focus on standing still. I guess we were now dressed and ready to go. Wrong!

While I was trying to gain my sense of balance, I heard Master instructing his slave wife to get the still camera out of the bag. Seems he wants some pictures of his handy work. I heard a couple of clicks and then was told to stand up straight and to put my feet together. I felt a small set of hands holding my arm to steady me. I then began to feel the shrink-wrap being wrapped around both of my legs and being worked up my body. When the wrap gets to just below my waist, I heard Master say to put my arms down to my side. If it were not for that small pair of hands I knew that I would fall, but thankfully she was there. As the wrap is worked up my body, he stops at the top of my shoulders.

I stand teetering on a pair of very high heels and I am trying to figure how I will be going anywhere. I mean its like X marks the spot. I might as well be nailed to the floor. I heard Master coming back into the room. I felt something pressing into my back and shoulders. He tells me to lift my heels and stand on my toes for just a second. Just as I feel something hitting the bottom of my feet, I lost my balance & start to fall backwards. But that is what Master had wanted. Seems that he had a furniture dolly and I have now become a piece of somewhat kinky furniture. As I am being secured to the dolly, Master tells me that both of us will be riding on this extended trip in the bed of my truck. I had never thought that the Tonneau cover I had put on my truck would be used to protect two bound slaves.

I stay on the dolly for what seems like a long period of time. It gave me a change to take in my emotions and feelings. While my feet were beginning to ache some, the prevailing feelings were of extreme erotica. If someone were to check my brain waves right then, I am sure they would be all over the map. I was scared, but excited. Its like that feeling when you know that you want to experience something, but there's that all consuming fear yet the thrill of the hunt or completion is overwhelming. I enjoy the total restriction, but yet want to be free. I am so horny and turned on right now, that I can hardly stand it, but yet I have not control over the events, and even that is a turn on.