The next morning, both were up early. They had fucked through the afternoon, and halfway through fucking the pizza boy had rung the door, Angela just wrapped a bed sheet around her and went to collect the pizza, the swollen breasts and then exposing one as she took the box and paid must have given the boy good fodder for a night or two of masturbation.
They slept early, and morning she was awake before Gary. He saw her sitting naked at the dining table, a piece of paper and a pen. Gary poured himself a cup of coffee and sat next to her. His cock matted with cum and her juices still, and even limp a good five inches.
"If those girls do come, Gary, we need a few things. I was making a list. First we need a sort of a closed up van, small one, where we can put them in and bring them here. Then some things from a adult shop. Whips, cuffs, masks."
"I could borrow a van from the club, the one they use to bring goods. Better still buy a second hand one. Change the number plates when we pick them up, change back to once the job is done." Gary was still wary of the whole thing, but for now he wanted to go along. "As for the adult shop things, you are the best person to get those. Take my car and get those things, while I take a cab and go get a van. And yes, we won't bring them back here. I have a cabin some twenty miles outskirts, lonely place. We will go there. It has a huge wooden bed, a large living room. And no to here even you scream at the top of your voice."
"Okay by Gary." Angela replied. "But one thing, go do the van thing fast, I want you to sleep the afternoon and be rested. I have plans that will surely keep the handsome cock up all night." She gave a enigmatic smile, Gary got up to go shower. Angela went back to her list, adding and striking away items in her list.
Gary returned with a light blue mini van, the back windows of which had been shuttered, the front windows he had got tinted so no one could see him in. He had picked up a different number plate attached a small piece of double side tape on it so they could just stick it on the old one. He returned to an empty house, showered again, and stretched himself on the bed.
Angela returned by nearly noon. She had with her several bags and some Chinese food she had bought on the way. She tried the dress she had bought for herself. Everything it seemed was made of leather strips and beads. Strips of leather held her breasts, went taut around her tummy and ass. Two strips went tight upwards next to her pussy lips, spreading them apart. She put on a mask, a black latex thing that completely covered her eyes and nose and part of her cheeks. She held a whip in her hands then dug out a stick from a bag. "You will love this!" She said as she fiddled with it and touched the end to Gary's shoulder. A mild electric shock zapped him. "You can control the degree of shock here."
With the way she was dressed, and the whip and a prod in her hands she was deadly. She looked her part on one in control. She then dug out some things she had bought for him, made him wear the mask that was similar to hers. And with the same leather strip dominated gear for his body. Only there were no beads this time. As he stood there, his cock hanging open, she went down on one knee and said. "From now on you are the High Priest of the Fellowship of the Cock. And I am your consort and worshipper. I am here to please and obey you my lord."
"Well then, I make you in charge of the Ministry of Torture and Obedience" He laughed. She gravely bowed and whispered "I Obey"
They changed back to their naked self and she packed away everything into one single suitcase, they ate their lunch and dozed off. At six they were ready. Both sipped a shot of whiskey to steady their nerves. At six fifteen, they left, both dressed in jeans and T-shirts, got into the car and drove to the bus stop. She had selected this bus stop first because it was a lonely spot, and then there were a few trees right behind where she could hide in advance. At six thirty five, she got off the van, took the piece of walkie talkie and walked casually to the bus stop. There was no there. She walked to the trees and found a good spot to wait.
She waited. At six fifty, the to women arrived. She was right about their hair. One was a blonde and the other a redhead. She waited and noted their behavior, they seemed a light nervous, rightly so, and almost jumped when another man came and joined them at the stop. A bus arrived at exactly sic fifty nine. The man boarded the bus. The women looked around nervously. Angela had checked, and there would be no bus after this one for half an hour. She stepped out of the shadows, and said in cold steely voice. "Do not turn."
The two women froze. Angela fished out a pair of velvet blindfolds and handed each over the shoulder. "Put these on, don't worry. No harm will come to you --- unless you don't do what I tell you."
The girls hesitated. Angela almost screamed. "Now!" They put it on and Angela fished out the walkie talkie and said "Okay"
The van arrived, took the two woman and lead them to the door, opened and pushed them inside, got in herself. She make each sit on the opposite seat, took out handcuffs, the normal police ones and snapped one on of them snapped the other end to the bar on the shuttered window. Now they could move or jump out of the van even if they wanted to. She talked to them. "You are in for the most lustful night of your life. Believe me, by morning you will two most sexually satisfied sluts in the world. You might even come back begging for more." You won't be bodily harmed, of course, that goes only if you obey my every command. Disobedience will be dealt with harshly."
Angela was getting a little nervous too. The time seemed to be passing slowly, suddenly she felt the van lurch and make a turn. Gary had told her it was another ten minutes after they turned off the main road. The closed enclosure was getting very warm, and she was beginning to sweat, so to get herself ready she began to go over every detail she had planned. She had not seen the cabin but Gary had drawn the outlay for her, she was quite sure of what should go where.
They van halted, sooner than she had thought. She heard Gary open and shut the door, then bang her door twice to tell her they were there.
She opened the back door, the cabin door stood right before, open as Gary went inside with a tool bag. She got down and stretched. She needed to give Gary some time to set up things. She went into the cabin. Gary already had his tool box open and was revving up his drill. He had marked four spots on the log about six feet from the floor that ran all the way. He drilled four holes equally apart and fixed hooks to it. He did the same at the bottom. Then he took his tool box and went into the bedroom. She peeped in the bedroom to see what it looked like. He was right the bed was huge. He was getting ready to fix hooks to the four poster there.
She opened the suitcase that Gary had brought in and hooked one end on the chain to the hooks. Four chains with leather and velvet cuffs hung there.
She turned and went out to the van, uncuffed the blonde and holding her by the arm took her into the cabin. She first cuffed one each of the blonde's wrist to the chain, The short chain stretching her hand out and upwards. She went out and brought the redhead and did the same with her. She took out two pairs of ankle cuffs and restrained the two to the hooks at the bottom. Secure, she could breathe easy.
She went into the bedroom and saw that Gary was done. They both stepped into the shower, the cool water refreshing them. They silently dried themselves and put on their dress. She thought to herself, the latex mask was a wrong choice for summer. She would have to find a better mask for future, she smiled grimly, future -- she wondered how this one would go to worry about future.
Ready, they both walked into the living room, Gary pulled the single couch from its place so that it faced them. Angela indicated him to sit on it. She went to the suit case, took out two adjustable neck collars with a long thin chains attached to it, set them aside, took her whip and the prod.
