December 1
I guess I shouldn't be too surprised by what happened today, but it still threw me for a loop. To an outside observer, my life is pretty sexually adventurous. I've got a boyfriend and a girlfriend, and we like exploring each other's fantasies, but when I look at what a lot of others get up to, with their rubber and leather and gods know what else, my own escapades seem pretty plain.
I guess Carrie and Ben felt the same way, because today, they decided to change my circumstances. I had the day off, and when I came downstairs for breakfast, they were sitting on the couch together with a look on their faces. It immediately made me nervous. They've both got several inches and at least twenty pounds of muscle on me, so when they have matching cocky grins I know I'm in for it. Usually it just leads to one holding me down while the other fucks me, but they seemed to have something else in mind today.
Carrie beckoned me over, tapping the couch between the two of them. I nervously padded over and sat down, whereupon each pulled one of my arms up over my head and held them in place atop the couch. I squirmed a little, but I never had much hope of escaping them. They also wrapped up my legs in their own, leaving me totally helpless already. "We had an idea for you, sweetheart," Carrie said. Her voice had taken on that quality that always made me weak. Its mischievous huskiness meant I had a bumpy ride ahead of me before it went away.
"You're so naturally submissive to us," Ben said. He slipped his free hand under my shirt, cupping one of my brand-new breasts. "You throw your legs in the air whenever one of us needs to let off some steam, you do all the chores around the house, and we love you for it." My cheeks burned red and I whimpered. They would both tease me about how I was a good little housewife for them sometimes.
"But we think it seems like a shame for your submission to go unexplored," Carrie said, wrapping her own free hand around my neck. "We want to find out just how deep-set your nature is, and there's plenty of techniques to explore that!" Ben released my breast after a squeeze of my nipple, then grabbed a box off of the coffee table. He opened it, and I saw a glint of steel inside.
Oh fuck
.
It was a chastity cage, the kind I had seen images of on Ben's computer countless times. He said he'd never been too interested in wearing one himself, but he had long wanted to be in charge of someone who was. Truth be told, the idea had interested me, but never enough to really take him up on it. But now, pinned between them and several months into my HRT, my cock certainly seemed to like the idea well enough.
"You may safeword out of this cage at any time," Carrie said as Ben unlocked it. "But begging will get you nowhere. Crying will get you nowhere. Asking nicely will get you nowhere. We want to explore the depths of depravity buried within your mind, and it'll be so much easier to do that if you can't return to the reliable comfort of your cock." My breaths were much shorter as she stared me dead in the eyes, and I was so focused I barely noticed the ring of the cage slip into place.
"You're already our good girl," Ben cooed, lining up the short tube. "We think you can be even better." He slid it into place, then pressed down the locking pin with a small *click*. It only took half a second for me to start straining against it. "You'll be unlocked in the new year," Ben continued, ignoring my desperate whine. I usually came at least once a day! "Extended denial should help you access desires you've never found the will to explore. Good thing we have more than enough will to pick up the slack!"
I squirmed desperately against my partners' grip, but I had no hope of escape. "Sweetheart, if you're going to keep wriggling like a hooked fish, we'll just have to bind you to hold you still!" Carrie hissed. She climbed on top of me to hold both my arms over my head as Ben got off the couch, heading into the spare bedroom down the hall. Her position shoved her breasts right in my face, threatening to break free of the low-cut tank top she wore. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, wavy and shimmering in the morning sunlight. And that damn cocky smirk gave me inescapable butterflies.
"I d don't think I'm that kinky though," I protested, trying to will my cock down. Carrie laughed.
"I'm sure you don't pipsqueak," she chuckled. "Nobody ever does. We'll see how vanilla you are after thirty-one days of straining denial." Ben came back out, a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs in his grip. "You ready to try some proper bondage, baby girl?" Without thinking, I nodded. They did look really comfy...
He came up behind the couch and slipped them onto me, locking them into place and then locking them together. Three padlocks, one key, slipped onto a chain around his neck alongside the key to the lump of my steel around my cock. "You're going to spend most of this month bound," he said as Carrie climbed off of me. "Even if we're just laying around watching a movie, you'll be restrained. And if we're starting here, well, I'm sure you can imagine what the end of the month will look like."
I gulped. I didn't think I could handle the kinds of gear I saw Ben's friends using online. It looked so intense, so restrictive, so...
kinky
. I might be in trouble.
December 2
The leather cuffs are still locked on. I'm shocked at how comfortable they are. The bondage is light enough that I have range of motion, so I don't feel too anxious and my muscles don't get sore. But they're just restrictive enough to drive me crazy. I need help with the most basic tasks. Ben and Carrie make me ask for what I need in great detail, and if I'm not explicit about why I need their help, they won't do it for me. Fuckers even moved all the dishes to the highest shelves that I can't reach so I HAVE to ask them for help!
They really seem to like it when I blush. My cheeks have felt hot all day, especially because they didn't let me get dressed today. All I was allowed to wear was the chastity cage and the cuffs, at least until dinner. Carrie told me I could have something more to wear, but I would have to pay a price for it. I didn't even think to ask what the price was before I agreed, or even what it was I would be allowed to wear.
