Hazy patches of light begin to coalesce as I gradually come back to my senses. The room taking its own sweet time swimming into view.
My confusion is not helped by the way my body is positioned, or by the way it feels.
Sensations of silken confinement weave and caress my legs from thigh to foot, wrapped all around as I shift slightly. More confinement around my abdomen and chest, tighter and constrictive, the feeling is both restraining and soft. My arms and shoulders are bare.
Odder sensations now. My upper thighs being grazed front and back by something, and I can feel cool air around my crotch and ass; although something hangs down covering both. My cock feels heavy. No. Something heavy is pulling my cock downwards. The weight is tight around the base of my cock, and I can feel the hardness of plastic and metal wrapped tightly around my limp shaft.
Something thin is running down the crack of my ass, pulling through it like silken cord. A similar feeling is tight around my hips.
I can feel hair brushing my shoulders as I move my head? Something I haven't felt since I cut my hair short decades before. I lick my lips and taste lipstick. Tight bands are round my wrists, knees and ankles.
I am thoroughly confused.
I attempt to stand. To try and orientate myself. I cannot.
I am held by those tight bands. My wrists enclosed by wide, leather cuffs which are in turn fixed to uprights approximately three feet apart. Similar cuffs encase my ankles, I cannot see what they are attached to, but attached they are. Thinner bands are round my legs just above the knee. These pull my legs apart. Just enough to be slightly uncomfortable but not enough to be painful. Shoulder width, perhaps a little more.
I am leaning forward, hanging in the cradle of my bonds, knelt on a bed. Knelt on our bed.
Shock and adrenaline clears my vision enough to allow me to see I am dressed as a woman. Not just a woman. A slut.
My legs are encased in fishnet stockings, attached at the top to a garter belt by silken stays. A light mid-thigh length skirt hangs tight over my ass and loosely around crotch. I can feel the corded tightness around my waist and down my ass. Is it a thong? My stomach and chest are covered with a corset, satin cups cling to my chest covering my nipples. Straps over the shoulder holding it in place.
Blonde wig hair hangs down beside my face. I can see false nails painted garish pink on the end of my fingers. After tasting the lipstick and realising how I have been dressed, I can only assume I am made up as a cheap whore.
My thoughts whirl. Vague recollections of shapes in the hallway when we came home from shopping. Taken by surprise, a short struggle followed by a sharp scratch. Then darkness.
Kate! My wife. Where is she?
As if answering my unspoken question, my voice seems to be the last of me to come under control, I hear a muffled moan from further up the bed. I raise my head and look, frightened by what I might see.
If I have been dressed elaborately, Kate has been treated quite differently.
Kate is leant slightly back against the headboard. Pillows wedged behind her for support. Her arms are spread wide and similar cuffs to those on me are attached to the top of the bedposts at slightly above her head height. Her legs are equally spayed open and strapped to the sides of the bed. Her knees are tied open as well. A bolster has been placed under her hips to raise her crotch upwards, displaying her pussy and asshole for all to see.
She is completely naked and, it appears, has been oiled all over.
Glancing down, I can see she has also been completely shaved, her pussy, opened by the obscene position she is in, is without a single hair. Seeing her like that, combined with the slight writhing that her bonds allow, I begin to get hard.
And now I remember the weight and restraint around my cock. I cannot get hard within the confines of the chastity cage encasing my member.
I groan. A sound to match Kate's moans. Our eyes meet in confusion and ... something else?
"Ahh, you're awake. Good. Now we can begin." The voice is male, confident and assured.
The figures that appear from either side of me are not male. Two naked young women, mid-twenties perhaps, approach Kate from either side, kneeling they begin to gently kiss and lick her neck and ears. She has never been with a woman before, but her cry when they begin is not terrified or repulsed. More, just out of control.
I hang in my bonds watching as their lips creep down her neck. Kisses landing on the naked skin of her shoulders. Her arms. Her armpits and sides. Across her belly until they meet in the middle, where they pause in their delicious torture and take a moment to kiss each other.
The moment is short however, and their lips separate and begin to kiss up Kate's stomach. She is moaning incoherently now, her head flicking from side to side unable to comprehend what is happening. Equally unable to deny her arousal. She cries out again as the kisses begin to land on her breasts. Hot, wet kisses that circle her nipples for an age. Then her eyes fly open as the hot mouths descend suddenly and in unison begin suckling her nipples hard and flickering their tongues over the hard nubs. Her chest heaves, possibly an attempt to dislodge the tormenting mouths. All it does is thrust her gleaming, magnificent tits further into their hungry mouths.
Kate's hips strain upwards, against her bonds. Against the pressure of the naked female legs draped over her own. Her legs further trapped by her tormentors as they eagerly rub their bodies over hers. I watch clear fluid leak from her, as yet untouched pussy.
"Seems she enjoys a woman's touch"
The voice is shockingly close, shockingly warm, in my ear. I had forgotten there was someone else in the room.
A strong hand caresses my ass cheek through the satin skirt. It has a possessive quality. The feel of an owner examining their goods. Another hand ran over my chest, squeezing it hard and playing with my nipple. I groaned again; the discomfort of my cock being restrained by the cage, growing.
"A good job we're going to make a girl of you really"
The voice in my ear told me what he was going to do to me. To us. And then he did it.
A hand pulled my head around to the side and a tongue, masculine and strong forced its way into my mouth. When my mouth had been taken by his, he replaced his tongue with a hard cock, forcing it deep into my throat. I heard Kate groan and gasp as she saw my mouth being fucked by another man. Part of me was appalled. The rest, the far bigger part, tasted the hard cock and was delighted. The flavour, the feel as it got bigger, the precum on my lips. I wanted more. I was a whore to be used. I submitted.
The glimpses I caught of Kate showed me that she had lost control completely.
The two women teased her nipples with their tongues and teeth. Their fingers stroked her pussy lips and circled her asshole, then crept inside both. I noticed they were careful not to touch her clit, just take her again and again to the edge of orgasm before slowing down and then starting again. Kate cried and sobbed in pleasure and frustration, but she never stopped watching me being used.
The cock was removed from my mouth, and the voice returned to my ear.
