With the ear plugs in her ears, she could comprehend only the faintest whisper of the world around her. Her arms were in leather cuffs uncomfortably chained behind her and secured to the ceiling of the dog cage she was kneeling in. The cage had just enough room for her bent over with her legs and thighs likewise secured with leather cuffs attached to the sides of the cage. The harness around her head held the blindfold down over her eyes and a panel over her mouth in which an uncomfortable rubber ball was intruding. She could turn her head slightly, but a collar around her neck was chained to the cage in front of her and the ring in the top of the head harness was locked to the ceiling of the cage, leaving her unable to do much more than that.
The bondage was tight, but that wasn't what this was about. It was about the butt plug in her ass which was already sore from the spanking and the vibrators on her clit and in her snatch. It was about the humiliation of the diaper wrapped around her to catch her fluids. She was utterly humiliated. She never liked to be controlled, she never liked to be dominated, and she never let any man think he could take the upper hand. But here she was, living as a complete submissive slut. And she adored every minute of it.
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Chelsea was an intelligent, sexy and successful 28 year old woman. As a marketing executive, she had managed to gain the kind of respect and adoration few women in the professional world had received. Since before she had graduated college, she had developed the skills and connections she needed to get those around her to trust her with the most difficult work-and she made it look easy. If only her personal life had lined up so easily.
As an attractive young blonde, Chelsea rarely had issues attracting attention. Men would regularly hit on her or ask her out, often quite aggressively. The feminist in her led her to toss out the most obnoxious of these overtures, but even the meeker men she flirted with acted entitled and demanding or worse: petulant and intimidated by her success and self-assurance.
Mike was one of those guys. He had snuck into a relationship with her within the guise of a charming and caring man. Her loneliness at this point was forcing her to take more chances and she had thought he was finally the sort of man who could accept both her strong, demanding professional persona and her need to be vulnerable in private. Unfortunately, the more she tried to be vulnerable around him, the more he felt the need to raise his own ego at her expense. He went from a kind, caring person to sneering, demoralizing ass almost immediately after they had first been intimate.
The change happened so suddenly, she at first thought he was having personal problems and tried to offer assistance. This brought out the worst in him. After hours of demeaning, nasty comments and days of texts and phone calls from him telling her she shouldn't be mad and that he was just being honest, she broke up with him. This led to the worst insults yet; he chose his words precisely based on what little of her insecurities she'd been able to confess.She shut him, and all other men, out of her life for a while to deal with the pain of the breakup and the lingering fear that she would never meet just one man that would help her feel whole.
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The breakup had happened in the early winter, just as it was becoming too cold to go outside...not that she wanted to in her current state. It had been 3 weeks since the breakup with Mike and although the initial pain and shock had worn off, she was still far too depressed to spend much time in public. Even less interesting was the attention of the men she would find if she went out. Unfortunately, it was Friday night, and her apartment seemed too lonely for the end of a tough week. After working up the courage, she decided to venture out to the bar down the street to spend a couple of hours alone around other people.
The bar down the street, a favorite brewery among locals, was usually full of small crowds of people her age chatting or playing party games. It wasn't a typical hookup spot, so Chelsea felt comfortable enough walking in wearing loose sweat pants and a black T-shirt bearing the logo of her favorite punk band. Before dressing, she had slipped on some lacy red underwear; she told herself it was for the thrill of dressing sexy under a plain exterior, but the truth was more benign: she had been too busy to do laundry throughout the week and didn't want to smell bad in public.
Upon entering the bar, Chelsea noticed the crowd was much smaller than a typical weekend. Only a couple of tables were occupied, and the bar had only a lone couple sitting and another man waiting to order. As a lonely woman looking to have a relaxing evening in public, it was almost too perfect; no single men to fend off and no wild groups of girls silently judging her for wearing her hair in a ponytail. Chelsea ordered a beer and sat at a table near the bar, and settled down to her new favorite book.
After half an hour of reading, Chelsea lifted her glass only to find it was now empty. Her brain made a quick calculation about whether to give up and return home or stay for another drink, but the emptiness inside her, and the emptiness of her apartment, prompted her to stay. She got up and stood near the bar in the time honored tradition of waiting for the bartender who was always too busy even when nobody was ordering a drink. The couple at the bar near her were becoming more animated, and she eavesdropped for a moment to pass the time. It was then that she heard that they were giggling and chatting about the end to a game named Eradicator.
Eradicator was Chelsea's favorite game. She had picked it up in college on her roommate's suggestion and gotten engrossed in its many minor characters and side missions. For years she had bought anything that had anything to do with the game and had dressed up as 3 different characters for consecutive Halloweens. She just could not hide her interest, and after the guy in the couple noticed her staring, he stopped and acknowledged her.
"Are you a fan?" he asked, drawing the attention of his female companion to her. It wasn't until that moment that she had noted their appearance. Both young, they were attractive but not gorgeous. The man was tall but not towering with a muscular build that carried just enough weight to tell he wasn't too careful with his looks. He had warm facial features and a friendly demeanor with an imposing smile. The woman was also tall, actually about Chelsea's same height, and had dark eyes that carried just a bit of mischief in them. Her body had curves, but she wasn't heavy and her dark hair and clothes gave her an edge that Chelsea found singularly attractive.
Chelsea had a sudden, deep urge that she tried to stifle.
"I...am...a fan of that" she stumbled. Quickly, feeling overwhelmed, her professional skills engaged to save the day. "...sorry, it's been a long day. Yes! I love that game! I'm Chelsea!" She held out her hand to greet the woman, who was sitting closest to her. If the out of the blue introduction had been at all unusual or awkward, they weren't showing it.
"Hi, I'm Lily, and this is Jeremiah" the woman said.
The conversation raced through all of their favorite parts of the game, and quickly moved on to other games, movies and music. Jeremiah and Lily were vibrant, friendly and composed. Even better they were neither threatening nor threatened by her. She told them about her job and career and they gushed over her accomplishments. They were both at different stages of their livelihood; he was older and more accomplished, but welcoming to her thoughts and ideas, and she was just starting to establish herself, but very optimistic and complimentary. Chelsea was enjoying finally having the chance to show herself to someone else without feeling bad about it.
It was at 10:45 that the bartender called last call. He had already started to clean up in preparation for closing-after all there were only the three of them remaining. The time had flown by and Chelsea didn't want to end the night already. As they paid their tabs she made a suggestion.
"Come home with me! I only live around the corner, and I can open a bottle of wine, if you'd like."
Jeremiah looked at his phone, clearly conflicted about the offer.
"We live a bit further away, and I don't think I should drive home after any more drinks."
"I'll get you a cab home, if you'd like. Or you could always sleep on my couch. It's really comfortable." Her attempts to be subtle were not going well.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
"Sure, we'd love to."
Chelsea lived in a luxury apartment in a new development near the bar. She had the entire fifth floor of the building she was in, with beautiful views on all sides and an enormous living room with a large multi-section couch. Once inside the three of them relaxed in the living room and chatted first about Chelsea's prized wall art, but as the night went on, the conversations became more and more personal. Jeremiah and Lily hadn't shown a strong attraction to Chelsea at the bar, but it was clear to them now that she had brought them home, that her interest wasn't entirely platonic either. Lily made first contact, playfully running her hands through Chelsea's hair, then lightly kissing her cheek. Jeremiah showed more restraint, simply brushing against her and touching her lightly on her thigh and back.
It wasn't until the bottle of wine had run out that Lily and Chelsea began making out, leaving Jeremiah to begin caressing her breasts in her shirt. Before she knew it, her shirt was off and her pants were down to her knees, the two of them clearly impressed by her choice of undergarments. For once, she was glad she was so lazy about laundry.
"Wow, somebody was secretly on the prowl tonight" Lily exclaimed slyly. Chelsea pouted slightly and turned to show off her ass.
"I wanted to look my best for you."
Lily and Jeremiah began undressing each other.
