Chapter 3: Jimmy's forfeit
Immediately the two girls were on their feet, stepping closer to him. Prowling, almost. Predatorily, proprietarily… It occurred to him with a shock that they weren't really angry with him. In fact, he had played right into their hands and they were going to make the most of his rashness.
"Had fun, did you?" Erin asked. She walked round behind him and he heard a drawer opening, but didn't realise what was in store until she grabbed his wrist and suddenly something cold fastened round it, with a ratchetting sound. He didn't resist as his other wrist was grabbed and forced into the handcuffs as well.
"Time to pay for your fun now, darlin'" Anna added. She reached out suddenly and grabbed his cock, then drew him to his feet. He stumbled slightly as he rose, but recovered quickly – a good job too, because it didn't seem like Anna was prepared to let go.
She dropped to her knees and for a moment he thought she was going to suck him, but no such luck. Instead, she examined his cock closely. She wasn't exactly tender and he gasped as she jerked it downwards, then let go to see it spring up.
Erin had turned away to rummage in a drawer, but reappeared a moment later, holding something. A tape measure.
"Feeling like finding out how big he is?" she asked.
"Yeah, good idea."
Anna pressed a fingertip onto his cock just below the glans and held it in place, while Erin pressed the measuring tape at his tip, then paused. Uncertain of how to proceed.
"How does this work?" she asked.
"From the tip to where it meets his stomach, I suppose," Anna answered. "Underneath would add some extra inches on. That would be the cheating way to do it. I bet there's guys out there who measure it right to their arseholes."
"Yeah, OK"
Erin placed the end of the tape measure at the tip of James's cock, then drew it down to his stomach, before lifting it again to check the measurement.
"Well?"
"Eight inches."
"Is that all?" Anna said scathingly. "Hmm. Yeah, well… it doesn't look too impressive anyway, does it? We hardly needed a tape measure to confirm that fact."
The two girls stood and looked at him for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to do next. After a moment, Erin grinned at something, then grabbed Anna's wrist and drew her aside. The two girls huddled together briefly, while James looked on and tried to hear what they were whispering. No such luck, though. He caught a gasp from Anna, as Erin outlined her idea, then a bit more frantic whispering. An agreement seemed to be made, and finally they both parted and returned to him.
Without a word, Erin grabbed his arm and led him through into the bedroom, making him stumble again briefly, as the cuffs threw off his balance. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a keyring, selected a small key and unlocked the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists and watched her, amazed that she actually kept the key with her ordinary keys. He turned to keep her in sight as she crossed the room again and started to rummage in a drawer, where she produced some leather restraints. Two sets of padded cuffs made of thick, dark leather, each with two buckles and a bit of chain connecting them. For each set, the chain was pretty long – obviously designed to do more than just keep a person's hands tied behind his back.
She made him lie back on the bed, then attached one cuff to his right wrist, before dropping the chain to the floor. She crossed to the other side of the bed, rummaged underneath it to find the other cuff, then brought it up and cuffed his other wrist. He found that he had some degree of play, but nowhere near enough to make his hands meet and therefore free himself.
The process was repeated with his ankles, but the chain on this set of cuffs was slightly shorter, which left his legs spread out and had him feeling particularly vulnerable – and excited. She knelt between his legs when she was finished, and he leaned up on his elbows to look at her. She just pressed a single finger onto his chest and pushed him back into place on the bed, then trailed that finger down to his groin, before closing her hand round about his cock. She squeezed it, then slowly tightened her grip until he gasped. She gave out a soft, throaty laugh, then let go, turned away and left the room.
It seemed ages that he was left alone and during that time, he got an inkling of what was in store. Left with just his imagination for company, all sorts of improbably scenarios started running through his head. He was loathe to discarded any of them, though. Until a few days ago, he hadn't entertained a single clue that the outwardly sweet and innocent Erin could be remotely kinky and even just a few hours ago, he would never have believed it possible that she had so much bondage and BDSM equipment. He was beginning to view her in a whole new light.
He could hear muffled conversations coming from next door and it was clear that they were being held on the 'phone. More people were being invited round!
Eventually Erin came back, dressed only in a pair of black, thigh-length boots. She walked over to the bed and stood over him, looking stern. "What are you?" she asked.
"Your… slave? Mistress?" he replied, hesitantly. He wasn't sure of the correct response and worried that this was overdoing it, but it seemed to meet with her approval. It certainly conformed to the protocols of the situation.
She drew her nails down his chest, gently, leaving white trails down toward his crotch, where she suddenly grabbed him. One hand gripped his erection and pulled it from side to side, the other curled around his balls. Squeezing. Almost hurting, but not quite – like this was an option that was still open, but not one that she really wanted. At that point, he started to relax and to hope that perhaps the evening was going to be about pleasure after all, and not about pain.
"And who does this belong to?"
"It belongs to you, Mistress!" he said weakly.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, announcing guests. He had anticipated this, but hadn't quite believed it. He felt his cock stiffen further in Erin's hand and heard Anna go to answer the door. Erin smiled, feeling his arousal. Recognising it. Welcoming it.
Excited voices rose from the hallway and James heard someone asking where he was. Anna's muffled voice suggested they all go into the living room to wait for his arrival. It sounded like this was going to be a fairly eventful night.
"Will you do anything for me?" Erin asked, her hand still caressing his cock.
"I'm your slave for tonight," he answered. "I'll do whatever I'm told!" Within reason was the unspoken qualifier to that statement.
She smiled and masturbated him quickly, efficiently, until he was on the brink of ejaculating. He gasped frantically, then subsided as her hand squeezed him, preventing the conclusion.
"That's enough for now!" she said and moved her hand away to pat his testicles gently. Then she walked from the room and left him alone again.
He lay there, helplessly, dreaming of being inside her, feeling her wetness like none other, feeling a heat so sweet, so strong, so…
The door opened and a stranger walked in. She was tall, slim, with short blonde hair. Her dress was black velvet, clinging to her body, accentuating every curve. Her face was hidden behind a feathered mask.
Without a word the woman crossed the room and produced a small, leather device which she started strapping onto his cock. One strap ran the length of his shaft, while the others attached to it – one going behind his balls, the other four round the shaft of his hard cock. Her fingers got wet with his dribbling juices and she wiped them dry on his chest.
His ankles and wrists were freed and she attached a dog's lead to a metal hoop on the cock strap, then tugged on it, urging him forward. He walked behind her, his eyes admiring the sway of her slim hips. Quickly past the open living-room door, where the conversation grew hush. How many were there? Did they see him? She led him on down the hallway a little further where she suddenly pressed him up against the wall, just past the door and leaned into his face.
"Now, you know what's expected of you, don't you?" she whispered. "You saw how many people were in there. Do you want me to lead you in there, for everyone to see you and to see how pathetic you are?"
"No." he gasped, but the answer was really "Yes." He wanted to be on show. He wanted everyone to look at him and see me and admire him. He wanted to be the centre of attention.
She smiled at him, recognising his true answer, then took up the lead and yanked it roughly and they walked back along the hallway to the living room, where the conversation came to a complete halt.
Several people were there. Women elegantly dressed – every one of them was masked and silent as he was pulled to the centre of the room and abandoned there, the lead falling to the floor.
