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.
