They had spent three months preparing for the ultimate bondage weekend. Making the basement room nearly completely soundproof, leaving the prepared gags almost redundant. Shelving removes any sign of the entrance to the windowless playroom ensuring their privacy. Bogus plans to be out of town for the three-day weekend certain to alleviate any unexpected visitors.
Jim, Julie, and Megan silently entered the room, They stood at five foot four, slim and attractive. Jim's hair was a clean-cut sandy blond. Julie's bright golden blond hair fell down just past her shoulders. Megan's long, scarlet tresses were neatly tied back in a ponytail with a black silk ribbon. Each of them was filled with anticipation. The moment of truth was at hand.
They were each submissive and enjoyed bondage games. Usually, they would take turns playing the villain, tying up the other two as part of their bondage games using various scenarios. Often, the game involved satin, silk, and shiny spandex costumes and surroundings. While not into cross-dressing, Jim enjoyed the feel of the smooth fabric against his skin. None of them liked the pain aspect associated with bondage. They did enjoy being helplessly bound and gagged with no say in what was done to them. They considered it all as love bondage. Foreplay that would conclude with the three of them having hot, passionate sex.
While it was all fun, one thing was clear. The two captives wanted their "captor" to join them. More importantly, so did their "jailer." This time it would be different in all three would be securely, helplessly bound. And not for just an hour or two.
Each of their slender frames was enclosed in a brilliant jumpsuit of red satin. Dangling at the back of the garments' close-fitting collars, a brass padlock secured the zippers so they couldn't be removed without a key. Hanging loosely from rings sewn onto the front of the jumpsuits, handcuffs were padlocked in place. The placement just above their hips ensured they couldn't reach their privates to stimulate themselves. Intended to deal with any accidents, diapers worn under the jumpsuits added an extra layer of chastity.
The room was lined with red, button-tufted satin panels to conceal the soundproof insulation. The only exception was the mirror mounted on the ceiling above the upper third of the king-sized bed in the room. The only other furniture was a nightstand with a Tiffany lamp beside the bed and a small tablet. On the table sat three cocktail glasses, a crystal decanter containing an amber liquid, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. It also held three, nearly three-inch wide bands of silk with what appeared to be balls attached to them.
At first glance, there didn't seem to be anything unique about the bed except for it being large and luxurious. It was covered in red satin bedding with a trio of large, soft bed pillows sitting side by side under the mirrored ceiling. A shiny, red satin comforter was neatly folded back to the foot of the bed with the top sheet. On the wall over the pillows, a threesome of small reading lights focused down on the cushions.
Three sets of padded leather ankle restraints laid at the foot of the bed. The chains were padlocked to disappearing under the bedding and bolted securely to the wooded bed frame. A chain was stretched tightly across the bed at the base of the pillows. Centered on the pillows, three spring-loaded clips taken from dog leashes were fastened to the chain. Connected to the padlocks on the zippers at the back of their necks, they would keep the trio from being able to sit up, trapping their heads on satin pillows held in place with Velcro. Their hands locked in the handcuffs, they would be unable to reach either the leash clips or the restraints binding their feet to free themselves.
The bed was designed to be one large sleep sack with the comforter securely bolted to the foot of the bed. On each side of the bed, five metal rods protruded from the wooden base of the bed. The rods placed to match the brass rings sewn into the edges of the comforter to hold it down snugly over them. Once in place and handcuffed, they would be trapped under the comforter. Only after a timer cuts the power to the electric motors keeping the spring-loaded rods extended would they retract, releasing the bedding over them so it could be removed.
Lying on the center of the bed, three sets of handcuff keys were tied to strings leading up to rings mounted in the ceiling. Running through the rings, the free ends of the strings were laid out toward the foot of the bed.
Satisfied everything was set, Jim was the first one to speak. "Let's get started."
He made his way to the large ice chest sitting on the floor at the end of the bed and opened it. The three-pound coffee cans had taken two weeks to prep. Strings slowly fed onto the containers with water added each time to freeze them in solid ice. The last three days with the, now full coffee cans kept at 0 degrees in a chest freezer. To make sure the ice blocks didn't melt too quickly, three ten-pound bags of ice stored in the same freezer were broken up and poured over and around the three cans.
Reaching over, Jim grabbed a string attached to the keys laying near one side of the bed. As he pulled, the keys were lifted up off the bed where Megan would lay. He proceeded to take the free end of the string and run it through a loop pre-tied in the string sticking out from the ice. A simple knot did the rest. When he was done, the keys hung a mere six inches off the ceiling. He repeated the procedure with the other two strings to similarly suspend the keys to his and Julie's handcuffs above the bed. Weights attached to the keys ensured they would drop into their bound hands, but not until the ice they were anchored in melted. With the other restraints in place, the keys would be well out of reach of their bound hands. The third and final timer, it would only allow them to free themselves only when everything was over.
