Driving to her house was not as bad as I feared. Though I was naked in her backseat, it was hard to tell; you'd have to be next to the Miata in an SUV to see anything, and while we got a few looks, most people did not notice.
We pulled up to a large house and Ellie got out. "Wait here," she said, as she went in the front door. She was gone for a couple minutes, when she opened a garage door and came to get me. I had to walk carefully, as I was barefoot and we went off the pavement onto a gravel path. She led me into the garage, where there was a bucket and some cloth.
"You need to clean yourself up before you can enter my house. You can use this bucket and washcloth to bathe your body, and there is a toothbrush and some baking soda to clean your teeth. Do a good job! If not, I can always hose you down. You have five minutes."
I went to the bucket, and the water was ice cold. Maybe the hose might be warmer, but did I want to chance it? I don't think so -- I somehow bathed myself with the washcloth and cold water, and managed to get my teeth brushed in time to walk through the door into the house. Ellie was looking at a watch -- "Four minutes, fifty four seconds."
"I think it is time for me to take a bath. I ran some bath water while waiting for you; please come with me."
I followed Ellie upstairs to a rather luxurious bathroom. The tub was one of those old-fashioned tubs, set on four ornate feet. Ellie directed me to a corner of the bathroom and told me to face the wall. I heard a rustle of clothing, and then I heard her get into the bath. Ellie invited me to turn around, but to stay behind her; She leaned forward in the bath and told me to scrub her back.
The washcloth she had was much softer and nicer than the rag she had left me in the garage; I got it nice and soapy, and I washed her back. When I finished, I was told to return to the corner. Despite having the beautiful Ellie naked in the bath near me, all of her I was allowed to see was her back.
After some more splashing, she said, "Grab that towel in front of you, and bring it over." She was still facing away from me when she took the towel from me and wrapped it around herself. "Brett, you've been well behaved, not peeking or anything. I watched you in the mirror as I bathed. But, I think you need this hood, anyway."
Ellie then took a cloth bag, and covered my head with it. She took my wrists, and tied them in front of me at my neck, preventing me from moving the hood or moving my arms. She then led me out of the room.
I did not know where she was taking me; I was quickly disoriented. Eventually, we stopped, and she untied my hands, but didn't remove the hood. "This will be your room for now; wait a minute, then you can remove your hood." I heard her back away, and I heard a door close.
When I removed my hood, my first thought was that I was in a walk-in closet. But looking more closely, there was a cot, a small table, another bucket and washcloth, and a pedestal sink, and even a toilet. One dim light bulb was on hanging from the ceiling. There did not appear to be a light switch, or any power outlets. There wasn't much space to move, either. I turned to try the door, but it was locked. Looking more closely at the table, there was a hair brush, nail clippers, and some other personal hygiene tools. There was even a razor. There was also a used toothbrush by the sink. Only cold water came out of the tap.
After looking over everything, I sat down on the cot, and thought to myself, what the hell was going on? This was well beyond the foolish comment I had made. I also wondered how Ellie could afford all of this -- I knew she was well paid, but what I'd seen despite the cheapness of this closet, should have been beyond her salary.
I don't know how much time passed before Ellie returned; she was wearing a bright yellow cotton dress that was quite short, and that had quite the cleavage. "So, Brett, what do you think of the room?"
"It's quite small," I answered.
"Doesn't need to be any bigger; it is a place to sleep and clean up, and that's all."
"Then I guess it serves it purpose. How long do you intend to keep me here? I was supposed to meet a customer for dinner this evening."
"I know. I asked Rosie to cancel your appointments for this evening. After all the ice has to melt."
"I brought you some dinner -- you're going to be here a while."
Ellie gave me a ham sandwich and some potato salad. It wasn't much, but it was the first real food I'd had all day. She watched me eat, and when I finished, Ellie put some cuffs back on my wrists, and locked my wrists behind my back. "I just wanted to play a little tonight."
And with that, Ellie took my cock in her hand, and teased it a bit to a full erection, when the front doorbell rang.
"Brett, you've got to answer it .. come with me." Ellie led me through the house to the front hall, where she pointed at the door. With my hands behind my back, it was difficult, but I turned my back to the door, grabbed the handle, and pulled it open. On the other side of the door was a stunning redhead, 5'8" with an athlete's body. She was wearing a strapless black cocktail dress, held up by an ample 30-DDD chest. "Mariana, this is Brett, he'll be serving us tonight." Mariana, walked up and shook my cock as if it was a hand.
"How do you do," she snickered. I just turned red -- to match her hair.
About a minute later, the door rang again, and was another woman, with curly blonde hair and a 34 C chest. Ellie introduced her as Maude. She seemed a little taciturn as she just smiled at me. She was dressed in a nice, knee-length skirt and white blouse. Beneath the sheer blouse it was clear Maude was wearing a red bra.
I didn't have to wait long for the bell to ring again, and this time she looked Italian, which was my favorite look -- dark skin, deep black hair, and pert breasts. She also had on a short dress, in azure blue. When she said hello, she even had an Italian accent. I think it was clear to everyone how much I liked her. I led her to the other girls when the bell rang again.
This time it was two women who looked alike -- tall, thin, with long straight black hair. Ellie introduced them as Cindy and Sandy, who were twins. They both had 36-C breasts, and I wondered how I could tell them apart. They both wore long loose peasant skirts. As I was introduced, they each pinched a nipple. Before I could close the door, they were followed by Mai Lin, from work, still wearing the miniskirt and halter top.
"I see we still have Brett here." she commented. "Why doesn't he get us some drinks?"
Ellie led me to the kitchen, where she had some flutes of champagne ready on a tray. She unhooked my hands, then re-hooked them to the handles of the tray. There were ten flutes -- were there going to be ten women here tonight?
After I served everyone drinks, Ellie put a collar on me, and a chain, and attached it to a hook on the wall -- I had a short radius where I could move. Ellie suggested that I kneel for the women, which was difficult to do while holding the tray with the remaining champagne.
While drinking champagne, the girls ignored me. Two of them, Gina and Ellie, grabbed a second flute when they finished their first, but apart from that I was a piece of furniture in the room. As I was kneeling, it put my eyes at a good level to watch the girls breasts without looking too obvious. I was watching seven beautiful women -- it was hard to choose between them. Maude's red bra under her blouse was a turn on. When I looked at Mariana, I had to wonder if she was surgically enhanced -- her body seemed too thin to support such sizable breasts. But, without a doubt, it was Gina who had the best breasts of the group.
