My name is Jack, I am twenty-seven years old, and a computer engineer. Together with my wife, Laura, two years younger, we own a home in an upper-class neighborhood of Philadelphia. For the past five years we have been into consensual bondage between ourselves, usually with me as the dominant, but occasionally switching roles. We also engage in a bit of non-consensual bondage.
Laura is a bisexual, whom is expert in rope bondage and thrives on subjecting other females to forced sex, humiliation and pain. While I do not share Laura's bisexuality or visceral sadism, we both enjoy restraining other females and forcing sex upon them.
We do not snatch females off the street for ransom or sell them into white slavery. Instead, we hit upon vulnerable single females, usually in bars, and invite them to spend a night at our house. To entice them we offer sex and drugs.
Once at our house the female is forced to strip and is tied up, usually for the whole night. Laura prefers heterosexual females, as they are not inclined to enjoy lesbian sex. We prefer females of lower socio-economic stature, who do not enjoy bondage, and ideally have never had such an encounter.
Suffice to say most of the females do not enjoy being stripped and tied. To help alleviate their fears, we usually tell them it is just a game, no one gets seriously hurt, but they will be forced to have sex with either or both of us. We usually gag them promptly, as neither of us want to listen to their whining.
Laura is somewhat whimsical when it comes to the method of gagging. Sometimes a rag or panties are stuffed into the mouth, then sealed with duct tape. Other times a ball gag or penis gag is used. She also has a fondness for blindfolds and hoods.
One of our favorites is a face muzzle, with an attachment for a mouth ball. It locks into place and cannot be removed without a key. You can imagine the pleasure Laura and I experience watching someone desperately struggling, trying to remove the gag, before they find out about the lock.
Most of our female guests accept their bondage and do not resist, although a few struggles in their restraints, which we enjoy. For the occasional one that resists before the restraints are secure, Laura shocks them with a stun gun, and they quickly give up.
While I stated we do not sell anyone into slavery, in one case a female who had been lured to our house, was turned over to a lesbian dominant and transported to another location. I will relate that case first.
One of Laura's acquaintances is Michelle, a thirty-three-year-old lesbian. She is five foot five and weighs at least two hundred fifty pounds. To state it charitably, she is a dog, with a preference for younger and more attractive females. Suffice to say Michelle has a difficult time procuring such companionship.
On a Friday night in June, Laura and I were at a seedy bar in South Philadelphia. Laura struck up a conversation with Kelly, a thirty-year-old semi-homeless crack head. She was currently staying with a guy she had known for about a month, but the relationship was deteriorating, and eviction was imminent.
Laura suggested spending the night at our house, where her drug needs could be met. Kelly readily accepted and soon the three of us, in our vehicle, were on the way to our house. Laura tried to suppress her giddy delight, knowing she had just found a match for Michelle, despite her age and lack of a modelesque figure.
Kelly was a five foot six, one hundred fifty-pound brunette, with mediocre sex appeal. No escort service would ever hire her, the best she could hope for was an occasional john on the street.
Laura found her so unattractive that she did not even consider forcing her to have sex with either of us, or for that matter even stripping her. It is the first time I recall Laura ever doing so.
Immediately after entering the house, Laura told Kelly she was going to be tied up and used for sex, not mentioning with whom. As expected, Kelly put up a fierce struggle, but Laura used her shocker device, and she was wrestled to the floor.
Ordinarily Laura can tie up her captive without assistance, but in this case, it was necessary for me to hold the bitch down. A very effective way to tie up a struggling bitch is to gag her first, using a rag or other object stuffed in the mouth, as this forces her to breathe through the nose, and impedes her ability to resist.
It was surprisingly easy for me to insert a pair of Laura's soiled panties into Kelly's mouth and seal it with duct tape wrapped around her head. This enabled Laura to begin her rope work, which would take about fifteen minutes to complete because of Kelly's resistance.
Kelly was now tightly hogtied, with both her elbows and wrists bound behind her, but that still did not shut her up or keep her from struggling. It took a choke rope around the neck to accomplish that, as Kelly was not about to strangle herself.
Laura was clearly perturbed at Kelly's intransigence. Her response was to put a snug fitting spandex hood over Kelly's head. "You're too ugly to look at" snorted Laura.
As I tormented Kelly by groping underneath her denim skirt and fingering her cunt, Laura was on the phone to Michelle, who indicated she would arrive soon to take delivery of our latest acquisition. That proved to be fifteen minutes, much sooner than expected, and I reasoned she must have broken a few traffic laws.
Kelly was kept bound, gagged and hooded, without being informed of her fate, pending Michelle's arrival. When she arrived, Kelly's hood was removed, allowing her to see her new owner for the first time. She stared in disbelief when informed of her fate.
It was decided to keep Kelly bound and gagged during transport, except for the hogtie connector. Michelle is a strong woman and needed no assistance from us in moving her new slave to the Silverado pickup truck in the driveway, she was simply slung over her shoulder, and hand carried to the truck.
The truck has a large toolbox mounted in the bed, directly behind the passenger compartment, and that was where Kelly would be confined during transport. "Don't worry bitch you'll only be inside for less than an hour" said Michelle, before placing Kelly inside and locking the box.
Laura and I high fived each other as the truck backed out of the driveway and drove off. Transporting a slave in the toolbox of a pickup truck was nothing short of consummate sadism. Laura had always wanted to transport a slave in a car, now she would probably want to emulate the toolbox scheme.
We had a good idea of what lie ahead for Kelly. Michelle, who owned a house in the suburbs, would keep her for a few days and use her for lesbian bondage sex. Since Kelly appeared to be averse to lesbian sex, this would greatly enhance Michelle's gratification.
Kelly, who would be kept chained most of the time, would be given drugs to pacify her. Eventually she would probably be released unharmed, although Michelle had once said she would enjoy selling a slave to a female biker gang.
At one time Laura had intended to become proficient in the use of chloroform. She only used it one time and found that it does not act as rapidly, as is depicted in the movies. I was not in favor of the idea to begin with, for fear someone would be seriously injured.
The chloroform caper was one of the more memorable abductions and was a surprise birthday present for me. Laura was at a bar, by herself in the late afternoon, when she struck up a conversation with Jackie, a twenty-one-year-old plumper type, a brunette with shoulder length hair, and humongous knockers.
Jackie was a bit inebriated and down on her luck, because of a recent break up with her boy friend. Laura convinced her that an attractive single male would be attending a birthday party at our house, with plenty of marijuana and booze for the guests.
She agreed to follow Laura in her own vehicle, and I received about fifteen minutes advance notice of a surprise birthday present. I was pleasantly astounded to learn what Laura had done, and the instant I laid eyes on Jackie, wanted to fuck her immediately. The bitch was attired in a tight fitting light blue turtleneck, short navy-blue skirt, and five-inch white candy stripe pumps.
My wife knows my tastes in women and could not have picked a better one. There are BBWs and there are full framed women, I do not care for the former, but Jackie was the later.
Laura was able to get the jump on her, holding a chloroform-soaked rag over her mouth and nose. Jackie was a natural submissive and did not resist, although it was obvious, she was terrified at what was happening.
After nearly three minutes of the rag Jackie was groggy but still conscious, so Laura decided to let it go at that. She had read how much chloroform was to be used and did not want to exceed it. Ideally Laura wanted her unconscious, so that when she woke up would find herself stripped nude and bound but settled for her being a bit woozy.
As Jackie mumbled incoherently, Laura and I each grabbed one of her arms, and walked her into our bedroom, placing her face down on the bed. Several coils of rope were prepositioned next to the bed.
Jackie did not have the ability to resist being stripped and tied, but my sense is that being a natural submissive, would not have resisted even if fully conscious. She was stripped of all her clothing, except for her pumps.
"Please don't hurt me" she murmured.
"I don't intend to hurt you; my husband is going to use you sexually after I tie you up and we'll keep you that way all night" replied Laura.
As I held Jackie's arms behind her back, Laura quickly bound them together tightly, then tied her elbows into a breast harness arrangement, after which her ankles, and legs just below the knee, were tied. Another length of rope hogtied her.
"I know you won't scream but I'm going to gag you anyways, it is very sexy, when your mouth is needed for sex, I'll take it off", said Laura. Before Jackie could protest, a ball gag had been strapped into place.
