The house was quiet. The sun was only just rising, and everyone was still deep in the embrace of sleep. Well. Everyone except for Josh that is. He tried his best to escape his predicament and fall asleep, but he couldn't manage it for longer than a few minutes at a time.
wasn't surprising considering the circumstances. wasn't even in his bed. He was lying with his belly on the cold and hardwood floor of the living room. His arms were pulled back painfully and attached to his raised legs with leather straps, leaving him hogtied and unable to move, only able to squirm there on the floor.
That wasn't the end of his troubles though. Around his head was wrapped a black rubber hood casting him into darkness. The hood also had a hard plastic insert into his mouth, gagging him. Two small holes over his nostrils were his only access points for air.
The straps digging into his skin and the strain on his joints were agonizing. Still, he found some comfort in it. A strange feeling of safety as the leather hugged and squeezed his body, creaking every time he squirmed under their hold. The hood gave him a sense of privacy in his current naked form.
He knew that he deserved it for what he did though. It wasn't punishment for his begging to be unlocked and following release with Gemma's help. No. He was thoroughly punished by Vicky for that days ago. He still winced when he thought of it. The hours he spent tied down to the guest bed with a vibrating egg glued to his cage, keeping him right on the edge but unable to cross it.
No, the reason why he was hogtied like this overnight was that he wasn't careful. He spilled a full plate of food right as he passed Gemma. This would have been bad enough, but the food also happened to be pasta with a tomato sauce and the sauce spilled all over Gemma's hair and dress. She almost didn't seem angry about the spill though, more excited that she had an excuse to punish him.
Gemma has been on his ass lately, both literally and figuratively. As she often spanked him for the most minor offenses. He felt that she never quite forgave him for telling Vicky that she unlocked him, breaking their 'deal'. He thought she got it out of her system when she threw all of his clothes out, forcing him to be naked or dressed in girl clothes all the time, but he was wrong. Still, she was nicer to him than before, most of the time at least.
He was kind of glad that this was all the punishment she gave him for the spill though. For a moment there, when he saw the devilish grin she gave him after recovering from the surprise of having tomato sauce spilled all over her, he thought she would strung him up in the garage and whip him like Vicky had done a couple of weeks ago. So just being hogtied overnight was a relief.
Josh sighed internally, unable to perform the gesture due to the hood. That's another night with absolutely no studying on his part. Lately, he has been neglecting his studies more and more. Choosing to spend the little free time he was given less on himself and more on putting extra effort into his chores or even doing bonus ones he wasn't asked for. His only reward was words of praise from the girls that he found himself more and more reliant on. It wasn't a good day if he wasn't called a 'good boy' at least once.
He wondered if these feelings were genuine or if he had some sort of Stockholm syndrome. Did they 'break him in'? Partially, he guessed. It wasn't all bad though.
Josh was never very popular, he had a couple of 'friends', more like acquaintances though. People he shared classes with or that he met in his dorms. Now he finally had someone to spend his time with. Someone who liked having him around. At least he hoped that was the case.
It definitely wasn't a normal relationship. The girls certainly enjoyed his suffering and humiliation, but did they actually like him beyond that? Were their words of praise just pretend? To make him more susceptible to their will?
He started feeling light vibrations coming off of the floorboards. The sound of footsteps muffled by the hood entered his ears. The girls were awake.
He pushed his doubts about how genuine the girls were in their 'friendship' away, choosing to believe that there was at least some honesty behind them.
The sounds got louder. He thought that he detected two separate patterns. One of them slowly approached him in the living room.
Josh waited patiently, resisting the urge to squirm under his bonds, wanting to appear obedient. Disappointment hit when the steps moved away from him. He could faintly hear voices talking, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
He could hear the muffled sounds of the refrigerator opening and closing, water flowing from the sink, and chairs being moved around in the kitchen. He was in no way rested so he shouldn't mind being allowed to stay in bed, if only that bed wasn't so uncomfortable though.
Eventually, he heard the footsteps approach him again. Faint voices talking again, this time it sounded almost like they were talking at him. He couldn't understand them, he couldn't even respond if he wanted to.
Josh felt a light kick to his side and heard more words pointed at him. He squirmed under the bonds and attempted to say something, it came out more like a moan than anything else.
A warm hand touched his back. The loud noise of the zipper at the back of his hood being undone filled his ears. The black rubber hood was peeled off of his face, leaving behind a thick layer of sweat. As his eyes got used to the light again he saw Gemma standing in front of him.
"Did you learn your lesson, slave?" she asked. Her cleavage showed as she bent down to address him.
"Yes Miss Gemma. I apologize for being so clumsy. I will make sure to never spill food on you or your clothes ever again," he slowly got out his apology in between deep breaths.
"I hope so, or I'll have to do something much more drastic next time." She crouched down to him and started working the leather straps binding his limbs together behind him. "Sometimes it feels like you provoke me on purpose, just hoping to be punished by me again."
As the tight leather straps were released from his body his blood could rush freely through his skin and muscles once again, the spot where the straps squeezed the tightest started to hurt and itch. Josh worked his muscles and scratched at the sore spots.
Gemma finished undoing his bonds and threw them over on the couch. "You stink, go take a shower slave. I left you some clothes on the washing machine."
"Yes Miss Gemma, thank you for releasing me." Josh quietly made his way over to the downstairs bathroom.
Closing the door behind himself he could finally relax a little. He didn't have much time before Gemma would start to wonder what was taking him so long though.
He took off the padded collar around his neck and placed it on a shelf over the sink. Opening the cabinet under the sink he took out a little pink bag that contained his razor and all the products he was told to use. He follows the instructions given to him to a T. Shampooing his hair, using the razor to keep himself nice and smooth, and then finishing by cleaning his whole body with a nice showering gel that smells of strawberries, including cleaning under his cage as much as he can.
Messing around with his cage reminded him of his pent-up lust. A few days ago Vicky made an agreement with him while he massaged her feet. Every Sunday, if he behaved well that week, he would be unlocked from his cage and either allowed to masturbate or even helped with his release by one of the girls, depending on exactly how well he behaved.
It was Thursday today, meaning it was only a few days left until he would get to come. Even with the few transgressions that he had already been punished for, he hoped that his extra effort was noticed by Vicky and that she would unlock him.
Finished cleaning himself he got out of the shower and brushed his teeth, before spreading a moisturizing cream that Dottie gave him, all over his body, making his skin feel nice and soft to the touch. He picked up his collar and closed it back over his neck. The familiar feeling of it calmed him somewhat.
The dress that Gemma prepared for him lay on the washing machine. Josh examined it, it wasn't any of the ones that he was given to wear before. It was a short loose light pink dress. It was probably meant to be worn over pants or a skirt, but he wasn't provided with one. Putting it on it ended just a little below his crotch, showing off the bottom of his metal chastity cage.
As Josh left the bathroom and closed the door behind him he heard the doorbell ring. He froze and looked at the nearby front door. Who was it? Each of the girls would just come in, they wouldn't ring the doorbell.
Becka surprised him from behind, scaring him as if he was doing something he shouldn't be.
"Hey there, looking good sunshine," said Becka with a kind smile.
