As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.
This chapter is the last of the three for now, that will take a much darker turn. If stronger Femdom is not to your taste, please skip this chapter and rejoin at Chapter 8.
As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.
Too Good to be True. Chapter 07.
On their arrival home, Louise had instructed one of their slaves to carry Simon into the house and to put him in a cell where he could be dealt with in the morning. He was still out cold and a dead-weight for the slave taking him down the stairs and as they stumbled, Simon could not control himself anymore and just started pissing himself, drenching the slave's lower half as well.
He didn't mean it! He had had far too much to drink and was barely conscious.
The slave deposited him, rather roughly, into a cage and fastened the lock.
'Dirty bastard,' he thought! 'I hope I get chance to stitch you up sometime! He set about mopping the stairs and the floor, leaving Simon in the cage in his wet clothes.
Saturday (around 09:30, although Simon did not know that).
Simon felt, rather than saw, his clothes being cut off him, the person doing it taking only enough care not to stab him with the scissors. He was blindfolded with his arms fastened behind his back. There was a terrible smell too, but that was soon removed when someone turned a hose on him, blasting him with cold water. He curled up in the back corner of the cage, trying to avoid as much of the water as possible.
Thankfully the water stopped after just a minute or so and Simon was able to try and get a little warmth into his body. He realised he must be underground as there was no natural light, and no moving air. It was a very still and quiet environment, until he heard footsteps tap-tap-tapping on the hard stone floor.
"Hello? Who is there? Help me please? Where am I?"
He was met with silence, until he heard the lock on his cage being removed. He raised onto his knees and started to move to where the noise came from. After a few shuffles he bumped up against something, which was actually someone!
"Hello???" Simon tried, again, but there was no answer, just a hand which grabbed his hair and pulled him, shuffling as fast as he could go on his knees, out of the cage. The hand pulled upwards on his hair, suggesting he should stand, and, with a bit of effort, Simon managed to get up, standing his full 5 feet 7 inches height! The hand directed him backwards, against a wall, and left him there for a few seconds before a blazing pain drove through his face as someone slapped him, and bloody hard too! he thought.
"OOOWW!" he cried out, but was only met with a "Shut up, whiner" from a voice he recognised immediately; it was Louise!
She fitted a collar on him and, using a ring set into the front, dragged him forwards, and into a cell. She positioned him directly under an overhead chain which fell from above him and ended about a foot above his head.
His arms were raised - he assumed by Louise - and fastened to the chain by carabinier clips on his cuffs. Louise raised his hands, her (almost 6 foot) height making the job easy, and pulled on another chain to stretch his arms straight over his head. She ratcheted the chain until he was standing on tiptoe, then released it one notch. He would swing later, but that was not the plan for the moment.
"Now, you are about to make a lot of noise, and, after last night, my head would prefer not to be assailed by screaming, so....... You need this!
Simon could feel a gag being forced into his mouth and a pair of straps being pulled around his head, then fastened to each other, holding the gag tightly into his mouth and tight over the ends of his lips, cutting in to his cheeks.
"EOFHGEG," he tried to speak, but nothing sensible came out. Satisfied the chains were tight, Louise continued putting the rest of her plan into operation.
Simon sensed another person in very close proximity to himself, but had no idea who, or why. The person themselves made no noise until their gag was fitted and pulled tight. Simon tried to say something, but another slap across his face stopped him.
Satisfied that everyone was where they should be, Louise took a flogger off a wall and started to wave it about. Simon could hear the noise, but did not recognise what it was.
"Let the fun begin..........," called Louise as she pulled Simon's blindfold off him, giving him the biggest surprise of his life, even more than waking up this morning.
Probably 6 inches in front of him, and bound the same by chain and cuffs, and wearing a similar gag, was..................... Sarah!
And she was naked!
His eyes were taking a little time to get used to the light, but it was certainly her! He would recognise her anywhere, but, as his eyes scanned her body, he could never have imagined she looked so good.
He knew she had a slim, almost skinny body, and boobs a little bigger than you would expect (actually a 32C with wonderfully puffy nipples), and that her long, long hair shone in the light, but every other part of her that he could now see, he regarded as perfect too. The only items she wore, apart from the wrist cuffs, were a pair of very high pixie boots with what looked like a solid heel. He wished he could stand back and take in her beauty...... and see her ass. As it was, her nipples just touched his skin when she breathed out, hardening his erection further!
WAIT, where had that come from?? His cock was obviously reacting to seeing her!
Surprises were obviously being handed out in threes today, as Simon saw movement to his other side, and into his view Louise appeared.
She was not naked, but wore only a beautifully fitted pink, yellow and light blue lingerie set and her regular pair of knee-length black boots.
