Research Pt. 02

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

One day John called me at work and asked, "Alison, can you do me a big favor? I'm being called out of town on business. I have to leave Thursday morning, and I wonder if you can drive me to the airport and house sit while I'm gone."

Since he'd referred to me as Alison, I answered him in kind. "I'll have to check with my boss and call you right back, John." Given the royalties that were coming in from our textbook, I really didn't have to work, but I liked doing something to keep me busy while we worked on our newest book. This one was going to be an honest discussion of the possible joys that can be found in a kinky lifestyle. Anyway, I spoke with my boss and told her I needed Thursday and Friday off for a personal emergency. After a bit of discussion, she said yes. This gave me 4 days off in a row.

I called John back and told him, "Yes, I can do it, and will be happy to do so, John."

He said, "Wonderful, Alison. Pick me up on Thursday at about 7 am. That should leave us sufficient time to get to the airport, considering the traffic."

I arrived early and Master had things all ready to go. He had a list of numbers if I needed to reach him and his bag was packed by the door. He also gave me a set of keys to the house and out building. He warned me, "Now don't go snooping around the house or the out building, my dear slut. You should find plenty of food and drinks in the kitchen pantry and refrigerator."

The traffic was light and we made good time getting to the airport. As we drove he put his hand on my knee and it thrilled me. I pulled up to the terminal and he got out grabbing his bag. He came around to my side and leaned in and kissed me, telling me, "Now be a good girl and take care of my home." The kiss took me by surprise since this was the first time he'd kissed me while not in a play mode. I really enjoyed it and thought maybe our relationship had grown. My trip back to his home was slow due to an accident that tied up traffic. On that drive home, my lips kept tingling as I kept thinking about him and that kiss. Distracted, I almost missed my turn off.

I got to his place in the early afternoon and looked around. In my opinion, it needed dusting and straightening up. After I got things back in order, I sat down to watch his big flat screen television. After flipping through dozens of channels, I found nothing that appealed to me, so I looked in the cabinet beneath the television and found his bondage movie collection. This wasn't snooping, because together we'd watched many of these movies from that very same cabinet. Some were really good, so I watched several. By that point, I realized that I was hungry and got something to eat and drink out of the refrigerator.

I felt better with some food in me. and began to get a little curious. I started to look around the house. His bedroom, where I planned to sleep later, was neat and clean. I walked around in there, smelling the cologne that he likes to wear and was happy how it reminded me of him. Opening his closet, I found suits and some leather garments he'd wear for special parties. I liked the scent of the leather too, finding it quite arousing.

That feeling of arousal brought on the thought that I could look around the out building and see if there were any new toys hidden. It was getting dark by this point, and the dimming lights added to the feeling of adventure as I crept out. I got the out building door open but the inner door gave me problems, making my heart thump faster. Persisting, I finally got it open and with a sign of relief turned the light on for the inner room.

My eyes adjusted to the light, the toys came into focus and I grinned. Walking to a couple of them I fondly remembered how just days ago I'd been helplessly locked in them. I came to something new -- a chastity belt. It was metal, made of flat bars. There was a band that went around the waist and a bar hanging from two small chains attached to what must be its back. Those would allow the bar to come forward, running between the legs, covering the person's crotch area. I was surprised that overall it wasn't very heavy. I realized this was a modern design by the way it locked. Looking around more, I noticed a set of keys laying on the next display table.

Smiling, I also noticed a row of metal lockers, their doors slightly ajar. A naughty idea came to mind and I giggled at the thought. I disrobed completely, including my shoes, and put everything in a locker, closing its door. Walking back to the display, I picked up the chastity belt and put it around my waist. When its metal touched my skin, I found it to be kind of cold. Adjusting it a bit tighter, I worked at it until it was snug over my hips. Reaching down I pulled the crotch plate up and secured it over the metal loop on the belt's receptive staple in the front center. Then I added the small locking plate that covered the bars in front. I picked up the locking device and locked the cover plate securely. Just to check my work, I pulled and twisted. It was completely secured, so I was glad the keys were nearby.

There was a box on the floor to one side of the table. Opening it, I found two sets of shackles inside. These were new and heavy. They were shiny, like brushed steel, with heavy chains connecting them. Since one set was slightly larger in diameter than the other, they had to be hand and ankle cuffs. As the saying goes 'in for a nickel, in for a dime' I decided to wear them as well. I sat on the floor and closed the ankle cuff around my right ankle. It was heavy and fit snugly. I then did the left ankle in the same way. There was a chain about 18 inches long connecting the two cuffs. I lifted my foot to see what one looked like on me. To my eyes, it almost looked like jewelry, but heavy duty jewelry.

The hand shackles were the same overall design, but slightly smaller. Placing one cuff on my wrist and squeezing it closed, I heard the click and felt the weight. The other wrist also received its cuff, with the two wrist cuffs attached with a short chain. I had cuffed myself with my wrists in front of me. Somehow, I felt like a proper slave girl now, with the heavy shackles binding me. It was thrilling, and I was almost panting with excitement. I got up and moved around, hear the sound of the ankle chain dragging on the floor. All the cuffs felt heavy on me. Everything was really snug and I knew they wouldn't come off without the key. Aroused, I giggled because it felt so good! I was helplessly bound and I wished Master was here to take me and use me right then and there.

Deciding I should get out of the chastity belt, I walked to the ring of keys and went through them looking for the chastity key. But none of the keys worked with its lock, so I started to get worried. I began to search the room for more keys. I moved boxes and searched the display tables. Since I was struggling a little in trying to move, I realized I'd be more efficient if I weren't shackled.

I went back to the keys and tried them, but none of them worked on the shackles! To my horror, none of the keys even fit in the holes in any of the cuffs. I was truly helpless and naked. I then went to the locker and found it also was locked. Even if I got my clothes back out, I couldn't wear them because of the shackles. It struck me that this was a trap Master had set. He knew I couldn't resist snooping.

I started to really panic so I headed back to the house. I shuffled along feeling very exposed and helpless. The leg shackles made the trip slow and humiliating. Climbing the stairs I had to take one step at a time to get up them safely. I went to Master's bedroom and looked there for keys but had no luck. I really felt defeated, but felt more exhausted than having any urge to cry at that point.

It was late, so I went and slept in his bed. The next day I tried to call him early in my time, since he was a few times zones later than I was. I knew how humiliated I'd be telling him what I'd done. "You really are a stupid girl, Alison," I chided myself, even though I loved hearing him call me names like that when we're playing.

The operator rang and rang his room but got no answer. I left a message saying, "Please tell him, it's very important that he call home as soon as possible."

The day crept along like a tired snail. I could not do much so I watched his bondage tapes. That was a bad idea, since the scenes never fail to excite me. Now a fire of arousal had built inside me but the chastity belt prevented me from getting any relief.

The phone rang and I hurried to grab it. It was Master and he asked what was wrong. I had to admit what I did and the situation I was in now. He said, "Didn't I say not to snoop?"

"Yes, Master."

"This requires a punishment. What is the local time there?"

"It's now 10:45 AM, Master."

He said, "At 11 AM, I want you to stand in the living room facing the television." He explained, "I can access the security system, and I'll be able to see you as you move around the house and the out building."

So at 11 AM I stood there, getting into position as he'd ordered. My feet were spread apart as much as possible, never letting the chain of the ankle cuffs touch the floor. Next I had to drape the hand shackle chain behind my neck. He'd reminded me that he'd be watching and if I didn't follow his orders I'd be punished more harshly when he got home.

The phone rang again, and with some foresight he'd told me to clutch the phone in my hand, so I could answer it. "I see you are obeying. Now stand there for one hour! I'll be watching your humiliation closely! I guess I'll have to monitor you more often," he spoke from the phone, his voice tinged with ominous satisfaction.

I didn't know he could watch me by the security system. I certainly had no idea it was so extensive.

His voice came again from the phone. "Turn to the right so I can see you better." It was a good thing my phone was fully charged. At several times over the next hour he called me again. He gleefully commented on my body and the situation I was in. It was quite humiliating and a strain on my muscles to hold still like that, but I found it exciting, knowing that Master was watching me. I began to wonder if he was letting other people watch, as well. The possibility of such embarrassment almost made me cum without touching myself. But I couldn't touch anyway, since my hands were immobilized by the chain around the back of my neck.

Time crept by as I watched the clock on the wall. From time to time, he commanded, "Stand up straight and present your breast proudly for me to see." I felt so strange standing there exposed, especially when I thought I heard him mumble, "See how she obeys me... and isn't that tit lovely?"

Finally, the hour was up and Master said, "You may relax now, slave. By the way, I have all the keys with me, so you'll have to stay locked up until Sunday." He went on to say, "I knew you couldn't resist snooping, so I set this trap for you." He was just rubbing it in and chuckled at the end.

All I could do was to blush and whisper, "Please forgive me, Master."

The rest of the time was bad. I couldn't wait for my Master to come home even if it meant my punishment. Master called the next day, saying, "Things are completed and I'll be home before noon Sunday, slave, Pick me up at the airport Sunday at 11 AM."

"Master," I moaned, "I can't drive safely with these shackles on me."

He replied, "Ah yes. Go to the kitchen, open the freezer and look for a plastic bag, slut. The shackle keys should be there. When you come to pick me up, wear a long coat and garter belt and stockings and the chastity belt, high heels and nothing else." The coat would be welcome for more than one reason, since the weather was very cold outside for the last few days. He gave me his flight number and continued, "Now go get the keys while I hold this phone line open."

I moved to the kitchen as fast as I could and dug into the freezer. The bag was there and they were inside it! I opened the cuffs and hurried back, saying into the phone, "Master, I'm free! Thank you!"

"Good, see you Sunday." I started to ask about the chastity belt, but he'd hung up.

I stood there phone in hand, with my jaw dropped a little in shock. That meant that under my long coat I'd have to be naked except for the garter belt, stockings and chastity belt. At the busy airport! With all those security scanners!

Early on Sunday morning, my Master called to inspect me before I left for the airport. Setting the long coat aside, I did a slow turn so he could see me from every side. Satisfied, he told me, "Drive carefully, slut. And look for me outside the 'arrivals' area."

I gathered my courage and started my drive to pick up my Master. I drove extra carefully, because I didn't want to be pulled over by the police. Especially not when dressed like this! Traffic was light for the most part since it was a Sunday.

I parked the car and started for the terminal. It was very cold out, so I went as fast as I could with high heels on. It was warm in the terminal building and I asked for directions to the arrival board. Finding it, I started to search the massive board and found out that his plane was not due till 2 pm. He'd set me up again! I'd have to wait in public until then. At first I was mad, but then started to realize it was our little secret. I was locked, and no one knew but Master and me. I had time to kill so I walked around smiling, since everyone had no idea my sex was locked away. They had no idea that I was waiting for my Master to come and claim his slave, hopefully to use her when we got home.

The time came and I waited at the gate, for him. Luckily, since, like a lot of other people I was waiting to greet a plane, that didn't require me to be scanned. Imagine how their scanners would have beeped and flashed a warning it they detected my belt! Imagine the full body search they might've subjected me to, and been thwarted from doing a body cavity search! His plane taxied up to the gateway, Along with a stream of passengers, he came out and I waved to get his attention.

He came to me and wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms down, kissing me hard. I could tell he was also checking if I wore the belt. "Good girl," he whispered.

We headed for the car. Once we were there and he'd opened the door for me, he got into the driver's seat and we headed home. As we drove, he pulled my coat up a bit so he could see the belt and stocking tops.

This excited me, although I was worried someone might see me. His hand moved over my thighs and he left his hand on my one knee. He told me, "You're very sexy, dressed like this, slut." He squeezed my knee from time to time. As the car warmed inside, he commanded, "Undo the top two buttons of your coat, slave. Give me glimpses of your right tit." At least opening my coat like that screened my breast from any cars or trucks on the lane to the right of our car. I blushed as he not only glanced at my breast, but he also reached over to give it a fondle.

Traffic was heavier now, and we didn't get home till late afternoon. We entered the house and he put his bag to one side.

Master removed my coat and took my hand as we walked upstairs to his bed room. He then took out a key and removed the chastity belt, ordering me, "Move to the center of the bed, face up." I did what I was told, hopefully imagining what he wanted!

Leaning over, he lifted a chain connected to the headboard that had handcuffs attached. "I added these especially for you, you needy slut." He lifted my hands above my head and closed the cuffs around them. He then went to the foot of the bed and brought out leather cuffs connected by ropes tied to the bed frame and secured both my ankles, adjusting the ropes until my legs were wide open.

I was so excited! I was in a perfect position to be used. I was helpless and in the trusted hands of my Master. Opening the night stand by the bed, he brought out a ball gag and blindfold. It took him only a few seconds to silence me and place me into darkness.

I was getting wet, wondering what was next, giddy with anticipation. As I waited there, I wondered how many women in the world had been in a similar situation, used by their Masters while they were so helpless.

As I waited there, vulnerable, unable to speak or see, I heard the shower running. I visualized the naked body of my Master, cleaning himself after his long flight. I expected my time of waiting was now short, and I hoped he had a massive erection. The shower stopped, and a few minutes later, I heard footsteps in the room.

His voice intoned, "How beautiful you look like that! I never get tired of that view. Do you want to be used, slave?" I couldn't see him and gagged as I was, I could only nod my head vigorously in answer.

I felt the bed move as he climbed on to it and I waited in heightened anticipation to be used by him. I wanted to be his fuck toy, to be pumped and humped by him and feel him releasing his lust. He started by stretching out beside me, his lips kissing and sucking my nipples. He ran his hand along my collar saying, "Mmm... how nice you look with my collar locked on your neck. I was powerless and very excited, wanting more. At that moment I realized anew that in my heart I was a submissive and was happy to be owned by this good man.

His hand went to my exposed pussy and his manipulations easily turned my simmer into a flame!

I'd asked him time and time again in the past to please use me as his property. Now, his plaything, I wanted him in me so urgently. Maybe he sensed my need. Maybe he interpreted the incoherent sounds I was making with my gagged mouth. Or maybe he just wanted me to be his warm, wet, tight-pussy of a cum dump. Whatever it was, he moved on top and guided his penis in me and pushed deep. That penetration sent me over the edge and my inner muscles clenched on him in a welcoming greeting.

I was in my own world now. My world was his penis in me and I swear that I felt ever bump and ridge of his cock's head and shaft as he moved it inside me.

Reflexively, I fought the bondage restraints but that just added a special piquancy to his using me. He thrust and pounded. He called me filthy names because he knew that hearing those words excited me so much that they rushed my building sensations toward an orgasmic release. I heard words like 'slut', 'whore', 'fuck hole', 'stupid girl' and 'fuck toy' and I started vibrating under him, my pussy muscles clenching and relaxing in rapid succession, almost sucking at his plunging dick. Then the magic exploded like fireworks filling the night sky created by the blindfold, because with a rasping moan, he started cumming deep inside me.

As rope after rope of his semen sprayed from his twitching cock, my pussy became slick with his warm sperm. I knew that once again he'd claimed me as his property by filling me with his seed. After my flesh started cooling because he slipped out of me, and got up off the bed, he kept me there for a long time, probably making sure his sperm was well planted in my depths.

After some unknown period of time, because I began to doze, he came back into the room and released just my legs. He then turned me face down with a pillow beneath my pelvis and tied my legs open again. I was still gagged and blindfolded, but I could visualize the way my ass was being presented and offered by my pose. I had an inkling of what he was going to do next, and quivered in anticipation, as my heart accelerated and I started panting.

I felt the bed move as he positioned himself behind me, and let something drizzle on my little opening. Now I was positive that he was going to use my ass for his pleasure and my humiliation. Since I was being punished, the other possibility for my positioning could have been a spanking, or worse. Given a choice, I much preferred being used anally. He didn't disappoint me. I felt the tip of his cock pressing in against my little puckered hole. I knew the proper way to get my anal ring to relax, and that wonderful cock started its invasion. He stretched my tight rear tunnel as I felt the girth of his cock slowly pushing inward. When he was fully in, his ball sack nudging my pussy lips, he covered me with his body. His extra weight made the restraints tighten even more. This physically reinforced the fact that I was his slave and these sensations really made me feel like it -- for this I was grateful.

He humped me, sliding his hands under my torso to cup my tits. Finding my nipples, he squeezed, tugged and rolled them in his fingers. I felt them stiffen as his fingers coaxed more fresh, hot blood into their tissues. They hardened into aching pebbles, but the pain of those aches was delicious because it was being caused by my wonderful Master. Now my attention was being divided between my tits and my ass since his hands cupped and fondled the former while his cock stuffed and reamed the latter. As the head of his cock swelled inside my rectum, and his pumping sped up, my attention focused more and more on my nether tunnel. This was especially true because his angle was now pressing the tip of his cock downward, collapsing my vaginal tunnel, rubbing and stimulating the very sensitive tissues of its front wall, and even trapping and rubbing my clit against the pillow that was bracing up my hips.

Groaning, I tried and mostly succeeded in holding back my orgasm, wanting this moment to last and last. But then he started nibbling one of my ears, whispering, "Trying to deny me your orgasm, you stupid fuck toy? I know you love being tied up and fucked. And you don't care if it's your cunt or ass that's being fucked. Either way, you lose control... and you cum... you CUM HARD!"

Oh my god, my body heard that as a command! My precious control evaporated, and my muscles began to spasm rhythmically as a massive orgasm crashed through my body from my head to my toes! I gasped for breath and shrieked as I convulsed under him. My ass muscles rippled on the cock that was plunging in and out of my naughty hole. He lasted another minute or two before he groaned and shot his hot load into my rectum in several long, healthy spurts! I moaned because it felt so wonderful to be his cum dump. His cock stayed plugging my butt hole for some indeterminate but delightful time as I felt his warm body along my back.

As his cock softened and slipped out of me, his semen began to seep out of my gaping butt hole. But he was prepared. In mere moments, I gasped loudly as my butt was stretched by an invading butt plug, and my anal ring closed behind its main bulge, lodging it in place. His semen wasn't going to escape any time very soon!

"How are you doing now, slut?" he asked, bending close to my ear.

Something still felt out of balance to me, so I hesitated before answering. The thought was brewing in my mind that I had enjoyed what was supposed to be my punishment too much. Reaching my decision, I said, "Umm, Master? I still feel badly about disobeying you. Can I please be punished, at least a little more?" I begged.

"Oh, so you feel you've not been chastised enough for your transgression of my command. Very well, you stupid girl. That can be arranged." He untied me. "Get up off that bed and crawl to the outbuilding. I'm sure I can find something there that will do the trick."

It wasn't easy, crawling naked on my hands and knees, out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door. Once I was outside, I could see the outbuilding, and I could also see the tall grass and weeds between the house and that building. Hoping there weren't any critters lurking in the weeds, and avoiding the more prickly weeds, I painstakingly crawled from the house to the outbuilding. Master strolled along behind me, whistling as if he hadn't a care in the world. He only got ahead of me to open the outer door, and then the inner door.

"Go over to the lower pillory, open it, and place your neck and wrists in the proper depressions," he ordered. It was low enough to the ground that I didn't have to rise up onto my feet, and just kept crawling until I reached it. Once I'd positioned my neck and wrists, I waited for him to lock me in, which he did without much of a delay. Then he made me wait, wondering what he planned to do to me, and letting my tummy-twisting anticipation build. Because of the pillory, I couldn't see him, since he was behind me. He seemed to have an uncanny sense of knowing when my heightened focus on him would waver.

Seconds after that occurred, with no sound and only a minor displacement of air, the paddle he was wielding cracked hard across one of my butt cheeks! I failed to suppress a yelp of pain at that impact! I also yelped when he swatted my other butt cheek, just as hard. The paddling continued, as he reminded me, "So the next time I give you a command not to snoop, maybe you'll remember this session, and obey me." He swatted me until the flesh of my buttocks felt hot and quite painful, and my tears were flowing freely.

When the swatting stopped, I blubbered out, "Yes, Master. I'll remember and obey. Thank you for this lesson, Master." I said that, and I really meant it. I truly appreciated him taking the time to properly address my disobedience. I began to wonder how long he was going to leave me trapped in this low pillory. That wonder ceased, becoming unimportant as I felt his hands parting my pussy lips and he began fingering my pussy. I was quickly forgetting the heat and pain in my butt cheeks as two of his marvelous fingers explored my honey pot. My moaning began in earnest as I felt him add a third finger.

"Hmm, this thing is in the way for what I have in mind," he muttered. Moments later I felt him drawing the butt plug back out through my anal ring, making me grunt as I felt the maximum stretch point. That was followed by the feeling of relief as he set the butt plug aside, and reinserted his three fingers. But now I felt much looser and he formed his four fingers and his thumb into a wedge shape and pressed that wedge against my vaginal opening! My moan became a groan as his knuckles pushed against my vaginal ring, apparently seeking entrance! He was trying to get his whole hand inside me, and trapped in the pillory, I was helpless to stop him unless I spoke my safeword.

I didn't want to safeword though. And in a short period of time, I was thrilled that I hadn't, because he moved his fingers in some manner inside me that must've shifted his knuckles because one after another they managed to slip through my vaginal ring and were now inside me!

"Ohmygawd!" I vocalized as he closed his hand inside my pussy tunnel, which made his hand feel like it was a balloon inflating inside me. Then, with small movements of his arm, he moved his fist forward and back. The novelty of being fisted was so humiliating and exciting that when a finger of his other hand brushed against my clit, I lost control completely! Babbling incoherently, I climaxed on his hand! I was still quivering and shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm when he opened his fist and his hand slid out of me fairly easily, since it was now quite covered with my slippery natural lubricants. I imagined it was sort of like giving birth to his hand.

He let me rest until my aftershocks ebbed, and then unlocked me and helped me up. When we were outside that building with its lights now off and its doors locked, he picked me up and carried me into the house. Entering, he carried me up to the bedroom, got into the bed with me, and cuddled me, caressing me softly until we both dozed off. After several hours, we woke up, and got up to eat a very late supper. Then, kissing and nuzzling each other, we finally fell into a deep sleep that lasted the night.

I'm now living with him all the time. To the outside world we resemble just an ordinary couple, if anyone casually looks at us. Behind closed doors though, ours is a different world completely and that's how I like it. He's good to me and we travel a lot, seeing the world. But we always bring along a small bag of toys, or, if that's not possible, we're at least visiting some of the more tolerant countries when it comes to kinky sex. We were married about a year ago and I'm very happy with our relationship. I know this lifestyle isn't for everyone. But it works for us, and I hope you find your own happiness in whatever manner you can, safely and consensually.