I Heard a Rumor - Pt. 03

PREFACE

My dear reader,

I hope that you are enjoying my story of a young couple and their bondage journey together. I will assume that you are, since you've gotten this far in the series. As you will soon read, our young couple will be venturing into more extreme bondage situations. I have been concerned about "going there", so I wanted to say a few things about this before proceeding. Please indulge me.

The first thing I ask is to remember that this is a work of fiction. If you've ever practiced extreme bondage, you will know that these situations require care in setting up and execution, and they have the potential to be dangerous. Some of the extreme bondage situations that I have seen depicted in images or read about might even be impossible to carry out in real life, or they have the potential to put someone at extreme risk. This is why, for the most part, extreme bondage scenarios work much better in fiction than they do in reality. Just because you are reading something that sounds like fun does not mean that you should "try it at home". Of course, it goes without saying that you should never hurt anyone, yourself included, or force a situation on an unwilling partner. This is not to say that one should avoid going hardcore, but please do be careful about it if you do.

In this series, Cassie and her boyfriend have basically hit the lottery by finding each other - two young, regular but attractive people who really care for each other and also happen to enjoy extreme bondage. In reality, though, that is very hard to pull off, as I'm sure many of you know. Many of us bondage fans do not have someone who shares our enthusiasm, and that's ok. It's pretty normal, actually. So, please don't feel badly if you don't have the kind of idyllic bondage relationship that I have crafted in my story. Few of us do, and again, that's ok. There's more to life, and this kind of fun and exciting fantasy is just a part of it.

So, I hope that my writing is enjoyable for you and helps take you places where our regular day-to-day lives don't normally go. I have several ideas about how I will continue the story of Cassie and her boyfriend. So, if you have any comments, please be kind, and if there are aspects of the story that you particularly enjoy, please let me know. The encouragement will be helpful to me and it will influence my future writing.

Warmest regards,

LTRX

I HEARD A RUMOR - PART 3

I spent the night in and out of consciousness. The enjoyment and excitement of feeling firmly encased in a mummy bag while masked, gagged and earplugged worked against my ability to get any kind of real, deep sleep. I must have passed out at some point, though, because I awoke, startled by my initial realization that I couldn't see anything or move at all. I quickly remembered my situation, though, and then I just laid there enjoying my predicament. As the minutes ticked away, though, I was starting to wonder what was going on.

I had no idea what time it was. Was it the middle of the night? Was it morning? When would Cassie release me? Had something happened? What if something happened to Cassie? Who would help her? What would happen to me? There was no way I could escape. My mind raced. It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Eventually, fear overcame any feeling of excitement, and I started to tug, pull and lean, futilely trying to release myself. Nothing would budge, though. It was at that point I realized that Cassie was really good at bondage. I wondered if she was too good at it, though. I continued tugging and pulling. If I could only know what time it was - but I couldn't see or hear anything - so I kept on trying to escape.

I jumped as I felt a hand gently pushing my head down onto the pillow. Somebody was there with me in the room! I was relieved. I felt fingers at the back of my head, fumbling to untie the leather mask that tightly encased my head, and then gently pulling the mask, earplugs and blindfold off me. There was Cassie, smiling.

"That was fun!" she exclaimed, as she began to loosen and remove me from the mummy bag.

I looked over to a clock on the end table. It was about 8 a. m.

"I could tell you were getting worried. It was fun watching as you got nervous and tried to escape. But always remember, if I tie you up, you're never going to escape!"

Her words aroused me, which in turn made me conscious of the nub lock I was still wearing, as it pressed down on me.

"I want you to go freshen up in the bathroom. Have a glass of water, too. When you're finished in there, put the blindfold on and call to me. We're going to have a little fun before breakfast," she instructed.

I complied, calling to her as I slipped on a tight little latex blindfold she had left for me in the bathroom.

She opened the door and led me forward. Standing in front of me, she adjusted the blindfold by gently pushing down a little onto each eye socket, forcing the air out and creating a suction effect that held the blindfold down. Ingenious! I'm sure it looked cool, and it prevented any light from coming it, making it pitch black for me. She then caressed my face and kissed me.

"You look so hot. This is going to be fun!"

She then led me on a short walk. After a bit, she stopped me, and I heard her open what sounded like a heavy door.

"You're going to take two steps down. Don't worry. I will guide you."

As I stepped down, I could tell by the "feel" of the room - the coolness, the concrete floor, and the smell - that I was in the garage.

"Are we going somewhere?" I asked.

"Who said you were allowed to talk?" Cassie admonished.

I then kept silent.

"This is going to take a little time for me to set up", she said, as I heard the sound of her rummaging through what I assumed was her "bag of tricks".

Then I heard the sound of buckles.

"Stand up straight so I can strap this on you", she instructed. I felt some sort of leather belt being strapped around my waist. It was substantial. She tightly buckled it in front. More straps were attached over each shoulder, and around the upper part of each of my legs. When finished, she tugged from the back to make sure everything was tight.

"Oh, that looks good. Now for your arms."

She crossed my arms behind my back so that my forearms were parallel to each other, then tied them together at the wrists. I felt her loop the ropes over my shoulders and around my upper torso, cinching everything just below each armpit. I heard the sound of tape being pulled from its roll, as she then taped the fingers of each hand very completely. As usual, there would be no way for me to escape this.

"OK. Now it's going to get interesting. Just bear with me," she said, in a happy sounding way.

As she positioned me, I wondered what could be more interesting. She gently led me backwards. I could feel the coldness of a heavy chain directly behind me. She stopped me, and started to fumble with the harness. I realized that she was connecting the center point of the harness, located about the lower middle of my back, to the chain suspended from the ceiling of the garage.

"OK. Now, we're going to lift your legs off the ground! Lean forward slowly so that the chain holds you up."

I slowly leaned forward and I could feel the harness starting to hold my weight. She gently pushed me further forward and lifted each leg off the ground so that I was now dangling from the chain. She pulled each leg far back and fastened them like a hogtie, but she crossed my legs at the the ankles and tightly tied them, so that my legs would be spread apart, leaving my rear end exposed and vulnerable. I dangled there in a horizontal position.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

Between my arms and legs being tied tightly and the weight of my body on the harness, everything felt pressured, but there was no pain and my circulation seems ok.

"Yes, I'm ok, I think", I replied.

"Great! Just a few more things before we get started."

I again heard her fumbling with her supplies, as well as more sounds of buckles and the jingling of keys. Then, I heard her step in front of me, and felt her unlocking my nub lock, carefully removing it.

"Very nice! Someone is very excited by all this, I can see!" she said in a teasing sort of way. She then went back to her preparations, and I could hear the sound of more buckling.

After a minute or two, I could feel her standing behind me as I hung there, basically hogtied in midair. I could hear the squishing sound of lube being squeezed from a tube. Then, she held me in place as she moved into position between my legs from the rear. I felt something probing at my anus, then gently being pushed in just a little way.

"Does that hurt?" she asked.

"It feels weird and tight, but no, it doesn't hurt." I now had an idea about what she would be doing.

"Very good", she replied. Then, she pushed forward, holding me by the hips as the "probe" of what now was clearly a strap-on thrust deep into me!

"How about now?" she asked.

"No. It still feels weird, but it doesn't hurt," I replied.

"Oh, good. Let's get down to business, then!"

I felt her reach forward and pop something into my mouth. It was a ball gag. She positioned it and strapped it tightly. Then, I heard more tape being torn from its roll. She carefully but tightly taped over my mouth and the ball gag, making sure not to cover my nose so I could breathe easily. I would not be able to utter a word, though. She was very good at gagging someone.

With her strap-on inserted deeply inside me, she slowly began to pump.

As her pumping increased and her breathing intensified, she reached forward with lubed fingers and began to fondle the head of my penis right at the sweet spot.

"Your challenge it to let me orgasm first. I'm going to do everything I can to make you cum, but you have to resist! If you fail, you will be punished!" She spoke in an uncharacteristically commanding voice, broken by heavy breathing and laughing, because she knew I would never be able to resist.

As she continued her pumping, she whispered, "They say that stimulating the prostate this way can make a man cum. But I'm not taking any chances. I'm going to stimulate you every way!"

Her fingers continued to dance across my sweet spot.

I tried to focus on the discomfort of being tightly tied and suspended, as a distraction to prevent my orgasm. She was a master, though, and there was no way to prevent it. Her pumping my rear end and focused fondling of my penis grew stronger. I tensed. I grit my teeth. I tried anything to prevent my orgasm.

With boundless energy, she then picked up her pace. No one would be able to resist this.

I exploded in orgasm.

"Oh! You naughty boy! You lose! Now you're really going to get it!"

She continued pumping me hard from behind, with her arms encircling my suspended waist. One hand held firm to the base of my cock to keep me erect, while the other rubbed wildly against my sweet spot.

I pulled, tugged and flailed, yelling into my gag, completely helpless to prevent the wild intensity of the post-orgasm torture. There was no way to push her away, though. No way to escape. No way to stop it. I was seeing stars, as the intense over-stimulation caused me to shudder.

This was a great turn-on for Cassie. Her pumping intensified. Her breathing and moaning grew. The sight, sound and feel of me, being bound, helpless, flailing, over intensified and tormented, was just what she wanted. Her thrusts grew until she, too, burst into orgasm. Her fingernails dug into my hips as she shook from the intensity of it.

After a few moments, she took a deep breath and withdrew, leaving me hanging there while she cleaned herself off. When she returned, I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was still flushed, but zippy and enthusiastic at the same time.

"What did you think of that?" she asked, gleefully.

"Mmmmph!" was my muffled reply.

She stood back and regarded her work, as I hung there, hogtied and suspended in a horizontal position.

"You look so cool, tied up like this! Would you mind if I took a few pictures? I have a Polaroid, so there will be no film processing. No one will ever see the photos except me, and I give you my solemn promise that I will never show them to anyone, ever, no matter what. I will keep them locked away. I'll even let you take pictures of me, as long as you promise the same. Ok?"

I nodded, and a few minutes later, I could hear the clicking and whirring of a Polaroid camera as she took several photographs.

"I want some pictures of you like this with your bikini on", she said, as I could feel her putting it into position and then lacing up the sides - no mean feat with me tied the way I was. Then, more clicking and whirring of the camera.

"I'd love to keep you like this for a while, but I know it's not safe to do this for long periods, so I'm going to take you down."

As she started to undo all the ropes and straps, she continued, "I don't think you realize how early it was when I put you to bed last night. It was only 7:30! After I tucked you in, I went out to pick up a few things for you, this suspension harness being one of them. I also picked up some other goodies, as well as some new clothes for you."

I grunted.

"I know you probably don't like me spending my money on you, but don't worry. This is all like a dream come true, and we're having a great time. So, how about this: To make it up to me, you can take me out to a really nice dinner tonight. Ok?"

I knew that wouldn't make up for the amount of money she was spending on me, but I nodded in accordance. I would find other ways to make it up to her.

Before she finished undoing me, she removed my blindfold and said "Oh, let's not forget this!" She showed me a chastity lock. It was bigger than the little nub lock she had me wearing before, but not too much bigger.

"This lock is smooth on the outside so that no one will be able to tell that you are wearing it."

She carefully put in on me and locked it in place.

"Before I let you out I'll just go hide this key away!" she giggled as she briefly left the garage.

Still hanging there, I was able to look up and see how she had used a ladder to reach up and loop the heavy chain around an overhead joist, making it strong enough to hold my weight. She was very resourceful!

As Cassie finished undoing me from all my bonds, she instructed that I should go take a shower. She would be laying out some clothes for me and then we would have a late breakfast.

"Oh. Look at all those rope and strap marks all over you! I wanted to go out for breakfast, but we can't with you looking like that. Take a nice long shower and drink a lot of water, and we'll see how you look later."

Indeed, when I went into the bathroom, I could see all those marks. I could also see from the little pile of clothes that she had left for me that I wouldn't be wearing much, today, so I'd better do whatever I could to make those marks go away. The long, hot shower helped, but it would still be a while before all the marks disappeared.

I then took a closer look at the clothes she had left for me. My new "underwear" consisted of a very small, striped and colorful sort of bikini. It was not a thong, but the rear was cut very high, exposing a lot of cheek. I put it on and it was quite tight. The only way for it to fit right was to pull it up in the back, which pulled the rear of the bikini right into my ass crack. I think that was the intention of the design. You could definitely feel it in there. There was no way you could fail to notice it, which I think was the point. My "outer" clothes would consist of a pair of those short Adidas gym shorts and a similarly sporty looking T-shirt.

"Oh, don't you look adorable!" Cassie exclaimed, as I exited the bathroom. "Do you like your new bikini? It's Brazilian, though I hear these bikinis are also popular in Miami. I can't wait to see you in it."

Somehow, while I was in the shower, she managed to freshen herself up. She was wearing a sporty little spandex outfit that included tight fitting, long sleeved shirt and short bike shorts. The shirt was white and the shorts were silver, with thick blue and yellow bands of color running through both. Even her little socks carried this color scheme, as did the ribbon in her hair. She looked sleek, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She had prepared a nice breakfast, and we happily chatted over her well prepared and seemingly very healthy meal. Our conversation came naturally. Even though we were doing all kinds of extreme, sexual BDSM, we were also able to carry on happily in a very normal way. I felt really great about this, and I think she did, too.

It was a beautiful, warm, late May Saturday. I wondered what we would be doing on this gorgeous day. Before I could ask, though, she informed me, seeming to sense my question.

"It's such a beautiful day. Let's do something outside - maybe hiking, or tennis, or - oh, I know! I know what we should do today. It will be a surprise! Now, let's finish up and we'll get going. I'll just grab my car keys."

"Ok, but let's take my car. I'm driving this time," I said, in an insistent way.

"You don't know where you're going. You should let me drive," she responded.

"I know how to follow directions. Come on. Let me do something," I insisted.

"Fine," she replied, dismissively.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I asked.

"Nope. Just yourself."

"Ok"

So we cleaned up after breakfast, and off we went.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'll tell you when we get there. Don't worry. You'll like it. It's about an hour drive."

As Cassie continued giving me directions, I noticed we were headed northwards, towards a more affluent area.

After a while, we found ourselves driving through a very nice neighborhood. This made me start to wonder who we were visiting. As I turned to ask, she proclaimed, "We're going to my parents' house!"

"What! But," I started to respond, when she abruptly cut me off.

"REEE-lax! My parents are away. I said we're going to their HOUSE!"

"Oh, I see." I replied. "Are you sure it's ok for us to be there when they're not home?"

"My parents are almost always away. My dad travels most of the year on business. Ever since I started college, my mother joins him. They've been doing it for several years, now. They both enjoy travelling, and I'd say they're away at least seventy five percent of the time. They use their house as a sort of resting place in between trips."

Cassie continued, "My responsibility is to check on the house. I try to come up here every week or two. I always make sure there's some food in the house. I straighten a little, put out the trash so the house looks lived in. Stuff like that. You'll love it. It's very private. We have a heated swimming pool that we opened earlier this month. I called the pool cleaning service yesterday and asked them to turn on the heater, so the water should be really nice for us to swim in later."

Cassie continued, "We can take a bike ride! You can use my dad's bike. He hardly ever uses it, and he'd be happy if you used it. My parents are really nice. They're also really WITH IT. They would not mind at all that you were here with me. They trust me. They know I'm smart, and that I wouldn't bring home a moron or the kind of person they'd have to worry about their daughter being around."

She glanced towards me, seeing that I still seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Really, this is going to be nice. Please don't worry. My parents are somewhere in Asia right now. I don't expect to see them for at least two weeks, so we have the place to ourselves. Oh, we're here! See that white mailbox? Turn right onto that driveway."

We proceeded down a long driveway to a very nice looking ranch house that was surrounded by woods. Cassie pulled a remote control from her purse, which opened the garage door.

"We'll go in this way, but leave your car outside. People will be able to see from the road that someone is here, and I like for the house to appear occupied."

In we went. Much like Cassie's apartment, the house was neat, clean, and fresh. In the center was a large living area and an adjacent, open kitchen, with large picture windows and glass doors overlooking a very nice patio and an in-ground swimming pool.

She then pointed to the right.

"That's where my parents' bedroom is. Mine is across on the other side", she said, pointing to the left.

It was interesting that her bedroom was basically in a whole separate part of the house. It seemed like her parents liked their privacy. Walking to the left side, she showed me around. There were two doors. She pointed one out as being the bathroom, the other, her bedroom.

Seeing no other bedrooms, I asked, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope. It's just me. Do you want to see my bedroom?"

Of course I did, so she showed me in.

I was stunned. This was nothing like a typical young person's bedroom. There were no posters, knick-knacks, trophies, or anything like that. The room was very simple and uncluttered, but it had a very distinctive ambiance. The walls and ceiling were dark red, and the carpet was an even darker red. Dark brown wooden furniture was finished with black, wrought iron hardware. The hard look of the wrought iron bed was offset by the soft, satin red sheets and pillowcases. All that she would have needed to complete the look of the room was to have iron manacles and chains dangling.

I turned to her, and she had a big smile on her face.

"I know it's not like your run-of-the-mill girl's bedroom, but my parents were ok with this! They even helped find the kind of furniture I wanted."

I was starting to wonder if the apple fell far from the trees, but I was totally ok with that.

"Before you get any ideas, let's take a bike ride!" she commanded.

Indeed, hanging neatly in the garage were several nice looking bicycles. She had me pull down her dad's bike, and her own, and off we rode. The town had a park with a long, mostly wooded bike trail. It was one of those rails-to-trails, so it was nice and level, and there was an active railroad line right next to it for part of the way. The trail was surprisingly un-crowded for a Saturday, as we took our leisurely ride through the lovely landscape. I kept letting Cassie get ahead of me so I could watch her on her bike. It was very appealing to watch her bicycling in her tight, sleek shirt and little short shorts as the breeze blew back her hair and its colorful ribbon.

"Will you catch up!" she barked, in a fake, annoyed sound. "I know what you're doing!"

She was smiling, and said, "Maybe later on, I'll spend some time staring at YOU in your little outfit!"

After a while we turned around and returned to our starting point. We were both hot and sweaty at this point. As we pedaled back to her house, she suggested, "We should go for a swim now."

We arrived back at the house and found ourselves on the patio overlooking a crisp, clean blue swimming pool. Cassie went inside to change. As I stood there overlooking the beautiful, backyard landscape, it occurred to me that I didn't have a bathing suit. Cassie quickly reappeared wearing a robe, and I blurted out, "But I don't have a bathing suit!"

She gazed a look at me and smiled.

"Yes you do, silly! You're already wearing it! Now take off those shorts and T-shirt and give them to me. I want to see you in your bathing suit! You were so happy to stare at me. Now it's my turn to stare at you!"

Shyly, I removed my T-shirt as she held out her hand to take it from me.

"Let's go!" she barked.

I slowly pulled of my shorts, feeling very near naked as I stood there in the sun wearing only my cheeky, colorful Brazilian bikini.

Cassie grabbed my shorts from me and stepped back to look.

"Oh! I really like you in that bathing suit! Didn't you realize that it was a bathing suit when you put it on? You'd better get used to it, because from now on if you go swimming with me, you will only be allowed to wear sexy bathing suits! Now stay right here!"

With that, she took my clothes and brought them into the house, presumably to hide them away.

Returning quickly, she took me in her arms and began kissing me passionately.

"I have a surprise for you," she whispered in my ear. She stepped back and loosened her robe, letting it drop to the floor.

With a self-conscious smile, she asked, "How do you like it?"

There she stood in a two piece Brazilian bikini that matched mine! The top wrapped narrowly around her perky breasts, while the bottom was almost more "cheeky" than mine - cut very high in the back and pulled up tight. If there was any less material back there, it would have been a thong!

I could suddenly feel the constriction of my chastity lock as my arousal grew. She again came into my arms and passionately kissed me as she ran her fingers through my hair. This did nothing to reduce my arousal.

She then stepped back and smiled, gently touching the front of my chastity lock.

"I like this chastity lock," she said. "All the colorful stripes make it hard to see the lock through your little BIKINI! I guess you'd better get used to wearing that lock, as well!"

With a surprise, she pushed me into the pool, laughing, and then she jumped in herself.

The afternoon ticked away as we swam and floated and kissed and embraced in the water. More than once, I held her closely to me, my pelvis pressed against hers.

"This would be a good time to take the lock off," I whispered into her ear as I held and kissed her.

"Not yet," she retorted, playfully splashing me or swimming away, beckoning me to chase her. This went on all afternoon, driving me wild.

Later, while laying, poolside in the sun, she turned to me from her reclining chair and said, "You promised that you would take me out to dinner tonight. If you make good on your promise, I'll make it worth your while."

I would have been happy to take her to dinner anyway, but this just sweetened the deal. She certainly knew how to keep me on edge.

On the far side of the pool was a small building that looked like a tiny house. She noticed me looking at it and said "That's the guest house. It has a small living area and kitchenette, as well as a bedroom and a full bathroom. I left some clothes for you in the dresser drawers. Wear the set I left on top. Now go take a shower and change. I'll go in the main house and do the same, and I'll meet you back here in a little while."

After showering, I looked to see what clothes she had left for me in the dresser. Sure enough, there were several nice polo shirts and T-shirts, as well as several pairs of shorts--all different kinds, but they were all nice. She must have run to the store last night and just grabbed a bunch of clothes in my size. As she had said, there was a set of clothes set on top. I found a long sleeved blue polo shirt and a pair of white shorts - not gym shorts but a nicer kind. And of course, there was a little bikini - another leather affair with lace-up sides. This one was white, though.

As planned, we met in the yard. She appeared in a very neat looking blouse and mini-skirt, and she looked at me, approvingly in the outfit she had picked for me. Compared to my appearance earlier in the afternoon, I now felt heavily clothed.

She could sense that I was still uncomfortable with her spending money on me like that. Before I could say anything, though, she hushed me, saying "Don't say it! This is what I wanted to do, and I love how you look. Now, let's go!"

I had insisted on driving on this day, but then I regretted it when I pulled into the restaurant's parking lot alongside cars that were far more expensive and luxurious than mine.

"I told you to let me drive," said Cassie. "You didn't listen to me now, but I promise that you will obey me later," she said, devilishly. "Don't worry, though. The people here are very nice, and nobody cares about your car."

A light, cool breeze added a note of comfort to the sweet-smelling, warm spring air on this beautiful evening as we entered the restaurant.

On the drive home from the restaurant, Cassie was uncharacteristically quiet. She said nothing. Worried that something was wrong, I asked her, but she reassured me that she had a wonderful dinner and everything was ok.

I realized, then, that she was busy in thought. I mentally salivated at the thought of what she might have in mind.

We arrived back at her house, and plopped ourselves on the living room couch. She sat next to me and snuggled in, gently kissing my earlobe, cheek, neck, and lips. We quietly continued snuggling and kissing, for a time.

Then, a little bell rang. It sounded like an alarm clock. It gave just a short ring, then it stopped. It was exactly 7:45 p. m. The bell seemed to have gotten Cassie's notice. I then wondered why she had set an alarm for herself, but I said nothing.

Abruptly, she asked, "Do you want to play strip poker again, like we did yesterday?"

Of course I did.

She continued. "Let's not waste time, then. Let's just get right to the part where I have you tied up. Come with me!"

I happily complied.

She led me right to where I was hoping. We entered her imposing, dimly lit, red-walled bedroom. She didn't have to tell me to strip down to my white leather bikini. I removed my clothes, handed them to her, and she took them away. Before she left the room, though, she turned on some rather loud classical music. It was unusual, but she said it was for "ambiance".

"I want you to kneel on my bed, right in the middle." she directed.

The bed had wrought iron posts that extended upwards from all four corners, with a frame of crisscrossed bars that spanned across the top of the bed. As I positioned myself on the bed, she came up behind me and tied a white leather mask over my eyes. It wasn't a blindfold, though. It had openings for my eyes, centered by a notch for the nose. It was like Zorro's mask. She tied it tightly.

This time I could see, as she produced a suitcase from under her bed and unlocked it. From the suitcase, she produced bondage mittens for me, as well as wrist restraints, padlocks, and a chain. She positioned the chain above me and locked it to the overhead bar. She then put the mittens and restraints on my wrists, locked them together behind my back, then hiked them up high so it was a little uncomfortable, locking them tightly to the dangling chain. It was mostly the same as what she had done to me yesterday, but this time I was kneeling on her bed.

From the suitcase, she produced a large, white ballgag, saying, "For what is going to happen to you, you must be gagged!"

"Open up!" she commanded, as she worked the large ball into my mouth, pulling it back tightly and strapping it in place.

"OK. You know the drill. Let's test everything!"

With that, she proceeded to dig her fingers into my ribs, tickling me without mercy! I jumped and flailed, but all the bonds held well, and the large gag prevented me from saying anything.

Satisfied with her work, she withdrew, saying "Very good. Now I will get ready."

She stepped back, and in my full sight, she slowly began removing her clothes, as the loud classical music played and I knelt there, shackled to the bed from above. My eyes focused on her beautiful body as she removed her blouse and miniskirt, revealing a white leather bikini with lace-up sides that matched mine. She really liked having us in matching, sexy outfits.

My mind raced with anticipation as she put her clothes aside and then turned to face me. Our eyes met, but suddenly, some other movement caught my eye. I could see through the doorway, and it looked like something moved in the background. I tried to speak through my gag, but she just retorted, saying "Don't you try to talk me out of this. You're in big trouble, young man!"

Then I saw it again! There was some movement behind her, outside the room. I stared, intently. All the while, she just continued teasing me in an alluring voice. With the loud music playing, she couldn't hear that someone else was in the house!

I tried yelling - anything to direct Cassie's attention. Then suddenly, a woman appeared in the doorway. She wore a ski mask, and she was holding a cloth as she approach Cassie from behind!

I yelled, but Cassie didn't understand!

The woman suddenly and forcefully grabbed Cassie from behind, holding the cloth over her face. With her other arm, the woman reached around Cassie's waste and pulled her up off the ground. With arms flailing and legs kicking into the air, Cassie struggled, but to no avail. The woman was bigger and stronger. After ten or fifteen seconds, Cassie stopped struggling and her limbs went limp as she passed out.

The woman gently laid Cassie on the bed in front of me. She then turned her attention to me.

"Look... at... this!" she proclaimed, slowly, in a deeper voice, as she eyed me up and down. "Hello, Cutie! How convenient for us that you're already tied up! We are going to have so much fun with both of you."

She then stepped behind me, out of my field of vision. With the same velocity she had used on Cassie, the woman suddenly forced the cloth over my face and held it firmly. I tried not to breath, but she held firm, whispering in my ear "Don't fight it."

I did all I could do, but I had to breathe. As I drew a breath, I could smell a strong, medicine-like smell, and I realized I was being drugged - knocked out, like Cassie.

I felt my strength leave me, and everything went dark.