Bob Hawkins
Bondage slaves
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, not that!"
Janice twisted her pretty face aside as Jim tried to slip the big gag between her lips.
"Take it," he commanded sternly.
"I can't, Jim. Please don't make me wear that horrible thing too," the young woman pleaded.
"It's part of the costume, Slave. Now open your mouth or I'll make you take it," Jim demanded again. His voice was hard and cold. He was already playing his part. Playing it altogether too well, Janice thought.
She tightened her jaws for a moment as she glared at the young man.
"Damn you," she whispered.
Jim lifted the big black rubber ball to Jan's sexy lips. He pressed it against them, and Jan suddenly grabbed it out of his hand.
"I'll do it, you creep," she said sullenly. She held the hard rubber ball gag in her delicate hand for a long moment, turning it over and over, touching the thong that would tie it behind her neck to hold the huge ball in place between her teeth.
She sighed and shook her head.
"I sure hope you don't let this get out of hand, Jim," she said seriously, looking at him.
Ever since they had purchased their costumes, Jim had been playing the part of Master to the hilt. His whole attitude had suddenly changed.
And as far herself, Jan had to admit that wearing this skimpy little costume did make her feel submissive and demure, small and helpless. And it wasn't the worst feeling she'd ever had, either. She was just worried that Jim might want to carry this game a little further than she did.
She took a deep breath. Well, she thought, I'd better start trusting him, if he's going to be my husband.
Jim glanced at her. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual smile. This was a harsher, less humorous smile, like the strained smile of the guilty.
"Jim?"
"Just put it in your mouth, will you?"
"Promise you won't hurt me?"
"Hurt you? Why would I hurt you, honey?"
Jan shrugged. Why would he, after all? He loved her. She loved him. He'd never hurt her in the months they had been going together. Well, almost never. And even when he did hurt her, it was out of love and an attempt to make sex a little more exciting for her and him.
"Well, would you promise me one thing, then?"
"What?"
Jan winced at the tone of his voice. He was getting annoyed with her questioning and hesitating.
"Promise me you won't let anyone take off my mask?"
Jim snorted. "Sure, honey. I promise."
Jan licked her lips. She wasn't convinced. But she cleared her throat, swallowed one last time, and opened her mouth. She parted her lips and pressed the foul-tasting rubber ball against her upper teeth, forcing the bulk of the hard sphere up to the roof of her mouth, behind her teeth. She worked her jaws and forced the big ball behind her lower teeth, too. God, it was so fucking huge!
She breathed through her nose, testing the ease with which she could breathe this way. It seemed to be OK, but her jaws were stretched so wide that they hurt. She didn't know how long she could keep the gag in her mouth, if it got any worse.
Her lips were stretched taut over the front of the ball. The thin but strong thongs dangled down from the corners of her mouth. Jan took them in each hand and brought the loose ends around behind her neck, brushing her long blonde hair out of the way so she could knot the thong under her hair.
She tied it firmly but not too tightly.
She groaned and looked at Jim, so he could see she'd done her job as he'd told her to. He was staring at the highway, his hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. Jan nudged his arm and he glanced at her quickly.
His eyes went wide, and he nodded.
"Damn, honey. You look so fucking sexy like that, I could stop this car right here on the highway."
Jan felt a lot better at that little outburst. That was her Jim, suddenly enthusiastic over her sexiness.
Maybe it would all work out.
She sat there quietly, working her jaws to ease the strain of the gagging ball. Thank God it was only a few more miles to the party.
She was dressed in a very sexy little French maid outfit. It was black and white, and it set off her lovely long hair to perfection. Jan didn't mind the maid part of the costume. In fact, she responded to putting it on with a trickle of cunt juice.
She knew her long legs looked good in the black stockings. And the short skirt that left part of her creamy thighs bare was the sexiest thing she'd worn in a long time, and she knew it. She loved the skirt and black stockings, and the way Jim could see the garter straps pulled taut over the bare flesh of her thighs. The panties covered her adequately, though she would have preferred them to be a little bit better fitting. They were so damned tight that her cunt mound seemed to be five times its normal size.
The little frilly apron was a delight.
And the tight blouse – forcing her large young breasts to lift and bulge out over the top, almost to the point of showing her rich brown nipples was stunning.
Jan had loved getting into the costume, and had posed for Jim in her apartment, pretending to be a little French maid.
Jan frowned. Had that been the beginning of this odd change in the man? She couldn't pinpoint it, exactly. Maybe it didn't really matter, anyway.
Her jaws seemed to throb around the rubber ball.
It had been Jim's idea to add the bondage gear to the basic French maid costume, and to go as Master and Slave to the party. He had convinced her it would be harmless, since the party was a Halloween masked ball, and nobody would be taking off their masks until after midnight. He had promised to have her out of there long before then, and it had been the gleam in his eyes that had finally convinced her to go ahead with it.
Jan was already wearing the dog collar they had bought at the pet shop. She knew the chain was in the glove compartment. She quivered slightly at the thought of walking into the crowded room on her hands and knees, especially dressed in this short little nothing of a skirt, and with her neck in a dog collar, and with Jim holding onto the chain as though he was taking a pet dog for a stroll.
But her quiver was partly one of excitement, too. She felt her cunt lips loosening slightly, growing wetter and wetter as they drove along.
The dog collar was far too tight around her slim neck. She had complained when Jim forced it tight an extra notch, pulling it so tight for a moment that she actually saw stars.
She was aware of her every swallow.
"Get the cuffs out of the glove compartment. We're almost there," Jim told her.
Jan leaned forward and opened the small compartment. She moved the dog chain aside and pulled out the two pairs of steel handcuffs Jim had bought the day before.
"Put them on."
Jan bent far forward and slipped one cuff around her right ankle, clicking the steel shut around her flesh. She repeated this action with the other cuff around her left ankle.
They were locked on now, until Jim decided to free her. He had the only key in his pocket.
She slipped one steel cuff around her wrist, pushing the frilly material of her tight blouse back up her wrists to bare the warm flesh. The cuff was cold and unyielding. She locked the other cuff around her free wrist, and rested her cuffed hands in her lap.
"We're here," Jim informed her needlessly. He seemed to be talking to her, just to give her commands, or just to be able to speak harshly to her.
Jan nodded, cocking her head toward him as though to tell him she wasn't blind.
Even though she would be, in a moment.
"Put on your mask."
Jan took one final moment to look at the man. She was too far into the game not to back out. She searched his face for some sign that she could trust him fully.
He glanced at her as he swung the car into the covered stalls at the side of the big old house.