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Look at my little bondage slave. Sean sipped his coffee on the deck and watched Alanis and her friends do another photo shoot.
Alanis had her face contorted up in a fierce roar and her red hair teased out into a massive main.
She was clad in a leopard print thong bikini and her oiled, muscular frame glistened in the blistering sun, especially her breasts, which seemed to hypnotize him with each movement.
A collar was wrapped around her and her friend Disha, the incredibly fit Indian girl, held a leash hooked to collar.
Disha was dressed in a camouflage one-piece thong bodysuit and the other girl, Hena, was dressed in an identical outfit.
A photographer was squatting down in front of the girls, snapping photos, but between the “click” of the camera, Sean would notice Disha’s eyes straying over to him.
It had been like that for the past few weeks, the fit girl giving him suspicious looks while they did their photo shoots in the yard.
The only words she had ever said to him were “thank you” when he first offered them use of his yard.
The other one, Hena, had been much friendlier at least.
Maybe I can convince Alanis to let me tie them up too. He thought, trying not to smile as he sipped more coffee.
Alanis had come over every night, and then would spend hours tied and gagged in his basement while he took photos and videos of her struggling, squirming, and moaning.
Once he was done, he would make her strip and then walk home naked.
He had second guessed himself after the first time he had made her walk home naked, and spent hours wondering if she had gotten caught, or had told someone about him, but then she returned the next day, and again, and again.
Sean thought quite a bit about that first time he tied her up.
It was as if something came over him, a side he had kept locked away all of his life.
The rush he felt was unlike any high he had ever experienced.
Somehow, tying and gagging her wasn’t enough, he wanted to humiliate her mentally and physically, break her down, and that’s when he had the idea to make her walk home naked.
It was getting harder to let her go every night though, and more and more he felt the urge to keep her tied and gagged over night, or maybe for a few days, but there was the matter of Yeona for one, and Alanis’s boyfriend and her friends…
Suddenly he had the mental picture of her friends bound and gagged alongside her, of Disha’s fit body writhing under ropes while Hena moaned through a thick gag…
Sean felt himself getting aroused and tried to shake the thought from his head.
Not in front of her friends.
Try as he may though, he couldn’t shake that image from his head, but Sean knew that there would be no way to hide one bound and gagged woman in his basement, let alone three.
So he passed the rest of the time watching the shoot before the photographer packed everything up, and Disha and Hena headed inside to change out of their costumes.
Alanis went to follow, but caught him watching and waited.
A few moments later, the other two girls emerged from the house, clad in jeans and t-shirts.
“Alanis, you’re still in costume?” Disha asked, looking at her and then Sean.
“Yeah, I want to take some photos alone, you guys can head out.” She answered.
“But…” Disha responded, then looked at Sean. “Sure, text us later.”
“Of course.” Alanis smiled and nodded.
Once he heard the other two girls get into their car and drive off, Sean opened the door to the house and ushered Alanis inside and then to the garage.
“I didn’t like the way you were looking at my friends today.” She grumbled at him as he retrieved a set of manacles from a box.
He pulled her wrists behind her back and secured them together with the manacles.
“They would make excellent captives alongside you.” He patted her thonged buttocks.
“That’s not the deal-um-mph!” She was cut off by him pulling a black bit-gag between her lips and securing it at the back of her neck.
“Uggggh ggrrrmmph!” She kicked at him, but he stepped away and wagged a finger at her.
“Now, you behave.” He cautioned, and took out his phone.
“Mmmmmggg mmmph!” She bit into her gag and glared at him as he snapped a photo.
“Excellent, now turn around.”
“Ggrrmm…” She growled and turned around.
Sean could feel himself getting more aroused with every photo he took, the way that thong disappeared into her ass and her giant breasts heaving under the matching top…
Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore, placed his phone back into his pocket, rushed forward, and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Urgggh!” She grumbled as he pulled her onto him, feeling her ass cheeks press against his pants.
His hands grasped her breasts…
“Nnnnmmo! Sttthp! Gggghh hhfff!” She pushed back against him.
Then there was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Both froze, Sean’s heart thundering in his chest. Could it be Yeona? She never used the garage.
“Hhhhllp! Hhfff!” Alanis cried, causing Sean to clamp a hand over her already gagged mouth.
“Hfffff! Hhffff mmhh!” She cried, kicking as he dragged her over to a mattress he had set up in the corner of the garage just for her.
Upstairs, he heard the door open.
“Sean?” Yeona called.
Shit, I thought she said she was going to be at the beach all day! Sean cursed as he struggled to keep the kicking and writhing Alanis in his grasp.
“Hfffffph! Urrgggh!” Alanis continued to try and pull out of his grasp.
Sean pulled Alanis onto the mattress, grabbed a roll of duct tape from a box next to it, and wrapped a layer over her mouth.
“Hrrgggg! Hmmmp!” She cried as he taped her already gagged mouth, and then down, wrapped layer after layer of tape around her chest, abdomen, and waist.
“Hffffpp… mmmmpp!” Alanis moaned as he mummified her in duct tape, hoping that the constrictive substance would limit her movement as well.
“Hmmm… gggmm…” She moaned as he taped her.
Once he had Alanis encased from the neck down in duct tape, he dropped the roll and stood up, watching as the mummified girl squirmed on the mattress.
“Hfff hmmph! Mmmph!” She cried, straining to break the cocoon of silver tape that held her.
“You just stay there, I’ll be down to let you out soon enough.” He gasped and hurried towards the door.
“Hmmph! Mmmph!” She kicked at him, but he was already across the garage and to the door leading into the basement.
He stepped into the basement, taking care to lock the door behind him, and headed upstairs.
Yeona was waiting in the kitchen, and his jaw dropped at the sight of her.
She had her dark hair up in a messy bun, and was in her familiar black thong string bikini.
She also had two other women with her, the first one looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s, with a deep tan, brown hair that was quickly turning blond from the sun, and perky, full breasts that heaved in the red, one-piece bathing suit she wore.
The other seemed to be in her late thirties or early forties, hard to tell, but was nonetheless attractive, with deep red lips, large brown eyes, brown skin, and massive, natural breasts.
Like her friend, she wore a one piece swimsuit, but this was fluorescent yellow.
“Sean, where were you?” Yeona glared at him.
“Sorry, I was…” He struggled to catch his breath. “Outside.”
“I can tell.” She sighed, noticing the sheen of sweat on his brow.
“Yeah, trying to deal with that jungle of vines in the yard.” He said between breaths.
“Is that all?” Yeona crossed her arms.
It was in that moment that Sean realized his erection was pressing against his shorts, and he quickly pressed his hands over it.
“Whatever,” Yeona sighed. “My friends and I are hungry, could you prepare us something?”
Sean opened his mouth to protest, but saw the way all three women were glaring at him, and thought better of it.
“Sure…” He shambled over to the fridge.
“Do you need a minute to take care of that first?” The one in the yellow swimsuit chuckled, followed by the others.
Sean didn’t say anything as he pulled some frozen hamburgers from the freezer, but he could feel the anger welling up inside of him. Yeona disappears all day, then just comes home, lets her friend insult him, and then demands food?
He turned to say something, but saw the two new comers were sitting at the stools of the kitchen island, their backs to him, the way their backsides protruded over the edge of the stools, and the fact that their one pieces were thongs…
Yeona grabbed them drinks from the fridge and flashed him a warning stare, which made him turn away. Instead he went over to the stove, placed a skillet down, and lit a burner.
“So, who are your friends?” He asked, trying to play it casual.
“These are Sierra and Ange, both visiting from out of town.” Yeona answered.
He turned to address them when suddenly a loud “bang” came from the basement. All three women looked towards the sound of the noise, and Sean went white.
“What was that?” The girl in the black one piece, Sierra, asked.
“I think I put some tools on a shelf rather precariously, they probably fell.” Sean shrugged.
“Were you in a hurry to get somewhere.” Sierra giggled at looked at his crotch, but his erection had all but receded.
Sean opened his mouth to respond, but then heard another sound from the basement,
A knocking…
She’s kicking on the door!
“Why don’t we go outside, hang by the pool, we can use the grill?” Sean smiled at the three women.
“Oh I think I’ve had a lot of sun, this air conditioning feels so nice.” Ange fanned herself.
“Maybe after burgers.” Sierra answered.
More knocking, and the women tilted their heads, trying to figure out the source of the noise.
“How about some music?” Sean took out his phone.
“What’s that noise?” Yeona asked.
“Oh it’s just the ducts, they’ve been rattling.” Sean shrugged, opened his music app, and started some tunes.
All three of the women flashed each other annoyed looks.
“I’m not with him for his taste in music.” Yeona sighed, prompting laughter from the two other girls.
Sean flashed with anger and turned back to the burner, tossing one of the frozen burgers on it, but still, could hear the knocking from the basement.
“Aren’t you going to defrost that first?” Sierra asked.
“Evidently you don’t date him for his cooking either.” Ange sighed.
“You know...” Sean turned around, glaring at all three of them.
“Yes?” Yeona crossed her arms.
Sean gritted his teeth. He didn’t have to take this level of disrespect in his own home, and had been putting up with it for far too long, not just from Yeona, but from Tanya, and every other woman…
Then he heard another noise, one that made his throat constrict and his testicles retract up into his body.
The garage door starting to open. He heard the mechanical hum, and then the chain rumbling through the floor. His palms grew clammy as Yeona looked to the floor in confusion.
“What is…” She began, but Sean was already moving towards the basement.
“I’ll check it out.” He closed the door behind him, rushed down the stairs two at a time, and bolted across the basement to the garage.
When he stepped into the garage, the door was halfway open, and Alanis was pressed against the wall near the control, having used her head to press it.
“Mmmph!” She cried when he burst in.
Sean grabbed her, wrapped his arms around her cocooned body, and dragged her back over to the cot.
“Mmnp! Nnnmmo! Nnnnoo nnooo nnhhh!” She kicked and fought against him, but he dropped her onto the cot, rushed over to the control, and pressed it again.
The door was almost completely open, but then stopped, shuddered, and then began lowering itself. Once the door was completely down, Sean turned and glared at his captive.
“Hmmph…” She retracted onto the cot.
“That wasn’t very nice.” He glared at her.
“Hmmpmm mmmph!” She moaned through the bit gag and layers of tape.
“Just for that, I think I’m gonna keep you all night.” He chided her.
“Hmmph! Nnhhoo!” She protested.
“Oh yes, and to make sure you don’t misbehave some more…” He walked over to a tool chest and retrieved some ratchet straps as well as more duct tape, and stormed over to her.
He worked quickly, using the ratchet straps to secure her to the cot, making them tight enough so that she couldn’t move, but not enough to be painful, and then wrapping more tape around the cot and her to keep her extra secure.
“There,” He stood up and smiled. “That should keep you nice and comfortable.”
“Hrrggg… mm…” She struggled to verbalize. He had pulled a ratchet strap across her mouth, and then one across her forehead, keeping her pressed flat against the cot.
She wriggled and squirmed as best she could, but the ratchets and tape held her firm.
“Hmm bbb… bbbmm… mmm…” She cried, twisting and writhing under her bonds.
“Now I’ll be back to check on you later, just sit tight.” Sean gave her one final glance before pulling the wire out of the control to the garage door, and then stepped into the basement and locked the door behind him.
There… He exhaled as he made his way up the stairs. Even if by some miracle she did get out of the straps, there was no way she could get out of the garage in that cocoon of hers.
When he stepped back into the kitchen, all three women were waiting, Yeona with her arms crossed.
“Well?” She sighed.
“The door controls seemed to have malfunctioned, I’ll have to call someone to look at it.” Sean explained.
“Good, now you can get back to the burgers.”
“Yeah I’m starving.” Sierra whined.
Sean turned to the stove, then stopped, turning to glare at all three women.
“You know what, make your own burgers.” He grumbled, and made his way towards the stairs.
“What?” Yeona followed after.
“You heard me.” He climbed the stairs.
“Oh my god… you know what…” Yeona huffed and stormed away.
Sean retreated into his office and closed the door behind him, then sat at his computer and pulled up the streaming site.
Nika and Chastity were already well into it, with the blond woman manacled, gagged with a muzzle, and topless.
Behind her, Nika stroked the bound woman’s breasts with one hand while the other drifted down towards Nika’s thong panties. His erection came roaring back.
“If you want to see more, you guys know what to do…” Nika looked at the camera and smiled.
The chat bar lit up with tips.
“Oh come on, is that all you guys have.” She taunted and giggled.
Downstairs, Sean heard the girls giggling and he felt his blood boil. This was his house, he let them in, and this was the respect they showed him?
Yeona, her and her friends were always laughing, wanting more and more from him.
Then he looked at Nika, oiling Chastity’s bare breasts.
“Come on guys, I know you want to see more.” She smiled at the camera.
Nika and Chastity were like all of the women in his life, never happy with what they had, never appreciative, always asking for more.
Then an idea sprang to mind…