CHAPTER 1 - TABLE SERVICE
and I sat at the table, silent and watchful.
We were at the narrow ends, with the length of the table between
us. Our two male companions sat at the
sides enjoying our company; conversing, laughing politely, attending to our
every need. The food was delicious and
varied, expensive and perfectly prepared.
From a distance it would appear to be a normal social occasion. Then you would begin to notice the odd things
that were happening.
courteous attention the men would pick up our fork or spoon, dip it into the
food, and place it carefully in our mouths.
When we glanced down at our champagne glasses, the men raised them
politely to our lips while we sipped.
Debby and I never touched our silverware or napkins.
kept our arms stretched straight out to our sides, our hands always beyond the
corners of the polished wood table, never using them. We couldn’t.
Our wrists were cuffed to the silver chains secured to the strong metal
poles level with our shoulders. The
tension on our wrists was just short of painful, but uncomfortable enough to be
a constant reminder of our predicament.
the table our legs were spread open, our ankles cuffed to the ring bolts in the
floor, positioned wider than the classic design table legs. Our blouses gaped open, delighting the men
dining with us.
was a momentary lull in the conversation.
I looked across the length of the table and spoke softly.
sorry I got you into this, Debby. It
sounded like a fun idea when we were drunk, but now ...”
OK, Traci. Mark and David don’t look
evil, just mysterious and a little bit sinister. Being held captive for a while is kind of
dangerous and exciting.” Her lip trembled as she tried to smile. “I’m scared,
but I’m having fun.”
and David laughed quietly along with her nervous giggle.
right,” David said. He leaned toward me,
lifted my chin slightly with his fingertips and kissed me with a long,
lingering tongue massage inside my mouth.
He sat back in his chair, but his fingertips remained. They traced the curve of the heavy leather
collar locked around my neck, then drifted down to feel an erotic path between
my shivering breasts. His mouth
tightened to an almost cruel seriousness. “You are too trusting, my naive
little captive, and now you are both the helpless prisoners of wicked and cruel
thought I heard more than a hint of taunting in his voice. The safety of their promises was fading, but
I didn’t want to accuse them with only my imagination as evidence. Besides - I tugged at my restraints - it was
too late to say no!
you girls warm enough?” Mark asked.
nodded, her face flushed with champagne and embarrassment.
is the reason Debby and I agreed to be kept bound and defenceless. Debby is so shy and inhibited, but she has a
healthy desperation for sex. Me, too. She never could have an orgasm with the dork
of a boyfriend she clung to back in Iowa.
and I wanted sex with real men who knew how to give a woman orgasm after
orgasm, and this way we don’t have to feel guilty for enjoying it.
here we are, about to get our wish. We
asked for it, and hope we didn’t make a mistake handing our bodies over in
captivity to a couple of strange men we met only a few hours ago.
leaned over toward me. “How about you, Traci? Are you comfortable?” He touched
my shoulder and I felt the tremble in his fingers.
guess I was trembling, too. With only
the light from the two candles on the table, this basement room was as dark and
intimidating as a dungeon. This Friday
evening had started out so ordinary...
tall, good-looking man with dark hair was dragging a willing Debby across the
night club dance floor toward me, a victorious grin on his face.
Debby said, “this is Mark. He and his
friend David want to dance with us. How
about it?” She tossed her gleaming black pageboy hair and the sparkle in her
eyes matched the facets of light reflected from her blue-sequinned cocktail
I replied. Traci and I had both lost our
boyfriends - such as they were - when we moved to Northern Arizona three months
earlier. With the terrible loneliness I
felt, and the wine buzzing in my head, I welcomed the attention.
was waltzing solo behind them, a light-haired, artistic, tall and muscular
type. He was dressed in a rich dark,
claret colour turtleneck and black slacks.
we?” he asked, extending his hand politely.
few dances later we four were sitting together in a dim corner, a lone candle
making our faces appear to float in the darkness. Debby’s raven black hair stroked her neck,
complementing her ruby cupid’s-bow mouth.
My strawberry-blonde pelt nuzzled my shoulders and bare back. I casually brushed it back and licked my lips
was reeling from the masculine scent of cologne and the press of a hard-muscled
male body against mine. There was
something animal, something magnetic, some secret power these men had. Debby and I glowed in the aura of attention
these mature, handsome people showered on us.
were real men! Not like those pimply
pizza boys whose imaginations always pawed at our breasts and lifted our
was dreaming fantasies about David and I...
and I haven’t had dinner yet,” Mark was saying, “How about you ladies joining
us? Are you hungry?”
blushed and nodded, smiling.
reached in front of me and squeezed my hands gently in his. “Mark knows a
fantastic place for us to eat. Nice and
private, and we can be free to enjoy ourselves without worrying about who’s
watching and listening.”
is this place?” I asked.
have another drink before we discuss it,” Mark said with a smile. He and David glanced at each other.
knew that look...
waitress brought an ice bucket with champagne, and the men toasted Debby’s
beauty, then mine. David put his arm
around my shoulders and I snuggled against him.
and I have this place about fifteen miles from here up in the hills - a nice
house - and we have a live-in Italian cook.
She makes everything taste ... well ... you’ll just have to find out for
gee,” Debby said with the slightest of alcoholic slurs, “I’d like that, but ...
I don’t know if we should ...”
Mark said, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I think I know what you’re
saying. What would you say if I told you
there is a way to make it ok - make everything that happens my responsibility -
Dave’s responsibility. Dave and I have
everything arranged for you to enjoy the most wonderful weekend of your
lives. We would have total control over
you; everything you do, and everything you feel. And since you would never have the
opportunity to make a decision or have the freedom to do what you want to, you
would never have to feel guilty or ashamed of what you are doing and feeling.”
and feeling what?” Debby asked.
have another bottle of champagne while I explain my idea,” Mark said.
was crazy! It was wild! But Debby and I agreed. Mark’s voice was so masculine and sexy he
made my belly tighten.
knees were week as we left and walked to their car. David opened the rear door of the Lexus and
Debby got in with Mark. I rode in the
front with David. He shoved a CD into
the player and soft, enticing music lulled us to perfect contentment. The trip through the shimmering suburbs and
out into the wooded hills of Northern Arizona was a magic carpet ride.
we nuts? But they are so handsome and
looked out the side window and saw a star plummet from the velvet sky down into
the hills where we were heading.
wish - I wish - I wish for this to be ok.
It’s got to be ok! I’m so horny
for a man, and so is Debby. We’re going
to enjoy this!
was talking on his car phone. He was
saying something about clothing styles and sizes.
in the dark we could tell this was no mere house. It was more like a mansion. Mark’s Lexus pulled into the driveway cut
through the rock and soil of the hill, and a windowless steel garage door
rolled open. Not up overhead, but
sideways, into the hillside. David drove
the car inside and it rumbled shut behind us before the light came on.
don’t like nosy neighbours,” David said.
neighbours? There wasn’t another house
within three miles! “Hey,” I said, “my seat belt won’t release and my door
turned and smiled at me. “Just a precaution in case you changed your minds and
decided to leave before the fun begins.”
Ting-a-ling-a-ling! The goose bumps alarm was ringing silently in
he’s just kidding: I hope.
reached his left hand under his seat, pressing something. Debby’s and my seat belts popped apart, and
the door locks released. Mark was
already outside, opening the doors. We
stepped out onto the dark blue carpet and I felt the brisk rush of an
the wall to our left was another door, metal and windowless. There was no handle or knob. It was opened from the inside by a short,
Spanish-looking girl of about nineteen; barely older than Debby and me.
had long, shiny black hair falling behind her to her waist and was wearing a
skimpy, backless maid’s uniform of crisp black satin. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, with
only the gauzy white top of her lace-trimmed apron to cover her generous
breasts. The frilly lace trim of her
flared skirt was at least three inches above the tops of her sheer white
stockings. Shiny white satin garters
held them up. Gleaming black stiletto
heels flattered her tiny feet.
in, Senoritas,” she said in a heavy accent.
is Consenta,” David said. “She takes care of the house when we are away.” He
hugged me. “And she takes care of Mark
and me when we are home.”
genuine smile showed two white rows of perfect teeth.
I whispered to Debby, “Introduce me to her orthodontist.”
on our waitressing wages,” Debby whispered back. “I wish I could afford her
cosmetic surgery, just look at her tits!”
went inside, through a foyer into the hallway.
Through one archway I saw a kitchen big enough for the Savoy.
Lucrezia, our Italian cook,” David said. “M-m-m-m, smells like dinner is almost
I freshen up a bit?” Debby asked. “The dancing and champagne have made me ...”
She turned to Consenta, “... do you have a bit of deodorant I might borrow?”
Senoritas, we have thought of that. Both
of you and Masters Mark and David will enjoy a hot shower before dinner.”
of course,” David said. “One bathroom for you, a separate one for Mark and me.”
Senoritas, I will assist you.”
and I waited until the men disappeared around a turn down the hall and we heard
a door open and shut. Then we followed
Consenta around a turn in the other direction.
bathroom was bigger than our apartment, the sunken tub larger than our
smiled at Debby and me looking down into the tub with delight. “Perhaps the
Master will let you have a bath tomorrow, but tonight you use the shower. It’s hot, and there are plenty of white
fluffy towels.” There were three shower
stalls along the wall. “One for you, one for Senorita Debby, and” she grinned
“I already took my shower.” She tugged her skimpy flared skirt out to the sides
and danced a pirouette around us, showing off her perfectly curved legs.
are these?” Debby asked. She touched the
blouses and skirts hanging in an alcove.
Senoritas, they are fresh clean clothes for you. Yours will be sent out to be cleaned in the
morning. Choose what you like. Many colours and sizes are there.”
not many styles,” I said. “Just silk blouses and mini-skirts.”
Debby asked. She held one against her
waist. “More like micro skirts!”
are special made by Master’s instructions.
Very good material and sewing, si?”
material and sewing,” I replied. Well, I
wasn’t surprised, or shocked. Champagne
and hormones are good antidotes for shame.
helped us undress and disappeared with all our clothing. Debby was singing in the shower, and I
accompanied her from mine. She has a
wonderful singing voice, and I envy her.
returned and called us out of the showers.
Her arms were filled with a hill of white towels. She examined our naked bodies with bold, approving
have magnificent bodies, Senoritas. Ah,
you will make Masters Mark and David very happy. That is good.
You will like being kept captive here.”
She giggled and sat down on the vinyl lounge chair.
I said. “Where’s our bras and panties?”
Senorita Traci, it is against the rules!
Masters Mark and David say, `No bra, no panty. and no-o-o-o
pantihose! Just nice skirt and blouse
for Senoritas Traci and Debby.”
had stopped drying and stood like statues, staring at each other.
the hell,” I said after a moment. “They told us what they would do with us if
we came home with them, and we said, `yes’.”
ok, if that’s really the only thing they will do to us,” Debby added.
Consenta said with a bubbly smile, “They do it to me much; and see? I am
happy.” Her white teeth flashed in the
and I each selected a skirt and blouse and started to put them on.
Senoritas, you must pee first, before you get dressed.” She pointed at the
deluxe toilet stool in the corner. Debby
chose a pale blue blouse and a cinnamon skirt.
Debby had a white blouse and yellow skirt. They both reached only a few inches below our
feel a draught,” she said, giggling.
expect that’s not all we’ll feel,” I replied.
escorted us out the door and down the hall to a salon-type room where Mark and
David were waiting. They had dressed in
black evening suits, very handsome and distinguished. Their elegant politeness and smiles relaxed
stepped toward us, two long black cloths in his hands. “Now, Traci, Debby, we
must ask you to understand and trust us for a few minutes. Our dining and ... entertainment rooms are
... uh ... quite private. We like to
keep our entertainment ... well ... private and undisturbed. That’s why we ask our first-time visitors to
wear a blindfold while we take them there.
Are you comfortable with that?”
I asked. “I’m not sure I want to ...”
can always take you home, instead, of course,” Mark said. He had stopped smiling.
made a tiny gasp and turned her moist eyes toward mine. “Home? To what? Hamburgers and TV reruns? Just smell that dinner waiting for us here. Please, Traci, let’s just let them blindfold
us. David said it would only be for a
few minutes.” She wrapped her arms around Mark’s large biceps. She looked into his face, her eyes
glistening. “I want you, Mark, please don’t send us away.”
got brave in a hurry,” I commented. Mark
and David were looking at me impatiently. “Ok, I’m in for the game. Blindfold me.”
could tell by the echoes when we were walking in a hallway; by the feel of the
lush carpet under my high-heels when we went through rooms. Doors opened before us, closed behind
us. And always we heard the dreadful
snick of a lock to drive home the fact that we were no longer free to
leave. I had given up that chance for
both Debby and me.
after dozens of confusing turns and doubling back, a heavy door thudded shut
behind us and we stopped. My blindfold
was pulled off. I breathed a sigh of
relief and thankfulness. My courage had
abandoned me in the darkness of the blindfold, and my vulnerability was
beginning to feed the panic rising in my belly.
and David, Debby and I, were standing in a tiny concrete-walled room at the top
of a long flight of stairs leading down.
There were handrails mounted to the walls on both sides.
removed your blindfolds so these stairs wouldn’t frighten you,” David said.
“Please be careful in your high heels.”
stepped carefully down from step to step as I counted. Twenty-four steps. Hm-m-m, at eight inches per step - damn! We’re sixteen feet down. Must have high ceilings in their basement.
was another one of those featureless steel doors at the bottom. A row of numbered push buttons was mounted
flush in the wall at eye level. Mark
shielded the buttons from our eyes and tapped in a combination. The door slid open sideways into the thick
girls, to our very private world.” Mark and David led us through. It was dim inside, the only light coming from
two candles on the dinner table. The
chairs and table looked elegant and normal.
Crystal and fine china graced the table.
There were four cushioned walnut chairs waiting for us. Everything else was too strange or too
shadowed for us to see clearly.
thick metal poles were sticking up from the floor, positioned about two feet
out from the four corners of the table.
The walls were constructed and decorated to look like the inside of a
appeared with a large tray of food. In
addition to her skimpy maid’s uniform, she was now wearing a feathered black
mask and a wide black leather collar. A
shiny metal ring hung from the front. It
flashed and glittered in the candle light.
she said with pride. She showed us the
leather cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles, also with gold-plated rings.
are lined with real mink fur. Master
Mark says he paid five hundred dollars for them!” Her smile was as prominent as her
breasts. Her long, shapely legs
scissored provocatively as she moved around the table, positioning our napkins
and serving the first course.
smiled and spoke a few words to her in Spanish.
She kissed him lightly, then took Mark and David’s jackets and hung them
along the wall near the door.
turned and smiled at us. “Please, girls, you may remove your shoes here. Your feet will feel more comfortable.”
glanced at him and Mark, but their faces were masks of sincerity. Debby and I slipped out of our high-heels and
felt the warmth in the heated concrete floor.
politely led Debby over to the table.
She hesitated, looking wide-eyed at the locking leather cuffs connected
to the chains dangling from the thick poles.
will be all right,” Mark whispered in her ear.
He took her gently into his arms and kissed her tenderly.
won’t hurt me, will you?”
be good, very good, when we play our games with your body.”
Debby sighed and sat down slowly. She
bent her head forward and closed her eyes as he took her hand and pulled it
over to the pole. I looked away as the
dark band of stiff leather closed like a hungry mouth around her wrist.
David put his arm around my slim waist and led me to the table. I sat down across from Debby without a word,
watching silently while David gripped my hand firmly and pulled my arm straight
out from my side. The spacing poles must
have been custom designed for girls our size, as Debby and I could almost touch
them with our fingertips. The sensual
feel of sheared mink gripped tight around my wrist as the metal of the cuff
lock snickered shut.
turning back ...
moved behind me to the other pole and pulled my other arm out straight. The tight leather cuff trapped my other wrist
in its unrelenting grip. David pressed a
button in the pole and the chains tightened with a clicking noise, stretching
my arms straight and taut. Debby’s arms
were stretched tight, too.
was David’s helpless captive; Debby was Mark’s.
Oh, please don’t let them be axe murderers.
predatory eyes glanced at my defenceless breasts, pressing firmly outward
against the silky fabric of my blouse.
My tingling nipples responded to being the feminine prey of his musky
sexual interest. They swelled, poking
forward, straining to impress their obvious shape into the silk of my blouse.
was looking at them. Now sure as hell he
knows I’m sexually excited by being in bondage.
Am I having fun? My nipples say,
got down on his knees beside me as Mark did the same beside Debby. I felt his strong grip pulling my ankle. Debby was biting her lip, probably feeling
Mark grip her ankle, too. I looked down
and watched David spread my leg out to the side and lock the floor-bolted chained
cuff around it. Then he crawled around
behind me to spread my other leg and imprison my ankle on the other side. I was starting to feel quite warm, and my
pleated micro skirt flared open. I could
feel the cool air caressing my exposed slit.
he see my pussy? Not yet, I guess.
finished spreading and cuffing Debby’s legs.
Then they picked up the wide black leather collars lying on our plates
and carefully closed them around Debby’s neck and mine. My blood was pounding through my veins as I
heard the steel jaws of the locks clack shut.
I felt the strange sensation of the tight, perfect fit of the collar’s
grip around my throat.
men stood back and gazed happily at us; their silent mouths open and
motionless. Their deeper and faster breathing
sent disturbing chills of suspicion down my spine and into my belly.