PART ONE
I was on my lunch break at the restaurant where I work when my phone beeped with a message. It was Claire, my close friend and one time nemesis! Looking it over, I read “Hiya Sweetie! BIG fav to ask you!! Your day off tomorrow right? Any chance you could help me out tomorrow night? PLEASE say yes!! If you're gonna be free want to come over tonight I’ll fill you in on the details? We can have a sleepover!” Hmm interesting. “Sure babes :) I get off at nine. I'll come on over!” Having sent my reply, I got back to serious business - finishing my sandwich!
Later that night I messaged her again as I clocked out. Her reply was instant, “We are waiting outside for you sweetie!”
I frowned. “Who’s we?” I thought. Stepping out I saw she was in a car with her boyfriend Collin. Happy I didn’t have to walk after a long day, I got in and said, “thanks for picking me up guys!”
Collin smiled at me from the rear view mirror, while Claire turned in the front passenger seat to face me. “Marie, we really appreciate you helping us out on this! It's a big deal for us and I just know you're gonna have fun too! You’ll love it!” So saying she sat back in her seat as Collin pulled out into traffic. I might have wondered at this point what was going on, but honestly I was too tired to care. My feet were sore and I needed to sleep!
Arriving at a rather large mansion in the better part of town, I looked at Claire, puzzled. This wasn’t her place?! She looked back over her shoulder at me and beamed. “Wait until you see inside Collin’s house sweetie! It's huge and the bathtub is to die for. It's got a jacuzzi and everything.”
Leaving the car and walking to the front door, I had to agree with her. It was certainly a big old house. Entering a big hallway, Collin took my coat and I followed Claire through into an extremely large sitting room. An entire wall was made up of a 7 seat couch, while two leather arm chairs were set facing an enormous flat screen tv mounted on one wall. Glancing around the room, I saw expensive looking pictures on walls, shelves full of ornaments and no less than THREE giant bookcases rammed with books.
“Have a seat, Marie.” Collin startled me as he walked in just behind me and spinning on my foot I got my first chance to take a proper look at him.
Taller than me, he was at least six foot two and had broad muscular shoulders. Dark haired and reasonably good looking with that cute smile he was giving me. Then I noticed his eyes. Smiling at me as they were, there was more than that there. Intelligence mixed with darkness I thought as he gazed into my eyes and made his own assessment of what he found there. I was struck by the similarity of that measuring gaze… where had I? Hanna. “It's like looking at a male Hanna,” I thought, then the moment passed.
I looked around as Claire sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. “Right here sweetie,” she beamed at me.
As I sat down gratefully, Collin called, “want a drink?” He disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen. He came back holding a bottle of Prosecco and two glasses. Opening it up, he poured the wine and handed them to Claire and me.
Looking at her, she seemed nervous and as I opened my mouth to ask what was going on she blurted out “What are you wearing? Is that really your work uniform? How much makeup?”
I sighed to myself and began to reluctantly explain. “A new owner bought the restaurant three months ago. She used to be an air stewardess, who rose quite high up in the management of the airline and then retired totally loaded. Since she bought the place she's been implementing a bunch of weird ass rules. I think she thinks she's running a cabin crew!” Looking at the raised eyebrows I continued on, “She started by raising our wages from 10 an hour to 14 right? But that extra four is only if we play ball and she FINES us if we mess up. I lose an hour of bonus rate if I’m late at all. So I have to be on the floor ready to work at 9am this Saturday or I get docked.” Looking at Collin I saw him frown thoughtfully at this information. “He has noted I need to be at work with time to spare Saturday morning,” I thought to myself.
“Gillian, the new owner,” I continued on, “insists that we SMILE. Literally. All day while on the floor. She said she doesn’t care if our boyfriends just dumped us or our goldfish just died, that's not our customer's problem and if we make it theirs guess what? Hours bonus pay. Do you have any idea how hard it is to smile for ten hours straight? My face ached for weeks.”
Claire patted my hand “and the uniform huh?” she asked.
I saw them both looking me over: seeing the white blouse I wore that was fitted and didn’t hide my curves. Trimmed with yellow stitching, its sleeves ended with buttoned cuffs halfway down my forearms, which I have to admit is practical while cleaning tables. Across my left breast “Marie” was stitched in yellow thread. No chance of losing a name badge! I was wearing a tight yellow knee high pencil skirt, with white tights and yellow three inch heeled shoes. The yellow tie around my neck was held in place with a gold tie pin. My hair was scraped tightly up into a sock bun on the top of my head, wrapped with a bright yellow scrunchie. Then of course was the heavy makeup…
“I don’t mind the makeup so much, I got used to it after a while. Gillian insists we touch it up throughout the day to keep it perfect, but she provides the makeup and it's not cheap muck either! She's spending a fair bit of money buying us the good stuff. Some of the girls left because of the heels though! Imagine making a waitress work a whole shift in high heels?! She says she did it on the airlines on 14 hour flights and that means so can we. Honestly I’m used to wearing heels all the time anyway? It gets a bit much sometimes but I can manage. This uniform is ugly for sure though, but the worst bit is the hair!”
I took a big gulp of wine as Claire nodded at me, but I could see Collin’s quizzical look. Of course. He's a boy he wouldn’t know. “I’ve got waist length hair”, I said looking at him. “It's heavy and tightly rolled all up on one point around a hair doughnut like this, it pulls on my scalp and gives me a headache. I have to use a ton of product on it to keep it up all day and as you can see,'' I turned my head to the side and around so he could see the pins pushed into my hair on the back and sides of my head, “it takes a lot of bobby pins to keep it immaculate all day, which my tyrant boss insists on. All adding to the stress of it.”
I looked back at Claire as she asked “Well sweetie why don’t you quit? There has to be dozens of waitress jobs around?”
I just shrugged at her. “Money,” I admitted. “Believe it or not there's a method to Gillian's madness. Trade is up, tips are up and now I stopped being fined three times a day for forgetting to smile or being late…” I shrugged and sighed. “I am making a hundred and fifty percent at least of what I was making six months ago and way more than I could make elsewhere. So I am officially stuck,” I concluded glumly.
Claire smirked back at me, “Admit it, you love it sweetie. Has she called you a good girl yet?” They couldn’t see my blush under my make up, but clearly they read my reaction as Collin grinned and Claire laughed. “You're SUCH a good little sub sweetie,” she giggled at me.
“Anyway guys, enough about me! What do you need help with tomorrow?” I announced, really wanting to change the subject! Looking between Collin and Claire, I heard Claire clear her throat as she sobered and gazed at me nervously. I wondered why she was worried? It's not like I judge? Worst that happens is I say no right? “Sweetie…Marie I lost a bet with Collin. Well more of a forfeit really and erm.. Well I agreed to help him out with something. I need your help, you are like literally the only person I know who could do this, so erm…” Claire broke off looking at Collin, who snorted and laughed.
Collin had pulled a wooden chair across the room while we had been talking and now he sat down on it facing me. “Marie, I won't beat around the bush. Claire has told me about the fun little games you like to play with each other. I understand I have you to thank for introducing her to bondage.” He winked at Claire who turned bright red and looked at the floor. I started laughing to myself in my head as he continued on. “Tomorrow night my friends will be arriving here for the grand finale of a long D and D campaign that I have been DMing for over a year and Claire has agreed to help out, haven't you babe? And to recruit you to help too!”
“Ok” I nodded. “I have heard of this roleplay stuff. So you want me to help out? Should I be a wizard or a…”
Claire interrupted me, “No Sweetie. We want you to be the Elven Princess!” Looking at my raised eyebrows she looked at Collin again.
“Marie, tomorrow night,” he announced in a deep voice, “The Archdevil Megadomph will attempt to enter the mortal realms! His army of followers, led by the Dreadlord Zack, have kidnapped the only daughter of the elvish king and intend to sacrifice her on the altar of doom, thus opening a portal to the fourth plane of hell! All that stands between the destruction of the world are a small band of brave adventurers. Will they succeed in crossing the plains of bones? Can they fight through the army of darkness? Can they face and overcome the Mighty Dreadlord? The fate of us all rests on their success! Pray. PRAY they succeed!”
I blinked as he stopped talking and turning to Claire. I opened my mouth to speak at the same time she did. “NERD!” we said it together, then collapsed laughing holding each other and I felt a tear roll up in the back of my eye. “Ah,” I caught my breath and turned back smiling to Collin.
He was just grinning at us both. “Ok here's where you come in, Marie,” he said. “I think saving the world deserves a reward, yes? And the princess should be grateful, VERY grateful to her rescuers. Plus if I’m being honest half my friends are still virgins and I want to make this really memorable. Especially for Stefan.”
He looked over at Claire who interjected, “Stefan’s his younger brother. You’ll like him! He is tall too. Not bad looking. He’s just kinda shy you know? Never had a girlfriend, can’t even go up to a girl to talk to her. He graduated college last month and enlisted with the Airforce. Anyway we can’t send him away to fight as a virgin now can we?”
I frowned at them. “You want me to sleep with your brother?” I asked.
“Nope sweetie.” Claire looked at me worriedly trying to gauge my reaction. “We want you to sleep with all of them. Well except Collin of course. He’s mine.”
Her hard stare got my back up right there. “Hey you don’t need to warn me off Claire,'' I snapped at her angrily. “I don’t sleep with my friends' boyfriends, you know that! I don’t even sleep with their exes! No matter how cute they are!” I side-eyed Collin as I glared at her, until I heard him laugh.
“Your objection is Claire getting territorial?” He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then winked at me. “I’ll run the scene and make sure you are ok. Blink twice for yes and three times for no when I check in on you ok? You need to stop? Open and close your eyes rapidly and keep blinking at me when I check in. Got it?”
I nodded mutely at him, wait, had I just agreed to…? “Why isn’t Claire the princess?” I asked lamely.
Collin raised one finger, “I don’t share her either, at least with the boys,” he winked at me raising another finger, “and two, she has another job to do.”
I looked over at her and she looked at her feet. “Well?” I asked.
Her eyes shot back up to me and blushing again she snapped, “I’m the tavern wench!”
I couldn’t help it, I just started laughing again. Claire glared at me as tears started rolling down my cheeks and giggling helplessly. I took another long drink of my Prosecco. “Is that a yes then? Collin asked, grinning at me again with that oh so devilish smile of his. I was still giggling too hard to talk so I just nodded. I had no idea what I was letting myself in for, but it was gonna be fun finding out.
Claire stood up then and grabbed my hand. She was still blushing as she snapped at me, “come on let's get you ready.”
“What do you mean?” I asked her, puzzled.
“To do your hair takes about fifteen hours,” she replied. I stood up wondering what on earth she planned to do to me.
“Goodnight Marie!” Collin called after me as Claire led me upstairs.
I had a thousand questions as she led me into a bathroom, but all I could do was whistle appreciatively at it. “You were right, this is impressive!” I told her. That seemed to mollify her somewhat as she started helping me get undressed. As I stripped, she took off my shoes for me, then started removing the pins from my hair. “Don’t lose those will you? I’ll need them for work on Saturday.” Claire just snorted at me and made a point of putting them together in a bowl by the sink along with the hair doughnut, hair bands and scrunchie.
Leaning over the bath by Claire, I waited patiently as she took a shower hose and washed my hair. She was strangely gentle with it, running her hands through it, feeling it and smelling it. I started to wonder if she was getting off on this? Shampooing first to remove the product in my hair, she started with a pink hair dye. I was somewhat alarmed by the dye, but I stayed silent as she dyed my eyebrows as well. As we waited the forty minutes before she rinsed it clear, Claire gave me a backrub. Crouched over the bath as I was, I could feel the tension easing as she cooed at me “Sweetie you must be exhausted. Don’t worry, you can sleep soon.” Finally, looking at her watch, she rinsed the dye from my hair and gently towel dried my hair. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it sweetie?” she asked. Leading me by the hand she led me through the hallway to a bedroom.
It was a big room, with a large king size bed and a long dressing table with a huge mirror and a chair. Huge double windows took up one wall and I saw past the net curtains, a balcony with a chair. Eyes moving around the room, I noted the large wardrobes and an open door to an ensuite bathroom. Turning wide eyed to Claire I saw her look of pride.
“Do you like it, sweetie? This is just one of four spares.” She smirked at me, before adding “this could be your room if you wanted. If you played your cards right. It's bigger than that room you rent in that little shared house.” She moved me round to the chair before the dressing table. “Collin has asked me to move in with him," she announced proudly, her eyes shining with delight as we stared at each other's reflections in the mirror. A firm push from her hands on my shoulders plomped me onto the chair. “Something to think about sweetie after you enjoy tomorrow.”
So saying, she took a brush and with a far away look in her eye started to brush my hair. I hate others doing my hair, I always have. My aunts used to punish me as a child by taking out my braids, brushing and pulling my hair fiercely until I cried. Threatening to cut it short like a boy if I misbehaved. I was tired though and didn’t want to argue with her. Seemed easier to just let her do what she obviously had planned for me.
“Elf princess huh?” I asked.
She smiled dreamily at me and started pulling out strips of a cut up bed sheet. “Princess Marie!” she replied, spraying my hair with a holding lotion. It took her over an hour to section out small pieces of my hair and wrap it EXTREMELY tightly around a piece of that cotton cloth, before wrapping the cloth up and around the bound hair. Taking the hair she then tied it tightly in a knot on my head.
She repeated this fifty to sixty times (I honestly lost count), but well before she was finished I was already complaining at the tightness. “It is pulling Claire… This hurts Claire… I have a headache! You know I have a headache… Claire, I just want to go to sleep. Can’t we do this tomorrow Claire?” Somewhere along the way, she wordlessly and without changing that dreamy expression on her face opened a drawer in the dresser. I didn’t see what she took out, so I didn't resist as she rested her hands on both my upper arms, then slid them down to my wrists gently pulling them behind my back. The click of the handcuffs made me react though. “Claire, what the..mpphhh!”
The metal ring of a spider gag was pushed between my teeth. The buckle around the back of my head had a small padlock placed in it, before Claire tightened an under chin strap to its buckle on my right cheek. As the padlock to the understrap was clicked into place she smiled dreamily at me, seemingly in her trance state. “Thats better,” she murmured, before continuing tying my hair
I was crying softly to myself as she neared the end of it, gazing at her reflection. Claire seemed lost in her own happy little world and I had to wonder what kind of weird fucked up kink this was? Each hair section had been pulled so tightly I could feel my scalp ache from it and as she finished up I watched her reach a hand to my face and gently brush away a tear. “Oh sweetie it has to be this tight, or they will fall out as you sleep” she murmured. “They have to be left in fifteen hours to really hold, so I’ll come back for you then alright? You said you were tired, you could use the rest.”
Claire led me over to the bed before frowning. “Sweetie, it's past midnight so I will leave you until four in the afternoon ok? Now we don’t want you fiddling with my hard work, so you will have to stay tied up I’m afraid. Hmmm, but what if you need to use the bathroom? I’d better diaper you just in case. Don’t want you wetting the bed now do we?”
I umphhed at her as she pulled open a drawer and pulled out a diaper and then her eyes lit up as she spotted something else. “Sweetie, look!” she exclaimed, holding up to me a clam vibrator. “I thought I’d lost this! It's perfect for you, you will want to be nice and wet and horny tomorrow for the boys.'
I shook my head frantically at her as she pushed me down onto the bed. I tried to struggle, but she sat on top of me and restrained as I was. I had no chance. Soon the vibrator was pressed tightly on a low setting against my clit as the diaper was strapped tightly around my waist. I was crying in earnest now as she laid me on one side of the bed then flicked the end of the duvet cover over me. She grunted a little as she pushed me over on my side, rolling me up in the duvet cover into a cocooned tube. Back over to her drawer she went and returned with 3 belts that she wrapped around my shoulders, waist and knees. Buckling them tightly, she left me trapped, unable to do anything more than flex my knees and wiggle ineffectually. The humiliation of being diapered blended with the fear of the edging I was about to endure.
“Alright then, goodnight sweetie, sleep tight! Thanks again for doing this!” She smiled down at me as I begged her with my eyes. I curled up as best I could on that giant bed as I watched her walk out of the door, turning off the lights before she shut it. “Oh God no” I thought to myself. My pussy was soaking and my clit was throbbing. I was so turned on right now it was crazy, even as my headache grew and my scalp seemed to be on fire from whatever Claire had done to me. Rolling over on my back I screamed through the spider gag as I flexed my hips, desperately trying to dislodge that devilish vibrator away from my clit before It went too far. Failing in that, I could only curse that evil witch for doing this to me as my desire flooded over me. I felt my wetness running into my diaper (damn her to hell for that!) as my pussy simmered and I lost the ability to think through my own intense horny need to cum. “Sleep tight? I’m not gonna sleep a wink and she knew it! Damn it Claire! You said you’d forgive me! You’d said you did!” This was going to be a long long night…
PART TWO
On and on it went, the desire coursing through me. My clitoris was hard as a pebble and ached under the torment of the vibrator. The heat in my frustrated pussy was matched by my face as I wept in earnest, my tears cutting through the makeup that the little witch hadn’t bothered removing. I knew I’d look a mess in the morning, but my tears didn’t stop as my torture went on and on and on. I felt myself drifting inside my head, my awareness of time disappearing as all I could focus on was the now, the present, this intense unfulfilled need to cum. Begging incoherently through the gag to cum, I laid back in exhaustion from my writhing struggles and eventually cried myself to sleep.
It was daylight when I woke, momentarily confused by where I was and why I couldn’t move. Remembering came quickly though as I tried to stretch out. My wrists ached where I had lain on the handcuffs and my face crawled with the sticky feeling of having slept in my makeup. The clam vibrator had thankfully run out its batteries, but I was still horny and my pussy ached with need. Rolling onto my side I felt the tension in my scalp from my hair, still pulled tightly in its rolls and my full bladder demanded release. I lay there quietly suffering waiting for Claire, wondering what the time was. I could feel my dried tears on my ruined makeup, itching and adding to my distress as I fought not to pee myself. Finally though, as the time dragged on, I surrendered to the humiliation and obeyed my body's urgent command. I sobbed to myself as I filled my diaper, swearing revenge on Claire for this. “Oh it is ON!” The thought had a clarity to it that raised my spirits even as my helpless situation made my clitoris hard and I heard my own whimper through the spider gag as last night's simmering began again.
Finally the door to the bedroom opened and Claire walked in. I gave her a hate filled glare as she called out “Morning sweetie are you awake?” She walked over to the bed and we both gazed at one another in surprise at our appearances. I was shocked to see how she was dressed: a tavern wench indeed! Her blond hair was in braided pigtails descending from behind each ear and over each shoulder to hang on the side of each of her breasts. Her low cut white blouse had short frilly sleeves at the top of her upper arms and showed off her cleavage. Around her waist a green corset seemed to have been very tightly fastened, resembling more of a wide belt, yet I could see from how she breathed it must have been very constricting. Her bosom heaved like a bad romance novel! Her breasts were fighting not to pop from that blouse of hers and I could only imagine her embarrassment at having to serve drinks to a group of boys like that all night! I briefly took in more details, the green ankle length skirt, the green ribbons tied in a cute bow that fastened each of her braids, her green lipstick and the green glittering eyeshadow that filled her entire eye sockets.
That was all I had time to register though as she pulled me to a sitting position and stroked my face. “Oh sweetie! You're crying? What's wrong?” she asked, her concern in her voice as she hugged me.
“Mppghh!” I replied, my attempt at, “Have a wild guess?”
She ignored that though, releasing the belts binding me and pulling me out of the duvet. “Oh you filled your diaper? Good girl. See you did need it didn’t you? Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” Claire seemed oblivious to my daggered glares as she tugged me by a handcuffed arm to the ensuite bathroom.
She ran a bath consisting of less than a foot of warm water that she sat me in after removing my diaper. Washing me down with a cloth, she made a point not to wet my bound hair, but otherwise cleaned me up and removed my old makeup. “Well I’m sure you had a better night then I did sweetie.”
Claire's breezy conversation was not welcome as I thought to myself, “I doubt it.”
She continued on, “Sir wanted me hot and bothered for today…”
“Sir?” I thought to myself as she giggled.
“It was frustrating to say the least, Marie! I was all tied up and edged to tears. I have a promise though, that if I’m a good girl? I’m going to have the best orgasm of my life. I’m going to be a good girl for Sir. Oh yes!” I wondered to myself what she was babbling about as I felt the cloth move between my legs rubbing on my pussy and I heard myself moan.
“You're going to be a good girl too aren’t you Marie?” The sudden change of tone as she hissed in my ear widened my eyes as she rubbed my groin. “You’d better not ruin this for me sweetie,” the menace in her voice sent a shiver through me as she pushed the cloth onto my clit and began to rub it with her thumb. I felt my body responding, as her thumbs circular motions made it hard and woke up the smoldering fire in my pussy. I moaned from the rough pleasure of it as she grabbed the back of my neck and stared into my pleading eyes. I saw her smile, “You didn’t manage to cum either then?” there was a cruelty in her voice and eyes I noticed. Very different to Hanna. For Hanna pain was just a means to an end, a way to discipline and to force submission. For Claire? My suffering seemed to make her happy, exciting her. As her thumb continued to work my clit bringing me closer to my orgasm I watched with dismay the smile growing on her face, knowing what she was about to do next…
Sure enough just before I came she stopped and dragged me from the bath. I couldn’t help my pleading whimpers as I begged her to finish me off, even though I knew it would be no use. After toweling me dry, she led me through to the bedroom and pushed me once again in the chair. Meeting my eyes in the mirror she said “Makeup time! I’ll take out the gag now sweetie, but remember what I said about being a good girl yes?” Seeing the hardness in her eyes I nodded. Handcuffed like this it seemed unwise to provoke her, besides I wanted to see where this was going. I’d never seen this side of her before and it was strangely turning me on.
I watched with horror as, after removing the spider gag, she dumped what must have been a whole bottle of foundation on my face, smoothing it around. I'd never worn makeup this heavy before! I thought my face would crack if I smiled, but as she started on my eyes she grimaced at me. "They are boys Marie!" she scolded me "If it's not obvious they won't notice!"
The pink eye shadow was blended with a cute silver glittery effect, similar to how she had done her own eyes with that green and glitter I saw. It was interesting in a car crash kind of way to watch her work, as she applied heavy mascara, blusher and then moved on to my lips with a bright pink lipstick. I looked at my reflection with horror as she smirked at me and said "Ok let's fix your hair".
It was a slow process to slowly unravel each knotted piece of cloth, but each one revealed a tight curl. My hair had been turned into ringlets, wound tightly like a spring and as Claire continued to unwrap my hair I could only watch again with horror. As the last roll was unwound she smiled at me through the mirror and asked “Do you like it sweetie?” She giggled at my mournful groan. “I look like a poodle!” I complained, as she fussed with my curls pulling at them. “You look like a Princess!” She replied as she split my hair down a center parting. Then leaving three curls on each side at the front to fall past my temples framing my cheeks, she placed my curls into two high pigtails at the back of my head. I saw with dismay that my hair was so tightly curled the pink pigtails didn’t quite reach my shoulders, instead bobbing around as I moved my head. I’ll admit it looked cute, but I felt ridiculous!
Claire was humming to herself as I tested the handcuffs that still held me restricted as I sat naked on the chair. I saw her fiddling in a jewelry box on the dresser pulling out earrings of various descriptions. “These studs will never do sweetie,” she exclaimed, removing them. I was conscious of how hard my clit still was and I could feel the dampness leaking from my pussy that had soaked the chair. I was looking at the worst makeup job I had ever seen on myself and I really did look like a poodle! Yet my crazy friend had succeeded in making me so horny I could feel the looming orgasm behind my eyes. I could feel the build up. It was going to be massive. I watched wide eyed as she selected for me two sets of earrings, one for each of the piercings in my ears. The first set going in my lower piercings was a pair of large silver hoops. Nearly touching my shoulders I thought they looked kinda trashy, but the second set Claire put in my ears hurt as she forced in a thicker silver ring. Weighted at the bottom, it certainly looked solid, hanging down behind the front pair. The tiara she pushed onto my head was essentially a headband resting behind my ears, but it was silver, jeweled and looked pretty.
I watched Claire stand back and look at me in the mirror, admiring her handiwork. “Ok Princess, let's get you dressed,” she gushed. I was too subdued at this point to resist her as she pulled me to my feet and finally took off my handcuffs. I didn’t resist or speak as she made me step into a pink dress, all white frills, it covered my arms and upper body. Ending just past my hip, spreading out widely, it didn’t cover my legs and barely hid my butt and loins. I felt Claire zipping it up at the back, before tucking the white collar around its neck down, hiding the zipper's end. Sitting me on the bed she rolled the over knee white socks up each of my legs before strapping a pair of pink high heels onto my feet.
“Claire, are those six inches?” I asked.
“Oh don’t worry sweetie,” she replied, locking small padlocks into the buckles of the shoes. “You won’t be doing much walking around!”
I glowered at her as she giggled at me, before she pulled me to my feet. “Last touch” she said, placing a pink sash over me that read “Princess” and took my hand. “Let's go, Princess,” she ordered.
“Erm Claire?” I asked tentatively looking at myself in the mirror, “Don’t I need panties? I think I can see my pussy.”
Claire laughed again and I watched her eyes sparkle as she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Don’t worry I’m not wearing any either!” before slapping my butt.
“Why am I not surprised?" I thought to myself as I followed her downstairs.
The novelty of all this struck me as we walked down the stairs together hand in hand. Balanced as I was on my six-inch heels, I saw for the first time beneath Claire's skirt that she wore similar sized stilettos that also appeared to be padlocked onto her feet. “Well aren’t we quite the pair?” I wondered to myself. Claire continued to surprise me and I was excited by this new adventure. Where would this lead?
Walking into the sitting room downstairs we were greeted by Collin. “Hello again..Princess. You're very pink!” He grinned at me and raised an eyebrow at Claire, who just looked down at her feet.
“Interesting,” I thought, “I really don’t understand everything going on here, but Claire’s clearly head over heels. Why involve me though? And why use me as her Barbie doll?”
“Come on through ladies, I cooked a light meal for you both.”
Following him through to the dining room I mouthed at Claire, “he can cook?” with a raised eyebrow and she gripped my hand tighter and beamed happily at me. Sitting down to what really was a light lunch, salad, an omelet and a tall glass of orange juice, I realized how hungry I was. Wasting no time I ate the food, aware of Collin watching us both. I wasn’t surprised that as we finished up he was already moving, preparing for the next stage of what he clearly had planned tonight.
Moving behind Claire, Collin let a small green ball gag dangle from his left hand in front of her face and Claire responded by opening her mouth wide for him. I raised an eyebrow as I watched him push it into her mouth, the green matching the shade of her lipstick, before he buckled it shut and placed a green padlock through its lock. I’ll admit it looked cute and I was entranced looking at Claire when I heard Collin cough next to me. I looked up at him and he said, “Sorry Princess, but it's your turn.”
He held out in his hand for me to see what could only be described as a harness. Pink leather, with a pink rubber coated ring that would fit behind my teeth, two straps would move upwards on either side of my nose. Becoming one at the bridge of my nose, the strap would travel across the top of my head to where it would meet the straps reaching around each of my cheeks to the back of my head. A final strap ran under my chin and I saw the locking buckles through which I could see it would be secured.
“That's quite a bit of kit,” I thought to myself. It occurred to me as I opened my mouth without protest that some planning had gone into tonight. The ring went smoothly behind my teeth and the straps were soon buckled into place, Collin removing then replacing the tiara over the top strap. I wasn’t surprised at all by the pink padlocks that were snapped in place, but what happened next did surprise me!
Collin moved behind the kitchen counter and produced a long leather sleeve. Moving to me he grasped my left arm and stood me up saying, “have you ever seen an armbinder Princess?” Well of course I have, but not in real life I thought, but he didn't wait for the reply I couldn't give him anyway gagged as I was. It seemed fitting that the leather monoglove was pink as my hands were pulled together behind my back and it slid up my arms. The straps went over my shoulders and were tightened, then the binders laces were tied, pulling my elbows together and pulling my shoulders back. I suspected this might get uncomfortable quickly, but nobody else seemed concerned as he led me back into the living room, Claire silently following.
Moving into the sitting room, I frowned to myself at a rope that dangled down from the ceiling. My eyes saw a metal hoop embedded in a wooden pillar there. “Odd” I thought to myself. “That hoop looks old.” This was getting curiouser and curiouser. It seemed Collin might have had a long history with this sort of thing.
I didn’t dwell on it though as Collin brought me over to it and began threading it through a ring at the bottom of my armbinder. As he pulled up on the rope I felt myself forced to bend forward as my arms moved up into the air behind me. Jackknifed, I tottered on my high heels as my head came level with my waist. My head hung forward as my pigtails fell past my cheeks, but then I felt the rope being looped through a hoop on the top of my head harness. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach that I knew where this was going and sure enough I felt the tightening rope pull my head backwards. Facing the room at waist height I had little movement as I saw Collin move around and pick up a pink spreader bar. I moaned softly as I felt it placed around each ankle and heard the click of padlocks.
Collin moved away to admire his work and I had the chance to test my bonds. Well I certainly wasn’t going anywhere! Bent double at the waist, head held back and with my legs spread wide, It occurred to me as I balanced on my high heels trying to keep the weight from my shoulders that I was perfectly bound to be spitroasted. The sash hung down beneath me, but the tiara was snugly on my head. I twisted and flexed, but I was secured and wasn’t going anywhere.
Moving to a cupboard Collin took out a camera and I squeaked through the ring gag as he started to take pictures. “Don’t worry they are just for us,” he said, motioning Claire into the shots. I was blushing hard as he continued to make reassuring noises and Claire changed poses next to me as the camera went snap snap snap. Not that my blushes would have been visible under all my makeup, but his laughter as he exclaimed “YES! A Princess in distress!” made it clear my embarrassment was obvious.
At one point Claire put a hand under my skirt, not that it covered anything in this position, but running it across my pussy she held up her fingers to the camera and I could have died from shame: they were soaked with my pussy juice. Collin grinned as he took the shot that said it all. I moaned again. I totally needed to cum.
PART THREE
The doorbell went and as it chimed Collin put away his camera placing it back where it came from. He snapped his fingers at Claire and I frowned as she quickly moved away into the kitchen as Collin strode into the hallway. It seemed a bit too slick to me, Claire was too obedient for my liking and it raised my brat hackles. Collin had better not think he would be getting his own way with me like that! No sir!
I heard the chatter of guys as coats were taken and two guys entered the room with Collin. They stopped in their tracks and stared as they caught sight of me. One guy was tall, slim and looked like Collin. I guessed that was Stefan. The other one was a short fat guy with big round glasses and messy black hair. What struck me about him though was his eyes, perfectly blue, they locked onto mine and I felt a flash strike through me. Who was that?
I watched them as they moved into the room wide eyed. Neither of them took their eyes off me as they drank me in. Collin came into the room after them and placed a hand on the tall one's shoulder saying, “Stefan, meet Marie. Our Princess tonight.”
I was right then I thought to myself, watching Stefan blush. He was kinda cute I guessed, but watching his unknown friend walk up to me I was amazed to see the new guy frown. “Is she ok?”
Watching him get protective amused me, but I saw Collin’s body language change instantly. “Sure Ralph, this is consensual and she's fine!” Collin wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled this Ralph towards me. “Marie, blink twice for yes and three times for no,'' Collin ordered, then said to Ralph. “Ask her bro.”
Interesting I mused, watching the respect Collin clearly had for Ralph.
Ralph met my eyes and very bluntly said, “You want me to get you out of here?” I raised an eyebrow at him and I blinked three times. He narrowed his eyes and said “You consent to this?” I blinked twice at him and managed to nod a little. I watched his eyes grow thoughtful as he moved around me, his eyes taking in every detail. I felt a hand gently run through my hair and I heard him from behind me say, “You really put a lot of work into preparing for this didn’t you?” Moving back around to look into my eyes he said, “You stop being ok you call it.” I blinked twice at him smiling with my eyes as I watched Claire walk up behind him and roll her eyes.
Claire was carrying a tray with five beers on it, but as she put it down on the table she grabbed Ralph's hand. He reacted with surprise, wide eyed taking her in as she winked at him and pulled him over to my side. I squealed through my gag, eyes widening as Claire pushed his hand against my pussy, letting him feel its wetness. He pulled back like I was on fire and Claire moved away clearly laughing. “BABE!” Collin’s' voice was tinged with amusement as he barked at her, but my eyes were tilted trying to see Ralph's reaction to the fact I was a horny slut with a dripping pussy. I was blushing underneath my makeup as Ralph took a beer from the table and took a very long drink.
The doorbell went again and Collin let two more guys into the room as Stefan and Ralph avoided making eye contact with me. “Boys, meet Princess Marie, only daughter of the elf King Starmoon!” he announced to the newcomers. They also stood wide eyed at the entrance of the room staring at me until Collin broke the ice and got their conversation going. Listening to them talk, I watched them relax as the five of them started their evening. It was strange listening to them talk about swords and armour. I didn’t understand any of it and nor did I care. It was funny watching them all sneak glances at me though, as my mind turned inwards.
Balancing on my six inch heels, I focused on trying to push away how badly I needed to cum and the ache setting into my shoulder blades. I made my mind fix on breathing, slowly counting to 100 as I let each breath in and out. I was doing well I thought, watching the guys roll dice and announce stuff like “I cast a firebolt!”, but then Claire moved up next to me and pinched my butt! “Little bitch!” The thought snapped in my head as I twitched forwards and my mind was dragged back to the present. She moved past me carrying a bowl of chips for the guys and turned her head as she passed me. Locking eyes with me I saw the cowbag was smiling behind that gag of hers. “UGH!” I thought to myself. Was she really going to mess with me all night?
As the night went on, I saw Collin whisper in Claire’s ear and she nodded and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later she came back and I felt her hand on my pussy. Slimy fingers caressed me, then pushed inside as I felt myself being lubed. My long moan as Claire worked me over wasn’t noticed by the boys though as they seemed to be reaching some kind of finale. I wished they would hurry up with that stupid game, I needed dick! It didn’t help that all night long Claire had seemingly been unable to resist playing with me: sometimes slapping my butt, other times running a nail across my throbbing clit.
Finally they all stood up and started chattering and hugging. I tried to focus and pay attention to what they were talking about, but honestly my pussy was on fire and I was frustrated as heck. I’d been trying to make eye contact with Ralph all night and he’d been ignoring me! Ughh! Finally Collin led them over to me and announced me as their prize. It was fascinating to watch their reactions, a strange combination of excitement, lust and fear. Ralph looked like he had been asked to give a kidney.
Collin started with his brother Stefan and with an arm around his shoulders, moved him to me. “Babe help him.” Collin’s snapped command at Claire raised my hackles again, but I was fascinated by how quickly she moved to his command. “You're SUCH a good little sub sweetie… really? You or me bitch?” The memory ran through my mind as I watched her eager submission. I wanted to laugh, though it didn't seem wise as Claire guided his cock into my pussy. The boy was clearly terrified, but thankfully nature took over and he began to pump. It didn’t take long though before I felt him quivering inside me and he was done as I closed my eyes in frustration.
My frustration grew as the next two had their turns. One buried himself so deep in me that he barely moved and the other was so erratic I’m not even sure how he came, let alone how I was supposed to! Honestly! I started to get angry on the subject! I can give a boy a good time just not tied up like this! What were they thinking?! This isn’t the way to lose their virginity! My frustration and anger was clearly in my eyes though as it came to Ralph's turn…
He’d been watching me as they fucked me. His blank face hid his thoughts, but I felt like he was judging me. My own horniness was driving me past reason, as I was teased ever closer to the best orgasm of my life. Now at his turn he shook his head and said “No.”
Just like that the room chilled as everyone turned to look at him. I narrowed my eyes at him and glared as he gazed back. Just get over here and fuck me already!
“Hey man,”Collins' voice dominated the room, calm and self assured. “What's the problem bro? Talk to me!”
I watched Ralph shrug off an arm as he walked up to me. “She's not ok!” he declared and as he met my eyes I raised both my eyebrows at him with a hard glare.
I watched Collin narrow his eyes as he turned to me, “Marie are you ok?” Blink blink. “Marie, do you want to continue?” Blink blink. “Marie do you want Ralph to fuck you?” Blink blink.
With the last blink I turned my eyes to Ralph and raised an eyebrow at him daring him to fuck me. He seemed taken aback for whatever reason, but then one of the others started to mock him. I heard a “Well he does play a paladin...” and I watched Ralph's cheeks grow beet red. Paladin… were they calling him a white knight? Because he was checking I was ok? Oh now I was PISSED!
Watching me thrash against my restraints though, eyes blazing, was obviously misinterpreted. Collin moved in and grabbed my chin. “Calm yourself,” he ordered, as he loosened the ropes on my head harness. “Ralph, Marie loves men. She owns her own sexuality and she isn’t a victim here. Don’t insult her by treating her like one, ok?”
Ralph nodded reluctantly as I glared up at him. Collin’s eyes took in the both of us fast and I watched him make his call. “Marie suck him off, let him know you want this and then he’s gonna fuck you. Agreed?” Blink blink.
Ralph seemed frozen as Collin snapped his fingers at Claire. She moved quickly though, stepping in and taking Ralph's dick out of his trousers. I don’t know why I was surprised to see it hard as a rock, but it didn’t stop Claire from stroking it as she guided it into my mouth. Ralph stood there, seemingly stunned as I moved my newly liberated head up and down his cock. It's extremely hard to give a good blow job with a ring gag in your mouth, you're really relying on your tongue, but fortunately I wasn’t being judged on it. Inside a minute Claire was pulling him out of me, moving him around and literally with a hand on his dick put him inside me!
Hearing Ralph's moan sounded promising as he placed his hands on my hips and began to thrust. Finally some long strokes! Oh this was the business! Claire flicked my clit hard then with a finger and I squealed through the gag as she brought me back from my edge! Witch! Oh my God I’m so gonna get her! Ralph was settling into his stride though, all his nervousness melting away as he pounded me. Oh lord that felt good! Just too soon though, I felt him quivering inside me as his throbbing dick exploded. I rolled my eyes at the unfairness of it as I tightened my pussy on his dick and thrust backwards trying to milk him as he sagged against me.
Moved away from me by Claire, Ralph sat on the couch as Collin opened a bottle of champagne. Glasses handed out, excited chatter, lots of fist bumping, it all blurred for me as my wet pussy leaked down my legs and my need to cum drove me crazy. I wanted to cry. Finally I heard words that cut through my misery. “Are you boys ready to go again?”
The second round lasted longer, but was no better from my perspective, until it came to Ralph. They were shoving their dicks in my mouth this time as their friends fucked me, but none of them were lasting long enough to bring me off. Nor did any of them seem aware of what a clitoris was, or where mine might be. Finally though it was Ralph's turn.
Ralph seemed different this time as he approached me. More confident, he surprised me by just holding my head in his hands as one of his friends fucked me. The others had used my mouth as their friend enjoyed themselves, but Ralph instead stroked my hair, ran his hands down my face and then kissed me deeply through my gag. Finally resting his forehead against mine, he whispered to me “I think I love you.” I could only wince to myself after he said that as he put his cock in me. What is wrong with men? Honestly? Yet as he started slowly inside me I felt what he was doing…
The boy was trying to make me cum. Slow long strokes, seeking for where I was most sensitive. It felt good as he explored inside me with his cock. If only he would just touch my clit! He didn’t though as the long slow screw edged me to tears and Collin had to ask me twice if I was ok. Tears leaking down my face, I blinked twice at him each time as the room watched Ralph slowly gently fucked me so close to my edge that I could barely hold onto my sanity. I was at this point too tired from an aching back, shoulders and pussy to do more than twitch. I guess Ralph took my movements as encouragement as he slowly gently fucked me until I was dry and sore. Finally the man sped up enough to cum inside me and I gratefully clamped my pussy on his cock squeezing it hard.
At last the torment was over as the boys all gathered around and high fived themselves. They certainly seemed happy as I quietly moaned with my unfulfilled need. One by one they headed out the door, until finally only Ralph was left. Looking at Collin he asked “Is she gonna be ok?” Seeing the returned nod he continued “Can… Can you get her to call me? I mean…”
Collin interrupted him and replied “Ralph, go home bro. I’ll give her your number ok? It's her choice though. Not my call. Go home mate.” With that he pushed Ralph gently out of the room and I heard the front door shutting moments later.
Claire was looking very intently at me in the middle of the room though as I moaned softly. Collin came back into the room and announced “Ok they are gone, we can wrap this up!” Claire immediately pulled her skirt down to her ankles and placed her hands on the coffee table, bending over and looking at me. Collin snorted as he took in the sight, then striding forward put a hand on Claire’s pussy. I knew it would be wet, but the sympathetic " tut" Collin made along with the fire in her eyes made it very clear how turned on Claire was right now as well. Where I was exhausted and frustrated, she was just frustrated, having watched her friend being fucked all night while she had been made to watch.
Collin didn’t hesitate as he ran a hand down her pussy and he soon had his dick in her. As she was bent double across that coffee table, staring me in the eyes, I watched her scream through her ball gag as the the first of several orgasms overtook her. Her blond braids bounced against her body as her eyes rolled back into her head. She wailed through that green ball gag and I have never hated anyone in my entire life like I hated her then! My poor pussy burned and my clit was hard as a rock twitching and aching to cum. Just a touch. One touch! That's all it would have taken! I watched Claire being fucked hard, cumming hard and I wept.
PART FOUR
Finally they stopped, coming to their own conclusion on their love making, while my tears of frustration crawled down my cheeks. As Claire slumped down on the table I watched Collin wipe his dick on her skirt as he smiled at me. “You ok over there?” he asked me. He slapped Claire's ass and said “Follow us” as he walked over to me, unlocked the spreader bar on my ankles and untied my monoglove from the hook in the ceiling.
He hooked a finger through the harness strap going under my chin and just walked with me out of the room and up the stairs. I stumbled walking up the stairs, but he caught hold of me and supported me as I wobbled on my heels. Entering a bedroom I caught sight of myself in a mirror and was stunned by my reflection! From the head harness and the hair, to the dress and armbinder I was a sight! Perched on my heels with my arms bound behind me I was the picture of helplessness. As I caught my tear strewn faces reflection in the mirror, my pussy cramped and I moaned through my gag with the frustration I was feeling. I looked hot, desperate and horny…exactly how I felt!
Moving me to the bed, Collin pushed me face down on it. I was hoping he would fuck me there, but of course no luck as he grabbed the bottom of my armbinder and dragged me up the bed. “I bet you two girls are exhausted huh? Marie I know you got work tomorrow, so I’m gonna put you two to bed. Try to get some sleep!” So saying, he produced a pair of handcuffs as Claire laid down next to me on the bed. At his order she put her arms around me. After he had first pushed one open cuff through the ring at the bottom of my armbinder, I heard the cuffs being locked around her wrists! He followed up by fastening a leather belt around both our waists pulling us together in a hug.
Looking into Claire's tired eyes, I saw her smiling dreamily at me through her gag, but I wasn’t ready to sleep yet! I needed to cum! I moaned, whined, whimpered and begged through my gag being as noisy as I could while Collin kissed Claire's forehead goodnight. “Goodnight girls!” he called over his shoulder, turning out the light and closing the door.
“He's joking right?” I thought to myself, “He's coming back? All it would take would be a few touches on my poor clit!”
So close and so needy I tried to rub myself on Claire but I couldn’t get any traction as I felt her left leg wrap itself around me. Soon I heard her gentle snore accompany my muffled sobs as I stewed in the dark, trying to cum from willpower alone. It was going to be a long night!
EPILOGUE
“Have a great day sweetie! Thanks again!” Claire called out to me, as I got out of Collins car outside work. “Not likely now is it?” I thought to myself gloomy. It was five to nine Saturday morning and I had JUST enough time to hang up my coat and get onto the floor before my boss noted me down as late.
I’d spent a miserable night quietly sobbing and aching to cum. Eventually Collin had come to release me from my restraints, but at that point there hadn’t been time to do anything except get hurriedly dressed. Claire had tutted as she saw the tear tracks in my makeup, but we both knew there wasn't time to redo it all. So she used a cleanser to buff away the tear tracks, before reapplying more foundation and concealer over it. She redid my mascara as well, leaving it thick and frankly looking WAY over the top! While she did that for me, I tried to take care of my hair, brushing out the curls furiously, but with little success. It took a lot of hair products to finally get my sock bun neat on top of my head as I frantically thrust in my hair pins to try to keep it tight. I had to close my eyes and hold my breath as Claire hosed me down with a giant can of hairspray. It left my hair shiny and gleaming, but I wasn’t sure it had helped. On the contrary it left it feeling sticky and I thought it looked terrible!
Hustling quickly into work, I was nearly breathless as I groaned, looking at the rota and today's work assignment; I’d been put on the Veranda! Outside in the heat on a hot day, normally I’d have relished the assignment. It was a big, busy section where only a few of us girls were fast enough to work alone without falling behind. The tips though were extremely high there and it was arguably the best paid job I could have had on the floor.
Not today though, tired and exhausted as I was. I’d hoped for a quiet section, so I could slip away to the bathroom and touch myself. Sadly the bathrooms were on the far side of the restaurant and I could see three of the tables already had people. “My orgasm will just have to wait,” I thought bitterly as I hurried out to take my first order.
The morning went quickly as I rushed around serving, my smile plastered on my face. Finally lunchtime came and I scooted over to the bar where I saw Gillian was waiting for me next to my sandwich. I was nervous as I sat down, relieved to take the weight of my feet as I gazed at her. The boss coming to talk to me always makes me nervous, usually it's a sign I have done something wrong and I am about to be punished. Not in the fun way either! I breathed a silent sigh of relief though as she smiled at me.
“That pink looks good on you, I like it!” she told me, “I wasn’t happy about the braid waves in your hair, I’ve told you before about sleeping in your braids dear.” She patted my hand. “I was going to dock you all of your bonus pay today for that, you know I like it straight and tidy.” she raised an eyebrow at me and continued, “then I saw your makeup! You really went all out didn’t you? I'm giving you an A for effort! I’m not sure about the overall effect, but I’m happy you are putting so much work into it! I feel like I’ve finally got through to you!”
I looked back at her wide eyed as she beamed at me. “Keep it up girl, You’re a hard worker and you are showing me what I want to see!” With that she patted my hand again and walked off.
“Great,” I thought glumly, “so now I have to wear my face this badly from now on?”
As I bit into my sandwich I jumped, nearly knocking over my orange juice as I felt my bottom being pinched hard. “Teacher's pet!” Gemma whispered in my ear, giggling as she walked away.
I shook my head, I’d been working alongside and flirting with Gemma for months now. I knew I was going to be teased for a week about this! I munched down on my sandwich trying not to think about how horny I was. If only I had time to slip away to cum!
Finally the long dreadful day was over. I was truly exhausted, I ached all over and I’d sweated dreadfully in the hot sun outside on the veranda. My makeup itched and I couldn’t wait to take it off and have a long hot shower. After I masturbated of course! Priorities first!
Stepping out onto the street though, beginning to walk home I looked over my shoulder at the shouted, “SWEETIE! Sweetie? Over here! Marie? Marie! We came to get you? Why are you running away? SWEETIE?!”
The end (for now).