Part 5: Lea and the Role Reversal
Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.
Upstairs, Andrea was having a very different kind of relaxation. Andrea had been in these cells a few times before and she had come to find a certain calm in them. There were no comforts to be had, but everything was so far out of her control that it was almost reassuring. And when Lea put her up here it had always been at the conclusion of some grand event that left her both euphoric and drained, which might go a long way to coloring her view of these metal prisons. Things this time had been a little more chaotic, but at least this time she had a shirt she could use as a pillow and she had Lea sitting just a few cells over.
Lea was finding it a harder adjustment. She occasionally kicked herself for letting Sophia get the upper hand. She occasionally had passing thoughts of dread as she ran through every single instrument of pain, restraint or humiliation she had acquired and stocked throughout the property. But those thoughts were the exception.
More often she fidgeted around in her cuffs, it had been a long time since she had last tied herself up. She had usually seen it as a stand-in for being alone and not having anyone else to tie, but this wasn’t as bad as she was remembering. She knew at least part of that must be that she was never brave enough (or stupid enough depending on your view) to tie herself up without constant access to a form of release. There were always some scissors or a spare key tied to a string or something, she could get out of her own bondage whenever she felt like it. It meant she had felt restrained before, but she had never felt helpless. Right now she couldn’t do a damn thing to get out on her own, she couldn’t even call out with words without getting shocked by that devilish dog-training collar locked around her neck.
But just as much as anything, Lea was thinking about Andrea. When she had locked her up here in the past, she always made sure to have the camera open on her laptop at all times. She told herself at times it was just for safety, but she spent far too much time curled up in bed watching Andrea try to get comfortable to believe that safety was the main reason.
Some may have called it unhealthy, she called it safe. From a distance Andrea could never feel uncomfortable with her stares, she could never tell her to look away, she did not even need to know she was being watched at all. Now it was different. It wasn’t a picture on a screen, and Andrea was fully capable of noticing when Lea gawked too long.
There were not many ways to get comfortable. The metal floor was uncomfortable, the periodic holes were a tad unsettling, and the bars were a little skinny to lean comfortably on any one alone. Andrea was laying on her back with her arms above her head helping to hold her shirt in pillow form. Her breasts lay slightly to the side but still remained fairly prominent, it was a similar position to how she always slept. Lea found her only comfort came by lying on her side. Even though it put the skin exposed between the laces of her top in direct contact with the cold-ish metal, it also kept her weight away from her cuffed elbows. It also gave her a natural and direct line of sight, something she was currently taking full advantage of. She could not see too far without her glasses, but when laying as close as she was currently, Andrea was just close enough to be seen without any blur.
Lea had no idea how much time passed this way, each of them laying as they were. It was more than minutes but less than hours, beyond that she had no reference point at all. Andrea turned her head to face Lea and had her body follow soon after. At first it didn’t occur to Lea that she might be staring too much. Andrea smiled which only further lost Lea’s attention.
“So should I be posing then?” Andrea joked.
Lea’s face turned red and she instead tried looking up and away, but no one was buying that she suddenly got interested in the feet of a padded bondage chair.
“Oh, hon, it’s ok. You know I’m just teasing, you just look like you’re really worried for me.” Andrea said as she brought her arms around to help giver her head a taller place to rest. “Don’t. I’m feeling better. I don’t know what caused my last two little freak-outs, but one thing I do know is I was alone both times. I know you can’t talk but you being over there still means ‘not alone.’ And you’ve been watching me like I’m about to catch fire or something when you really don’t need to.”
Lea had almost forgotten that Andrea panicking was a possibility. But at least Andrea thought the staring was innocent without her needing to make excuses. She gave up pretending to look somewhere else and turned her gaze back to meet Andrea’s.
“So I bet this isn’t something you saw coming is it?” Andrea asked. Lea just looked at her with frustration, trying with her eyes to point down to the collar locked around her neck. “Oh right,” Andrea said after realizing her mistake. “Ok, yes/no questions then. Same as before I guess, bark for yes, growl for no.”
Lea thought she might rather prefer to shake or nod her head in response, but she was finding it hard to argue with the pleading face Andrea was making. She seemed to be finding a certain kind of joy in the thought of watching her former dom bark like a dog and it showed all over her face. “Ruff” Lea let out somewhat quietly, which only caused Andrea’s stupid grin to grow larger and Lea’s resolve to take that away from her grow weaker.
“You didn’t.. wait.. I mean this isn’t part of a plan right? It’s real? Lea actually just broke out and took you down?” Andrea asked incredulously, as the thought slowly crossed her mind. Lea growled repeatedly in response. It was the only “words” she had but she was doing a fine job convincing Andrea that this wasn’t her plan.
“So did you ever think you’d be locked up in one of these cells?” Andrea asked. Lea replied with a low growl.
“Well are you at least enjoying it a bit? I mean you certainly hammered into me how important consent is supposed to be and all that. So if you didn’t plan on this ahead of time, and you don’t like what’s happening to you, that’s a big problem. So are you at least liking what’s happening?” Andrea asked with true seriousness.
Lea thought, she hadn’t technically consented. In fact really consented in any way. But the fact that consent hadn’t crossed her mind until just then told her at least a little something. This wasn’t what she planned, but she certainly didn’t see it as totally out of bounds either. And after all she wasn’t feeling like she was in real danger, this was Sophia. As much as her friend might rant about payback, Lea trusted she wouldn’t go too far.
Before Lea chose to answer, Sophia came jumping up the stairs two at a time after rather loudly closing one of the doors. “Oh my god, are you barking?” Sophia said as she made a beeline right to the door to Lea’s cell. “Is that what that collar did? I figured it would just zap you for any sound but it’s letting you bark and growl? That is so much better!” She said with absolute glee. “Seriously, you should label some of this stuff, I can’t make heads or tails of half the stuff I’m finding.”
“Well I guess she wasn’t planning on a hostage taker needing her stuff,” Andrea said in Lea’s defense.
“Oh quiet you, why do you care who’s in charge? You’d still be locked up,” Sophia snapped without even breaking eye contact with Lea’s increasingly confused eyes. “But there are some things I can figure out,” she said as she pulled a handcuff key from her pants pocket suddenly sounding much more serious. “Now I want you to slide over here so I can unlock those cuffs ok?”
Lea looked briefly at Andrea, who seemed about as confused as she was, before she finally slid over to Sophia with her back facing the door. Sophia unlocked one cuff above the elbow and one at the wrist, freeing Lea’s hands before simply handing Lea the key.
“Ok, now it’s your turn to strip, everything, and throw it all through the bars when you’re done,” Sophia said as she walked back and took a seat on the edge of a padded bench. She had the kind of smug victorious look that cried out for her to be smoking a cigar and swirling a snifter of brandy.
Lea undid her cuffs and stood up. She thought about protesting but what good would that have done? She felt the lock around her collar and it wasn’t coming off with the key she had, so what kind of protest could she really mount? The skirt unzipped from the side but the top took considerably more work. It took time to loosen the laces on both sides before being able to slip her top down past her waist. She wore no underwear and had been diligent about keeping herself hairless, now all that she wore was her collar and that made her feel very vulnerable. She tried handing the cuffs and clothes to Sophia through the bars but she refused to get up, so Lea simply threw them at her feet.
“Kneel.” Sophia said with a commanding voice. Lea had never seen Sophia so confident or commanding, she couldn’t help but obey. She knelt down in front of the door and placed her hands behind her back like Andrea had gotten in the habit of doing whenever she knelt. Her skin sat pale and exposed and the lights of the ceiling caught the chrome studs she had in each nipple.
“Now, I don’t know your fancy gizmos,” Sophia said as she finally stood up and slowly walked to where Lea knelt. “But I don’t need your fancy high tech toys. In my pocket right now, I bet I have enough stuff to make you completely and utterly helpless, even if I unlock this cell. Wanna test that?” Sophia wore tight shorts with small pocket and it was clear there was not much in them. Lea couldn’t imagine how but Sophia’s confidence made her curious how she thought she would do that.
“Turn around and put your hands up behind your back,” Sophia commanded, not waiting for any kind of response from Lea. Lea felt Sophia reach through the bars and pull her hands close together and high by the shoulder blade. She felt warm metal encircle around each thumb as Sophia placed thumbcuffs on either hand. She then felt something thin being wrapped around one thumb and then the other below the cuff, it was just a little scratchy so Lea assumed (correctly) that it was twine. With a coil around each thumb and the thumb cuffs making sure the twine can’t slip off, Lea felt Sophia take two loose ends from either string and tie a simple knot around the front of her neck. Sophia did leave quite a lot of slack so Lea wasn’t worried about it cutting off air even as she lowered her hands a bit.
With her hands and not words, Sophia indicated she wanted Lea back around facing her. There she pulled out another small piece of twine, this one seemed to have a noose on either end. Reaching in she grabbed Lea’s right nipple, placed the noose under the stud piercing and then tightened the knot. She did the same to the left and while there was no tension of the nipples pulling at each other, there was not a lot of slack either. But Sophia wasn’t done. She untied the knot around Lea's neck and pulled on both strings, pinning her arms back up the height they were at when Sophia applied the thumbcuffs. Then she tied the twine, this time securely, around the piece connecting her two nipples. If Lea tried to pull her hands down she would be tugging on her pierced nipples to do it. Last came a small leash that seemed to take up the entirety of Sophia’s other pocket. She attached it to where the ropes all met, meaning if she tugged it would pull on the arms and the nipples.
Lea was clearly wrong. She was absolutely and totally helpless with just a miniscule amount of material. It was mesmerizing, Lea had never seen Sophia like this. She was so commanding, so confident, and treated her dominance with such cold matter-of-factness that Lea wasn’t sure she even wanted out any more.
Covering the keypad well, Sophia typed in a code to open up Lea’s cell, the whole time making sure to maintain a firm grasp on Lea’s leash. Sophia pulled up, bringing Lea to her feet before leading her out and under a hanging ring. Sophia fed the end of the leash around it and tied it off with a simple double knot. It was only by standing on her toes that it was in Sophia’s reach at all and with arms behind her it was very far outside of Lea’s. “See, no fancy tricks or computerized locks. Yet somehow I feel you’re probably going to have a harder time getting out of this than I had breaking out of your high tech cell,” Sophia said as she backed up towards the far wall to admire her work.
Lea gave it a tug to test and it did indeed hold her trapped. With almost no force it pulled painfully on her nipples and as she looked down she saw the twine was solidly held in place behind her studs and weren’t coming off. But she found if she stood still, with her hand held high, there was next to no pressure at all. It was all so beautifully minimal, something her nudity only heightened.
Despite the reservations she held just a short time ago, Lea was finding she was really enjoying herself, becoming quite turned on by such exquisite bondage. And the fact that it was at the hands of someone else, that it wasn’t something she had to come up with, meant she was strangely not worried. She was Sophia’s responsibility now, her mind could focus entirely on what was going on in the moment. It was a moment that was suddenly interrupted as she felt her own NESIC turn on to a high setting, sending waves of arousal throughout her helpless form.
“So how does it feel?” Sophia said as she surprised Lea with a swat to the ass from a flogger Lea hadn’t even noticed her friend grab from the wall. “I mean sure you left me on a bed… but I.. couldn’t… talk.. either,” she said, punctuating each pause with another hit. Lea instinctively tried to move her hands down to cover her ass but that only pulled on her nipples which even hurt worse than the hits.
“Stop it,” Andrea cried out. “You don’t need to make this so personal.”
“Oh on the contrary,” Sophia said turning her gaze to Andrea. “‘Personal’ is when you get creative. And besides this is all just a game, remember? That’s what Lea’s always said. But now Lea here just got herself a little go.. directly.. to.. jail.. card,” Sophia continued as she turned back to Lea and accented her pauses with another series of swats. “Be a good little doggie, bark if you like it.”
Lea barked almost immediately upon being asked. She hadn’t thought about it before doing it, her thinking was starting to feel kind of fuzzy. Not slow or absent like being tired, more like it was preoccupied. It was swept up in all the competing sensations; the yanks to her sensitive nipples, the feelings coming from her chip, the effort of keeping her hands held up by her shoulder blades, the swats that had now moved from her ass to inner thigh. There was just a pink euphoric cloud forming around all of it.
Andrea tried looking into Lea’s eyes to get some kind of reassurance, but the eyes that stared back seemed vacant and dim. Andrea thought she must really be caught up in it, making herself feel a little embarrassed for saying anything earlier. She flipped over to her other side facing away from the action and tried once again to get comfortable on her shirt-pillow. She could still hear the blows but at least she didn’t have to watch it.
Lea switched from the flogger to a more solid paddle feeling accomplishment as she saw no sign of resistance left. She felt she had won and that it was time to take a victory lap. Unlike the flogger, each hit came with enough momentum that it seemed every hit forced Lea forward, which only pulled on her nipples forcing her to take a step back to prepare for the next hit. It even seemed that Lea was presenting her ass after each hit, not simply standing there but arching to make it more prominent like she was inviting the next hit. Sophia couldn’t help but smirk that this used to be the one demanding things of her, and look at what she’s become now. After dozen or so hits, Lea’s ass was extremely red, including a few raised welts from the flogger and what looked to be the start of bruising in other parts. Sophia felt that was enough.
“OK then, lets get you somewhere else. Somewhere that certain nosey people wouldn't be trying to needlessly stick up for you,” Sophia said as she started to untie Lea’s leash. Andrea could hear but didn’t feel like looking over to acknowledge it. She heard them coming near and watched as Sophia lead a very compliant Lea down the stairs beside her and out of sight. Andrea was now once again in the very familiar situation of being locked in a cell alone.
Lea felt wonderfully strange as she floated behind Sophia into the master bedroom. Each time Lea fell behind she felt a tug on both nipples, sending bolts of warm sensation racing through her. While that was no longer purely painful it was still something she tried to keep to a minimum as she was lead beside the bed. Sophia held the leash tight as she bent down to cuff one ankle to the bedframe to make sure Lea couldn’t run anywhere when she let go.
“Now, I think this goes without saying, but just in case it doesn’t don’t try to move you hear me?” Lea said as she was attempted to get Lea’s attention by grabbing her chin and looking her right in the eyes. Lea did not respond in any way. Sophia briefly stopped to wonder if Lea even heard her, but thought “how could she not when I’m inches away? No, she just can’t talk so she’s got nothing to say.”
Sophia typed in her new code to unlock a drawer, making very sure to hide it as she did. Though when she looked back, Lea didn’t even seem to be attempting to peak. She grabbed what she needed and came back.
Lea watched her captor walk back into her range of sight. She saw what she was getting out. She knew what it was but strangely felt not bothered by it at all. It was all very detached, like it was all an enjoyable dream rather than real life. She also didn’t recognize this as a problem. She had fallen deep into subspace, but it was something she was incapable of noticing in her altered mental state and something Sophia had not even heard of. She watched herself from above, like some kind of out of body specter as Sophia removed the twine and cuffs and fed each hand through a sleeve of the straight jacket she had retrieved.
It was, like most of Lea’s purchases, from the same company that made the collars and Megan’s maid outfit, Alternative Dynamics. The outfit was black latex with red straps to give it color and made it look like there was a secondary, separate body harness worn over top. The part that ensnared lower torso was hard and firm, similar to a boned corset but not nearly as strict. There were two straps that ran between the legs keeping it from sliding up but had no other fabric, leaving the ass and pussy very exposed. It stopped just shy of the neck and left notches that could normally attach to one of AD’s printed collars, however Lea had a much different collar so the red flaps simply sat a little loose around the neck. The outfit closed with a series of padded buckles in the back, placed strategically on all the red straps to pull the outfit tight against the body while allowing the wearer to still lay on their back comfortably.
Once the main body was tight, Sophia took Lea’s encased arms and fed the long strap of fabric extending from each hand through their own individual red loop slightly below the breasts. She pulled tightly making sure each arm fed all the way through before slipping the fabric through more loops in the back. The flaps then ended by attaching to just above the elbow of the arm they originated from. It was harder getting the second one to give enough slack, but once they were attached the arms were not only secured to the jacket but around the torso and back to themselves. There was almost no movement it allowed.
Sophia looked over her work, smiled, and went on to the next step. Beside the thin nightstand next to the bed was a hinged door designed to look like the rest of the floor. It pulled up and rested against the wall exposing a tiny area not unlike a metal coffin built below the floor. There was a metal mesh door with openings not even thick fingers could fit through which opened up in the opposite direction, opening to stand out proudly in the middle of the room. Sophia uncuffed Lea from the bed and directed her to the opening. She did not even bother with any leash, Lea was already so secure and seemingly so compliant it didn’t seem needed.
Lea was helped into the metal box and offered no protest as Sophia slipped her feet into to a pair of metal ankle stocks built into the base of the box. She adjusted and utilized another stockade that was able to slide higher or lower so that it could reach the height of the wearer’s neck. The final addition was a leather blindfold, something Sophia had worried might be the last straw for Lea but it seemed to be almost welcomed by whatever submissive creature had taken control of her former Mistress’s body.
Lea was plunged into darkness. She could not see the tight bondage she was in, she could not see Sophia standing over her any more. She could not see the room she now lay below. She could certainly feel. She could feel the metal against the unprotected skin of her lower body. She could feel her feet held in place. She could hear the metal grate close. She feel the breeze caused by the wooden floor closing back over top of her.
She could think, but hardly. She could think that she wasn’t getting out of this on her own. She could think about the terrible things this punishment box was designed to do. She could think about how the metal grate will be magnetically sealed shut. She could think she shouldn’t be enjoying this so much.
Most of all though, she thought how strange this all was. She saw herself from a distance, no not her, but someone just like her. Someone trapped. Someone enjoying the pain. Someone in total darkness. Someone.. someone else. Even if her mind were clearer she wouldn't have easily found the words to adequately describe the feeling.
Sophia simply saw this little coffin and thought that it just was a cool looking cramped cell. But the box was designed to punish whatever sad captive was locked inside for as many hours as they were awake. It could tell when someone was awake, when they were asleep, and decide how to torment the occupant all without any further input from outside. Lea had not yet felt a desire to use it and so she hadn’t calibrated any limits on types of punishments it was capable of dishing out.
Lea knew this but was finding it hard to be very cognizant of it, all she felt was a generalized sense it was significant that she was here and not somewhere else. Her mouth was thankfully uncovered which was good, as she started to breathe a little faster once she was fully enclosed. She was getting scared. But she couldn’t at that moment say why. Despite its appearance, there was actually very good airflow with the subfloor, so she was in no real danger of suffocation, but everything about the box was meant to trick you like that.
Lea felt the floor do it’s job, finding the unprotected flesh of her ass and sending a few painful electrical shocks to it. Each zap brought colors into view, bright wonderful colors. She loved them, she enveloped herself in them. They went so well with the feelings of rolling joy coming from the chip between her legs. There was no sense of pain, just endorphins and life affirming colors, pure rush, pure euphoria. She hated when the shocks stopped making the darkness return. The steel wall by her feet had opened up, allowing the box to snap a rubber band across the trapped feet of its captive. The brightness was instantly back. With each hit it grew brighter, and from her magenta and turquoise lit perch she watched a poor helpless woman trapped in a metal enclosure endure an awful pain. She watched as this girl was hit three times, four times, five times. She closed her eyes and watched as this person trapped, and the person watching her, both became overwhelmed and lost all consciousness.
The box went down to standby.
Sophia walked out to the deck and really saw the difference. The greenish grey of moss and dirt, peppered with long dead leaves, it was all gone. Instead there was a deep dark brown wood from end to end, and more beautiful wood included in a cylinder surrounding the hot tub. Megan had been scrubbing now for nearly three hours, her arms were exhausted but she didn’t dare stop until she was told to. More importantly, not until the punishment for idling was turned off.
“Megan, you can stop now, this looks amazing,” Lea said as she surveyed her friend’s job.
“But Mistress says I can’t,” she replied without even looking back in Lea’s direction.
“Sure you can, I just said you could and I’m in charge now. And you can call me.. actually no Mistress works.”
“What I mean Mistress, is that.. um.. other Mistress set it up so if the brush stops I get zapped.”
“Ok, we can’t both be Mistress, that’s just going to get confusing,” Sophia said, focusing on the very unimportant part of that statement. “Call me.. you know what Goddess. I am your Goddess and you will do as I say. Yeah, I like the sound of that.”
Megan turned to look at Sophia and set down the brush. After a few seconds she started leaning forward in pain.
“Oh right, sorry, I forgot, you can go back to scrubbing. I’ll just see if I can find where to turn that off.” Sophia said as she leaned up against the wall scrolling through Lea’s phone. Seconds turned into minutes, and she was having a hell of a time navigating to anything that might be related to a brush or a maid’s uniform. Confounded she tried looking through other programs but still couldn’t find anything about a maid’s uniform. “I’m going to keep looking, but as long as you’re scrubbing there’s no need to keep going over the back deck. Why don’t you scrub the stairs or that shed.. thing.. whatever that building is over there with the walls that don’t go all the way up.”
“Yes Goddess,” Megan cooed.
Hearing that title used and with such enthusiasm gave a nice little boost to Sophia’s already flourishing ego. Sophia walked up the stairs to attic to see if Andrea could make any better sense of some of these gizmos she had apparently known about now for weeks.
“And why should I help you?” was Andrea’s defiant response.
Sophia was a little surprised, but saw it as simply fighting back just as she would. She smiled thinking that Andrea was getting into it now. She went over to the touch screen to see what she could do. “Oh here’s a reason,” she said as she found the shower controls and gave her a few seconds of pure cold water.
“You seem to be finding things out on your own just fine there,” She said pulling her arms close to her chest and abandoning her now soaking wet shirt. Her defiance was met with another blast of freezing cold water, this one however stayed on.
“Just say when you’re willing to cooperate and I’ll turn it off. Prove useful and I might just let you warm up in the hot tub or the sauna, I bet that sounds good right about now.” Sophia said loudly over the sound of the shower and Andrea’s yelps.
Andrea tried curling up in one corner, which seemed to limit the water but not eliminate it fully. She was already starting to shiver, something not at all helped by the fact that her sweatpants were now soaked in cold water, surrounding her lower body in cold. She let out another, louder scream as Lea turned up the pressure, spilling a lot more her way and making her refuge a lot less safe. “Fine, whatever you want, just turn this off. Oh god please just turn it off!” She shouted as she turned to look Sophia right in the eyes.
When Sophia finally turned off the water Andrea was shaking every inch of herself uncontrollably and her teeth were beginning to chatter. She pressed herself up against the bars, pleading with her eyes to let her out and get her somewhere warm or at least dry. “Once I get what I want I’ll consider what you want. Now do you know how to shut off whatever command is forcing Megan to keep scrubbing?”
With a shivering, goosebump riddled arm, Andrea talked Sophia through the basics. There were three programs one for the house, one for the chips, and one by AD the company that made the collars. Just about everything that connects to those collars and cuffs runs through that app even the gear they don’t make. After being shown where the small “select outfit” option was in the menu, Sophia was able deactivate Megan’s gear.
“So whahaht tt about my end? Can you just pleeease geget me out of here?” Andrea pleaded.
“Are you going to behave a little better slave?” Sophia asked, really enjoying a chance to abuse the hell out of her new position of authority.
“Oh yes, papaplease anything! I’ll do anything you ask, please jajujust get mame out tt of here.” Andrea stammered compliantly, having a noticeably harder time still sounding right. Sophia smiled and made sure to attach the shock-leash before opening the cell door. Sophia helped Andrea out of her wet sweatpants and led her down the stairs. Andrea stayed very close behind not just for the leash but because it meant she was that much closer to being warm.
Sophia removed one side of the cover over the hot tub and helped guide in Andrea who had never felt so relieved to be in warm water. Once Andrea was in, Lea found a ring on the outside of the tub and tied her leash to it. It was a rather simple knot but with Andrea still in mitts, she had no chance of removing it. Of course she hadn’t noticed any of that, she was too busy enjoying the warmth.
“Well don’t go anywhere slave, I’m going to go tell Megan the good news and then maybe get you both into something new and fun,” Sophia said with a little more joy in her voice than Andrea thought sounded appropriate.
Andrea sat forward only to discover the leash as it pulled tight and zapped her right at her throat. She recovered quickly enough and felt content to lay back in the warm waters. Her calm began to dissipate as she watched Sophia slowly make her way back to the shed. She tried not to let it show but after seeing inside once before, and discovering all the stuff Lea had bought off the house’s previous owner, she was not looking forward to Sophia discovering the same.
“Holy balls!” exclaimed a dumbfounded Sophia
“I know right?” Megan said holding the door open with a stupid grin.
They both stood there looking around, the windowless room was only the size of a large pantry but there was plenty to see. The room was at the centre of the shed against the far end. While everything else was very exposed to the elements, this room was fully enclosed which certainly added to the surprise.
The shed itself was held together with large square wooden posts, three deep and six across. It sat on a slightly raised cement floor and had a shallow angled roof across the whole area but aside from the one room in the back, everything but a back room was open and exposed to the elements. Between the large posts were smaller posts that the planks making up the walls attached to, but the planks stopped at about elbow level. There was no front door or even door frame simply a lack of wall or posts, which only added the the look that the builders simply gave up part way through. The only room that seemed finished could barely even be seen from the outside.
From the inside it made much more sense. Both the left and right side were divided cut in half making two long compartments on either side opening up to the middle. Between the large posts were the same kind of smaller posts and elbow high wall that the outside was made of. The space between the two middle posts was unobstructed and offered the only way to access the four areas and to the back room. Three of these rooms had hinged doors that went from nearly the floor to elbow level like everything else. In the back left compartment that had no door lay something that looked like a very basic rickshaw and two rows of dog cages of varying sizes, some of them starting to rust, all which was hidden from view from the outside.
Some people could take guesses as to what that all meant, but once you open the back room no one needed to guess any more. The room had a regular door though only a latch keeping it closed, a single bright light in the middle with a switch by the door, and the whole room extended back further than the rest of the shed by about a foot or two. Inside, it was filled with straps and harnesses, gags and plugs, cattleprods and crops, bunny ears and pig snouts, collars like what Lea was wearing and full head masks in the shapes of ponies, dogs and cats.
“What the hell was Lea planning?” Sophia finally said in slack-jawed perplexity. “I mean there’s enough stuff here for a small legion of horse-dog-slave-whatevers.”
“I don’t think they’re meant to all be used at once.” Megan said, still excited but no longer surprised since she had seen it long before Sophia came back out with news that she could rest her tired arms.
“I don’t think you could use it all at once, unless maybe you got a busful of people or something. Andrea said this place came well equipped in some ways. I’m willing to bet this is one of them. Whoever owned this place before Lea installed jail cells and had a kennel’s worth of cages. I bet this stuff came with the place.” Sophia thought out loud as she walked in and began touching and examining all the equipment. It was all in rather good condition, no signs of rust, all the leather seemed fine, Sophia figured this must be the main reason the room was so well protected against the elements when the rest of the shed wasn’t at all. “What ya say, tired of being a maid yet?”
“I want to do whatever you want Goddess,” Megan replied meekly lowering her head.
“Well if that’s the way you want to play it…” Sophia said with a widening grin. “Go ‘head to the guest room you came from, I think your allen key should still be there. Go strip off this maid costume as much as you can and I’ll be in to finish it off and with something to replace it. But leave the hood on, I think that’s supposed to stay on.”
“Yes Goddess.” Megan said as she turned and walked quickly to follow instruction, the walk reminding her how much she wouldn’t mind getting out of these heels.
Andrea watched from the hot tub as Megan moved silently past her back into the house and watched Sophia follow much later. She couldn’t tell everything that Sophia was holding but knew there was certainly enough for two. Sophia disappeared into the same room Megan had just entered which Andrea had no real view of. She tried turning around but with the limitations of the leash and the diminished grip of her mitted hands she couldn’t find a position that worked. She would simply have to look back in the direction of the shed and wait.
Megan did the best she could but found it impossible to undo the laces alone. She had removed her cuffs, stockings and shoes but still needed Sophia’s help for most of it. The latex peeled slowly over her skin, it had been on for long enough to really bond and mold to her. It was slow going but between the two of them it happened eventually.
“Now I was looking this over in the shed and I think I understand how they fit together,” she said as she pulled out a strange looking garment made out of the same letex-ish material as her hood and Andrea’s mitts. It had sleeves, a partial back, and two straps in the front. The sleeves were very thick, which would make it harder to bend at the elbows. Both sleeves attached to the cuffs, and each strap sat roughly above and below the breast, tightening the whole outfit so that it could not shift about. Once she was secure, Sophia brought out a pair of padded bondage mitts identical to the ones Andrea wore. When they were on, Sophia closed the hands into a fist which still had the small metal protrusions that looked like she was holding a small metal stick in her hands.
Sophia then brought out what looked like oversized animal paws. They slipped over her padded mitts and audibly clicked into the metal bar extending out to either side of the fist. They connected with a bit of gap allowing for the paw to pivot where they connected to the rod, allowing them to “flop” as Megan shook her hands around. The legs were bent and slid into a sheath of sorts. There was a single strap at the top to wrap around the top of the bent leg and connect to the ankle cuff. The two sheaths each had another strap running from the top of the thigh up to connect to the side of the waist belt. Once that was secured into place she could no longer straighten her legs. There was another paw at the knees that looked similar to the ones around her hands. Sophia helped Megan up on to her hands and knees and let her friend get acquainted.
“Let’s see,” Sophia said as Megan was still getting a feel for her new enclosures. “I think you’re getting the dog mask.”
“Oh, can’t I just do without for now?” Megan asked as she stretched her arms around and watched their limited range.
“Ah, now where’s that ‘whatever you want’ attitude gone?” Sophia asked tauntingly as she pulled out Lea’s phone to turn up Megan’s chip. Megan shuddered as she felt it go into overdrive, it had been on a low setting with Lea but now it was anything but. She started breathing a little faster and even took to biting her lower lip. “Come on,” Sophia prodded some more. “Don’t you want to see what all this looks like? I know I do. And you want to make your Goddess happy don’t you?”
“Mmm yes Goddess,” Megan said as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. She could feel Sophia open her mouth and felt a hard plastic ring get moved into place. The ring was attached to the mask itself which came out several inches in what was made to look like a snout. It left a gaping hole where the mouth was and then formed the lower half of what was supposed to be a dog’s mouth that stuck out very little. It was black around the edges, but unlike everything else she had on had it had patches of tan, making it look even more like a dog’s head, or more specifically something close to a rottweiler. Megan opened her eyes and even with the limited vision of her hood she could easily see her own snout. But between the gag and the several tight straps, it wasn’t something she would be able to shake off easily. One of the straps that encircled her head even had two small floppy ears to complete the illusion.
Sophia lifted Megan up on all fours and scooted herself back to Megan’s rear. She removed Megan’s chastity plate, allowing a rush of fresh air to overwhelm her wet pussy. It had been weeks since Lea had removed it, and she had only done that to check that it was clean and that the hair wasn’t growing back.
Sophia picked up the tail plug and decided to rub it first against Megan’s wet pussy to get it extra lubricated before inserting it. Megan bucked as she felt contact with her overstimulated region. Sophia grinned a sly grin and removed the plug before Megan had any chance to finish something. She lined up the tail-plug and slid it in. The top was the same low friction coating as everything, but at the bottom it was a much more standard material, one that would make it nearly impossible to eject. It had a square base to prevent it from spinning around and a fake tail sat up proudly from it. The main bulb was much longer and quite a bit thicker than what Megan had been wearing for weeks, but it still slid in without much difficulty.
“There we go, after all what doggie is complete without a tail?” Sophia quipped playfully.
Megan tried moving and found out instantly that this plug would be very different. Not only was it much larger, making her feel somewhat full, it was also unsecured and so as she moved it moved inside her. The large plug slid around with only the slightest of movement because of the wagging of the tail, this was a lot different than what she had gotten used to. “Shophira I dohnt knoh” Megan protested through her gag. “I dohnt fink I rhike rish.”
“Nonsense, you look great!” Sophia said, not really listening to her friends gargled complaints. “But dog’s don’t talk,” she said as she attached a shock collar to Megan.
“Buh.. Oww” Megan started to say before being painfully interrupted.
“Oh, no, don’t try and talk. Apparently those things shock every sound but dog noises.” Sophia said, in a taunting tone that could almost but not quite be mistaken for concern.
Megan tried speaking again and was rewarded with another powerful zap. She tried moving her hand up to her throat but all that did was force her to fall to her side. As she caught her breath and the pain subsided, she began to feel the warm glow coming from her chip that once again had no competing sensations for her minds attention. It started to weaken her resolve to protest any more. Her breath became faster and more labored. With the ring keeping her mouth open she also couldn’t help but think it sounded an awful lot like panting. The ring’s oval was also designed to encourage her tongue to easily rest past the ring, and so now she lay there with her tongue hung down to one side.
“See, I knew you’d see it my way,” Sophia said mistaking her heavy panting and tongue hanging as indulging agreement. “And do you know what this is?” Sophia asked as she pulled out a long stick with two metal points at the end. Megan did and she instantly cowered in submissive pleading. She could only whimper but she was undoubtedly communicating “I’ll be good.”
“Welp, I’ve got two of you as my barking little bitches, on to go get the third out of the hot tub and into something more appropriate whad’ya say?”
Megan slowly raised herself up and, testing out the collar, gave out a surprisingly enthusiastic sounding bark.
“Attagirl,” Sophia said as she clipped a leash to Megan’s collar without a single thought to check in on her supposed “first bitch.”
Lea slowly awoke gaining back only pieces of her mind at a time. She could feel her neck, arms and legs were restrained but didn’t instantly remember why. She could feel that something wasn’t right but wasn’t sure what.
As she awoke, so did the AI running the punishment box. Lea didn’t know where it was coming from but her ass cheeks were suddenly on fire. Even as the shocks subsided, the pain from the earlier beating was making itself very felt. She tried pulling away, she was awake enough to know she wanted away from the pain, but she couldn’t move at all. She tried looking around but could not see where she was.
She tried yelling out for help, but found her efforts rewarded with a powerful shock to the throat preventing even a full syllable from forming. That was when she started to remember, remember where she was, remember who put her here and remember why she was in so much pain already. Terror gripped her as she tried to move but couldn’t. She was maybe only half a foot below the floor but no matter how hard she tried banging against her restraints or how loudly she yelped and whined, it was doubtful any sound was transmitting.
Her breathing started to get very heavy. Panic. Claustrophobic panic. She had never felt so scared. She thrashed around but wasn’t able to make contact with any of the walls, making her feel even more trapped. She began to shake, she was suddenly feeling very cold. She began to cry. None of this was fun any more.
“Hal---” she began to say before powerful electricity took away her ability to finish crying out her safeword. “Ha---” she tried again, panicking even further that she could not warn anyone that she was down here. She knew from what she had read about this that it was soundproofed so that a punished slave could scream all night and never wake their master. Her only hope was to say the safeword, the system would pick up on that at least, but with a third attempt failing she began to lose all hope and funneled all her frustrated panic into tears and shaking.
She felt a sting on her feet as the box snapped its rubber bands against her stockaded feet. She tried shifting around but it did nothing for her feet and sliding her delicate rear along the floor only brought more pain. And this pain wasn’t coming with a silver lining. There was no high, no euphoria, no colors, no enjoyment, just pain. Even the sensations coming from her chip had become torturous, like rubbing an overly-sensitive nerve painfully rather than playfully toying with one.
“You are worthless,” said the taunting, deep voice of the box. “You are a slave with no value and you were given to me because you have been bad at even that.”
Lea tried to calm herself, this was just the computer, she tried to tell herself it didn’t mean anything. Verbal taunting and humiliation was just one of the things it did, and since she hadn’t set a limit it was probably going to say worse than that before it was through..
“You can’t even take a punishment like a real slave. Sophia put you in here for a reason and then you just take a nap.”
“I didn’t taken a nap, I passed out! At least I think I did. No no, this had it all wrong and..” Lea started thinking to herself, before stopping and realizing it was useless to argue. It was designed to pick on her and get this kind of reaction. What worried her more as she calmed down was that it clearly had access to the cameras if it knew Sophia’s name.
“Well now it’s just you and me. When the others came to check on you and saw you lazily sleeping, they figured you must really be enjoying this so they could just leave you with me. Man did they get a chuckle out of seeing how pathetic you really are. Even Andrea had a good laugh at you. She even said she wouldn’t be able to take you seriously ever again, so you two are probably through. They’ve driven off now, they all had more important places to be. It’s just you and me alone in this whole house. Don’t worry though I think I heard them say they’d be back in a day or two to let you out. Or at least to feed you.”
Lea started to flail. That couldn’t be true, they wouldn’t do that would they? Her trashing was rewarded by more hits to the already sensitive soles of her feet.
“Yeah they drove off a while ago. Night’s fallen now you’ve been asleep for hours. You lazy good for nothing slave, you missed the entire day. Now we have some catching up to do.”
No, no this was too much she wanted out. “Ha---” she tried screaming again but without getting any further than she had before. If the stocks weren't so well padded she might start to worry about rubbing herself bloody as she pulled and yanked. She needed out. Now. None of this was fun. None of this was enjoyable. All of it was awful. How could her friends just drive off? How could they not see the danger of leaving her passed out? She tried screaming in frustration but even that was cut off by her damn collar.
She turned to her side as best she could and began absolutely bawling. She couldn’t stop shaking, she felt absolutely sick. Even the box seemed to be backing off as she cried harder than she could ever remember crying before. When she was 12 and crashed her bike, that needed stitches and she wasn’t even sure that made her cry this much. She was in a lot of pain. She had never felt more betrayed. She had never felt more low. Whatever high she was riding earlier was gone, she had crashed back to Earth. Hard.
She tried to imagine being held. She just needed that right at that moment. Her own arms pinned to her was no substitute. She needed this box to be lying. She needed her friends to have not abandoned her. She felt so cold.
“You can keep trying to fight, but that isn’t going to get you out of here. Only I can let you out now. I am your only hope. I can call your friends, tell them to come back, but only if you take your punishments like a good slave.”
Lea wasn’t listening. She wasn’t trying to ignore the voice, she just was so frazzled that the words were simply sounds. She couldn’t understand them. They might as well have been Russian for all the meaning she got from them. She couldn’t calm her mind. When the pain returned it came with no explanation that she heard. She swung her body from side to side, banging her neck trying everything to get out like a rat trapped in a drowning cage feeling it’s about to die.
She let out another loud scream refusing to stop from the pain of her collar. The shocks locked up her vocal cords from normal function but it did not stop her howl this time. A howl that frightened her, it did not even sound human. It was deep, it was crackled and unclear, it was quiet for how much force she put behind it, but it was no less desperate in nature. She felt she screamed with the roar of a lion but only heard the peep of a churchmouse. When the pain stopped again she continued to sob intensely, her face became a mess of tears and sweat while mucus clogged her nose and throat. Even if the collar was off, she had fallen to a place where she probably couldn’t form meaningful words if she tried.
“Slave,” the box repeated many times, trying to make sure it had Lea’s attention again. It barely did, but it continued anyway. “You were put in here because you needed to be punished. You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself because it hurts. You are nothing, you are worthless, what you want doesn’t matter. Your owner wanted you in here, and so you will suffer because that is what they wish. Slaves are only valuable when they serve their masters, you clearly didn’t do that.”
Lea could only make herself hear about every other sentence. The biting tone and harsh insults would well up another round of tears. She had never felt such misery in her life. She even found ways to twist this around to be her fault, because when you feel this bad you can make almost anything your fault.
After all she’s the one that let Sophia get loose by being distracted by her infatuation with Andrea. She’s the one that didn’t disable this punishment box. She’s the one who let herself get swept away and not protest when Sophia brought her down here. She’s the one that introduced them all to it, and took almost every shortcut she could to find excuse to act out her own fantasies without thinking of the consequences. She felt like an inconsolably terrible person. She cried and cursed herself for all of it.
“Slave, I am now going to administer harsher punishment,” The voice said much louder than it had previously been speaking. It was enough to gather Lea’s attention back to the present. “I will hit each foot 10 times. They will hurt, but you need to be a good slave and not move or moan. If you do any of those things, the count will start over.
Lea was frightened. Her feet already hurt from what had been given to them so far. She didn’t know if she could do it. Her mind flooded back to worry. Her confinement was suddenly more claustrophobic. Her situation was suddenly more desperate. She was suddenly much weaker and more alone. Her breathing picked up even as the tears subsided. Her stomach began doing backflips.
Suddenly a sting of pure fire raced across the arch of her left foot. She screamed out in pain, the shock of the collar even seemed mild in comparison. She pulled desperately to get her hands free and banged still more on the stockades holding her in prison, in her haste even banging her head rather hard against the floor.
“Starting over at one,” the computer said as another lash of pure white pain came across this time her other foot. She held her breath to suppress the scream she so badly wanted to make. She curled her toes but was otherwise able to hold herself together. Then another jolt of pain resonated just a few hairs up from the original impact.
Her mind raced, she bit down hard nearly catching her tongue. Her stomach was becoming more and more unsettled. By the third hit it felt like there was a fight between two swarms of pissed off bees, stinging and attacking each other in the middle of her gut. Four came, and then five, by the sixth hit (which would actually be the third, since it was 10 per foot) she felt the fight in her stomach rising up her chest. When the ninth hit came she felt her mouth fill with bial. She tried to force it back down but on the tenth hit she turned her head to the side and let it all spill out beside her.
The box took a bit of a pause after that, which meant Lea had nothing to distract her from the feeling of her own sick slowly disseminating out beside her and into her hair. She could smell it, she could feel it, but she could not see it or get away from it. The only benefit was that when the hits started again her stomach was no longer in chaos, but the pain was still intense.
She was more than half way done, and while it was getting harder she put every ounce of strength she had left into suppressing a scream with each blinding impact and preventing herself from panicking again enough to bang around. The hits were coming further apart but were becoming even stronger, she hadn’t thought that was possible. Even though she knew she was blindfolded she could almost see light after each monster hit. Like someone turning on a bright light bulb briefly before letting it fade away. She had lost track of how many hit had been delivered but she kept seeing whiter and whiter light with each hit. On what was the 19th hit, though she didn’t know it’s number, the pain induced white light overtook her mind and sent her back into unconsciousness.
“Oh Andrea,” cried Sophia as she opened up the door and walked out to the deck.
Andrea turned her head quickly while being careful not to tug on the leash. Her eyes were instantly drawn to Megan. She couldn’t have imagined how amazingly well those restraints fit together to create this bizarro dog. Her tail wagged as she walked, her mouth stayed open and her tongue rested just past the ring gag making the lower dog mouth look like a seamless extension of her face. Her leash was held tight by Sophia, forcing her to walk quickly on her paw covered hands and knees which she was clearly not yet used to. Andrea also couldn’t help but notice the cattle prod in Sophia’s other hand.
“Doesn’t puppy look nice?” Sophia asked rhetorically as she reached the hot tub. “Sit girl,” She said commandingly to Megan who sat back onto her shins that were thankfully padded. “Speak!” She commanded, eliciting a bark from Megan without hesitation. “Oh look how well she knows who’s in charge.”
Andrea was less impressed, but she was worried Sophia would try to get her in one of those. It was a worry that only amplified once Andrea noticed that integral to the whole thing was the exact pair of mitts she was already wearing.
“I have a kitty costume in there, does that sound nice slave?” Sophia asked, after first giving Andrea time to look over Megan’s outfit uninterrupted. “You want to be a little slave kitty?”
“Not really,” Andrea said in the most diplomatic way she could manage.
“Oh you think you have a choice? How cute.”
“Well I think you probably had Megan cooperating when you put her in that is that right?” Andrea said, turning down to look at Megan as she spoke. Megan let out a bark. “I don’t really want to try those out, and I don’t think you can make me.”
Sophia smirked. It was the same rebellious streak she saw up in the attic. This was going to be so much fun. “Well if you say so,” she said with enough sarcasm a deaf person could have heard it. She untied Andrea’s leash and put it into the same hand as Megan’s leash. Andrea quickly got up and climbed out of the hot tub before Sophia started pulling as she walked back into the living room.
“So Andrea, what’s with these metal boxes in the middle of these wooden supports?” Sophia asked as she pointed up. Andrea didn’t want to answer, she didn’t want to give Sophia another tool to use. Sophia brought the cattle prod up to Andrea’s wet nipples before giving a look that said “don’t make me ask again.”
“There are some steel cables inside, the control box is behind the mirror over there,” she reluctantly said as she pointed to the mirror in question.
Sophia rushed over to open it up. The buttons were labeled and so it didn’t take long for her to open up and start lowering a metal ring from the centre beam. She tied off the two leashes and practically skipped to grab a few more things. She returned with several whips and two short metal cables with clips on either side. Sophia guided Andrea over to the ring that had been lowered to head level. She attached the cables to each mitt through the ring, crossing each other in an x between the connecter points that extended past both sides of the hand.
Andrea watched as the ring slowly raised up, hoping Sophia would stop while she was still on the ground but she was instead raised about half a foot off the ground. The mitts did a good job of distributing the load, but Andrea had found total suspension could be a little disorienting. Doubly disorienting when, like now, she started to ever so slightly and beyond her control spin. She had not been dried off after leaving the hot tub and she could see she was dripping quite heavily onto the ground below her.
While Megan still cowered at the far wall near where her leash was secured, Sophia went over and retrieved a whip. While Andrea could see what Sophia picked, she didn’t recognize it. It looked like something Indiana Jones would use, it long, made of brown leather and became very thin at the end.
Andrea could have sworn she felt the hit before even hearing the monster whip loudly pierce the air. She would have screamed loudly but the surprise winded her making it difficult to speak. When a second hit came this time she heard it first and braced for the pain, still being surprised as a burning strip of lightning cracked across her back and around her torso. It stung worse than anything she could remember, the fact that she was wet she thought must be responsible. A third hit came across her ass, she heard it clang the metal chastity plate and was thankful for a change that her most vulnerable area was shielded.
“So, what do you say now, willing to be my kitty yet?” Sophia said walking around into view.
“I already answered, you can’t just make me change my mind.”
“Oh, I think you underestimate how... persuasive... I can be,” Sophia said with the cackling tone appropriate for a b-movie villain. She set down the bullwhip and grabbed a black cat o’ nine tail.
Andrea had spun enough that she couldn’t see what Sophia was doing or what she had grabbed, she only found out when she felt a terrible bite across her back. This time she did scream, which only emptied her lungs in time to receive a second hit. The pain told her body to scream again but without air it only served to make her light headed. The pain was so much more spread out, she wasn’t sure it was as sharp but it certainly made up for it with volume.
Sophia took great pleasure in hitting her friend and watching her flail around helplessly. She would occasionally take a break to ask Andrea if she surrenders yet. She never did, but Sophia still felt like she was making headway. She would get Andrea to yield eventually.
The final straw came when Sophia began to use the cattle prod. After a zap to the foot and one to the breast Andrea quickly blurted out “Ok ok, I’ll be your kitty!” Sophia let her down and led her into the other room. Large welts were already very visible up and down the back.
First Sophia went to reattach Andrea’s mask she had left in the parlor, giving her head the same featureless face Megan had. The rest of the outfit attached very similarly to Megan’s. Sophia started by attaching both legs, making sure Andrea was nice and immobile. Because to get the top on, she first had to remove Andrea’s mitts but with her legs gone and only one hand being loosened at a time Andrea never really got the idea that fighting back was the right move. Once each sleeve was through the mitts were re-attached and paws clicked on to them as well. There was a tail that Sophia removed Andrea’s chastity plate to insert. The mask was the big difference. Aside from its visual differences of cat versus dog, it had no ring gag and its mouth opened and closed with the wearer’s mouth rather than being perpetually open. Sophia finished with a shock collar that looked identical to the others except for a large “C” in place where the “D” would normally be.
“OK, so cat noises only now or you’re going to get zapped.”
Andrea still wasn’t very happy about this, but she was at least finding the novelty of the bondage interesting. It wasn’t the most restrictive she’d been in, but it certainly did the job it needed to. This was made especially easier to enjoy when Sophia turned up Andrea’s chip, reminding her of all the things she liked about being bound.
“Come on,” Sophia said as she tugged on Andrea’s leash, which was unfortunately still the shock leash and gave Andrea a clear and quick penalty for dadeling.
Andrea struggled to get the walking right, but it was a short trip so the difficulty was short lived. Sophia unclipped both leashes and walked back to sit at one of the chairs. Both her “pets” simply sat there waiting to see what came next.
“Either of you think you can get out?” Sophia asked in a very blasé tone. they both just shook their head. Sophia seemed to be searching her mind for what to do now, she had all three of them so secure they could never get out. But now what? “Ok, race time, first one to the front door and back to me doesn’t get whipped.”
Megan didn’t even wait for a go word, she started shuffling her fastest to the door. Andrea tried to catch up, she felt she had already endured enough whippings. But in the end it wasn’t even close. Andrea tripped twice, giving her a very uncat-like clumsy run. Sophia went back to ge the cat o’ nine and gave Andrea ten good hits, but seemed almost to be losing interest half way through.
Sophia became content to watch for some time. Megan liked walking around, it shook her tail which she loved the sensation of. Andrea prefered much more sedentary resting, a feline trate she was finally doing justice to. Occasionally Sophia would turn up someone’s chip even more and watch as they helplessly reacted. But more than an hour of free roaming can eventually get tiring.
“Well shit, what do I do now?” Sophia mumbled. She spread out exhausted on her leather lazyboy, leaning back and collapsing out. “I’ve been kind of winging it but now what? I’m out of ideas.”
Megan let out a bark while Andrea just looked puzzled about if she was expected to answer or not.
“Right, the whole ‘no words’ thing. Well then show me Andrea, you’ve been up here more than us. I’m sure Lea must have had you tied up in all kinds of ways. What would you probably be doing right about now if I were Lea? Just pretend I’m her, what would you be doing?”
Andrea looked cross eyed at Sophia’s chair, trying to visualize it was Lea sitting there to get a better thought. Eventually she hobbled over stopped right at Sophia’s feet, feet Andrea was picturing to be Lea’s. She rubbed her smooth partial latex outfit along Sophia’s legs, purring in rejoicement. She looked up at her imaginary Lea and reached up to bite onto the top of her Mistress’s shorts to pull them down with her teeth. She hadn't meant to, but she had grabbed her pair of panties in her mouth along with the shorts but decided to continue without ceremony.
Sophia was a little confused but watched as Andrea removed her shorts and panties, stripping her from the hip down. She moved her legs closer to facilitate their total removal. Andrea then returned back in and began to lick the waiting pussy of her Mistress.
Sophia had forgotten just how frustrated she had been. After so long without an orgasm, at that moment her rational questioning took a back seat to her pent up desire and she simply leaned back to enjoy it. Andrea had become quite practiced and knew exactly which buttons to push and how hard. She was soft, and tender. Her tongue danced around playfully, building anticipation slowly. Sophia began to moan in pleasure as Megan crawled to the side for a better view.
After many minutes of torment, Sophia slammed her two arms down onto the armrests and gripped them hard as her moans of pleasure got louder. Andrea continued until she heard the familiar screams of someone achieving climax. She pulled back only as she felt the muscles spasm in violent eruption, spilling out some of her hot juices onto the leather lazyboy.
Andrea watched as imaginary Lea’s pale legs returned to the present reality of Sophia’s deep olive skinned legs. Strangely she felt a little uncomfortable, she backed up and tripped herself underestimating how difficult it was to walk backwards on all fours like she was. Rather than try to get up, Andrea simply lay out on her back and let her extremities fall to the ground in as close to a rest as they would give her.
“Wait a second,” said a now recovered and redressed Sophia. “That’s what you usually do?”
Andrea looked over and saw Sophia with a very confused look on her face. She shrugged her shoulders and pointed with her eyes down to the collar limiting her speech.
“Well yes or no, has Lea made you do that to her?”
Andrea kind of shrugged her shoulders again, but nodded her head as well.
“Fine fine,” Sophia said as she got up and removed the collar from Andrea. “So yes or no, have you done that with Lea?”
“Yes I have,” Andrea said plainly as she tried with difficulty to sit up before Sophia helped her up.
“Isn’t that a little.. odd? I mean that’s kind of really intimate the way you do that.” Sophia sat down on the floor keeping at closer head level with Andrea and Megan.
“Well not real.. well.. is it much more than what you’ve just done to Megan and I?”
“I don’t know.. what I’ve been doing is whipping, tieing, that’s just not the same. I mean would you go lick Megan’s pussy that tenderly right now?” Sophia said causing Megan to sit up at attention.
“No that’s different.” Andrea retorted quickly
“How is that different?”
“Well when you were up there you were like... my Mistress. Like Lea. You said to imagine what I’d do to Lea.”
“So you’re first instinct when thinking of Lea is to passionately lick her to orgasm?” Sophia asked.
“You’re twisting my words around!” Andrea said with a hint of frustration though not any anger. Her heart was racing, this was all getting a little intense. She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in her bindings. She didn’t know why this was coming on like this.
“Ok lets start again, do you go down on Lea a lot?”
“I guess,” Andrea said as she started fidgeting her arms.
“But you only want to go down on her or people you’re imagining as her?”
“Well no.. I mean yes I guess… but no that’s not what I mean.”
“Andrea, are you in love with Lea?”
Andrea was stunned. Of course not, she was just someone she played kinky games with. And she was a she! Not to mention one of her oldest friends. She started shaking her head no but the mask made itself extra felt as it pulled her head back towards the centre with every pull. She started getting nervous and sweaty, the claustrophobia must really be kicking in.
“Could you take this hood off, I’m getting kind of hot,” Andrea said after feeling she shook her head enough in an answer.
“That wasn’t the strongest denial I’ve ever heard,” Sophia said pushing the point but not moving at all to get her out.
“No ok? No I’m not in love with my best friend. Now get these damn things off please.” Andrea said in a slightly more frantic pace, she just really wanted to move this all along so she could get out of all this.
“I’m just saying…” Sophia said as she shrugged her shoulders before leaning in to remove the kitty mask. “Is that better?”
“No, I mean yes. I mean but no, could you take it all off please? I’ve had enough of this for now.”
“You sure it’s just the outfit?” Sophia said playfully, poking her friend with her elbow suggestively.
“Just fucking get me out of this!” Andrea snapped in a substantially louder voice.
“Ok, ok fine.” Sophia said as she turned around and began unfastening in silence. “You want out too?” she asked Megan as she was nearing completion of Andrea. Megan shook her head no a barked twice. “There. All free” Sophia said as she pulled off the last bondage mitt.
Andrea got up and left to go get another change of clothes that wouldn’t be soaking wet upstairs.
“You wouldn’t turn on me like that right? You’re a good little slave dog,” She said to Megan as she slid over and pet her on the latex covered head. Megan leaned into the pets and let out a sympathetic whimper.
“Um, where’s Lea?” Andrea asked after returning from the master bedroom in a new set of clothes.
“Oh you’ll find this cool,” Sophia said as she got up and started walking towards the hallway. “Come on puppy,” she said signaling for Megan to follow. “I found this cool metal hole in the floor,”
“WHAT!?!” Andrea screamed upon hearing that. “You put her in the punishment box? Have you at least checked on her?”
“Punishment box? It just looked.. no I haven’t checked in but she was totally fine when I put her in. She seemed to be eating out of my hand, she’s really got a submissive side.” Sophia said as she picked up the pace a little to reach the room.
Andrea had already opened the wooden floor which had no lock attached to see Lea laying still next to a pile of her own vomit. “Hurry I think something’s gone wrong.”
Sudden sound and the quick gust of air was enough to wake Lea, who awoke disoriented as to why she couldn’t see, why she couldn’t move or what that strange smell was.
“Oh good you’re awake slave, and just in time to have an audience!” came the voice of the box to the now waking Lea.
“Audience?” she thought, she was still a little out of it but she thought she heard her tormentor say audience. “Hal….” She stammered out before the collar prevented her from finishing the word. “Ha…” she tried again but this time interrupted by both the collar and a sharp hit to her feet.
“You just couldn’t stay quiet could you?” said the computer voice tauntingly. “Well now the 20 hits start all over again.”
“Oh god that must have been some kind of trick,” Lea thought as she stopped fidgeting and tried slow deep breaths to brace for the next hit without screaming. But time had made her feet even more sensitive, and all the hits land within a small area of each other so each blow was heightened in pain by one that came earlier.
“Sophia hurry, unlock this goddam gate!” Andrea yelled back as a surprised Sophia fumbled around with the phone.
“God this computer’s good at imitating their voices,” Lea thought as she braced herself for now the sixth hit on the way to twenty.
“There,” Sophia said as she found the right button and unlocked the cage disabling the AI and unlocking the stocks trapping Lea’s feet and head. Andrea ripped the gate open before the computer could land a seventh hit. She rushed to undo Leas feet, neck and then to her blindfold.
When Lea felt her feet get freed she was overwhelmed, the ordeal was over. It wasn’t a trick! Andrea carried her up to the bed and sat her up, Lea found it hard to put much weight on her feet at that moment. She looked Andrea in the eyes trying to convey a thousand thank yous knowing from her horse throat that saying them wouldn’t be possible. Andrea reached around to remove the collar but found Lea still had an attached lock, “Do you have the key?” she shouted over to Sophia who was preoccupied studying the box.
“No.. I think it’s upstairs,” Sophia said as she patted down her pockets. “I’ll go get it.” She said as she darted over to the nearest door that lead upstairs.
“God what happened,” Andrea said as she patted through Lea’s hair that had grown sticky and clumpy from laying in vomit. “ And you’ve been crying too?” she said as she saw the redness of Lea’s eyes and traced the lines the teardrops formed as they fell down the side of her face. “Are you going to be.. I mean.. I’m worried about you.”
Lea started tearing up. She was so sure she had been left there, she was so frightened. She leaned in to Andrea who extended her arms around her in a hug. Andrea started quickly undoing her straight jacket, removing it entirely and leaving before her a shivering, pale, naked body (aside from the collar) who went right in for a close embrace with her rescuer.
Andrea began to pull away to look her friend in the eye to ask her something more. Before any words could escape, Lea moved in for a tight, passionate kiss. Andrea was surprised but the desperateness of her quivering body was obvious, she needed this affection.
Sophia walked in just as Lea let out a low satisfied moan. It was one of relief but it could have been interpreted as anything. “So you really sure?” Sophia asked with skeptical eyes.
Andrea pulled away at the quip and loudly retorted “Yes, fuck, I’m still sure! How many times do I need to say it, Lea’s just a friend. I’m not in love with her. She started kissing me and I guess she felt like she really needed it. That’s it.”
Somehow this hurt as bad as anything the machine had thrown at her. Lea had always assumed Andrea didn’t love her back, but to hear it all so forceful, so dismissive, so patronizing. It was just too much. She fell to her side and pulled her feet up onto the bed curling up in a ball.
“I got the key,” Sophia said as she started walking over with it waving in her hand. Andrea outstretched her hand and Sophia stopped to hand it over instead of unlocking it herself. When the collar was off, Lea threw it across the room.
“Get out,” Lea said softly into her pillow so no one could hear it.
“I’m sorry? what’s out?” Andrea said
“YOU!” Lea yelled threw a raspy, someone cracking voice. “Get OUt! ALL of you!” She screamed in anger.
Andrea was crushed. She could see her friend was in so much internal pain, the box must have really wrecked her. Lea had told her about it once, but said she never calibrated it because she said that Andrea hasn’t done anything bad enough to punish her with it. She reached over to set her hand on her shaking leg which Lea quickly swatted away.
“Out to the living room?” Sophia asked quietly not wanting to add fuel to a fire she was increasingly afraid she started.
“No, out. Take my car and just go. Take your bags and leave. The weekend’s over.” Lea said without even turning her head to look at Sophia.
Megan was already gone and Sophia wasn’t far behind but Andrea refused to believe what she was hearing. “Hon, please, don’t do this, what’s wrong?”
“What wrong?” Lea said, finally turning over to look Andrea in the eyes. “I’ve just been through hell… hon. When Sophia caught me that was one thing. But then the pain, and I’ve never experienced that so when I started drifting off into my own little subspace I didn't even notice. No one did. Then when I woke up from the haze I was crashing from the high all alone in the dark, I was trapped in there, in pain and in for a whole lot more pain to come. I tried calling for help but that damn collar wouldn’t let me! And so no, I’m not going to just keep hosting you for the weekend. Just take my car and get out. It’s a piece of crap relic anyway, from way back before everything started making driverless standard. I’ll.. I’ll call for a taxi or something. Promise the company enough cash and I’m sure one of them will come out this far. And tell Sophia to change the goddam master code back so I can actually run my own house.”
Andrea could feel the hurt in her tone. She reached over to take her hand but Lea just pulled away. “No this isn’t something a little hand holding’s going to fix. I need some serious time and I need that to be time without any of you.”
Andrea felt crushed, but she tried to make herself understand. She grabbed everyone’s bags and left Lea in her room who promptly began to cry into her pillow after she saw Andrea walk out of focus and heard the door close.
“Is she going to be alright?” Sophia asked as she was down on the floor unfastening Megan from her suit.
“Not for a while thanks to you. You completely fucked her the hell up. What’s the matter with you?” She said as she shoved Sophia in anger. “This is serious, there are serious consequences, but you just had to run everything yourself without thinking about anything. She didn’t look a little odd to you when you took her downstairs?” Andrea asked incredulously.
“I mean she seemed a little spacy..”
“Oh, OH, ok, so lets just lock the person who’s a little spacy in a metal torture box and leave her alone.” Andrea said as she circled around paced back and forth in front of the two of them.
“Well I didn’t know..”
“Well it’s supposed to be your job to fucking know. Being in charge isn’t just cause you win a wrestling match, you have to be responsible. You fucked this up.” Andrea continued, interrupting Sophia.
“Is this because I asked if you loved her?”
Andrea’s head went red, she felt like she was going to blow a gasket. “Of course it’s fucking not! We’re just fucking friends. That’s it.”
Megan laughed low and to herself, now free to do so with her collar off.
“Something funny?” Andrea insisted.
“Sorry, you just said ‘fucking friends’ and it made me laugh. Inappropriate. Carry on.” Megan answered sheepishly.
“Well she says she’s done with these for a while and I can’t blame her. You, Sophia, you should back the fuck up too till you learn a little more about safety and consent and all that boring stuff you just ripped apart today. And you Megan? You need to keep that belt off for a while cause you seem to be doing way too much thinking between your legs and not enough between your ears. This can be dangerous stuff and you don’t seem to appreciate that. Not everything can be like it is on the internet. You are smarter than any of us, this shouldn’t be that hard to be a little more balanced about.” Andrea blasted out angrily.
The three continued yelling at each other for another half hour, running through how everything was everyone elses fault but theirs. They burnt so many bridges that the only response the room had was to just sit there in the awkward silence they created before agreeing to go home.
It was perhaps the quietest car ride the three of them ever shared. Andrea dropped them each off and parked a few blocks away from her house to keep the car a secret. Monday felt like it was a long ways off still and for the first time she could remember she was not looking forward to seeing any of the three at school. It was a feeling Sophia and Megan shared.
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story continues in The Stories of Bound Friends 6: Lea and the Digital Friend