Executive Enslavement

by Bruce McLachlan

  Clutching to her owner, Samantha tried again, and this time she succeeded in reaching the bloated peak diameter of the ball.

  “I... it’s... aaaooooow! Oh! Oh! Unnngh!”

  Her sore anus rode the nodule-encrusted exterior and finally closed. The ball dropped to the floor and the bells within chimed as it bounced then rolled to a halt. Samantha sagged and her face and hands slipped down Lady Morgana’s legs until she was curled on the floor. Lingering at the Mistresses heels, Samantha stayed in a ball of recovery.

  “You can stay there for awhile, slave. I need a footstool,” she said and slid back into her chair.

  Samantha lifted up and formed into a more stable huddle. She closed her eyes with rapture as the feet of her owner settled upon her bare back.

  “Begin the preparations,” Morgana said absently, and the two female slaves sprang into action.

  Tom and Thumper walked over, cleared the items off Tobin’s cell, and put them on a small table. Hefting him into the air, they ferried him out of the room. Again, Samantha could only imagine what was on Morgana’s mind. Whatever it was, after the rigours of Mistress Carol it would be a welcome alternative.

  Lady Morgana took up the remote control and switched the television on. She flicked through a number of cable channels and Samantha was perturbed as the outside world finally managed to intrude. She had not watched or read anything media related in what seemed like forever. The machinations of politics, countries, crime, epidemics, disasters, and the inane diversions from brutish reality had been forsaken since she had first started to lose her grip on financial security. Now that she was in her refuge of ownership and sexual slavery, she resented its return. For a moment she felt her gall rising but then, she eased her choler. The horrors of the outside world, its pitfalls, cruelties, and traps could not reach her in this fortified bastion of submission and dominance. Lady Morgana had the means and wealth to protect and nurture her pets, to sustain them and keep them from harm.

  Samantha listened with amusement as the world continued its private pell-mell dash for success, wealth, and power. It was a race she no longer cared for or had a part in.

  After a short time, Lady Morgana checked the clock and with an excited sigh switched off the set. Taking her feet off Samantha she stood up and stretched her elegant limbs.

  “Now, I have a little treat in store for you. Come with me,” ordered Lady Morgana.

  Samantha followed her owner out of the lounge and down the passages of the large building. The sunlight of a late afternoon streaked through the trees and poured through the windows. A door was opened and she was shown into a bedroom.

  The chamber was large and furnished in a Bohemian style. It had a walk in closet that lay open to expose ranks of fetishist attire. There were items of every description and a monstrous selection of shoes and boots.

  The room also bore a dressing table, some ornate wooden cabinets, and a massive bed with metal posts that reached up to a silken canopy. Upon the posts were a number of small rings whose purpose was immediately obvious.

  The male form that she had to assume was Tobin had been pinned to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. Sealed within a form-fitting cat-suit of latex, he was squeezed to the post by an overabundance of dense leather straps. His shins had been lifted up and locked to his thighs to leave him suspended and trapped. The riveted harness also kept his arms pinned behind him and deprived him of even the slightest movement.

  The same stern hood was laced down over his head but now his jaws were stretched wide by a massive gag that was trapped inside and which bulged against the leather. He looked out through the cluster of tiny holes and continued to breathe steadily and softly through the pair of holes for his nose.

  Another harness had been set over the helmet and reached back with leather straps to keep his head firmly up and immobile.

  “You’ll be joining him here, slave,” stated Lady Morgana.

  She walked passed the bed and ran her hand upon the other vacant metal post.

  Samantha merely stared at the details of the position she would soon be imitating while Lady Morgana went into the closet and armed herself with the necessary attire.

  With liberal amounts of talc and patience, Samantha was slowly inserted into a cat-suit that almost fit her perfectly. The slow process of being engulfed by the impermeable second skin enhanced her willingness to enter such bondage, and when Lady Morgana indicated the stake, Samantha skipped to it with merry strides.

  The upper regions of the harness were set to her body and caught the rings to keep her suspended. Her arms were drawn back and strapped tightly into place. Her ankles were snatched and pulled from the floor before being tightened via four dense belts to her thighs.

  An inflatable bladder was pushed into her mouth and ruthlessly swollen until it was creating a massive rictus. It swelled her cheeks and started to emerge from her mouth because of its sheer size.

  The hood was swiftly drawn down to combat the force of the gag. The tightness of the helmet closed her jaws against the balloon and made her struggle as the stern effects of contradictory forces fought against her aching mouth. Wheezing through her nose, she looked through the small pattern of holes and down at the bed. Samantha then felt her head being pulled back and set into irrevocable position.

  “And now for the show,” said the dominatrix. “Slaves!”

  The door opened and the two women strolled in together. They instantly kicked off their shoes and followed Lady Morgana as she flopped back onto the bed. Flicking off her own court shoes, she presented herself to the hungry eyes of all her slaves with a wicked grin.

  “Mmmm, now this is what I need,” she crooned.

  Morgana looked to the bound captives as the women slipped onto either side of her. Each lifted up one of her lithe legs and each woman took one side of her thong before drawing the garment up and from her.

  Tom leaned over and met the lips of her owner. Their tongues jumped forth and spiralled upon each other as the woman placed one delicate hand to Morgana’s breast and slowly stroked her nipples with a seraphic reverence. Thumper slipped down between Morgana’s legs and paused, wondering if she had permission to be so familiar with her owner.

  A rubber stockinged foot reached up, hooked the back of her neck, and pulled her down into place by way of an answer.

  Morgana arched and gave a purling moan as a flashing tongue started to pour into her pussy. Thumper’s gloved hands ran up and down Morgana’s legs, caressing her inner thighs and savouring the feel of the rubber-clad flesh of the dominant. The two layers squeaked at each other as the sounds of lapping tongues ruled the background.

  Samantha was in purgatory at the sight of such licentious sapphic indulgence. Every part of her wanted to wrench her body free of the bonds and join in, but despite her most vigorous struggles, there was nothing to be done. A thin veneer of sweat grew within the cat-suit, making the latex cocoon squirm against her like an aroused living layer of tight flesh.

  Tom’s kisses moved from Morgana’s mouth and trailed down her neck and to the peaks of her breasts. Each nipple was treated to soft sucks and a wild tongue tip. The woman’s fingers gently brushed around the firm flesh and explored her owner’s torso with obvious relish.

  Clearly each of them was taking full advantage of the unprecedented opportunity to let their hands wander and grope, to feel every part of the dominant that had seduced them, enslaved them, and now ruled them with absolute might. Their goddess was now on plain offer and there was no part of her that was deprived of the most passionate kisses or the most lecherous touches.

  Such was their level of arousal that on occasion they could not resist the temptation and each treated either themselves or the other to a few covert strokes of their pussy. Lady Morgana obviously noticed their minor disobedience, but did nothing because it was further frustrating her bound possessions as they watched the women do everything that they so badly wanted to, but could not.
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  The two dark rubber-clad forms adored the resplendent form of Morgana in every way they could. Their hunger to extend the time of their play served their owner well, for it also drew out her ascent to climax into a two hour long festival of intense salacious joy.

  When Morgana finally achieved orgasm her hands jolted out and grabbed fistfuls of the blankets. She gasped and strained to endure the effects of a cavorting female tongue, and once she had taken all she wished from the women, she leaned back and embraced her own naked torso with her latex-smothered arms.

  Knowing that their services were at an end, the two women shifted toward the head of the bed. They again took each other in their arms and embraced as they watched their owner catch her breath.

  “No kissing, you two. I’ll see to your pleasure tonight,” said Morgana.

  Her eyes were closed but it was clear that she knew precisely how the minds of her two slaves worked. She also knew that after such stimulus they could not be trusted with their own bodies. There was definitely no honour amongst aroused lesbian slave girls.

  “Belts. Now,” stated Morgana.

  “But, Lady Morgana, please,” complained Tom.

  “Didn’t we make you happy, Lady Morgana?” moaned Thumper.

  Their prurient looks melted to ones of disappointment as their opportunity to slyly take care of their wants was thwarted.

  “You are here to please me. You fulfilled your role adequately, and that’s all you did. You do not earn reward for that. You only earn it for impressing me, and you didn’t,” she said with a wide grin. “Now get the belts now or you’ll be wearing them for a lot longer than you care to.”

  Knowing that to continue to question the will of the superior would only extend their maddening chastity they jumped from the bed and went to the cupboards.

  Each of the strong forms removed a polished steel device. They looked at the metal construct with dismay then frowned as though something was wrong. With a flicker of amusement, they noticed the small engraved nameplate and swapped belts after realising that they had inadvertently picked up each other’s.

  Returning to their owner they stood to attention before her with heads lowered and the metal devices cradled in their hands.

  “In you go, slaves,” she purred.

  Morgana remained on the bed with her eyes closed as she listened to the sounds of their compliance. In the corners of her vision, Samantha could just about see what was occurring. She wanted to have a better view because she had a nagging idea that she would be duplicating the scenario at some point.

  Each woman opened a steel band that was lined with rubber to stop it from shifting easily. The band was closed about their waists and drawn tight so that the locks met and entered one another. The crotch piece of the belts had a wide front and tapered rear. The inner surface was again rubber lined but also had two plugs and areas of absorbent padding that would swallow any vibrations and prevent them using a toy to steal their pleasure.

  The two plugs were guided into their bodies and the fixtures at each end of the crotch piece were set to the waiting mechanism. Padlocks were slipped through the fastenings to deprive them of escape and they moved forward toward the bed.

  Morgana rolled aside and remaining inverted, she sealed each padlock. A quick jiggle then ensured that they were secure. With a grin she gave a light slap to each of the woman’s rumps and rolled back toward the centre of the bed.

  “Leave me,” commanded Morgana, dismissing the two women with an absent waft of a gloved hand.

  Tom and Thumper sidled from the room, each giddy with euphoria and plagued by frustration. The door closed and Lady Morgana moved up closer to her two restrained slaves.

  “Well, did you enjoy the show?” she asked.

  Placing her hand to the crotch of the male slave, she found it rigid with desire. Two hours of visual stimulation had left a lingering effect.

  “Well it’s obvious that you did. So maybe we can have another little show all of our own.”

  Morgana began to untie the male and once he was free, she told him to get out of the cat-suit. As he peeled off the slick layers of latex, Morgana began to unfasten Samantha then helped her from the suit as well. The other slave was more used to the innate demands of rubber wear and was more adept at extraction and insertion. Samantha, though, still needed a little assistance against the stretching clinging folds.

  It seemed that the cat-suit did not want to leave her. Each time she tried to get out, it hampered her movement and tried to pull her back in. Only with Morgana’s assistance did she defeat the jealousy of the beast and escape its clutches.

  “On the floor. On your knees. Both of you,” she ordered, and loitered at the end of the bed so she could watch them comply.

  Samantha and Tobin did as they were told. They were crazed with lust after the erotic carnal display, and their submissive flames were engulfing them. They had both sold themselves willingly to Lady Morgana, and mere words from her inviting lips controlled their bodies more effectively than even their own minds ever could.

  “I want to see you kiss,” she said with a smile.

  A little hesitantly, but unable to refuse such an order the two strangers turned to face each other. The male was slender of build with an attractive honest face and a short head of blond hair. Samantha moved closer and met his lips.

  “Put some passion into it or you go back on the bedposts!” warned Morgana.

  With such a threat of further heavy frustration they opened their mouths and let their tongues meet. The exchange began to heat up and their hands moved into play to feel the flesh of their fellow submissive. Samantha was surprised at how pleasurable she was finding the event. Their previous coupling had seen Tobin restrained and at her mercy, but now they played as equals. The problems she thought she might encounter failed to flare. This was not a client, rather it was another slave. Both of them were puppets to Lady Morgana’s will. Samantha continued to tell herself that if she was going to be a slave to sensation then she could not let the hang ups of her past affect that vaulted goal. Redirecting her passion to her partner she began to revel in his touches and moved closer into his arms.

  It felt good to be groped and fondled by someone who had just been bound as she had. The slight slick quality of their bodies from the sweat and the heady aroma of the rubber were still very strong upon them. The residual traits acted as an effective aphrodisiac to the two hopelessly addicted fetishists.

  They knew that they were comrades in slavery and should seize any chance to avail themselves of the opportunity to be with each other. Samantha had no idea as to who he was, or what had brought him into Morgana’s ownership but Samantha began to feel her libido accelerating and raging through her. She suddenly desired him with an unstoppable need.

  Samantha moved forward and parted her legs so that she could straddle the kneeling slave. Taking his engorged member she steered it to her sex and rubbed the tip against her pussy. Tobin gave a startled moan of rapture and leant back. Propping himself up on his arms, he draped his head back and quivered with ecstasy.

  Samantha rubbed him against her for a little longer, teasing herself and making her loins wet with lust. When she could deny herself no longer, she slowly lowered herself onto him and swallowed up his entire shaft. The male arched his chest and gave a croaking sob of pleasure.

  Reaching forward, she grabbed his shoulders and brought him back up so that he could kiss her breasts. The slave did so without hesitation. Gobbling up Samantha’s luscious assets he kissed them all over and let his tongue dedicate its attention to her nipples. His hands rolled on her hips and squeezed her rear as she rode herself up and down with an easy and savouring rate. The attention irked her welts but this only heightened her lust.

  The feel of his stiff member gliding into her, penetrating to the depths of her pudenda was marvellous. She could feel the warmth of his shaft, the throb of his pulse in it, and for the first time in what seemed lik
e forever, she fully exulted in being ravished by a male.

  Samantha could not hold off the desire to do more than just indulge this one act but it was clear that the slave was aware of her past and was not going to push her into anything unexpected. The concession to any phobia or hang-up that Samantha might still harbour toward men made her instantly more amiable and appreciative of him.

  She quickly jumped off Tobin and flipped over. Grabbing his shaft, she used it as the means to steer him. She brought him up and aimed him into her rear. His length was dripping with Samantha’s wanton juices and found no trouble in slipping into the anxious orifice. His hands clapped to her hips and held her tight as she moved back and slowly stole her penetration.

  As the head of his cock cleared her sphincter she dropped back and took him all at once. Samantha’s head jumped up and she unleashed a wail of bliss and hot aching pain as she felt his tumescent shaft thunder into her tracts and choke them with its swollen presence. Her head dropped to the floor and she panted and gasped while enduring the keen sensations.

  His hands slid up her spine, reached her neck, then trailed down to cup and travel about her breasts amidst soft caresses. Samantha churned her rear against him to beat the intruding shaft in tight circles as she got used to its presence. When the shock of her self-orchestrated penetration had ebbed, she began to rock herself back and forth, working herself against him in deep pumping motions.

  Samantha let him emerge from her on occasion then dropped back to feel the startling power of being opened and driven deeply into. Each time she treated herself to such a shove, a tremulous holler rumbled from her throat as the whole length of his penis was taken into her tracts.

  The touches to her breasts started to stray lower. Tobin leaned down and partially draped himself on her lower back so he could reach over her hips and with his fingers access her sex. Samantha pressed her cheek into the carpet and gave a whimper of libidinous fervour as she felt him delicately unearth the location of her clit then begin to stroke it. Samantha clenched her rear to his inserted length and continued her motions. The added tightness obviously delighted Tobin and his fingers immediately became more bold and energetic in their stimulation of her loins.