I felt ankle cuffs being locked around both my ankles, and immediately tried to wiggle to see how long the chain was. Unfortunately, it was the one that was only a couple chain lengths long. I then felt something slide over my hands. I knew from experience that my wife was attaching leather mitts to my hands, rendering them useless. I felt her tighten the belt strap around my wrist, and locked it in place with a small padlock. The next hand was done just as quickly, leaving me completely helpless.
“Okay you can get off him now,” Kelly said as Emma reluctantly removed her feet from my face and stood up.
“Roll over,” Kelly ordered as she nudged my side with her foot.
I rolled onto my back, and made eye contact with her.
“Look, I’m sorry honey okay? I just wanmphhhhh!” I was cut off by Emma’s foot stepping on my mouth. I thought about trying to free my face by squirming, which would’ve worked, but she would’ve just kept re-stepping on my mouth. I figured it wasn’t worth the effort and gave up.
“Can I gag him with my socks?” Emma asked.
“Mphmm Mphh!” I grunted through her foot while shaking my head, pleading with my eyes. I absolutely hated being gagged and my wife knew it, which meant that I was usually gagged whenever we played.
“Oh, yeah. I was gonna start easy and just use this ball gag,” my wife said, swinging the gag around her finger.
“Mphh Mphh!” I nodded. I hated gags but the ball gag would be cleaner.
“Hmm, okay then, socks it is” Kelly smiled at me.
Emma quickly took off her socks and scrunched them into a ball of black despair.
“Open wide!” she said, almost too enthusiastically. I knew that resisting at this point was useless so I opened my mouth. At this point, my only hope was to cooperate, and eventually they would get bored and release me in a few hours. Emma crammed her socks into my mouth, before Kelly leaned down and wrapped some duct tape around my face keeping them in. After about 3 rounds she bit it off and smoothed it along my face, before giving me a couple light slaps.
“There. We. Go.” She said on each slap. She then took a piece of tape and gently placed them over my eyes.
“Alright, stand up slave,” Kelly ordered.
It was difficult to do while blindfolded and with my hands and feet cuffed, but I managed to wiggle myself upright.
“Alright, we’re gonna go to the basement now. Emma and I will make sure you don’t fall, but take it slow okay?” Kelly said in a surprisingly loving tone.
“Mphhh Mphhh,” I nodded in the affirmative.
As they led me down the two flights of stairs and through the hallways, I could only think about my predicament. We had a pretty nice basement, with a hallway and multiple rooms. One of these rooms was where we stored most of our larger bondage gear, especially when guests came over. As I felt the last step on the last flight of stairs, I knew we were close.
“Lay down on the ground,” my wife ordered.
I shuffled to my knees and then managed to lay flat on the floor. I felt a cold piece of metal clamp shut around my neck, and then felt a sharp tug as my neck was pulled back. My legs were then pulled up, and attached to my handcuffs. I was now hogcuffed with an extra chain connecting the handcuffs to my metal collar. I knew from experience that there was nothing I could do but rock from side to side. The chain connecting my neck to my hands made it impossible to maneuver myself onto my knees, so I was helplessly bound on the ground. Suddenly the tape was ripped off my eyes and light flooded back in.
“Alright now that you’re secured, I’ll explain everything to you.” Kelly announced.
“I’ve wanted to tie you up for months now, and everytime I ask you, you refuse. Even when I offer just a short 30 mins you still say no, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I know you have around a month of vacation days, and I intend to keep you as my prisoner the entire time”
“Mphhmppphh?” I tried to ask. 36 days was way too long to be kept tied up like this! The longest we ever did was around a day, and that was when we had a long weekend. I wanted to believe that she was exaggerating, but the look in her eyes told me otherwise.
“How many vacation days do you have? And you better not lie to me” Kelly demanded.
“30?”
I shook my head
“Blink once for higher and twice for lower.”
I blinked once.
“40?”
I blinked twice
“35?”
Once
“36?”
I nodded my head.
“Good boy,” she patted my head. I grunted and shook my head in annoyance, looking at Emma trying to get my wife to also look. Normally this was just part of our play, but with Emma standing in the corner watching the entire event, I felt so humiliated. We were decently close friends with her and her husband, and I really didn’t like her seeing this side of Kelly and I’s marriage.
“Oh right! Emma’s role in all this. Emma wanna explain? I’m gonna go email Brian’s boss”
“Sure!” Emma said coming out of the corner. “Ummm, okay, this is gonna sound weird, but I guess this whole situation is already at max weirdness so I’ll just come out and say it.”
I was surprised that Emma was so shy considering the fact that she had gladly shoved her feet in my face, and her worn socks were currently in my mouth.
“So I have a major foot fetish,” Emma explained. “But not like other people. I really like when my feet are worshiped, or just given attention. I think it’s the feeling of power but also the way it physically feels. Anyways, Henry hates feet, and won’t even give me a foot massage no matter what. Anyways Kelly and I were talking and she offered to bring me in on her plan since she needed another to help just in case you resisted, which you did. Anytime she’s not playing with you, she’ll give me a call and I can come tort- I mean play with you instead!”
“Mphmphhh,” I quietly complained, as reality set in. They had obviously planned this out, and I realized that 36 days was not an exaggeration.
“Okay prisoner! I emailed your boss and he was surprised at the request, but in the end, okayed your request to use all your remaining vacation days!” Kelly said as she came back into the room. Emma left shortly after, but returned within a few seconds holding one of her shoes.
“We’re gonna go upstairs now, but we can’t leave you so comfortable since you did try to escape earlier,” Kelly joked.
“Get in the cage.”
We had a small rectangular cage with thick iron bars in our storage room. We almost rarely used it since it meant that Kelly couldn’t really do much to me. The bars offered protection as much as it did restraint. Kelly insisted that we get it though, since we never know what kind of mood we’ll find ourselves in.
She lifted the cage door and I had no choice but to roll myself in.
“Wait wait wait,” Emma said as she approached me with the shoe. She took some tape and held the opening of the shoe up to my nose.
“Mmphhhh,” I complained, and tried to thrash around. They smelled horrible. I guess before when her socks didn’t smell that bad, she must’ve not been working out. That scared me, because if her natural “clean” feet smelled that bad, I was in for a world of trouble. The cheesy, vinegary smell filled my nostrils and went straight to my brain, causing me to gag into my sock gag.
“Mmmmm, smells soooo good huh?” Emma said as she wrapped tape around the shoe and my head, holding it in place. After about 20 wraps she finally bit it off.
“Nice touch,” my wife smiled. “Now get in the cage.”
I couldn’t focus on anything but the shoe at the moment, which I tried to get off my rubbing my face on the floor. I suddenly felt a sharp jab of pain in my ribcage.
“I don’t repeat myself,” my wife towered over me.
“Mphhmp” I groaned in acceptance, and in pain from the kick. I rolled into the cage, and ended up on my left side. The cage door was shut, and locked with a thick padlock.
“There we go, nice and confined!” My wife exclaimed, smiling genuinely for the first time all day. “We’re gonna go finalize some plans and talk, so just hang tight and don’t go anywhere!”
They left the room, and turned off the lights. I heard the door lock click, and then footsteps leaving the basement.
“Mpmhhhh,” I groaned to myself and to them. I knew that there was a camera and microphone in the room set up for safety reasons, and my wife would be watching me. This was both a blessing and a curse, because it meant I wasn’t going to die, but I also would not be able to improve my position at all. If I somehow got the shoe off my face, they would see it and come reattach it, with some punishment added too. Speaking of the shoe, the smell was not getting better. I had initially hoped that I would get used to it, but the smell never relented. I tried to focus on the fabric and rubber smell, to avoid thinking about the nasty foot smell, but it was hard to concentrate. This was going to be a long 36 days.
Chapter 4: Dinner
It had been probably two and a half hours since my wife and her coworker left me, and by now I was getting hungry. I was guessing it was 7pm now, so definitely time for dinner.
“Click!” The door unlocked, and in walked my wife.
“Heyyy prisoner!!” she teased. “You hungry?”
“Mphmpp!!! Mphhphhh!” I nodded.
“Okay okay, calm down” she knelt by the cage. She reached through the cage bars and cut through the duct tape with some scissors, letting the shoe drop.
“Mphhhh Ymphhh,” I thanked her as I took a deep breath of fresh air. Well, basement-fresh.
“Hey,” her expression became very serious, but caring. “If this is too much let me know okay?” I know it’s weird bringing someone else into it but I think you’ll really come to enjoy it.”
“Mphmmm!” I nodded frantically. After all that begging, I guess I finally reached her sympathetic side.
Her expression slowly changed and turned into a cruel smile.
“Ohhh, you poor baby,” she grabbed me by the chin. “You really thought after all this work I would just let you go? You’re thinking like my husband right now, but for the next foreseeable future you are my prisoner and slave, understand?” she emphasized by shaking my head. “There is no hope of escape for you. I’ve waited way too long for this. The sooner you accept that the better.”
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