I'm Now My Wife's Bondage Slave Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – I'm Now My Wife's Bondage Slave Ch. 01 by barefeet_shackled,barefeet_shackled
I am my wife’s or more accurately now, my Mistress’s bondage slave. She has locked my hands in steel manacles, my bare feet in steel ankle shackles, locked me in a steel slave collar, and then locked me in a chastity cage making me truly her bondage slave.

I was told in no uncertain terms, that the manacle, shackles, steel slave collar and chastity cage were a permanent part of my “ensemble” as she put it. Also, being in bare feet was to remain permanent. No more footwear EVER!

How did this happen? How did she manage to shackle my hands and feet, put me in chastity and make me her bondage slave? Let’s go back to where it all started..

My girlfriend Susan and I had been together for a little over a year. We started a business together over the computer which after a few months became very successful. We were making a very nice income and life was good.

One day, out of the blue, we were passing a newsstand and had a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket, which is something we never even considered doing before. Unbelievably, it paid off to the amount of $500,000. We were astounded!

Well, after we paid the taxes on it, we bought a nice house way out in the country, as neither of us cared much for the city. Since neither of us had any close relatives, there was no problem moving far away from the city.

About 6 months in, we had everything set up the way wanted; furniture, decorations, etc.

A couple of nights a week, we would drive to the closet town for dinner and/or a movie. One night, after we got home, we started playing around on the couch. Suzie shed her shoes and put her feet up to my face.

“What are you doing Susan?” “Don’t you like my feet Mick? I remembered you tickling them the other night. You seemed to like them then?” “Well, yes, I like your feet just fine. But you took me completely by surprise.” Suzie got a quizzical look on her face, turned to me and asked “Do you like my feet?”

I thought for a moment and replied that I never gave it much thought. She said, “Let’s see if you do or not. Try kissing my feet and see how it goes and see if you like doing it or not.”

Well that night was the start of it. I realized she really loved getting her feet worshiped. Susan had a huge foot fetish, and I was happy to indulge her barefoot fetish, although I told her it didn’t really do anything for me. But I wanted to keep her happy, so I continued the foot worship.

It was 8 months after moving to the country, that we got married. As stated before, we had no close family, so we kept the wedding quiet and personal. After a quick honeymoon, we returned home to our online business which got even more lucrative than before. The foot worshiping also continued. Susan only would wear shoes when we went out somewhere; otherwise she remained barefoot in the house and also around our property. She couldn’t understand why I didn’t join her in going barefoot constantly. I told her that I didn’t feel the need or desire to go without shoes all the time, but was still glad to do foot worship for her.

One evening, Susan called me over to her computer to show me a website she had up. It had descriptions and pictures of various positions of metal bondage.

“What do you think Mick? Isn’t that cool?” I had no idea she was into any of that. “I think that’s kind of intense Sue, I’m not sure I’d want to get into anything like that. Do you?”

She got a faraway look in eyes and said, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s something to think about.” “Well, you think about it and tell me what you decide. I’m not promising anything though. We’ll discuss it, but no promises.”

About a week later, we were sitting on the couch with an after dinner drink getting ready to watch a movie that we were both looking forward to seeing. About 5 minutes in, I started getting sleepy and fell asleep. When I woke up, imagine my surprise finding myself locked in handcuffs and ankle shackles and with my feet bare. Suzie was standing over me with a big smile.

“What’s going on Sue? I thought you were going to think about this and then we were going to discuss it. Now I find myself handcuffed, shackled, and barefoot. You call this discussing it?” Susan laughed and said, “We are going to discuss it, but we are going to discuss it while you’re in bondage. You can get a taste of it while we talk about your metal bondage. Also besides your handcuffs, ankle shackles, and bare feet, you missed that you are locked in a slave collar.”

Sure enough, I was wearing a slave collar. She informed me it was a shock collar also to insure my obedience. I was getting pretty angry by now. What was she thinking by locking me in chains and a shock slave collar? “How long is this demonstration going to last? I didn’t agree to this. Please take these manacles, shackles, and slave collar off and bring back my shoes so we can talk about this further.”

Susan almost fell down laughing. “Oh Mick, you are really slow on the uptake! You just don’t understand! These metal bondage devices are a permanent part of your life from now on. Let me demonstrate the absolute control I have over you. I am going to remove your handcuffs, and you will re-cuff your hands behind your back for me. And here is why you will do it!”

With that, she pressed a button on her wrist, and I received a shock from the slave collar. I jumped in surprise. The shock wasn’t really bad, but it got my attention.

“Ok Mick: you just received the mildest shock I could give you; just to give you to understand that I have full control over you. That was the number 1 setting. If I were to turn the intensity to full, you would lose your bowels. That is how bad it would be. But I will be kind and only turn it up to 5 out of a possible 10. As of now, I am your Dominatrix and you are my slave. My permanent bondage and foot slave. You have not been bringing your best game lately during my foot worship sessions. This will now change! We are in the middle of nowhere, and what families we have, have no idea where we live or how to find us. Now, do what you’re told!”

She handed me the key for the handcuffs, and I didn’t want to experience the number 5 setting on the slave collar, so I dutifully unlocked the handcuffs, handed the key back to her and quickly relocked my hands behind my back. She checked to see that I closed the cuffs tight enough, and seeing that I did, told me to follow her.

“Susan, do you really intend to keep me chained up permanently? What about the business?” She stopped walking and looked at me and said, “You can still type on the computer with your hands chained. Your bondage won’t affect the business at all. And from now on slave, you will address me as Mistress or as My Mistress. My name is now forbidden for you to say. In addition: your name is forbidden for you to use. You are now just Slave. Is that clear?”

OMG this is getting more real by the second. She was giving me a hard look expecting an answer. “Y, Y, Yes Mistress.” I stuttered.

“Ok what is my name and what is your name?” “Your name is Mistress and my name is Slave, My Mistress.”

“That was very good Slave. Now I have a surprise for you. Come along.” I wasn’t about to disobey. “Yes Mistress.” I followed as best I could with my shackled feet. The shackle chain couldn’t be more than 18 inches, keeping me severely hobbled.

She took me to a book case, selected a book, tilted it out & pressed a decretive part of the book case. The wall opened and I was pushed through. This led to a staircase which went pretty far down. When we got to the bottom, she unlocked a steel door.

“You are going to be spending a LOT of time in here!” She then pushed me inside. I looked around and almost pissed myself! I was that terrified! It was a dungeon in the truest sense!

“When did this happen?” I said totally stupefied.

“I had a crew come in when we were out to make the updates.” I said, “But now there are people who know about this!”

“No, I made a lot of contacts, and the people who did the work are all BDSM people. The so called ‘Outside World’ has no idea of any of this.”

“This must have cost a fortune! Look at all of this!” “Oh don’t worry your little slave self about it. We, or should I say ‘I’ can well afford it. You can’t afford anything being my slave. You no longer have any money.”

I was getting really angry. “Susan, this has gone far enough! Unchain me, and we can talk about all this.” The pain that went through me brought me to tears and dropped me to the floor.

“Who Said You May USE My Name!? Who Am I Slave!?”

“I’m sorry! You are my Mistress! I am your prisoner and slave! Please, please don’t punish me again Mistress!” “That was number 5 on the scale. Should I turn it up and let you taste the pleasure of number 7 or 8?”

“Please No Mistress! I will be your obedient slave. Please forgive me!”

“Ok then. So while you’re down there on the floor, lie face down.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I realized finally that I was totally helpless and my situation was hopeless. She wasn’t fooling around; this was real. I was now her prisoner and slave, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was afraid to speculate what she had in store for my ‘future’.

She locked my shackled feet together and then brought the slack in the chain up to my handcuffs and locked my feet to my hands in what she jokingly called a hog chained position instead of it being a hogtied position as I was chained, not tied. She got a good laugh out of that.

She then turned me on my side and reached in and brought out my cock and balls. I didn’t have to wonder for long as to what was next.

“I am going to keep you, my bondage slave in chains and bare feet, and I am also keeping my slave’s cock and balls locked in a chastity cage ‘permanently’! You have any problems with any of that slave?”

“May I beg My Mistress’s indulgence to forgo the chastity cage; PLEASE Mistress!?”

“No slave you may not. So, do you have any problems then being locked in this chastity cage?” She started to reach for her wrist where the shock control was. “No, Mistress, no problems! I am subject to your wishes and orders”

“Yes you are!” And with that she locked me in chastity.

After about an hour in the hog chained position, she released me, relocked my hands in front and chained me to the dungeon wall by my slave collar, and my feet. Things were getting worse and worse. I thought it was as bad as it was going to get. Silly Me! She informed me that I was going to be making videos which were going to make us, sorry, her, a fortune. She assured me I would not be identified in the videos as I would be locked in a hood. Plus, she was going to have foot fetish friends of hers over at different days and at different times for a foot worship party with me of course, doing the worshipping. She informed me that I would be required to bring total satisfaction, or I would most definitely not enjoy the consequences.

After that description of my slave duties, I literally sat down on the dungeon floor and wept. She just laughed at me, and then locked my hands to my feet so I couldn’t even stand up and left the dungeon closing the heavy steel door and locking it, as if I could have escaped even if she had left it open.

She returned about 5 hours later according to a clock I could see on the wall opposite me. “Slave, it’s time to put you in your slave cell.” “My slave cell Mistress? I thought I was to be locked in the dungeon chained to the wall by my collar and feet.” “No, this room is to be used for entertainment and torture.”

The thought of the ‘entertainment and torture’ I was going to endure almost made me piss myself. I was never going to be able to get out of my bondage; she had me locked securely and there was no escape. I now knew that she was dead serious about all this, and my bondage was really permanent. Somewhere along the line she became a totally different woman.

She unlocked the padlock freeing my hands from my feet and ordered me to stand. She then ran a restraining chain from my manacles to my shackles which she said was called the transport chains. She then unlocked my collar and my feet from the dungeon wall.

She led me to a section of the dungeon wall that was actually a very cleverly concealed door which led to a set of steps going down about 20 feet.

“Down you go. Be careful not to fall; you wouldn’t survive it.” I believed her and slowly descended the steps. The room at the bottom was about 15 feet by 20 feet with a steel door in one wall with a view port and a closeable slot in the bottom for sending things into the cell.

Mistress unlocked the door and told me to step in. The room was 8 feet square with a toilet, wash basin and cot. “This is your residence from now on when you aren’t serving me or my friends. You will sometimes be spending days or even weeks in here. I hope you find it to your liking!” She gave a bone chilling laugh at that remark.

“Please Mistress! Don’t do this to me, PLEASE!” “Oh! There is just one other detail to take care of.” With that, she chained me by my shackled feet to the far wall. “There, that’s better. Got to be vigilant! No escaping! Right, slave?” When I didn’t answer immediately, she hit me with the shock collar. I fell to the floor and wept with the pain.

“I asked you a question SLAVE!” “Yes Mistress! Vigilance is your keyword! No escape for your slave! Please don’t punish me further, I beg you!”

“Don’t you want to thank me for not turning your punishment up past number 5, slave?” “Oh yes Mistress! Thank you for your kindness! I know that I deserved your punishment! Thank you for punishing me at the number 5 level!

“You are going to wear a butt plug. You will only be allowed to remove it to use the toilet or when I give you permission to remove it. Is that understood slave?”

I was going to beg mercy, but the look she gave me, convinced me it would have been ill advised. I just shook my head yes.

Mistress made me insert the butt plug she had waiting, and said she hoped that I would enjoy it. She was getting more frightening by the minute.

“Oh, regarding your butt plug: I have cameras and microphones hidden in your cell, so if you remove it other than to use the toilet, I will know about it. You don’t want to even imagine your punishment for that! Do you!?”

“No Mistress! I will obey your command!”

She laughed and turned to leave the cell. Once outside, she stood there regarding me for a moment and said “So many times I wanted you to go barefoot with me and you wouldn’t even do it. Such a simple request it was. What would it have cost you to do it for me? Now look at you! Locked in chains, helpless, your situation hopeless, no possible escape from your bondage, now and forever my bondage and foot slave! And look! Bare Feet! You are now forced to obey to my command that you will go barefoot at all times! Do you have anything to say to that slave? No, well, it’s just as well you don’t!”

“Oh by the way, besides this heavy steel prison cell door, there is a sliding prison door with bars that can be used instead, or in addition to. Observe!”

With that she pulled a latch in the door frame, and out came the steel bared door. I was so freaked out; I could hardly react to this new bit of information.

“This will serve to let my guests observe you in your prison cell where they can tease and taunt you! Also, you will very soon lose all track of time. It will get to the point you won’t know what time of day it is, or what day of the week it is. It’s just another little torture for you, my bondage slave. The clock in the dungeon will be removed by the way, so no respite there. My guests will be coming on various different days, at all different times of the day.”

She slid the steel barred door back into the door frame. Instead of closing the other cell door, she ordered me to come over to her. I started over to the door where she stood, and was brought up short of reaching the door by about 2 feet. I couldn’t comply because my feet were chained to the wall and wouldn’t let me get as far as the door. I begged her not to punish me when she burst out laughing.

“Oh that’s right slave! You are not allowed to get as far as your cell door. I have some food here for you which I will slide through the portal door after I lock you in your cell. I was thinking of torturing you for a bit to entertain myself, but, I decided to let you get acclimated to your permanent bondage & your helpless & hopeless situation.”

“Thank you My Mistress! Thank you for your kindness to your slave! May I show appreciation by worshiping your beautiful feet right now? But Mistress, you are wearing shoes! It is so unlike you. May I remove them and worship them?”

“Not right now slave. I may give you that pleasure later on.”

With that, she slammed the cell door shut, locked it, and passed the food in through the portal door at the bottom. Also, I hadn’t noticed before the cell door was shut, but the light in my cell was very dim. Then, I heard her voice over an intercom system.

“Remember slave, I have a number of video cameras and microphones hidden in your cell so I can see and hear you at all times. When you have to relieve yourself, you may remove your butt plug. You will then use the toilet after which you will wash the plug and re-insert it. Your food will arrive via a shaft I had installed, so I won’t have to come to you in person. For liquid, you have all the water you desire. The food will come at all different times to keep you off balance as to the passage of time. Remember, I’m watching you at all times. When I can’t, you are being recorded so I can go back and see what I missed. So, make sure I don’t see anything that will make me torture you even more than I am going to anyway! Enjoy your bondage!”

Again, that fearful laugh, and the intercom shut off. I sat down and tested all of my chains, hoping against hope that I may get out of at least some of them, but no luck. My ankle shackles were tethered by a permanent 18″ chain un-removable. My wrist shackles were tethered by an un-removable 18″ chain so I was able to clean myself, but the chain could be shortened by use of a padlock. Indeed, my wrists can be padlocked together as well as my feet. My hands were chained to my feet by a 32″ restraining chain. And of course, I was chained to the back wall by my shackled feet. I took this all in, knowing I was in serious circumstances. Helplessly bound in heavy steel shackles and chains, chained to the wall, with bare feet, and shock collar, locked in an inescapable prison cell with no hope of rescue or escape, I sat and wept until totally exhausted, I must have fallen asleep.

To be continued.