Literotic asexstories – My Wife's Girl Friend Ch. 02 by laver1812,laver1812
She pulled up outside the office after work, another woman in the car with her. As I got in the back seat, she introduced her.
“This is Emma, this is my husband.”
I got my first look at Louise’s girlfriend. Emma was slim, a few of years younger than us with short spiky blond hair. I thought briefly of Pet. She was just dressed normally, tight jeans and boots, with a leather jacket over a simple top. I started to make conversation but she wasn’t really interested in talking, so we just drove in silence. Emma rested her hand on Louise’s leg while she drove, gently stroking it as we travelled out of the centre, until we stopped outside the imposing Victorian house.
Louise texted someone while Emma got out and opened my door. Louise joined us, carrying her briefcase, and we walked up to the steep path through the front garden. As we reached the imposing front door, I remembered that Friday months ago, when we had come for The Weekend, which had changed our lives. Now I was returning with my wife and her girl friend.
The door creaked open as we got to it, and we went into the long hall, still silent apart from the ticking clock. I immediately saw winking red light in the ceiling, indicating that the ever present camera were turned on. The door closed behind us, and Louise led the way into the sitting room. The last time I had been here, there had been an orgy taking place in front of a roaring fire. Now the fire place was empty, and the room silent. There was a large desk at the end of the room with a two chairs arranged front. Louise walked over and took one of the chairs, Emma joining her in the other one, leaving me to stand in the middle between them. We waited in silence, the clock ticking, until I heard the familiar footsteps. As the came nearer, the Mistress appeared, taking the seat opposite us behind the desk.
The leather clad dominatrix of before had been replaced by a stern looking office manager. She was dressed formally, in a dark fitted suit, and a white shirt, open at the neck, with a glimpse of a gold chain. Her legs were encased in dark stockings, sensible court shoes competing the outfit.
Ignoring me completely, she turned to Louise, “Do you have the contract?”
Louise opened her briefcase and passed over a typed document, which the Mistress perused in silence.
“Quite straight forward. I see you have gone for the very basic package, minimal food, and no extra facilities?”
“I think that will be okay,” replied Louise. “It’s only for 24 hours, unless we decide to extend, and he can manage until then.”
She reached forward and signed the bottom of the document, and then handed it back to Mistress. Emma remained seating, looking at us with a smile on her face.
Mistress took the contract back from Louise, asking, “Would you like to see the prisoner processed?” Louise and Emma both nodded enthusiastically, “Yes Please!”
At the word ‘prisoner’ I felt my cock twitch. I knew that the best thing I could do would be to be to keep silent, so remained standing, looking into the middle distance above Mistress head. She got up from the desk and walked behind me. Suddenly I felt her wind something around me neck, which I immediately recognised as one of the slave collars from when we here before. She leant near to my ear, “I know you are used to wearing these. This one doesn’t have a safe word though!”
Mistress rose and stared straight at me.
“You have been convicted of the crime of being simply a man, and sentenced to 24 hours in our prison. Your sentence will begin immediately.”
I heard Emma snigger behind me, whether it was because she had not seen anything like this before, or because she knew all to well what was going to happen.
“You have been assigned prisoner number 72, and will answer to that name until you are released.”
“You will be restrained at all times.”
“You will be issued with prison clothing which you will wear at all times.”
“You will be fed at our discretion, and will consume everything you are given.”
She paused, and then continued, “Access to toilet and washing facilities is denied.”
While I was still processing that last statement, the Mistress screamed at me.
“Why are you still wearing clothes? Strip!”
I took my clothes off as quickly as possible, handing them to Louise’s outstretched arm. Mistress dropped something on the floor, and simply said, “Dress.”
There was a t-shirt lying in front of me, so I picked it up and pulled it over my head. It was white, grubby and tattered, and smelled musty, and was plain apart from a number on the front and back, ’72’. Mistress shoved something under my nose. It was a pair of black cotton panties, and they smelled dirty and used. She dropped them to the floor, and I bent to slide them up my legs. They just covered my cock and balls, which hung in the thin cotton, and I could feel the back sliding into my buttocks. The material was damp, the elastic felt loose, and I wondered if they would even stay on.
Mistress reached behind the desk, and lifted up a jumble of chains. I could see some leather cuffs in there but couldn’t.t really work out what I was looking at. She laughed at my confusion, “Its a five point harness, stupid. Don’t move while I put it on.”
She attached two of the cuffs to my feet, which were linked by a shot chain, about a foot long. Two more cuffs went round my wrists, again connected by a short chain. Two more chains connected this to the one between my feet, and also to the cuff round my neck. When she had finished, I realised that I could away, or at leat shuffle, and move my hands, bit they wouldn’t reach my face.
The basement was much as I remembered. In the far corner stood the cell, its black iron bars forming two sides in front of the rough brick walls. I could hear the drip of the water as it ran slowly down one wall, leaving the floor damp and slimy. There was a small pile of straw on the floor near to the cell entrance. The narrow bed was there, with the same dirty thin mattress and pillow that I remembered from before. There was a pile of floor outside the open door.
“You need to get your cell ready, start spreading that on the floor.”
I wasn’t really sure what she meant but reached down to grab a handful from the pile. I had to to get to my knees bin order to reach the straw, and then standup again before I could shuffle into the cell, my feet squelching in the slime on the floor inside. The constantly dripping water ran down the wall and splashed onto the floor, making it wet. I could see a small drain under the bed, which was keeping the cell from flooding, but the floor was still sticky and dirty. I spread the straw out, watching it soak up sone of the ooze, and then came back for more.
I used about half the pile to cover the entire floor and then Mistress stopped me, chuckling, “you mighty need some of that later.” Louise and Emma had move nearer, and had been stood watching, hand in hand. They kept whispering in each other’s ear, and chuckling, and I knew that they were laughing at me.
Mistress grabbed my collar and pushed my into the cell.
“Stand there” she shouted, pointing to the bars next to the door. I stood looking out through the bars, at The Mistress, and the two women, who had remained on the couch.
“When ever you hear the siren, you are to stand on that spot, and not move!” shouted the Mistress.
Louise’s face was flushed, I could tell she was turned on seeing me there, helpless in the cell. Turning to Emma, she grabbed her head and gave her a long kiss, inches from my face, while I could only stand and watch.
While they snogged, Mistress walked over to the sink in the corner, and returned with a dog bowl of water in one hand, and a carrier bag in the other. She put the bowl down on the floor just inside the door, and leaning over it, coughed before spitting heavily into the water. Louise laughed, and copying the Mistress, did the same, followed by Emma. I stood looking down at the bowl, trying not to shudder as I saw the gobs of phlegm floating on the surface
Mistress tipped the bag on the floor beside her, outside the cell door, and a small pile of bread fell out in a heap.
“I’ve been saving these all week. To be honest, they are pretty dry, and I think one or two might be going mouldy, but tI really don’t care. She picked on piece up gingerly and tossed it into the cell, onto the straw. She turned to Louise, “how many more pieces do you think I should give him?”
Louise let go of Emma, and looked at the small pile on the flor. She prodded it with her toes. “That one I think, and that one.” I could see flecks of green on one of the lumps of bread, it looked like the end of a baguette. The other piece looked the remains of a partly eaten sandwich. She flicked them both with her foot, and they fell through the door. “That should be plenty – he could do to loose a bit of weight anyway.”
Staring at me, she pushed at the door, which shut with a clang. I knew from before that it locked automatically, and I would be stuck there now until Mistress released me. Louise grabbed Emma’s hand, and they turned to leave.
“Come on Em, I think its bed-time!” Grinned Louise.
As Mistress followed them to the foot of the stairs she turned to me, the evil grin back on her face. “Sleep well!” She laughed, as she went up the stairs. The light went out and I was left in the gloom, with just the ever present sound as the water continued to drip down the wall and splash onto the floor.
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I perched on the edge of the bed, and looked around me. Luckily it was summer, so there was still some light reaching in through the small window set high up in the dungeon wall. The camera light was blinking, so I knew they could see me, if they chose to. I looked at the pieces of bread lying on the floor, and the bowl of water. My stomach was already rumbling and I knew I ought to try and eat something before I went to sleep.
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