Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
Once again Sadkins116 and I are working on another story. You will eventually find a verity of fetishes, kinks, consensual and non-consensual sex, bondage, humiliations, and anything else we can imagine. With that said, this story is a work of fantasy and fiction. It is not based on anyone or any situation. If this isn't what you are looking for, then choose something else. However if you have enjoyed some of our other works, it continues now.
We do need to make the following statements. There are no minors in this story, period. In this story women are treated as property. That is not normal behavior and should never happen. But again this is fantasy not reality. Please try to separate the two and leave fantasy in your mind. I also want to state that although you can copy and paste do not post on any website without permission. It is here for your enjoyment and not to be plagiarized and published by anyone but me.
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- Rebeccasm
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Roger Masters had been employed by Warren's family for over 40 years. Warren was just a small boy when Roger started. Roger was just a laborer at the time, but he had been training for this position his entire life. Roger was more than a butler, he was a Gentleman's gentleman. He managed the staff, coordinated Master Warren's home finances, his clothing, schedule and virtually everything except his business. Roger had been at Warren's side the entire time.
So when he noticed Rene slipping off every time Master Warren left town, red flags shot up. It was unusual for Rene to go out during the week, let alone drive. The first couple times he dismissed it as just wanting to get away. But about a month ago, the time away had gone from an occasional overnight to sometimes two or three nights away.
Roger checked Master Warren's schedule and saw the pattern immediately. Every time he went out of town, Rene would leave and not come back for two to three days. He knew he needed to find out more before he told his Master. Looking further into the calendar, Master Warren's next trip was next week. Hopefully he would learn more then.
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Rene was particularly excited to head up to the summer house. It was her turn to be dominated. Warren and Jamie were expected to be away for at least three, maybe four days. They just left a little while ago and Rene was anxiously waiting for their departure. So anxious she didn't even notice Roger's presence several times. All she could think of, was how soon after Warren leaves that she could dash.
Rene sat in her room, her legs twitching as she watched the seconds tick by. After an hour, she couldn't wait any longer. Mistress Betty would be disappointed if she was late or didn't do as demanded. Rene loved it when she did this, dominating her even before they got to the house. She checked her bag for the tenth time, making sure she didn't forget anything.
Rene opened the bag and looked inside. There were no clothes, only sex toys, ropes, chains, restraints, anything and everything that could and does send shivers up and down Rene's body. Taking a deep breath, she closed the bag and walked out the door.
Rene pulled out of her driveway and down the street. She knew it would take her almost an hour and a half to get to the summer house. Her instructions were clear, at the halfway point, a rest stop along the freeway, she was to stop. Here she was to open the bag and pull out the leather corset, collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs. Carrying them to the restroom, she was to put everything on, throw away her clothes, and walk back to her car.
Rene grabbed the items and looked down the parking lot. There were three cars parked, but two more were entering. Rene knew that the leather corset would only cover the bottom half of her tits, and nothing below her hips, shivered at the thought. What if a state trooper pulled in when she was changing? Or some perverted trucker grabbed her? Or even worse if she was recognized? She trembled at the thought. However that didn't stop her from walking into the handicap stall and start to strip.
It took her almost fifteen minutes before she had everything secured. She even added a hobble chain so she couldn't run to her car. That and the sky high stiletto heels made even walking difficult. When she clicked the last lock on her heels, her pussy pulsed. Even if she wanted to redress, there was no way she could. The restraints made it impossible. With a shaking hand, she reached out and turned the lock on the stall. She could hear other women in the room, but that only added to the thrill. Rene slowly opened the door to the stall, exhaled and walked out and directly in front of two co-eds from a nearby college. All three of them gasped in shock. The two girls, both about twenty, started to giggle.
"Whoa look at you! Aren't you just a kinky old slut?" The closest girl said.
"Fuck, look she's naked below and her ankles are chained." The second girl added. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Rene's clothes from her hands.
"I guess you won't be needing these anymore." She giggled.
Rene was mortified at being caught so quickly. Her mind was spinning trying to think of a way out and not getting arrested. She didn't care about the clothes, she was going to throw them away anyhow. The two girls were laughing so hard they weren't paying attention. Rene saw this and quickly as she could, slipped by the two laughing girls. Rene was out the door and out of the building before they noticed.
Rene tottered down the walk, heading to the parking lot, her steps limited by the short chain attached to the cuffs. She turned and looked behind her to see if they were following her.
She was relieved to see no one was, but blushed again as once again in front of her was a large van with several very old men and women climbing out. Two of the men almost fell over when they saw her and all of women snarled their disgust.
Rene jumped into her car, started it and dashed down the entrance ramp, trying to disappear. She drove like a bat out of hell for almost two miles before she realized what she was doing. She quickly slowed down and tried to find a place to blend in with traffic.
Mistress Betty's directions were doing their job. Rene was more aroused right now than at any other time in her life. She was basically naked, with no clothes available, wearing bondage gear, and her legs were shackled. She was panting to keep from climaxing. Her pussy was gushing all over the seat. She would have to have the car detailed before she went back home. 'Oh god, I'm naked. How can I go back home naked!' Shot through her mind as her body reacted. Rene quickly pulled over as her body exploded. She was barely able to stop the car before the world around her disappeared as she was consumed by an enormous orgasm.
It took her almost twenty minutes to calm her body and clear her head. She looked behind her and didn't see any cars, but one parked along the side a long ways back. She put the car in drive and headed out again. The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful, and Rene pulled in the driveway about forty minutes later.
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Roger watched Rene pull out of the driveway. He was already in a rental car and parked down the street. He waited for her to pass, and pulled out a distance behind her. Roger was sure Rene would head out of town to some hotel to meet whoever was her lover. But after a few minutes, she seemed to be heading for the summer home just as she said.
Roger followed discreetly behind her until she pulled in to the rest area. Roger parked at the far end of the lot and waited. He had his camera ready and in position in case this is where she was meeting someone.
Roger stared through the viewfinder able to see everything clearly. He was just about to go check to see if she slipped out some other door, when he saw her burst out the door of the building. It took him a second to react when he saw how she was dressed. Her breasts were hardly covered and bouncing around as she scurried down the walk. He snapped off picture after picture, as Rene struggled to hurry with her ankles bound and her almost naked. By the time she took off, Roger was still sitting in the car in shock. Partly because he would have never expected Rene to be so kinky, but also why.
Roger started his car and quickly jumped on the freeway looking for Rene. It took a few minutes, but Roger was finally able to spot Rene's car. He followed for a bit until he was confident she was heading for the summer house.
Roger was down the street when Rene approached. He ducked down to not be seen and watched as she pulled into the driveway. Roger got out of the car and cut through a neighbor's yard to the back of the property. The lots here weren't really lots though, more like estates. He had little trouble slipping around back without being seen.
Roger watched from the back, stepping behind some shrubs. He could see Betty standing over Rene, and smiled. He never expected this. They were obviously playing some BDSM game. He waited until they left the room and disappeared. He debated on waiting until they came back, but he wanted to have more proof to show, Master Warren. Slowly he crept over to the patio door and slid it open. There was very little crime here and doors were usually left unlocked when anyone was at the house.
He quietly closed the door, made sure his camera was ready, and slipped upstairs and down the hall. Just as he got to the master suite, he stopped at the door and listened. He could barely hear moans and knew that the girls were in the actual bedroom of the two room suite. Quietly turning the knob and slipping into the room, the moans were louder now.
A brief thought slipped into his mind if he was wrong, he could be fired. But something in the back of his head said he wasn't. Seconds later, Roger was next to the glass pane door, watching Rene and Betty, both naked and completely involved.
Roger took a few more pictures and a video or two before returning to the front door and slipping out. He knew the girls were too involved to even notice his presence. On the way back home, he decided to wait until Master Warren returned to tell him about Rene. Somehow a phone call or email didn't seem right. Besides it wouldn't make much difference right now anyways.
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Betty was waiting at the summer house. Jamie her husband left their house to pick up Warren on the way to the airport. Betty didn't wait at all and was on the road five minutes after he left. She loved these getaways with Rene. Sure she preferred to be the sub, but just playing either role really got her hot. Rene was due here in about an hour.
"I wonder if she will do as I told her." Betty whispered to herself.
Neither had given the other such demands before. Betty knew she was pushing the envelope and deep down inside, hoped Rene would push it further with her. Humiliation was a fetish both shared. Betty lay down on the bed, already naked, and closed her eyes. Her mind drifted off to her being in Rene's place right now. She trembled at the thought of stripping in a public place and putting on fetish wear and walking out in front of god knows how many people. Betty's fingers were dancing on her clit and there was nothing she could do about it.
Betty tried to hold off, but her body had different ideas. Only a few seconds later it exploded as wave after wave of pleasure filled her completely. Betty lay there panting, her body still trembling several minutes later. She wanted to get up and greet Rene at the door, but right now, she had no strength.
Betty dozed for a while, her mind dreaming of all the things she wanted to try on Rene. Since their last visit, Betty had spent countless hours on the internet, researching her newly discovered fetish.
Betty was waiting at the front window when Rene pulled in the driveway. Not wanting her to see her, she was on her knees in the corner of the picture window peeking out. When she saw Rene get out of the car, dressed as demanded, Betty almost climaxed again. Betty was just about to turn away when Rene hobbled around the front of the car and Betty caught a glimpse of the chains connecting her ankles.
"Oh my god that's so hot!" She exclaimed and dashed to the front hall. She stood in the hall waiting for her slave. The sight of Rene in chains sent Betty's mind into overdrive. All her plans vanished and all she could think of was attacking her best friend and drinking her fluids.
Standing there dancing from foot to foot, Betty waited for Rene to walk in the door. She was trying to calm down and take charge, but it was her chained ankles and exposed body that took away any dominating thoughts to throw her down and eat her whole.
Listening intently she heard the chains drag on the porch floor. The distinctive sound of links on the plank porch floor, sent visions of being chained and helpless herself. It was the door slowly opening and Rene stepping through the threshold and dropping to her knees in front of her that sent Betty over the top again. The orgasm, although not as intense as before, still made Betty groan. She walked over to her kneeling slave and pull her to her feet. Betty attacked Rene's face and neck with a vengeance, licking and kissing, slowly working her way to Rene's gasping mouth. When their lips touched it was magic.
Both women's bodies consumed with arousal. Each experiencing things they didn't know existed. For Rene, it was the complete humiliation of being in the restroom and almost accosted by the two young women. Then driving away with no way to free herself and completely exposed that left her on the edge of complete surrender.
Betty on the other hand was completely confused. Having Rene expose herself and be humiliated at her demand, sent wave after wave of power coursing to every cell on her body. But at the same time, her own mind was filled with thoughts of being in the exact situation as Rene, naked and chained.
The two women kissed and caressed each other for an undetermined amount of time before Betty took her hand and led her best friend upstairs to the master bedroom. They both were so consumed with lust for each other that the house could have been filled with people and they wouldn't have noticed.
When they entered the bedroom, Betty grabbed the keys and released Rene. As soon as she was free, she grabbed Rene's shoulders and threw her on the bed. All she could think of was her need to cum.
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Roger's ride back to the main house went quickly. He debated in his mind of what he should do. Master Warren deserved to know, his wife was fucking around with his protégé's wife. It wasn't like if it was a man, but it was still cheating. But something in the back of his mind said this wasn't an affair, but something else. He decided to investigate things further.
Warren and Jamie returned home four days later. Rene returned the day before. Roger watched her closely to see if she acted any different. At first she seemed normal when she arrived, but as he watched her, he did notice subtle changes. One it didn't appear she was wearing a bra. And he notice bruising on her wrists and ankles. He tried to get a better look, but when she came down from her shower, the bruises were gone.
Roger was certain he saw the bruises and looked even closer. That is when he saw the makeup on her ankles, it didn't quite match her legs. Now he knew he had to tell Master Warren. He waited until the next day when Rene was out shopping when he knocked on Master Warren's office door.
"Come in," came Warren's command.
Roger walked in and stood in front of the massive desk. "Good afternoon sir." Roger said
"Hello Roger, what can I do for you? Do you need additional funds for the house?" Warren asked.
"Oh no sir, the budget is fine. In fact we have a surplus. But there is something I have to tell you." Roger answered.
"Oh is there a problem?"
"Yes sir there is. It has to do with Madam Rene sir."
"Is she alright?
"Well yes and no sir. Physically she's fine, but I'm not sure how to put this, but I'm afraid I have bad news sir." Roger was both angry and afraid. Master Warren was a very powerful man, and to piss him off was a fool's errand.
"Well what is it Roger? Out with it." Warren demanded his voice with an edge.
"Sir, Madam Rene has been leaving every time you go out of town sir. In fact, she is rarely here when you are gone."
"What do you mean, she is hardly here? Where is she?" Warren growled and Roger could hear the anger rising in his voice.
"Master Warren, I asked the same question, and I decided to follow her when she left after you did this week. She ended up at the summer house sir." Roger started to explain.
"What's wrong with that? She loves that house."
"Sir she drives herself and orders no one to disturb her. As I said I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth so I followed her sir."
"Well get on with it. What did you find out? Is she fucking some landscaper?" Warren was now growling.
"No sir, it wasn't some man sir. It was Miss Betty, Jamie's wife who she met up with." Roger said trying to find some way to finish.
"Betty, what's the problem with her and Betty getting together?"
"Sir let me explain. Madam Rene always packs a suit case a day in advance. I had a chance to peek inside and was shocked about what she packed."
"Dammit Roger, quite beating around the bush, what the hell did you find out." Warren was practically yelling.
"Master it was filled with bondage and fetish toys. She left the house with only the clothes on her back. I thought she must have packed another bag, but I loaded that one bag in the trunk myself. There were no other bags."
He looked at his Master and could see the shock in his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was finish his story.
"Sir I rented a car and was ready when she pulled out about an hour after you and Master Jamie left. She headed straight for the summer house, but stopped at a rest stop about halfway. Sir, I don't know how else to tell you this, but Madam Rene went into the women's room, stripped off her clothes, threw them away and dressed in a corset that only half covered her breasts, locked on wrist and ankle cuffs and put on what I could only call are hooker heels. She was in the restroom for a long time but I was able to photograph her as she left." Roger continued and sat down an envelope with several 8X10 glossy photos and a flash drive.
Warren opened the envelope and looked at the first few photos. He looked up at Roger and snarled. "Are you telling me that my wife is a submissive bitch to Betty? Is that what you're telling me?"
"I'm afraid so sir. But it's not quite like that I'm afraid. You see I did some snooping, sorry sir, but I found a diary and it turns out both are submissive. They take turns dominating each other. I'm afraid sir they are both submissive sluts. I know that is harsh sir but it's the truth." Roger finished. He looked at his master and expected him to explode.
Roger waited for the proverbial shit to hit the fan, but nothing happened. A few seconds later, Warren pointed at the door.
"Yes sir," Roger said and left the room.
Walking down the hall and shaking his head. He never expected that from Master Warren. Roger went downstairs and back to work. If he needs me he'll call.
It was almost four hours before Roger saw Master Warren again. He walked past and grunted something about going out. He didn't see him the rest of the night.
The next morning, Roger was up at the crack of dawn. He gathered the staff and made them aware of the possible tension in the air, but to not say a word to anyone. However, first Madam Rene sauntered to the kitchen table and sat down. She was dressed in her normal morning attire. A silk light blue robe over a lace and silk night gown.
Roger watched her closely to see if she would show any emotion. It seemed like she was okay, but it looked put on. Roger was sure of it.
A few minutes later, Master Warren strolled in. He was in a red robe open with boxers and a tee shirt. He looked like he just got up. The morning chatter seemed normal but a little strained. About ten minutes into breakfast, Master Warren announced he was going away for a two, maximum three day trip. He was leaving Monday morning, and would return on Wednesday evening. The rest of the meal was in silence.
After breakfast, Warren stood to leave, he turned to Roger and said, "I'll want to pack my blue pinstripe suit." As he walked out the door and down the hall. Roger didn't reply but followed Warren up the stairs leaving Rene behind in the kitchen.
By the time Roger got upstairs he notice that the phone was blinking, signifying it was in use. He wondered if it was Rene calling Betty. He thought about listening in but headed down the long hall and to Master Warren's private chamber. He knocked softly and waited for a reply.
"ENTER" was heard and he turned the knob.
"Yes sir I'll pack your suit." Roger said, but he knew that wasn't why he was here. Master Warren was sitting on the edge of his desk and motioning him to be quiet. Roger stood there and listened. Coming from a device in Master Warren's hand was Rene's voice. He couldn't quite make out what was being said, he could tell his master was pissed.
"It's as you said," Warren growled, "She's fucking Betty behind mine and Jamie's backs. Turns out my wife is a slut." He continued.
"Here is what is going to happen. I'm sending Jamie out on assignment. We will both leave tomorrow. I said I wouldn't be back until Wednesday, but I'm not going anywhere. I will be staying downtown at the Hilton. Tuesday, you and I are going to the summer house." Warren finished and pointed at the door. Roger nodded and left the room.
The next day went exactly as planned. Warren left with Jamie around 8, and Rene left about an hour later. Roger sent Master Warren a text a few minutes later. He knew that his Master had already linked his security camera to his phone and would be watching Rene and Betty.
Tuesday morning, Roger was out front of the hotel precisely at 9 am. He waited beside the car until Master Warren stepped out of the building. The two men stopped at a local restaurant to eat breakfast. If the two women kept to their usual schedules, by the time they got there, they should be fully engaged and not paying attention to them approaching the house.
There was no activity anywhere around the house when they pulled into the driveway, but instead of pulling up front, Warren drove to the side of the house and parked it. Regardless of what they found when walking in the door, both hoped to find them in a very compromising position. It would be easier to manipulate them into doing what they wanted. However even if not, the videos and pictures would be enough. There was no one in the front hall or anywhere downstairs for that matter. Warren gestured to Roger to be quiet and headed up the stairs. It was then they were able to hear the moans from down the hall. The closer they got to the master bedroom, the slower they went. Peeking thru the glass panes in the door, they were rewarded with Betty lying on her back on the bed, her body glistening with oil. Rene was kneeling between her legs eating her pussy. Betty's left leg was around the back of Rene's head, holding her tight against her pussy. Both women were groaning loudly and didn't hear the two men step into the bedroom and stare down at them.
It wasn't until Warren cleared his throat before they both looked up shocked. Neither expected to see Warren and Roger standing at the foot of the bed. Betty jumped up and tried to grab something to cover her body. Rene jumped to the head of the bed and pulled a pillow over her body.
"Betty don't move!" Warren barked. Betty froze, not moving a muscle. In all the years she had known Warren, she had never heard his voice so commanding. She stood perfectly still, her hand covering her breasts and kitty.
"Just so you know, I have been recording you two's adventures for the last week or so and I know you have been fucking my wife. Now unless you want Jamie to know you're fucking around on him, you will not make a sound, walk over to the wall and put your hands behind your back.
Roger nodded at Warren and followed Betty to the wall. While he was doing that, Warren held out his hand to Rene. You could see the fear in her eyes as she took his hand and followed him out of the room.
Roger waited for them to leave, then pulled out a set of handcuffs out of his pocket and lock them around Betty's wrists. He heard her moan. "Silence bitch!" He growled in her ear. All the while bringing up a large red ball gag up to her mouth. "Open your mouth." He spat. Betty didn't resist and opened her mouth, a second later, the red ball was shoved behind her teeth locking it in place. Roger finished with blindfolding her and growled. "Don't move a muscle, Master Warren will deal with you in a few minutes.
In the meantime, Warren pulled Rene to a room next door to the master bedroom. He pushed her to the floor and stood towering over her. Rene sat on the floor, her knees up to her chest and ankles crossed. Her head was craning back looking up at her obviously angry husband. Her elbows on her knees and up to her chin pleading for forgiveness.
Rene kept begging for forgiveness and pleading to not tell Jamie about Betty. Warren let her beg for a bit before he held up his hand for her to be quiet.
"I can't believe you are cheating on me, and with Betty no less. Are you a lesbian? Don't I satisfy you?" He spoke.
"Please Warren, it's not that. I don't know how to explain it, but it's nothing about you. It's about me." She tried to find the words to explain what was happening.
Warren turned and headed back to the Master bedroom. Roger was waiting patiently and Betty was cuffed, blind, and gagged, still facing the wall. He could hear her sobs from behind the gag.
"Roger, take this slut home just as she is. Lock her in the trunk for the trip home. I'll decide what to do with her later. Betty's sobs got louder, as she heard Warren's instructions. Roger nodded, reached out and grabbed Betty's elbow and led her out of the room and down to the garage. In less than five minutes, Betty was curled up in the trunk of her own car.
When Warren walked back into the other room, Rene was still sitting on the floor right where he left her. He reached down and pulled her to her feet.
"Warren, what did you do to Betty?" She asked
"I sent her home with Roger." He answered. "What about Jamie?" She asked again.
"Don't worry about Jamie. I sent him to the Far East to work on a project for me. He will be gone at least a couple three weeks. I won't tell him anything right now. It depends on the next couple days." He continued.
"Oh thank you. I would hate for me to be what ruined their marriage." Rene gushed and threw herself at him.
Warren pulled back from Rene's hug and explained. "Get dressed, we're going home. You will not contact Betty without my permission. That means no talking, texting, emailing, or visiting unless I give you permission. I will know if you do and trust me you don't want that. Rene nodded and stepped to the closet to get some clothes. What she didn't know, was Betty wasn't going home, she was going to a very special place to be trained as a submissive sex slave. With Jamie out of town for a while, by the time he gets home, Betty would be fully trained.
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Betty had all kinds of thoughts going through her brain on the way to her home. First off she wasn't sure if Jamie would be there, plus she was naked and with Roger. Would he demand she do something? Yeah she had relations with Rene, but what they were doing didn't seem like cheating. It was more something to feed their cravings. Both were completely in love with their spouses, and neither wanted to get a divorce. Their meetings were the only way they could experience what they craved and keep it private, or so they hoped. When Warren and Roger showed up both women were scared as to what might happen.
Betty heard the car stop and the engine turn off. Betty assumed she was home and prayed Roger had pulled into the garage so none of the neighbors would see her. When the trunk opened, a shiver when up and down her spine. It was the moment of truth.
When her feet hit the ground, she was surprised at the gravel covering the ground. They had no gravel on their property. She felt Roger grab her arm and pull her, hard. She stumbled as she tried to catch up, her feet hurting from the sharp gravel bruising her feet. The next thing she noticed was the rough concrete and the sound of a heavy door opening. Roger pulled her across the threshold and the door slammed shut behind her. She knew she wasn't home and being naked, blind and bound, did nothing to ease her fears. Roger was leading her down a hallway she guessed, when she heard her cell ring. She knew it was Jamie from the ring.
"It's Jamie," Roger said, "Unless you want him to know what you've been doing, I'd suggest you try to be as normal as possible." He finished as he removed the gag and pushed the cell next to her ear.
"H-H-Hello." She answered.
She listened as her husband explained that Warren had promoted him and put him in charge of a huge project in the Far East.
Betty answered when necessary, but tried not to talk any more than necessary. She wasn't certain if she could keep from crying. When Jamie finished with telling her he would be gone for at least two weeks, she gasped. She was in a strange place, naked and helpless and now her husband was on the other side of the world and wouldn't be back for weeks. A second later, Roger grabbed the phone and ended the call.
"Well you won't be needing this anymore." He announced and Betty heard a crashing sound. She assumed it was her phone breaking. Roger grabbed her arm and pulled her into a room she thought. A few moments later, she felt something hard wrap around her neck and a distinctive click told her it was locked in place.
"You really didn't expect Master Warren to let you out of this did you? Rene is his and his alone. You will learn the wrath of Master Warren first hand." He spat.
Betty stood there trembling, not from the cold, but from Roger's words. She was pushed back a bit and felt something cold behind her neck. Roger hands did something and in a second her neck was attached to whatever it was. Again her body trembled as with every moment she was a little more helpless.
Betty didn't have time to fully grasp her situation, when Roger released her wrists, pulled the gag out of her mouth, and removed the blindfold.
She blinked her eyes to adjust to the light for a couple seconds. She looked at Roger and down at his hands. He handed her a large anal plug and said. "Put that in your ass slut. From now on you will do exactly as you are told.
Betty's mouth flew open but before she could speak, Roger barked. "If you say one word you will be punished. Betty looked around and saw the flogger sitting on a small table beside her and nodded.
"Good I see you can be obedient. Let's see how long that lasts." He continued and handed her a tube of lube.
"Get busy, you have two minutes to get your ass plugged. And don't be so shocked. I've seen you take bigger things than this up your ass and I have pictures to prove it." He chuckled.
Betty nodded, lubed the plug and reached behind her. It took a bit of effort to plug her own ass with her neck attached to the frame, but looking in Roger's eyes told her not to fail. As soon as the plug was seated, Roger handed her a long medium thick vibrator and pointed at her pussy.
Betty took the vibrator, added some lube, and shoved it deep inside her core. When Roger was satisfied she felt both probes vibrate for a few seconds and stop. Still unable to escape, she watched as Roger knelt in front of her and lock a chastity belt around her waist and between her legs. Now both probes were locked inside her body and there was no way for her to remove them. He released her neck again and pulled her from the frame. Two minutes later, she was cuffed, gagged and blind once again, only this time Roger controlled her body.
Betty was now standing in the middle of a strange room. Her ankles were cuffed and hobbled. Her hands cuffed behind her back and completely helpless.
"Just so you know, that belt can only be opened by me or Master Warren. There is a special lock that uses fingerprints to open. I would do whatever you are told as we can give pleasure and pain with this setup." He said.
Roger walked around her and made sure everything was secure. Betty couldn't see what he was doing, until she felt him pull a leather hood over her head. She felt it cover her eyes and her entire head. The only opening she could sense, was a small opening for her nose. She felt him grab the zipper and lock her head inside the hood. Betty cried as her arm was grabbed once again. She couldn't hear him if he spoke but bound as she was, she tiptoed with very small steps somewhere and pushed down on a bench, she thought. A second later, she heard a door slam and silence.
