Angel bounced happily on her Master's shoulder as he carried her to their special playroom. She was delighted that Preston was going to play with her before dealing with the other two. She yelped as he smacked her bottom with each step he took.
When he reached the playroom, he set Angel down in front of a rocking chair. It was an old fashioned with a high back and armrests. This one, though, had a hole cut in the middle of the seat and a large dildo protruding up through it. Angel called it the Self-Fuck Chair.
She whined in protest when she realized he wasn't going to play with her after all. He was going to tie her and leave her. Her happiness quickly turned to disappointment and jealousy.
Preston smiled when he noted her pouty expression. “Is my little Angel jealous?” he scolded. “I told you to have yourself tied when I returned, but you didn't. Now you're being punished. And rather than the form of punishment I know you'd like, I've decided on something a little more… frustrating."
He knelt down and untied her ankles, shaking his head at Angel's rope work. “Such poor quality,” he muttered.
She whined again as he guided her down, carefully impaling her on the huge dildo. “Don't move,” he ordered. He tossed the ropes aside and went to his workbench where he retrieved another roll of duct tape. Angel's eyes widened as he came toward her. She loved being bound in tape.
He knelt in front of her and taking her left ankle, he taped it to the leg of the chair, wrapping it halfway up to her knee. He did the same with her right ankle then moved behind her. Her bound arms stuck out where one of the slats that made up the back had been removed. In no time, her arms were tightly encased in tape from her elbows to her fingertips.
He wound the tape around her waist, gradually spiraling up until she was enclosed to her neck in the silver tape. She was wed to the chair, unable to move.
Preston stepped back and gazed at his slave. Her eyes were closed and he knew she was enjoying this just as much as he was.
“Angel."
Her eyes snapped open.
He caressed her cheek. “Here are the rules. You cannot come until I say so. And you must rock the chair constantly.” She started to shake her head, but he grasped her chin firmly in his hand. “And I'll know if you stop, won't I?"
She lowered her eyes. “Eff ir."
“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed the ball-gagging her, as well as her stretched lips. He gave the chair a push to get it rocking, then turned and strode out of the room. Pausing outside the door, he listened to Angel begin to moan. As she rocked the chair, the dildo slid in and out of her hot slit. The squeak of the rocking chair was almost inaudible over Angel's moans as they sang out in unison.
When he got back to his captives, he found that his extra security hadn't been quite enough. The blonde somehow managed to remove almost all the tape from her face by rubbing it against the carpet. She was seconds away from getting the last piece off.
Calmly, he walked over and pressed on a new strip of tape. “You wouldn't be heard by anyone, anyway,” he said as she sagged in despair. “Just give me a few minutes, though, and we can chat all you like."
He rose and headed for the garage to replace the phony license plates on the van. Now he was untraceable.
When he returned, he immediately went over to Melissa. Kneeling beside her, he rolled her onto her side and tore open her blouse. The helpless brunette squealed in alarm. “Shut up, bitch! You might as well get used to it, ‘cause we've got plenty of unpleasant surprises planned for you."
With her blouse open, Preston used his pocket knife to cut through the center of her bra, allowing her huge breasts to spill free. He cupped them in his hands, roughly squeezing and pinching the soft mounds. “I know these aren't 100 % natural, but they're still fun to play with,” he chuckled.
After a minute of finger exercise, he reached over to a nearby table and picked up several rubber bands. “This is just to keep you occupied while I talk to our mystery girl.” One by one, he stretched the rubber bands over her breasts. They tightened painfully, creating irregular bulges of tit-flesh between them.
He stood and gazed at the suffering girl. She stared in disbelief at her own breasts, crying and straining against her bonds. “That'll do for now,” he said quietly. He turned toward the unknown woman. “Okay, blondie. Time to get to know you."