Once inside, I found myself standing in the middle of a foyer at the bottom of the most beautiful winding wooden staircase I had ever seen.
"Strip!" she hollered down from the top of the stairs. "I'll be back for you in a minute."
I removed all of my clothing and placed them neatly on a chair near the steps. Then I kneeled at the bottom with my head downcast, hoping to gain her approval when she returned.
Several more minutes passed until I heard the apparent sound of heels clicking on the hard wood floors behind me. Then a gasp and the clicking stopped.
I turned my head slightly to find what I would guess to be a middle-aged Hispanic-looking woman standing several yards back from me, having just entered the room through a side door. She wore a light-blue dress and white apron typical to what you would expect for a housekeeper. Her black hair was pulled back off of her heavily made-up face to reveal her intense look of shock as she stared at my naked form kneeling on the floor of her boss's home.
"Rose, get back to work," I heard, yelled down from the top of the stairs.
She stood there in stunned silence for a few more seconds.
"Rose!" Gretchen hollered once again.
The housekeeper jerked her head up to see Gretchen and awakened from her near-trance-like state. Then she continued her journey across the hardwood floor and disappeared behind another side door.
After she exited through the side door I turned my head back to see where the shouting came from. There at the top of the stairs stood Gretchen in a bodysuit like none I had ever seen before. I was completely mesmerized by her sexy saunter and tight-fitting outfit as she stepped slowly down the steps toward me.
When I met her for the first time just a couple hours earlier I recognized the fact that she was a beautiful woman, but I really had no idea how incredibly sexy she was until this moment. The bodysuit she wore was obviously custom made specifically for her. It was silver iridescent latex that hugged every inch of her perfect form almost as if it were her second skin. It covered nearly every inch of her body from her ankles, to her neck and wrists. Her only exposed areas were the diamond-shaped hole revealing her spectacular tits and nipples and a much smaller diamond-shaped hole revealing her expertly-manicured pussy. My cock instantly sprang to life and I began to lick my lips at the thought of plunging my tongue deep into her waiting twat.
"There will be plenty of time for that later," she responded, as if reading my mind. She reached the bottom of the steps and approached a trunk placed just a few feet away.
She reached into the trunk and gathered a few things and then quickly stood before me. As she placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash she began to remind me that she was in control and if I knew what was good for me I would respond quickly and without question. Then she stepped behind me and locked a pair of metal cuffs to my wrists, just tight enough to make them uncomfortable. Then, once again, she stood before me and took firm hold of my already raging erection with one hand as she squeezed my balls with her other. It took all the restraint I could muster to keep from crying out as she tightened her already surprisingly-strong grip on my boys.
Apparently this was some sort of test, as she never said a word, but I could feel her glaring eyes on me as I kept my eyes prostrate until she finally released me. Then, without allowing me so much as a second to catch my breath, she grabbed my leash and yanked it roughly to follow her up the stairs. I nearly fell as I stumbled to keep up, but managed to catch myself against the banister despite my hands being bound behind me. As we reached the top of the stairs she led me down a long hallway with a seemingly endless number of doors all of which remained closed. Finally we reached our destination and she opened the door to her chosen room.
Once she pulled me inside I saw that though the room was enormous there was almost nothing in it. That was until I noticed the man in the corner. The man I assumed to be her husband appeared to be in his mid-forties. He was a little overweight and graying slightly, but the most noticeable thing about him was that he was tied naked to a wooden chair with a ball gag in his mouth and some type of leather chastity device encasing his genitals. I found out later that she had also placed a plug up his ass as well.
Gretchen led me to an open area of the floor directly in front of her husband and commanded me to kneel. Then she removed my leash before pushing me onto my back, crushing my hands behind me. Next, she grabbed my already-softened member and balls and stuffed them into a leather chastity device matching that of her other captive. After that she grabbed a two-and-a-half foot spreader bar with leather cuffs and attached it to my ankles, as well as to a hook on the floor. Finally she walked over to a spot on the wall behind her husband and pressed an intercom button.
"Rose," she called, "I need you to come here in twenty minutes. Don't be late."
After Rose affirmed her understanding Gretchen stepped confidently over to me and lowered her pussy down to my lips. "Lick!" she barked, as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards her.
Without hesitation I began to lap at her delicious twat as if trying to discover exactly how many licks it took to get to the center of her tootsie pop. In a matter of minutes she was soaking wet and pulling my hair harder and harder with every orgasm she experienced. I was so turned on that my cock struggled to grow in spite of its bondage until it became apparent that the more it tried to grow the more painful it became and it finally gave up.
Suddenly I heard the door open and Rose walked in. Although I could not see what was going on I could hear Gretchen command her to release him and remove the ball gag. These events were obviously foreign to Rose, because Gretchen repeated herself several times as Rose apparently froze in her tracks.
During their communications I made the mistake of taking a second or two too long while taking a breath when I should have been providing her pleasure. She was quick to remind me of my purpose as she slapped my thigh with her open hand.
I vigorously returned to licking her dripping pussy as the other male slave was released from his bondage. Soon Gretchen was climaxing once more as she bucked up and down on my face. As her climax subsided I felt the strap holding my chastity device in place being loosened. Apparently I had missed that directive given to Rose before she left.
"Come here, Slave," Gretchen called to her husband, as she rose from her seat on my face. Then she kissed him passionately as she squeezed the bondage holding his genitals. After that she whispered something in his ear before returning to me and helping me to a seated position and releasing one of my hands from its cuffs. Next she pushed me back down and locked the cuffs back on, but over my head this time. After that she attached them to another hook in the floor so that I was held tightly in place.
"Go ahead, slave," she directed. "I want him nice and hard when I fuck him."
Needless to say I was a bit confused, but I would not have to wait long to get the answers. Before I knew it he was kneeling in front of me preparing to suck my cock.
"Suck it now, Slave," she shouted, when he took too long. "Or you'll never touch this pussy again and I can guarantee you will never get that threesome you've been begging for."
That was all it took. He quickly grabbed my soft member and licked it slowly.
"Get him hard now," she followed, impatiently. "I need a cock in me so bad."
I looked up and caught her fingering herself as her husband slowly brought my cock to life. It was obvious he had not done this before, but I was surprisingly aroused by the idea of another man being forced to suck my cock so I could fuck his wife.
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