Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, for this my latest offering we move into a word that could be considered 'dystopian.' A word used to describe a fictional world, one far more authoritative and dictatorial than is the normal in this world, especially in the so-called 'Western' world. One where females really are something that they are often described us, either here or other such sites, the superior sex. And ownership of a male by a female, is TOTALLY legal.
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PAYING MY DEPTS
They came for me, just as I knew they would, slightly before dawn. My time had run out, I had failed to re-pay a considerable sum of money to a creditor, a formidable businesswoman named Denise Dorchester, and therefore I now legally belonged to her. My slumbers became rather rudely disturbed as the door to my flat became opened and two beautiful women walked in, both clad in stylish leather suits with short skirts, which only just concealed the fact that the sheer nylon on their legs was in the form of stockings and not tights. And no, they hadn't broken the door open, with this apartment block also owned, and run on behalf of Denise, they had a spare key.
As I was struggling to leave the state of sleep, having switched on the light within my bedroom, they both stood at the foot of the bed. Gradually my eyes adjusted, and I finally could focus on them. Now, in normal circumstances another part of my body would have also reacted to their presence here, but I knew they hadn't come here for my benefit.
One of them produced a legal looking document, which of course was fully official, and began reading it out loud. Mentioning my full name and that, including interest, I was in debt to the tune of thirty-one thousand, six hundred and forty-one Credits to said Denise. And they had come for one of two things. Either said sum, or I if did not have the money available, my body. For as said before, under the terms of the law if I couldn't pay her, which of course I was in no position to do so, then she would legally become my owner.
I arose from the bed, just wearing pyjama bottoms. "I'm sorry Ladies, but I have nothing like that sum available. I know that this is nothing personal on your part, you're just here doing your job, as it were, so you'll simply have to perform your duty."
"Thank you for being honest and not wasting our time. STAND STILL! Place your arms behind your back!" I obeyed, watching the other girl reach into her rucksack, her hands emerging with a leather collar in her hands. Which, just prior to fitting around my neck, she allowed me to view the metal plate on its front, with the inscription within. 'DOMINATED BY DENISE!'
Said collar had secure 'D' rings mounted on the front and rear, and for the moment it was the rear mounted one that was relevant. For once the collar had been firmly placed my neck, with the buckle being totally held shut with a small padlock, the other girl produced a length of chain, about a metre long, one end of which she padlocked to said 'D' ring. Next, they took hold of a leather arm cuff each, which together they surrounded my two wrists with, again padlocking the buckles inescapably shut.
One of them now took hold of that chain, feeding it through both of the 'D' rings contained by both cuffs, before pulling the still open end back up to the collar, with another small padlock fastening the chain to the collar's ring. That was it then, my arms were firmly secured behind my back, with movement available but to a very limited degree. I had descended into captivity to them, and by association to Denise. I now belonged to her.
Not that my captors had finished with me just yet, for now one of them grabbed my PJ bottoms, pulling them down and then off. Leaving me completely naked as well as bound. And with a huge boner, the hardest my, far larger than average, cock had ever been in its entire life. I'd just discovered that being in bondage to sexy females turned me on like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Of course, this state of affairs did not go un-noticed by my two captors. "Wow, Lynda, take a look at THIS! Mistress Denise is going to love that!"
"Yes, isn't she just. You're going to discover slave, that your new Mistress is extremely kinky. And absolutely sex mad!" Said her companion, the one whose name I'd just discovered was Lynda. And who started to stroke my member, with her touch being even more accentuated by the fact that her hand was enclosed within a soft leather glove! "But we'd better not make him cum, Gwen. Mistress Denise will want his first orgasm as her property to be administered by herself."
Gwen fetched a tie, which she then fastened around my balls and the base of the cock in question, preventing the state of affairs that their fear of any repercussions from Denise made them determined to avoid. "Doesn't mean that can't have a little fun here though. We've been ordered to gag him for his journey into Mistress Denise's captivity, and I've got an idea that could be a little different, and a LOT more exciting for you and I than the normal ball gag we've brought with us."
With that Gwen unfastened her leather skirt, which she allowed to deftly drop to the floor, stepping out of it. Approaching me she uttered, "steady him Lynda." As Lynda grabbed hold of my body from behind, Gwen started to grind her pussy on my rigid cock. Now because her pussy was covered in the satin of her panties, it took rather a long time for her to bring herself to climax, and when she did succeed, it was quite a mild one. But it was sufficient for just what her dirty mind had planned, she had to some degree coated her panties in her own sexual juices. She then removed them; she had another destination in mind for these. My mouth.
And when she did place them within, she was quite careful to place them firmly to one side, before using another bondage tie to prevent me from ejecting them. "Your turn Lynda, there's plenty of room in there for two pairs!"
