Bound Friends Pt. 04

"That's your first lesson, right now we are not equals and you don't get to demand anything. Unless you tap out, you are mine for the weekend. You're under my roof, in the middle of nowhere, I have all your stuff locked away, and I even have you locked away. You need to learn a little humility." Lea said in the most commanding, monologuing voice she could muster.

Megan who had been watching turned her head to the side. "I'm sorry Mistress, I'll try to do better," she said with a very convincing tone of remorse and apology.

Lea smiled, "I'm sure you will. And I've got a little present for you..." she said as she pulled out a latex hood. "Made just to your size and everything."

Megan decided not to struggle as Lea climbed up onto the bed to attach the hood. The smell was intoxicating. As Lea zipped it closed, it began to hug her head, pushing gently against almost every square inch making it impossible to ignore. She had closed her eyes as the mask went on and was startled to see that when she opened her eyes, her vision was limited to directly in front of her. It began, along with Lea's ultimatum, to delve her deep into a submissive headspace.

Andrea watched on the big screen as Lea began to tease her friend still helplessly tied to the bed. Lea though seemed to be acting... different. She was not as intimate. She did not run her hands along Megan's exposed body as Lea often would to her. Instead, she was hunched over the bars at the foot of the bed, flicking and playing with her phone. It was certainly enough to have Megan thrash wildly, but for what Andrea had grown used to it almost seemed... cold.

The audio was surprisingly good, she could not only make out every moan but the creak of the bed as she pulled. And it meant that everything they said might as well have been saying right in front of her.

"So do you think this is good enough slave?" Lea asked after turning down her chip. "You said you wanted something more extreme, is this good enough for that?"

"Oh yes Mistress," Megan said meekly and slightly out of breath. "Do whatever you wish, I'm your helpless property now Mistress."

Andrea was taken aback. She had remembered Megan being a bit more eagre, but it had been nearly two months since they had done anything with her and Lea at the same time and she wasn't this extreme then. Hell, Andrea had almost been half living with Lea and she hadn't ever unprompted called herself Lea's property. Slave sure, but even that felt different... somehow. And it was something she often needed prompting to call herself.

As Lea walked out of frame, presumably to get something Andrea began to marvel at how well Megan's hood, much like her own, masked almost all distinguishing facial features. Andrea and Megan already shared some physical characteristics, they both wore roughly the same sized cloths and they both had blue eyes. Without facial features or differing clothing style, there was in fact very little to tell them apart. If she hadn't personally watched Lea put the mask on Megan, she could almost wonder if it wasn't an old recording from this one time when she was tied in a similar way.

Lea walked back into frame with a long thin cane, something Andrea knew from experience hurt a lot. "Hold still and be quiet" Lea said, before landing the first swat square across Megan's breasts, but Megan somehow held her tongue. The next hit elicited a slight sound and a brief squarm to try to move out of the way. But hit after hit, long past the point where Andrea would have been begging to do anything at all to make it stop, Megan kept taking it.

"You know, property doesn't often get treated well," Lea said as she set the cane down and bent in closer to inspect the forming red marks. She ran a finger along one line across Megan's belly that was already turning into a welt. Megan didn't move or say anything. "And my property doesn't get to complain."

Andrea felt a certain uneasiness began to settle over her. She felt the need to look away, to pull on her chains and get out. Of course she knew quite well those chains were going nowhere and while she could turn away she could do nothing to silence the voices coming through the speakers. But she felt somehow much more trapped all of a sudden and didn't seem to know why.

The cane perhaps? It certainly hurt. More than once Lea simply bringing it out was enough to get her to behave. But no that wasn't it. Was it the mask? It certainly was odd, seeing Megan looking so close to herself. Was it calling herself property? Andrea certainly didn't think she wanted to be property. And with Megan looking so similar, was Andrea picturing herself calling herself property? Lea's property?

That thought started to strike a nerve, she figured that must be it. She was just seeing herself in Megan's place and feeling trapped at being called property. It was definitely that. It certainly had nothing to do with watching Lea gently touch her other captured victim. Certainly not, she would have to be jealous for that to be the case and what reason did she have to be jealous?

OK, maybe a little bit of what one might call jealous, but jealous still seemed like the wrong word somehow. It must just be that she was used to getting all the attention and now she wasn't. A simple jealousy over not having her full attention. That could be, cause what other reason would she have of being jealous of a friend spending time with another friend instead of her. Because that's all Lea was right? Just a friend? Of course she was, that shouldn't even have a question mark by it.

Andrea turned back to the screen as she heard a soft moan break the silence. Lea was laying beside Megan toying with Megan's breasts. She seemed to alternate her attacks, sometimes a gentle slow circle around the nipple, sometimes a playful swat of the whole breast, sometimes a flick or a pinch of the nipple itself. But it was when she had leaned in to use her tongue that Megan let out the moan that recaptured Andrea's attention.

Andrea's face turned beet red and her stomach suddenly felt very unsettled. She quickly looked away but her mind was already racing. What the hell did that just mean? Andrea was suddenly very confused and began to pull violently on her chains. She was suddenly very done with all of this. She didn't like this game any more. With a lone tear dripping from her eye she blurted out "halt, halt god damn it, halt" getting steadily louder to a room full of no one.

Lea's phone began loudly beeping. She may not have heard Andrea but the building did and like it was programmed to, it quickly let her know. Lea rushed over, not giving any kind of explanation to Megan and almost forgetting the code to open the door out to the hallway.

"Are you alright?" Lea said as she burst into the parlor.

"I'm.. I just.. get me out please. Halt. Please I want to get out," Andrea said, doing her best to wipe the few small tears onto the couch before turning to look at Lea. Almost instantly she felt her arms and legs release and she sat up on the couch.

"Do you want me to go get the key to unscrew the rest?" Lea said setting down next to her friend and draping her arm around her.

Andrea leaned her head over onto Lea's shoulder and sniffed in a large "I totally wasn't crying" sniffle. "Maybe. I don't.. I mean.. sur.. no I guess not. But cloths, I'd definitely like to take a break and get dressed. And this hood, get it off.. this all a.. I'm sorry I just need .. well I think need a break."

"That's ok. Don't ever feel bad about that hon." Lea said squeezing her friend tightly trying to reassure her from whatever it was that spooked her. Whatever had happened had clearly hit hard and all she wanted to do was make it better but was afraid about pushing too much. "Ok, you just wait here, I'll bring your bag and in the mean time we've got the satellite," She said as she reached over and handed Andrea the remote after changing the projector back to TV mode. She unlocked the back of the hood and raised up the zipper enough for Andrea to do the rest.

Lea had already been developing feelings since she started with these bondage sessions, but over the last two weeks there was no maybe about it, she had developed a full on crush. More than just a crush, she'd had a few of those before, this was deeper. This was a more fundamental connection, a deep passionate attachment that tried to tie her to Andrea. It hurt her to see Andrea like this and hurt more because she didn't know how to make it better.

Lea didn't broadcast very widely that she was gay, but she knew who she was and her close friends did too. They said they don't judge her for it, and she believes them. She did worry however about how they would feel if they knew she had feelings for one of them. None of them claimed to be gay, though she also gave herself quite a few "could've fooled me" chuckles when she thought about what she had been doing with her supposedly not gay friends. She usually just chalked that up to "they just really like BDSM and I'm one of the few they trust enough to play with." But play and love are very different. If they thought that line wasn't just vanishing for her, but was outright gone altogether, would they still be OK? Right now Lea was reasonably happy with how things were, she'd always had a kinky side and for the first time she isn't just tying herself up and fantasizing alone. She didn't want to lose that, or worse lose her oldest friends altogether, by admitting things to Andrea she wouldn't be able to take back.

By the time she returned with the suitcase and allen key, Andrea had already moved to the corner of the couch and had found a cheesy sitcom to watch. Lea set the key down on the coffee table and the suitcase right beside it. "Are you really OK, do you want to talk about it?" she asked as she sat down facing Andrea.

"I don't know I just.. well.." Andrea started, unsure of how she was going to finish before setting off. "I guess there was something... I mean Megan's kind of nuts with this stuff," she finally said, figuring it was a safe and true enough answer.

"Yeah, ever since I put her in that chastity device it's been just on runaway course. She started looking at these sites that started giving her.. well maybe I should just leave it alone." Lea said, thinking that going into more detail might make Andrea upset again.

"No, I'm better, it's fine," Andrea said as she got up to reach for her bag. "I think I just need some downtime. I might be ok later tonight, but just not right now," she said, flashing Lea a quick caring smile.

Lea felt such warm relief from that smile. "Well, I'll be back in a bit. I kind of ran out with no explanation and hopefully Megan isn't now freaking out. What am I saying, she probably loved it." Andrea gave just half a laugh as she rummaged through her bag which gave Lea reassurance at what seemed a sure sign that Andrea was feeling better. "Oh, your phone's in your bag, if you need anything, I'll obviously have mine." After a quick thumbs up from Andrea mid-shirt-putting-on, Lea felt better and closed the door behind her as she left.

****

Lea was a little shaken and rather than going right back to Megan retired to her room. She collapsed into her bed and let everything kind of just race through her head. She really hoped this hadn't been a mistake bringing everyone up at once.

She opened up her laptop that was still on the bed. It had the same two cameras displaying Megan and Sophia. The latter pulling angrily on her bindings and the former seemingly at peace to remain hooded and waiting. She moved over to cameras facing Andrea. She was sitting up with her knees against her chest, holding and examining her hood. She seemed just so utterly confused, and seemed to be letting the hood be an embodiment of that.

Lea slid over to her side. As she watched, she ran through a million what ifs. What if this was something she did? What if she went back to try to comfort her? What if Andrea took that the wrong way? What if she simply kept Megan out of sight? What if this really wasn't about Megan at all? And if not, what could it possibly be? She was coming up with a lot of questions but not a lot of answers.

She figured the safe answer would be to let Andrea work through whatever it was on her own, if she want's help hopefully she'll ask for it. Even with two of her friends under secure lock and key, she couldn't help but feel utterly powerless at that moment.

"Well," she said to herself, "I should maybe get back to it."

After grabbing what she needed, she headed back to Megan's room. Megan looked over as the door opened but otherwise made no movement or sound. "So are you liking the latex as much as you thought?"

"Oh yes Mistress,"

"Good," Lea said as set her stuff down on the dresser. "Now, here is the allen key for your cuffs," she said as she handed Megan a piece of metal and walked back to open the door. "I'm going to release you from the bed now, and I'm going to leave this door open. I've left your bag in the car and the car keys on the coffee table. You could make a break for it, get dressed and get out of here, leave me totally stranded. But you're not going to do that. You will take off your cuffs and stand beside the bed while I put this latex on you because that is my command and you're an obedient slave." Lea said as she walked back to the pile of latex she brought with her. Of course she hadn't actually put out her keys, and Andrea had already brought in her bag, she wanted to be intimidating not stupid. But just like Lea had thought, Megan didn't do much more than look in the door's direction before unscrewing her cuffs and standing at attention.

Lea started with two, very long black latex opera gloves with some small metal buttons accenting the top. It took the effort of both woman to get it all the way on and smoothed out. It was somewhat thick, and made bending at the elbows a little more difficult. It became nearly paper thin around the wrists, allowing Lea to reattach her cuffs without adding too much pressure to the custom fit shackles. Next came a few thin pieces of latex with a clip at one end and a metal loop at the other. Megan watched as Lea clicked them into place around her waist band creating what seemed to be garters. As Megan expected excitedly, next came latex stockings. She had been wanting to try these for weeks now since she saw a particularly steamy video and had made that pretty clear to Lea, who had clearly listened. They didn't fit quite as tightly as the gloves, but certainly were not easy to get on either. Like the gloves there was a thin band to allow the ankle cuffs to be comfortably reattached. The shoes which locked into her ankle cuffs were much taller than Megan normally wore, maybe 5 or 6 inches, giving her a few inches on Lea as she stood back up.

Megan barely stopped herself from letting out a small squeal as she saw Lea grab the last piece. She didn't want to break character but inside she just wanted to go over and hug Lea like she just got her a marvelous Christmas present. It was a black latex maid's uniform complete with ribbed corset and it was gorgeous. Megan stepped in carefully making sure her heel didn't catch. It was a bit tight to get up over her waist but fit eventually. Lea grabbed a few links of metal and going slowly around Megan's waist, found the holes in the dress that lined up with the unused slots in her belt, locking the suit to the belt and keeping available the option to lock things to her waist. Lea fed Megan's arms through openings that allowed Lea to position the topmost part of the dress around the openings of the metal collar, making a near seamless continuation of black latex from dress to hood.

Next Lea guided Megan's breasts through two small openings in the fabric just above the corset. The openings were just slightly smaller than Megan's full breasts and so once they were fed through the stood out proudly. The corset offered it's share of support too as Lea started tightening it. As the two sides of the corset began to meet in the back, Lea methodically worked, tightening the laces from the top and bottom up to the centre. It was slow going but Megan loved the feeling of it ever so slightly getting tighter and tighter. When Lea was satisfied, she fixed the sleeves to the gloves, connecting the metal electromagnets on the opera gloves with matching ones on the inside of the suit.

Standing back she was a marvel to behold. Standing up, the only uncovered skin were here breasts, lips and eyes. It was solid black with only a small white latex apron to really drive home the maid look.The suit gripped and hugged everywhere except for the skirt, which came down just inches below the tops of her stockings. It made them both very aware that if she ever bent over the tiny skirt would provide no protection.

Megan was absolutely lost in the moment. The smells were overpowering, the grip of the latex was everywhere, the chip was still humming away at a low setting, and the thickness made every movement just a little bit stiffer and harder. She was so far gone she had even missed it when Lea tried calling out to her twice. It was only when she felt tingly pin pricks surrounding her breasts that she returned to reality.

"So I see you got a little lost, are you back now?" Lea asked as Megan simply nodded her head. "Good. Now when I bought this place I decided to pick up a few extra, lets just call them presents for each of you. Don't ask how much it cost but your face certainly tells me I picked right."

A stupid grin crossed Megan's hooded face as she looked down to the floor not knowing how to respond.

"And I haven't even gotten to the best part. You see obviously how well it incorporates into your shackles? Well it's made by the same company, Alternative Dynamics, and that means it has quite a few tricks up its sleeve. That shock to your tits was just an example, come with me there's more," Lea said as she walked slowly out of the room with Megan close behind following her out to the back patio.

"Over there is a bucket and a brush. You wanted to be a maid, well maids clean," Lea said as she pointed to a silvery bucket with a metal handled rough scrubbing brush "Of course, there are ways of making it interesting. I'm going to give you one and a half hours, I want this deck spotless. For every mistake you will get five strokes of the cane. But that's not all," she said as she picked up the brush. "This little guy is no ordinary brush. It can tell movement and it can tell pressure, so it knows when it's being used and when its been set aside. When it's brushing... while how about a demonstration" she said before demonstrating by scrubbing the handrail. As soon as it started brushing, Megan felt a pleasurable surge of electricity across both breasts. It would massage and play in proportion to each stroke, turning back off when Lea stopped. "And if it sits idle for more than 5 seconds, it'll start giving out shocks that become more and more painful the longer it sits idle."

Megan was handed the brush and without further command began working in the far corner, scrubbing off half a year's dirt and grime. The feeling the dress was feeding her breasts was pleasurable, but all it did was make her more frustrated. It had been nearly a month, her NESIC was still on a low simmer, and she was being objectified in the exact way she had been thinking about for weeks. She wanted so desperately to be able to put her hands between her legs, but the steel would not allow contact. Besides, ignoring her task would cut the pleasurable electric touching the outfit was teasing her with and eventually lead to painful shocks. Not to mention Lea's threat of the cane, something Megan knew she would be serious about.