Caged for Freedom Ch. 02

As I turned the water off and started drying myself, Gail stopped me.

"OK, I guess we had better sluice you out inside as well to make sure we have all that banana out. We don't want Bob to have to contend with that now do we?" she added then directed me to kneel in the shower and present my butt for the nozzle.

Now what I hadn't noticed was that Gail did have an inflatable enema nozzle. It was of the double Bardex type and had balloons that would be both inside and outside me to make a very secure seal at the anus.

I heard Gail put on some latex glove then felt her first dry round my butt then start applying a good deal of lubricant. As she started to insert the enema nozzle inside me, I eventually realised that this was a much bigger nozzle than I was used to at home.

"That certainly feels like a big nozzle you're using back there," I commented.

"Well," said Gail, "it's actually a double Bardex so there is plenty to get inside then we blow the balloons up, start the water flowing and see just how much of that bag you can take," she added menacingly.

It felt strange having the nozzle pushed inside but when Gail started to blow the internal balloon up, the sensation went from strange to interesting to an unusual full feeling as the balloon filled the lower part of my rectum. When Gail felt it had been pumped up enough, she now started on the external balloon. Now that felt really strange as it forced it's way between my buttock cheeks and pulled the internal balloon tight against my sphincter.

"Alright now, that should do it," Gail said matter of factly, then she stood, reached up and released the clamp holding the water back.

The enema bag had been hung quite high and I noted quickly that the rush of water into me was forceful and built pressure very quickly. I was just about to mention that to Gail when she unhooked the bag from the shower rail and placed it lower on the vanity beside me.

"We don't want to blow you up now do we," Gail empathised with me.

I could feel the flow of water slow and the pressure gradually ease as I knew the water was now creeping its way through my lower bowel. Time seemed to stand still for a while as we were both quiet and the only sound was the occasional gurgle coming from my distending abdomen.

"Wow, I think we will call that empty," Gail said, startling me out of my reverie.

I glanced up to the vanity and saw the enema bag lying limply on the counter. What had been a very full and tight bag had emptied itself into my now straining bowel.

Gail shut off the clamp and asked me to stand. She said there was no way she was going to deflate the internal balloon until I was sitting on the toilet because I would probably explode as soon as the pressure was released.

Walking the short distance across the bathroom was an interesting experience. I manoeuvred carefully to the toilet and gingerly sat down, making sure the enema tubing was out of the way of everything.

"Ready?" Gail asked.

I simply nodded and waited for the release.

I heard the air hiss out of the release valve and felt the internal balloon start to diminish in size when suddenly, with no sense of it happening, the flood of the enema came rushing out of me. It ran on and on seemingly with no end in sight. The expression on my face must have been amusing because Gail stood back and laughed and laughed as she watched and heard me evacuate the enema.

"I think you'd best just sit there for a while and get it all out. I'll go clean and put this away and make sure everything is ready for me to get you bound. I'll be back soon," and with that Gail was gone.

I sat on the toilet for what must have been 15 - 20 minutes until I knew for certain that there was no more water to come out. It had taken quite a bit of effort and massaging to get the last bits out but at least I knew that I was squeaky clean inside for Bob.

Eventually Gail came back and asked me if everything was all good. With my affirmation, she told me to get dressed again as I was earlier and come into the kitchen. I thought that was a little strange as she had had me naked the previous night. Oh, and don't forget to put the plug back in, she added.

I got my shirt back on then carefully rolled the stay ups back on, followed by my very short skirt and eventually the heels. I was pleased that I was dealing with the heels well even though they were really quite high for me and demanded a good deal of my concentration to walk in them. I found some lube and gently reinserted the butt plug then finally redressed, I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Gail had been busy and had laid out all the bondage gear she had used the previous evening ready to put it on me.

"I know it is only 6pm and Bob is not due here until 8:30pm but I know you like being bound and from what you said yesterday, the position you are bound in is really quite comfortable so I reckon we should get you locked up then you can enjoy the experience of a decent time in the stocks," Gail said.

Who was I to argue! She knew me sometimes better than I knew myself and I really did love to be bound tightly and unforgivingly and the pillory was certainly unforgiving.

As the previous evening, Gail started by handing me the ear plugs. It was much easier for me to put these in myself and I managed to get them in really deep which almost made me totally deaf.

Before she did anything else though, Gail took the hinged cuffs from the bench and applied them tightly to my wrists behind me. She said she didn't want any interference from me as she completed the bondage. Then again, as before, Gail now went about rendering me deaf, blind and silent as she laced, buckled and locked the hood, blindfold and gag onto me. Finally I felt her unbutton the front of my shirt and I knew that she had not forgotten the nipple clips.

She reached inside my shirt and teased my nipples, pulling and twisting them to make them stand up. For a guy I have very sensitive nipples so what she was doing to them connected directly with my penis which was now straining to stand up inside the unrelenting steel cage. Suddenly the pleasure of the tease was replaced with the pain of the clip as she fastened first one then the other onto my erect and sensitive nipples. Not leaving it at that, she now took the small strings attached to the clips and pulled the clips up and outward, twisting my nipples painfully.

I gasped in pain and my penis made an even bigger effort to burst out of the restraining cage. She knew I was loving what she was doing and I reckoned I could hear her breathing heavily as she tortured me - she was getting off on it too!

Letting go the clips, she moved behind me and I could feel her unlocking the hand cuffs. Once she had those removed, she gently pushed me forward toward the bench where I would be bent over, locked into the pillory for the next few hours. I reached out blindly and Gail took my hands and guided my wrists into the wooden cut outs of the pillory. Reaching forward now, I stretched my neck and lifted my chin as I knew I had to and felt my way into the neck cut out.

Gently, so as not to pinch any skin, Gail now lowered the top of the pillory into place and secured it closed with a padlock and there I was, going nowhere and awaiting another arse pounding by a hard cock.

I felt Gail buckle a cuff of the spreader bar round my left ankle and at her urging, spread my legs so she could get the second cuff fastened. It was at this point that I realised I was still in my heels and that my calf muscles were being stretched taught by the position I was in. I was not sure how I was going to endure hours of this but had little choice now.

I rather felt than heard Gail leave the kitchen and I was alone, vulnerable and immobile. I was loving it!!

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I enjoyed investigating my current state and the feelings I was experiencing. As yesterday, the nipple clips bit into me as I rested my chest on the bench top. Again, as my calf muscles were telling me, there was nothing I could do about it and would just have to endure.

The pillory held me very tightly. The cut outs on the solid wood I had made myself to the exact measurements of my wrists and neck and had then lined with thick felt to make them softer. With the way I was stretched across the bench, the pillory was even more immobilising than it may normally have been but I wasn't complaining. What I was doing was dribbling through my gag which I knew was bound to happen but thoughtful Gail had placed a small towel beneath the gag to catch the drips. Though I found it quite embarrassing to think that I was soaking a towel with my spittle in the position I was in, I had no choice in the matter.

I suppose, that's what being bound was all about. The fact that I had given the power over me to someone else and whatever they wanted to do with me, I had no choice in. Just as on Tuesday when Gail had whipped and caned me when we were trying the pillory for fit, right now, if she had wanted to do it again, I would have just had to endure her whim. It felt totally delicious!!

I don't know how long I had been locked up and for that matter it didn't matter but I suddenly started as I felt an extremely light touch on my sheer stockinged leg. I thought it may have been a cat's tail to start with but the light tingly sensation travelled slowly up my leg until it reached the hem of my skirt then swapped legs and travelled slowly down again. This happened a number of time which I found to be such a sensory overload, it was driving me crazy. Just when I couldn't take any more, whatever it was stopped. I waited and listened and could not hear a thing nor feel anything more.

Just when I let my guard down and was relaxing again, I felt someone move the hem of my skirt up, exposing my butt and the plug that sat firmly inside of me. The light caressing I had been feeling on my legs now started fluttering over my naked buttocks raising goose bumps as they went. I finally realised that I was feeling a feather being played over my skin and it had to be Gail teasing me mercilessly.

The feather continued stroking the tight skin of my butt, every now and then though delving down between my legs and tickling my balls which were being held firmly by the chastity cage which stretched the skin taught round them. The teasing was exquisite!!

When Gail stopped, I thought she would simply slink away but then a shock. I felt her working at the butt plug I had in and it felt very much like she was taking a good grip of it to pull it out. She started wiggling it a bit which had a delicious effect on my prostate but then she definitely started pulling it out and in no time had my butt open and waiting.

I reckoned it couldn't have been 8:30pm yet so was not sure why she was preparing me for a fucking so soon. Just as the previous night, Gail inserted the nozzle of a squeeze bottle and squirted an over generous amount of lube into my butt but once it was withdrawn, I felt nothing.

I waited and waited and figured she had set me up to think that it was time for Bob to fuck me and was fucking with my mind. I liked having my mind fucked with and Gail knew this big time. What I didn't expect was what happened next.

I thought I'd heard movement but wasn't sure. What I was sure about though was the sound of high heels walking on the kitchen tiles. The foot falls were soft to my ears but were measured and determined and were definitely getting closer. I heard them stop behind me then felt Gail's soft, small hands alight gently on my buttocks. I reckoned by what I could feel that she was standing directly behind me in the same position as Bob had stood last night and was going to stand again tonight.

She lifted her right hand off my butt cheek then I got a surprise. I felt something brush against my butt hole. A butt hole that was stretched and open and had been recently well lubed. A butt hole that now felt something prodding gently at it. The prodding went on, gently pushing against me and very slowly, determinedly entering me further and further. The small in out movement felt very much like a rigid penis but I knew that was wrong so it must be a dildo of some sort. It certainly felt big, though the way Gail was easing it into me, my butt was opening and welcoming it with virtual ease.

Gail continued to push the dildo ever deeper within me and I reckoned I could feel ridges and nubs along the shaft that played wickedly with my sphincter and I could feel the girth and length of it deliciously probing at my prostate. I had no idea how long the dildo was but Gail seemed to feed more and more into me until I thought I could feel it bottoming out inside me. It was at that point that I felt Gail's thighs against my buttocks and realised that I was being impaled on a long, thick strap on that Gail was wearing.

All the bits of the puzzle came together then. I had been wondering about hearing the high heels on the kitchen tiles but that now made sense. Gail was certainly not too tall and the only way she could be tall enough to get a strap on into me was to wear sky high heels, especially as I was also wearing heels. I could only assume she was wearing impossibly high platform shoes which, since I had a shoe fetish, would have to get to see later!!

Just as Gail had bottomed out within me, she started a slow, rhythmical in out motion, just like a man would do when fucking someone. There was no hurry with what she was doing, just a slow measured pace. Sometimes she would pull almost all the way out before sliding fully back inside while other times she would withdraw only an inch or two before pushing all the way back again.

Gail kept the rhythm going for many minutes, all the while holding my hips with her small hands. I was finding it mesmerising being pushed against the bench and then pulled back again, feeling the pillory hold me tight as Gail put pressure on my wrists and neck. On the in stroke, my caged cock was being pushed hard against the cupboard doors and reminded me that I was still well caged and would stay so until Gail decided otherwise.

After some time that I could only guess at, Gail slowly picked up the pace. Her in out pumping got faster and faster and the pressure she was putting into each stroke got harder and harder until she was pounding my arse like the best of them. Even with the ear plugs and hood, I could hear Gail's breathing getting laboured and I knew that she was getting very turned on by what she was doing.

I was definitely getting turned on too and had a most painful semi erection inside my chastity cage and I knew my penis would be leaking precum profusely. I was loving it!!

With almost an animal like grunt, Gail suddenly thrust particularly hard against me and started shaking and moaning and I knew she had cum herself. Staying still well and truly buried within me, Gail collapsed over my back and I felt her hands drag down over my shoulders as she slowly returned to earth from her orgasm. All I was able to do was lie there and wait as the extra weight she provided onto my back, ground the nipple clips even harder into my nipples providing even more exquisite pain to my ordeal.

Reluctantly, I felt Gail stand and slowly withdraw the huge phallus from my aching arse then with almost sadness, I heard her walk away across the kitchen tiles in those heels I was longing to see.

I waited for some time before I felt and heard Gail return. She brought her mouth close to my ears so she was sure I could hear her.

"I hope that was as much fun for you as it was for me. Seeing Bob fuck your beautiful arse yesterday was just too much for me and I knew I needed a piece of it too. Knowing that you wanted more pounding, I thought a relim would set you up for later. By the way Bob is almost here, I got a text from him a few moments ago and he'll be here early, in about 5 minutes, so your evening has only started," Gail told me.

I heard her move away then. She had obviously taken off the towering heels because I couldn't hear her walking on the tiles anymore and I could only assume she was wearing clothing that she could move silently in to give me no clue as to where she was.

The waiting was terrible and interminable. It played tricks on my mind as I strained to hear anything that would give away whether anyone was close or not. Most importantly I strained to hear the door bell ring which would announce the arrival of Bob.

I was trying to relax as much as I could when suddenly I felt a hand on my left hip. It was a large hand and I knew immediately that Bob was standing behind me. Gail and he had obviously worked together to get him inside and to me with no noise at all to give him away!!

I heard murmuring and tried to catch the odd word.

"Nice legs and the heels look great," I heard Bob say then with a sudden realisation, knew that Bob was not blindfolded and could see me. My heart quickened with the concern that I might be recognisable but what could I do, I was totally out of control and they both knew it.

Bob had brought himself close to me now and I could feel his very erect penis between my butt cheeks. He pushed in against me, sliding his shaft up and down, teasing my puckered anus as his head slid over it.

"Awesome arse too," I heard him say to Gail as I felt him now line up his penis with my butt hole and start to work himself inside me.

Though I was worried about the recognition thing, I was totally taken away by the feeling of a real penis inside me. While the dildo had been a great sensation and had rocked my socks, the feeling of a real penis was just so much better. While it was hard, it had a softness to it too and felt warm and alive as Bob invaded my already well fucked rear.

In no time at all, Bob was in as far as he could go and his thighs were being pushed hard against my buttocks as he tried to force his member ever deeper into me. The sensations for me were overwhelming and now that I was over the nervousness of the first encounter, I let myself go and revelled in the feelings that were cascading over me. I was being fucked - properly!

Bob started his in out fucking and he really knew how to contact my prostate. The feeling of having his penis stroking back and forth against it were heavenly I knew that chastity cage or not, there was no way I was going to be able to avoid cumming from his ministrations.

I realised we were both groaning and straining. Even if the noises coming from me were far from understandable, there would have been no doubt in anyone's minds that they were hearing noises of intense pleasure.

Bob was now holding my hips tightly in his large rough hands and was pounding into my arse with enormous strength. His thighs slapped into my buttock as he pushed me heavily against the bench, plundering what he had claimed as his, then with one almighty thrust, Bob emptied his semen deep within my bowels. He continued pumping into me, filling me up with his seed and causing me to push back against him as much as I could to try and milk that last little bit from him.

Over too fast, I could feel Bob's erection ebb and with no ceremony, I felt him slip out of my butt and a few drops of his cum, slip down my leg and into the tops of my stay ups.

Bobs hands left my hips and I felt more than heard him walk away. I was alone again waiting for what?

I listened intently for any sound but couldn't hear anything save for the blood rushing through my ears. I figured that seeing as they had engineered Bob's soundless arrival, they could also organise his soundless departure so just gave up trying and revelled in the feelings emanating from my very well fucked arse.

"It's still early so can I have a play now?" Gail said as she startled me. I had not heard her approach and hearing her voice close to my ear, knew she was standing very close.