Chapter 24

Exhausted, Michelle looked up at Jeffery. He lay collapsed beside her; his lean body glistening from their passionate labors and his breathing as heavy as hers. His blue eyes were looking sternly into hers.

"You came without permission," Jeffery repeated, "I am disappointed in you, slave. You have listened to the rules. You have practiced the rules all this weekend..."

Michelle looked at him, speechless. She had begged him to let her cum but she couldn't remember anything he said past that. She was too caught up in the horniness of the moment.

"As long as you are wearing that collar" he continued, "you are subject to those rules; rules that you agreed to. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Master," the oriental girl said under her breath, her eyes now averted from his.

Michelle had listened to the rules and she had been obeying them as best as she could, but Jeffery's definition of B&D and Michelle's differed. He was into the whole slavery thing with his girlfriend 24/7 and Michelle couldn't do that. She needed to come up for air and be 'normal'. Not that she didn't enjoy the games they had played this weekend, it was just getting to be a little too much.

"You are going to have to be punished," Jeff said as he dangled her black leather ball gag in front of her, "Open wide."

Michelle did as she was told. She really could do little else, bound the way she was. Her wrists were still bound behind her back and cinched to a rope harness that looped behind the back of her neck and around her shoulders. She had tried squirming out of her bindings, but they held tight. She was helpless until he let her go.

He eased the ball behind her teeth and brushed her long black hair aside. Bending her over, she felt him pull the straps to the gag tight as he buckled it into place.

Jeffery grabbed the end of her lead and stood up, giving a slight pull on her leash to show he wanted her to follow suit. She struggled a bit to get up off the bed as Jeffery helped her. He then looked down into her obsidian eyes while pulling her up against him.

"So how should I punish you?" Jeffery asked.

Michelle tried to respond, but all that came from behind her gag was a series of grunts and whines.

Gently, Jeff reached out and began pinching her stiffened nipples through the sweatshirt she was still wearing, eliciting a slight yelp from the bound girl. He continued to play with her nips, caressing them and rolling them between his fingertips. Michelle closed her eyes and moaned.

With her eyes closed, Michelle could savor his every touch. Jeffery was stoking her fires again, fanning her desire with his fingers and light kisses. The fires lit during her first orgasm were flaring; her body aching again.

Taking hold of the hem of the shirt, Jeff pulled it over Michelle's head and threw it onto the rumpled covers of the bed. Now she was fully exposed to his stern gaze.

"Don't move," he told her as he snatched her jacket; pulling from its pocket the ropes that she had been hobbled with.

Kneeling down, Jeff lashed her ankles together, tightly cinching them so her legs seemed welded together. After making sure that Michelle was secure, Jeff threw on his clothes and picked-up the end of her lead.

"Come along, slave," he whispered as he pulled gently on her leash.

Michelle again, did as she was told, hopping as best she could as Jeff led her out of her bedroom and down the short hallway to the living room.

"I noticed that you were watching the security cameras. I imagine that you didn't really want to be seen all tied up like this."

A cold trickle of fear crept down Michelle's spine. The front door was only a few short feet away.

"I think the guy behind the counter sorta likes you too. I can imagine him looking at the security cameras, seeing you hopping down the corridor and trying to get into your apartment."

The Chinese girl shook her head and tried to back away, but Jeffery held onto her leash tightly.

"Who knows if I will lock it or not when we leave..."

Michelle moaned her loud protests into her gag, still shaking her head and pulling back on her leash. If Eric were to see her like this, she was sure that he would make many unwanted come-ons to her. She really dreaded that happening. She would have to move...

"Or, you could beg for my forgiveness and lay at my feet..."

There was no choice. Prostrating herself in front of Jeff was far less humiliating than being forced to go into public like she was. It was a rush doing it when nobody knew she was helpless, but being naked and in her apartment buildings hallway; there was just no fucking way.

" ... and accept being collared as my slave."

Michelle was just started to kneel when she froze upon hearing Jeffery's last few words. She looked up into his smiling blue-grey eyes, fear stabbing through her like an ice-cold dao.

"That means, Michelle, whenever, I desire you to play with, you will available. Of course, I will take in consideration your schedule, but you will not turn me down..."

Fear was turning into anger as she stood at the end of the tether.

" ... since I have all those videos of you and I would hate to leak those onto the internet."

The bound girl listened in disbelief.

" ... linked to your Facebook page, sent to your family and friends. You get the picture."

The Oriental girl began to slowly shake her head, not believing what Jeffery was saying. It was blackmail, pure and simple. There was no way she could live with herself if any of those videos were 'leaked' out onto the internet. Michelle could see that she had any other choice but to become his on call slave.

"Now, kneel before me and beg for my forgiveness, slave," Jeffery commanded.

With some effort, Michelle got onto her knees and bent forward, her forehead touching Jeff's shoes and she whimpering into her gag. Jeffery could feel himself harden again at the sight of her prostrating herself in front of him. Her wrists were still tightly pinned behind her back and her fingers fluttered helplessly as she began to rub her head against his feet like a cat.

"Do you accept your terms of enslavement, girl?" He asked.

Michelle looked up through her tangle of black hair and nodded.

This was the kind of moment Jeff hoped to see his step-sister repeat in the near future. Of course, there were many obstacles to surmount to get his Steph to that point, but he was confident that she would be his slave as well.

"I knew you would," Jeffery smiled, "Come on, it's not all that bad. I promise to be a good Master for you and give you many hours of pleasure in the future. Now, come, slave, follow me."

Michelle felt him yank up on her lead and she gingerly got up from the floor, a hard feat to accomplish with her feet bound together like they were. She hopped unsteadily as Jeffery pulled her along toward her black leather sofa.

"Sit."

The Chinese girl slowly sat down. The leather was almost cold against her skin as she scooted back.

Michelle shrieked as he grabbed her ankles and forced her back on the couch. With a twist, Jeffery had her on her stomach as she wrestled with him. However, it didn't take him long to pin her as he wanted. Taking the other small length of rope that he had, he lashed her ankles tightly to her wrists, almost drawing her into a bow. She screamed her complaints into her gag, but Jeffery couldn't make out a word of what she said. It didn't really matter, he had her the way he wanted her.

Looking around, he grabbed her keys and knelt down so he was eye-to-eye with her.

"Now, I need to run to the store for a few things. I want you to behave and try not to hurt yourself. I will be right back. I am going to leave your door unlock to make sure I can get back in or to make sure the guy downstairs can get in if I call him to check up on you."

"Be good," Jeffery said as he stood up and patted her on the head.

Michelle watched him leave, closing the door behind him. She didn't see if he locked it or not, but he had her keys. She struggled a bit on the sofa, straining against her ropes but she already knew that there was no way out of them. All she could do was wait for him to get back.

There was a flurry of emotions running through Michelle as she lay hogtied; fear, anger, frustration, sadness, lust. However, lust seemed to be taking the lead. Here she was in one of her fantasies, being bound, abused and helpless to do anything about it. She wasn't submissive by nature, at least, not in most of her life. However, this sexual 'thing' was now rampant inside of her psyche and desperately wanting to play.

The bound girl tried to grind her hips to get something going inside her, but the hogtie was too stringent and she could only tease herself. Her frustration level was getting as high as her desire was. She humped the couch as best she could but she only wore herself out. Her fervors and fantasies were now just taunting her as she tried to think of something else.

The least he could have done was leave her a vibrator, Michelle thought to herself.

The Chinese girl didn't know how many minutes had passed or how many lurid scenarios she had envisioned, but she finally heard the click of her lock and saw the twist of the doorknob. Soon, Jeffery came back through the door carrying a plastic bag of stuff.

"Miss me?" He asked as he petted her head.

Michelle snuffled something into her gag. From her glistening caramel-colored skin, it looked as if she had been exerting herself quite a bit. But the ropes held tight and she was just as helpless as he had left her.

"I brought you a few things," he smiled as he up-ended the bag onto the glass coffee table.

Michelle watched as he sorted through the items. There were a pair of padlocks, a coil of clothesline, electrical tape, a ball of string and a stout-looking eyehook. How much more helpless could he make her, she wondered angrily.

The girl's thoughts were interrupted as she watched him move her coffee table back away from the couch. Then grabbing one end of the couch, he pulled it away from the wall. Jeffery repeated that with the other end until he could walk easily behind it. Jeffery then grabbed one of her kitchen chairs and placed it behind the couch.

As soon as she heard the tapping above her, Michelle twisted herself around to see what Jeff was doing. She saw him taking the hammer and rapping it along her apartment ceiling. He went back and forth until he seemed satisfied with a certain spot. He pulled a screwdriver from his pocket and centered it on the marking. With a couple of quick whacks from the hammer, he had a small hole. Then, Jeffery took the eyehook and began to screw it into her ceiling. When it was all of the way in, Jeffery pulled on it hard to make sure it was in there solidly.