Bridesmaid To Be - Part One

Part One

Everyone had warned Sammy about Russ right from the start. He was a womaniser, a good looking guy who knew it. At first it was great, he was charming, he was slim, easy on the eye and it was easy for Sammy to speak to him. All too quickly however, their relationship declined. Russ’s attitude changed. He kept pointing out women saying how they were betting looking than her, that she should try better to lose the little bit of extra weight she had or work on her appearance more. Over time, this destroyed Sammy’ s confidence. He had worn her down to the point she no longer kept in touch with her old friends, that was something he had slowly stopped her doing. Instead she would do what he said, and go where he was. Constantly berated with her confidence destroyed, Sammy began to feel depressed. 

After some time, Sammy ran into an old friend. He commented how frail and weak she looked. The diet Russ had kept her on to look how he thought she should was beginning to make her ill. Her friend convinced her that she should join him for a coffee and eventually, she accepted. The longer she spent with her friend, the more Sammy began to recall of her life before Russ. When she had felt good about herself and the fun she had with her friends. It was this small scrap of memories that she clung on to as she began to work up the strength to leave Russ. He had made it feel that she needed him when she truly didn’t, without him, there was no one for her. For the first time in a few years, Sammy was beginning to think he was wrong.

It took a couple of months, but eventually Sammy finally worked up the courage to leave Russ. He had naturally called her a whore and screamed that she wouldn’t cope without him and that she’d be crawling back to him in not time. Over the next few months, Russ kept messaging her a mixture of hate and pick-up messages. She ignored him but the messages still came. 

The next week, Sammy went to a fetish party with her friends. It was the first time she’d been out with them since before Russ and she couldn’t believe she’d let someone stop her from being the person she used to be. That night had been the most fun Sammy had in a long time. It was there and then that she met a man named John. Instantly there were sparks between the two of them.

Sammy and John had agreed to meet up the day after the party and things moved very quickly. Unlike Russ, John treated Sammy right. Yes he was a dominant with sadist tendencies but he looked after her. He cared about her. Starting by making sure she was eating properly. Russ had kept Sammy on a strict diet, unhealthy and with too few calories. As the relationship grew, Russ turned bitter. He’d message Sammy inappropriate text messages, asking her to meet up, even though she was happily with someone. This annoyed John to no end. 

Almost a year later and Sammy was happy and healthy. She was still with John, he collared her over half a year ago and she’d felt proud to be collared by him. The collar was locked on and worn with pride by Sammy, happy and secure in what it represented. She was his, in every way. As her confidence had grown, she’d had an urge to be dominant to someone herself, a meek submissive woman or man to play with. John couldn’t be that person, she belonged to him and he was her rock. He could never be submissive to her, but if he could, Sammy couldn’t dominate him and then be dominated by him. 

It was at this point that Russ reintroduced himself into Sammy’s life. He’d still been messaging her inappropriately, but now he was also asking for money. It seems Russ had managed to borrow money from and piss off the wrong people. He had lost the place he was renting, had lost his job and had no family around who could take him in. Things were desperate and he messaged Sammy saying that he ‘owed her’. This of course made Sammy laugh but there was something appealing about seeing someone who had caused her so much pain suffer. She asked John that night, saying she had a plan to get her revenge but it would involve Russ staying at theirs. John trusted Sammy completely and he agreed to help her however he could. 

The next day, Russ walked in as cocky as ever. It didn’t take long for him to annoy John. Despite being allowed to live in their basement, Russ seemed to feel he was owed this, and that every one around him owed him something. It took everything John had not to kick this ‘disrespectful little shit’ out of his house. His patience would be worth it however should Sammy’s plan work. 

Every morning over the next couple of months, Sammy would prepare her owner, John and her Ex, Russ a drink. Since the first day, she had been breaking up Hormone Replacement pills and mixing them into Russ’s drink. It had been a stressful month for both her and John as they put up with Russ and his ways, though they both had a way to relieve their stress with Sammy serving and being spanked by her partner. During this time however, Russ hadn’t learned his lesson. He was still gambling, and getting further in debt. He was also still messaging girls who were already in relationships and earning the wrath of their partners. Because of this, he relied more upon the protection John and Sammy offered him, and from a mixture of his fear and the Hormone Replacement Therapy he wasn’t aware he was taking, his attitude slowly began to change. 

One night, John and Sammy hosted a fetish party around their house. They rented a couple of pieces of equipment from their local club such as a St Andrew’s Cross and a Spanking Bench and invited a small group of friends round. Russ was invited to join in as well and after a few drinks, signs of his old, disgusting behaviour began to resurface. He was flirting and groping girls who did not consent to his behaviour and after many complaints, Sammy was forced to confront Russ. She began to kick him out but he began to beg to stay, that he would behave from now on. It wasn’t just her decision however and as much as she was willing to give him another chance, it was the people who were uncomfortable with him being around that got to make the choice. 

Sammy left Russ in the kitchen as she went to talk with the group. The party was in full swing now and many of the people attending were naked. I can’t let Russ come back in here, Sammy thought to herself. He couldn’t be trusted. Still, she promised to ask so she waited for the right moment and she asked. One or two were uneasy but it was an older, dominant woman named Sheila who suggested that he be allowed back in, but on one condition. She suggested that he be allowed back in should he be naked like everyone else, and caged so that he doesn’t get too excited. That earned an agreeing laugh from the people who initially were uneasy and Sammy had to admit the idea made her laugh. The man who had treated her like shit over the past few years of her life, humiliated in front of her friends and her Dom and soon to be husband. Sheila handed her a small plastic chastity device out of her bag, complete with padlock and key. Amusingly for Sammy, the device was a hot pink. Russ had spent ages making her wear pink when she hated the colour with a passion, he associated hot pink with ‘dumb bimbos’ and she knew he would hate wearing it himself. Sammy loved the irony in that. 

“I have to wear a what?” Russ exclaimed! Sammy could barely keep a straight face as she explained to him what she meant. She could tell that he wasn’t too sure about this, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to be left out from this party. He was already peeking over her shoulders to see what he could of the naked women in the other room. 

“Why don’t you come in and let Sheila explain to you.” Sammy purred and Russ agreed, if only just to be in the room with the naked people. Once inside, he’s eyes travelled all over the room, taking in as much of his surroundings as he could. When he approached Sheila, he looked her over disapprovingly. Of course, she was far too old and a little too big for his tastes. Still, he had to please her in an attempt to stay at this party so he put on a false smile and kissed her on the cheek. Sheila laughed to herself before explaining her conditions. Russ was allowed to stay as long as he stopped drinking, stopped groping people without consent and remained locked up for the evening. He continued to gripe about the situation but when Olivia, a younger girl that often played submissive to Sheila said that it would be sexy whilst stroking his back, he quickly gave in. Men were so weak at times, Sammy thought to herself. Everyone watched and jokingly cheered as Russ removed his clothes. He was slim and toned and also incredibly proud of his body. Everyone smirked as he flaunted his body as he stripped, believing he was giving everyone a show, when in reality, the only thing they cared about was seeing him locked up. 

Russ was enjoying being the centre of attention as he removed his boxers to reveal an impressive cock. He was around eight inches fully erect with slightly above average girth. Sammy couldn’t help but cringe as he began to whirl it in a circle as he put on a show. Sure he was above average in size, but Sammy had seen far more impressive cocks. The way he acted though, you think he’d had the biggest dick in the world. Sammy knew that wasn’t a fact though he was close to being the biggest dick in the world she though. 

Sheila, having enough of Russ showing off, told him to sit down in a stern voice that made him almost instantly comply. He looked up at her nervously, eyeing the pink device in her hand with an obvious disdain. 

”I’m not wearing that!” Russ exclaimed with a defiant look on his face.

”But you agreed Russ! You want to stay don’t you?” Sammy enthused and a few other girls egged him on as well, stroking his ego enough that he fell into their trap. Sheila grinned with excitement as she made Russ stand in front of her. The rest of the room gathered round the two of them to get a closer look and Russ beamed at them all, led by his ego, he loved the attention he was receiving.

”Let’s get started shall we?” Sheila began by placing a ring around the base of Russ’s balls and clipping it closed. This pushed his balls closer to his penis and pulled them slightly further away from his body. Russ’s penis twitched as Sheila’s hand brushed past it and it took all his control not to touch her back. He knew it wouldn’t be well received after his actions earlier and it was a surefire way to be kicked out of this party which he was loving and this house where he was staying free of charge. So he closed his eyes and flinched as he felt the plastic cage part of the device touch the top of his cock. The cage part was slightly curved and about three-four inches smaller than his erect penis. Sheila pushed on the cage and Russ cried out in pain as his erect penis was being forced into the smaller cage and it wasn’t long before he started to go soft from the painful attention and Sheila was able to lock the cage part of the device to the ring part sitting behind Russ’s balls with a metal padlock.

”That wasn’t too bad was it?” Sheila cooed and Russ looked down to see his poor abused cock squashed into the chastity device. The cage barely contained him and his penis stuck out at of the ‘breathing holes’ at the side and top of the cage. It felt uncomfortable and a little painful but not too unbearable. Russ felt it was a small price to pay to stay at a party as sexy as this was.

With Russ locked up, the music resumed and the party started up once again. More people began to arrive and although Russ felt a little embarrassed to explain why he was locked up, he was loving life with all the naked people around him. As he watched one girl tie up her submissive, lesbian partner and then tease her with her tongue, he felt his cock straining against the cage as it tried, and failed, to get fully erect. It was painful and the cage made him fully aware of just how horny he was. The urge to touch himself only grew as the night went on. It didn’t help that some of the submissives were being sent his way to tease him. They would brush their breasts close to his face, or rub their ass against his caged cock, looking up at him and laughing as they did. The longer this went on, the more desperate Russ became.

Later on, Russ found Sammy and her new husband playing together. Sammy was on her knees with her hands cuffed to her ankles behind her back and her hair roped to her ankles, pulling her head back slightly. Naturally his penis struggled against the cage once again, it was getting very sensitive now. He thought back to when he was with Sammy, she had never looked as good as she did now, even though he tried to make her diet and eat less. In this moment right now, he lusted after her, he wished she was his once again. When Russ focused on his surroundings once again and not his trip down memory lane, he noticed that John was looking at him curiously and he realised he’d been staring at them both.  He smiled as he then pushed his cock into Sammy’s gagged mouth as all Russ could do was watch and regret the choices he made that made him lose her. It was at that moment he lost control. Led by frustration from his cock trying to get hard in the cage and seeing his ex sucking someone else, Russ groped Sammy’s breast and then lunged for John who had pulled him off of her. It was a stupid move, John was much more muscular than Russ and he easily pushed him to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Russ panicked instantly regretting what he did and once again worried about being kicked out. “I’m sorry.” He blubbered. “I’ll do anything, please let me stay here, at this party and your home John.” 

“What do you think?” John addressed the rest of the party, he was enjoying the opportunity to put Russ in his place. Many suggested kicking him out but the sadistic Sheila suggested that he be cuffed and gagged to prevent him from any more outbursts. John agreed and Russ, still desperate to stay in John’s good books and at this party, agreed to it. He remained still as John cuffed his hands behind his back, worried that any sudden movements he made might make John attack him. Sheila then had him open his mouth as she placed a ball shaped gag inside his mouth. 

With his hands cuffed behind his back, his mouth filled with a ball gag and his cock locked up in a pink chastity device, Russ truly began to feel vulnerable. What made it worse was that now the people seemed to be ignoring him. He would walk around, watching different couples as they played with each other unable to do anything but watch. His sensitive cock was still trying to get hard but the cage wouldn’t allow. There was so much going on around him to arouse and excite and his frustration grew as he was denied to do so by the cage. He began to find it harder and harder to find his desperation to cum and when he saw Sheila smile wickedly at him, he feared the worse. 

“How desperate are you to have that dick released boy?” She asked and Russ just nodded, pleading as much as he could without being able to speak. Sheila just winked at him before walking towards John and talking to him with both of them shooting glances in Russ’ direction. They both walked over to him, Sammy walking with John and another girl with Sheila. He would be allowed a little release as long as he ‘returned the favour’. Desperate, Russ agreed and he was instructed to lay on his back where his gag was removed. He looked up, confused what was about to happen when all of a sudden his cage was unlocked. The instant relief he felt as his cock instantly grew erect was immediate. As the girl who was with Sheila went on to her hands and knees in between his legs, his anticipation grew as her open mouth neared his penis. He closed his eyes in pleasure as his all too sensitive penis appreciated the attention. When he opened his eyes however, he couldn’t see nothing except for Sheila’s pussy just inches above his face. Without much of a warning, she planted herself on his face and told him to lick or the girl would stop playing with his cock. Russ reluctantly started licking. His head was held in place by her fleshy thighs as he continued to lick and moan at the attention he was receiving. The girl with his cock in her mouth was getting him closer and closer to climax and when he thought he was getting ready to explode, she stopped. He moaned into Sheila’s pussy but all he received in return was a pinch on each nipple. The pain shocked through him but he resumed licking, fearing another pinch. After a few more minutes, the girl put her mouth around his penis once again and worked on getting him close once again before stopping. 

Russ wasn’t sure how many times he had got close to cumming and then denied by Sheila’s sub as she continued to grind on his face. The desperation was too much, he needed to cum so much that he felt he may explode. He had felt Sheila’s legs quiver a few times as she came and came all over his face, whilst he himself, had none. Russ cried as the girl pulled away from him near orgasm once again and then Sheila lifted her pussy off of his face and forced his cock back in the chastity device once again. He really wished he hadn’t said yes to Sheila’s offer and he collapsed onto the floor, his hands still cuffed and his cock aching more than before. Exhaustion took over and Russ collapsed on to the sofa, sleep coming instantly. 

Russ woke the next morning groggily and in pain. His penis was attempting to get hard once again in the cage though he didn’t actually remember the cage was on from the night before. Panic took over as he tried to get up quick but he realised his hands were cuffed behind his back as well. Slowly, memories of the night before started replaying through his mind. How he had made a fool of himself and agreed to be cuffed and in chastity, the only question was, why was he still in it? The party was over. As he lifted himself up off the couch, he tested the padlock on the cage. It was too strong to remove without some very strong bolt cutters, he’d have to find John to see if he had some or if Sheila was around with the key. If waking up to find his hands cuffed and his cock in a cage a surprise, his reflection from the mirror in front of him was more of a shock. HIs body hair had been shaved off whilst he was asleep on the couch, even his eyebrows. Not only that, he had writing all over him in different colours. ‘Bitch Boy’, ‘Oral Slave’ being just a couple of the phrases written on him. 

“Good morning Russ.” Sammy smiled as she walked in. 

“What the hell Sam?” Russ exclaimed.

“Well you did fall asleep first at a house party, do you not remember the consequences of doing that, it was mentioned at the beginning of the night.” Russ vaguely remembered something being mentioned but he wasn’t paying attention to it.

“Whatever, where is the key?”

“Oh, I’m afraid Sheila took it with her, along with the keys for your cuffs. She’s working in the city today so you’ll have to wait for her to come round later.” Sammy explained. “I’ve sent her a message to let her know.” It was a lie of course. Sammy had both sets of keys in her room upstairs but after how fun last night was, she couldn’t help but want to drag out her revenge. Today she was going to keep him cuffed and caged as she teased him and made him help with the chores, making sure to use comments to belittle him as much as she could. She could let him out tomorrow, she thought to herself. Maybe.

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