It was all because of my girlfriend Beth’s bitchy bff Carol- that’s her standing behind my girl…well, my ex-girlfriend now…

I never did anything to deserve it either. In fact, I always went out of my way to be super nice to her, but she told me right to my face I wasn’t good enough for any friend of hers. She called me a loser and a wimp, and when I tried to defend myself, she just laughed. Another time, I told her I wanted to talk to her, and I told her that I knew she didn’t like me, but me and Beth were falling in love and I since I knew they were bffs, I really wanted her to like me. Her reaction was so out of line! She slapped me hard across my face, then grabbed my face by my jaw and squeezing hard, raised my face up to hers (she’s much taller than me), so close our noses were almost touching, and she said sternly “we will never, ever, be friends. I hate you. And I will get Beth to break up with you if it’s the last thing I do. Because it’s what I want, and trust me, I always get what I want. So you might as well give up now.” Then she spat right in my face, turned and marched away.

My head was spinning from the encounter, and from that moment on, I was always terrified of her. Whenever she was around, she would talk about other men, and how much better and more compatible they would be for Beth, and I never dared say a word.

A few weeks later, Beth said she was going out for a girls night out. I noticed she was dressed to kill, in a sleek black dress and her sexy fur coat. I should’ve known this wasn’t an ordinary girls night. But again, I was too timid to question her. Still, it was bothering me and I couldn’t stop wondering… so finally I FaceTimed her. Before I could get a word out, Beth said “yeah, what do you want?” I stuttered something about just missing her. I saw Carol behind her, looking impatient and annoyed and telling Beth “come on, let’s go already, they’re waiting for us”.

“They?” I asked nervously, “are there… other girls with you two?”

“No sweetie,” Beth answered in her most sympathetic tone, “I’m sorry, but… Carol set us up for a double date…”

I was floored, stunned and speechless. I just started crying, and couldn’t only manage to say “please… just come home, please? I love you-“

The Carol grabbed the phone and said “Give it up, loser, she’s not coming home to you. Her date is H.O.T. hot. He’s twice the man you are, and she wants to be with him. It’s finally over. You’re over. Now don’t bother us again.” Then she hung up, realizing she’d finally done it. She’d won.

I cried for awhile, and just as I was calming down, a text came in from Carol. It was a pic of Beth and her date dancing. His hands were on her ass, and her head was resting on his chest. I began crying again, and again, after I’d finally started to calm down, another text, this time, they were kissing. And so it went the rest of the night. Just as I would calm down, Carol would send me another pic, I’d cry some more, then calm down, then get another text. It was the cruelest torment I’d ever experienced. Pure torture, and Carol was clearly delighting in every minute of it.

The last pic I got was of Beth and her date in the back seat of a car. His hand was in under her fur coat, obviously caressing Beth’s chest, and Beth’s hand was in his crotch, obviously caressing him. There was no doubt where the night was headed. By now I was cried out and numb to the emotional pain. I stared at the last pic, and to my horror, felt myself getting hard, and then, to my shame, I masturbated to the pic, and at some point, fell asleep.

Sure, his wife's best friend Michelle who was visiting for the weekend had always been on the bold side and often made comments that left him red-faced and blushing, but even for her this one left him stunned. The room fell silent, until much to his surprise he heard his wife Sarah calmly comment, "Sweetie, Michelle is talking to you."

His eyes widened even more as he then turned toward Sarah who seemed to be simultaneously fighting back both a giggle and a smirk.

"I... I... I'm sorry??," he stammered, totally befuddled by what was happening and how we was expected to respond. He then glanced across the room at Michelle, who seemed to just be sitting back and smiling, amused by the interaction between the couple sitting across from her.

With a shrug his wife continued, "She's just curious honey, that's all. After all, if it wasn't for her you wouldn't be in the position you're in, now would you? You remember that, don't you?"

"Oh yesss, I remember," Michael nodded, well aware that it was Michelle's persistence in convincing his wife of how much better their relationship would be if only she were to lock him into chastity.

"Well, she assured me that once you were locked up you'd get way better with your tongue and your mouth... and honey, she was right. Sweetie, you're sooo much better in that department now. You should take it as a compliment that Michelle's curious enough that she wants to find out for herself."

He shook his head in disbelief as if trying to clear cobwebs from his mind, before incredulously saying, "I'm sorry??"

Now giggling for real, his wife assured him, "It's fine, baby. Honestly, considering how much better things are between us now that I've taken her suggestion it's the least I can do for her. Go on, you're allowed.... show her... make me proud."

Eyes blindfolded.

Mouth gagged.

Ankles chained.

And his cock caged.

With each step that he took he could hear the sound of female voices becoming nearer as he was being led toward them. It couldn’t have been more obvious to him from their soft murmurs and hushed tones how eagerly they were anticipating his entrance.

So much so that he couldn’t suppress the sound of an involuntary little muffled whimper, the ballgag silencing him preventing him from communicating anything more than soft sounds of helplessness.

Laughing softly, the woman on the other end of the chain, Jenna, was leading them toward their destination. “I know. You’re so nervous, aren’t you? So many questions. You don’t need to worry though. They’re all just excited to see you, that’s all.”

A moment later when his progress was halted the voices were no longer in the distance, but rather they were surrounding him. Making it obvious to him he was now encircled by them. Their murmurs and comments making it equally obvious he was now their sole focus of attention.

In the background he became aware of the sound of a soft hum. The gentle whirring of a motor. And when he realized his bound hands were beginning to rise a sense of panic welled up within him. Grunting into his gag his muscles tensed, as if trying to impede the inevitable raising of his arms above his head.

Jenna murmured near his ear. “Relax sweetie. Don’t try to fight it. You’ll only hurt yourself. We don’t want that.”

And as he felt his arms slowly being lifted higher he realized his legs were being nudged further apart. Spread to a little more than shoulder width apart. The chains at his ankles being attached to shackles in the floor, securing him in place.

The motor continued humming, stretching his arms higher toward the ceiling, stopping just before it became too uncomfortable. With his naked body now securely bound and on display he had never felt more helpless. More vulnerable. More defenseless and at the mercy of others.

Legend of the Seeker + Costumes

Kahlan Amnell's red-brown & black Mord-Sith leather suit in Season 01, Episode 10.