Thank you everybody. Jack, I don’t know anything about that, but thanks for the warm compliment! Here’s the sixth (!) part. Wow I can’t believe I’ve gotten this far.
Colin was a little heavy, so Gilda required both Manuel and Shania to help her carry him, still bagged, into their red van which was parked right outside the pavilion exit door. Christine was relieved of that task, being the smallest. She gripped her whip tightly, ready to use it on Colin.
“Are you even allowed to park there?” She asked Shania, the driver.
“We got a special permit, pumpkin,” she replied with an overly sensual wink. Christine started worrying about who Shania was more likely to molest: Colin, Manuel, or Her.
Colin was dumped unceremoniously on the van floor without making a sound. Shania took the passenger’s seat and instructed everyone to sit.
“Alright you little biotches! tighten your seatbelts and let’s get outta here! Manuel and Chrissy, you should sit at the back so you can hold hands like the little jailbait lovers you are.”
“Hey!” Snapped Christine, “no need to be rude, and besides, I didn’t give you permission to call me Chrissy.”
“Yeah sissy, whatever you say.”
“Now where’s your car, sweetie?” asked Gilda as they arrived at their parking lot.
“It’s the space on the far left,” Christine pointed towards the gray Ford focus. Shania parked a few spots away from the Ford, double-checked that the attendant wasn’t looking, and opened the van back doors. Colin was now rolling around frantically, moaning, trying to get out.
“Stop!” screamed Shania, but Colin seemed to ignore her. He was still twisting around; Shania looked at the attendant’s booth nervously.
“Should I use my whip?” asked Christine with glee. Without waiting for an answer, she turned around to face Colin and whipped him repeatedly, and hard.
“Oooouuuu!” yelled Colin from the pain. It was loud enough to look very suspicious: A man completely bound in a rubber sack being whipped by a girl in the back of a van. There was only one possible explanation: Gay Pride Week – anything is possible.
“Girls, calm down, did you already forget that we have a legally bound contract?” asked Gilda. Christine looked taken aback, and stopped smacking the captive man.
“Yeah,” added Manuel, “that means we can do whatever we want to Colin, and even if that attendant catches us, if he even cares, there’s nothing he can do.”
“That’s right,” said Shania, “did you hear that, bitch?” Now she was yelling at Colin. “Sheesh; Christine, help me check on him.”
The rubber sack was untied and pulled down to his shoulders, revealing a mummified, collared captive breathing heavily into the satiny red bundle. The ropes around his body appeared to have loosened considerably, but not enough to warrant release.
“Hmm, nice try,” said Shania teasingly, “you almost met my expectations.” She grabbed the collar around his neck.
“Ahhh let go!”
“Shut up, I’m not going to hurt you!” She whined as she removed the collar. “See? Isn’t that much better?” She then untied the top of the sack and let itself uncover Colin’s face, and removed the blindfold. He breathed heavily.
“How was that?” asked Shania.
“Not too bad,” said Colin matter-of-factly, despite being extremely sweaty. “Are you going to untie me anytime soon?”
“No, I had something else in mind,” said Shania as she revealed a bright-red ball gag.
“Wait! I said there will be gagging, we had a contract,” Colin pleaded pathetically.
“Yes, but you were just misbehavin’, and I don’t do contracts with naughty boys,” she snapped the ball gag tightly, silencing his groans significantly. “Looks good,” she shrugged to herself.
“Um, Shania, what are we going to do with him now?” asked Christine curiously.
“Good question. Have you ever whipped anyone?”
Before Christine could formulate a response out of her mumbling, Shania blindfolded Colin, pulled the red silk sack over his face, tied it off tightly, tightened the rope that Colin managed to loosen while struggling, and pulled the collar around his neck once again. She tightened the strap until she held a slight gulp.
“There, a nice tight choking collar,” snarled Shania, “except now instead of hearing your stupid talk, I get you moaning deliciously instead.” She attached a very short leash to the collar, and gave it to Christine!
“There, take it,” she insisted, “and tie it to the hook that’s right behind the front passenger’s seat. Christine located the hook and tied the leash as instructed. The rubber sack was stripped off, revealing the tightly-restrained, strangled mummified victim. Colin could only move a few inches before the leash pulled him back into place rather violently.
“Ten spanks,” whispered Gilda in her ear, “and make them count.”
Christine smacked Colin’s backside accordingly, resulting in a few loud groans, but none of the pleading whimpers for mercy she had expected. When this was done, the collar was removed again, the ropes around the sack loosened until they could be removed, taking about five minutes of combined effort, and then sack itself opened and removed. Colin was ungagged and his leather blindfold removed once more. The rope harness was so loose it could have been removed within seconds.
“That was really intense,” he said, shaken but surprisingly energetic. “Thank you so much for doing this, guys. I don’t admit this to anyone, but I have a serious fetish for S&M.
“Noooo, really...” mocked Manuel.
“The escape shows are an easy way to make money, what people don’t realize is how exhilarating it feels to be restrained in this fashion. The best part is not being able to escape. By the way, you did a really good job. I barely managed to get my hands free this entire time.”
“Oh, Shania helped me,” said Christine humbly, “I doubt I could tie you that well myself. Now get in my car!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
To avoid any form of suspicion, Colin drove in the back seat untied. Manuel half-suggested that Colin should be tied in the trunk and possibly bagged again, but considering the ride was 40 minutes, Colin and Christine objected to the idea. Colin was already sweating profusely from his recent bondage and disciplinarian whipping.
“I bet those leather briefs get really itchy,” joked Manuel.
“Shut up,” murmured Colin bitterly.
“Careful...we might gag you again.”
“Oh yeah, about that, it was borderline. I’m going to let it slide, but next time you won’t be so lucky when I call my lawyers!”
“Right, Colin,” shouted Shania from behind. She just packed all the restraints inside the rubber sack and sealed it off with the rope. Christine noticed the red silk sack, two long coils of rope, a variety of leather blindfolds, hoods, the red ball gag, a paddle, a whip, the leather jacket and boots, and several leather items that they couldn’t even identify.
“This is for you, honey,” Shania packed a small, black leather bra and matching black leather pants, “in case you feel like getting more into character. You could be a natural dominatrix, you know?”
“Thanks...” mumbled Christine and smiled at Manuel, “I think I have someone a willing volunteer.” She did not notice the blushing in his face, as well as an obviously resulting malfunction in his already revealing wardrobe.
“Yes! You, honey, look perfect as you are now,” Shania referred to the tight blue Speedo and sneakers he was wearing, “but if you’re interested, here’s a sleeveless shirt, leather short-shorts, and of course...” she pulled out an spandex item with two holes, “a super-villain bondage hood. These are the eye holes, there is no mouth, oh my I bet you’d look sexy in it!” Beamed Shania, “anyways, promise to take care of my merchandise ya’ll, got it?”
“Got it!” yelled Christine and Manuel in unison. Colin obediently sat in the back seat, while Christine and Manuel took the front. Manuel gave his girlfriend a firm, long kiss on the lips before they started moving and then looked at Colin for a reaction.
“Hey buddy, you’ll have to get used to this kind of teasing in the next 24 hours. Never mind, seeing that you’re a masochist, you probably enjoy being cock-blocked.”
“I’m pretty weird,” nodded Colin. “Do you know what you’re going to do to me?”
“We’re going to decide later. Now shut up.”
Christine parents were not to arrive until much later, yet the large house was in disarray. She decided the house could use a major clean-up, but didn’t feel like being a servant, especially when she had one seating in the back, and a bag full of bondage and discipline instruments to ensure he follows directions.
“Colin, have you ever been a housewife?” She asked mockingly.
“Um, I clean up after my fiancée, if she’s too busy to do it herself,” he answers, “let me guess,”
“No guessing,” she interrupted. She looked at the living room. “I want you to remove all the dirty dishes from the coffee table, wash them, organize all those shoes in the closet,” there were at least 60 of them, “clean up the sofas, wipe this crap off all the surfaces, wipe anything that looks like dirt. And then vacuum the whole floor.”
“Alright,” nodded Colin, as if that was a trivial request, “anything else?”
“Yeah, just clean the damn place, and I then mop the kitchen floor, it’s pretty dirty. The mop is beside the fridge.” She added. “Manuel and I will be making out in backyard (Manuel smiled when she said that), but we’ll check on you every few minutes. If you haven’t done enough work, I will smack your butt with the paddle.”
“Yes, ma’am,” nodded Colin again, and then added, “aren’t you going to tie me up?”
“Good point, Colin! You’re such a good slave!” She said with a friendly spank. Wow, I so wanna be a dominatrix, she thought. “Manuel, open the bag.”
Manuel opened the rubber bag and found the rope. Colin instructed him on the best way to tie his feet to his hands while allowing enough motion to move around and do the chores.
“You sly bastard, you’re just going to get out of this when you feel like it,” Christine remarked.
“Not if he ties me really well.”
Manuel finished tying off Colin, checked all the ropes, tightened them until he was satisfied, and then Christine gave him the spandex hood with the eye openings.
“Put it on him!” she said cheerfully. Colin stood still when Manuel pulled the hood over his face. It truly did look amazing on him:
http://www.zentaiway.com/shiny-metallic ... p-534.html“Now do your work!” snapped Christine.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Colin, his voice a bit muffled but discernible through the hood.
Christine and Manuel stepped outside to the backyard, eyeing their slave the entire time for any misdemeanours. “You know, baby,” began Christine, “I know Colin is a professional...escape artist, and he’s into this stuff, but I was thinking, it would be fun to tie YOU up too, don’t you think?” Christine forced Manuel’s head down so he could kiss her, and wrapped her tongue into his mouth. She gave him a slight tug, making him gasp loudly. “So?” She asked.
“Uhhh...” Manuel looked down at himself, “sorry...I need to go get changed.”
Christine sighed. She definitely did not need an answer.
To be continued....

Sorry I can't talk now, I'm a little tied up at the moment.