Ushered gently out of the room, Natalie took some time to explore the penthouse. The living room was dominated by huge floor to ceiling windows. She stepped gingerly up to them, taking in the city from above. Her heart thudded a bit in her chest. The windows seemed sturdy, but it was such a huge drop down.
A smack and a cry from the bedroom startled her! Natalie bumped up against the glass and then scurried back in fear. The cry was followed by familiar moans, punctuated by additional smacks. Natalie blushed and grinned at the same time.
“Looks like Kathryn finally found someone to spank her the way that she likes.”
Moving away from the noise she discovered room after room. An enormous office, a library, a media room. Everything looked so expensive in dark hardwoods and polished metal. Natalie stepped into the media room, sinking her toes into the plush red carpet. Just a few feet past the threshold she realized she could barely hear Kathryn or the distant roar of city traffic.
The sounds dropped away entirely when she closed the door. The soundproofing was so good, in fact, that she could hear her pullup crinkle as she walked to the couch. Natalie hopped on the couch with an embarrassed flush, and turned on the TV to distract herself.
She watched a couple of YouTube videos but found herself yawning through them. Flipping through the streaming services, she found an old favorite, WALL-E.
“I need snacks.” She thought, yawning again. “and caffeine.”
A quick trip to the kitchen later, she was disappointed to find no chips, candy, or popcorn in Richard’s pantry. No soda in the fridge either. She settled on a box of fancy crackers and a cup of tea. From the sounds of things, Richard and Kathryn were still playing around with spanking or flogging.
“Sounds hot.” Natalie thought. “I’m glad they didn’t ask me to join in though. I still don’t know how I feel about all of this.” She lifted her skirt and tugged idly at the pullup, wrinkling her nose.
With her tea finished, she hurried back to the media room and gratefully closed the soundproofed door. Curled up in the corner of the couch, she launched the movie. The tea and crackers hit the spot, Natalie realized she was still hung over on top of all the crazy stuff that had happened that morning. What the tea didn’t do was stop her yawning. Natalie didn’t make it more than twenty minutes into the movie before she was fast asleep on the couch.
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Natalie woke, groggy and disoriented. She was still on the couch, but someone had put a blanket over her. The TV was off and the lighting down to a low amber. Even the tea and crackers had been cleaned up.
“I hope he’s not mad that I helped myself.” Natalie worried. She got up, stretching, and felt a vague need to go.
“I wonder if Richard and Kathryn are napping.” She thought, “If they are maybe I can go to the bathroom without using this thing.”
Out of the media room and down the hall she found Kathryn, mostly by the familiar sound of her soft snores. She was under the covers in the same bed Natalie had been changed on, with most of her bondage gear removed, sleeping soundly. Richard was nowhere to be seen, but she didn’t hear anyone moving around in the apartment either.
“There’s one down.” Natalie thought. “I’m thirsty too, maybe there’s a bathroom near the living room that’ll be far enough away from wherever he’s sleeping.”
Everything was still quiet in the kitchen and dining area. Natalie poured herself a glass of water and gulped it down gratefully. Any headache and soreness from last night’s drinking was gone, but the water still tasted really good.
“You have a good nap, Natalie?” Richard’s voice came out of nowhere, Natalie jumped and squeaked!
“Oh uh, yeah.” She said awkwardly.
“Good, can you come over here for a moment?” Richard was in a corner of the living room, quietly working on a laptop.
“This place is so huge! I didn’t even see him over there.” Natalie nodded in response to the question, making her way over to Richard.
“Let’s see how things went.” He said, lifting Natalie’s skirt. She froze in surprise, then blushed deeply when he pressed his palm to her pullup. “Still dry, good girl!”
“O-of course!” Natalie sputtered. Her toes curled against the hardwood floor as the humiliation hit her.
“You are a little wiffy though. My fault, I should have cleaned you up after, but Kathryn was looking so enticing.” He smiled. “Let’s get you bathed.”
Natalie took a step back, babbling, “Uh, I can bathe myself. S-sorry I didn’t realize but I’ll go take a shower now and…”
“It’s not a request Natalie.” Richard cut her off firmly, stood up. “Come on now, time for a bath.” He took Natalie’s wrist and set off down the hall.
“I did agree to be his sub…” Natalie followed along obediently, giving herself a sniff test. “And I am a little greasy.”
Once in the master bathroom, Richard let go of Natalie and set about pouring a bath. Natalie stood in the room, taking it in wide-eyed. There was a shower big enough for three or four people, with multiple showerheads. A big counter with three sinks and a massive mirror. A wooden door that looked like it lead into a sauna. The ‘bathtub’ that Richard was filling was more of a hot tub with room for four and what looked like jets.
“How rich is this guy anyway?” Natalie fidgeted in place. “I feel like I’m in a showroom, or a TV episode where they show off someone’s mansion. Everything feels too fancy to actually use.”
Richard finished setting up the tub and turned to Natalie. “Arms up!” He commanded, then pulled her dress up. She scrambled to comply, and was left standing in front of Richard in just her pullup.
“Do you need to pee?” Richard asked, looking Natalie over appreciatively. “Now would be a good time, just before we get you in the tub.”
“N-no, not right now.” Natalie said. She certainly could, but she’d barely managed to wet the pullup while Kathryn was playing with her, she couldn’t imagine doing it on front of Richard now. Or rather, she could imagine it, and the thought was making her blush right down to her shoulders.
“Alright, if you’re sure.” Richard swiftly pulled Natalie’s pullups down and ushered her into the tub. It was nice and hot, foaming with just a bit of bubble bath.
“This feels amazing.” Natalie thought, leaning back and closing her eyes. Weird as it had sounded earlier, she found she didn’t mind at all when Richard started washing her.
Heedless of his designer slacks and tailored shirt, he reached into the tub and scrubbed Natalie down gently with a washcloth. When he worked shampoo into her short hair and massaged her scalp she moaned softly in pleasure. The bath went on a lot longer than was strictly needed to get Natalie clean, and she wasn’t about to complain.
Though Richard didn’t shy away from cleaning every part of Natalie, his touches were more comforting and caring than sexual. Long gentle touches with the washcloth or his hand along her body felt almost like a massage. His matter-of-fact scrubbing of her ears and toes made her feel pampered, and cleaner than she normally bothered to get.
She was almost sad to get out of the tub until Richard revealed the fancy bathroom’s most exciting amenity yet. A metal cupboard gently warmed and stuffed with towels. Getting rubbed down by a fluffy, toasty towel was so relaxing that Natalie had a brief worry about keeping control of her bladder.
“Ri, er uh, Master?” Natalie began.
“Yes Natalie?” Richard didn’t look up from where he was crouched down holding a fresh pair of pullups for her to step into.
“Um, never mind.” Natalie stepped into the pullups and squirmed as Richard pulled them into place. “I probably shouldn’t ask to pee right after I told him I didn’t need to.”
“Alright then.” Richard stroked Natalie’s cheek. “We need to get you a fresh dress, and another thing too.”
“Huh?” Natalie asked.
“You’re going to pick out your collar.” Richard said, sliding his hand down to stroke her neck.
“Oh.” Natalie licked her lips in excitement and squirmed. “Okay, maybe this IS kind of hot. I still feel like Kathryn rushed me into it though.”
Richard took her to yet another room, this one looked like storage for a clothing store, but a very nice one. Men and women’s clothing neatly arranged in racks along the walls of an enormous closet.
“Uh, Master?” Natalie asked. “How big IS this place?”
“I have the whole top floor.” Richard said, casually. “Plenty of space for all three of us.”
“Uh, yeah.” Natalie giggled. Richard presented her with a lavender dress with an empire waist, and she gave it a hesitant look.
“Do you like this one?” Richard asked.
“Uh, sure.” Natalie said, without much enthusiasm.
“Don’t get too excited.” Richard snorted. “I want you to like your clothes. Point out something you like.” He motioned to indicate the racks.
Hesitantly, Natalie poked through the clothes. “I hope he’s not mad, I don’t want to screw this up for us.” After some deliberation, she settled on a lacy black dress with a fuller skirt.
“This one is pretty.” She said.
“It certainly is.” Richard said. “Is that your usual style? Kind of a gothic Lolita look?”
“Yeah um, well I really like that style.” She said. “But I don’t have a lot of it. That stuff gets pretty expensive.”
“I think we can fix that.” Richard smiled. “I don’t have a lot of it now but I’ll have my designer send a bunch up.”
“His designer?” Natalie boggled. “Um, wow, thank you.”
“Now, you obviously don’t need panties.” Richard teased, getting the desired blush out of Natalie. “Bra?”
“I don’t usually wear one especially if the dress has any framework built into it.” Natalie replied, shrugging. “They’re not super big.”
“But they are very nice looking.” Richard said, reaching out to caress Natalie’s shoulder, then slid a hand down. He smiled as he gently stroked her small, pert breast. “Nice to touch too.”
Natalie bit her lip, flushing for a different reason this time. “Thanks.” She said breathily.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you out on that kind of thing.” Richard said, sliding a long caress down her side. “Even if our game is a little different than the one I have with Kathryn.”
All Natalie could manage at the moment was a quick nod. Her heart thudded in her chest.
“In the meantime let’s get you dressed.” He handed Natalie the dress and opened a drawer, “Stockings?”
“Yes please.” Natalie pulled the dress down over herself and picked out a pair of black spider-web stockings. They felt a bit strange going up over the pullup, but overall she felt a lot less nervous now that she was dressed.
“I just wish I had some makeup. I guess when we move our stuff over.” That thought made everything feel a bit too real and overwhelming, Natalie shied away from it, and was happy to follow Richard when he beckoned her to the next room.
“This is the toy room.” Richard said as he entered. “Everything you see here that goes on a person is brand new, never been worn. What you and I pick out for you here will be yours, and nobody else’s.”
Faced with another full stocked room like a store display, Natalie realized it wasn’t surprising her much anymore. She looked around the racks and pegboards holding harnesses, collars, gags, cuffs, and an assortment of other BDSM gear. There was even a variety of materials and colors to choose from.
“You’re looking for a collar for everyday, long term use.” Richard said. “So don’t go with something that will feel too bulky. We can always put something like that on you if we want it for how we’re playing, but for now get something you can wear most of the time.”
A powder-blue collar in leather with steel fasteners and a steel ring caught Natalie’s eye. She took it off the pegboard and brought it to Richard hesitantly.
“Nervous?” Richard asked. “I agree it’s a big step, it seals our deal more formally. Is this the collar you want? As my slave, and toy?”
She swallowed a few times, unable to answer at first. When she did reply, her voice stayed steady. “Yes Master, please make this my collar.”
“My pleasure, slave.” Richard took the collar and carefully buckled it around Natalie’s neck. She shivered, leaned into his chest, taking a deep breath of his scent.
He tilted her head up and kissed her gently at first, then possessively, holding the back of her head. She clutched his shirt, then hooked her fingers over his belt.
“Mmm,” Richard broke the kiss, his voice husky. “Let’s find a more comfortable place.” He pulled her over to a large leather chair in the corner of the room. As he sat, he pulled Natalie onto his lap.
Natalie straddled him and leaned back in for a kiss. She moaned as he pulled her dress down to expose her chest, pinning her arms.
Richard cupped both her breasts, gently squeezing. Natalie shifted to kiss along his neck, panting and nuzzling his collarbone.
His hands slid down her body, legs, and then back up her skirt, caressing up her through her stockings. She leaned back to present her breasts and gasped in a loud, “Oh!” when his lips closed around a nipple. His hands found her rear, and she flinched a little. His grip made it impossible for her to ignore the pullup she was wearing, and it wasn’t the only thing reminding her of it.
The need to pee was growing stronger and stronger. She shifted to straddle one of Richard’s thighs and the pressure helped, but also cast the need into relief.
He raked his nails across the small of her back, she shifted and felt his hard cock against her thigh. His hands were in her hair, pulling her in for a hard, possessive kiss. She was quivering with desire, and also with desperation. Natalie whimpered as she felt a few drops go, and managed to regain control.
“Master,” she panted, “Master please. Please, can I go? Please, I can’t hold it.”
“Go ahead.” Richard said. “That’s what your pullup is for.”
“I can’t.” Natalie whimpered. “Please, let me go to the bathroom, I’ll be fast!”
“No, not this time.” Richard squeezed her waist, eliciting another whimper. “Use your pullup.”
“No please.” Natalie begged. “I can’t, I’m sitting on you, I… I just can’t.” She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as a few more drops escaped.
“Go ahead slave.” Richard said softly, his hand pressing over her bladder. “Use your pullup, that’s an order.”
All control lost, Natalie gushed into the pullup. It was over faster than she expected, or at least the act was over fast. She shuddered as a wave of humiliation spread over her, sniffled when she felt the warmth spread across her crotch and rear.
“It’s okay.” Richard said gently, stroking Natalie’s hair. “You’re a good girl, you did what you were supposed to do.”
Natalie sniffled, and shuddered again. She was panting, squirming, trying to escape her wet pullup and grind against it at the same time.
Richard kissed her again, then reached over for something, fumbling about with something to the side of the chair and on the ground. Natalie was frozen, her mind was burning with shame but her sex was burning with desire.
She felt something press against her soggy pullup, and then heard a click. Powerful vibrations thudded through the garment. She opened her eyes and cried out, watching herself grind involuntarily against the wand vibrator. Richard was holding her up while she writhed on his lap. There was a feeling like an explosion. Her vision filled with sparkles and she felt her throat hoarse from the scream she’d just left out.
The vibrator was relentless, and her vision sparked again, again, a third time. All she could hear was a roaring in her ears and the only feeling on her skin was electricity. When she came back to herself the vibrator was off, she was clinging to Richard, unabashedly pressed against his leg with her wet pullup. He stroked her hair, and back, gently kissed her while she cuddled and squirmed against him.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she found her voice. “Wow.”
Richard chuckled, his deep voice rumbling against her in his chest. “I’ll say.”
“I can’t believe I did that.” Natalie protested, weakly.
“I’m proud of you.” Richard said, nodding when Natalie looked at him confused. “Yes. You had to have courage to do that, and you enjoyed it a lot. You’re a good girl.” He stroked her face gently.
Natalie snuggled against Richard for a while, burying her face in his neck. Softly, muffled, she asked, “Did I… are you… are your pants ruined?”
“Not at all.” Richard said kindly. “I don’t think you went as much as you were afraid you did. It’s barely damp on my end.”
Relief washed over Natalie, and with it returned some of her arousal. She kissed his neck slowly. “I can still feel you.” She said, gently pressing her thigh against his crotch. “What can I do for you, Master?”
“A VERY good girl.” Richard chuckled. “Slide down on the floor. On your knees. Use your mouth.”
Natalie nodded, slipping down to the floor. Richard shed his pants quickly, his cock bouncing free and very erect. Natalie was glad to see he’d been telling the truth, there was a tiny wet spot on one leg but nothing more.
She squirmed out of the top of her dress and let it fall to her waist. Leaning forward, she brushed up his thighs with kisses, pressing her breasts against him. She’d planned to start slowly on his sex with licking, and kisses, but her Master had other ideas.
Taking her head firmly in his hands, Richard pushed himself into her mouth. It was direct, but slow enough for her to handle. When she pressed gently against him with her hands, he stopped pulling her down. Not one to fail to take a hint like that, Natalie sucked hard on Richard’s cock, bobbing her head up and down.
He was trembling already she noted, pleased to see that she wasn’t the only one really enjoying herself. She increased her pace and moaned around his cock, stroking the base with one hand. Moments later she herd him grunt, and he thrust to the back of her mouth. Warm, thick, and salty filled her mouth.
Almost she choked, but she managed to swallow, and keep sucking albeit more gently. She felt him tug her head back and let him slide out of her mouth, wiped away the bit that was dribbling down her chin.
“Mm, hot.” Kathryn’s voice came from behind her.
Natalie turned and grinned at her girlfriend, wiping her mouth again. She didn’t mind Kathryn seeing her post-blowjob, but she was glad for the skirt hiding her pullup. Kathryn was standing there, naked but for her collar. Natalie envied the casual, sexy confidence that Kathryn could project like that.
“Yes it was.” Richard said. “Good timing.”
“I woke up a bit ago.” Kathryn said. “But it wasn’t hard to find you once Natalie started screaming.”
Natalie giggled, shrugged her dress back up on her shoulders.
“Speaking of Natalie.” Richard said, leaning back with a contented sigh. “She had to go but I don’t think she’s quite ready for a change. Can you check for me?”
With the post-orgasm bliss gone, Natalie’s face flamed again as Kathryn approached her. She couldn’t believe how casually she was being discussed, still couldn’t feel comfortable with Kathryn and Richard talking about her pullups.
“Stand up Natalie.” Kathryn said, helping her girlfriend up in a businesslike way. Just as brusquely she flipped Natalie’s skirt up. She gave Natalie a little push, bending her over with her hands on the arm of Richard’s chair. Natalie felt her stockings being peeled down, and hung her head as Kathryn closely inspected her pullup.
“You’re right, Master. The flower indicators have faded off, but it’s not that full.” She patted Natalie’s butt.
“Wait.” Natalie frowned. “You aren’t going to let me change?”
“Almost.” Richard said. “I’m not going to change you.”
Natalie blushed at the correction. “But… it’s gross.”
“Those are good pullups.” Richard said, “With that small an accident you’re not wet at all anymore I bet. We’ll change you after your next one.”
“But but…” Natalie’s mind raced, searching for some argument that would get her a new pullup. “What if the furniture gets ruined?”
“Good point.” Richard said. “Kathryn, go get a pair of plastic pants, they’re over against that wall. There should be a pair that will fit her.”
“But…” Natalie protested.
“Don’t worry, we’ll put your stockings back on over the plastic.” Richard said.
“That’s not…” Natalie’s protests were ignored. She gave up when Richard took her arms and pulled her down to bend over the arm of the chair.
She hid her face against his leg as Kathryn stripped her stockings off, and slid a tight pair of plastic panties onto her. A quick swat on her bottom got a yelp out of her, and then her stockings were pulled back up her legs.
“I think she looks great that way, Master.” Kathryn said gleefully. Natalie shot her a dirty look.
“I’m glad you think so.” Richard said. “Now, I’ve got some work to do and we’ve got Natalie squared away but I need my other slave properly contained while that’s going on.”
“What?” Kathryn asked, confused.
“Kathryn, go get that chastity belt we measured for you last night. Bring it to me. Now.” Richard met Kathryn’s gaze with a serious look.
Kathryn swallowed nervously and nodded. “Yes Master.” She said, meekly, and hurried to get the belt.
“Don’t want you being naughty while I’m distracted.” Richard chuckled.
Natalie grinned, sitting on the chair arm and leaning against Richard. He’d been right, the pullup wasn’t really wet anymore, just a little squishy, and damp when she first sat.
Kathryn presented herself with the belt, a shining piece of steel that would lock around her waist, and another that would go between her legs, covering anything she’d like to have touched with a perforated sheet of metal.
Richard took his time locking her into it, stroking her hips, squeezing Kathryn’s ass, checking the fit several times more than was necessary. By the time he finished, Kathryn’s breath was coming faster, and she was giving Richard a plaintive look.
“Alright Kathryn, you can wear anything you like as long as that belt and your collar don’t come off, Natalie can show you the clothes room. The two of you amuse yourselves until this evening.” He pulled his pants back on and did them up. “Once I’m done with work, we can go back to the club.”
“Yes Master.” Kathryn said. “Will I get out of the belt by then?”
“Maybe if you’re good.” Richard smirked.
“Yes Master.” Kathryn pouted. She took Natalie’s hand. “Come on Natalie, let’s let our Master work.”