Houseguest 1 He was staying a week with his best childhood friend Jason, who was married to a very beautiful woman named Kim. The male, Danny, had known Jason nearly his entire life, they were now 25 years old. Kim and Jason had married about a year after Danny and his friend graduated from college. It was night one of Danny's stay with Kim and Jason, who had a house near the beach where they stayed for the winters, and Danny had never visited this house previously. Kim came from a wealthy family and neither of them worked, so in the summer they stayed near where Danny lived, and in the winter they went and stayed at a Gulf Shore beach house in Alabama. Now he was hearing an odd, rhythmic noise, and curiosity filled him. He got out of bed and slipped on a pair of pants, then stepped into the hall of the large house. He then made his way downstairs, where the noise was getting louder and seemed to be coming from the back of the house, in a room past the kitchen the male hadn't yet visited in the few hours he'd been here. As Danny moved through the kitchen, he was sure the noise was coming from that room. The door, which was painted black and had a hasp and padlock on the outside to allow for the room to be totally secured from outside, was slightly ajar. He carefully crept up to the door, his heart pounding, and took a peek inside. His eyes jumped out of his head at what he saw. Jason was lying on the floor, completely naked, his hands were tied behind his back with rope and his feet were tied as well. Kim was sitting on his back, straddling him facing his bottom, and she was spanking him with a wooden hairbrush, providing the rhythmic noise which had awakened Danny. Danny was rooted to the spot, watching the provocatively attired woman - she was wearing tight shorts and a figure-hugging tank top - sit on, hold down and spank her husband. "Just because you have a friend over doesn't mean you're going to be getting away with anything," Kim told her husband. "I have told you since we met, when you break my rules you will be punished. I did not give you permission to have a beer with him when he got here, and I know you didn't think I would spank you for it, but there you are, lying down, naked and helpless, getting a spanking on your deserving little bottom." Danny was dizzy watching. He had become erect instantly but felt vicariously ashamed for Jason to have to undergo such humiliating treatment at the hands of his wife. Still, Danny had to admit he was feeling somewhat envious of Jason. Part of him realized, all at once, his erection wasn't just nerves at being discovered looking in on this scene, it was also due to wanting to be right where Jason was, naked, tied up, and helplessly held down by a beautiful woman like Kim. He was so dizzy with his arousal he failed to notice Kim had stopped spanking Jason. "Why don't you come on in here, Danny?" Kim asked. Danny felt the blush rising in him and his hands were shaking. Kim was looking directly at him, still sitting on her husband, who groaned in shame over his spanking having been observed. The sound earned him a quick touch from his wife. "I told you to be silent!" Kim informed him. She looked back up toward the door and crooked her finger. "Come on in here, Danny boy." It was decision time for Danny. He could try to get away, or he could open this door and enter the room not knowing what would happen next. He had the feeling if he walked into the room he would be taking his place alongside Jason getting a spanking, and while he didn't want to lose his freedom, part of him felt compelled to surrender to the beautiful woman. Danny opened the door and moved into the room. His erection was clearly visible through his pants; the only clothing he wore. Kim stood, telling her bound husband firmly to remain still. Her feet were bare as she moved toward Danny. "I was hoping you would see this," Kim said. "Now, let's get you dressed appropriately." Kim whisked the male's sleep pants down to his feet. She ordered him to step out of them, and he did so, going into a daze of disbelief, shame and arousal at having been put under control. He was now naked before the beautiful, small, Middle Eastern woman, who regarded him with her beautiful dark eyes, her black hair falling to her shoulders, a glittering anklet highlighting her beautiful legs and feet. "Put your hands on your head," Kim ordered. "Get down on your knees." Danny obeyed, putting his hands on his head and falling to his knees before the woman, who laughed at him. "Males are so easy to conquer," Kim mocked. "It took me less than one week to put Jason under my control when we started dating, and he's belonged to me ever since. Now you are under my control as well. You have meekly allowed me to strip you naked, and you have obeyed the first three orders I have given you. Now, lay down at my feet and put your hands behind your back." Danny, his erection harder and more intense than any he'd ever had in his life, laid himself down at the woman's feet and put his hands behind his back. She put one of her feet on his hands. "Do not move," Kim directed sternly. She left the room. The two nude males said nothing to each other; Danny could hear Jason crying softly from his spanking. A few minutes later Kim returned. The beautiful woman moved to her newest captive and straddled him, settling her weight on his back and sitting on him, her smooth legs pressing against his body. "I'm going to tie you up now," Kim informed him. "As of this moment, you are no longer a free male. Whatever happens to you from here is entirely up to me." She tied him up, fastening his hands tightly behind his back with rope. Tears misted Danny's eyes; he'd never been bound in his life, and the sense of powerlessness at having lost the freedom of motion, coupled with her firm legs pressing against him, overwhelmed him with shame and helplessness. His heart raced and he couldn't believe how ashamed he felt, but he also couldn't believe how aroused he was as well. "Now you're helpless," Kim mocked, pressing on his shoulders with her hands after tying him up. "A white male, naked and helpless, held down by a Middle Eastern woman. You're not a man, you're nothing but my slave now and you're under my control." She laughed. "Oh, how stupid you look, your hands tied behind your back, naked, with my legs against you. Soon you will beg me to let you go, but I am telling you now, I'm not going to let you go." Kim stood. She pulled her new captive to his knees and moved in front of him. "Kiss my feet," Kim ordered. "Thank me for tying you up and putting you under my control, and surrender to me." Danny swallowed and felt nearly orgasmic. Kim had beautiful feet, and that anklet she wore was very sexy. However, kissing her feet was a humiliating and degrading act of obedience, and showing such obedience to a woman seemed too much to take. Still, with a sigh, his eyes still misty, Danny bowed low and kissed the woman's feet. His throat tightened with shame. "Thank you for tying me up and putting me under your control," Danny said softly. "I surrender." "You will address me as 'Mistress,'" Kim instructed sternly. "Now, say all that again, but address me properly." The male kissed her feet again. "Thank you for tying me up and putting me under your control," Danny told her. "I surrender, Mistress." She laughed again. "All too easy. I knew by the end of this week I would have you naked and tied up, but I didn't think it would be this easy or quick. Now it's too late for second thoughts or struggling; you are naked and tied up, held captive and enslaved." The woman moved back to her husband and sat on him in the position she'd been in when Danny discovered her spanking the male. "Now, I'm going to finish my husband's spanking. Once I'm through, it's your turn." Danny watched Kim resume the spanking, and his gut churned, knowing soon he would be spanked by this woman. As he heard his best friend crying softly and saw the male's bottom reddening, Danny thought about getting to his feet and trying to escape, but from where she was, Kim could easily see him if he moved and testing his bonds, he wasn't at all confident he could ever get his wrists freed, certainly not before Kim recaptured him. Tears rolled out of his eyes as he watched Kim spank Jason and he felt highly aroused but also very ashamed and afraid, knowing he was under this beautiful woman's control, but he stayed where he was, knowing there was nothing he could do but kneel there, watching his friend being spanked, while he remained in place, naked, tied up, waiting for his spanking. After about 30 minutes, Kim stopped spanking her husband. The woman got off the captive, and Danny watched as Kim hogtied Jason, drawing his feet behind his back in a very tight hogtie and leaving her husband completely helpless and crying on the floor. She stood and began to walk slowly toward Danny, who trembled in his bonds, watching her legs and feet as the Middle Eastern woman moved toward him. "Have you ever been spanked?" Kim asked. "No, Mistress," Danny replied. She smiled slightly, the hairbrush still in her hands. She took hold of the male and pulled him to his feet, then walked him to the room's back wall, where an armless chair sat by itself. The woman ordered him to kneel in front of the chair, and she sat down facing him, her feet and knees together as she leaned down to him. "Kiss my feet and ask me to spank you," Kim directed. "Be sure to tell me you know how bad a boy you are and how much you deserve to be punished." The male obeyed and kissed her feet. "Please spank me," Danny begged meekly. "I am a very bad boy and I deserve to be punished." The woman smiled in approval. "Very good, slave. Take your place across my thighs for your spanking." Danny rose on shaky legs and moved to stand beside the female. His eyes looked down at her smooth thighs for several seconds, taking it all in with the full realization that within moments he would be submissively draped across those thighs, being spanked as if he were a child, a white male across the tan thighs of an Egyptian woman, getting a spanking. Slowly, awkwardly, Danny surrendered, laying himself across Kim's unbelievable thighs. The woman settled him into position, putting a hand on her captive's bare bottom. He was bent over, his eyes on her beautiful feet, totally exposed to her gaze and touch, utterly helpless. "Because this is your first spanking, I will tell you the rules," the Middle Eastern woman began. "You are to remain quiet throughout the spanking - you do not talk, no begging, no pleading. It's no use begging me to stop; I will stop when I believe you have been thoroughly and completely punished. You will believe you've been thoroughly punished after the first few touches, but you have no say over this at all. The spanking continues until I say it's over. "In addition to remaining silent, you are to remain still," Kim continued. "Do not kick your feet, do not squirm. Any movement is disobedience." She paused. "I can feel that erection of yours pressing into my thighs, little boy," Kim mocked. "I'm glad you appreciate my taking the time to introduce you to your new life as a disciplined male, because you will be spending a lot of time across my thighs, being spanked. "Now, because this is your first spanking, you will almost certainly break my rules," Kim informed him. "You will be surprised by how severe this spanking is, but trust me when I tell you, you cannot get out of it. I may be a small woman, but I am fully capable of keeping you across my lap. When this spanking is over, if you have disobeyed my rules, you will receive additional punishment. There is nothing you can do about any of that. Is that clear, slave?" Danny began to feel the onset of crying coming. The woman had held him in this humiliating and degrading position, draped and bent across her thighs, for so long he'd had plenty of time to fully realize the absolute childishness of his position. He wanted to break down in tears just over the shame of being held where he was, and he knew things would only get worse once she began to spank him. "It's clear, Mistress." Kim spanked him. The woman had been exactly right; immediately following the first touch, he wanted the spanking to end. After four strokes his erection was vanishing, leaving only the suffering of the spanking. He couldn't keep himself from crying out and kicking his feet, which caused the woman to pause the spanking. "That didn't take long, bad boy," Kim mocked. "Now you will be punished for disobeying my rules once I'm finished spanking you. Relax and try to enjoy it, slave, you're going to be right where you are for a very long time." The woman spanked him. Tears sprang from his eyes and he cried uncontrollably, feeling more ashamed of himself than he'd ever felt. He stared at her feet, the feet he had kissed, and he wondered how many times his best friend had seen this view. He looked over his shoulder, pleading for mercy with his eyes, but she only gave him a cold glance. "Eyes down!" She ordered. He returned his eyes to her feet and cried like a child. He'd never been so helpless. As the spanking continued, he'd never cried so hard in his life, enduring the spanking from the Middle Eastern woman who had married his closest friend. She finally stopped and continued to hold the sobbing male across her thighs. His whole body shook with his crying, and as she caressed his bottom, his erection began to return. "There, there," Kim mocked. "You disobeyed, but you did well for your first spanking. Of course, you have more punishment coming, but for now let me hold you down here on my thighs and you can just cry, remembering you are under the control of a woman who has spanked you, and believe me, this is was only your first spanking." Danny continued to cry harder than he ever had. It wasn't just the intensity of the spanking causing his sobs, it was the utter shamefulness of his position, held down across the woman's smooth thighs, completely helpless and subjugated. He'd never in his life thought about being spanked, and now that it had happened, it was far worse, far more shameful and degrading, than he'd ever believed it could be. However, Danny also had to admit, and would fully realize later, that this was the most erotic experience of his entire life. He was trembling as much from his arousal as he was from his suffering, and he was very close to having an orgasm right there on this woman's lap. He felt a profound sense of belonging where he was, naked and helpless, under Kim's control. "Very good," Kim told him, breaking the silence. "I want you on your knees." The male got off the woman's lap with her assistance, then fell to his knees before her, his eyes on her feet. "Kiss my feet," Kim ordered. "Thank me for spanking you and tell me you know you deserve to be punished." Danny was still crying as he kissed the Egyptian woman's feet. "Thank you for spanking me, Mistress. I disobeyed your rules while I was over your lap and I deserve to be punished." She laughed. "You are so good. I agree you deserve to be punished. But it is very late, and we all need some rest. Lay down on your stomach." Danny lay down as the woman instructed. She walked over and got some rope, then returned to her captive and tied his feet. She then drew his feet behind his back in a very tight hogtie, with his hands and feet touching behind him. Again tears sprang into his eyes as helplessness overwhelmed him. "I'm going to put my husband to bed and then return for you," the Middle Eastern woman said as she stood. "Don't go anywhere." Upstairs, the woman walked her husband into the bedroom. He had his head down, his eyes were filled with tears, but his erection was quite obvious. She ordered him to his knees beside the bed, and he obeyed, remaining still as the woman untied him. She ordered him onto his back on the floor beside the bed; he winced at the pain in his bottom as he lay on the floor; he looked up at his wife as she straddled him, sat on him, then forced his hands up to the heavy nightstand. The male sighed as his wife handcuffed him, fastening his hands to the nightstand legs, leaving him totally helpless on the floor. She looked down at him. "You didn't really think I would enslave your friend, but you have seen it with your own eyes. He is naked and hogtied downstairs, and I warned you if he ever came to visit us he would end up captured and enslaved. Now his enslavement is all your fault, because you didn't warn him not to come here. Every time I spank him, every time I tie him up, and every day forward from here he spends naked and in bondage is your fault. You could have saved him by just telling him I would enslave him if he came, but you didn't, and now your friend is my prisoner. It's all over for both of you." Kim kissed him. "I'll be right up to sit on your face; all this power has me very aroused and if I'm going to sleep I'm going to need an orgasm. But for now, I will put my new captive to bed." The woman got off her husband and made her way downstairs, finding Danny tied up right where she left him. The woman released his ankles, then pulled him to his feet. "Come with me, slave," Kim ordered as she walked him out of the room. Danny reflected, as he walked beside the beautiful Egyptian woman, that he'd entered that room a free male and was walking out of it as a prisoner, naked and helpless, tied up and spanked. He walked quietly and meekly beside the powerful female as she escorted him through the house and into the guest bedroom, where he saw his clothes on the bed. "Bad boy leaving your clothes scattered all over the bed like that," Kim told him. "Oh well, you won't be wearing them anyway. But since they're on the bed, you'll have to sleep on the floor. Before I put you to bed, get on your knees and kiss my feet. Thank me for capturing and enslaving you." The male fell to his knees before the female. He kissed the woman's beautiful feet meekly. "Thank you for capturing me and enslaving me, Mistress." "There's a good boy. Lie down on your back." Danny obeyed. Kim placed one of her feet on the male's erection, flexing it and pinning his erection down to his body. She pulled the rope in her hands out in lengths absently as she looked down into Danny's eyes. "This is the first night of the rest of your life under my power," Kim told him. "You've disobeyed, but I do like that you surrendered without an argument or a foolish fight. So I will let you come for me. Can you come for me, slave?" He began to tremble. "Yes, Mistress." "Look down at your erection, pinned by one of my beautiful feet, and listen to my voice. When I tell you to come, you'd better obey." The male looked down. He could see one of her exquisite feet pinning his erection, and the leg she was using had the anklet. He was shuddering and almost orgasmic and knew he would never forget the look of one of her brown feet, with the glittering anklet, pinning his white erection to his body. "You have until the count of 10 to come," Kim informed him. "If you fail, you will be punished." She began to come slowly. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...now come." The male had a very intense orgasm at her command. She couldn't take his eyes off the anklet and Kim's legs as he came, and he wasn't sure the orgasm would ever end. When it finally did, he was completely under the woman's control as she laughed. "Males are so easy. Roll over onto your stomach." He obeyed languidly. Kim tied him up, fastening his feet behind his back with rope, then pulling his feet behind his back into a tight hogtie. She finished tying him up,then put one of her feet on his back as she looked down at him. "There," Kim told him. "You will lie there all night and think about how much your life has changed. When you came to this house you were free, but now you are captured, tied up and enslaved by a Middle Eastern woman. You are not a man; you are nothing but a captured slave and you are here for my pleasure."