I woke up on my back, laying on my arms. I tried to move, but once again my hands were bound behind my back. I moaned, and realized that I was gagged as well; something stuffed into my mouth and my face plastered with silver duct tape. I imagined that it was probably Sharon's sock packed into my mouth. I tried to stand but couldn't. I looked down my body and saw that my knees were bound in white nylon rope, as were my ankles. I was naked again as well.

I was not in the apartment this time, and it took me some time to realize that I was in the laundry room of my building. I had been bound and gagged and stuffed behind the row of dryers that dominated one wall of the basement room. I struggled to sit up, and screamed into my gag as I leaned against one of the machines. They were not running, but were still hot from recent use.

I looked around, trying to get my bearings and hoping to spot something that I might use to cut myself free. There was nothing, of course. My captor, whoever had thought up this cruel joke, had removed anything I might use to free myself. I glanced up and about and saw that by sitting up I had put myself on display in the back windows of the room. My eyes went wide as I saw the mocking faces of Crazy, Sexy and Cool staring at me again from the laundry across the way. They broke up laughing as I slumped against the wall in humiliation. I would get no help from them, but how had they known I was there?

My heart almost stopped as I heard a slamming thump; the sound of one of the washer lids shutting, followed by the roar of water as it came to life. I was not alone. I rolled onto my stomach and wormed my way to the end of the row of dryers that I was hidden behind, hoping to spot a friend. I sagged in defeat.

There was a woman loading her dirty clothes into the washers. She was Asian, and cute, but I did not recognize her. I also did not have the nerve to try and get her attention in order for her to set me free. I lay there, bound and gagged on the dirty floor, watching her as she shuffled about, her flip-flops driving me crazy as they slapped the floor and the soles of her feet as she walked. I felt my erection growing underneath me, and wondered how this could be turning me on.

Before too long she slid her final rack of quarters into the last machine, gathered her laundry basket and detergent, then sashayed out the door. I could just hear her thong-sandals slapping as she walked down the hall to the elevator and too late I cried out. She did not hear me over the roar of water as far away as she was. I started to cry.

I had a choice now. Wait as I was until my neighbor returned and hope that she would not be too freaked out at seeing me as I was to free me. Or I could try to make my way back to my apartment, bound and gagged and naked, and hope that I did not meet anyone along the way. A third choice, I realized, was to make my way to the garbage room that was just beyond the laundry room. There would be something sharp there to cut my bonds. That seemed my best bet.

I crawled out from behind the dryers, sweating and covered in dust. I felt miserable as I leaned up against the washing machines, trying to inch my way up into a standing position. I realized that I was woefully out of shape, as it took me several attempts to get my feet under me and up onto my legs. I was trying to find my balance as I heard the elevator doors open, the clack of heels on the concrete down the hall.

I saw someone pass, a mane of blonde hair and a flash of gray skirt. A woman went past the door into the garbage room, and as soon as she was out of sight I found myself hopping frantically, silently, trying to hide from her view. I heard her heels clacking on the floor again as I pressed my body against the blind wall, receding down the hallway. I heard the elevator's outer door slam shut, and a second later sighed in relief as the motors whirred and groaned to life.

I was trembling in fear. I wanted help, but my want was far outbalanced by my fear of humiliation at being caught as I was; naked, bound, gagged.

I hopped out into the hallway, out of the laundry room and into the garbage room. I could not believe my luck. The garbage cans were empty save for the bag that had just been dropped by my neighbor. Likewise, the recycle bins were empty and clean. Even the area for used papers had been swept and scrubbed. I cursed into my gag, wondering at the odds that the building superintendent would clean extra well today of all days. I sagged against the wall and stared down into the one garbage can with a bit of garbage in it.

The bag within had burst open and I saw that there was nothing but useless garbage within; some old bills, an empty milk carton and cereal box and some containers of half eaten Chinese take out. I hung my head in despair. Nothing sharp, or even dull that I might use to cut my bonds.

I screwed up my courage and started hopping down the hall towards the elevator. I would have to take my chances and try to make it back to my apartment. I thought briefly of hopping my way all the way down the hall to the Super's apartment, but once again lost my nerve. I was not yet ready to admit defeat and ask for help.

I thumped up against the elevator door and wiggled about until I could push the button with my elbow. It was harder to do than I would have imagined, but eventually I heard the rumble of the closing doors from some floor up above and the familiar groan of the elevator as it started its descent. It was a long time coming.

I spent the waiting time adjusting my weight and getting a grip on the outer door handle. When the car finally arrived, I was ready and I flung open the outer door and literally fell into the elevator. I slammed against the back wall of the car and slid to the dirty tiled floor, cursing at my own clumsiness. I had just started to inch my way up the wall in order to push the button to my floor when the door rattled shut and the elevator began to rise.

I panicked. I struggled to get my feet under me again and saw the light of the first floor as we passed. I leaned against the button panel and rammed my fingers into my floor's button.too late. The elevator rumbled past my floor on its way up into the building. I was screwed, having to ride along, about to be at the mercy of whoever was waiting for the car on the upper floor. I started hitting buttons indiscriminately, but my luck was holding to bad. The car did not slow until it reached the sixth floor.

The inner door slid open as I shrank back into the corner of the car. My only hope was that whoever was about to get on was someone I knew who might free me, or maybe someone I did not know that would take pity on me. My worst scenario had me being dragged back to some man's apartment and locked away as his sex slave. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself invisible and hoped for the best as the outer door swung open.

"C'mon babies."

I heard a woman's voice followed by the clatter of scrabbling nails on the hard tile floor of the car. There was a shuffling of feet as the door slammed shut and the inner door slid too. Then I heard the growls.and the gasp.

"Oh my god!"

I did not recognize the voice at first, but when I opened my eyes, I recognized the dogs. I was staring at two snarling Dobermans, big, healthy creatures that were owned by a woman that I saw almost every morning on my way to work. I swallowed, looking past the dogs and saw her feet in orange slide sandals. Slowly I followed her legs up past her wide hips and breasts to her face. She was an older woman, in her fifties, with short gray hair and a usually pleasant smile. Now her face was twisted in shock hidden only slightly behind her sunglasses as she stared down at me. She struggled to control her dogs that sounded like they wanted to rip me apart.

"Sit!" she ordered, and I did, as did the dogs. She stepped forward around the animals as the elevator began to move down. She towered over me, the look of shock slowly diminishing as she took in my naked, helpless form. She shook her head in confusion as the car stopped at the Fifth floor, then we both sighed as no one got on and the car started down again. To my surprise, she hit the 'stop' button and the car sputtered to a halt just above the Fourth Floor.

She leaned forward and ripped the tape from my lips without a bit of sympathy. I screamed at the sudden pain, then when I could, worked the packing from my mouth and spit it onto the floor. As I had suspected, it was Sharon's sock.

"What the hell is going on?" I heard her ask as I worked my jaw open and closed. I choked as I tried to talk, and looked up at her pleadingly. Oddly, my humiliation was so great that I could not keep looking at her face and I found my gaze once again locked on her feet. I lowered my head and begged, hoping that she would have more pity for me than Steve had had.

"Please.Someone tied me up as a joke. I can't get free. Please untie me."

"A joke." she chuckled, and I knew that I was in trouble. "It doesn't seem very funny to me." I could hear the laughter in her voice, however, and knew she was enjoying my situation. "Why'd they do this to you?"

"It was just a bad joke." I repeated, lying. "I got drunk, and my friends stripped me and tied me up in the laundry room and left me there." I tried to look at her face again, to plead with her, but I could not look her in the eyes.

"I see. So I should take you back to the laundry room then, I suppose. I hate to spoil other people's fun." She sniggered, directing her dogs with their leashes to sit on either side of me. I was trembling as one of the beasts started nosing about my crotch, and I was sweating with the heat and my fear. It was getting warm and close in the stalled car. "Moose seems to like you." she giggled. I swallowed and pressed back into the corner, wishing the dog would get away.

"Please." I whined. "Just untie me. I wanna go home. I'll do anything. Just let me go." I could feel her staring at me, and I saw her feet shuffling as she wondered what to do. I could not believe that there was any real choice. She had to release me. Moose continued to sniff at me until she jerked on his choke collar, telling him to heel. I could see that he was sporting a raging hard on as he reared back on his leash. I licked my lips as she stepped forward and bent down, picking up the filthy sock I had spat out. She held it in her hand considering it, considering me.

"So no one knows that you're tied up except your 'friends', and they think you're in the laundry room?" I nodded, agreeing with her summation. "No one knows where you are, but me?" I shook my head, agreeing again.

She grabbed my nose and jerked my head roughly back. "Open!" she ordered, and I did, realizing that I would soon run out of air if I did not comply. She stuffed the sock back into my mouth, shoving it back into my throat with a finger, then pressed the duct tape over my face again. I moaned into my gag, begging her to stop, but she ignored me as she undid the buckle on the collar of the bigger dog.

The woman stepped up against me and pressed me into the wall with the weight of her leg, resting a sandaled foot on my thigh. I could feel the grit on the sole of her shoe rubbing into my bare skin as she leaned in and attached the choke collar and leash about my neck. She gave it a sharp yank, that caused me to cry out, then she stepped off of my leg and unhooked the leash from Moose's collar, holding it by the clasp. "Moose, Rocko.Guard!" she commanded, and both dogs leapt to their feet and snarled at me menacingly. I was terrified and felt my bladder suddenly emptying. The woman stepped quickly away, laughing at my humiliation. "Bad boy." she chuckled and swatted the free leash across my exposed thigh. I yelped in pain, the gag barely stifling my cry.

Still chuckling, the woman pushed the 'door open' button, which opened the inner door of the elevator. She then hit the button for the Sixth Floor followed immediately by the 'door close' button, and in seconds we were all on our way up again. Two quick floors later and the door opened and she let the dogs out, directing them down the hall towards her apartment. She stepped into the doorway so that it would not close and gave my leash a yank. I choked as the collar tightened about my throat, but quickly got the hint.

"Heel." She commanded, and I fell forward at her feet and began worming my way down the hall following the path of the dogs. "I'm sorry." she said as she walked me down the hall, occasionally swatting me with the other leash to keep me moving. "It's just been so long. My husband died over ten years ago, and the dogs just aren't enough." I moaned as I realized what she was saying, then yelped as she whipped me again. I was praying for some door to open and someone to put an end to this, but my bad luck was holding true. I stared at her foot as she finally stopped before a door and felt one of the dogs probing my ass.

"Seeing you tied up like this," she continued as she let the dogs in then jerked me inside and locked the door, "well, I just can't believe that someone could tie you up without you wanting it. I think maybe you were playing some kinky game, and then maybe your friend played a joke on you and abandoned you in the basement." She shrugged, "Their tough luck.and yours." She whipped me over to an empty spot on the floor in front of a chair then strolled off to her kitchen. One dog followed her faithfully, but the other, Moose I think, was on me again, sniffing at my crotch and butt. I squirmed, trying to get away from his cold nose and tongue, but he followed me relentlessly.

"Moose! Sit!"

The woman was back, the leash looped about her arm, a beer in one hand and a Ziploc baggie in the other. She stepped over me and plopped down in the chair, planting her feet in my back as though I were a footstool. I tried to glance up and saw her scratching the dog behind the ear.

"Easy boy.Mama first." I moaned, thumping my forehead against the floor. I had thought my worst scenario would be a man taking me to his apartment. I was wrong.

I heard the beer open, then heard her take a long drink. I realized just how thirsty I was. "Roll over." I heard her say, then felt her foot as she prodded me along. It took a bit of effort, but at her encouragement I was soon on my back with her feet resting on my chest. She leaned over and dug a fingernail under the duct tape, ripping it off, causing me to yelp once again. She then snagged the sock in my mouth and pulled it free.

"You said you'd do anything, so we'll see. You do what I tell you, and I'll let you go." I nodded, still not able to talk, and she slid one sandaled foot under my face while pressing down on my cheek with the other until my lips were pressed against the leather of her shoe. Her feet were dirty, almost gray from the floor, and her shoes were old and seemed to smell of urine. I had forgotten about my accident in the elevator, but she had not.

"You got my shoes wet earlier. Clean them. Lick!" She giggled as she slapped the stiff nylon leash across my ass and I started to lick. I was right in that her feet were filthy. She must walk around in bare feet most of the day. Oddly though, they were smooth as well, I would eventually find out, as she must use lotion on them regularly. Her sandals however were gritty and worn, and it took some time to first lick the straps to satisfaction, and then the soles of both shoes. My mouth was dry, and I felt gravel crunching in my teeth as I tried to work up saliva when she was finally satisfied.

"Please." I begged, "water."

"Sure, doggy. Water's in the kitchen. Help yourself."

She smiled down at me as I craned my neck to stare at the kitchen doorway over ten feet away. I moaned in frustration, but started worming my way towards the door much to her delight. The dogs yelped and barked, nipping at me and pacing me every inch of the way. I finally made it though, and was craning my neck again, wondering how I was going to get to the faucet when I heard her call out.

"The bowls are by the garbage can, doggy."

I stared at the three dog dishes lined up on a mat beside the garbage can. I whimpered as I wormed my way closer, but hesitated only for a moment before lapping at the little bit of water in the dog's water dish. It was rank and warm, but I drank it dry, then lay there licking the bottom of the bowl until I heard her call me back.

She was waiting with her bare feet stuck out, crossed at the ankles as I wormed my way back across the floor. I kept telling myself that I had to do this if I wanted to be freed, and it was utterly humiliating, but I also found that I wanted to do it. I wanted to lick this older woman's dirty feet clean. I wanted to debase myself before her, to feel the humiliating burn of embarrassment. I seemed to crave it, and with every lap of my tongue, I was wanting more. My head was spinning with confusion, conflicting emotions. I wanted it to end, but I could not wait for her next command. I licked between her toes, sucking each to hear her moan for more. I lapped at the tops of her feet and ankles, and when she pressed the filthy soles of her feet in my face, I licked all the harder.

Finally she kicked me away. I slumped to the floor at her feet, exhausted, but I chanced a glance up and saw for the split second that my shame would allow that she was breathing hard as well and soaked in sweat. Her hand was down the front of her shorts and I could see her fingers working frantically. She spotted me watching and gave me a sharp kick, which forced my gaze to the floor again.

"God." she moaned, out of breath, "You have a hot tongue." I felt her jerk on my leash then and I choked and gasped as I struggled up onto my knees. She looped the cord about her fist until I was close enough, then grabbed an ear with her free hand and pulled my head down into the crotch of her shorts. They were damp and stained already, and smelled of her sex, but she shoved my nose in as far as it would go and commanded me to lick again. I did.

I rooted around, licking and rubbing against the crotch of her pants as she directed. I felt like a pig in heat, snuffling for air as I slurped at the dampness in her pants. I felt her fist lock onto my other ear and force me in harder as she moaned and whimpered in pleasure. I have to admit that I loved it as the lust for her womanhood took over. No matter the humiliation of being bound and forced. No thought of the fact that she was thirty years my senior and could have been my mother. I loved it. Craved it.

Before long she was screaming in orgasm and pulling at her shorts. I bit into the material, trying to help, pulling on her pants, then her panties. Soon she drove my head back into her bare crotch, and I was deep into her bush. It was hot, and soaking wet and her pussy juices were washing over my face as she came and came. It smelled a bit at first, but that soon just added to the pleasure. One more degradation that spurred me on all the harder.

Finally she let out one piercing scream and shoved me back. I fell to the floor at her feet; almost strangling on the collar as the leash unwrapped too slowly from about her hand. I was hot and sweaty, breathing hard, my face drenched in her juices and my hair plastered to my head. My tongue was sore from stretching into her cunt, and my arms and legs were trembling in their bonds. She was in little better shape, only free. She was leaning back in her chair, her shirt soaked, her shorts gathered about her thighs. The hair on her bush sparkled in the light. Her chest heaved with every breath, and I half worried she might have a heart attack until she glanced down at me with an evil, satisfied grin. She stretched out a leg and ran her foot over my bound, naked body, cooing softly.

"Good boy.Good boy."