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Bound In Leather, part 7 - free bondage story
Then I went inside
to fix things up a bit. A couple of times I poked my head out to ask if
she was quite comfortable. As she didn't answer, I assumed she was. In
about half an hour, I had a fire going in the big fireplace, as it gets
cold late at night in my neck of the woods-and a big couch drawn up in
front of it. I had a table with some drinks for me and so on. I had even
let the big wagon-wheel, which hangs in the middle of the ceiling with
light-fixtures on it, down and dusted it thoroughly. After all, you want
things to be neat for your guests. Then I went out to the car and
brought in the brief-case of bondage material. After everything else was
ready, I went out and released Nicki. Of course, I did it bit by bit, as
she seemed to be pretty badly cramped for some reason. I even took off
the cord that held the bar-bit so far back in her mouth. But I knew I
was safe, because the chin part of her mask kept her from opening her
mouth wide enough to get the ball out. As a final touch I took the tape
off the eyeholes of the mask. Bringing her into the living room, I told
her she could take off the long-grey rubber dress and lie down on the
couch and rest for half an hour. Gratefully, she did so. spent the
time in a little sort of workshop I have down in the cellar. I took a
piece of quarter-inch iron rod and bent it into a ring two inches
across, being careful to smooth the ends where they came together. Then
I went upstairs again. She had probably been asleep, but as soon as she
heard me enter the room she sat up and folded her arms behind her back.
I told her she could go into the other room, loosen her helmet enough to
get the ball and padding out of her mouth. Then she could take a drink
and return. In a few minutes she was back with her mask once more in
place and her arms behind her back.
"Well?" she asked, posing
just inside the door
"Why do you hold your arms like that?" I
asked.
"To show you that even when they're not bound, they're ready
to be."
"I get it. A very nice idea," I commented.
"Now come over here
and let me tie your arms."
"Oh good," she cried,
"It's much more fun when I'm helpless."
Quickly I tied her
arms so they were high behind her back, in the same position they were
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"That feels wonderful. I don't know of
any position that makes a girl feel more helpless-or more willing to be
helpless," she breathed,
as I drew the cords as tight as I could.
"Now come over here on the couch," I instructed.
As she did
so, I made her kneel on the seat with her legs doubled under her and
strapped them in that position.
"Aren't you going to gag me?"
she pouted.
"In a way," I answered.
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"Do you know what
this is?" I showed her the ring. She shook her head.
"Well,
let's try it," Nicki smiled.
I took off the wig, loosened the lace
of the mask again and made her open her mouth wide. Then I slipped the
ring into her mouth side-ways, then stood it up and pulled it forward,
so that it was wedged between her teeth, with her jaws stretched wide.
Then the helmet was tightened and the wig went back. Later, I plugged
her mouth tightly by packing cotton in through the ring. She couldn't
get it out again and was once more delightfully silent. I let the wagon
wheel down and bound her to it by the wrists and ankles. Then I pulled
it up so it hung about a foot above the couch. Then I sat down on the
couch, near my silent subject as she hung, swaying slightly on the
chandelier. |
I poured myself a drink and gestured towards her as I said,
"To the loveliest creature I've ever seen. May your waist measure
ever grow less and your heels higher."
Her only answer was a faint
creak of leather as she tried, perhaps unconsciously, to ease her
strained position.
During
the next few minutes I enjoyed the warmth of the fire, the flavour of my
drink, and, after I had given the wheel a turn, the sight of my
companion revolving slowly first one way, then the other, l like the
circular pendulum of a four hundred day clock. I noticed that as she
swung to and fro, her eyes, or as much of them as I could see through
the narrow slits of her leather mask, seemed to fix themselves on my
drink. That reminded me that she must have been gagged in one way or
another, for a good many thirst-making hours, so I asked,
"Thirsty?" In spite of the tight cord around her throat, she
managed a faint and, it seemed, eager, nod. |
So I got another
glass, mixed a good stiff drink and then held it against the cotton
packed in her mouth, tilting it slowly as the liquid soaked into the
absorbent material.
"All right," I said, "try swallowing
some of that."
I could see the muscles of her jaw and throat
working, then she shook her head.
"What's the matter? Not getting
any?"
Another head shake.
"Why, cord around your throat to
tight to let you swallow?" A nod. "Well, I guess we'll have to
change things around a little," |
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I
remarked, getting up and beginning by letting the wheel down so that she
rested on the couch again. Then, I began untying her as I
continued,
"Of course, it's the rope from your wrists that runs up
around your neck that causes the trouble. We'l1 have to take it off.
It's a pity, though, because your arms are in such a fine
position." She nodded. Then I had an idea. "I got it!" I
cried. |
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"First, we'll
put your grey rubber gown and strap gloves back on again. Then, we can
force your arms into an even better position than they're in now."
It took a few minutes. Before long, she was once more in the floor
length skirt and full-length gloves. Then, I bent her arms up behind
her, so her hands, palm to palm, were between her shoulder blades. Next,
I passed the straps over her shoulders, crossed them in front just below
her neck, brought them around, crossed them in back again outside her
arms and finally buckled them at her waist in front. Her arms were now
held in a high double hammerlock, with her elbows only about six inches
apart in the small of her back, the strained position making her pull
her shoulders back, arch her spine and thrust her bosom forward
delightfully.
"Now," I smiled, "let's put the legs on
view, too." "Okay, come and get your drink," I said,
seating myself on the couch once more.
Proud as a peacock, Nicki minced
over, a study in helpless arrogance and perched on my knee. I held the
glass to her gaping lips. Little by little, because swallowing with her
mouth so tightly stretched was still difficult, she drained the glass. |
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we both froze. A car had driven up outside and stopped. Nicki jumped to
her feet and I instinctively followed, as we heard footsteps outside;
first on the walk, then up the steps and finally across the cabin porch.
There were two sets of steps; the slow, heavy; pace of a man and the
quick, light tapping of a woman's high heels. Then two figures appeared
in the doorway, a woman in a long cloak in front and a tall, grey-haired
man of about fifty just behind. For a moment we all stared at each
other. The man, I had never seen before. The woman, at first, I thought
was Vicki. Then I decided she wasn't, because her hair was a deep red
and wore it dressed in a long, flowing, pageboy effect. Besides, though
the eyes looked like hers, the lower part of her face was quite
different being very long from nose to chin, with oddly high cheekbones
and hollow cheeks. I could tell nothing about the rest of her because of
the concealing cloak. |
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In a second, the
man stepped forward, smiled, and offered his hand.
"You're Ted
Walk, aren't you?"
"Why, uh, yes, I am," I foundered.
"Thought you must be. Had enough trouble to find you. I'm Dick
Roberts. Husband of Vicki, here, and father of that leather and
rubber-covered bondage lover over there,"
and he nodded to Nicki,
who pertly curtsied an acknowledgement.
"But she doesn't look like
Vicki!" I protested, nodding toward the red-haired vision that
stood stiffly in the doorway.
"Well, a red wig, a horse-face gag
and a thin rubber mask can change a face completely. Here, take a
look," he answered, stepping over to her.
In a second he pulled off the wig, unzipped the back of the mask, which
covered her whole head and peeled it off. |
I recognised Vicki
immediately, chiefly by her curling black hair, now once more revealed,
and her wide green eyes stretched wide open in the typical "Gag
Look"-and well they might be. Her mouth was obviously stretched
wide open and packed very tightly I couldn't see what was used for
packing, since the lower part of her face was completely covered with
strips of adhesive tape. It was the pressure of this tape, which had
given the mask the hollow cheeks and high cheekbones.
"I can see why
you call it a `horse-face' gag," I remarked, as he prepared to
remove her cloak,
"The great length from nose to chin gives her a
very horse-jawed look. Must be very uncomfortable to wear, though."
"Oh I don't know," he grinned. "I don't hear any
complaints."
At this point the cloak came off from high neck to
waist, Vicki wore a skin fitting, white lace blouse, through which her
dark corset and brassiere showed very interestingly.
From her tiny wasp waist, encircled by a wide patent leather belt
just to the tops of her thigh high boots she wore a skirt of black silk
fringe, which played peek-a-boo at every slight movement. |
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For some reason, I felt
impelled to say,
"Well, it looks like we're all here but Fifi. Why
didn't you bring her?"
"Oh, but I did " he answered
surprisingly. "She's down in the car. Good as gold and quiet as a
mouse. Why don't you look?"
You can understand I didn't need a
further invitation. I was out of the door and going down the steps in a
second. I heard the tap of high heels behind me, but was too intent to
turn and see which girl it was. I found a large and opulent imported
limousine parked next to my rather humble domestic product. I looked in
both the front and back seat, but saw no one. |
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I was wondering
whether Dick was having some sort of joke at my expense when I felt
somebody nudge me. I looked around to see Nicki. Signalling with her
masked head for me to follow she led me to the back of the car, pointing
with a pretty high heeled foot toward the trunk compartment. It took me
a moment to figure out the catch, then I swung the lid open. Inside,
hunched over in a curious manner, I saw the short-skirted, mesh-stockinged
form of the French maid. I spoke to her and then invited her to get out,
but the only answer I got was a strange squirming motion. Obviously, she
was secured in some manner. In the faint fight from the open cabin door,
it took me a while to figure it out. There was a steel bar, about three
feet long. At the lower end was a pair of ankle cuffs which were clamped
tightly around her slim ankles. |
Higher up, another pair encircled
her knees; a third pair held her wrists tightly against the bar. At the
upper end, a steel hoop went around her head in such a manner that a
large hard rubber ball, which was fastened to the end of the rod, was
forced deep into her mouth, acting as a very powerful egg. As a final
touch, her elbows were strapped tightly to her tiny waist. Each of the
clamps was held closed by a wing nut. Thus, though the luckless wearer
of the device could not remove it, anybody else could. I soon had
her free of the device, but poor Fifi was so cramped that it was several
minutes before she could move freely or mumble creakily,
"Thank
you, M'sieur Ted."
I was wondering whether to try to lift her out
and carry her up to the cabin or what, when Dick leaned over the rail
and called down to me.
"Leave her there, Ted. She'll come up as
soon as she gets the kinks out."
Nicki was standing close beside
me, so, with my arms around her rigid waist I went back up the steps and
into the living room.
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