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    Bound In Leather, part 9
...Then Vicki entered the room, her daughter close behind her. The older woman's steel restraint had been removed and her arms were now anchored behind her back by irons at the elbows and wrists. Both she and Nicki had a steel belt around their waists. Metal arms from the sides of the belts came forward and down to support a fair-sized tray in front of each charming waitress. The first course of what turned out to be an elaborate meal was set on each tray. In enforced silence they came to our chairs, Vicki to Dick and Nicki to me. To bring the trays conveniently close, they had to stay in front of us to serve...

    Bound In Leather, part 10
...she was not restrained in any way. She was dressed for the street. Vicki came downstairs, also dressed to go out. Her skirt was tighter and shorter than is usually worn, and she wore a short fur cape. In addition, she had on a small hat and a black, mesh veil. A few moments later Nicki came down, accompanied by her father. She was dressed almost exactly like her mother, in a short, very tight skirt-so tight, Dick had to help her down the stairs. At first glance, she looked quite normal. But a longer look showed that beneath the veil, which hid more than it seemed to, she wore the flesh-coloured kid mask and adhesive features I had seen before. Further, she carried her arms very stiffly by her sides. I found that this was because a wide band of black leather was laced, corset-like, around her upper arms and body, just below the bosom. The fur cape concealed the fact that to her elbows her arms were pinned to her sides...

    Bound In Leather, part 11
...All the girls were gagged into silence and had their arms helplessly bound; mostly, they had enough leg room to move around on their super high heels. That was lucky, because it gave them full opportunity to show off their tiny waists, bosoms, and lavishly displayed legs. One girl, for instance, had on black, patent knee-boots, buttoned to the tops, black stockings which disappeared under the edge of her very short, full, black velvet skirt; this fitted in the typical "princess" line, skin tight over the body and up to a collar that was so high it came right to the base of her nose, covering her mouth completely. Her arms were doubled at the elbows and laced into "short-arm" gloves that held them in that position. Another one was in a sort of harem outfit, of very high-heeled Eastern slippers with turned-up toes, transparent baggy pants (under which could be seen tightly suspendered dark stockings), a short coatee that hugged the wasp-like waist which was open at the top to display a cloth-of-gold brassiere. Her wrists were circled by gold cuffs which were attached to short chains which went under her body and up to a gold belt around her waist...

    Bound In Leather, part 12
...I removed the bag, disclosing Fifi, bound in a manner I had never se seen before. Since, owing to the deep curve her body had been forced into, she could not wear a conventional stiff corset, her sole clothing, aside from the usual stockings. was a super-tight fitting, heavy, dark, rubber garment like a one-piece bathing suit. To get her into the necessary position, she must have been made to sit, flat on the ground, then her head and arms were forced forward and down, while her knees were brought up until a bar, with securing straps at the ends, could be passed under her knees and across the back of the shoulders. Her arms, which were now on the underside of her thighs, were brought around the outside of them and forced as far back as possible by means of cords from wrist to wrist across the small of her back. Later I found out, when the subject is left in this position, it is called "The Grasshopper," from the raised position of the knees. But in Fifi's case, her feet were laced into soft bootees, without heels, the toes of which were sewn to the ring by which she was suspended. Thus, the least movement was impossible and escape, or even modification of the position, was out of the question. Her discomfort was greatly increased and silence assured by a huge pad of sponge rubber crammed into the gaping mouth and held in place by a narrow strap, buckled as tightly as possible around her head....


    Bound In Leather, part 13
...The "Gamine" costume turned out to be a skin-tight black sweater, equally tight, very brief black shots, dark stockings and high heeled sandals. Both the sweater and shorts were tom ornamentally in a couple of places. It took only a second to tie her hands behind her. Then I forced the big ball into her mouth and settled down to the always enjoyable task of lacing the discipline helmet as tightly as possible. The following move was to tie Fifi's hands with her wrists crossed about her corseted waist, with the knot in the front and the ends trailing down. Taking these ends back under her body I brought them up and made her put her bound wrists over her head and as far down her back as she could. I took the ends of the rope in my hand through the rope around her wrists and began pulling. Slowly her back arched more and more steeply, slowly her wrists were pulled further and further down her back. I took longer than I really had to; but my wife couldn't see what I was doing, and I wanted each rope to be adjusted exactly right. I had had enough experience with rope now to know when to stop pulling.

Then I knotted the rope. Opening the tailboard of the station wagon, I bundled my silent and helpless victim in on the floor. Tying her ankles together, I brought the rope from them up to the one around her wrists and pulled until her ankles and wrists were touching. She was now in a perfect "reverse hoop,"..

    Bound In Leather, part 14
...So high was the stiff collar, she was forced to carry her chin very high, with a charming air of arrogance. Her arms, in long, full sleeves that almost touched the ground, were secured wrist to elbow behind her back. As I had come to expect, she was gagged, her mouth filled and forced wide open by an ivory egg, split length-wise and hinged at the back; the two halves were held wide apart in front by an adjustable brace...

    Bound In Leather, part 15
...She was spread-eagled in the frame with her wrists strapped to the upper corners and her ankles to the lower corners, her legs pulled wide apart. The corset, of gleaming black kid, was unusually long, extending from down over the hip-bones at the sides up the armpits; in back it reached right up the neck, which ended in a high, stiff collar and in front it came down well over the abdomen, while the top was shaped into two half cups and was so high it raised the bosom higher than I had ever seen it. The lacing stood open a good three inches)at the waist and more above. "How far is she laced in, Fifi?" I asked as I went in. "Sixteen inches, M'sieur," she told me. "This corset is supposed to get her down to thirteen inches? Good." Nicki tried to interrupt me, but I went on, as though I hadn't heard her. "Living doll as are famous for their small waists and high bosoms." ...

    Busted
...Lori decided that she might as well make her move. Even if she failed, at least she wouldn't die wondering what could've been. Unaware of the watching spectators studying every move with avid interest, she experimentally tested the strength of her bonds, straining against everything with all her might but nothing so much as budged, much less shifted position. She wanted to scream. Her energetic struggling was playing hell with her puss. The cords wedged deep within her clit were acting like a tuning fork, instantly transmitting even the slightest twitch to her aching, tingling vagina. It was the most exquisite sweet torment she'd ever experienced...


    Fetish Girl
...After a few minutes, she stopped and began to put the trainer on me. The harness went on top of my head and then had to be secured in the back and down the sides of my head. The last strap went under my chin and it also had a lock on it. As she pulled the straps tighter and began to fasten them the ball came closer to my mouth and eventually into my mouth. It was still loose in my lips and with her long nails she pushed against the ball and shoved it right in. "I'm going to tighten the strap underneath your chin as tight as it will go. I don't want you to be able to make a sound at all."

She pulled the strap tighter and tighter until it was at the last hole it could reach. "Click," went the lock under my chin.

"Now for the duct tape." She cinched at least ten pieces over the ball gag and secured them tightly. "I love a good quiet man."...

    Fiona's Armbinder
...with my hands held together palm to palm. She slipped the device over my wrists and slid it up above my elbows. Beginning at the bottom end which encased my hands, she started to draw the thin cords tighter and tighter like a shoe lace, slowly working up toward my elbows. The tightening sleeve inexorably forced my arms together all the way up to my elbows, and then Angela continued tightening the laces higher and higher up the armbinder until she had reached the opening at the top of the arm binder, level with my armpits. When she was satisfied that my arms and hands were firmly bound together all the way up the unyielding thick leather sleeve, she tied the ends of the laces together in a secure non-slip double bow. Then she passed the straps attached to the top opening over my shoulders, crossed them over my chest, and pulled them back under my armpits before buckling them together behind my back. Finally, she buckled tight two more straps sewn onto the arm binder around my elbows and wrists. My arms were now completely immobilised, and I realised just how effective the armbinder was. I quietly grunted as I attempted to move my arms slightly within the confines of the thick leather sleeve, but I couldn't move them at all...



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