Karen – A Very Bondage Christmas by MonsterP63
Part I - A Very Bondage Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas.
Usually, it’s family gatherings, spending time with relatives, awaiting midnight to open presents, seeing kids’ eyes light up with whatever Santa’s brought, whether they’ve been good or naughty.
But on this Christmas eve, Karen was alone. She was not lonely, only alone. She had found every excuse possible to be by herself. She wanted to do that stunt for years, now she had the chance, thanks to Mother Nature who made driving a hellish stunt by sending a weather soup of snow, rain, hail, freezing rain, frazil, you name it. The best excuse to stay home.
For many, this meant a not so joyful day. But for others, like Karen, it was almost a dream come true: she would spend Christmas night… bound up.
By noon, she had done her red neck entry catsuit, and accessorised it with white leather collar and simple cuffs, a black latex corset and black knee high leather platform boots with a six inches heel, topping everything with a red and white latex hood. She had spent the afternoon wandering around, fixing everything for her night in bondage, especially her secret bondage furniture.
She had made her Christmas tree right besides her unique flower pot stand, a well disguised vertical stock she constructed herself. It was made for self bondage, with an electromagnet holding close the collar/hand board. All the hardware was well concealed under false foliage or accessories to her flower pot.
It consisted of five boards: ankles, knee, hips, waist and neck/wrists. She carefully removed all the flower pots from the different, ahem, support holes, and removed the concealing foliage to reveal fine brass hardware. She was shivering with anticipation. It was too early to get herself into it. It would be for later. Nonetheless, her breath was shaking and she was getting hot by the minute. Every step she made, every movement she did, was arousing, and she had to do quite a few to remove the total of 9 flower pots that were on the supports.
She stood by the window, looking at that harsh weather. Right now, it was heavy, wet snow falling. There was barely no car down the streets of her apartment building. She still felt guilty of not attending. She had planned her stunt for months, finding the best excuses, and then the weather made it all easier. She had a thought for her family she was not going to see. “There’s always new year”, she said to herself.
A little over two hours to midnight. She took two huge vibrating dildos and gently inserted them inside the latex sheaths of her latex catsuit before closing the zipper over them. They were set for random firing, and their batteries should last until morning. To make sure they would stay well in place, she put on her stainless steel chastity belt, putting the crotch strap as tight as possible so it would push the dildos in, fully, without any chance of falling down. The waistband had been adjusted to close over that corset, and it was nonetheless a tight fit. With a shiver running up her spine, she closed the chastity belt lock. Those keys were in a timed safe: she would not take them off before noon the next day.
She added up a panel gag equipped with a huge ballgag that pulled her tongue down. She would be unable to make the simplest of sounds. She fastened the leather harness tightly around her head, adding small padlocks of which keys were in the timed safe.
It was time to set up the stocks. She had a friend who had made her an electronic timer, with hours setup only. She pressed the setup button until it indicated 8. She figured eight hours would be long enough, which was also pretty much the extent of her vibrating dildow batteries.
The timer was embedded under the board so that nothing was showing. The circuit and magnet were wired through the wall. Nothing was visible, and there was no way to unplug anything.
She opened all the boards, which were on hinges, to take place. Putting her ankled first, she bent down to close the board. It was a tight fit over her leather boots and exactly the right height to fit with those boots. It was kept close, as all the others except the neck board, with draw latches. She had to use the pulling force of the latch to close the board, compressing the leather of her boots around her ankles. To keep the latch closed, she fed a carabiner through the locking hole.
The knee board was also a tight fit, although she was just wearing her skintight latex catsuit. She had to be careful not to pinch her skin or the suit. She closed the latch and added the carabiner.
Followed was the hip board, squeezing her buns hard, and pressing against the steel belt. Again, the draw latch proved useful as forcing the board closed.
The waist board had also been cut to fit over that corset. Anything bigger would not have allowed it to close and even then, it was a tight fit.
Finally, the neck and wrist board. This one had a draw latch, but it was only to maintain it fully closed when used as a flower pot holder. The closing mechanism was provided by a spring-loaded hinge. She put a small pin held by a string between the board and the magnet, preventing them from touching, then pressed the start button of the timer. A red dot appeared in the display. She was set.
She pulled open the board, fed her right wrist the right hole, placed her neck and placed her left hand on the right hole, the spring-loaded hinge making sure the board was getting pulled back to the closing position. The simple leather cuffs, without any kind of attachments, were acting as fillers and cushions between her wrists and the wood, maintaining a tight grip.
She wiggled her legs and hips as much as she could, which wasn’t much, and did a mental check of everything, then pulled the pin preventing the neck board from fully close.
She felt it get tight around her neck and heard a very dry clack sound, meaning that the magnet had mated with the steel plate. She tried to force it open, but it wouldn’t bulge. The 125 Kg magnet was just too strong for a wrist to work it out.
She squirmed in her bonds, which enhanced her pleasures. At the same time, her dildos fired. Together!
She jolted. And she drooled. Moaning, she squirmed, but nothing moved much. She would be immobile for the next eight hours.
She was half asleep, half in heaver, half in hell (okay, that’s 3 halves, I know). She suddenly believed she heard sounds, voices. She stopped breathing.
“Karen? Are you here? It’s Lynda. I used your spare key, I didn’t want to knock in case you’re asleep.” she heard the woman whisper, somewhat, loudly.
She went wide-eyed! Lynda was in her apartment?
She heard gigglings and footsteps going away, toward her bedroom. She saw the light turn on.
“Surpri… Damn she’s not there.”
Karen heard footsteps coming toward the living room, as well as the classic shuffling sound of a puffy nylon down jacket.
“I know! I’ll leave the gifts by her three. She will have one hell of a surprise, as if Santa really went here”, said Lynda to herself, giggling.
Lynda entered silently and crouched at the Christmas tree to put down two small boxes.
“There. Perfect.” she said as she turned around to leave.
Karen was holding her breath, trying to go invisible, although the christmas lights of the tree were reflecting on her shiny catsuit. Then her dildos fired, and she couldn’t repress a moan quickly muffled.
“What the hell was that? Said Lynda..
Lynda turned around and looked at the shiny shadow just besides her. She was quick on the light switch, kind of hoping to catch a thief or something, but she startled at the sight!
“Oh…My… Gawd!!!”
Lynda approached the bound woman carefully, as if afraid that she would jump on her. Karen didn’t move. Well, she couldn’t anyways.
“Karen? Is… is that you?” she asked, getting closer to look at her eyes.
Karen nodded a yes.
“Who put you in this… thing… wait a minute?” she said, seeing all the flower pots on the floor. “That is your flower pot stand? I always thought it was looking strange.” she said, giving a long look at Karen’s setup. “Well, I didn’t know you were kinky, but… I like what I see.” she said with a wink. “How do you get out of this?” she asked, looking at the draw latches held closed with the carabiners, then she saw the electronic display on the neck board. “Oooo. Self bondage. And this number is what, minutes?”
Karen nodded no.
“Hours??” she said, startled.
Karen nodded yes.
“So, you still have, like, hum… 6 hours left before being released? And that sound I heard?” she said, crouching down at crotch level. “You have a vibrating dildo… no, two!”
“YOU HAVE TWO VIBRATING DILDOS IN THERE?” asked a stunned Lynda, getting back up, wide eyes.
Karen nodded yes.
“And those padlocks?” asked Lynda, taking one of the gag locks in her fingers.
Karen gestured 1 then two.
“One, two… 12? 12 hours?” said Lynda, but Karen nodded no, drawing a circle with her finger.
“Twelve… Noon! You’ll get the keys at noon.”!
Karen nodded yes.
“That’s so… interesting,” said Lynda. “Well, looks I don’t have anything else to do but wait for six hours for you to get out of this thing.”
Karen nodded no, and tried to make a swift head move toward the door.
“What?… you want me to get out of here?”
Karen nodded yes.
“In your dreams, Karen. I think I’m gonna have fun with you, but, well, for the next six hours, I don’t have much to do. If you don’t mind, I will squat your bed. See you in the morning.” she said with a devilish smile.
She took off her down jacket, that appeared to be rather tight fitting, to reveal a turtleneck shirt and jeggings, and comfy winter boots with a slight wedge sole. She took the boots off and walked away. Karen saw the light of the bedroom being turned back on.
“What the hell… Geesh, you do have a lot of toys!” said Lynda, discovering the opened secret stash drawer, with cuffs, ropes, chains and other fun and restrictive goodies.
She heard her shuffle stuff around, and then she opened the wardrobe.
“Oh my… No wonder why you never wanted me to peek into it. So much stuff. I… I think I’ll try that… and this.”
A few minutes later, she heard high heel clicking sounds, and Lynda appeared in a tight fitting PVC catsuit and high heel shoes. She was holding things in her hands.
“Say, Karen, I found a lot of padlocks but no keys. Are they all in the timed safe?”
Karen nodded yes. It was true, but also, she hoped it would be enough for her to try them, but would get stuck because, you still needed the combination to open the safe, and Karen could have her revenge, keeping Lynda locked.
“So, if I lock this, I won’t be able to remove it before the safe is open, right?”
Another yes nod.
“Well, I figured that I might sleep longer than 6 hours and I want to be sure you wouldn’t make anything… funny. So, better be safe than sorry.” she said, producing a handful of locks and replacing the carabiners with the locks on the stocks. When she reached the neck one, she noticed the draw latch that was opened. She closed it while looking with devil’s eyes at Karen and put the last padlock.
“And I also found this. I believe this goes… right over here.” she said, as she snapped a padded blindfold over Karen’s eyes, the push snaps fitting her head harness, rendering her completely blind.
“There.” she said, at the same time she squeezed Karen’s latex covered breasts. She then approached Karen’s ears, and softly whispered into them. “See you in the morning.”
Karen heard Lynda clicked her heels away, heading for the bedroom.
She was alone, in the dark, unable to move, and perfectly aware that she still had now 10 more hours in the stocks. The vibrators started. They usually tease her without making her lift off, but this time, perhaps because she now had no control over her setup, she had an orgasm. A very powerful one. A very powerful… first one.
The Morning After She heard the clicking sound of the timer. The electromagnet had released. Just to prove to herself that she was still stuck, she nonetheless gave it a try, but the board didn’t open. Yes, she was locked in it, and very much awake. Her muscles were beginning to ache, especially her feet. She had been standing, completely immobile, for 8 hours now, and she had four more to go.
Her dildos had died out a short while ago. She would be standing there, immobile, blindfolded, gagged, and totally void of any stimulation. The little movements she could make inside the tight stocks prevented her to get anything out of the now dead dildos.
She had no way to tell the time. For all she knew, the safe could be unlocked, but Lynda was simply toying with her.
She finally heard some sounds coming from the kitchen, then the smell of coffee. That smelled good. She heard high heel footsteps coming closer and the smell of coffee getting stronger.
“Hello darling, how was your night? Did you rest much?”
Karen nodded no. She didn’t really sleep. She didn’t expect to. HER plan was to get out of the stocks and collapse on the bed to sleep a few hours before getting totally free. But, somehow, her plan had changed.
“Just so you know, you still have about half an hour to go, and here’s a small problem we have: I will need the combination for the safe. Just make the numbers with your fingers when you’re ready.
Using both hands, Karen gave the five numbers of the electronic lock of the safe.
“Okay, noted. I just hope I’ll be able to open it. See, last night, I played with the handcuffs and, somehow, I managed to lock them on my wrists… in my back, so… Wish me luck.” she said with a teasing tone in her voice.
Inside her blind mind, Karen began to panic: the safe was resting on the floor. Someone with her hands tied in her back would not be able to open it, or with a lot of difficulties, and three false codes lock the safe for two hours before any new attempt could be made. It was only when Lynda went to free her that she realized that, somehow, she had been able to make coffee and drink it. Lynda had simply toyed with her.
But ‘Lynda coming to free her’ was an overstatement. She unlocked the ankle and knee boards first, keeping Karen blindfolded. Karen moved her legs, slightly flexing the knees, getting some relief on her aching foot, but Karen pinned them down and wrapped something tight around her ankles: bondage cuffs, to which she linked with padlock.
Only after that did she free the rest of the boards, but not removing Karen’s gag or blindfold.
Karen wobbled a few steps away from the stock when Lynda stopped her and turned her around, again placing bondage cuffs on her wrists and linking them in her back. She added a wide bondage collar and snapped a leash on it.
“Come, follow me. We’re going to your bedroom.”
Karen followed, making itsy-bitsy steps, her feet aching and only wanting to either sit or lay down. The travel to the bedroom was long and excruciating, and when Lynda backed her against the bed, she let herself drop on it, letting out a big long shigh.
“Okay, now. I had time to look around and you have quite a setup here. I mean, there’s rings all over the platform bed frame, better make good use for them. I assume you want to rest?”
Karen nodded yes, but figured that her rest would not be… restful.
Lynda untied Karen’s feet and spread her legs to each corner of the bed before linking them to chains. She forced Karen to twist to her side while she reached to release her wrists, but they were quickly tied back to each corner of the head of the bed.
Lynda went again to Karen’s ankles, removing the links and pulling as hard as she could to stretch Karen like a bow string, before locking the chains back on.
“There. That should allow you to rest without the risk of falling off the bed.”
Karen grunt.
“You know, I know that you don’t have any plans for the rest of the Holidays, and neither do I. What do you say I stay here with you for the whole time? Don’t worry, I will take good care of you.” she said, then from a very lower, creepy voice, she added “Very good care of you.”
© Pete / monsterp63, December 25, 2017
Part II - A Kinky In-Between
As Lynda pulled more and more on the chains, stretching her, she thought she was going to be torn apart, but she was so exhausted, she simply relaxed and allowed her to pull as much as she wanted, without resisting.
Then she heard Lynda’s voice, telling her she would take care of her, in a creepy tone that made her regret letting herself tie her to the bed without a fight.
Now, it was too late. She couldn’t move at all. Although this should be very uncomfortable, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep to her own surprise. She had no stimuli from the outside: blinded, gagged and Lynda had added ear muffs. She was alone in her little universe.
And she dreamed of a fetish life. Oh, she had those dreams before, they were just not… as real. But was she dreaming? After all, she was tied to a bed, without any means of getting out by herself. The escape route of self bondage was not present. She was at the mercy of someone else.
She dreamed. Or maybe not.
It’s actually the feeling of losing the constant pull on her arms that woke her up, as Lynda slowly removed the chains, freeing her.
She waited.
She waited for Lynda to put her arms back on her side, to remove the ear muffs, to remove the blindfold, to remove the head harness and the gag. To slowly come back to life.
“Hi sweety” said Lynda. “I thought you were dead for an instant here, but when I scratched your tummy, you reacted.
“You… you did?” asked Karen, having no recollection of it ever happening.
“Damn! You were really out of it, weren’t you.”
“Well, I… I guess.” said Karen, still trying to figure out everything.
“You’re weird, you know? So, this, “she said, making a broad gesture over Karen’s body, “is your little secret life?”
“Not anymore that you know about it.” she said. “So, now what?”
“What do you mean? I’m sure you want to get out of this rubber suit.” said Lynda.
“Not necessarily. Didn’t you say that you were to take good care of me?”
“Yes, but, I mean, it felt like the right thing to say. What is there I can do? You seem to have everything under control. I mean, look at all the kinky stuff you have.”
“And that’s the problem, Lynda. I HAVE the control. I decide when I get tied up, I decide how I’m tied up, and I decide when I get free. If YOU take care of me, YOU decide all this. All there is left for me to do is…”
“Suffer?” said Lynda.
“Submit… Mistress.” said Karen, joining her wrists in front of her.
“Euh…. okay.” said Lynda, thinking. “Come… kneel in front of me.”
“Yes, Mistress.” said Karen, slowly moving out of the bed and kneeling facing Lynda.
“Okay… now… what?”
“Well, Mistress. I’m your slave. I’m at your disposal.” said Karen with a sultry voice that even Lynda couldn’t mistake for anything else.
“Err… tease me?” asked Lynda.
Karen slowly raised on her knees and approached Lynda, rubbing her latex covered hands over Lynda’s jeggings, stopping at the crotch for a short moment, playing with her fingers, before moving up, toward her breasts, while slowly pushing her on the bed.
Lynda didn’t know how to react. She never experienced a girl-girl interaction before.
Karen slowly climbed over her, squishing her breasts, then, slowly approaching her mouth to hers.
Lynda closed her eyes. Her breasts massage was getting her horny. She opened her mouth, slightly at first, and she felt Karen’s hot breath on her lips, then her moist tongue as she began to slowly explore the pulpeous lips. She opened her mouth, welcoming Karen as they kissed. She felt some kind of jolt she never felt before.
Karen was using her knee to slowly rub Lynda’s crotch, the rubber creaking. She pushed Lynda firmly against the mattress, squishing her breasts, kissing her passionately, slowly getting her arms up over her head.
Karen was gently stroking her, rubbing her hands from her breasts to her upper arms, now stretched over her head, then back to her breasts with a passionate kiss.
She slowly pulled Lynda’s shirt up, forcing her to stretch her arms. Karen rubbed her arms, pushing them down, then she felt something cold around her wrist.
“What the… Shit!” she said, realizing that Karen was about to wrap a chain around one of her wrists. “What the hell are you doing?”
Karen was quickly back kneeling on the floor, looking at her with a dirty look.
“Sorry, Mistress. Did I go… too far? I should be… punished.” she said almost as a soft, sultry whisper.
“Well, I… I…” said Lynda.
“You know, you really have a knack to kill the mood, you know?” said Karen, laughing.
“Sorrry. “ said Lynda in a condescending tone. “I know nothing about this… mistress – slave business. What should I do?”
“For a start, there’s another set of leather cuffs in that drawer. Put them around my upper arms, then lock my wrists and elbows together. Then, if you want, lock my ankles together too. And to make things interesting, look in the closet, middle shelf, there’s a leather harness with a huge toy. Just take it and wrap it around my chastity belt.”
Lynda went to the closet and grabbed the different items. She added the elbow cuffs then drew Karen’s elbows together, locking them on.
“Wow. I didn’t know you could do that.” said Lynda.
“Me neither,” said Karen. “It’s a little painful but I’ll manage. Now the harness.” she said.
Lynda took the harness, with, hanging from it, a large black silicone dildo. She stopped as she was about to fix it for Karen.
“I… You… It won’t go with the chastity belt on. How do you want me to…”
“Lynda… It goes the OTHER WAY around, with the dildo sticking OUT, perhaps?” said Karen with an amused smile.
“Ah… oh… OOOHHH MY…”
“Now, Get on the bed,” said Karen.
“But, shouldn’t I take my jeans off or something?”
“Just get on the bed.” said Karen, laughing. “Let things flow… naturally. I’m your slave, I’m there to please you, not the other way around.” said Karen.
Lynda laid on the bed and Karen, without bound arms, was able to crawl on Lynda more easily. She slowly let herself down, over Lynda, positioning the huge dildo over her crotch, and gently stroking it, while kissing her friend, then, going down, biting her nipples over her bra.
Quickly, the sexy, hot mood was back in place, and sensually, slowly, Lynda undid her bra, allowing Karen full access to her erect nipples.
She wrapped her arms around her slave, squishing her buns, not feeling her skin, but this strange, silky hot fabric, going upward, sensing Karen’s bound arms, feeling the leather cuffs, the cold steel, while Karen was passionately kissing her, their tongues melting together, while cheeks brushing, again there was the feeling of this latex instead of the skin.
That was disturbing.
That was making her hot.
She managed to get her hands under Karen’s hot body and take her jeggings off, followed by the panties, already wet. She was juicing more than she ever did.
Karen slowed down and directed her hips to move the dildo at the right position. Lynda barely had to guide it as it followed the slick trail of juice up to the large expecting opening.
Lynda threw her head backward, grabbing Karen’s latex covered butt, gasping for air as karen lips were locking hers and her nose was blocked by Karen’s latex hood pressing against it.
Karen was rocking harder and harder, almost responding, like she was feeling Lynda through that huge silicone cock. She gave one hard stroke and Lynda screamed.
That screamed surprised herself. It wasn’t coming from her mouth. No, it was coming from her whole body. Another hard stroke, another scream, but that one was way longer, way deeper. Lynda was exploding from the inside. Her lower body was in fire, and her mind was a mess as she rubbed her latex covered slave with her hands, squishing her buns, feeling her corseted waist, going up and squishing her latex breasts while they were passionately kissing.
Another strong stroke and her brain went blank for a moment, overwhelmed by the rush of hormones shaking her body. As Karen continued to stroke, getting slower and slower, Lynda’s brain was processing what had happened. She had discovered a place in her mind she didn’t know existed.
As her body was taken by soft convulsions, her brain simply quit, and she lost consciousness.
She was so calm, so relaxed, so… in heaven. She softly opened her eyes and startled. “This is not my bedroom. Where the hell…”
Then she remembered Karen, the latex, the dildo. She sat on her elbows. There, on the floor, kneeling with the huge dildo between her legs, was Karen, looking down.
“Karen? Are you okay?”
“No, I am not, Mistress. I have been too hard on you. I made you faint. I was a bad slave. I should be punished.”
Lynda didn’t say a word. Karen, against all slave rules, raised her head and looked at her mistress: she had her mouth opened and wide eyes, slowly shaking her head from side to side.
“Oh, come on, for cry sake. Go to the fucking computer and google it!”
“I’m… sorry. It’s just that…”
“It’s okay. Unlink my arms, I’ll order some pizza.”
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and Karen went on and opened the door to a stunned pizza delivery guy.
“Pizz… err… Karen?”.
“Yes, come on in, I’ll get my purse.” she said.
He entered, his eyes glued to this shiny woman, with leather cuffs up her arms, high heel boots, corset, and even her head covered in rubber.
As she was coming back with the money and a huge smile, he noticed, on the edge of the living room, another woman, sitting behind a computer, looking at kinky sites.
“Here. Keep the change.” she said, offering the bills to the young man, but he didn’t see them. He was kind of hypnotized. “Hey… ho? The Earth is calling the Moon?.. Your money?”
“Who? What moon? Err, that’s…”
“Keep the change,” said Karen, laughing. She almost had to push him out of the apartment. It was as if he had forgotten how to walk.
She closed the door and walked to the kitchen. Lynda was looking at her, smiling.
“That boy will be asking himself what happened here for a long while.” she said, opening her arms. Karen realized that she was still in full latex gear and Lynda was butt naked.
They both collapsed, laughing.
… To Be Continued.
© Pete, December 29, 2017
Part III - Karen – And a Bondage New Year
New Year’s Eve
Karen’s role as a slave wasn’t difficult, and she knew how to do it: follow orders, and execute flawlessly, you get a reward. Do not, and there are consequences.
Lynda’s role was a little more complicated: she had to order Karen around, decide what was acceptable or not, and provide the necessary reward or punishment she saw fit.
But… she got the hang of it pretty quickly and she even surprised herself at… enjoying Karen’s predicament. She was sure to follow the first basic rule of M/s relationship: the slave has no rights to anything, not even a comfortable night of sleep.
That’s why, on this morning, Lynda was sleeping on the bed, while Karen was squirming on the floor, wrapped in plastic wrap.
Oh, she had been taken good care of. To provide warmth and a layer of cushioning from the hard floor, she was first put inside a sleepsack, then wrapped with a few layers of plastic wrap. Lynda clearly remembered the strange face of the cashier when she put 8 rolls of wrap on the belt.
But she uses only four. The rest will be for another time.
The soft moans of Karen actually awakened her, fully rested. She was surprised that she could have slept in a rubber catsuit. Those neck entry suits were really comfortable. Karen was not kidding when she said she could wear those days on end.
She pulled the bedsheets away and sat on the edge of the bed, resting her feet on Karen’s body, slowly rocking it side to side, as to make her aware that she was there. Karen answered with a few more moans. Putting a foot where her crotch would be, she found out that the magic wand batteries had died. Well, Karen had behaved so good the day before, she deserved a reward, so she was wrapped with the magic wand over her dildos, turned on at full power, until the batteries ran out.
She cut the wrap off Karen’s sleepsack, but starting with the feet first. Her head would be last. Teasing is the best way to start a morning, right?
As the pressure decreased around her body, Karen relaxed. It hadn’t been exactly a restful night, the vibrator keeping her awake for most of the time, then she was so horny that sleep didn’t come easily.
In her hot cocoon, she had sweat a lot, and although she felt the gradual unwrapping, she couldn’t move much yet: her legs were strapped and her arms were in her back, also secured. Only the breathing hose of her gasmask was poking through the zipper of the sleepsack, allowing her fresh air.
Finally, the pressure over her head vanished and with a flood of light, she also felt a rush of coldish air entering her hot cocoon, which made her shiver.
Lynda took the black latex covered body out of the sleepsack and removed her leg straps. Her feet, which had been encased in ballet boots since the day before, were already cuffed and linked with a short chain. She was softly rolled on her stomach and her arms unstrapped from her back, her wrists, already equipped with cuffs, quickly linked in front of her.
Lynda helped her sit on the edge of the bed and removed her gasmask from her latex covered head. It included a large penis shape gag that made her drool a lot when removed, the drool flowing on her latex chin, down on her large latex encased breasts. It was quickly replaced with a harness ballgag. She was not to be ungagged, except for eating. She got Karen to get up, still amazed at how steady she was on those extreme boots, while she snapped a long chain between her upper arm cuffs, over her back, limiting her movements, but allowing her enough freedom for the tasks ahead.
“Go make breakfast, and clean that mess!” said Lynda from the cold dry tone she discovered she could take when talking “Mistressly”.
Karen hobbled her way, her huge dildos dancing in her crotch with each step, breathing in short gasps, limited by the extremely tight corset. When she was putting it alone, she was never able to fully close it, but Lynda could. Her waist was now squeezed one inch more than what she was used to.
She was in heaven.
She hobbled her way to the kitchen and began the breakfast by making coffee, her latex covered body squeaking along. She had to reach the far end of the counter to get the Keurig machine and pull it closer to the edge. With her arms tied and limited into their extension, the only way she could achieve it was to lean against the counter. With her ballet heels, the counter was right at.. Her crotch. Leaning against it, she was pushing on her dildos.
Inconspicuously, she screwed herself a few times. Well, if you can have a good time doing your job, why not?
When she turned around, she saw Lynda, standing there, staring. She acted as if nothing had happened and went on with the breakfast. When she turned around the next time, Lynda was gone.
She was hobbling, bringing Lynda’s coffee to the table when she came back, with something in her hand.
“Looks like you’re having some fun there. Apparently, you’re too comfortable.” said Lynda, having Karen spin around while she removed her narrow slave collar to put a dreadfully high leather giraffe collar.
Karen tried to wave it off, tried to make Lynda understand that she could barely manage 15 minutes in it, but Lynda would not listen.
“You didn’t have permission to play with yourself. I don’t care if it’s uncomfortable. On the contrary, I do care. I do care that it makes your life miserable.” she said from a devilish tone Karen never heard before.
She had to keep her head high to be able to breathe. Swallowing was out of the question, so she began to drool. Heavily. Preparing some toasts proved difficult. She marveled at the kitchen light reflecting on her latex covered arms as she worked.
She stood behind Lynda, waiting, in case she wanted something, before she was allowed to make her breakfast. She had to keep it straight, legs together on her narrow toes, arms close to her body, and head well up, which didn’t help with her balance.
She had to squirm from time to time, but it was difficult to do it silently: the rubber was squeaking with every move, especially when she moved her thighs. Well, the dildos were disturbing.
She was tied up to the chair, her wrist chains adjusted so that she could barely reach her mouth which was rendered more difficult by the collar, the giraffe one having been replaced by a bondage one, was linked to the back of the chair. The gag was removed. Well, she had to eat.
“I have to run back home. I’m sure you can behave while I’m gone.” said Lynda, leaving Karen there, bound to the chair, for over an hour.
She tried to squirm, to move her dildos, but the rubber stuck to the hard varnished of the chair, and she was too well restrained. Lynda really got the hang of using chains, straps and rope.
When she came back, she was carrying a large bag, probably containing a dress. Karen was fixed back with a panel gag hiding a large penis insert, and her bounds adjusted.
Her feet were given some relief by replacing the ballet boots by regular high heels ones.
“Okay, Karen. It’s New Year’s Eve. We have to tidy-up this place. The living room is a mess. Have everything cleaned and vacuumed. Phil and Suzy are coming for the party.” said Lynda.
Karen did a double take, wide eyes.
“Hey. It’s the New Year. We need a party. Go on. Get to work.”
Karen went on to work. She found it weird that she actually liked it. She liked the shiny look of her latex clad body, the squeaking of the rubber, the sweat layer making the suit move on her skin, the struggle of been constantly in high heels, legs linked with a short chain, waist constricted by the extreme corset, gagged, hands bound, where every normal things became a challenge. After a while, she had totally forgotten that she was in bondage.
Lynda was sorting the fetish gear in Karen’s bedroom, and suddenly felt that it was quiet. Really too quiet. Where was Karen?
She looked around and found her in the living room, working hard, bound as she was, to replace the flower pots into her shelves/stocks.
“What are you doing?” asked Lynda.
Karen gestured that she was placing the pots back to hide the stocks.
“No, you’re not putting the pots back.”
Karen gestured and mumbled that she wanted to hide it.
“We’re not hiding it. You’re gonna jump the year in it.”
Say What?
Karen gestured to herself and nodded a frantic NO!
“Yes you are. You are my slave now, and you will do what I order you to do. You will serve our guests, and you’re gonna spend the jump to the new year in the stocks, and probably stay there until morning because I’ll be too wasted to take you out.” she said, giggling.
Karen nodded no again.
“Hey. You like your place as a worthless slave, and I like my place as your Mistress. So, you’re going to show your submissive side and I’ll show them my dominant side.”
Karen stood there, nodding a frantic no.
“It is not for you to decide. You will put those large pots over there, where they’ll look pretty, the smaller ones into the bookshelves. Whether you want it or not, Karen, you will spend the last 3 days of the Holidays in full latex and bondage. Period.”
Suddenly, things were different. It wasn’t a game anymore. This was serious. She became wet at the thought.
She moved the pots where Mistress ordered, thinking about what might be Phil and Suzy’s reaction.
The more she thought about it, the more she figured that Lynda was as much a part of it. Yes, she would be all tied up, in rubber, serving them, but Lynda will be… Mistress.
Mistress inspected everything and took note of the things that were not perfect. Karen knew she would have to pay back for her mistakes.
She made a light dinner then Mistress prepped her for the evening, cleaning and shining her black latex catsuit. She was put back in ballet boots. Mistress said that she looked more stunning like that, and she replaced the panel gag with another hood, which included dark lenses and a blow-up gag with a detachable pump. To complete the outfit, Mistress added the chastity belt. Karen would not have fun tonight. And to add a sparkle of contrast, she replaced every cuff with white leather ones. Her arms were elbow tied in her back. She was there to work. But she had a glimpse of her setup in the large mirror of the bedroom: she was stunning!
Karen had an extensive kinky collection, but she didn’t have any service tray that could be fixed to her waist, so Mistress improvised, taking one of the large plates that goes under flower pots and cutting it, punching holes and fixing it to Karen’s chastity belt with tie wraps. A rope was used to link the far end of it to her collar. And the collar Mistress chose for that was a wide, white leather posture collar, meaning that she would not see whatever she was transporting, adding to the challenge. Every lost drop was counted.
“That should do for tonight. You will have to get the proper accessories.” said Mistress.
Karen nodded, but her head barely moved.
Mistress filled the tray with glasses with water to the brim.
“Practice.” she ordered.
Karen moved around, going from the kitchen to the living room and back. The tricky part was she had to walk around the dining table.
Lynda had gone to the bedroom to change. She got out wearing a very expensive looking short black leather dress, molding her curves, her thin waist enhanced by a gold belt. With gold jewelry and black pumps, she looked like a million bucks.
In one of her passages, Karen went too close to a chair and the tray hit. She heard glass clink hard, and she felt something cold run down her belly and her legs. She couldn’t see the extent of the disaster, unable to bend or look down, so she stood there, hoping Mistress would see her.
“What the fu… Damn, Karen. They’ll be here any minute now.”. Said a pissed off Mistress, removing the glasses from her tray.
“I don’t have time to make you clean it, so I’ll do it, but you’ll get punished for that. Twice!” she said as she picked up the mop.
She was putting it back when the doorbell rang. Karen didn’t know what to do, where to go. Mistress gestured to her to go to the kitchen.
She opened the door.
“Hello Suzy, hello Phil,” she said, taking their jacket and putting them on a kitchen chair. “Please, go to the living room, I’ll be right back.” she said, leaving them to go to the kitchen.
She came back a few moments later.
“Where is Karen?” asked Suzy.
“She’s bringing the drinks. Care for some champagne? Karen, the champagne!.” said Lynda, while Phil and Suzy had a puzzled look.
Then they saw that curvy, shiny… thing, approaching, hobbling on a short chain, on pointed boots, arms tied in her back, carrying a tray, attached to her, with 3 champagne glasses on it.
“What the hell… Is that Karen?” asked Phil. “What is… why is she… She lost a bet or what?”
“To make the story short,” said Lynda. “I paid her a surprise visit on Christmas Eve. She didn’t answer the door, so I took her spare key. I found her tied up in that frame over there.” she said, showing the stocks. “Turned out that she loved being a submissive, and bondage and that she had, in fact, self-bound herself in that thing. She needed a Mistress. Here I am.” she said, taking the champagne glass and giving them to her guests.
“Well, come to think of it, I’m not really surprised,” said Suzy.
“How come?” asked Phil.
“Well, she’s always in very, and I mean, VERY tight jeans, high heels, tight shirts, everything that looks awfully tight and uncomfortable. She seems to love it, so seeing her in latex, all tied up, is just a stretch, really.”
Suzy looked at him, puzzled.
“That… doesn’t bug you more than that? I mean, this sudden kinky side, how she’s dressed and stuff?”
“That? Not really. I mean, it’s not as if it’s never been seen. It’s all over the internet. Katy Perry, Mel B made shows in latex. Even the Simpsons had a kinky episode. Why do you ask? Does it bother you?”
“It… it bothers me, alright.” she said, looking at Phil right in the eyes, getting closer to him, putting a hand on his groin and biting his ear.
“I… think Christmas shopping is not done…”
Karen’s mind was a mess. She was ashamed to be seen like that, yet she liked it. She was surprised at Suzy’s thoughts, but then again, she was right. She was glad her eyelenses were darkened, because the look on them was stunned.
And it went on like a breeze, Karen was fully accepting her place as the latex clad slave, carrying the drinks and the crackers. At almost every pass, Suzy would look at her with envious eyes, touching her latex encased thighs, asking questions about the corset, the chastity belt, and the strange looking hood.
“What’s that thing out of her mouth? Looks like a tire valve.” asked Suzy.
“It’s to inflate the blow-up gag inside her mouth.”
“Oh, really. Can I try?”
“Sure, just watch her reaction. It’s not overly inflated right now.” said Lynda, handing her the pump.
Suzy put the pump on the valve and slowly squeezed it. Karen, who had found the gag comfortable to date, was now having second thoughts as she felt it getting way bigger than what she was used to. Lynda had gone easy. Suzy was pumping it more and more.
“Oh, look, her cheeks are bulging.” she said, laughing, giving more squeezes.
Karen was at her maximum. She pulled back, pulling the pump out of Suzy’s hand.
“Hey, I’m not finished.” she said, giving another small squeeze, but seemed enormous from Karen’s point of view. “There. All done. That should do it.” she said, removing the pump and feeling the pressure on Karen’s cheeks. “Wow… I can’t wait to…” she said, trailing off.
“Noted. A blow-up gag.” said Phil.
Karen’s mind was rushing with emotions. Already, her setup was extreme, but now, with that gag fully blown, it was over the top. Damn, she wishes she could play with her dildos right now.
Kneel!
All were sitting, watching the end of the year show on television.
“Karen, we’re all sitting. You have to kneel to offer us the crackers.”
“Kneel?” thought Karen. “I’m wearing ballet boots, a hobble chain and my arms are tied in my back, I can’t look down. I can’t kneel.” her mind said.
“She’s right, Karen. You have to kneel for us.” said Suzy and Phil, obviously enjoying humiliating her. “Unless you want another pump squeeze?”
“I SAID KNEEL” said Lynda, dry and commanding.
Karen went slowly, pushing backward her left foot as much as the chain allowed while slowly bending her right knee, keeping her back straight, her head not seeing what was happening, then it happened. She fell forward, falling hard, crushing the tray with her breasts, breaking it at the same time, and spreading the food all over the place.
Phil and Suzy laughed. Karen was trying to get back on her knees, but wasn’t succeeding. She felt helpless, humiliated, and degraded. Damn, she was hot. All this struggling was working with her dildos. If only they were vibrating, she would have an orgasm right there. She was huffing and moaning, almost asking.
But that was not Lynda’s plan. She took her arms out of her back and cuffed her wrists back in front.
“Clean that mess, do another batch and come back.” she ordered.
Karen hobbled to the kitchen, cleaned her suit that was smeared with pâté, cheese and other food, and came back with towels to clean the mess. She wiped clean the floor and hobbled back to the kitchen to make some more, bound, gagged, almost blind, and barely able to bend her neck to see what she was doing.
She brings back food and drinks on another tray, her latex suit creaking with every move, sending her chills and thrills. She was able to kneel to offer the tray to the guests in a crescendo of leather and latex creaks. Damn, she was hot.
“Okay, Karen, time to set you up for the night.” said Lynda, unlinking everything, but, to her dismay, keeping her in the ballet boots. She opened the stock frames and put her in, before closing each one, usine a padlock on every one of them. When came the neck one, the posture collar prevented it from closing.
“I’m gonna have to remove the collar. I’ll be right back with the key.”
“Why? Can’t you just squeeze it in?” asked Phil, getting up and pushing the board in with all its strength..
Karen’s neck was now totally rigid, unable to move as forcing the board in, pinned the collar in place around her neck.
“That’s just perfect. We’ll keep an eye on her for a while, just in case.”
Karen had no problem breathing, she just couldn’t move her neck, and the stocks were taking care of the rest of her body, pinning it in place.
Lynda completed the setup by adding a blindfold.
Little Karen knew that it was barely 10:30. The night would be long.
Happy New Year
To add to the humiliation, Phil had the idea of covering Karen’s ears with headphones, playing Christmas songs.
She had actually dozed off, hypnotized by the songs, when she heard them begin the countdown.
“10,.. 9… i…”
Karen figured that her ordeal would be ending soon. They would wish each other a good year and she would get free.
At the count of zero, she had not expected Lynda to turn her vibrator on. She twitched as the vibrators came alive inside her confined body. She squirmed, but nothing moved. She was immobile in her bondage frame, getting vibrated at full power.
“You can celebrate too, you know. It’s more than a new year, it’s a new life.” she heard Lynda say to her ear, temporarily removing the earphones.
As she expected, Phil and Suzy stayed for a short while before heading back home. Karen was expecting to be released. After all, she had to clean the mess of the party.
“Good night honey. Welcome to your new life.” said Lynda, leaving her there, listening to Christmas music.
What’s next
Two days after New Year. It was time to go back to work. Lynda was packing her stuff, leaving to go back to her apartment, and Karen was fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.
“What a week.” said Karen. “It will take me a while to wind back down from it. That was intense. And I still hear those damn Christmas carols.”
“Wind down? From what?”
“The slave / Mistress thing.”
“Who said it was over?”
“But…”
“It’s not over, Karen. You go get me your chastity belt.”
“Ah ha, yeah, right.”
“Karen. I order you: get your chastity belt.”
“It… it doesn’t fit without the corset.”
“Then get the corset with it. Come on, I have to go. Hurry up.”
Shaking, Karen walked back with the corset and the belt. She felt she didn’t have a choice, that she couldn’t resist Lynda’s orders. She was her submissive. Lynda tied the corset at its fullest before putting on the chastity belt.
“You need to be kept under control. Oh, that’s right, I was forgetting.” she said, picking up a large garbage bag and asking Karen to hold it open.
She went to the different closets, taking all the flat sole boots and shoes: sneakers, sandals, winter boots, hiking boots, and she put them all into the bag.”
“These will go to the Salvation Army.”
“What? What about…”
“You are no longer allowed to rest your feet flat on the ground. Heels all the time, and I want you to wear your ballet boots in bed.”
“Ah, come on. And I can’t go to work like that.” she said, opening her arms, showing the corset and belt.
“And why not? You will come in chastity. Just find something to hide it and if someone discovers it, then live with it. You’re my slave now. And from now on, you will call me Miss Lynda. Mistress would bring too much questioning. Understood?”
“Err… Yes, but…”
“Yes, what? Asked Lynda, with a dry tone.
“Yes Mistress.” said Karen, lowering her head.
“Good.” she said looking around. “I think we would be better at my place. It’s a little more spacious.”
“Yes, but…”
Lynda looked at her with darts in her eyes.
“I mean, yes, Mistress, but may I ask where I would sleep? You have only one bedroom. My bed will not fit in.”
“You don’t need a bed. A cage, a bondage table, maybe I can do some kind of cage under my platform bed.”
“I…”
“You don’t need a bed, Karen. You don’t DESERVE a bed. See you tomorrow at work.” she said, leaving, “and begin packing your stuff. You’re moving to my place by the end of the week.”
Reality sunk to Karen. She had lost her right to freedom of choice, freedom of doing, freedom of thoughts.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Damn, she was hot.
Damn, right now, she hated the chastity belt.
The End.
© Pete, December 31, 2017