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|Saturday, April 14th, 2001|
It had been a game at first. Jill would bind her wrists with a scarfe, or a pair of nylons. And then, helpless, Betty allowed the older girl to kiss her and pet her. Betty knew she wasn't a lesbian, but she did enjoy the feeling of being helpless. So, when Jill unbuttoned her blouse, when Jill cupped and fondled her small girlish breasts it wasn't her fault! She couldn't stop Jill when she slid her hand under her skirt. Clamping her thighs tightly shut Betty would moan and whimper. But, helpless and bound she could only watched as the other girl sexually used her.
It all started to go wrong when Betty tried to leave Jill.
The older girl was stunned. 'I thought we were lovers!' She cried.
'I'm not gay,' answered Betty, 'It was just a bit of fun!'
Jill went white with anger. 'You'll be sorry!' She hissed. The door slammed and she left Betty alone to pack. She planned to leave the next morning. But when she awoke. Her hands and wrists were chained.
Fear clutched at her belly. She tugged weakly at the cold steel chains that bound her.
Then Jill walked in. 'I told you you'd be sorry.'
Betty burst into tears. 'Jill please. Let me go. Please!'
The older girl shook her head. 'No. I have other plans. Last night I told my friend about you. She said she could tame you. Train you to be more, more accommodating!' 'What do you mean?' Betty wanted to know, fear mounting inside her. Jill was enjoying her fear. Sitting next to Betty on the bed she cupped Betty's small but luscious breast in her palm saying softly, 'Olga offered me good money for you. And when she'd finished with you she says you'll be glad to have me back. And I believe her!'
Before Betty could respond they heard footsteps at the door. Betty cringed when the older woman stalked into her bedroom. Olga was a big woman with large breasts and massive hips. She licked her thick cruel lips and spoke directly to Jill. 'I've paid for her, she's mine. So take your hands off her!';
Jill smiled and took her hand from Betty's breast. 'She's all yours Olga dear. But remember, once she's been trained, I want her back.' Betty swallowed painfully, 'What, what do you mean. Let me go. Oh please, let me go!'
The two women ignored her. Dragging her to her feet they frog-marched her to the waiting car. With only a thin coat thrown over her shoulders to hide her shame Betty felt cold, and frightened. Alone in the back of the huge black vehicle she swayed helplessly from side to side as the older woman drove deep into the countryside.
The house was large and forbidding. Betty shuddered as two heavy-set women wearing nurses uniforms dragged her from the car.
'Take her to the cellars,' Olga commanded, 'introduce her to the slaves!'
Feeling faint, helpless and terrified Betty allowed the two females to walk her down stone steps. A steel door was opened. A beautiful young woman wearing only a skimpy pair of panties and a tiny satin bra was chained to the wall. Betty felt two pairs of hands roam over her body. She was still wearing her thin nightdress and she felt horribly vulnerable. 'Please.' She begged, 'Please don't hurt me. Please!'
The older of the two females removed the chains that bound her wrists. Betty rubbed them trying to get the circulation going.
'Get undressed!' The voice a whip!
Shivering with fear and shame Betty drew the filmy skirts of her nightdress above her wide hips and heavy breasts. Suddenly, shockingly she was naked. All eyes were on her magnificent figure. One of the nurses whistled softly, 'Well, we have a real beauty here. You will be popular.'
The second nurse bent low and Betty felt her ankle restrains being removed. It felt good to be able to move freely. The two uniformed females silently helped her dress. A pair of nylon knickers, and a tight silk dress that buttoned at the front. High-heeled boots with a thick breasted heel completed her dress.
'Put your hands behind your back.' The older nurse told her.
Betty drew back, she hated the thought of being helpless and bound.
'Please, it isn't necessary. Please don't.'
The second woman laughed, 'You little fool. In this house you will always be bound.'
The lovely young woman chained to the wall spoke for the first time. 'Do as they say. You cannot escape, so you must obey.'
Reluctantly and fearfully Betty placed her hands behind her back. Rough rope was swiftly and expertly wrapped around her already bruised wrists. A second rope bound her elbows tightly together. Once more she was totally helpless. Vulnerable and scared. The sound of heels on the stone steps outside turned the two nurses into scared-looking women.
Betty began to whimper. Her thighs quivered and her knees turned to rubber. Olga stepped into the room. Standing directly in front of Betty she looked every inch the Madam of the House. Regal in her skyscraper heels, her fully-fashioned hose and her tight leather skirt.
'You are here to learn. You are here to obey.' Her hand reached out and she absently caressed Betty's hip. 'You have only one function. To please me.'
'Please let me go. I'll do anything you ask. But please, I beg you. Oh let me go!' She sobbed.
Olga frowned, 'Gag her!'
The older nurse produced a length of thin white latex. Betty cried, tears of helpless rage and fear rolled down her face. Shaking her head she whimpered, 'No, don't. I'll stay quiet. Please, oh please!'
The smell of latex filled her nostrils as the elasticated material was wrapped about the lower part of her face. It was forced tight over her lips. Her muffled squeals of fear sounded like soft echoes in the dank cellar. Olga leaned close, 'That's better, when I'm speaking I like to be heard. Now listen carefully. I can do anything I want to you. I own you. You are perfectly helpless. The sooner you understand this, the sooner you are broken the happier you will be. Resistance is totally futile.'
Betty's eyes bulged as the woman began to unbutton her dress. Pulling wildly on the ropes that bit deep into her wrists and elbows Betty tried to get free. The veins in her face became swollen with effort. To no avail. She was utterly helpless!
A hand slid inside her dress. Her breast quivered excitedly as the woman's hot palm cupped her cool naked flesh. Betty blushed as her nipple responded to the clever and skilful manipulation of her flesh. Olga caressed her buttocks and stroked her belly. Now her dress was open and her bare breasts exposed. And then she kissed her! A soft wet lingering kiss on both of Betty's breasts.
'Open your legs.' The woman hissed into her ear. 'Do it!'
Betty squirmed with shame as she saw the other prisoner gaping excitedly at the way she was being used. Clamping her thighs tight she tried to pull free. Olga grinned. 'When are you going to learn? I can do anything, and you will obey. Now, open your legs or I'll whip you.'
Betty met her eye and knew she was telling the truth. With a sob of shame she meekly parted her hot thighs as far as her skirt would allow. Olga slid her hot palm up the inside of Betty's marble-smooth thigh. And touched her! Betty moaned through the latex gag. Olga slobbered over her naked breasts and stroked her through soaking panties. Waves of forbidden lust swept over Betty. Suddenly she wanted more. Her hips thrust obscenely against the probing fingers at her groin. And when Olga drew her knickers down she eagerly opened her thighs in sluttish abandon! Current Mood: horny
|Tuesday, April 10th, 2001|
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|Monday, April 9th, 2001|
A Chinese Puzzle
We both enjoy adding a great deal of interesting costume to our play. I love the sight of her in extreme heels and tightly-laced old fashioned corsets, as well as bound and helpless. She loves these things, as well as anything else that presses, squeezes, or otherwise moulds her, and adds to her tactile overload or general level of frustration. Thus, we've accumulated a great storehouse of toys over the years, from a variety of shoes with heels in varying heights, to several custom made corsets (there are very few manufacturers left, and the prices can be outrageous) with waists from 19" to 22" (including one that is knee-length), rubber stockings, skirts, and so on, and a very large drawerful of cuffs, collars and padlocks. All these things see a good amount of use!
One of our favourite activities is what I call the "Chinese puzzle" bondage. It takes a bit of planning, but the end results are most rewarding for both of us. I strive to never do quite the same thing twice, so I'll just describe the most recent version.
We begin the play with her naked, standing in the bedroom. I first apply her scold's bridle, which has a nice large ball gag. It buckles in the back, and I fasten it in place with the first padlock. The key to this padlock I tape into the palm of her right hand. I then put one of her calf gloves on (these extend almost up to the shoulder, and fasten at the wrist very tightly with four buttons) which nicely secures the key into her hand. I then put one of our 3" locking wrist cuffs on over the glove, which nicely covers the buttons, making it impossible to remove without first getting the cuff off. The key to this cuff I tape into the palm of her left hand, followed by the other glove and cuff. At this point she is gagged and gloved, and beginning to show some signs of anticipation.
One wonderful thing about the gloves (that will come into play most frustratingly later) is that they make it very difficult indeed to handle the keys to these padlocks (none of the keys is over 1 inch long, and some are only half that). The key to her left cuff I tape to the inside of her leather collar, which is about 4" wide at the front and tapers down to 2 1/2" at the rear. I fasten this on her neck, which makes her hold her head up very straight. I fasten this in place with another padlock. The collar key I tape to the bottom of her right foot, right under the heel. I then put one of her rubber stockings on, smoothing it up her leg as I go. On her foot, I place one of the prizes of our collection, a 6" heel pump with a 2" wide locking ankle strap. This I lock on, and tape the key to the bottom of her left foot, followed by the stocking and the other matching shoe.
This is the part that really starts to get her attention. The 6" heels are very high for her (she has size 7 1/2 feet), but she has to stand even further up on her toes to keep the keys from pressing into her heels. She says that she loves the sensation, and also the tightness and warm coolness of the stockings. Needless to say, with the shoes locked on, she can't get to the keys under her heels. The key to her left shoe I tape to the inside of the busk on her corset, and fasten it around her and begin lacing. True tight-lacers know that you can't just squeeze in a corset all at once, but rather you must do it in easy stages. Thus, this phase takes about half an hour, as we reduce her waist from its normal 25" to 20" or so over the corset. I fasten the stocking tops to the garters on the corset, which isn't strictly necessary since they are so tight that they'll stay up by themselves- but she loves the added pressure. The corset itself is very heavily boned, and makes her lean forward about 20 degrees at the waist with a most beautiful S-curve in her back- this, in addition to the forward lean that the heels induce, makes her balance
somewhat precarious, and walking becomes somewhat difficult. She finds this to be quite a turn-on, combined with all the pressures.
So there she stands, not yet helpless, but certainly bound. I'll usually take a break here and play with her a bit, until she starts egging me on the next step. We have a chastity belt that has self-contained vibrators in two sizes fastened to its inner surface. I have modified it so that it fits her tiny corseted waist, and I then apply it to her, locking the waistband and crotch strap in place (which very conveniently covers the knot in the laces, rendering it impossible for her to get the corset off). I have to work fast, since this is quite an intense stimulation for her. The vibrators in her front and rear begin to do their dirty work, so while she is distracted, I tape the key to her chastity belt to the inside of the waistband of her rubber hobble skirt, which is about 1/8" thick and fits her tighter than a second skin from just below that breasts to the knees. It has to be rolled on from the knees up, and does a much more effective job of hobbling her than tying her knees, because it exerts so much pressure so evenly over so much of her legs, hips, and torso.
At this point, she is usually hanging right on the edge of orgasm from sheer sensory overload. Under the right circumstances, she can come simply from the pressure of the corset, but having to balance in the heels with her knees hobbled and the vibrators working usually puts her right up to the edge. If I make her walk any distance at all, she might just overload and come too soon.
So it's time to keep her very still and finish the job. I then lock her wrist cuffs together behind her with a padlock. This key is threaded onto the hasp of another padlock, which is then used to lock an 8 inch or so loop of chain between her ankles. With this chain, she is limited to taking steps about four inches long (not that she could take longer ones with the heels and hobble skirt). The key to the ankle chain is attached to the middle of a chain about 15 inches long with a nipple clamp at each end, which I then attach to her nipples.
The lean induced by her corset and heels causes the key to hang well in front of her.
And to finish, I attach her wrist cuffs to her collar by looping a two foot chain and locking it with the last padlock. This pulls her wrists up to just below her shoulder blades not high enough to cause much tension on the collar, but enough to keep her from reaching any of the keys, or stretching around to the nipple clips in front. Also, in this position her fingers lose some of their dexterity, and the gloves certainly don't help much either.
The last key is truly the key to the puzzle- without it, she has absolutely no way to get out of all these marvellous decorations, despite having all the other keys on her person. She also doesn't have enough flexibility to give herself the last bit of stimulus to go over the edge while standing there.
What she has to do to get the relief that she craves is to try to find that last key, and then coax her bound fingers into manipulating the locks in sequence. She has to take the tiny steps that are all she can manage over to wherever it is, unlock the lock holding her wrists up high, then get the nipple clamps off somehow so that she can get her ankles unlocked to get the key that holds her wrists behind her and so on. Usually, the stimulation catches up with her somewhere along the way- and she goes from having an isolated orgasm to having a continuous string of them, generally requiring quite a bit of support from me to keep from falling. Needless to say, I'm never far away during these times- since the visual impact of her done up this way is one of my greatest pleasures, not to mention getting to take whatever advantage of the situation I can.
This last key is what she needs, and this is the funny part of the story: as I have been typing this, she has been attempting to sit next to me here at the machine, done up exactly as I describe here. She has been hanging right on the edge for some time, but she has to wait for me to type the location of the final key! The butt plug and extremely tight hobble skirt keep her from being able to sit flat on the office chair, but she has to try and take the weight off her heels so that the keys stop pressing in, and the corset keeps her leaning forward so that the weight of the chain dangling from her nipple clips is borne entirely by her poor nipples. She has been very good. The key is under your pillow.
I'm going to close this now- she's probably going to need some help as she hobbles back down the hall to the bedroom, my lovely vision in black everything, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.
The response to the "Costume" article has been most gratifying. We had fun reading through them, and have finally made some time to reply to some of the questions that were asked, and to describe how this particular scene came out.
She made it about halfway down the hall before she overloaded enough that she couldn't keep going. When she does finally get into continuous orgasm, she can't make her legs hold her up anymore with the heels and the hobble skirt- so I picked her up and carried her back to bed. She tried for about 5 minutes to deal with the key to the first lock, but couldn't (or wouldn't) cope with it, so she just rolled onto her back with her whole body in spasms.
One poster asked about making the chastity belt the very last layer to come off. We've tried that, but I usually don't do that anymore- and here's why: Here I was, faced with a very bound, very helpless, and very hot lover. If you were me, what would you do? In this case, all I had to do was to peel off her skirt and unlock the chastity belt (leaving the butt plug in place, of course)- and she was wonderfully, willingly, and helplessly mine for the duration, without my having to undo any of the other decorations that we both love so much. In this way, we could enjoy one another, without my having to completely free her. And she could either free herself later, or ask me in her own way to free her after we were both sated.
She usually doesn't manage to get herself free of this predicament until after we exhaust ourselves, especially in cases where we let a reasonable amount of build-up time go by (which was certainly the case as she sat squirming while I typed). If we don't allow much build-up, she will almost always get to the point of undoing her corset, although often the amount of effort required to get herself out of the skirt can sometimes push her over. She usually stops here, though, because she enjoys the pressure of the corset too much to take it off at that point. A couple of times she has gone ahead and escaped completely, just so that she could prove to herself that she could- and it took about and hour and a half. The really hard part is the first key, and (as one poster pointed out) the key to her ankle chain, which is usually on the nipple clamp chain. She's a dancer, and is very flexible, but it is still a difficult thing for her to stretch her arms around to the front (with her wrists locked together) and gently remove the clamps. The gloves help make this harder, as well.
Of course, there are an incredible number of variations on this basic theme that can be used. One that we enjoy occasionally involves me peeling off her skirt and the chastity belt, and then looping a rope around her tiny waist two or three turns. I then bend her legs at the knee, and tie the loose ends of the rope to her ankle chain, pulling out all the slack possible. This pulls her ankles right up to her rear very tightly, sort of a hogtie that doesn't put stress on her wrists (which are still fastened up to her collar). The neat part of this is that the loops of rope around her waist act as a crude pulley, so by pulling with her legs she can increase the pressure on her waist even more!
The real reward for me, and frustration for her, comes when I roll her up on top of me, face to face. The slack between her ankles allows her to spread her legs just far enough for me to enter her from below- but the stiff corset and added tension from the rope will barely let her move her hips, and if I hold her up under the shoulders then all her weight forces her down onto me. This is incredibly intense for both of us, as she struggles to move enough to release
herself, and in so doing grinds me deeply into her.
Someone asked about our corsets, especially the knee-length one. That one is truly amazing, but it really doesn't see much use anymore, except when she specifically asks for it. It is black satin, very heavily boned the entire length (especially through the waist and hips), and measures 21" at the waist when fully closed. The front busk is 15" long, and it extends exactly down to her pubic bone. When it is laced fully closed, it makes it almost entirely impossible for her to bend either her waist or hips, and compresses her entire torso pretty intensely. When she's in it, she can only barely keep her balance, and she can't reach her feet no matter how hard she tries, so we always add her 6 inch heels to the costume. She can't walk at all when done up this way. I usually put in one or both of her vibrators before lacing her in, but getting her into and out of this beast is such a production that she's usually exhausted before I get much of a chance. About all she can do is lean up against something- so this is usually a good outfit to play with some gentle suspension games with.
The knee-length one was custom made for us a few years ago by a company in the UK which has now closed down. Currently, it is possible to order custom work from three companies that I know of: La Guepiere, which is in the UK and consists of one tiny fragile lady in her 70s who retired a number of years ago from that same late company, True Grace, also in the UK, and one here in the States, BR Creations in Mountain View, Ca. The UK companies are slow and expensive, but do magnificent work. BR Creations is quicker and less expensive, and we've got several examples from them. From BR Creations, you can expect to pay around $150 for a reasonable short corset in satin, significantly more in leather. There are also some of the US mail-order companies that offer stock corsets (Renee Fashion Company, Monique of Hollywood), made I think by Vollers in the UK, but with those you run the risk of a poor fit. They will only cost you around $100.
Tightlacing is an art in itself, though- don't rush into it with a lover, expecting to be able to pull them in 6 inches the first time. Possession of a tiny waist must be worked up to, and having a perfectly fitted garment is of paramount importance. If anybody is interested in body modification of this type, I could go off on that tangent another time. Another poster asks whether we bought or made most of our toys. We bought almost all the clothing, and made almost all the leather cuffs and other bits. The rubber stockings and hobble skirt are straight from the Sealwear catalogue a few years back, and I'm sure that someone in the US still imports this line- I've seen some good examples in the Dream Dresser catalogue. Lately, we buy most of our latex from a little shop here locally, though. Our gloves we bought from a custom maker in California, Hammer of Hollywood. They fit, which is much more than can be said of the cheap merchandise sold mailorder nowadays. I could post some of the construction details for the cuffs and other things if there is enough interest (and, of course, time permitting).
Finally, we'll leave you with a story from last Saturday night. She expressed a desire to go out for dinner, contrary to plans we had made to stay in and play. This usually indicates that she wants to try something different, so we reached something of a compromise- we would play while going out! This is usually quite a treat for us both, because she enjoys the frustration of her building excitement and inability to help herself, and my response follows hers quite closely. So we dressed her similarly to the way I described before, but without the gag or collar, and with the corset and chastity belt on the bottom, as the other poster had suggested.
We laced her into the 20" black calf corset, and then put her into her rubber corselet. This has moulded-in cups and functions quite nicely as a bra, and extends down just to the bottom of her corset with suspender grips for her stockings. I then locked on her chastity belt, with only the butt plug vibrator humming merrily away. The key went under one glove, which was locked on, followed by the other glove, followed by the stockings and locking shoes. The last key went onto the mantelpiece. I then left her to choose street clothes that could be worn over all these, concealing them well enough for us to go out in public!
She came out in one of the pantsuits that she wears to work-quite formal in appearance, but even more so with it belted in to fit her tiny waist and very erect carriage. She usually wears at least 4 inch heels to work, so the pants were long enough to cover most of the 6 inchers when pulled down to her corseted waistline- but not long enough to prevent a peek of the rubber stocking on her insteps as she walked. And the jacket nicely covered the cuffs and padlocks on her wrists, the small bulge of the chastity belt padlock in the small of her back, and the rather thin blouse that she wore to cover the corselet. Thus, to the casual observer, she appeared to be quite normally dressed, except for her gloved hands, tiny waist, and just the hint of a higher than usual heel and blacker-than-black stocking.
We went out to one of our favourite restaurants near here, chosen to minimise the transit time (since the vibrator was still hard at work). She actually did quite well with all the walking, hanging there on my arm balanced so precariously. We sat at one of the tables out in the middle of the room, with her leaning just slightly forward because of the corset, and wobbling a bit side-to-side because of the plug. Then we started to notice the sidelong glances that she was getting from some of the tables- a number of people were paying a bit of interest to her outfit, especially her feet. Tight-laced as she was, she couldn't discreetly twist around to see what the problem was, but I could- when she sat down, her pants legs had ridden up her legs, revealing the full glory of 6 inch heel, padlocked ankle strap, and rubber stocking to the room!
When I told her, she was at once mortified with embarrassment, and overcome by the message being sent up by the vibrator- but, being in public, she had to try and exert some control over her response. After all, the key was at home on the mantelpiece! I then got to enjoy the beautiful sight of her, flushed, breathing as deeply as possible within her corset, trying her utmost to stop the stream of orgasms. Needless to say, we paid the check and left after the appetiser, and I had to carry her to the car once we got out of the main room. A most pleasant, though very short, dinner. Current Mood: curious
fter the cosmetic surgery robot had gone crazy and killed Doc, Holly had run for her life. The sandmen were after her now! And it wasn't even her time, her crystal had months till it began flashing. She looked down at the hard chip of silicon embedding in her palm, and squeezed her hand into a fist in frustration and fear.
The explosions and screaming people back at the Cosmetic Bazaar had given her a chance to slip away unnoticed as the rogue Sandman Logan had blasted his way out of the office, killing Doc in the process. A tear wet the corner of Holly's eye as she thought about Doc, cut to ribbons by the suddenly maniacal surgery robot on the session table that they had both used to create such beautiful people with.
Well, that was over now! Damn that sandman! And now she had to think of some way to avoid the sandmen chasing her now. She shuddered thinking of the one with the crazy gleam to his eyes; Francis she had heard the other sandmen call him. She had changed from her ripped and torn twinkling grey mini dress into a unitard of tight shiny blue thinskin covered by a wispy green drape of sparklebright cloth. Hoping to blend in with the St. Minos day's revelers, she was now in the middle of a pack of intoxicated and wildly dancing people dressed in even brighter clothes than she was.Trying to smile and laugh with the people around her, she waited till the group was opposite a Grid booth, and with a quick sideways glance dashed inside. She had heard rumors that there was another entry into the Runner's escape route, and it was to be found on the Grid. She had plied the grid often enough in her life, plying the femfem, manfem, and group grope channels to many encounters which left her sweaty and satisfied. But the Runner's path wasn't on any of those channels. The nervously whispered hint she had been given was that runner's could escape the city and reach Sanctuary by a contact found on the Twist channel.
She had never had the courage to try the Twist channel before. Her one friend Tari had tried once, and returned with a dazed look in her eyes, and rope marks on her wrists. Tari only responded vaguely to Holly's questions on the episode, saying something about "the Master wouldn't want me to talk about him, he would be very angry, Holly..."
The Twist channel of the Grid was reserved for those into bondage and discipline games, and interests outside of the norm for the city in general. Casual and frequent sex was applauded and encouraged by the city, and the other channels were full of people jumping from one encounter to another, fucking and sucking their way through the cities inhabitants in an endless parade of flesh. Holly was more than satisfied with the norm channels, but now she had to try Twist. It was her only chance. Shutting the door of the Grid booth behind her, she straightened her drape and stared into the dark glass front of the booth. The dim lights of the booth had clicked on when she closed the door, and made a halo of her beautiful long blond hair. She patted it into to shape, and leaned forward to tap the Grid screen.
"Welcome to the Grid! What channel would you like to try today?" An over enthusiastic man's voice announced.The screen glowed to life in front of her with the icons representing the femfem, manfem, group grope and other norm channels. At the bottom was an icon she had never pressed, the Twist channel. It showed at picture of a man and woman, naked, and contorted about a center pole between them in a helix shape. The expressions on their faces were slowly flipping back and forth between ecstatic and fearful. Holly took a deep breath and pressed the Twist channel icon."You have chosen the Twist channel, home to the unusual and bizarre. Please select your sub category." The voice requested.
Holly had never seen the choices before. But the whispered hint had been specific Looking for the icons that had been described to her, she quickly pressed the one with a writhing black rubber column, and the icon picturing a wide chrome collar with keyhole and key.
"You have chosen the rubber submission sub categories! Congratulations! Please confirm your choices now." The voice cheerfully recommended.
Holly's hand paused midway to pressing the green accept icon as her resolve weakened. Maybe the sandmen only wanted to talk to her.
They couldn't believe that she was a runner, could they? Holly stared at the flashing green accept icon, and glanced at the crystal embedded in her palm. She gasped. It was flashing! No! It wasn't her time for the Renewal Ceremony! She forced back tears as she realized there was no going back now and slapped the accept icon in front of her. "You have confirmed your choice! Twist...Rubber...Sub, welcome to the Twist channel, please stand still while the channel program prepares you for entry." The man's voice ended as a soft chime sounded in the booth and the lights around her flashed between amber and blue.
Holly held her breath and wondered what the booth would have her wearing before the transport to the Grid proper. A hum started and the vibrations entered her body as the Grid Booth warmed to its task. Holly closed her eyes as she felt her unitard and drape dissolve from her body, leaving her naked in the climate controlled confines of the booth.
"Twist...Rubber preparation will now begin." A sultry female voice announced from in front of her. She stiffened as the booth's fields stroked and manipulated the space around her. She felt some kind of material building up around her body, covering her feet, legs, belly, torso and head. She had never had the Grid Booth put anything on her face before, and was startled as she felt the material coalescing around her cheeks, ears, and nose.
"Stage one preparation complete." The female voice had a bitchy quality to it now, like it was almost sneering at her. Holly opened her eyes and stared at the suddenly mirrored panel in front of her. She was covered completely in tight shining black rubber! Only her eyes and mouth peeked from the tight wrapping, with her hair pulled into a ponytail and cascading down her back. She moved her legs apart and noticed that the material had slits above her pussy. She stroked her rubber covered hands down her body and slipped a finger through the slit, sucking in her breath at the delicious feeling of her latex covered finger sliding between her pussy lips.
"Twist...Rubber...Submission preparation will now begin." The female voice of the booth sounded like it was mocking her. She pulled her hand from her pussy guiltily and stood straight again, waiting for the next stage to begin.
The booth fields hummed into to life around her and she was prodded and pushed by them until she was bent over, arms behind her back, legs spread wide, and her head pulled back by her beautiful blonde ponytail. Holly grunted with discomfort and unease at the feeling of the slick black rubber sliding over her naked and sweating body as the booth's fields ramped up to another level and continued with the preparation. A chrome metal spreader bar appeared between her ankles, attached to the forming ankle cuffs of the same metal. A matching spreader bar forced her knees apart, spreading the slit of the rubber wide at her crotch, baring her moist and engorged pussy lips. She gasped as her arms were pulled even tighter behind her into some kind of rubber single sleeve that was strapped around her shoulders.
"Wait! Wait...I don't know about this!" Holly began to protest, but the booth ignored her and continued with her preparation for the Twist channel. A wide stiff rubber collar grew into place around her neck, forcing her head back even farther, while her ponytail was somehow being braided into a ring at the base of the rubber single sleeve cinching her arms together. She struggled under the booths fields as a thick rubber gag formed in her mouth, pressing her jaws wide and plunging deep as it was strapped tightly down.
"MMMMphh! MMMMMmmmph!" Holly tried to yell at the booth, but the gag stopped her. She teetered as high heeled thigh high boots appeared on her legs, shining wickedly in the flashing lights of the manipulator fields. There was a momentary pause, and then she felt the fields grasp her tightly, ass pushed out.
"Stage two preparation complete" The female voice sounded pleased with itself. Holly twisted in the dim light of the booth, mouth working around the rubber gag, blue eyes rolling from the eye holes of the black rubber covering her head.
Twist...Rubber...Submission...Runner preparation will now begin"
Holly jerked in fear. It knew she was a runner! She began struggling against the arm sleeve and spreader bars holding her, yanking her head forward against her own tied and braided ponytail as the Grid Booth fields hummed to life once again.
She felt the fields push at her pussy lips and between her butt cheeks, and screamed as thick plugs of rubbery material vibrated into existence in her cunt and ass. She wriggled and pulled against the fields that held her, biting down fearfully on the rubber gag filling her mouth. It knew she was a runner! She moaned and her struggles lessened as the rubber filling her began to vibrate and throb with warm silky ripples inside her vagina and ass. She panted as her pussy responded and the rubber pulsed against her clit. Bound in rubber, identified as a runner, she was oblivious to it all as her body shuddered with an intense orgasm. The booth misted the air with a strong aphrodisiac and proceeded with the program.
Holly stood quivering in the grip of her rubber bondage and post orgasm hormone flush as flaps of rubber material formed on either side of her head, splayed out likes wings to either side, each edged with the teeth of a zipper. She tried to focus her eyes, her pussy throbbing from the rubber sliding and vibrating against it, disorientated from the effect of the aphrodisiac mist.
Prepare for Grid insertion, channel Twist, sub category rubber, submission, runner"
Trying to back off the Grid transportation mat, she took a couple awkward tiny steps in her thigh high heeled boots, hobbled by the flashing chrome spreader bars locked around her ankles and above her knees. Whimpering, she twisted her rubber wrapped arms behind her as the fields of the Grid's transportation rose up in waves of pulsating green force.
She let out a muffled yelp as the field pushed her tween and into the Grid in a shower of incandescence.
She materialized in a strangely quite place, with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the rubber plugs still vibrating and stroking inside of her, head forced high by her rubber posture collar and kept taut by the tension on her blonde ponytail from where it was braided to a chrome ring on the end of the single rubber sleeve over her arms. She bobbled on her high heels, the chrome cuffs of the spreader bars pressing into her legs and ankles as the Grid field dissipated.
"Hello, Runner..." a soft voice hissed. Holly's open her deep blue eyes wide in alarm as she recognized the man in front of her. It was Francis, the creepy sandman. She whimpered, the tight rubber covering her squeaking from her nervous movements as the sandman approached her.
Welcome to the Twist channel, Runner. Are you seeking sanctuary?" The sandman was dressed in a rubber pants stuffed into dark boots, and a tight tank top, with heavy rubber gauntlets covering his hands and arms up to his elbows. He held a rubber whip in one hand and was slapping it against the palm of the other.
Holly pulled against the rubber arm binder and felt the tight collar pressing into the soft under side of her rubber covered chin as she tried to inch away from the rubberized sandman.
Well, this is the start of the path, Runner." Francis grinned, his eyes dancing with a weird gleam as he reached a gloved hand forward to stroke Holly's pussy through the rubber covering it, pressing in on the thick rubber plug filling her cunt. As if in response, both plugs began vibrating and wriggling madly inside of her.
"MMMMmmmph! mmmmmmmmm" Holly twisted under her bonds, the black rubber covering her body gleaming in the light of the room, her stiff nipples clearly outlined by the tight rubber over her small pert breasts.
Does that feel good, runner?" The sandman grabbed Holly's chin with his other hand, tilting her rubber hooded and gagged face towards him, and stared into her wide blue eyes as he continued to press on the activator of the plug jumping and sliding in her now hot and lubed pussy. She moaned and twisted her face away from him. Trying to fight the intense sensation of pleasure his touch and the plugs' mad dance were evoking in her. The aphrodisiac had fogged her brain, making her weak with lust.
"Turn around, Runner!" Francis ordered, "I want to see your rubber covered ass." He reached behind Holly and grabbed the bottom ring of the single sleeve and pulled her around until she stood, legs shaking from the waves of pleasure coming from the butt and pussy plugs, gleaming rubber covered ass up and presented.
"This is the first stop on the path to Sanctuary, Runner. You'll be making the whole trip on the Twist channel, every sandman is going to want to 'help' you along." Francis grinned and stroked Holly's round ass through the rubber, " But let's get acquainted, shall we?"
The sandman dropped the rubber whip, and deftly unzipped his pants, reaching in with gloved fingers to pull out his stiff rubber sheathed dick.
Holly turned and looked behind her in horror, as he grabbed her hips, pulling her bound and spread ass towards him. She moaned as he tapped the base of the rubber plug in her pussy and it slid out with a plop. It dropped to the floor with a thud. Wriggling in her rubber wrappings, Holly finally surrendered to the aphrodisiac and bondage and pushed her ass towards the sandman, impaling herself on his thick cock and making them both gasp with the long silky lubed slide of her pussy.
"Runner! You may reach Sanctuary yet!" Francis laughed and tapped one of the rubber wings on the side of Holly's head while pushed forward with his dick into her moist tight cunt. The black shining flaps rippled and suddenly began sealing together over Holly's face, quickly covering and hiding her wide eyes.
"You better hurry, runner. Those flaps aren't programmed to open until we both cum!" Francis began stroking in and out of Holly's cunt, grunting with the slick grip pleasure of it. Slapping her ass with his gloved hand, he admired her blonde ponytail and rubber bondage, and lost himself in the rubber slap of his hips against her ass, and the panting rush of Holly's breathing through the slim space provided by the closed flaps of the rubber hood.
Holly screamed into her gag as she came from the repeated forceful ramming of the sandman's rigid dick into her cunt. As Francis felt the orgasmic clenching of Holly's vagina around his cock, he began cumming also, hot shots of his cum filling the rubber sheath over his dick, ballooning it inside of Holly's pussy.
The face flaps unpeeled like petals from her face, revealing a panting Holly, sweating under her rubber, pussy throbbing from the intense climax she had just experienced.
"Good Runner. Now to continue, I only have you until the morning, then you go on to the next sandman on the Twist channel..." Francis pulled his dick from her sopping pussy and tapped the butt plug filling her ass, causing it to fall to the ground as the other had. He grinned at Holly's expression of incredulousness as he positioned his rapidly revitalized cock at her asshole.
"Ready, Runner? Here we go!" Francis tapped one of the rubber wings, triggering them to seal tightly against Holly's face once again. He grinned and moved slowly pushed forward as Holly, abandoning herself to the rubber and bondage, rotated her ass back against him.
"Welcome to Twist, Runner!"
Holly's Run Pt. 2
Holly stood in front of the grid pad and tried to keep her balance. She was naked except for a 5 inch tall pair of black patent heels, shining black latex stockings, a thick rubber and chrome belt cinched tightly around her belly, and the shining chrome chains linking the tight metal collar and wrist cuffs to the belt binding her. The chains dangled across her pert breasts, sheened with sweat, teasing her still hard nipples with their cold metallic touch.
"Runner, are you ready to continue on the road to Sanctuary?" Francis whispered in her ear from behind her. His rubber sheathed cock bounced against her bare ass, making her shudder and remember how many times and ways he had used it on her, making her cum, quivering, over and over as he impaled her moist and traitorous pussy with it.
The aphrodisiac mist had worn off, and now her wide blue eyes contemplated the empty but faintly humming grid pad before her, her mussed long blonde hair in a soft halo around her face. She knew better than to speak. The sandman didn't like her to talk, and had made it clear that the thick rubber gag would go back in if she did.
"I hate to loose you so soon, runner. But rules are rules, you're on the road to Sanctuary now, and other sandmen are waiting." He tapped the grid console and laughed low as the green, blue and amber incandescent fractal wavelets of the grid began rising up in front of them.
"Give my regards to the next sandman, I know he'll enjoy you." Francis told her just before pushing her into the pulsing waves of the grid. She moaned as the grid forces gripped her yanked her into the grid tween space in a shower of incandescence.
She materialized in a darkened grid booth, the smooth black glass of its front suddenly lighting up with the icons of a man and a woman twisting in alternating ecstasy and fear around a helix shaped pole. Pictograms of a writhing black rubber column and chrome collar with dangling key blinked below it.
"Welcome to the Grid! What channel would you like to try today?" An over-enthusiastic man's voice announced. "You have chosen the Twist channel, home to the unusual and bizarre. Please select your sub category." The voice requested without pausing.
Holly's blue eyes widened, and she twisted her bound wrists forward, desperately trying to press the flashing amber CANCEL icon at the lower edge of the glass. She whimpered with frustration as the tall heels made her bobble and miss. The shining latex covering her legs squeaked as she sawed her thighs together, frantically trying to keep her balance.
"You have chosen the rubber submission sub categories! Congratulations! Please confirm your choices now." The voice cheerfully recommended.
"No!" Holly yelled. The flashing green accept icon appeared and she twisted against her bonds again, stretching down to reach the CANCEL icon as the chrome chains slid across her naked breasts. It winked out just as her staining fingers were about to touch it.
"You have confirmed your choice! Twist...Rubber...Sub, welcome to the Twist channel, please stand still while the channel program prepares you for entry." The man's voice ended as a soft chime sounded in the booth and the lights around her flashed between amber and blue.
Nooooo!" she screamed.
The booth's fields ramped up and she moaned as it's fields gently but irresistibly pulled her legs apart till she was standing in a wide stance, teetering on her high heels, the black latex of her stockings reflecting the blue and amber waves of force rippling across her body. The rhythmic pulse of the forces around her naked pussy made her close her eyes, a shudder of surprising pleasure running through her shocked mind. The hum of the fields increased and she felt the chrome collar and wrists cuffs dissolve, disappearing in an incandescent fall of particles, along with the tight belt cinched across her belly, and sigh
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