Sabina

SABINA

By

Anne Gray

Chapter Three

 

As she came through the door I stepped from behind it clamping my left arm around her body locking her arms to her sides. As her mouth opened in surprise I easily jammed the ball in my right hand between her teeth.  Easing the slim form forwards into the room I kicked the door shut with my boot heel then murmured in her ear, “You were supposed to come back and see me, little one; I don’t like to be disobeyed.”

 

Struggling was not an option since I was nearly a foot taller and forty pounds heavier than Sabina.  I wasted no time adding to my advantage by tripping her to the floor, sitting on the small of her back and putting a leather covered knee on each elbow.

 

As she had fallen the fur edged hood of her puffy, quilted coat had flipped up and I pulled it back down out of the way as I fitted the wide leather strap across her mouth.  Moving her long black hair out of the way I buckled it in place and then leaned down to whisper in her ear.

 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you after all the fun we had?  It was very simple really.”  I stroked her hair as she turned her head sideways trying to look back up at me.  “When you write your stories you really should change things a bit.  I mean, how many freelance photographers named Sabina Smith could there be in this city?

 

“And how did I know about this city?  Remember the hotel receipt when you came to visit and asked me to phone for your suitcase?  Guess what, name and city all neatly printed by the computer!”

 

“And then, little one, you have a very professional website where I read with interest that you would be unavailable to work during the three weeks starting today because you were taking a vacation.  With the terrible weather here I don’t blame you for planning to drive south but I think I can persuade you to join me heading east instead.”

 

Sabina had managed to screw her head around enough to look up at me as I leaned over her and I read her eyes.  Surprise, fear and something else that I couldn’t quite get – anticipation maybe?

 

She started mmuuffing around the gag and shaking her head and my guess was she wanted to explain why she had not kept her promise to visit me again.  Too bad, now she had no choice in the matter.

 

I pulled the glove off her right hand, fastened a Velcro cuff around the wrist; then did the same to the left one and clipped them together as I slid back to sit on her upper thighs.  In short order I had another cuff around her booted ankles; the same sensible winter boots she had worn on her visit to me.

 

Standing, I smiled down at the now helpless girl as I removed my leather winter car coat and smoothed down the knee length leather culottes.  I loved those because while looking like a fashionable skirt they gave me the freedom of slacks, as Sabina had found out.

 

“Now let’s get you ready to travel!”

 

I spent the first ten minutes or so looking around and easily found Sabina’s stash of toys, including a pair of knee length ballet boots that I threw on the bed, along with a couple of cute leather mini skirts and a few other things I would pack to take with us.

 

A quick visit to the SUV parked out front for my own bag of goodies and I was ready to begin.

 

I easily dragged the petite form over in front of the sofa, sat down and positioned her between my legs.   Crossing my booted ankles around her made it simple to hold her in place while I worked on her head.

 

Taking off the gag strap I pulled the ball partially out and to one side of her mouth in such a way that it still wedged her teeth wide apart.   I settled the edge of a rubber feeding gag, it had a half inch diameter hard tube through the middle, at the other side of her mouth and, in one smooth movement, substituted one for the other.

 

Sabina didn’t have a chance to make a peep but tried to shake her head and, as I screwed the plug in the threaded tube and replaced the strap, I saw a tear escape from the corner of her eye.

 

Just to make the rest of the exercise a little easier I added a temporary blindfold before I manhandled (woman handled?) her out of most of her clothes.  That was necessary so I could get the two rather large intruders, one butt plug and one dildo, established front and back locking them in place with a narrow plastic strap anchored at both ends to a waist belt.

 

A thin adult diaper and then I worked two sets of her pantyhose up the legs before replacing her winter boots and tying her ankles for a moment.  Moving up I got her hands back in her own tight leather gloves, folded each one into a fist and laced on tight bondage mittens. 

 

 

 

She struggled as much as she could but blindfolded and gagged it was a hopeless effort.  I found a long sleeved sweater and worked her into that, tucking it in the top of the pantyhose.  Kneeling on one arm to stop her flailing around I tucked the other hand in its bondage mitt under my own arm to hold it steady.

 

The two hard plastic strips were rounded on all their edges and joined together with a short, smooth headed, bolt with a small wing nut.  I fitted one strip from just below her armpit so the bolt was level with her elbow and then taped it in place.  That was the reason for the sweater, to keep the tape off her skin.  The other strip I taped to her forearm, it ended just passed the wrist joint.

 

A twist of the wing nut and that arm was out of action.  I put my knee on the bondage mitt and turned my attention to the other arm.  After taping on that brace I worked the arm into the sleeve of her puffy, quilted white coat then loosened the opposite wing nut so I could bend her other arm into the second sleeve.  Working my fingers up inside the sleeves I really tightened the wing nuts.

 

I noticed her nipples were very obviously erect, even under the sweater, so I found a nice set of clamps and snapped them in place to keep her company.

 

There was just one brace for her legs that was bent at slightly more than 90 degrees.  I settled it against the inside of her right thigh then taped it almost to the knee; the pantyhose protecting her skin.  Lowering the boot zip on the inside of her leg I taped the lower part of the brace around her calf then pulled the zip back in place.

 

Forcing her left leg to fit in position I added more tape around both thighs nearly to the knee.  A couple more turns of the black tape around just the heels of the boots and Sabina’s legs and ankles were locked together in exactly the position I had planned.

 

Rummaging through her closet I found a long, fitted tweed skirt that I worked up her legs and fastened the belt around her waist.  The coat had a long inside zipper that started near the hem, just below her knees and I closed it to above her breasts then fastened the snaps every eight inches or so.  There was a narrow tie belt that I pulled tight around her waist.

 

Another trip outside and I returned with the folded wheel chair, opened and locked it, then lifted Sabina in to the seat.  Her feet settled on the footrest and her locked arms on her lap.  I pulled a pair of white knitted thumbless mittens over the bound fists and then used a couple of turns of white rubber covered wire to join the wrists.  It disappeared in the white wool.

 

 

 

 

Taking off the blindfold I smiled at the helpless, seated girl and then went over to pick up the purse and keys she dropped as she came in before I searched through the contents on top of the desk in her small home office alcove.

 

I found her passport; she hadn’t been planning to leave the country, but these days it was wise to have one when traveling anywhere.  Sabina’s other ID and quite a large amount of cash was in her wallet.  I set her computer to automatic reply mode “Gone fishing, back in three weeks – maybe!”  Then I packed the rest of her toys, the clothes I had selected and the ballet boots in a suitcase that I left near the front door.

 

Checking through each room, turning off lights and making sure everything was in order I returned to finish getting my passenger ready.  The white woolen ski mask was like a full balaclava with just large holes for the eyes; it even had a smiley mouth embroidered on it.  I made sure the gag strap was snug then stretched the mask down over her head tucking the neck into the sweater. 

 

Lifting the fur trimmed hood of the coat in place I closed the zip and snaps up under her chin then fastened the storm collar.  Wheeling the chair outside I braced myself, took a deep breath and lifted Sabina out of the chair on to the front passenger seat.  She only weighed about 95 pounds so it was a manageable effort.

 

Folding the chair I placed it where it was clearly visible in the back then snugged down the combination shoulder and lap belts across the white coated form.  Another short piece of the white wire around the lap belt held her hands firmly in place.

 

I turned off the rest of the lights, locked the front door then dumped her keys in her purse, threw it on the back seat with the suitcase and gave Sabina a kiss on the top of her cute little nose as I wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

 

Nineteen hours, one brief motel stop and a smooth border crossing later I again pulled the SUV in my garage with Sabina in the passenger seat.  This time however, she was definitely not wearing just a pair of prop handcuffs.

 

I looked over at the slight form muffled inside her big winter coat, held firmly by the obvious seat belts and several other, not so obvious, tethers.  She was still recovering from the dose of sedative I had fed her in a milkshake, through the hole in her gag, just prior to leaving the motel an hour before the border.

 

At the border I had handed over our passports and explained that my passenger had just had surgery, which was why she’s so drowsy.  I was taking her home with me to look after her while she recovered.

 

“Welcome back little one; as I said once before, let the fun begin!”