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BOOK 1

 

Chapter 4

 

      Constance left the room and returned with some more rope.  “Do you want to stand or just sit while I do this?”  “Do what?” Traci asked apprehensively.  “I’m just going to test your flexibility a little bit by tying your arms with some rope.”  Constance told her in a soothing voice.  Traci was having problems balancing on her bound legs without being able to see.  “I’ll sit, please.”  Constance sat her on what felt like the corner of a couch.  Traci felt her attaching a rope to the ring on the wrist strap of the right mitten, then a tug and Constance was releasing the handcuff on that wrist.  Traci’s left arm was still fixed to the belt around her waist by the handcuffs.  Constance gently twisted her right arm up behind her until her captive fist touched the bottom of her left shoulder blade. “Can you bend this far comfortably?”  Traci nodded.  Constance ran the rope over her left shoulder and then down over her chest between her breasts.  Bringing it around, she looped it several times around her right elbow, bringing the elbow tight to her back.  Then back up to the right mitten and through the wrist strap ring.  She then repeated the whole process before tying the rope off at the right mitten.  Traci’s right arm was trapped against her back.  When she tried to move it, she could feel the rope attached to her elbow lift her right breast.  Constance unlocked her left arm from the handcuffs, and brought it into the same position as the right one.  She tied the ring on the left mitten to its twin.  Traci realized that even before her left arm was secured to her body, that it was already trapped in that position.  It didn’t matter anyway.  Constance ran the rope over her right shoulder, and soon her left arm was a mirror image of the right.  “There, how’s that?” she asked.  Traci squirmed around a bit.  She couldn’t move her arms much at all.  She definitely couldn’t get lose, but it wasn’t all that uncomfortable.  “It’s not too bad.  “How long do I have to stay like this?”  “Until I release you, of course.  Don’t think that I’m done yet.  You need to be able to really feel the bondage.”  “O, I can feel it” Traci replied, moving her arms as much as she could.  “You can just feel it in your arms and your legs.  Your whole body needs to feel it.  I’ll show you.”  Constance continued wrapping the rope around her upper arm and over her right breast.  She dipped it in between her breasts and pulled it snugly under the left one.  She brought it around her left arm, just above the elbow, around her back, and over the right elbow.  From the rope continued under her right breast and then over the left one, then back around, over her bound hands, to the right arm.  Constance continued the figure eight around her breasts, alternating over one, and under the other until she had wrapped Traci’s chest eight times.  On the last trip, she tied the rope at the juncture of the ropes between her breasts.  She ran the rope up and over the back of her neck, brought it back down and tied the very end between her breasts.  When she had finished, the ropes squeezed Traci’s breasts tightly from above and below, and she couldn’t move her arms at all.  “See what I mean?” gloated Constance.  “Before you were just restrained.  Now you are totally helpless.  There’s a big difference.”  “I’m definitely helpless!” echoed Traci.

     Constance untied the ropes above and below Traci’s knees and then her feet.  “Let’s get some circulation back into those legs.” She said as she untied Traci’s shoes.  “But the rest of these clothes have to go first.”  She removed Traci’s shoes and socks, and then stood her up.  “I didn’t bring any clothes.  Am I to be naked all weekend?”  Traci asked, as Constance pulled down her nylon sweat pants.  She helped her step out of them.  “Don’t be silly, dear girl.  There is plenty for you to wear here.  I have all your sizes.” “I see” replied Traci, a little bit surprised. “That’s why I wasn’t sent out here in some weird outfit.”  Constance ran a finger up her inner thigh, and then outlined the crotch piece of the chastity belt.  Traci shivered.  “The ever present chastity belt” Constance commented.  “I’m not thrilled about it myself.” Traci stated.  “It’s company policy.  I didn’t have a choice.”  Though in her bound state, she was thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.  “They really make them slim nowadays.  I never would have known that you were wearing one, except that the agency’s girls always do.”  She thrust a finger under the crotch piece, wiggling her finger in just enough to brush Traci’s sex, before removing it.  “They did put it on snug.  Is it adjustable?”  “No” replied Traci.  “They measure us, and then give us the appropriate size.  I thought that it was kind of tight also.” She observed.  “In a way” Constance told her “It just adds to your bondage experience.  Without your hands or eyes, you can’t get it off.  You may know the combination, and I don’t, but you can’t take it off until I let you.”  Constance clipped the leash back to Traci’s collar, and attached it to something with the click of a padlock.  She then unbuckled the leather belt from around Traci’s waist, the handcuffs jingling merrily.  I’ll be back with some proper shoes for you, my dear.”  Traci heard her also gather up the leg irons, and then her heels clicking as she left the room. 

      When she returned, she slid a pair of ankle boots onto Traci’s feet.  They felt odd.  They had very high heels and an open area at the front of her ankles.  Constance began tightening laces over the open area from the middle of her foot to six inches up her calf.  When they were laced up, they were very stiff.  They felt snug.  “I think that you may have gotten my size wrong.  These feel too tight.  I wear a size six.” Traci observed.  “You’re half right” Constance told her.  “They are tight, but I know your size just fine.  These are only five and a half’s.  Think of it as a little additional bondage for your feet.”  When she was finished, Traci’s feet were held rigid by the boots.  She couldn’t bend her ankle from the position it was in and she couldn’t wiggle her toes.  Constance to a length of rope and tied it around either ankle leaving about eighteen inches of slack in between.  “It’s not enough just to capture your arms and legs.  I want your hands, feet, fingers, and toes also” she commented as she unlocked Traci’s leash and helped her to stand up.  Traci tottered in the high heels.  “How tall are these heels?”  “About four and a half inches.” replied Constance.  “Do you own any that are this tall?”  “Not even close” replied Traci, thinking of her highest pair that was maybe three inches, and those were only worn around the bedroom for Ted.  “They make your calves and legs look absolutely wonderful!” complimented Constance.  “Thank you.”  “Time for some exercise and high heel practice.” she said, giving a slight tug on the leash.  Traci hobbled blindly behind her. 

     After being led around for about fifteen minutes, Traci became a little more accustomed to the new shoes.  Without the blindfold, or the constant tug of the leash, she figured that she probably could have walked normal in them.  Her bound hands didn’t help her with her balance either.  At one point, the phone had rung, and Constance had hooked her leash to something and then left to answer it.  The floor under her feet was hardwood.  She gathered information only from feel and sound.  The place was huge.  She had counted at least twenty different rooms that she had been blindly led through.  This was only after she felt steady enough on her feet to observe anything else.  They had probably gone through another ten or fifteen, when the only thing she was paying attention to was staying upright and the tug of the leash on her collar.  Her feet were already getting sore.  She used one foot to try and pry the other shoe off, but it didn’t budge.  She gave up on that idea quickly. 

     Constance returned with the clicking of high heels.  “That was Mr. Proctor” she stated “He will be unable to return this evening.  He feels just terrible about it and sends his apologies”.  Traci was confused.  “Does this means that you’re going to untie me?”  “Of course not.  He asked me to baby sit you until he returns.  He gave me very specific instructions on how you are to be cared for.  He also said I could enjoy myself a little if I wanted to”.  Tracy didn’t like the way she said ‘enjoy herself’.  “What now?” she asked.  “Had enough of the exercise?  Do you think you’re used to the shoes?” Constance inquired.  “Yes to the exercise, no to the shoes.  I don’t think I’ll ever get used to them.  My feet are killing me.”  “Let’s return to the den then”.   As she shuffled along behind her, she got another whiff of Candace’s perfume.  “Were Candace and Mr. Proctor the same person?”  She thought of a ploy.  “I have to go to the bathroom”.  She knew that the contract stated that she was to be given regular bathroom breaks, and to be provided a private bathroom in which to take her belt on and off.  She did the math in her head.  “It’s been at least six hours since I’ve gone” she added.  “That does present a problem, doesn’t it?” stated Constance.  She put her hand on Traci’s forearm.  “You’re still nice and warm.  That means your circulation is still good.  Do you feel a prickly sensation anywhere, like something is going to sleep?”  “No”  “If you really do have to go, I’ll release you, but I see no reason to disturb the beautiful bondage I’ve done on your arms and your chest.  Are you just trying to get untied?  I promise you a break in a little while.  If you make me undo you now, I’ll promise a much tighter tie after you have relieved yourself.  It’s your decision.”  Traci weighed it out in her mind.  She did have to go to the bathroom, but she also could probably hold it a little while longer if need be.  As restrictively as her arms and chest were tied, it was still bearable.  She didn’t even want to think about being bound any tighter.  “I can wait a little while longer if you want me to”.  “I knew that you’d see it my way, dear”.  They returned to the den.

     “Would you like something to drink, maybe something a little stronger than water?” “If this is a test, I told you already that I really do need to go to the bathroom”.  “You also said that you wouldn’t have a problem holding it.  It’s still your choice.  It’s just us girls tonight.  There’s no reason that we can’t enjoy ourselves.”  “Do you have rum and coke?”  She was thirsty and she did love rum and coke.  “Certainly dear.  I believe that I’ll have the same.”  Traci heard her fixing the drinks.  “Can I sit down?  My feet are killing me.”  “Back up three steps.”  Traci obeyed and her legs bumped into a sofa.  She sat down.  Constance sat next to her and put a glass to her lips.  “Wow!” she sputtered after taking a sip.  “Is there any coke at all in there?”  “We both know that rum and coke are very fattening.  Some peoples’ philosophy is to use diet coke.  Mine is different, If you use twice the rum, then you only drink half as much coke.  It’s the same intoxication, but half the amount of coke, so half the calories.”  Traci didn’t want to point out that most of the calories were in the rum, so that you weren’t getting half the calories.  She just smiled.  “And I used diet coke.”  Constance added.  Traci started laughing.  “What’s so funny?  If you think about it, it does make sense.” “I’m not laughing at that” said Traci.  “I’m laughing at the fact that I’m sitting here blindfolded, tied up like a pretzel, talking about counting calories.”  “Is that so awful?” asked Candace.  “Awful no, but it goes down in my book as pretty bizarre.” 

     Constance gave her another big swig of the drink.  She could feel the heat in her throat as it went down.  She knew that it had to be high proof rum.  “Well, if you don’t like talking, we can just go back to bondage.”  Constance said, sounding a little offended by her comments.  “I’ll be nice and give you another choice.  I’m supposed to do both, but I’ll go easy on you.  You can either had the lower half of your body very tightly bound, but not be gagged, or I can go easy on the rope on your lower half, but you get gagged.”  Traci pictured her legs all twisted and bound like her arms were.  She really didn’t like that.  Her shoulders and arms were starting to get sore.  She also figured out that complicated bondage would take longer than just strapping on a gag.  On the other hand, her mouth was her last vestige of freedom.  She couldn’t see or get loose, but she could still speak.  How her legs were tightly bound was maybe immaterial.  Between the blindfold, the rope hobble, and the boots, she wasn’t going anywhere.  She didn’t want to upset Constance though.  She seemed irritated that she didn’t want to talk to her.  She already sounded like she was getting angry.  She decided on the honest approach.  “I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to talk to you.  I didn’t mean to upset you.” She told her.  “How would the strict tie be done?”  “Don’t worry about talking.  We’ll have plenty of time for that later.  If I told you about the tie, it would spoil the choice.”  Traci caught the words.  “If she doesn’t want to tell me about the choice, then it must be bad, and therefore something I don’t want.” “I’ll take the loose tie with the gag” she said.  “Good choice.  I think the ball tie would have been a little much for you right now.  Ever worn a pear gag?”  “No” replied Traci.  “What is it?”  “Think of it as a leather pear, shaped like the fruit, on a strap.  It goes into your mouth, big end first.  It’s a lot more comfortable to wear than a ballgag, because you can clothes your lips over the small end.  It also keeps you a lot quieter because a foam filled leather panel goes over your lips.  Finish your drink.  We’ll start with the gag and then do your legs.”  She tipped the glass to Traci’s lips, and the rest of it slid down her throat. 

     “How about we start with my legs?” Traci asked, wanting to stay un-gagged for as long as possible.  “No, you’re getting off easy as it is.  Open wide.”  Traci felt something pushing against her lips.  She opened her mouth, and it was pushed inside.  Constance was right.  It was shaped like a pear.  The leather covered wad entirely filled her mouth, pinning her tongue down.  She involuntarily closed her mouth around it.  Her lips closed together at its base where it was attached to a padded leather square that was three inches high and five inches long.  Constance pulled the straps tight, and the padding compressed, trapping her lips against her teeth and sealing her mouth.  Traci tried to move the intruder around in her mouth, but her tongue was truly trapped.  The leather front panel formed a tight seal over her mouth.  She breathed experimentally through her nose as Constance buckled the straps.  She was happy about being gagged, but she could breath just fine.  Suddenly she felt a pinch on her left nipple.  She let out a yelp, but the gag reduced it to a low humming.  “Sorry, love” Constance told her, “I was just testing the gag.  It seems to be working quite well.”  She sucked Traci’s nipple into her mouth, released it, and gave it a quick kiss.  “I think it forgives me” she giggled.  “And I think that the other one is jealous.  She licked Traci’s other nipple and gave it a quick peck. 

      “Now let’s get down to some serious bondage.  I lied to you about the gag, so that I wouldn’t have to hear you complain while I really tie you tightly.”  Traci’s head spun around towards the sound of Constance’s voice.  She tried to give me her best ‘you just betrayed me look’, but between the blindfold and the gag, she figured that it wasn’t very effective.  Constance kissed her on the end of her nose.  “I was just kidding you.  Honesty and trust are a big part of bondage.  I would never lie to you about something like that.  I do have to tie your feet though.  Sit down on the floor.  Traci realized that Constance was now kneeling in front of her.  She helped her sit down.  “Sit Indian style” she told her.  The wood felt cool against her bare bottom.  Traci crossed her legs as much as the hobble would allow.  Then Constance untied it.  She pulled her left ankle over her right calf, just below the knee, and tied it securely there.  She repeated the process on the other leg.  Then she ran a rope from above her left knee to around and through the heel of her left boot where it rested on her right leg.  A second wrap, and the she did the other leg in the same fashion and Traci’s legs were completely immobilized.  “If this is the easy tie, I don’t even want to think about what the hard one was going to be like.”  Constance finished it off by cinching together where her crossed legs met, and running the ends of the rope up to through the ring on the front of her collar and down to be tied off in between her breasts.  If Traci tried to move her legs, she would squeeze her tightly bound breasts further.    “A work of art!” Constance exclaimed.  “If you weren’t wearing this awful chastity belt, you could see what I can do with strategically place knots on a tight crotch rope.  You could get yourself off just by struggling.” 

     Traci realized that the alcohol was loosening Constance up.  She was even sounding younger and not so polished and stuffy.  Then she really got a surprise.  Constance slid down behind her between her body and the sofa with her legs on either side.  She was wearing what felt like soft leather.  She could feel her breasts against her bound arms.  “She’s definitely a woman, or those are damn good inserts.”  Her blouse felt warm and smooth against Traci’s naked skin.  “Playing dominatrix for the day.  That’s why she doesn’t want me to see her.  She’s embarrassed.”  “Feeling helpless yet?” Constance asked.  Traci nodded.  Talking wasn’t an option.  “Totally helpless?”  Constance was massaging her shoulders.  Traci nodded again.  “It’s a good thing you nodded, or I was going to tie you up even tighter.”  Constance giggled.  “What more could she possibly tie?  The only thing that I can still move is my neck.”  Then she realized that she really didn’t want to know.  Constance stopped for a moment and Traci heard a television turn on.  It sounded like it was across the room from them.  She heard the ice in Constance’s glass clink, and then the kneading began again, this time on her upper arms.  It felt really good.  “Have you ever been with another woman?”  She nodded her head.  “Did you like it?”  Another nod.  “But you prefer men, right?”  More nodding.  “Me too, but sometimes another woman can be a nice change.”  Her hands slid around Traci and started to fondle her bound breasts.  “You know that you can’t stop me if I want to do this.”  She was silent for a couple of minutes while she played with the soft globes.  Traci’s nipples became rock hard, and from time to time Constance would lightly pinch and pull at them.  The movie on the television played in the background.  Traci recognized it, but couldn’t place it.  It was something old with Eddie Murphy in it.  She knew that she was getting wet between her legs.  “I wonder if the belt can sense that also?”  “I’ve always wanted my own personal bondage slave, but Mr. Proctor is always here when the agency girls are here.  He’s not here now.”  She flicked her tongue into Traci’s ear, and she moaned behind her gag.  “Do you want me to stop you playing with your tits?”  The word ‘tits’ sounded odd coming from Constance.  Traci shook here head.  “I’m glad.”  One of her hands was now lightly stroking the inside of Traci’s inner thigh.  She ran her fingernails over the tender skin.  “Do you want to play with me tonight?  You’ll be bound, of course, but even if you don’t choose to play with me, you’ll be tied up all night.”  Traci nodded without even considering it.  They sat in silence for a long time with Constance’s hands exploring Traci’s bound body.  She would tease her from time to time by running a finger under the chastity belt as far as she could.  “Why couldn’t this belt be a little looser?  She could have enough room to hit her target, but no one would still be able to have sex with me without my permission.  Maybe that was why it was so tight.”

     Before she knew it, Constance was untying her arms.  She arched her back, pushing herself back into her as soon as the rope between her legs and collar was released.  It felt good to be able to move her arms again.  The thought crept into her mind to push the blindfold up with her mittened hands and see what Constance looked like.  Her image of her was constantly changing in her mind.  The present one was of a librarian with her hair up in a bun with a gorgeous body.  She decided to remain sightless.  She had just been released and didn’t want to be retrained again any sooner than necessary.  Constance had come around the front of her and was releasing her legs.  Traci put her hand up to her gag and attempted to point with her leather covered fist while making as much noise as possible.  “Do you want the gag off?”  She nodded her head quickly.  “Seems to me that a little while ago you didn’t want to talk with me” Constance teased.  Traci shook her head.  “So you don’t want the gag off?”  Traci didn’t know what to do.  There was going to be know right answer, and she couldn’t try to explain with the leather pear filled her mouth.  She could tell by the tone of Constance’s voice that she was playing with her.  “If I nod, she will tell me that I don’t want to talk with her, so the gag stays on.  If I shake my head, she will tell me that I don’t want the gag off.  Either way, it will be the same result.”  She shrugged her shoulders and made a whining noise.  Traci’s legs were now free, and it felt good to be able to stretch them in front of her.  Traci waited for Constance to do something, but it became obvious she was waiting for her to make the first move.  She made some noise in her throat and put her hands on the chastity belt.  “It does appear that it’s going to be in our way tonight, don’t you think?  I don’t suppose that you’d care to give me the combination.”  Traci shook her head.  As much as she wanted to, she knew that if she did, she wouldn’t get paid.  “I know the system.  It senses body temperature and if you have it off for too long, you get in trouble.  Is that right?”  Traci nodded blindly.  “Would you believe that I have a way around that?”  Traci cocked her head to one side as if to say ‘tell me more’. “I’ll let you know when the time is right, if you’re a good girl.  You realize that it only stops me from pleasuring you.  I can still get all the excitement I need from you little pink tongue.”  Traci shook her head and touched the gag.  “Now you’re a comedian, huh?  I was just thinking about taking that off too.  Are you ready for that bathroom break?”   Traci nodded her head.  She hand totally forgotten, and now realized that she really had to go.  She held her hands out towards Constance.  “Don’t touch the blindfold” she warned.

     Traci heard the jingling of keys.  In a minute Traci was flexing her fingers again.  Constance reached around behind her head and clicked a padlock on the buckle of the gag.  Traci squealed into it and shook her head.  “You don’t need your mouth to use the bathroom, or unlock the chastity belt, do you?”  The next thing she knew, Constance was doing something down at her feet.  Something was being attached to the boots, and then a short chain connected her ankles.  “The boots stay on too.”  She told her, while helping Traci to her feet.  “Put your hands together in front of you” she instructed.  Traci did as she was told, and soon her hands were bound together with something.  It made a high pitched zipping sound when Constance put it on, just like when she had done her feet.  She took her by the arm and led her across the room.  Her leash hung over her shoulder and she could feel it slap her butt as she walked.  “I’m going to put you in the bathroom.  You can take the blindfold off when you hear the door close.  It’s your decision whether you wear it or not when you come back out.”  Traci nodded her understanding.  Constance led her in and then left, closing the door behind her. 

     Traci’s bound hands flew up and bushed of the blindfold.  She squinted and it took her several minutes before her eyes adjusted to the light.  When she stopped blinking and squinting, she found herself staring into the mirrors.  She looked over the image that reflected back at her.  Her eyes were drawn to the black leather rectangle that covered her mouth.  The straps of the gag gave the appearance of cutting into her cheeks, because they were bulging from the leather pear inside her mouth.  She looked down at her hands.  They were bound together with black plastic ties.  The kind electricians use to hold bunches of wires together. There was one on each wrist, intertwined with each other.   They were thick enough that she knew she wouldn’t be getting them off without cutting them.  She could see a wider mark under each plastic band, where the bondage mittens had been locked onto her wrists.  Her chest and arms were criss-crossed with red indentations left by the coils of rope that had constricted her so tightly.  She could make out the exact pattern of the rope on her skin.  She looked down and saw the same pattern on her knees and calves.  They were a little bit lighter because they hadn’t been tied as long.  The boots were shiny black patent leather with matching laces.  A wire tie looped around each ankle.  A twelve inch chain had been secured between her ankles.  Each plastic tie went through the last link on either end of the chain.  Another plastic tie intersected with the ankle ones on each foot.  They went down and around the insole of her feet right in front of the heels.  Constance was right.  Until they were cut off, the boots weren’t coming off.  “She seems pretty good at this.  I wonder if there really is a Mr. Proctor.  Maybe she is just some kind of kinky rich widow or something.”

     Standing there, she realized that she really did have to go to the bathroom.  She made her way to the toilet and then punched the code into the belt.  The locks clicked open at the crotch strap and one side of the waist belt.  It was very strange using the bathroom with a gag locked in her mouth and her hands bound in front of her.  “This is definitely one for my book of firsts!”  When she was finished, her hands crept up between her legs.  She was very wet.  A knock on the door startled her.  “Did you fall in?”  Constance called.  Traci flushed the toilet and grabbed the belt off of the floor.  It was tricky getting it on, but using her back against the wall, she managed to hold it up long enough to get the waist belt closed.  She reached between her legs and grabbed the dangling crotch strap.  With a little effort, it clicked into place.

     She stepped to the counter where she had left the blindfold, and touched it.  “To wear or not to wear?  That is the question.”  She turned her head, and looked at the back of the gag strap. The buckle had a loop at the end of the pin, so after it was put through the slot in the strap, a lock could be affixed.  Then the strap couldn’t be pulled back off the pin.  A small, shiny brass padlock hung from the buckle.  She lifted her hair and looked at the buckle on her collar.  It was locked with the exact same arrangement.  She brought her leash to the front and let it hang between her breasts.  “I could actually unclip the leash from my collar, but what would be the point?  Do I wear the blindfold, or not?”  She was conflicted by the answer.  She really wanted to see what Constance looked like, and was tired of not being able to see.  On the other hand, there was something deeply sexual about not knowing.  “What if Constance is ugly and hideously disfigured?  What if that’s why she keeps me blind?”  She decided that the chances were slim.  She left the blindfold on the counter and opened the bathroom door.

 

 

 

 

 

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