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BOOK 1

 

Chapter 6

 

      “First let’s get you dressed” Connie told her.  “Do I get to pick the outfit?” Traci asked.  “Not one of my outfits” Connie corrected her with a twinkle in her eye.  “You are going to wear one of the ones that Mr. Proctor has purchased for you.  Think you can stay quiet and out of trouble?” she asked, as she cut the plastic ties off of her ankles and boots.  “Or do I have to tie you up and gag you while I’m gone?”  “I’ll be on my best behavior” Traci promised as she unlaced the ankle boots and took them off.  Her feet rejoiced.  Connie disappeared out the door after a quick kiss.  Traci went over and tried the door.  It had been locked from the outside.

     The outfit wasn’t as bad as Traci had envisioned.  She looked at herself in a full length mirror as Connie zipped it up the back.  It was a cherry red, skintight vinyl cat suit with matching gloves, boots, and hood.  Its strangest features were the zippers over her nipples and crotch.  They definitely had her measurements perfect.  It fit her like a second skin.  Connie picked up the boots and told Traci to sit down.  “Let me guess, they’re a half size too small?”  “You’ve got it right for once.”  “I just got the feeling back into my feet” Traci whined.  “I’ll make it up to you later” Connie promised.  Traci unzipped one of the zippers at her chest and her breast tumbled out.  “Perfect for the breast feeding fetish enthusiast” she giggled, stuffing it back in, and carefully zipping it up.  “Shouldn’t I have put the gloves on after the jumpsuit?” Traci inquired.  “I guess it doesn’t make a difference tonight” Connie commented.  “I just did it that way out of habit.  If you put the gloves on first, it makes them harder to get off, especially when you’re restrained in some way.  That’s the way Mr. Proctor likes it.”  Traci was busy making squeaky noises with her vinyl covered fingers, by rubbing them together.   The alcohol was starting to affect her.  She was on her third beer, plus the two strong mixed drinks.  Connie finished with the boots.  They laced all the way up to her knees.  The heels were about the same height as the earlier boots.  Connie locked a pair of red leather cuffs around her ankles with an eighteen inch chain in between. 

     “Are you sure that this is necessary?” Traci asked, as Connie pulled her hair up into a ponytail and secured it in place.  “Yes.  You have to make Beth believe that I am following Mr. Proctor’s order to the letter, or she’ll tell on me.  She likes it when I get punished.”  She unlocked Traci’s collar, took it off, and then picked up the red vinyl hood and put it over Traci’s head.  She made sure the mouth, eye, and nose holes were where they should be.  She then pulled Traci’s ponytail through the hole in the top.  The outside covering of the hood was the same red vinyl as the cat suit, but the hood itself was made of leather.  It had a detachable gag and blindfold which lay on the counter in front of them.  The gag had the same style front panel of the pear gag, but the gag itself was a red rubber penis.  It looked plenty large, and Traci wasn’t thrilled that it would soon fill her mouth.  Connie laced the hood tightly onto her head and tied the laces in a bow at the nape of her neck.  The hood had its own built in posture collar that closed over the bow.  Connie locked it in place with a small padlock.  Traci looked down with some effort, and notice that the gag and blindfold also had holes for the tiny locks on the pins of their buckles.  “Here, put these on” Connie said, handing her a pair of leather cuffs that matched the ones now adorning her ankles.  Connie was sorting through a pile of inch wide, re leather straps.  Traci buckled the cuffs onto her wrists.  Connie locked a padlock on each wrist cuff and told her to stand up.  Traci obeyed her.  “Now put your hands on top off your head” she instructed.  Traci again complied.  “Now bark like a dog.”  “What?” Traci asked in surprise.  Connie giggled.  “You were following orders so well.  I just wanted to see if you’d do it.  The harness goes on like this.” 

     She proceeded to strap the harness on Traci’s vinyl covered body.  When she was finished, she turned Traci so she could again look in the mirror.  A center leather strap ran from just above her breasts, to a free end dangling a foot below her waist.   A leather strap came off either side of the ring at the top of the center strap, going over her shoulders and connecting in a V behind her neck to another ring.  Another strap ran down the center of her back from that ring.  Three horizontal straps ran from the front strap, around her body, buckling in back after intersecting with the back vertical strap.  They were at her waist and above and below her breasts.  Every buckle on the harness locked with another of the many tiny padlocks.  A fourth horizontal strap hung unbuckled midway down the back strap.  “What do you think?” Connie asked.  “It looks like I’m tied up before I even am” Traci commented.  “Where does this one connect?”  She asked pointing to the one hanging over her crotch.  “I’ll show you in a second.  Put your hands behind you.”  Traci placed her hands behind her, but Connie lifted them until they were parallel to each other in the small of her back.  “Hold them right there” she instructed.  Connie padlocked the rings on the wrist cuffs to a ring on the back of the harnesses’ vertical back strap, a few inches below her shoulder blades.  She then picked up a short leather strap and wrapped it around her bound forearms, then reaching between her legs; she grabbed the free strap and pulled it backwards through her crotch.  Linking it through the ring on the crotch strap, she pulled all of the slack out of it before buckling it and locking it with a padlock.  Fishing out the free strap attached to the one running down Traci’s back, she wrapped either end once around each arm above the elbow, pulled it tight, and then locked it in place.  “There you go, sweetie.  Now you look like you’re tied up, and you really are.”  She gave Traci a swat on her vinyl covered butt.  “This arrangement is good for spanking also.  You can’t put your hands down to put them in the way.  Everything comfortable?” she asked.  Traci struggled briefly against the confining web of leather straps.  Nothing budged at all.  “I guess that I’m as comfortable as I can be like this.”  “You know what comes next” Connie said, picking up the penis gag and holding it in front of her.  “Do you have to use that thing?” Traci complained.  “Yep, it goes with the helmet.”  She put the rubber tip to Traci’s lips.  “Any last words?”  When Traci opened her mouth to speak, she pushed the phallus into her mouth, until the front panel touched her lips.  “I’m sure that this isn’t the first time you’ve given a blow job.  Just pretend that this is the real thing.”  She pulled the straps tight and locked it in place.  Once again, Traci’s lips were sealed by the compresses foam in the front panel, and her tongue was trapped.  Her mouth wasn’t quite as full as with the pear gag, but the shaft almost reached the back of her throat. 

     Constance picked up a handful of leather straps and led her back out to the bedroom.  “I need you to stay put for a minute.”  She back Traci up to one of the bedposts, and soon Traci was secured to it by the leather straps.  Traci thought it was overkill.  She was already basically helpless before Connie had put a strap around the post and above her breasts, below her breasts, at her waist, her thighs, above and below her knees, and her ankles.  Traci had become one with the post.  The only body parts she could now move were her head and fingers.  Connie went into the closet and closed the door.  A few minutes later, when she came out, she had transformed.  She wore one of the light blue maid’s uniforms.  It came to mid thigh, with a white ruffled lace along the hem.  There was also lace at the ends of the puffy short sleeves and at the high collar.  She was now ‘Connie the maid’.  She walking into the dressing room, put her hair in a ponytail, and pinned on a lacy white maid’s hat.  Taking the apron she had with her, she tied it around her waist with a big bow in the back.  Her feet were shod in matching blue stiletto heels. 

     She put something in the apron pocket, picked up the hood’s blindfold, and walked over to Traci.  “What do you think?”  She spun around slowly.  “I am just a peasant girl again.”  All Traci could do was nod her head.  “I have to be in uniform at all times if there are guests in the house.  I changed after you got here.  Once again, if Beth caught me breaking the rules, she would tell on me in a heartbeat.”  She reached out and unzipped the zipper covering Traci’s left breast.  “Have I got a surprise for you!”  She reached into her apron pocket and came out with a small rubber band.  It was the kind that orthodontists use on people’s braces.  She stretched it in front of Traci’s wide eyes.  She shook her head and made as much noise as possible behind her gag.  She knew what was coming next.  Connie sucked Traci’s nipple into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.  When she removed her mouth, it was standing straight out.  She wrapped the rubber band around the base of the nipple until it had fully captured it.  Traci tried to pull away, but she was too tightly bound to the post.  She couldn’t move.  Connie flicked the nipple lightly with her finger and Traci flinched, making more gagged noises.  With a twinkle in her eye, Connie began to undo the other breast zipper very slowly.  Traci’s breast popped out, and there was no need to stimulate the nipple.  It was already rock hard.  It was soon bound like its twin.  Traci moaned into her gag.  “Is it really that bad?” Connie asked as she returned Traci’s breasts to their confinement.  Traci nodded in an exaggerated fashion.  “Do they hurt?”  Traci thought for a moment and then shook her head.  “You’re just mad because I put them there and you can’t take them off.  It’s back to the control thing” Connie explained.

     She clipped a matching leash to the silver ring on Traci’s collar and then released her from the post.  “Let’s go see Beth.  Remember what I told you.”  Tracy nodded.  Connie led her out of the bedroom and down the hall.  They stopped in front of the door where the television could be heard earlier.  It was still on.  Connie put her finger to her lips to signal for Traci to be quiet.  She just rolled her eyes, as if to say “How could I possibly make any noise”.  There was a large iron bolt with a heavy padlock, locking the door from the outside.  Connie brought the blindfold up to Traci’s face and buckled it and locked it in place.  Traci heard her unlock the bolt and slide it back with a thud.  Then Connie led her through the door.