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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.

 

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