MEDDLING WITH MANDY

By

ANNE GRAY

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone or promote any activity that is not entirely consensual!

I waited, watching closely as Mandy's chest rose, straining against the multiple restraints, to inhale air through the hollow nostril tubes. As soon as I judged her lungs were as full as they were going to get I abruptly hit the computer key that activated the program and closed the air intake of the gas mask clamped over her face.

No air could pass through or around the gag that was packed in her mouth and secured there with several tight turns of tape. Now, with her intake blocked, the only way she could inhale or exhale was at my whim, with help from the computer!

The same program activated the butt plug and dildo buried inside her at a low level and I used one long scarlet fingernail to delicately scratch her love nub as it peeked out through a slit in the tight leather crotch strap. Within moments it was engorged and erect.

As the computer clock clicked on 30 seconds the program opened the intake and shut down the inserts.

The system worked like a charm and my leather and latex covered Irish lass was in for a very frustrating time.

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Research, research and more research were my rules when I had settled my eyes on a target and I spent the last three months detailing the life of one Mandy!

Nearing thirty years of age she was about 5' 5", the red hair and green eyes would have marked her as Irish anywhere in the world.

Slim, with probably a 35 or 36" bust I put her weight at about 125 lbs, maybe 130.

She managed a small staff at a financial group and, while she seemed very good at her job, I thought I detected a measure of dissatisfaction somewhere in her life. Once, I deliberately bumped in to her and got a good look in those eyes. She had a smile on her face as I apologized but the eyes were not smiling, I could see something behind them that I just could not put a finger on.

Then a possible answer came to me – twenty-nine years old, unmarried, lots of friends but no serious men in her life and men with eyesight and half a brain in their heads would have been all over her so she must have discouraged them. Well now, this was going to get really interesting.

I wasn't sure where or how to take her. She spent a couple of evenings each week at the gym but almost as much time at the library picking out books and I had a problem with my usual method. The zapper worked like a dream on skin or through light clothing but this girl seemed to live in her leather coat when she was outside and I couldn't be sure of a one time successful hit.

It came down to one answer – I had to take her at home when she wasn't wearing that damn coat.

More research and I found the lock on her front door was a burglar's delight. It had to be a evening when she hadn't been to work out because I assumed she took a shower before she left the gym and I wanted her in her own bathroom - naked. I picked a Friday evening when she was out with friends, dressed in my leather slacks, a matching belted jacket, tight kid gloves and knee boots with block 2" heels and around 8 p.m., quietly walked up to her door. I was inside within a minute with my bag of tricks.

I knew I had time to look around because Mandy usually stayed out until about ten or eleven. First thing was to find a place to wait for her. The hall closet was out of the question because she'd hang up the coat when she came in. No, the bedroom wardrobe was the place. She would come in, throw her clothes off and head for the bathroom and I would be waiting.

In the meantime, as I looked around, our little Mandy took on a new personality. Tucked away in the bedside table were vibrators and other satisfying devices but then a little rummaging through the chest of drawers and lo and behold, a latex cat suit and all sorts of lovely fetish wear, even a can of baby powder.

The wardrobe held various clothing items made of leather and suede that I had seen her wearing but a box pushed under the bed revealed cuffs, straps and bondage gear. In all the time I had watched my prey she had friends over or visitors but nobody stayed the night. That could mean just one thing; with a little bit of luck Mandy was going to make my job very, very easy! I changed my plan to one of just watching to see what happened when she got home. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

I took a few sips of water directly from the kitchen tap and then settled myself in back of the wardrobe. With the door just ajar to give me a nice view of the room it was 10:30 when I heard her arrive and open the hall closet to hang up the coat. Then I watched as she came in the bedroom, flipped on the light, peeled off the rest of her clothes, grabbed the can of baby powder and headed for the bathroom.

Apparently she decided on a bath instead of a shower and I heard the toilet flush as the water was running into the tub. Twenty minutes after that she came in the bedroom smoothing powder over her limbs and pulled the cat suit from its hiding place. Shaking it out she added more powder through the various openings, sat on the bed and started working it on her body.

I couldn't repress a wide grin as she continued with her preparations for a night of satisfying her fantasies that, in turn, would lead to me satisfying mine!

The cat suit molded to her body like a second skin and she padded out of the room to the kitchen. A few moments later she was back sipping a large glass of water and carrying a flat dish about 2" deep and 6" square which she put down on the bed. She had a towel over her arm that also landed on the bed.

In quick succession she laced on a pair of ankle boots with 4" heels; they would have been quite acceptable at a cocktail party but with the cat suit they took on a very erotic tone. She took another drink of the water and then, while I almost choked repressing a giggle, she started working a large ball gag between her teeth.

It wasn't a jawbreaker but certainly large enough to take a bit of pushing. As it popped behind her teeth she buckled the strap at the back of her head and opened the drawer to the night table. I could guess why she chose to gag herself first because the dildo she produced was a considerable size. Unzipping the crotch of the suit she spent just a few minutes with her fingers before working the toy all the way in and closing the zip.

She waited for a few moments with her head thrown back, like she was catching her breath, and then reached for two sets of handcuffs. I noted that nothing had gone in the back entrance; something I would need to rectify.

The cuffs had about 6" of chain between them and she fitted the first set around her ankles then folded the towel and used it to cover her pillow. Smart girl. Ball gags equal drool and she was going to protect her nice pillow; in a few minutes I would help.

She snapped a cuff around her left wrist and then lay down on the bed on her stomach. She adjusted the dish so it was level with her thighs and about a foot off to the side. The blindfold had an elastic band to hold it in place and then she reached behind and with her right hand grabbed the chain between her ankles.

With her left hand she worked the other wrist cuff over the ankle chain and snapped it on her right wrist. When she let go of the ankle chain her body settled down in a fairly effective hogtie.

Very quietly I extradited myself from my cubbyhole and walked over to the bed. I didn't yet want her to know I was there so I moved with my legs slightly apart. Anyone who has worn leather slacks knows they make a very distinctive sound as the legs brush together. Looking down on the bed I had guessed correctly. The dish was full of ice and frozen in the middle was a key that had to be for the cuffs.

When she had had enough, or the night was over, she would roll on her side, reach into the, by then unfrozen, dish and retrieve the key to release herself. As I reached over to remove the dish she started squirming around and I heard a low humming; the dildo was battery powered and going full blast!

It was time for me to make my presence known. As I squeezed the wrist cuffs a notch tighter her body went rigid, her head came up off the towel and various muffled sounds escaped passed the gag. That was my next step. I unbuckled the gag strap while keeping a firm thumb on the middle of the ball and pulled the strap out. A few strips of duct tape sealed her mouth over the ball instead.

Like I say, ball gags mean drool and even though the leather helmet I was going to lace on her was lined with rubber the tape would avoid a mess to clean up later. It was a full helmet with just nostril holes and extra padding over the ears. I pulled it over her head; blindfold and all, and then laced it down the back, finishing the job with my own very tight gag strap across her mouth.

Pushing her over on her side I opened the crotch zip and turned off the vibrator; from now on I would decide when she had any fun or satisfaction.

Taking the dish to the kitchen I ran hot water on it until the ice melted and I could get the key, using a towel to protect my kid gloves I dried it off and set the dish upside down on the draining board beside the sink. Everything needed to look normal when we left!

With Mandy both quiet and helpless I spent some time taking a more detailed look around and piling my discoveries on the kitchen table. My she did have some interesting items and I wished I had the time to review her computer's history!

It was just on midnight as I selected two items and moved back to the bedroom. Opening my bag I unfolded the kid leather straight jacket and arranged it on the bed before pulling her back on her stomach with her chest on the jacket.

Using a pair of my own handcuffs I joined her left wrist to the matching ankle and unlocked the cuff on her right wrist. It was not hard to work her right arm in the sleeve of the jacket and then reverse the cuffs to do the same thing with her left arm. Closing the straps across her back I against released her right wrist and bent her arm across her back pulling the strap on the end of the sleeve under her chest and across to where I could put a knee on the buckle.

The left arm received similar treatment except that I tucked it over the right arm and pulled that strap above the elbow and under the bicep so I could join the two straps and pull them very tight under her breasts. Anyone can put a straight jacket on with the arms across the front but I always preferred to fold the arms across the back; it made the breasts stand out quite impressively.

With her still on her stomach I opened the crotch of the suit and squeezed a good dose of KY in her rosebud before putting pressure, accompanied by a few judicious twists, on one of her spare toys and forcing it up her back entrance.

Closing the zip I turned her over and sat on her thighs while I removed the ankle cuffs. The other item I had selected from her collection was a very tight pair of latex panties and I worked them up her legs until they snapped in place over her buttocks. Now she had a double layer of latex holding the toys inside and I added some insurance.

Re-attaching the ankle cuffs I reached between her legs to get a hold of the strap from the waist band of the jacket, pulled it through and buckled it to its partner in the small of her back. It made a very effective crotch strap. My bag gave up a thigh hobble with a 3" chain that I fixed above her knees.

When I had been checking out the wardrobe I spotted a below the knee leather skirt that I pulled off its padded hanger and worked up her legs. Swinging her around I pulled her into a position on the side of the bed with her feet on the floor and tethered her ankles to the leg of the bed.

She tried to put up a rather weak struggle considering the mess she was in but I gave her a quick slap across the side of her head and she settled down to sit quietly although I thought I detected a muffled sob.

A brief look out the window told me it was raining heavily and that was just fine with me. I got her keys from her purse and went to the hall closet for the coat. It was a bit tight across the chest but otherwise fitted me quite well. I found a wide brimmed rain hat on the shelf and pulled that on then went out to bring my car as close as possible. Back inside I packed all of her goodies along with the clothes I had selected from her drawers and wardrobes and took them out to the car.

The front closet gave up a trench coat and a headscarf that I took in the bedroom. After releasing her ankles and pulling her to her feet, I draped the coat over her shoulders and just managed to button the front then cinched the belt around her waist over the empty sleeves. I wrapped the head square loosely over the helmet, knotted it under her chin and pulled up the coat collar.

I pushed her back to sit on the bed while I took a last look around to make sure there was no indication of what had happened. As a last thought I also checked through the kitchen cupboards and found a stash of glad money that I pocketed, I mean what was she going to do with it when I got her home?

I straightened the bed, hung the towel back in the bathroom, turned out the lights and pulled her through the door towards my car with an arm around her shoulders. The late hour and the rain meant we were the only two around; no dog walkers or home coming partygoers were about. Opening the back door I pushed down on her head and, with a quick shove in the back, she landed face down across the seat.

A couple of loops of rope around her ankles and the end yanked through the belt of the trench coat put her back in the hogtie. Another push and she rolled to the floor, gagged, blind, partially deafened by the helmet, helpless and, most importantly, out of sight.

The whole process had taken less than two minutes and, while I was glad of her now soaking wet coat, the rain had provided excellent cover, it was just passed one in the morning when I settled myself behind the wheel and headed home.

An hours' careful drive later I pulled in my garage and closed the door.

Less than another hour later we were ready for bed. In Mandy's case I had just removed the scarf, coat, skirt and ankle boots then, after lashing her ankles and knees together, laced her in a single leg ballet boot before stretching her out on the bed.

That glass of water she had drunk before starting her self-bondage session would have to suffice until morning. Personally, I took a quick shower, had a bite to eat and a relaxing drink then snuggled up to her like we were a pair of spoons. The leather of the straightjacket felt lovely against my naked breasts and after pulling up the covers, I then draped an arm over to gently massage Mandy's kid encased tits and drifted off in a satisfied sleep.

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Now it was two days later and she was in the middle of learning just one lesson. She was mine; I controlled her, I let her breathe, I let her climax and I had her all to myself!

As the computer program ran through its sequence it randomly shut down her ability to breathe for 10, 15, 30 and 45 second periods. I had programmed two and three minute intervals to allow her to recover yet the sudden shutting down of her air was going to really teach her who was in control.

Her arms were locked in a single binder and then, with some difficulty, I had installed single ballet boots that laced to her thighs and strapped her legs wide apart. The rest of it was window dressing but she could feel every lace, every strap and every piece of leather and latex!

Eventually I would allow her to come and by that time she should be ready to thank me. Yes, I was meddling with Mandy's mind but I couldn't help thinking, after what I had found out about her private lifestyle, that I was probably also just making Mandy's day!

MEDDLING WITH MANDY!

Chapter 3 – Messing with Monika

By

Anne Gray

Author's note: As suggested by several readers the sequel posted to "Meddling with Mandy" titled "Mad About Mandy" should now be treated as Chapter 2 of the story. This then is Chapter 3. Your input was appreciated. Anne

The hood of her raincoat was certainly protecting her from the rain but it was also making it very easy for me to remain unseen. As the staccato click of her high heels came closer to my position I could see her head was bent against the driving rain and her kid gloved fingers were holding the red plastic tightly against her neck.

In this weather we were the only two around and she didn't know that it was time for us to meet again. As she passed between the open side door of the van and the building alcove where I was waiting the plastic coat was keeping the rain off but it was no match for the taser as I touched her shoulder.

I caught her before she had a chance to hit the pavement. With a lift and a twist I used her own weight to have her upper torso land on the floor of the van and then with another push got her legs inside. After a quick check to make sure she hadn't dropped anything I joined her inside and slid the door closed.

As soon as it latched several things happened, the inside light came on, Mandy started the engine and pulled away and I straddled Monika's back. Curtains covered the back windows and a larger one ran from side to side just behind the driver seat keeping the light from showing.

There was a groan from the body under me but she was still weak as I grabbed her wrists and twisted them into the small of her back then reached for one of the hanks of ¼" cord. With several quick twists of the cord her arms were soon securely held with the wrists crossed then I reach up and pulled the hood of the raincoat back, grabbed a handful of red hair and yanked her head back. The ball gag needed pressure to get it between her teeth but once popped in place the strap around the back of her neck was redundant – I buckled it tightly anyway.

As she recovered from the taser shock I was wrapping several turns of cord around her ankles. The knee boots were leather but must have been treated with something because the rain had not damaged them and they gleamed even in the fairly dim light.

The raincoat came almost to her ankles and I used more cord over the semi translucent red plastic to lash her knees together then did the same with her elbows.

The whole operation had only taken a couple of minutes, although it certainly seemed like more and I sat back on my heels to take a deep breath and watch as Monika came back to reality. I pushed back the hood of the two-piece clear vinyl rain suit I was wearing over my kid leather cat suit and studied my newest acquisition.

She was known as the "Black Widow" in Mandy's office. Everyone thought that Monika was doing any dirty work the boss told her to do and she did it with great glee until the staff had learned to dread her approach. Over the past few months Mandy had been her favorite target and I had decided to do something about it. Once again research had paid off but this time I had the advantage of an "inside snitch" – Mandy.

I now knew that, in fact, Monika was on a two-year transfer from the company head office in Germany and was supposed to be an efficiency expert while, in reality; she was the owner's daughter who loved throwing her weight around. Now it was my turn.

I added a blindfold before I pulled the hood back over her head and rolled the corded plastic form against the wall of the van. The wide webbing straps meant to secure any load locked her against it. Turning off the light I slid the curtain back and stepped through to the passenger seat beside Mandy. She was driving very carefully in the dreadful weather but did send a worried look at me as I settled in the seat and did up my safety belt.

She looked delicious buttoned and belted in the shiny black rubber maxi coat topped with a matching sou'wester; I told her to concentrate on the road, everything else was just fine. The van was an automatic so the rubber ballet boots Mandy was wearing gave her no problems on the pedals; her tightly gloved hands could still hold the wheel and half an hour later we pulled in my garage.

She had learned to walk in the boots too so was able to help me by taking Monika's ankles while I took the shoulders and we carried our new guest to the playroom and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor.

Now I had to return the van to the rental agency but first I had Mandy hold out her hands and make fists while I laced on some black rubber mitts. Then I tightened the wrist straps on the sleeves of the coat and hooked the clasps on reinforced belt loops on each side of her waist. She looked at me with that big-eyed stare as if to say, "I was helping".

"Open up Sweetheart" I said as I pushed a black rubber ball in her mouth and covered the lower half of her face with shiny black tape that matched the coat. "Just stand around and watch your friend, I'll be back in an hour."

I knew from the last few months we had spent together that being restrained in any manner was the same as foreplay to Mandy and she would be as hot as a poker when I got back. Monika wasn't going anywhere.

The clerk at the rental agency tried hard not to let me see how she was studying my outfit as I signed the papers to return the van. My rain suit had elastic cuffs at the ankles that kept the legs tightly against the heeled rubber boots I was wearing and similar elastic at the wrists fitted the sleeves against my gloves. With the hood up I was as close to waterproof as you could be and, as I walked to my own car, I wondered if she would be worth a little "research" in the future.

Back home I peeled of the two pieces of clear vinyl and ignored Mandy as I changed my boots for a pair of leather high-heeled knee boots that matched my cat suit. Now in full Domme mode I studied the other two in the room and decided that Mandy should be the first to receive my attention.

She "mewled" at me as I clipped her wrists together behind her back and then made her stand in front of my chair as I sat and unbuckled the belt of the shiny black rubber coat and un-did the buttons from the waist down. That gave me access to the zip on the skintight leather pants and I opened it and pulled them down almost to her knees. She wobbled on the ballet boots as I worked but managed to keep her balance until I got up and bent her over the arms of my chair, flipped the skirt of the coat up over her back and worked in a lubricated butt plug.

The moaning became louder as I pulled her upright again and reached around to slide in a 7" dildo, lubrication was un-needed, and yanked the leather pants up again. I fastened the buttons and belt of her coat and then pulled her over to what I called the "half chair". She had been simmering since we got home but now I was going to let her stew while I attended to Monika.

The "chair" was shaped like one but was only 12" wide. Made of heavy sheet metal it was bolted to the floor and had one front leg that came to knee height then curved into a seat shape before turning up again to form the back. Spaced at one inch intervals along the full length of each edge were small metal loops that acted as anchoring points. I found that with regular chairs you could not get rope or straps nearly as tight because they were wider that the person sitting in them, this one solved that problem.

It took nearly fifteen minutes but by then Mandy was a shiny black rubber covered form corded immovably in the metal chair where she would continue to stew because there was nothing she could do to relieve the building frustration in her loins. I slid my hand over the smooth cap of her sou'wester, kissed her taped mouth and turned to Monika.

The blindfolded, gagged and bound form covered in red plastic was doing some wriggling and getting nowhere fast. She stiffened when I rolled her on her back and sat on her stomach; then started grunting and whining around the ball gag. That got even more muffled as I took off the gag strap around her head and stuck several wide strips of tape across her mouth to contain the drool that is always the end result of having a rubber ball stuffed in your mouth.

I folded back the hood of her coat then flipped her over to her back and moved to kneel at the top of her head. Her hair was red but not the natural Irish red of Mandy; I had a feeling that when I got a chance to look at the lower bush I would find that some chemical help had been used. Removing the blindfold I gathered the tresses that were down to her shoulder blades and pulled it to the crown of her head. I knotted a long piece of rawhide as close to her scalp as possible and then plaited the hair and rawhide into one long braid.

Sliding a steel ring halfway down the braid I twisted its end through several times and tied it off with the ends of the rawhide. Rolling Monika across the floor until she was under the ceiling pulley I clipped the hook at the end of the pulley rope through the steel ring and took up the slack. When her upper body was clear of the floor I lifted her to her feet and quickly yanked on the rope to hold her upright by her hair before I tied it off to a wall bracket.

She didn't stand a chance and in minutes was standing naked (proving me right about her hair colour) with her hands cuffed behind her and ankles tied together. I unhooked her hair from the pulley and dragged her over to stand facing the top plate of the holding frame.

With a bit of pressure I pushed her head in the lightly padded opening until the oval framed her face around the hairline and just in front of her ears. A wide strap across the back of her head held it in place. Two more straps buckled tightly, one under her arms and across her shoulder blades and the other at waist height, forced her breasts to poke through two more openings as they crushed her upper torso against the padded metal plate.

I pulled the steel ring on the hair braid through an anchor hook on the plate above her head to further lock it in place. With her completely helpless and held against the frame it was an easy matter to secure her elbows to either side and work on her hands and arms one at a time.

Fingers forced into fists and stiff leather mitts laced up her forearms led to the next step where I released her right elbow, twisted the arm up her back and fed the strap at the end of the mitt through a bracket just above her right collar bone; the left arm got similar treatment. From either side I looped a strap with a ratcheted buckle around her elbows and fitted its lever in place. Three or four pumps of the lever took up the slack and a few more started to pull her arms in the wicked reverse prayer position.

Giving her muscles a chance to adjust I moved around in front of the frame and stripped the tape off her mouth. Getting my fingers behind the ball it popped out and she worked her jaw as much as the oval allowed then screamed as I twisted a nipple. That allowed a ring gag to fit in behind her teeth to replace the ball.

There were ½" wide leather bands attached to the frame around the base of each breast and after they were tightened they gave the glands a very satisfying bulge. The snap of the nipple clips was almost drowned out by the throaty wail that came through the ring gag.

I loosened the hinged pipes projecting from the bottom corners of the plate, swung them out in a wide V and locked them in place. Untying her ankles I grabbed her right leg pulling up and out until I could strap the ankle to the end of the pipe. When the left leg followed Monika lost all contact with the floor and was very vulnerable. Several more straps above and below the knees and around the thighs completed her attachment to the frame and I adjusted the whole thing on its axis until the helpless form was at a 45-degree angle.

I stuck a piece of toweling through the ring gag to stop the drool and, just for fun, attached a couple of weights to the nipple clamps before moving over to Mandy for the next step.

I removed the sou'wester and stroked her hair while I explained what was going to happen.

"In a minute Mandy I'm going to lace you in a nice tight leather discipline helmet that only has openings under the nostrils so you can breathe. Then I'm going to get you out of that chair and the raincoat and put a large butt plug in your left hand, a equally impressive dildo in your right hand and clip the penis plug that matches Monika's gag to your belt."

"You are going to play my version of that childhood game Pin the Tail on the Donkey. I will take you to the middle of the room and turn you around a few times and then you have to find Monika and insert the objects I've given you in their respective openings. Only when you have done that will I let you get some satisfaction."

Mandy looked up at me and I swear she grinned at me with her eyes then looked over at her suspended tormentor before she nodded as if to say "let's get on with it."

True to my word I soon had her standing in the middle of the room. The helmet had completely unnecessary straps pulled tightly around her mouth and across her leather covered eyes only because I liked the way they made her look. The skintight leather slacks were tucked inside the ballet boots and her arms were covered in shoulder length kid gloves that matched the tight, bolero leather jacket.

I held her for a moment to let her get her balance then turned her around a few times before letting go. With a pitcher of ice cold cocktails beside me I sat on a sofa against one wall and watched the scene unfold.

Waving her arms, with the two toys in her hands, Mandy took some tentative steps forward and ended up banging in to the wall near the doorway. Turning around she came straight across the room and ended up stopped by the sofa where I was sitting. She sat down and took the weight off the ballet boots for a few minutes and then, having got her bearings in the room, stood and tottered right over to the frame.

With a happy grunt she ran her hands over Monika to establish her position then slid the butt plug down between the bound girl's ass cheeks and pushed it home with one hard thrust. The dildo followed and then she felt her way around to the front, unclipped the penis plug from her belt and slid it up the plate until she located the opening of the ring gag and twisted it home as well.

Not sure what to do next Mandy just stood there and I walked over to gather her wrists behind her back and cuff them.

"Well, Monika, your on that frame for three days until your new owner comes to collect you and take you aboard his yacht after he gives me a very large payment. You might be interested to know he has his own castle and it's on the Rhine so you should feel quite at home but I doubt you'll be comfortable. I will feed you through that gag if and when I feel like it. Every so often we will wheel over a nice little machine with a sealed but flushable container and give you a nice cold cleaning out. In the meantime let's see if you can get your forearms to touch."

And touch they did as I gave the lever several quick pumps before I took Mandy by the arm and led her to the bedroom to get her reward!

MEDDLING WITH MANDY

Chapter 4 – Bethany's Baptism.

By

Anne Gray

God! She was a walking wet dream. The fitted two-piece suit of light brown and green tweed had a chocolate brown leather collar, lapels and a matching belt. Dark brown leather piping encircled the end of each sleeve and the hem of her knee length thigh hugging skirt.

The knee-high boots with 4” heels, tight kid gloves, handbag hooked over her left arm and the po' boy cap topping off this vision were the same chocolate colored leather.

I estimated she was about 5' 6” without the heels and that the straight blonde hair swinging just to her shoulders was probably natural. As she passed within a few feet of me I could see that her eyes were blue, delicately highlighted with the same perfect touch that had applied the glistening red lipstick to a luscious pair of full lips.

Leaving my coffee half finished I mentally threw the rest of my plans for the day out the window, picked up my own purse and fell in a short way behind her. This one was going to be mine one way or another, at least for a few weeks, until I had her trained and a buyer lined up.

As she left the shopping mall and started across the parking lot I stayed close enough to see her fish her keys from the handbag. She glanced at me as I walked passed the mid sized Cadillac she was unlocking. I made a mental note of the license number before quickening my step to my own vehicle.

There was plenty of time to get settled and then follow a distance behind the Caddie for what turned out to be a ten minute drive ending with her pulling in the driveway of a neat bungalow as the garage door opened automatically. Now I had her street address.

Back home Mandy was still at work for another couple of hours and I spent that time on the computer hacking for information based on the license plate. Printing off a copy of the findings I poured myself a drink and settled down to wait for my lovely sub and bondage toy to come home.

Monika had been gone from our tender care for several weeks and I had been feeling a little restless but now, after this afternoon, I felt much more invigorated. To work off my excess energy I was waiting as Mandy turned from shutting the front door only to find a large ball gag being shoved in her mouth.

Twenty minutes later I had her kneeling in front of me - stripped, arms locked behind her back in a leather sheath, feet laced in ankle high ballet boots, the ball gag replaced with a rubber covered steel ring and her tongue working overtime where it could do the most good. Holding her head with two handfuls of hair I leaned back, closed my eyes and pictured it was the vision I had seen earlier in her place; even her name was beautiful – Bethany!

Satiated for the time being I helped Mandy up to sit beside me on the chesterfield, removed the ring gag, gave her a sip of wine and held the printout so she could read it. “We have a new project and this is the start of the research phase,” I told her as, with my other hand, I started to return the favour.

A few weeks of intensive research and the folder on Bethany Stuart was a ½” thick. She lived alone, was 26 years old and divorced after a three year marriage to the son of a very well off public figure. The son had problems keeping his cock in his pants, even with such a gorgeous wife, hence the house and an extremely generous settlement allowed her to live comfortably indulging herself however she wished.

Not surprisingly she did some part-time modeling but, in most cases, since she didn't need the money she did a contra deal that had her keep her pick of the clothes she modeled. Consequently, as had been obvious the first time I saw her and a few times during the weeks of research, her wardrobe consisted of high-end outfits. Luckily they were not one-off designer items but were available at expensive retail outlets and that meant an idea I was developing became feasible.

Now all I needed was Bethany. Several mornings each week she worked out at a local gym so very early one morning Mandy dropped me at the end of our target's street and in minutes I was through the side door of her garage keeping the Caddie company.

Like most houses on the street the double garage had two more entrances beside the one whose lock I had just picked - the main overhead door and a direct entry to the house. It was unlocked and on the other side was a laundry room that, in turn, led to the kitchen where I stopped to get my bearings on the rest of the layout.

It wasn't hard to figure out so I left my bag of tricks on the floor except for one item and moved carefully down to the master bedroom at the end of the center hall. The door was open, well why wouldn't it be she did live alone? Sliding the cloth out of its plastic baggie I reached over the sleeping form and held it inches away from her face. After a couple of minutes, as her breathing got progressively deeper, I poked her shoulder with a finger and, getting no reaction, put the anesthetic soaked pad back in the bag. It would be at least two hours before she started to surface.

A trip to the kitchen for my supplies and then I folded the bedclothes back to admire my soon to be newest houseguest. Oh baby, are we going to have fun together, I thought; at least Mandy and I will.

I gave Mandy a call on my cell to let her know that things had gone according to plan then looked for Bethany's home office and found her daily calendar. Seeing that there was nothing planned and no appointments scheduled for the day I raised a quick thank you to the powers that be for giving me at least a clear 24 hours and went to work.

Believe it or not the fashion plate was sleeping in a long flannel nightgown that I left on as I used several lengths of cord to bind her ankles, knees and then the wrists and elbows behind her back. The gag was a ball with an opening through the middle that I would plug as soon as she started to wake up. While she was out I wanted to make sure she had all the air necessary. A leather blindfold strapped over the blonde tresses then I went to check that the house was completely closed down.

Curtains drawn in every room, I returned to the kitchen and found a carton of orange juice in the fridge. It looked a little bit silly holding a glass in my kid gloved hand but they wouldn't come off until I was out of the place and back home.

I found the keys to the Cadillac hanging on a hook by the door to the garage and then her linen cupboard that gave up a couple of sheets. After using those to line the trunk of the car, starting with the front hall closet, I began to transfer her stuff. Naturally most of the first load was outerwear – leather jackets, full-length coats, raincoats including a beautiful classic trench in butterscotch leather and designer winter boots.

Checking the other two bedrooms I found she had her spring and summer wardrobe in one and colder weather outfits in the other. In the car it went, it's amazing, when you don't worry about creasing things, how much you can pack in a small space. I used the front passenger seat area as well.

As I was doing this I kept checking on the state of Bethany and also sorted out the outfit I had seen her wearing that first time – it was my ticket out of here.

As she started to recover her senses I unfolded a stretchy rubber sheath and worked her body inside so I could zip it from ankle to neck leaving off the full head hood until she was completely awake.

When I judged it was time I fitted hollow hard rubber tubes in Bethany's nostrils, plugged the hole in her gag and stretched the top of the rubber sheath tightly over her head until I could close it around her neck and fasten the buckle. The nose tubes poked through and the rise and fall of her chest showed me that she was getting enough air.

Bethany had awoken to her bondage 101 baptism and, while she didn't know it yet, she was signed up for the full course!

With some effort I got her up and over my shoulder then, with a couple of stops along the way, out to the garage and across the back seat of the Caddie. Using more cord and the anchor points for the seat belts I lashed her down flat on her back. A few trips to pile more stuff on top of the helpless form, making sure to keep her head clear then I stripped myself and threw everything I was wearing, except my gloves, in the car.

It took just a few minutes to neatly make her bed and get dressed. Bethany was only an inch taller than Mandy and about the same amount shorter than me so I knew things would fit – they did and they made me feel gorgeous. Well, the boots were a touch tight but livable. I combed out the blonde wig from my bag, settled it in place and then added the po'boy cap. Hey, I thought looking in the mirror, if no one gets close enough to check my eye colour just call me Bethany!

I found her handbag and checked that everything she would normally need was in it. Well, she was going to disappear and you can't do that without a full purse, now can you?

There was not a peep from the rubber encased form on the back seat as “Bethany” pulled the Cadillac from the garage, closing it automatically behind her, and left.

YES!

Even though my house was fairly remote there was no point in taking any chances so I parked the Caddie safely out of sight in the garage. Before starting to unload my trophies I went and changed to something more appropriate for the occasion – a black leather cat suit.

Mandy had taken the day off and between us we soon had all the clothes hanging on temporary racks in a spare room to be sorted later then we picked up Bethany and carted her through to the playroom.

An hour later, unless Bethany had something in her history I had missed, she was experiencing her first taste of leather bondage. We had left the rubber hood in place but stripped off the rest of the sheath then, working like a well oiled team we laced her into a black leather corset that covered her torso from neck to hips but left her breasts bulging through a couple of openings.

With her shape she really didn't need a corset but it was necessary to get the correct “bondage” effect. Her elbows and forearms met behind her back and were locked in a laced and buckled single leather sleeve. We stood her up so we could bend her over a thigh high bar, spread her legs and tie her ankles to the posts holding the bar.

I had promised Mandy that she could have some fun so I took a position in front of the bar, with Bethany's head held between my thighs as I pulled up on the arm sheath to lift it out of the way, and watched in amusement.

There was a first time for everything and this was the first time Mandy had not been the recipient of the two relatively large items she held. I stifled a laugh as I saw her look of concentration while she lubricated the butt plug by spreading KY from a tube with her latex gloved hands then positioned the knob at Bethany's rear entrance.

She raised her eyes to look at me as if for reassurance. When I nodded she began pushing and Bethany began bucking against my hold. That didn't do her any good and the thick rubber toy slowly disappeared as Mandy continued the pressure. The blonde's rosebud contracted to almost normal size as the narrow end of the plug went inside and the base flange met her skin.

“Why don't you see if you can find some natural lubrication for the dildo Mandy?”

When I said that she looked at her glistening latex fingers and then smiled as she understood and reached in to start manipulating them in the captive vagina. I don't think it was more than a minute before she found the clitoris and had both hands fully occupied.

I reached under the squirming body with one hand and captured a nipple to roll between my fingers and then scratch with a fingernail. After a while Mandy looked at her gloves again to confirm why they were sliding around so easily then grabbed the dildo and literally shoved it home in one shot.

After releasing her ankles I held her as Mandy worked a pair of tight latex panties up Bethany's legs and over her buttocks then attached a crotch strap to the back of the corset, handed the end through to me and I fed it through a buckle at the front and yanked it tight.

Dropping her to the floor we strapped her legs in several places and then worked them in a single thigh high boot with a 7” heel. Even with both of us doing the lacing it was a good 15 minutes before the gleaming black leather was smooth and very tight. Lifting her to lie on the adjustable table we strapped her down and then tilted it to a 45-degree angle and removed the rubber hood.

The blindfold and gag were still in place and before we removed them we each pulled on a black leather half mask to heighten the effect. Just this once I had allowed Mandy to wear one of my black leather Domme outfits and, while she was trying so hard to look menacing, and I expected Bethany would think she was, I was having trouble keeping a straight face; the mask would help!

The blindfold came off to reveal a flushed face and a pair of beautiful but tearful blue eyes. I lowered my voice and growled at Bethany, “I am going to take out the gag and let my associate give you a drink of water but I don't want to hear any yelling or screaming. Do you understand?”

She looked at me then turned, studied Mandy before turning back to me with a small nod of her head – it was the only thing she could move anyway.

So that was how Bethany entered our control.

Later that evening, after dark, dressed again in Bethany's tweed outfit I drove the Caddie into town and left it parked on a side street in a particularly notorious district. Mandy had followed in my car and we were soon back home again.

My guess was that before morning the Cadillac would have been stolen and, by noon, disappeared completely in a chop shop.

The next morning Mandy had gone back to work and I had taken a mold of Bethany's head from which I made a very thin flesh coloured acrylic facemask that slotted into the back half with shaped openings for her ears. The only other openings were at the nose where two ½” extensions fitted in her nostrils and a very tiny needle valve at the center of the lips that controlled the rubber gag bladder attached inside.

The two pieces were locked in place by a band around her throat and a small padlock at the nape of her neck. The first time the mask was padlocked in place I freed Bethany's hands and told her to feel it and learn why it could not be taken off without help so her only option was to follow instructions and do as she was told. Then I pumped up the gag bladder.

I was quite proud of the work but had to admit that it was Mandy's delicate touch that painted the features. As a reward I clamped her and Bethany together for a couple of hours sharing a double dildo with new long life batteries.

Over the next few days Bethany spent quite a lot of time in the mask practicing walking in a pair of knee high ballet boots. Since she couldn't see or speak I was able to leave her arms free for balance but as she got increasingly steady on the boots I started adding bits and pieces of bondage during the sessions.

By the next weekend I was ready to test my idea. First, Mandy got plugged, gagged and strapped securely in the half chair to watch the proceedings. By the end of the day she would be so aroused I'd be lucky to get any sleep that night.

Bethany was naked except for the mask. “Like most of us women Bethany, I bet you can get dressed with your eyes closed so why don't we see? If you feel in front of you you will find everything you need and they are your own clothes so get started with the bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. There is a chair behind you to sit on while you put them on then I'll tell you what is next.”

My video camera caught it all as I led her through the rest of the outfit including a black pageboy wig, dangly earrings and 4” black pumps. There she was helpless because of the mask but otherwise free. The long sleeved white shirtwaist dress buttoned down the front and hugged her upper body but then, below the wide black leather belt, flared down to just below her knees.

Short kid gloves matched the belt and the shoes.

I led her to the end of the room telling her she was at the start of a runway and on command she would start modeling then I went back to my spot and got the camera ready again. “Go.”

I made a few adjustments and shot the same scene several times. The difference was that at the end of her walk she turned and revealed that her arms were now tightly bound up between her shoulders with white cord and her feet in black ballet boots.

I spent the evening editing, resulting in a video that opened with a shot of the inside of the mask showing the gag and nostril inserts then pulled away as it slowly settled on Bethany's face. I used an angle that didn't allow her face to show so there was not a problem of recognition. Then this gorgeous naked (but unrecognizable) female slowly started dressing in upscale but everyday clothes before starting to walk down the runway.

By the time she reached the end she had been transformed to a beautiful and severely bound figure.

I sent this test video to a very good friend with a bondage pay site and suggested they put it up as a teaser.

Over the last few years I had often read messages on the net that a lot of bondage enthusiasts, while they enjoyed the leather and latex fetish wear, were really turned on by the thought of using everyday street wear. I planned to fill that void with Bethany.

I asked my friend to advertise that, for a price the model in the teaser would dress and be restrained to their specifications; included was a list of her wardrobe. All they had to do was submit a description of their fantasy and a bid as to how much it would be worth to them to see it fulfilled.

Within days the response had been incredible and overwhelming but most of the ideas were completely feasible – as Bethany proved time after time. I did find it a bit strange that the most asked for piece of clothing was the trench coat! After several very profitable weeks I put the word out discretely that the model was available.

While we are waiting for the bidding to stop Mandy and I continue to spend several nights a week with Bethany ring gagged and stretched between us on the bed as we enjoy her body and put to good use a couple of large strap-ons while we let our hands go wherever they want.