Super Tight Bondage
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Super Tight Bondage
Most of my work involves decorative rope, restrictive or otherwise. Some leather, collars, cuffs, etc as well.
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That evening
after my first day at work, I unlocked the front door to be welcomed by Alex,
saying, "Don't utter a word, I have a surprise for you. Get your clothes off and
let me tighten your laces. I am sure they have loosened during the day."
I had to strip
there and then just inside the front door. Alex attached a heavy chain to my
collar, which he connected to something above me. He manacled my wrists. "Hold
your mouth wide open." I did as I was told. A ball was forced behind my teeth,
attached to a strap that was fastened at the back of my head. He then proceeded
to take all the slack out of my laces, continuing until I could hardly breathe.
I was unable to protest, only grunt.
"Just walk along
to the kitchen." I looked round to see if he had unchained me, then I noticed he
had attached the chain to a pulley running along the ceiling. So that is what he
had been doing while I have been at work. The crafty sod. "These rails run
throughout the house, you are chained to a motorised unit that I can control by
this box, I can shorten or lengthen the chain, I can also set it to restrict you
to certain parts of the house. You will be chained to this rail at all times
while you are in the house; I might add, with no exceptions except when
showering. Even this will be overcome—I have ordered a metal collar to replace
the leather one."
The motor above
me hummed, and I was being led at a very slow pace into the kitchen by the
chain. I was unable to resist its pull. The chain directed me to a position by
the table; it did not allow me to sit down. Looking up I could see where I would
be channeled. A single rail entered the door which then split into three: one to
the sink, one to the cooker and one ended where I was now. It looked like a
railway system fixed upside down on the ceiling.
Standing there in
my very tight-laced corset, gagged and chained to the ceiling seemed bizarre.
After the initial shock, I was warming to the idea of my movements being
controlled within the house, although I was not sure about the ball in my mouth.
It certainly made me feel pleasantly vulnerable.
"I know you are
incapable of speech, just nod in answer. How do you like my new system?" I
shrugged my shoulders. "You will get used to it in time. Is your corset tight
enough?"
I nodded an
emphatic 'yes.' How could I tell him it was too tight.
"Good. This is
the first time I have been able to completely close the edges. I will order a
new corset with two inches smaller at the waist, with certain modifications. Did
your boss approve of how you were dressed?"
Alex repositioned
my arms in front of me. The chain tightened, pulling me towards the sink, then
lengthened to allow more movement. "Right, you get on with the vegetables and I
will see to the meat."
During the meal I
had been relieved of the gag, but was warned not to talk, which frustrated me; I
was longing to tell him all about my day. I ate very little, not wanting to
cause any further discomfort while the corset was so tight. The gag was
replaced, Alex punched his controller, I was forcibly raised from my chair and
directed to the sink again. "I will give you a set time to wash up, then you
will be automatically brought through to the lounge.”
After what seemed
a long time at the sink, I was pulled extremely slowly towards the lounge. It
must have taken ten minutes. I was directed in front of my chair, but the chain
did not lengthen to allow me to sit down. Alex was not in the room. A whole hour
passed before he appeared.
"I am sorry
darling, I was working on the PC in the study and lost the track of time," Alex
said as he repositioned my hands behind my back. He lowered the chain so that I
could sit down at last.
That night, once
being released from the tight restrictions of corset, was sheer bliss and the
lovemaking wonderful. My predictions of improving our sex was certainly paying
off and was worth all the discomfort and embarrassment. We talked late into the
night. Alex explained that this would be the only time I would be allowed to
talk in our home, although I did mention the ball gag was uncomfortable, but
accepted I would have to wear it.
The weeks went
by, and we were both enjoying my corseting and bondage to the fullest.
One Saturday
morning, a parcel arrived in the post. Alex said this would be my new corset and
collar. Without a word, he pressed the keys on his controller and I was led by
the chain to the bedroom, where I was forced to stand in the centre of the room
while Alex inspected his new purchases downstairs.
"I see you are
still here," he said mischievously, entering the bedroom. "Let's remove your old
corset and fit you with the new one."
It was in
gorgeous gold leather and smelt wonderful. It was easier to put on as it could
be opened at the front. Alex began lacing the back, and I realised it was a
below-the-bust style with detachable platforms to support my bare breasts. As
the laces were tightened further, my breasts rose steadily higher, until they
were almost at shoulder height. I was amazed how far they protruded in front of
me. I could not make any comment, as I was still ball-gagged.
"There, what a
figure!" said Alex with pride. "Next comes the metal collar, It is styled the
same as the dog's collar, with studs, name plate, D-rings and padlock, all made
in solid silver. The collar is hinged at the back, with the padlock positioned
at the front. As I close it I am coating the ends with super glue, and the same
with the padlock, so now you will not be able to remove it, nor will I."
"There is just
one more item," he said as he went out of the door. He returned with a long
steel bar with two 6" bars welded at right angles. This he then proceeded to fit
to the motorised unit, replacing the chain. I was backed up to the bar. "I am
attaching the D-ring at the back of the collar to the top short horizontal bar.
The lower horizontal bar is attached to a D-ring sewn into your corset at waist
level. The bottom of the vertical bar has a chain welded to it, this chain comes
between your legs, like this, to the front of you. You will not need the
handcuffs anymore, just bring your arms to the front and I will fit these padded
leather wrist cuffs." The D-rings on the cuffs were connected to a spacer bar
about a foot long, the middle of which connected to the chain between my legs.
This was long enough to enable me to raise my arms just above my waist. "I need
not unshackle your wrists when you have to do the chores. It may be difficult,
but I am sure you will manage somehow. I was also concerned that you might faint
when I lace you more tightly. By this method it will be impossible for you to
fall over. Try it out for the rest of the day. I will disable my remote control
and give you freedom of the house, but remember the bar only allows you to
travel directly under the rails."
What a position
to get oneself into. I was fixed to a metal rod, unable to bend and silenced.
While Alex worked in his study, I amused myself by exploring where I was
permitted to walk, finding out where all the tracks would lead me. I had to be
careful when passing any of the front windows for fear of somebody looking in
and seeing a woman with large naked boobs bouncing up and down on their
corset-platforms. After a while I tired of this game; trying to sit down, the
vertical bar prevented me. I was stopped from going to the study, as the pulley
would not go beyond a certain point; it locked. I could not go backwards or
forwards. The gag prevented me from calling out. Tears just welled up. I must
have stayed in the middle of the hall for at least two hours before Alex emerged
from his study.
"Sorry Tanya, you
must have been stuck in the hall for ages," he said as he wiped my eyes, hugging
me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I should have told you that the study is
out-of-bounds, and if you attempt to enter, the motorised unit automatically
locks."
That night, free
from the restricting corset and gag, the metal bar replaced by the chain, I
complained to Alex that I was not happy being gagged, preventing me calling out
when I got into trouble. "What if I was on my own? Also, the chain between my
legs makes it very uncomfortable to sit down. It digs into my bare buttocks."
"You will get
used to it in time. Are you happy with your lot otherwise?"
"Oh yes. I love
the tight-lacing and the control you have over me and want to carry on," I said
sleepily. It was a tiring day.
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