Bound in Silk · Part 3 (3/3)
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I laid on the bed unable now to see much of my surroundings. I was beginning to feel extremely concerned, especially after her remark about addressing my inability to breathe. I sensed that this next lesson was serious, perhaps even physically punishing. I heard the door open and tried to look up as Angela came in. She was carrying two silken bags, one in each hand. "What’s in the bags?" I called out.
"Nothing yet," she smiled walking over to the side of the bed. I was now starting to panic, feeling beads of sweat run down my forehead.
"Are you going to put those silk bags over my head?" I asked.
"Well firstly, you will be wearing only one of them. Secondly, only one is made of silk," she answered with a gleam in her eyes.
"What’s the other made of then?" I continued. Angela went on to describe my punishment.
"Up to now, you’ve not been very attentive. This will now change as we play a little game, you are going to choose which bag to wear. One of these bags is made of Taffeta Silk," she said twisting both bags in her hands so that they caught the light. "It has a draw-cord that will gather the bag around your neck. If you were to wear this bag, you would find it dark and stuffy."
"Okay," I hesitated, "What about the other?"
"They look almost identical, both extremely lustrous and soft, both constructed of two layers. However, the second bag is made of Nylon
Taffeta."
"So?" I responded.
"Not just ordinary Nylon Taffeta but Nylon
Taffeta with a Polyurethane coating," she smiled.
"I’m still perplexed,"
I replied with great curiosity.
"You surprise me. You are into raincoats and don’t know about P. U coated Nylon? Well then, its the fabric that a lot of lightweight rainwear is made of. It is one of the best non-breathable waterproof fabrics available. Notice I said non-breathable, as well as being totally waterproof it is also totally air-proof." She laughed as my face turned to horror. The bag has been constructed from a pair of single sheets so there are no seams. Forget the conventional polythene bag, this is the ultimate asphyxiation tool.
It is known as the ‘Mask of Death’, my cousin was going to use it in his act, thankfully he decided against it. So Peter, seeming that’s got your full attention, its time to choose. There are subtle differences in the two bag’s textures, differentiate between them, your life depends on it."
Angela sat on the side of the bed, slowly waving both bags in front of my face. "This is absurd!" I exclaimed, "I’m not going to play your game, especially when my life is at stake."
Angela sternly stared at me and said, "If you do not choose, I’ll choose for you by tossing a coin. I am convinced that you wouldn’t want to gamble your life on a flip of a coin?" She was quite correct but there was still no way I’d comply.
"You are crazy! I came as your guest and I’m going to end up as your victim. There’s no way I’m letting you put anything over my head!" I yelled.
Angela raised her eyebrows, "And just exactly how are you going to stop me. Let’s make one thing clear, if you refuse I’ll ensure you wear the Mask of Death. The only choice you have here is between the two bags. Now choose!" she ordered.
I realised she was serious, I knew her too well by now to doubt anything she said. I stared at the two bags, I could discern a subtle difference in the texture of the two bags but there was no way I could tell which was Nylon and which was Silk. "Time’s up! Make your decision now," she pronounced.
I could not believe I was about to take a fifty-fifty gamble with my own life. "The one in your left hand," I unconvincingly said. She smiled at she dropped the one in her right hand on the floor. From her response I couldn’t tell if I’d made the correct choice. She leant across my body and slowly began to rub her right hand all the way over my silken body before placing her lips on mine, giving my a five second kiss. "A kiss goodbye," I thought. She then slowly rolled the bag up in both hands keeping her eyes transfixed on my terrified face. The rustle of the bag as it was rolled sounded different to that of all the silk garments I’d come across that night, I was fearful that I’d chosen the Mask of Death.
Angela then slowly leant above me and positioned the bag behind my head, still holding it in both hands. Then with assistance from one of her hands, she gestured my head up as she began to place the bag over my face. Gradually, she unrolled the bag over my head. The last thing I saw was her face, so beautiful but full of hidden dangers before the bag covered my eyes, immersing me into total darkness. The fabric was soft like silk but unnaturally smooth, I still was unsure. I now laid in wait for the moment of truth. "Goodbye my sweet," I heard Angela say as she gave me another kiss through the bag. I felt her get hold of the cords, my waiting was almost over.
As she pulled, I felt the cord press across the back of my neck.
I then felt and heard the vibrations as the tassel which would hold the cord and gather the bag around my neck began to slide upwards towards my neck. I wanted to take a deep breath but the combination of the
Straitjacket and my state of panic prevented it. The tassel pressed tightly against my neck and I heard Angela say, "There." I had managed to hold what breath I could and I now exhaled. Immediately the bag expanded and I felt the pressure on my ear-drums. I’d chosen the Mask of Death. I started to take deep breaths, the bag expanding and contracting in tandem. It started to feel hot and stuffy, my breathing accelerated as my body cried for Oxygen. Soon I was thrashing wildly against my bonds in shear panic as my heart raced faster and faster. I began to feel dizzy as
I tried one last desperate attempt to burst out of the Straitjacket. That was the last thing I remembered before passing out.
Chapter 9 – A Broken Man
I awoke with a splitting headache, uncontrollably trembling with a cold sweat and blurred vision. "Was I dead?" I thought. As I began to focus on my surroundings, I saw Angela stood above me smiling. Realising that I had regained consciousness, she placed her head on my forehead and wiped away the sweat. I starred in terror, cringing inside the
Straitjacket. "Its okay," she reassured me, " I’m not going to hurt you.
I removed the bag at the moment you passed out. I wouldn’t have let you die, you just needed a strong lesson." What she had just done was more than a strong lesson. I felt hatred towards her combined with a sense of fear, she was a psychopath and I had to be careful what I said. She was right about one thing though, she had got my total attention.
My body continued to complain about the ordeal it was just put through. "I’ve got a really bad headache," I commented.
"That’s as I expected, here’s an Aspirin and a glass of water," she replied putting the tablet in my mouth and giving my a sip from the glass. "What have you learnt from your lesson?" she enquired.
"I’m not going to think of Nylon in quite the same way again," I answered.
Angela picked up the bag putting her hand inside and lifted the Mask of Death up. "Very good! You are learning well," she said twisting the bag around and rubbing it against her face. "So soft, so lustrous, so sensuous, so deadly. That’s what this Nylon is. Respect Peter, you need to treat these fabrics with respect else they could turn against up, do you understand?" I thought she had gone too far to make such a meaningless statement, but fearing I might have to repeat the lesson I nodded in agreement.
She frowned, "What do you think of me now Peter? I want the truth, no more lies."
I paused before answering, this question needed a great deal of thought. She would be expecting a sense of resentment from me but too negative a response might anger her. "To be honest, I really don’t know. You are either totally mad or the world’s best or worst sado-masochist depending upon your point of view".
"What would you have me be Peter?" she enquired.
"That's difficult to answer," I replied, "I cannot tell what your intentions have been concerning me."
"You have not answered me Peter," she said with a subtle threatening tone in her voice.
"I thought bondage was fun, a very intense sexual experience. Tonight has shown me another side, that to be so vulnerable is not such a pleasant feeling. I would however prefer you to be a sado-masochist rather than someone that is completely insane and I would hope you have feelings for me. Therefore I want to regard you as the world's best masochist."
"Hmm, A well thought out answer, I'm pleased with your progress, so much in fact that I'm prepared to trust you."
I was unprepared for what she said next. "All of my life I have been in control, able to do whatever I've pleased. I choose my own education, career path, whom to be friends with, its all come too easy for me and I'm sick of it. Even tonight I've controlled the entire situation, regardless of what you think I am tired of it all. I can’t get myself aroused. I need a change and that's why I have a proposition for you."
Chapter 10 – Sweet Revenge
She sat down on the bed and looked into my eyes. "This might surprise you after all that as happened here tonight. I want to experience what it is like to be on the receiving end, to have decisions made for me, not to be able to influence the slightest outcome." What she was saying sounded like mindless babble, a vain attempt to confess that she had insecurities in her life. I decided to make her get to the point.
"What is it you want from me?"
Angela slowly stood up. "I want to be in your position. I'm giving you the opportunity to reverse roles. Peter, I want you to strap me up." I could not believe it, I might soon be free and have a chance of revenge. I thought that there must be a catch. It didn't seem right that she could almost kill me and then turn round and surrender herself completely. "There is one condition though, that you don't hurt me. I know that I've done wrong and I blame myself for the way you feel. I also know that in your present position you'd agree to just about anything but
I hope that by expressing my feelings you will respect them, I do love you Peter. Do you accept?"
Of course I agreed but I had to confess that she did seem sincere and a felt sorry for her. Perhaps revenge was not the best policy although I did begin to construct wild fantasies in my mind about what I could do to her strapped up. "Okay Angela, that seems totally fair to me," I responded.
"All right then, let's start getting you free." She reached into her left pocket and produced a small brass key. "This will unlock the straps, I'll start with the one on the body bag." I heard a little click as the key was turned and was overcome with the sensation of freedom soon being mine again. "Now I'm going to pull the bag off from the bottom, wriggle about to assist me." I wriggled the best I could as she began to pull, the silk sliding slowly off me body. Soon I was out of the bag, able to freely move my legs. They felt hot and clammy after being pressed together, wrapped tightly in silk.
"Now to return your freedom," she proclaimed as she started unlocking the straps that bound my arms. I wanted to thrash my arms about to celebrate their released but after being tied around my body for so long, all I managed to do was bring them to my side, enduring the pain and stiffness. There was no way I could have turned on Angela even if I'd wanted to.
She unlocked my wrists and crotch strap before turning her attention to the back straps and laces. As she undid the straps and loosened the laces, my chest expanded, free from the pressure of the jacket and I was able to take a deep satisfying breath. "Hold your arms in front of you please," she asked. I obliged as she performed the last act of my release, pulling the arm straps as the jacket slide off. I felt cold now only in my Pyjamas and I shuddered. "Here Peter, wear my gown tonight," she offered taking it off to prepare herself for the
Straitjacket. I slid the crimson gown on, a sharp contrast to my navy blue Pyjamas. It smelt of her perfume making me feel warm inside as I inhaled it.
She stood up and offered the jacket to me. "Let's do it Peter!" I sensed that although she was trying to be calm, she had some regrets but it was to late now, she was going to wear the jacket even if I had to force her.
I felt superior as I took the jacket off her. "Hold out your arms," I ordered. She obeyed and I went to work on the straps and laces wasting no time, lacing her up tightly. "This will teach you," I thought, "I want you to experience everything you put me through."
"Now for your arms!" I triumphantly said.
Angela hesitated, "No Peter! This is a bad idea, I don't want this." I had already threaded the straps through the loops.
"Too late!" I laughed. She made an attempt to escape, pulling on the sleeves and thrashing about wildly but I held firmly onto the straps.
She began trying to stamp on my feet so holding both straps in one hand, I pushed her face down onto the bed screaming.
"Let me go! Get off me you bastard!" she yelled. I was enjoying this now, "Temper, temper Angela. I thought this is what you wanted, it's not me fault if you don't like it,"
I replied. With one hand holding her arms together, I managed to thread one of the straps through the buckle on the other. The self- tightening feature of the buckle came in useful, every time I tugged her arms came closer together, I didn't need to be concern about the strap slipping out of the buckle. Satisfied they were as tight as possible with her on the bed, I dragged her to her feet. "I haven't finished yet!" I laughed. I put my right hand against her back and wrapped the strap that thread through the buckle around my left hand. I pulled hard from right to left as the straps tightened and the buckle dug into her back.
"Please, you're hurting me. No more Peter, please," she pleaded.
"Almost there," I replied with one last tug, "There, that should do it." I finished by fastening the remaining sleeve straps to the back of the jacket and inspected my work thoroughly. Content that she was secure, I spun her around.
She looked quite a sight, bound in the Straitjacket. She was pale and exasperated but now almost totally harmless. I had certainly made the jacket tight, there was hardly a crease in the taut silk that bound her.
"You promised that you wouldn't hurt me!" she cried out.
I pompously replied, "As I recall, you made that promise to me tonight and I ended up almost being suffocated to death." She looked worried. "Oh, don’t concern yourself. I won't put the Mask of Death on you unless its really called for. Now behave as I put you in the body bag." Two minutes later she was in a similar position to what I had been earlier in the evening, strapped to the bed and unable to move.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked.
"You'll find out soon enough. Remember, you wanted unpredictability and that's what you're going to get." I stood over her and laughed at her pathetic appearance. The woman whom had reduced me to a whimpering fool was no more than a defenceless kitten now. It felt wonderful to be in total control and a man once more.
Chapter 11 – The Final Twist
"Angela, what a sight you are, all strapped up. I can do whatever
I please, even wank off and there's nothing you can do about it," I laughed relishing the new found power I had over her.
She scowled back, "How dare you! This is my house and no sexual activities occur without my consent."
I leaned over her laughing, "Consent! Why should I need your consent? I can do just about anything I please and there's not a thing you can do about it."
Her facial expression suddenly changed. "You think you are so clever. Good old Peter, got one over yet another female, that salesman's charm and deceit has worked its magic," she sneered sarcastically.
I was deeply offended by this, I had never regarded myself as a dominant person when it came to the opposite sex and certainly had always tried to be conscientious in my sales techniques.
"You've got me wrong Angela," I replied, "I am kind and considerate but how do you expect me to behave after the way you have treated me. It's only human to want re.." I decided to stop as what I was about to say contradicted the point I was trying to make.
"Go on, say it. Revenge, that's what you want," she shouted struggling against her bonds, "Well, you'd better make it quick, you haven't much time."
"What are you on about, not much time." A smile came to her face. "You fool, you aren't in control, you've never have been. Your lesson has been on going, I wanted to see what you had learnt from your experience. From the way you are treating me, I can see no change."
I was confused totally. "I don't follow, how is my lesson on going?"
"Simple, you think you are free to treat me in any way you choose but I hold the final ace. I wasn't prepared to submit myself freely to you, soon you'll have no choice but to release me. You see Peter, I never gave your freedom back, I still have control over you."
What a pompous bitch she was, to think she could still order me around. "You have no hold on me babe," I scoffed.
"Confident to the last
Peter. This should change your mind. Remember after I released you from the mask of death and you complained of a headache. Remember that little pill, it contained more than simple Aspirin."
"What did it contain?" I enquired not able to hide the anxiety in my voice.
"Oh, a certain substance that will soon begin to attack your nervous system. Don't worry, it won't kill you but it will give you pain like you've never felt before. In twenty minutes you'll be contorted on the floor crying in agony."
"You are lying, you've just realised what a big mistake you've made and you'll try any pathetic lie to get free."
She responded, "Don't take my word for it but listen to your own body. You are already beginning to sweat."
I touched my left hand on my forehand and felt the sweat pouring from my brow. "Nice try, that's due to the exertion of securing you," I unconvincingly replied.
"We'll see soon enough, just remember to leave enough time to untie me and allow for me strapping you up again. Twenty minutes isn't that long." With that she turned her head away from me and starred towards the window.
I couldn't decide whether or not she was telling the truth, it seemed feasible and I knew she never said anything she never meant. I began to feel a sensation from my stomach. "A psychosomatic reaction," I convinced myself. As the minutes went by the sensation grew and by now I was sweating all over. I decided she was telling the truth and that there wasn't a moment to waste. "Okay, you win, just help me will you," I begged.
"Of course, once your are strapped up of course. Now, get the key and starting releasing me. Hurry, there isn't much time." Frantically, I undid the straps and laces that bound her but it still took several minutes. By the time she was free I was beginning to feel quite ill.
"Excellent!" she said stretching her once bound arms. She then began to redress me in the Straitjacket this time pulling the straps tight. I was already in pain and the silk crushing my chest didn't help at all.
Angela was obviously used to the Straitjacket and had managed to secure me completely in the same time it had taken me to release her.
Despite her speed, I was now in agony. "Please, the antidote," I pleaded.
Angela went over to the bedside locker and removed a small medicine bottle and a plastic spoon. Dispensing a spoonful into my mouth she reassured me that everything would be okay. Almost immediately the medicine took effect and the pain receded. Angela stood over me triumphantly with a large satisfied grin. "Well, how the mighty have fallen. Back to square one Peter." I didn't reply, I felt foolish and humiliated that I could have let myself end up worse off than I had been.
"You are a stubborn man Peter, nothing I do will teach you anything. You are a menace to society and therefore I have decided that you are not fit to be a part of it any longer," she declared.
This statement worried me more than anything else she had said that night. Was she going to kill me using the Mask of Death?
"What do you mean?" I said pale faced.
"Don't worry yourself, I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you implied. I have something else in mind, you are going to be my permanent guest. Consider this bedroom to be the extent of your domain.
You wanted the fantasy of being bound in silk and this is exactly what
I'm giving you. You're mine forever, I'll never be lonely again."
way!" I shouted struggling desperately against my bounds. "You can't get away with this! People will be looking for me and when they find me, boy, aren't you going to be in hot water."
She frowned, "And tell me, how exactly are they going to find you? You told everyone you were taking a fortnights holiday, they won't start looking until then. As for your car, I phoned a friend to tow it away. Nobody knows you're here and nobody ever will."
It was true, if I couldn't escape nobody would ever find me, that was a chilling thought. Then I realised that she must free me at some point. "But I will need to go to the bathroom," I pointed out.
"Yes, you will," she replied, "I've considered that."
She crouched down onto the floor and lifted up the Mask of Death. I stared onwards horrified.
"This isn't quite the same as the one I made you wear earlier. Notice this strap going around it. The mask will fit over your head as before and the strap fastened securely around your neck but not too much that you won't be able to breathe. You will wear it before I free you. Because you will be blind with it on, I'll have to assist you perform your functions. Now, the strap has an electronic timer on it. After a predetermined time, the strap will commence tightening around your neck resulting in you being suffocated. This ensures that you will permit me to strap you up again.
In case you think of attacking me, I have a small transmitter that will send a signal to the strap causing it to instantly tighten. Remember what it felt like to be deprived of air, I know it's enough to prevent you from doing anything stupid."
My nightmare was about to begin. My life was no longer my own, it belonged to some crazed woman, obsessed with being in control. I knew that as long as she kept me strapped up and used the mask as a deterrent, escape was impossible. My ultimate fantasy had turned against me. No longer was sex a voluntary act. She had taken everything from me, I belonged to her forever.
THE END?
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