Mandy and Kelly’s Plaything · Part 2

Mandy and Kelly’s Plaything · Part 2 (2/2)
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cked up a soft piece of leather about four inches square.

On each vertical side there were four small straps, one above the other. She placed the leather square over my mouth, and stated to attach the straps to buckles that ran up the sides of the head harness along the jaw strap. One by one she tightened them, which had the effect of forcing the ball gag even deeper inside and completely sealing my mouth. I could hardly believe what was happening to me. I’d asked for severe bondage, but I hadn’t realised how uncomfortable it was going to be. I struggled for a few seconds, testing my restraints to see if there was any slack.

There was none, and after several seconds of frustrated squirming and writhing in my tight leather cocoon, I panicked, and began to scream as loudly as I could. But all this produced was a quiet, muffled ‘Mmmmmmph!’, and I began to moan piteously into my gag. The girls looked down at me and chuckled as they sensed my frustration. ‘Well now’ said Mandy, ‘I think it’s time for the leather hood. You’re going to absolutely love this (I don’t think).’ She went to a draw and took out what looked like a black bag of soft leather with several straps and buckles hanging from it. It was also fitted with several metal D rings sewn onto it so that the wearer could be attached to any fixture.

She knelt down in front of me and held it up for me to see. ‘This is how it works’ she said. ‘This hood will cover your face like a second skin. There are small holes for you to breathe through your nose, but otherwise there are no other openings at all. And you’re going to be in it for the whole time you’re tied up. I hope you don’t mind the dark’ she giggled. I looked at it with growing horror, and in no way intended to allow that thing to be put over my face, so I strained and struggled to move away, shaking my head violently from side to side. But it was a futile gesture of course.

The girls had everything well in hand, and while Kelly held my head still, Mandy held the hood in front of my face. The hood was in one piece, and could be opened wide at the back of the head, with laces that ran all the way from the top of the wearer’s head and down the back to the base of the neck. Mandy loosened the laces and brought the hood down over my head. There was nothing I could do as the leather pressed firmly against my face, and I was plunged into darkness as the soft leather moulded itself over my face. Mandy began to lace the hood tightly shut down the back of my head. She pulled the laces tighter and tighter, and the leather closed firmly around my head.

Soft pads covered my eyes, and a thick leather pad covered the ball gag filling my mouth. As the leather hood tightened, the pad over my mouth forced the ball gag even further into my mouth. Tighter and tighter the hood was laced shut behind my head, closing off all light, and any hope of escape. I suddenly felt like a thing rather than a person. The lacing down the back of the hood was covered with a flap that she zipped shut down from the top of my head to my neck, making access to the laces impossible, and after closing it, she took a small padlock with which she locked the zipper to a D ring attached to the hood at the base of my neck.

Now no one could remove the hood without the key to that little padlock. But Mandy hadn’t finished yet. A two and a half inch wide strap was sewn onto the hood around the level of my eyes, and she pulled it tight before locking the buckle shut at the back of my head. Then a second strap across my gagged mouth was tightened around my head and locked at the back. Finally, a wide strap that ran under my chin, over my rubber filled cheeks and up to the top of my head was tightened as tightly as Mandy could pull it and this too was locked shut at the top of my head.

Once this strap had been tightened, my jaws were clamped securely around the ball gag in my mouth. ‘Right’ said Mandy, ‘That’ll keep you nice and quiet. Now let’s just increase your discomfort, shall we?’ I gave a soft little moan, wondering just how much more uncomfortable I could get. At the hands of Mandy and Kelly, that was about to be easily demonstrated. Mandy took a narrow strap a couple of feet long with a clip at each end and a buckle in the middle for adjusting the length. She clipped one end to a D ring sewn into the toe end of the leg binder, and the other end into a D ring sewn onto the arm binder next to my fingertips.

Then she pulled on the tightening buckle in the middle of the strap, and I felt my feet being pulled towards my fingers. When she was satisfied that the strap couldn’t be shortened any more, she buckled it and picked up another long strap. She clipped it onto the same D ring next to my toes, and then clipped the other end of the strap to a D ring sewn onto the back of the strap running around my mouth and covering my gag. Now I was to learn what real discomfort was. Mandy gave a chuckle and said ‘Remember you said you wanted to experience strict bondage?

Well see if this is strict enough for you!’ She started shortening the strap connecting the strap of my gag to my feet, and as she did so, my head was pulled back and my back began to arch as she pulled the strap tighter and tighter. At last I gave a little moan, and she buckled the strap at this adjusted length. I gave another muffled moan of discomfort as I soon found that any attempt to move my feet resulted in the ball gag being pulled deeper into my mouth. ‘Well there we are’ said Mandy, ‘That’ll keep you out of mischief for a while. We’re going to have some lunch now, so we’ll just leave you like that.

But first we’ll just make sure you can’t wriggle around too much.’ I could hardly believe that I could be bound any more securely, but total immobilisation was what Mandy wanted, and that was what she was going to get. I felt a strap being buckled tightly around my waist, another around my neck, and finally a third one around my legs behind my bent knees. As they were tightened, I realised that Mandy was using the straps attached to the pallet on which I was lying to anchor me down in such a way that I couldn’t even roll over or move an inch in any direction.

By now I couldn’t move a muscle, and was completely unable to move, see, or make a sound other than a quiet, muffled gurgle. ‘OK’ said Mandy, ‘Now you can stay there sucker. We’re going to have a nice leisurely lunch, and as to when we’ll let you go, well, maybe today, maybe not. Oh, and by the way, just to concentrate your mind, that orange juice you gulped down so completely earlier on contained a large overdose of a very powerful and quick acting laxative. I guarantee that you’re going to start filling your nappy within the next couple of hours. That’s why we put it on you. So have fun little baby.’ I was thunderstruck, and began squirming and writhing in my tight leather prison.

I moaned into my gag, but by now I was more helpless than any real baby would have been. This was something I couldn’t possibly have imagined, and the prospect of what would happen when the laxative took full effect gave me an added impetus to get free. But I simply couldn’t move. The girls certainly knew how to make me uncomfortable, helpless and humiliated. They burst out laughing at my hopeless attempt to relieve myself of the situation, and I heard the laughter fade as they walked out of the room and left me alone and in silence. I lay there quietly for a little while, wondering how on earth I could have been stupid enough to put myself into their clutches.

Fantasy was one thing, but I was rapidly beginning to realise how different the real thing was. Then I remembered that inside me the laxative was going to result in something I hardly wanted to think about, and as the horrible prospect grew more strongly in my mind, I instinctively tried to writhe and squirm in my restraints, desperate to gain some kind of slack. I heaved and bucked, but as before, only made myself hotter and hotter inside the strong leather cocoon I was tightly imprisoned in. I decided to lay quiet again, trying to relax as much as I could and not to fight against my restraints, realising that my only means of escape lay in the girls releasing me.

Until then, there was nothing I could do except moan quietly into the huge rubber ball gag filling my mouth, unable to see anything. The time passed slowly, and I almost began to doze off. But suddenly I heard an ominous gurgle in my bowels and felt some movement. I knew that the powerful laxative was beginning to take effect. By now wide awake again, I tried to estimate how long I’d been tied up, but had no idea, locked as I was into my dark, silent, leather cocoon. I couldn’t help but concentrate on what was happening. The bowel movement repeated after a few minutes, and gradually these movements became more frequent and intense as time passed and the huge dose of laxative took effect.

I suddenly felt the urge to empty my bowels, but that was something I was determined to avoid, no matter what. So began my real struggle. I desperately squirmed and heaved as I tried to clench my buttocks closed and press my knees together, but it wasn’t going to stop the approaching moment of supreme humiliation. I began to writhe in my restraints more and more as I tried to resist what I could feel moving down through my lower bowels inexorably towards my bottom. I became frantic as I tried to struggle, but was held down immovably by the strong leather straps anchoring me immovably in position.

Inevitably though, nature took its irresistible course, and I gave a muffled wail into my gag as an uncontrollable warm, sticky flood oozed out into my nappy. It was horrendous. I moaned with utter humiliation as I felt it spread around my bottom and inside my nappy. I lay there, sobbing quietly for a few minutes, but then I found that it wasn’t over yet. The gurgling continued, and every so often I could feel yet another burst coming out into my nappy. As I lay there, I could feel the nappy squelching around my bottom every time I moved. I just lay there, drained with emotion. All I could do was wait for the girls to return, bound more tightly than I could have ever believed possible.

Occasionally I tried once again to get a little slack from the tight straps, but it was hopeless. They wouldn’t give a millimetre. Time and again I gave a muffled moan into my gag as I heaved and squirmed in my bonds, but it was completely useless. Eventually I heard the sound of footsteps, and realised that the girls were returning. I felt the straps around my head being unfastened, and blinked as the leather hood was lifted off my head. A grinning Mandy and Kelly crouched down next to me. ‘Well well’ chuckled Mandy, ‘Still there are we?’ ‘Mmmmmph’ I gurgled quietly as I looked up at her.

Suddenly she wrinkled up her nose. ‘Phew’ she said, ‘Something tells me that ickle baby’s done poo poos in her nappy. Has she?’ With a low wail of despair I nodded my head in the affirmative. ‘Oh goody’ she grinned ‘Humiliating, isn’t it?’ Once again I gave a submissive little moan as I nodded my head. ‘Well’ she said, ‘We haven’t finished with you yet. We’ve decided to leave you there like that overnight. If you’re lucky, we just might let you go tomorrow evening. So you just lie there like that and suffer.’ Suddenly she stood up, bent over me, and chuckled with amusement as she started to massage the area around my bottom.

This caused the squelching mess to spread further into every nook and cranny inside my nappy. It was horrible. Kelly giggled. ‘I reckon he’ll have quite a severe nappy rash by then’ she grinned, ‘From what I’ve seen of most babies, that muck will give his skin quite a burn.’ ‘Yep’ chuckled Mandy, ‘It sure will.’ She went across to the cot, and taking down a pillow, she bent down and placed it under my head. ‘There you are baby’ she said, ‘Aren’t I kind? You can rest your head on that. Not that I think you’ll get much sleep tonight.

Still, I think we’d better put you in the dark again, just to help baby get to sleep.’ She started arranging the straps and laces of the leather hood, and while I vainly tried to shake my head wildly to prevent it, she quickly pulled the hood back on my head, and soon had it laced up and locked on just as tightly as before. ‘There we are then’ I heard Mandy chuckle, ‘Baby’s all settled down for the night. Now you try and get some sleep, and we’ll be back in the morning.

In the meantime, nighty night, and pleasant dreams!’ I heard them both laughing as I once again began to squirm and writhe in my leather restraints, and then the laughter faded as they moved away, and I heard the sound of the door being shut. I was alone again, and would be like this all night long and the next day. I lay there and groaned with despair into my gag. It proved to be the most uncomfortable night of my life, but as the hours dragged on, despite my discomfort, I actually did manage to fall asleep a couple of times, probably because I was so physically and mentally exhausted. Mandy kept to her word, and I had to lay there for the next 24 hours.

The next morning they came back to check that I hadn’t suffered any serious effects, but by then I was almost too numb to feel anything anyway. But they still decided to make me stay there until the full time was up, and my ordeal continued for another 8 hours. But fortunately, all things come to an end, and late in the afternoon, I felt the hood being once more removed.

Mandy looked down at me, grinned, and said ‘OK, I think you’ve suffered enough, it’s time to let you go.’ I gave a moan of relief as she unfastened and removed the harness gag, and moved my stiff jaw from side to side. ‘Now just one thing’ said Mandy, ‘Don’t forget that you signed that piece of paper in which you deliberately requested us to tie you up, so don’t bother to even think of trying to sue us for assault or anything. You asked for it, and you got it. Right?’ I knew she was correct of course, and that I would have no comeback. Besides, she was right. All they’d done was give me what I’d asked for, so I certainly had no chance of prosecuting them.

No, I’d just have to put it all down to experience. ‘Don’t worry’ I said ruefully, ‘I know what the score is. I don’t think you’ll be seeing me again. Once is enough!’ ‘I wouldn’t bet on it’ she chuckled, ‘We’ve heard that before. Now let’s get you out of this.’ Slowly and carefully the two girls unfastened and removed my leather bonds, and after a few minutes, I lay there on the pallet flexing my stiff limbs, free, and dressed only in the nappy and plastic baby pants. ‘There’s an adjacent bathroom just down the passage’ said Mandy, ‘Go down there, clean yourself up with the toilet paper there, flush it down the loo, and put the dirty nappy in the plastic bag ready to be thrown out.

Then you can take a shower and get dressed again. In the meantime I’ll make you a cup of tea before you leave.’ I climbed stiffly and unsteadily to my feet, and the girls giggled as I waddled baby fashion in my nappy down to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as instructed, and gave a yelp of pain when the hot water hit my bottom. I’d forgotten about the nappy rash. Rapidly recovering from my ordeal, I went back to the nursery and dressed before going into the kitchen where the girls were waiting.

As I sat on my sore bottom and sipped my tea, they said what fun they’d had with me, and Mandy said ‘If you ever want to try another session some time, we’ll give you a discount.’ ‘Another session?’ I said, ‘No way. Once is enough thanks.’ And yet, believe it or not, I did return for another dose a few months later. They knew me better than I knew myself. We tend to look back on things with rose tinted glasses sometimes, and I was soon to find out that the girls had an endless list of ideas for humiliating a mere male in a variety of uncomfortable ways. But that’s another story. THE END

Mandy and Kelly’s Plaything · Part 2 (2/2)
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