Bound · Bound · Part 2

Bound · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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It ended just below my chest. It was heavily boned, I could feel it shaping me even before she finished lacing it. She started from the bottom of the corset and worked her way up. I was pretty sure she was doing it wrong, but I was hardly in a position to tell her that.

Not that I would have, she was scary!

She seemed pleased with my bondage. As much as I would have liked to disagree with her, the fullness of my cage told me I was enjoying the attention.

I expected to feel the corsets squeeze, instead I heard the soft whirring as something descended from the ceiling.

It was another one of those aluminum things. This one had openings for my wrists and neck. She pulled it behind me and fussed with it for a few moments. Then it began a return trip to the ceiling.

And my corset quickly tightened: the laces were tied to the damn thing!

At first she had to hold the corset in place, but it quickly tightened and she stood back and watched my increasing discomfort.

It was fascinating, watching my waist shrink as the pressure increased. Every time I inhaled the corset got a bit tighter. But when I exhaled…no change. It became harder and harder to breathe. Soon I was panting, unable to get more than a sip of air.

Eventually, it couldn't get any tighter. I stood there, impossibly stretched by the chains. She lowered the device a bit and knotted the laces. Then she cut away all the excess.

She pulled a package of white stockings from one of the bags and uncuffed an ankle. She expertly rolled the stocking up my leg and attached it to three garters which hung from the corset.

"When you are my property, no hair on your body." She said, breaking the silence. "She's new so she still thinks of you as human."

From her desk she took a measuring device that I had seen in shoe stores. I dutifully stood on it has she determined my size.

"Are you kidding me? I just sold out!" She smacked me on the ass. "You're doing this on purpose!"

How?

"I'll see if I can find something in your size." Another swat to the ass. "Don't go anywhere!"

Again… How?

After a very log wait she returned with a shoe box. "A three inch heel. What kind of punishment is a three inch heel? It doesn't even lock on!" Another smack to my ass. "Not that locks scare you….eh sissy boy?"

She fitted the red shoes on my feet, buckling the ankle straps a bit tighter than needed. Then she slid a pair of panties up my legs.

The panties were a lacy pink with a tiny bow in front. I was actually glad to wear it because it helped to support the weight of my chastity.

When she had finished my transformation she looked me in the eye. "Here's the deal. You're allowed to wear your old shoes when you get home. The corset stays on until your Mistress says otherwise."

She grabbed my face in her hand and pulled me closer. "When she gets tired of you, I'm going to complete your training. It will be fun…for me."

"Next time we'll get your gut to a proper size." She unlocked one wrist. "You have one minute to get out of my sight. If you are still here it means you want me to start your real training. I'll assume any of the bags you leave are to thank me."

She freed my other hand. "Get going asshole, before I decide you need make-up."

I grabbed the handles of all the bags and stumbled out the door. The alley was well lit and most of the buildings had cameras.

And they all seemed to be aimed at me.

I found the purse and my car keys, dumped the bags on the passenger seat and sped for home.

Then I slowed down. If I had been worried about the reaction of being caught in just panties….

The gag was really making my jaw ache.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Genius.

I parked in an empty lot and unbuckled the gag.

Or at least I tried to. It took me a few minutes to discover that I had to first pull a pin out of the buckle before I could open it. If I had attempted to ungag myself at her shop, I never would have made it out the door in time.

Conniving bitch.

Finally I was parked on the street in front of my building. How was I supposed to get to my apartment without being seen? For once I was glad we didn't have a guard or security cameras.

I waited until the closest car was two blocks away before I made my move. I grabbed all the bags and stumbled up the front stairs.

Woman may think a three inch heel was nothing, but I could barely walk in it, running was impossible.

I decided to take the stairs… I knew they'd be deserted. Before I made it to the second floor I was gasping. I blamed the corset but I had to admit I had never walked up these stairs before.

I was able to get in my apartment without any neighbors opening their doors. I dropped the bags and sank into a chair.

What had happened to my life? Eight hours ago I was going out on a date with a hot girl. Now I was dressed like one! My cock was locked away, a scary woman wants to shave me while my date was threatening to make billboards of me in drag.

And my hips are killing me! Why do girls wear these damn things?

At least I'm allowed to take the shoes off. I tried but the corset prevented me from bending. I finally knelt and freed my feet.

I hadn't gone to the bathroom in a while and I wasn't really sure what peeing through this tube was going to be like, but I didn't have a lot of choice.

What a mess! The stream hit the metal near the tip and splashed all over. I quickly turned and sat, allowing all the pee to make it into the bowl. I cleaned up as best I could.

It was getting late..or early…both applied, so I decided to get some sleep. I could probably have removed the stockings, but I doubted I was flexible enough to get them back on. So I slid into bed wearing my corset, stockings and panties.

Slide was right! The stockings made the sheets feel very slippery. In some other situation it would have been enjoyable, tonight it was a distraction.

I stayed in bed for an hour before I gave up and went to my computer.

I started to research corsets.

Just typing "Corset" got me fifty million options.

"Male Corset" reduced it to thirty three million.

Did that mean there were only seventeen million sites for women?

Okay…"Man forced into corset" How many sites would answer to that?

Nine million.

"Man forced into chastity and corset."

Almost seven million.

I was thinking of how to further reduce my choices when I got a message from Bonita. "Can't sleep?"

"More like can't breathe."

"Renee tends to go to far." So that was the bitches name, "She didn't actually hurt you, did she?"

"This corset was way too tight. I think it's the wrong size." She didn't reply for a minute, then said. "Come on over. I'll fix the corset."

"Now?"

"I can wait for next weekend."

"I'm on my way!"

I wormed my way into a pair of sweatpants and a loose hoodie. A pair of loafers completed the cover up. Hopefully my third drive of the night would end this nightmare.

Bonita was waiting at her door, wearing a long black robe. I felt my cage tighten.

Was this damn thing going to let me know every time I saw something I liked?

We hugged and I felt a soft smoothness under her robe.

Bonita pulls me into the room and yanks off my hoodie. "Oh my goodness that looks incredible!" She moans as she pulls the sweatpants to my ankles, revealing the panties. "Keep quiet and follow me!" She said she grabbed my bound cock and led me into a small room. "Lose the shoes." She commanded. I kicked off the pants and shoes.

There was a short thin metal pole in the middle of the room. It had a small platform on top which seemed to be the perfect height…

for my cock.

Damn!

Sure enough, Bonnie fiddled with the height for a few seconds until the platform rested behind my balls. Then she produced a second piece of metal which she secured to the first, creating a set of cock and ball stocks.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now!" She purred, dropping to her knees. "Mine, all mine!"

She fished my cock out of the panties and ran her tongue along it. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. It looked like a scene from a porn movie, and just like a movie… I felt nothing! My prison allowed me to feel her hot breath and a little dampness as her tongue slipped over the gaps in the metal, but nowhere near enough to get me over.

And she knew it.

She licked, nibbled and tormented me. When I saw the evil glint in her eye, I knew what was coming, but I was powerless to stop it.

She took me in her mouth.

I could feel the sweet teasing, the light biting, the tongue bath, the suction. I couldn't stop myself as I grabbed her hair and forced my dick deeper into her mouth. She was both my fantasy and my nightmares come true.

It didn't matter. There was nothing I could do to increase my pleasure. I tried everything, The cage grew so tight I hope my cock would break it apart! But in the end, I released Bonnie's hair as my hands fell uselessly to my side.

"Are you done?" She asked sweetly.

"Yes." I said…fighting back tears.

"You know, I told you how it was my fantasy to use you for my pleasure." She ran her fingers through her hair, "Seems to me that I was the one being used there." I kept quiet. "Are you telling me you need to be punished again?" I REALLY kept quiet.

"I guess I'll have to think on that. Maybe after a good nights sleep."

"Yeah," I agreed, "Sleep sounds good."

Oh," She said in that sweet voice, "We are going to have such a busy morning!"

She held up handcuffs. "But first!" And she locks my hands behind me.

Then, oh sweet miracle then she takes out her key and unlocks my chastity. The thin wire Renee added breaks with a slight yank. And my cock was free! In less than a second I am large, hard and in cha…

Well, two out of three.

It was quivering with need. A few strokes or maybe a single lick and I would explode!

Instead, Bonnie grabbed a spray can and coated my cock with a freezing mist. As I was still bound to the cock stock, I couldn't avoid it. My proud erection disappeared and my cock shrank and shrank.

Bonnie opened the hinged circle which had been behind my balls. In its place she took a slightly smaller circle and fitted my balls through it. Then she used her thumbs to force my shrunken cock through.

I've learned when Bonnie's smile is widest, my troubles are greatest.

Her grin was from ear to freaking ear.

She held up the chastity I had been wearing tonight. Then she brought up a new tube. It was about one third as big as the one I had found so small.

No way, no fucking way!

Psssssssssssssssssssssttttt went the spray can.

Way.

She pushed the small cap against my glans and aligned prongs with holes in the metal circle I wore. Both pieces hooked together at the top where she slid a key in sideways. A hard twist and she left part of the key in it, completing the lock.

"I hadn't planned on using this one, but it was the only chastity I had with a different lock." She grabbed my balls to insure she had my full attention. "Do not look up how to pick this lock! I can borrow another one from Renee that is so much worse."

She leaned in closer. "Instead, find out what a sounding is, and see how many chastity cages have it available."

I had no idea what she was talking about, and I was still terrified. Then all the questions I had asked myself started to get answers…

"How did you know?"

"Oh you big dumb ox. It's how I afford this house and all my toys. I'm a hacker."

She bounced my trapped balls in one hand, "And you never piss off a hacker."

Chapter Three (added: 2018/09/01)

"I must admit," Bonnie said, "The corset was a pleasant surprise. I thought Renee would put you in a cami or something. Did she loan this to you?" She walked around my helpless body. "No way would she sell this for twenty bucks."

"Twenty?" I craned my next to follow her. "Your friend sold me six bags full of god-knows-what for over three grand!"

Bonnie eyes locked on mine. How could someone so small be this terrifying? "You better not be lying." She finally said In a very soft voice.

I have never been so happy that I told the truth.

I marveled as Bonnie jumped into action….by sitting. She was on three computers, her phone, a pad and the microwave…although the last one was for tea.

After a while she looked at me, "$3,217 sound about right?"

"No, it was under $3,100."

An eyebrow went up. "So you are telling the truth." She muttered. She went back to attacking her computers as I concentrated on not getting an erection.

After a few more minutes of activity; "Okay, done! Your money is back with a small bonus, and the shipment of heels she desperately needs was just routed to Boise.

"What's in Boise?"

"With any luck, short people." She spun around in her chair. "Now let me get you out of that corset…unless you want to keep it on?"

"I'm really looking forward to breathing again. I have such fond memories of air."

"Shouldn't take long to untie….wait." She grabbed scissors from her desk. "This will…say what?"

"What?" I answered automatically.

"The lace she used has a metal core. These shears can't cut it."

"You mean I'm stuck?"

"No, I'm pissed." She left me and rummaged under her sink for a bit. She straightened holding bolt cutters."Wish me luck." She said as she moved to my back.

"That depends on what you are planning to cut off." I said, trying…and failing…to be funny.

Two soft "Tttks" later I could feel the crushing squeeze lessen. Bonnie pulled the laces from their holes and my comfort increased.

Before it was completely unlaced, I felt it slid down my body. I took my first deep breath in hours. "Thank you." I breathed.

"Oh I thought of the way you'll thank me." She whispered, pulling the old corset away. "But for now, kneel."

"Um…." I wanted to keep her happy, but if I went down, my balls were going to stay up. She held up a small cotter pin. "Down!" She commanded.

The post collapsed as I knelt. My knees hit the floor without any damage to my cock and balls. She tousled my hair. "Such a good pony."

Say what?

She busied herself buckling a leather contraption to my face. I couldn't figure out what it was supposed to do as all it limited was my peripheral vision. But it was now part of me. I gave my head a test shake. It didn't shift but I heard bells ring.

Pony?

She held a metal rod to my mouth. It looked like a large capital H. Dutifully I opened wide and she pushed it in then spent a minute or two attaching it to my head restraint. Finally a strap went under my chin, forcing my teeth against the rod. I could feel padding as I bit, so that wasn't bad.

The metal piece I could feel bouncing at the back of my tongue. THAT was bad.

"Most people do not understand the proper function of reins" She lectured. "A simple bit in the mouth does not fully convey to the slave how much he is controlled."

She must have touched the damn thing, because the plate lifted off my tongue. "Thank GLUUURRRK!" The second I started to speak, she pressed it down.

It was horrible. No matter how hard I bit down, I couldn't stop that plate from crushing my tongue. I had to fight to not throw up. I didn't try to talk again.

"Remember when I told you I wanted to control you? Well, there's actually a bit more to it. Get up slave." She smiled and the pressure on my tongue was lifted.

"What excites me, what REALLY gets me wet, is being able to do something to you, something you hate, and there is no way for you to stop me!" As she talked. She freed me from the pole.

The plate tapped against my tongue. "Imagine you had locked a chastity belt on me, after shoving a remote controlled vibrator up my….ever….so…wet….pussy!"

My torture didn't matter, my cock twitched at her words….or tried to at least.

"Even if I wasn't bound in any other way, I couldn't stop you from making me cum. I'd be helpless. Your………….prisoner."

Call me crazy, but I think she was enjoying the idea too.

"There are a few fun things I can do to you. A vibrating….no! An ELECTRIC butt plug! Shocking you because I can. Did you know some chastities have electrodes attached? Just imagine I am lying at your feet with my pussy and ass filled with toys….and you know if you get hard, you'll fry your dinkey."

Her hand caressed my leather-crossed face. "Instead, I decided to play nice. You wear a curb bit. It makes you instantly obedient to my slightest wish."

She snapped leashes to the bottom of the H thingie. "If I want you to follow me, all I have to do is lightly pull and you'll go where ever I lead." She amused herself by walking around the room as I desperately tried to keep the leash loose.

"Or." She said as she unsnapped the leashesn through them over my shoulders and re-attached them to the top of the H. "I can be behind you, say in a cart. You'd pull a little pony cart for me? Wouldn't you Trigger?" With that, she pulled back on the reins and I gagged.

Years ago I read that we are the only mammals that can't breathe and swallow at the same time. Turns out we also can't breathe when a psycho is playing horsey.

Great wracking sobs escaped from me when I was allowed to breathe again. I had fallen to my knees at some point, but that didn't matter.

The only thing I cared about was getting out of there alive.

She was crazy.

And not fun crazy.

"Too much?" She asked lightly. "Let's try again. UP!" I shot to my feet before she could force me.

"Good! Now, how about we get those lazy knees a bit higher?" She shook the reins, "A BIT Higher! I made a joke!"

Being gagged, I didn't have to laugh, but I did lift my knees as high as I could with every step.

She flicked the reins. "Put some life in it! Up Up UP!!!" I had to lift my legs at an angle to avoid my bound balls, But I kept my legs moving. Anything to keep her happy.

"That's right, you just march in place." She commanded. "Hey, raise your arms so I can whip that naughty ass!"

I moved my cuffed wrists up my back, huffing with the effort of marching. It had been a long night.

Bonnie was silent, no doubt planning her next torture. Suddenly she was in front of me.

"STOP!" She yelled at me. Her hands grabbed the sides of the H and she pulled my face down to hers. "Why isn't it working?" She cried.

All I could do was stare at her as I sucked in all the air I could. What was her problem?

"I finally get a toy to play with and it is not right!" She pushed my face away. "I dreamed of this night for so long. Trapping you, playing with you, BREAKING your spirit. Making you my devoted slave…"

She flopped into a chair. "But it's not right." She got to her feet and paced around me. "I wanted to tame a wild stallion. I would win of course, but only after a magnificent struggle that lasted weeks…. MONTHS!"

She sat again. "Instead I get all the exciteent of a pony ride at the kiddie zoo." She grabbed a magazine and flipped through the pages, not really looking at it. "I guess it's not your fault, maybe I'm too good at being a Mistress." She stared at me, pouting.

What the hell did I do wrong?

More importantly, what would she do to me because I disappointed her?

She threw down the magazine and approached me. "Sorry it didn't work out." I felt a cuff fall off my wrist. "No hard feelings?"

What? And I do mean What The FUCK? She rummaged in a drawer. "You take off the head piece, I'll get the key to your chastity."

I grabbed the leather and pulled..swore…then I carefully felt for the buckles that would get this piece of shit off me. It wasn't easy, but I was inspired.

As I still wasn't sure if this wasn't just another one of her crazy tests, I gently put the gag on a table. She unlocked the chastity.

I didn't waste any time getting dressed. She pulled me down for a light kiss, shoved something white in my hands and ushered me out the door. "I hope you had fun." were her parting words.

She had given my the white leather corset I had been trapped in. Was it a hint, an order… WHAT?

I mean, ten minutes earlier I had been worried about dying, now I was back in the friend zone? I drove home slowly, carefully, trying to figure out what had just happened.

Later, in my apartment, I was still in a daze. I couldn't just dismiss it all saying she was nuts.

She was, but why was I so confused?

Sex, of course. The sex had been incredible and she had promised more.

Always a good thing.

She had used me, made me into a sex toy.

Okay, some of that was fun.

But the cross-dressing, the choking, crazy Renee…that had all been horrible.

Hadn't it?

Then why did I feel empty?

Winston Churchill had said that he felt the most alive when a bullet barely missed him. Maybe it was the excitement I missed.

Yeah, that was it. The Adrenalin rush of danger, coupled with the excitement of sex, Forbidden Sex! Of course I wanted more! Who wouldn't?

I had to figure out how to get her back. But first…

First I had a more pressing problem. I sat in front of my screen and typed the question that had been plaguing me.

It took me a number of false starts before I found my answer.

"What is a cammie?"

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