Circus Story – 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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Now Horsie," she said with mock severity. "You've been very lax in your duties lately, so I'm going to do a little something to impress you with how much I love having you all for my very own Horsie and how I hate to see you spending so much time in Molly's trailer. Understand?"
I whined and nodded my head, agreeing that I shouldn't be spending so much time there. Actually, I had almost found what I was after…… but She Devil took my assent as permission to punish me "Very well," she said, uncoiling a length of rope. "Kneel down!"
I did as she ordered, unsure of where all this was leading, and quickly found that she had bound my left ankle to my upper left thigh and was doing the same with my right! As always with She Devil, I was completely nude except for my bridle, and as she fussed over me, I felt myself oddly excited by the feel of her leather boots brushing against me, the whisper of her tan denim jodhpurs, and the softness of her breasts through her white silk blouse as she leaned over me.
But this was no time to think of that. What was happening to me? She Devil tied each ankle immovably to its thigh, and now she was tying my knees together with a long, long length of the soft but strong nylon rope. As I looked down in wonder, she took the unused portion of this rope, which was sticking out from behind my bent knees, and was using it to wrap my bent legs! Around and around she went, tightening and re-tightening, until my leg stumps were bound together like a mummy, encircled by yards and yards of the white cord, from my ankles and upper thighs right down to my pink knees.
But She Devil wasn't finished there. In no time, she had produced a frilly, lace trimmed, corset of heavy white satin, reinforced with strong plastic ribs, and she was fastening this thing around my middle, tugging mercilessly at the laces.
Ooogh! I felt my waist being nipped in to breathless tightness as She Devil pulled and pulled at the laces. The frilly white satin trim at the top and bottom of this brushed the undersides of my breasts and tickled the hairs at the top of my pussy as She Devil at last judged it confining enough and tied it off.
"Now what shall we do with those hands of yours?" She Devil mused. "Horsies don't have hands, you know! I have it!"
She went to her medicine cabinet and soon returned with two big rolls of white surgical taps. Taking each hand separately, she bent the fingers and proceeded to wrap it firmly into a useless half fist, leaving only the thumbs free. I wondered about this briefly.. until She Devil made her next move!
With a smooth motion, she unlocked my handcuffs and before I could think what to do, tied my thumbs together in front of me with a length of white nylon ribbon. Then, to finish things off, she ran a length of narrow white nylon cord from my thumbs to my knees, leaving about two feet of slack between them| "There now!" She Devil stood up and smiled down at me. "Horsie won't go wandering off now, will she?"
I looked at myself in a full length mirror on the far wall and blushed with shame. Crouched there on my hands and knees, I was a pink and white picture of helpless submission. The white bondage encircling my bent up legs and hands went perfectly with my white satin corset, accentuating the flesh tones of exposed breasts and bottom, which now reared up behind me in humiliating prominence. Encircled by my dark hair and the leather straps of my bridle, my pretty feminine face gaped uselessly at the sight I made, down on all fours and completely unable to rise, to take off my bridle… to do anything but what I was ordered!
And, standing over me, toying with a shiny black riding crop, She Devil obviously had some interesting orders planned!
"Move around some, Horsie!" she giggled softly. "I want to study your movements. Get along now!"
As best I could, I moved my bound fists forward on the carpet, then wiggled my ass behind me, sliding my knees forward to catch up. Then, when I had a little more slack, I repeated the whole shameful process: First a breathtaking jerk with my taped fists, then a tail wagging shuffle with my hampered knees to catch up. She Devil laughed delightedly at my antics.
"How cute!" she chuckled, flexing the riding crop in her hands. "But I wonder what would happen if I used this!"
I quailed at the sight of the leather quirt, shaking my head and whining for all I was worth, and She Devil laughed again.
"Oh, I don' t mean to spank your naughty bottom with," she tittered. "Not right now, anyway! But look what happens when I tickle your nipples with it… my! They're standing right up! And you're moaning! Now what happens when I brush it across the soles of your bare feet? Does that tickle? My, your bottom bounces when you jump like that! And the way your titties shake is positively indecent! Settle down Horsie!"
Somehow, I made myself stop bucking and stood there (if being forcibly tied down on one's hands and knees can be called "standing") quivering with anxiety and sexual tension as She Devil softly stroked my naked flanks with her hand, then playfully tickled me under the nose with the tip of the riding crop.
"And now, Horsie, it's time you were punished for spending so much time in Molly's trailer and making She Devil jealous!"
Punished? You mean there was more? Yes, apparently there was, because She Devil went on: "You see, it's just now Show Time and I'm going to be busy for the next few hours coordinating some of the acts. I had thought about just tying your reins to a post out in the middle of the campgrounds and leaving you there, but now I have a better idea:"
"After the Show, I'm going straight to your trailer. When I get there, I want to find you, bound just as you are now. That means you'll have to hustle your cute little ass all the way there from here! Fortunately for your sake, there won't be too many girls in this area during the show, but you'll have some pleasant moments trying to keep from being seen like that, my little modest missie! I think I may also tell the girls that there's a reward out for whoever catches you out and ties you to her trailer, just to make things interesting! So, there you have it, Horsie: You've got about three hours to sneak across camp and lock yourself in your trailer until I come for you.
If you're caught, your fate will be up to whoever catches you. But if you don't, at least try to make it, and I find you still in here when I come beck after the show…" She smiled impishly. "Well, let's just say that this nasty old riding crop has a lot of applications! 'Ta now!"
And, blowing me a kiss, she vanished out the door!
I don't know how long I huddled there in that trailer, feeling my arms and legs stiffen in their restraints, chafing under the growing ache in my neck as I strained to hold my head up, and trembling in fear at the prospect of hobbling and crawling clear across camp in this bound-up bare-assed state. I looked at myself miserably in the mirror and my big pink bottom and jiggling bare breasts seemed to mock me. How had a man like me ever gotten into a situation like this? Feminized, bridled, breasted and bound down on all fours, and in this state faced with the prospect of trying to make it clear across the circle of trailers that formed our camp, at the mercy of a bunch of gaudy whores!
For the umpteenth time I wondered what spell She Devil had cast over me to get me into a fix like this, then I sighed, nosed open the trailer door and peeked out.
It looked good. Everyone was assembled for the Opening Parade and the rest of the camp was deserted. Cautiously I turned around, backed my big rump out the door, and backed carefully down the three steps to the ground.
Down on the soft grass at last, I looked around again. Still deserted; I just might make it. But I'd better keep close to the trailers and go around the perimeter rather than cut across; that way, if anyone came, I could always duck under a trailer and hide till they passed. Cautiously, I began my journey: A forward tug on my bound arms, then a jiggling shuffle in my knees to catch up. Then another forward tug. And another shuffle. Tug-shuffle, tug- shuffle, tug-shuffle….
My bridled jaws throbbed with the pain of being kept forced open like this for so long, even as my neck screamed silent agony from the strain of holding my head up to see in front of my. Every forward tug of my bound hands jerked at the rope that secured them to my knees and prevented me from straightening up. My knees burned from the friction of scooting them across the grass, and my bent-up, rope-wrapped legs felt like they were growing numb. I had to stop, rest, and hide somewhere.
Then I looked up and saw that I was right in front of Molly's trailer.
And the door was ajar!
Over the last week or so, I had indeed been spending quite a lot of time there, as She Devil had mentioned; but not for the reason she suspected! Ever since She Devil had dropped that passing comment about Molly showing up with "a pathetic little envelope full of papers and photographs" I had been obsessed with the idea of finding them and seeing if they contained proof of Molly's identity.
You see, there was a lot about Holly that led me to believe that she was none other then my long-lost bastard cousin. As She Devil had mentioned, there was a slight physical resemblance between us: nothing major, just a hint around the chin and nose. More importantly though, Molly had mentioned to me once that she had exceptionally strong teeth and had never required any dental work! This was one characteristics that is shared by nearly all the Howard family, and when she told me about it, it clenched my suspicions. All I needed was proof. And the only place to get it would be to find that envelope full of papers and photographs, that until now I hadn't had a chance to really search for!
All this and more flashed through my mind in an instant as I tugged and pulled my way up her steps and in the door of her trailer. It might seem terribly foolish of me to try looking for anything in my present state, but I had to rest somewhere anyway, and I knew I might not get a chance like this again soon.
Half an hour later, rested and a little more mobile, I began my search. I had found a knife in the kitchenette of Molly's trailer and used it to cut the ribbon that held my thumbs together. With my hands still taped up, it didn't free me by a long shot, but at least I could raise my arms now and use my thumbs to open drawers and such.
Being familiar with Molly's trailer, it didn't take me long to find what I was looking for: a strong manila envelope tucked into some old scrapbooks. And everything I needed was right there! A birth certificate from some county in Utah that I'd never heard of, where one Kitty O'Malley, passing through with a troupe of acrobats, had delivered her daughter Molly. There were photographs, of mother and daughter that cinched the whole thing; The Kitty O'Malley in these pictures was obviously the one that Uncle Hubert's detectives were looking for, and the girl with her was just as obviously her daughter Molly!
It was all here, everything I needed. And it was in just the right package, too! Without this stuff, much as they might suspect, no one could prove that Molly was really Uncle Hubert's bastard child. With it, the proof would stand up anywhere.
And I had it all, right in my hands, to do whatever I wanted with!
For just a second, I forgot all about my present condition. I forgot that I was feminized, bound, bare breasted and bare-assed, bridled speechless and hobbling about on my knees. For that brief moment, I was Martin Howard all over again, a man of wealth and status, with infinite possibilities stretching out before him: Should I take this stuff to my greedy relatives and let them bid to buy my silence? Or should I play the hero and be the one to bring the long-lost daughter back to the arms of her dying, loving, and financially grateful repentant father? Either way, I was going to be richer than I ever had been before. All I had to do was tell She Devil that I'd had enough of Circus Life, drop out of the troupe and disappear, only to resurface in a few days as my real self.
Well, I decided, all things considered I might as well be Mr. Nice Guy and tell Molly about her inheritance and help her prove her claim to it. Besides, that would give me a chance to see She Devil again, and find out if she'd respond to me as I really was: A man!
Sighing through my open-mouth tube, I decided I'd better replace the envelope and try to sneak back to my trailer. Still in my uncomfortable bondage (a little easier now with my arms not bound together, but still awfully awkward) I pranced my ass beck to the scrapbook and, clutching the envelope as best I could with my thumb and taped fist, began putting it back.
And then a hand reached down from behind and snatched it away!
Circus Story – 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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