Joyce and Shawna · Part 1 (1/4)
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Hanging Around the Attic
It was one of those days… a breezy sunny Saturday morning and Joyce was feeling that particular restlessness, she rolled over in the bed bumping lightly into Shawna who stirred in her sleep. Joyce and Shawna lived together in an old 1900’s wooden house on the edge of suburbia. Shawna was a stunning slim blond 6’2” trans woman. Joyce, her wife and best friend was a 5’7” woman of East African descent. They bought the house a couple of years ago together and it was the perfect frame for their discreet BDSM lifestyle. Joyce was a self-confessed bondage nut, craving the most stringent of restraints and predicaments, which Shawna was only too happy to devise and set up on a regular basis.
As Joyce was tossing and turning, Shawna had woken up – looking at her soulmate in the morning light. “Hmm, it’s one of those days, isn’t it hon?" she said.
“Yeah," Joyce replied with a guilty smile, “I’ve got the itch again…" and playfully licked Shawna’s nose. She smiled at Joyce and let a hand slide under the satin sheets and without too much effort found her wet spot. “I’ve been thinking about something I’ve wanted to do to you for a while. Remember those old framed Robert Bishop drawings we had on the playroom wall, back at the old place? I think I’ve figured out how to do one of those.”
Joyce squirmed gently under her lover’s touch, thinking of what she might have in store. Besides being a software developer by trade, Shawna was a talented and sought-after metal sculpture artist. Having a well assorted workshop out back in the old garage, she had the talent and everything at her disposal to create the most infernal of steel restraints from scratch. This project wouldn’t require too much fabrication. “I’ve ordered a few items which should arrive today and I need to build some things too, so I should have everything ready tomorrow.”
Joyce was a realtor and had two open houses across town that Saturday. She set off and the day went by in a haze, as her mind was constantly on what was going on back home and what Shawna might be preparing for Sunday. Meanwhile Shawna had changed to her shop coveralls and rolled out her arc welder.
Shawna started by cutting two lengths of half-inch round iron bar and shaped them into two closed rings. One was about 8 inches in diameter, while the other was about 3 inches in diameter. The two rings were welded together on top of each other, like a number eight, with the exception the top ring was turned 90 degrees from the larger bottom ring. Setting this piece aside for now, Shawna focused on the next couple of items to fabricate. First she cut a one foot 1” steel pipe and threaded it in both ends. One end was screwed into a round 3½” flange with 4 mounting holes. The other end of the pipe was closed off with a cap, into which she had drilled a 1/4” hole.
In this hole was mounted a closed eyelet hook, held by a large hex-nut inside the cap. A strong steel locking belt buckle was welded onto a single link of sturdy chain. The link was then padlocked onto the eyelet, Shawna made one more of these contraptions and put the two devices next to the welded double ring, which had cooled off in the meantime.
Next, it was time to create an adjustable thigh spreader bar. Shawna fitted rounded flat 2” steel brackets on the end of two sturdy stainless-steel pipes. The diameters of the pipes were measured, so one could snugly slide into the inner diameter of the other. She cold-riveted a set of 2-inch leather straps onto the metal brackets and riveted two smaller 5/8” locking belt buckles and straps on each of the wide straps. Last, Shawna drilled a series of holes through the two pipes, allowing for adjustment of the spreader bar length by moving a Clovis pin.
Having completed the metalwork, some leather parts were to be made. Shawna was fabricating a simple waist suspension harness. In a dusty box Shawna found a very long 1½-inch wide black leather strap rolled up. Having bought it for a song at a flea market, she figured it had been part of some horse reins once upon a time. “I knew this would come in handy one day," Shawna thought, as she rolled it out. It was about 10 feet long, so she cut it down to the length she had calculated for her needs. One length would be riveted together to form a waist belt loop, just wide enough to slip over Joyce’s hips. The remaining length of leather was folded over the front of the waist loop to form a long crotch strap.
Shawna had previously sewn two thick and padded sleeves of black-dyed sheepskin, about 1½ foot long and about 2 inches wide. She pushed one of these sleeves on to the middle-back of the waist loop and thoroughly riveted it together. The other sheepskin sleeve was pushed over both the ends of the crotch strap. Shawna positioned where Joyce would be sitting on it and made a small vertical cut in the sheepskin tube and the crotch strap. This would be important later… The two ends of the crotch strap were riveted together, ending in a sturdy welded D-ring.
The end result was a harness, which would be worn around the waist, passing through the crotch from front to rear, where it would attach to a suspension point. Since the harness would be supporting a considerable part of the wearer’s weight, it was padded in both the small of the back of the wearer as well as through the crotch. Shawna wanted her wife to enjoy the experience.
Packing her cordless drill, toolbox, various hooks and bits of cord and chain, Shawna set off for the attic of the old house, where she would set up everything for Joyce’s playtime. The house had a peculiar little tower-like structure in the front of the house, which they both had found endearing when they bought the house. The tower’s tiny and currently empty 12×12 feet interior could only be reached by a narrow little staircase in the back of the main attic. The staircase ended in a solid oak hatch in the tower’s floor. An old and very solid deadbolt kept the hatch closed from beneath – and also trapping anyone in the tower, Joyce had immediately noted at first exploration.
For good measure and effect, Shawna had later adorned the deadbolt with a heavy, antique padlock they once had found at a yard sale. The lock was completely unnecessary, yet gave the tower a proper dungeon vibe. Shawna unlocked the well-oiled lock, flipped the hatch up and went up into the tower. She spent the next 15 minutes removing the worst of the cobwebs and sweeping dust, as it had been a while since either of them had been up here.
The tower room featured a large round east-facing window about 4 feet in diameter facing the street, the glass pane was split into four parts like a compass by wooden dividers. The window supposedly could tilt open, yet seemed to have been painted shut decades ago. The glass was somewhat grimy; one could easily see out, but unless one stood directly in the street and looked up, it was hard to see anything in the attic tower. This would however serve a purpose, so while cleaning Shawna deliberately left the window glass alone. She did however install a 5-foot-wide set of metal blinds, which could cover the window.
In front of the window there was a 10 wide and 10-foot-tall open space between two solid wooden columns and several very strong overhead beams, holding up the tiled roof. Having cleaned the area, Shawna quickly set to work. The sun was beating down on the roof, raising the temperature to a toasty mid-nineties, even with the ventilation ports set in the wall under the window, and it would only get hotter as the sun got higher in the sky. Using the drill bit and some woodscrews, Shawna first attached the two 1-foot metal pipes by the flanges to the two wooden columns about 3 feet above the floor, so they were facing each other. Using a step-ladder she had brought up, she attached a sturdy eye bolt into the main overhead beam. This this eyebolt could easily carry 500 lbs. if necessary. Another eye bolt was attached to a crossbeam on the back wall opposite the window.
Shawna attached a 5-foot steel cable to the ceiling eye bolt, using a locking steel carabiner for mountain climbing. The fabricated figure-8 set of steel rings were attached to the end of this cable, by the device’s small upper ring. Another steel cable was attached to the small upper ring and run to the eye bolt on the back wall. The two cables ensured the twisted figure-8 rings were suspended in place with the large lower ring facing the window. Shawna was almost ready with the preparations, finishing up by building a small set of stairs using 6 cinder blocks she had brought up earlier. She used the blocks to build steps up to 3 blocks high on the floor beneath the rings.
Finally, she mounted 4 wireless HD cameras in several places; three were pointed at the center of the room in various heights and angles. The last camera pointed out the window to the street below. Having run DC power to all the cameras, Shawna finished, packing up her tools. She closed the blinds in front of the window and heading downstairs again, Shawna closed up and locked the tower for the night.
A few hours later, Joyce came home and it was time for dinner. Joyce was brimming with curiosity, peppering Shawna with questions. She had no clue what Shawna had planned and was asking left and right, yet Shawna held her ground and didn’t give Joyce a single clue. It was getting late and it was time for bed. Shawna would only hint to Joyce that she had a long Sunday ahead of her tomorrow. As they went to bed Joy begged Shawna to gag and tie her up. Shawna leaned in and kissed her, replying, “You’ll get more than you can imagine tomorrow, baby – now go to sleep you horny ditz.”
As Sunday morning rolled around, Joyce was instantly awake; “When do we start, honey?" she asked giddily, almost bouncing up and down in the bed with excitement.
Shawna yawned and stretched out in their king-size bed. “We start now my dear – go downstairs and grab yourself a solid breakfast to last the day and I’ll get things ready for you up here. Oh, and clean yourself inside out," she winked to Joyce, “-and remember to drink a lot too – you’re going to need it. I am expecting a call from an art gallery that wants to display some of the metal sculptures I did last month, so you are going to have some alone-time today." Joyce mulled all this over, slipped out of the sheets and padded downstairs to shower and eat.
Meanwhile, Shawna made the bed, freshened up, and went up to the attic with a few things. Coming down again, she pulled out a suitcase from the back of the bedroom closet where she had hidden some special items she had collected over the last few weeks for this special event. She went to change into a classic Dominatrix outfit; unsleeved turtleneck black PVC leotard, black matching opera gloves and some nice shiny thigh-highs. She added some accents; spiky collar and riveted waist belt just for the looks.
As she was putting out the last items on the bed, she heard Joyce on the stairs. “Oh my!" she exclaimed entering the bedroom, seeing Shawna ready for action with all the goodies on the bed. Eyeing Shawna with a sultry look, noticing the growing bump between her legs, Joyce slowly stepped out of her robe and stepped up close to Shawna and clasped her arms around her PVC clad body. “I’m eternally yourrrs, Mistress-Wife – take me all the way to hellllll, my dearrrrrr!" Joyce purred in a hilarious Eartha Kitt impression, which had Shawna bursting with laughter while desperately trying to stay in character as the Domme.
Shawna loved the hammy play-acting as much as her wife, and ordered her to sit down on the bed and handed her a metal lockbox with a keypad on it. “Before we get started, I need you to enter a 6-digit combination on the keypad. I can’t see it and you need to remember it until tomorrow," Shawna said. Joyce thought about it for a moment while Shawna looked away and entered an easy number she could remember. Without knowing or asking what it was for, she played the sub role and obediently handed the lockbox back to Shawna who set it aside on the nightstand and left it open. “Okay, great – let’s get you ready then," Shawna said.
Shawna first handed Joyce a pair of crotchless pantyhose to put on. As she did, Shawna knelt down in front of her wife with a very medical-looking device in a sterile bag. Joyce’s eyes went wide with recognition, as she had seen, yet never had a Foley catheter installed before. “Trust me hon, you are going to need this later today.”
Joyce responded with a sigh “Okay, but please be careful, I’ve never had anything inside my pee-hole before."
“I will," Shawna responded, “these things are lubed up sterilized and I’ll be super careful, don’t worry." Shawna put on a pair of blue latex gloves and used a cotton swab with some disinfectant to clean Joyce around her urethra. Shawna unpacked the catheter, then gently spread Joyce’s Labia and inserted the head of the tube.
Joyce tried to sit still, uttering, “Oh wow, that feels SO strange," as Shawna fed the tube in a few inches. She attached a syringe filled with saline water to the inflation port, which enlarged the bulb at the end of the catheter, keeping it in place.
“Okay, we’re done here. Don’t worry about any dripping – the catheter will be closed off until I attach a tube to the drain port," Shawna said. “Now, let’s get you plugged up properly," she continued, “I’ve managed to find these really neat remote-controlled vibrators. Let’s get them where they need to go. I’ll need you to stand up…"
Shawna knelt down in front of Joyce and tenderly kissed her belly button while stroking her butt. She pulled out a small tube of lube and gently lubricated Joyce, then slowly inserted a buttplug in her rear. A quiet moan escaped Joyce’s lips and her knees trembled slightly, as she grabbed Shawna’s shoulders as the plug slid into place. Even though Joyce was getting wet already, Shawna decided to lubricate her vaginal vibrator as she knew it was going to be keeping Joyce company for some time to come.
“Here, hold it in for me," Shawna asked as she disposed of her latex gloves, got up and reached for a spandex leotard on the bed. The leopard print leotard was a long-sleeved affair, with a high neck and back zipped, which sported a triangular cutout in front, showcasing Joyce’s cleavage. At the end of the sleeves the leotard had stirrups, which would hook over Joyce’s thumbs, preventing the sleeves rolling back up. Shawna had modified it with a few cutouts with the edges neatly sewn. Some, like the half-inch cutouts for her nipples and the one in the crotch for the catheter, were obvious, but the purpose of the one-inch circular cutout on her upper arm was not obvious and left her wondering what it was for… As usual, Shawna didn’t reveal anything until she was well and ready.
When Shawna bought the leotard, she had picked the leotard a size smaller than what Joyce normally wore, to make for an extra tight fit. Shawna guided Joyce’s arms through the sleeves and zipped it up. She did not at this time put Joyce’s fingers through the stirrups just yet…
Shawna had modified the leotard with a couple of loops at the back zipper, through which she guided a small padlock and snapped it shut. With the leotard locked on securely, Shawna held the crotch part aside and fed the catheter’s tube through.
At the same time Shawna held the pantyhose out and stuck a couple of TENS pads on Joyce’s lower buttocks. Routing the wires up along Joyce’s spine, Shawna added a pair of tight latex panties to keep everything securely in place. The panties had a small reinforced round opening in front, where she pulled the catheter’s tube through.
When Shawna produced four additional TENS pads with rather long leads, Joyce’s eyes opened wide in surprise. Shawna rolled up the leotard sleeves, placing the pads on Joyce’s upper and lower arms. “Relax dear, these won’t be running at a very high setting," Shawna assured her; “They are for preventing your arms from falling asleep, keeping your circulation going inside an armbinder we’re putting on in a bit. Shawna rolled the leotard sleeves down again and guided each of Joyce’s thumbs through the leotard’s sleeve stirrups, letting the TENS wires hang down from Joyce’s wrists.
Shawna continued by sliding on a pair of black PVC opera gloves on Joyce’s hands and arms. The gloves reached up short of her armpits. Joyce admired the smooth and shiny texture, while Shawna ensured the TENS-wires were fed out the backside of each glove. Shawna then produced a pair of stretchy vinyl fist mittens, which forced Joyce to curl each of her hands into useless balled up fists. The mittens were closed snugly with wide zip-ties at her wrists and Shawna cut the ends off both.
Then she sat Joyce down on the bed again and fitted her with a pair of leather knee-high ballet boots over her nylon covered legs. A concerned look crossed Joyce’s face. “Not to worry sweetheart," Shawna said with a sly smile, “I promise you won’t be doing much walking in these." She fitted a couple of 4-inch wide padded leather ankle cuffs to Joyce’s legs. These had a couple of special modifications. Each had a one-inch leather strap going under the boot heel, effectively a proper foot stirrup, as it was strapped to the other side of the cuff. The outer side of each cuff had a foot-long holed leather strap attached, which Shawna for now tucked inside each cuff, so they wouldn’t be flopping around until they were needed…
She finished off the work on Joyce’s legs by strapping her knees together and clipping on a 12-inch chain between her ankles. These were temporary, she explained to Joyce.
Next a large stainless-steel collar went around Joyce’s neck. The collar was very ornate with large jet black oval stones embedded around the front, and the dime dropped for Joyce – “Wow, this is exactly like the Bishop girl suspended in the attic! OMG!! That is what you’ve been planning?!" As Shawna noddingly confirmed, Joyce bubbled with delight. The collar was fastened with a small Allen-screw in the back. Joyce felt the weight of it on her collarbone; the thought that it was now locked around her neck made her even more wet.
Shawna picked up a white leather armbinder, which she drew firmly up over Joyce’s arms. She carefully ran the wires from the arm TENS pads out through the opening of the armbinder. It had a distinct ball-shape at the end, designed to comfortably yet tightly hold Joyce’s mitten fists. Two straps went over her shoulders and criss-crossed on her chest, while another two straps went around the armbinder encircling Joyce’s upper arms and wrists. Shawna pulled up the heavy zipper and for added security she closed it with another small padlock. Each of the other armbinder straps were padlocked as well.
Shawna clipped a small portable TENS-unit to the rim of the armbinder and connected the four wires coming out of the armbinder. When she flipped on the TENS-unit, Joyce felt a strong but rather pleasant thrumming in her arms, despite them being tightly encased in leather on her back. Shawna then unplugged the wires from Joyce’s arms and instead plugged in the two wires from the TENS pads in her panties. Shawna pressed another button on the TENS unit and made Joyce yelp out of surprise. The electrical zap felt like a smack over her butt checks and made her hip muscles spasm. It wasn’t too painful although it wasn’t pleasant either.
Joyce looked up at Shawna with puppy dog eyes. “Really, was that necessary?”
Shawna cuddled her chin and stroked her hair; “Yes, it will fire off at random on low to medium level to keep you on your toes, however I think you will be distracted by these two," as she held up the vibrator remotes. “I’ve replaced the stock batteries with special LiPo cells – they could probably last you for days if necessary."
While looking into Joyce’s eyes, Shawna first fired up the vibrator in the buttplug. Joyce’s eyes grew wide in response, then rolled halfway up in their sockets for a moment as she groaned with pleasure. Shawna promptly shut it off; “Yeah, it works alright – let’s try the other." As the vaginal dildo kicked in Joyce squirmed where she sat and panted heavily. “Don’t get too excited my dear," Shawna said as she shut it off again; “This one will be running on random as well and if my programming holds up, it should keep you on the edge of cumming for a long time.”
Having effectively secured Joyce’s arms and tested the vibes and TENS pads, she took a shoulder-length platinum blond wig and placed it over Joyce’s own curly hair. “There, now we’ve captured Storm, of the X-Men!" Shawna giggled while Joyce rolled her eyes and smiled back.
The last piece for now, was a pump-gag harness. The harness was a large molded piece of white leather, which went under Joyce’s chin as well as bridging her nose to end in two straps at the back of her head. The harness had a D-ring attached to the back as well one on each side. In front a pump was screwed onto a check valve, which was attached to a butterfly-gag rubber bladder on the inside of a wide thick leather strap, which would hold Joyce’s mouth wide open yet completely sealed.
Before putting it on her, Shawna offered Joyce a glass of water with a straw. She gladly accepted. “Any last request before I gag you?" Shawna asked.
“Just a parting kiss from my Mistress and Eternal Tormentor, Before She Condemns me to the Fate I Deserve," Joyce replied dramatically, deliberately hamming it up again with a smile.
Joyce and Shawna · Part 1 (1/4)
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