Joyce and Shawna · Part 2

Joyce and Shawna · Part 2 (2/4)
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Shawna leaned in over Joyce, laying her down on the bed, locking lips with her, kissing her hard, loving and deep. Joyce replied with a deeply satisfied moan. Lying back on the bed, hands and arms immobilized behind her back, knees strapped together having both her puss and butt plugged, having Shawna on top of her kissing her deeply tongue to tongue, Joyce was in heaven.

“Let’s give you a little parting present," Shawna said while pulling back. She stands up and unzips the crotch of her PVC leotard, revealing her smooth and shaven cock to Joyce. She slowly straddles Joyce’s face, gently making her swallow all her 7 inches. Joyce gladly accepts her wife’s special secret and sucks the best she’s able to, being pinned down on the bed in bondage. Shawna continues to ride her wife until she cums in her mouth. “Don’t swallow!" Shawna says, playfully stern, to Joyce who obeys. Shawna sits her up on the bed and presents the gag harness to her while Joyce is looking on.

Shawna picks up her pump-gag harness, sucking and licking the semi-inflated rubber bladder, depositing a liberal amount of saliva on it. She leans Joyce’s head back a bit, holding the bladder up to her lips; “Open carefully honey and I will slide the bladder in, yet I don’t want you to spill a drop," Shawna smiled. Joyce complies, feeling the already wet gag slide between her lips. “There, now you will have a taste of me with you the entire day," Shawna said.

She proceeded to strap the gag harness on and tightened the straps enough so the wide strap holding the bladder went behind Joyce’s full lips, covering her front teeth. She produced 3 padlocks by which the harness was locked on. “Okay let’s see how effective this thing is," Shawna said and gave the pump a series of quick squeezes. Joyce’s cheeks bulged behind her leather harness as the butterfly bladder expanded in her oral cavity. Her eyes grew wide and all of a sudden, her airflow through her mouth was now completely sealed off! Breathing in deeply through her nose, Joyce felt a bit of excess cum slide down her throat and there was nothing she could do but swallow.

Playfully Shawna reached out and pinched Joyce’s nose lightly and for a few seconds she found herself unable to make the slightest squeak. Shawna immediately to Joyce’s relief let her nose go and she took a sharp breath of air. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this babe, but now you know what this gag can do. Joyce shuddered and a tear formed in her eye. “Awww, honey – don’t be scared”; you wanted it super restrictive and I’ll give you that, but you’ll have to trust me, okay?” “hm-mmm," Joyce said, muffled, then nodded. Shawna hugged and caressed her bound soulmate for a while and Joyce calmed down again.

“Now, little birdie, I think it’s time to get you installed in your new cage," Shawna said with a smile. She raised Joyce to her ballet-heeled feet and guided her out the bedroom door to the upper floor hallway, where the stairs to the attic were at the end. Joyce breathed deeply as she walked very carefully with her knees strapped tightly together and the short chain between her ankles hobbling her steps. She relied completely on the support Shawna was giving her by holding an arm around her back, under the armbinder. Walking, Joyce felt the two plugs shifting inside of her as they walked down the hallway, and she was almost ready to cum when Shawna stopped to open the attic door and lead her up the flight of stairs to the main attic.

As they slowly made their way over to the tower staircase in the attic, Shawna caressed Joyce’s body while whispering in her ear how Joyce was now her captive wife and how she would never leave her tower again. Joyce knew perfectly well it was all fun and bullshit, yet acted wide-eyed terrified and struggled accordingly to get them both in the mood. As they got to the tower staircase in the attic, Shawna reached for an old dog leash which had been hanging on a wall hook since the last time they played up here. She told Joyce to stand still and clipped the leash to her collar.

Shawna climbed up the short, steep tower access stair, unlocked the heavy, antique padlock, slid the deadbolt open, popped the tower hatch open and went up for a few minutes to prepare a few things in the tower. Meanwhile, with no possibility of escape, tethered to the wall, tightly gagged with her arms strapped in the armbinder, Joyce could only stand in her ballet boots and rub her strapped knees together, slightly moving the two intruders below. With her ankles still chained, she could only take small steps in either direction before the dog leash halted her. She sent nervous glances up towards the tower hatch as she heard Shawna rummage around up there.

Her toes were starting to ache slightly, just as her loving mistress-wife came down the stairs. Shawna bent down and removed the strap around Joyce’s knees and removed the chain between her ankle cuffs too. “You won’t need these where you are going!" Shawna said with an ominous smile. She clipped the dog leash off Joyce’s collar, walked behind her and guided her up the narrow staircase, into the tower room.

Joyce’s eyes widened, looking quizzically at Shawna, as thinking “What in the world am I getting into here?" While she had a good idea, by way of the old Bishop drawing, what she was in for, she took in the straps, the steel rings, pipes, etc. that Shawna had put up, yet Joyce was confident that her wife would be taking good care of her.

Shawna led her to stand between the two supporting columns and picked up the long, padded leather strap. She arranged the padded loop on the floor for Joyce to step into. Shawna pulled the loop up around Joyce’s waist, positioning the sheepskin padding in the small of the back. She guided the crotch part through Joyce’s legs, from front to back and positioned the padding covering both straps right between her legs. She took care to guide the catheter tube through the slit in the sheepskin tube going through Joyce’s crotch.

Shawna held on to the other end of the crotch strap with the large D-ring ending about 6 inches above Joyce’s butt. She guided Joyce up the little 3-step cinder block staircase and had Joyce stand on the top. Shawna quickly removed 3 of the blocks so the only blocks left were the ones Joyce currently stood on. Seeing Joyce’s legs visibly shaking in her ballet booted legs, Shawna said; “Don’t worry hon, we’re going to take the weight off your feet in a moment.”

Shawna asked Joyce to bend over slightly as she guided Joyce’s armbinder through the lower large 8” steel ring already suspended from the wires from ceiling and wall. She then proceeded to attach the D-ring from the end of Joyce’s crotch strap to the bottom of the large steel ring with a sturdy carabiner.

The lengths were measured and cut to precision, Shawna acknowledged with a smile of professional pride. The suspension harness bore Joyce’s weight on her crotch, supported by the sheepskin pad in the small of her back as well as the one between her legs. The harness forced Joyce to lean over forwards, so while Shawna supported her shoulder, she quickly clipped one strap to the back of Joyce’s gag harness and another one to the back of her armbinder. These two straps were in turn connected to the small 3” ring, welded to the top of the 8” ring.

Once Shawna tightened up both straps, Joyce’s body was held forward upright, unable to tip further forwards nor backwards. Shawna walked in front of Joyce and looked her in the eye as she was still teetering in her ballet boots on top of the 3 cinder blocks, although now some of her weight rested on the two straps between her legs. “Okay, I’m going to hug your waist now and lift you slightly, then you will spread your legs out to both sides and hold them there until I can secure them. I’ll set you gently down on the crotch strap which will hold your full weight."

Joyce nodded and as soon as she spread her legs, Shawna lowered her down onto the wide sheepskin covered strap. Joyce could feel the two dormant plugs being pushed even further inside of her. Shawna took hold of Joyce’s left leg and swung it outwards towards the column, where she had mounted the short pipes on the flanges with the belt buckle attached. She picked the loose strap from the ankle cuff and secured it to the buckle on the pipe. A padlock was added to the buckle for good measure. She did the same for the right leg, effectively suspending Joyce mid-air.

The last 3 cinder blocks were removed and put on the side with others. To further minimize movement and prevent Joyce from bending her legs, the short spreader bar was attached above both her knees and padlocked too.

From a corner, Shawna produced a one-gallon empty plastic milk-jug, which she placed in an open wooden box, right underneath Joyce. She had modified the lid of the jug to accommodate two tubes tightly sealed in. One tube led over the floor and out through the tower’s vents, preventing buildup of any nasty smell in the hot tower. The other tube extended a couple of inches into the container and was about 4 feet long, reaching up to Joyce’s crotch, where Shawna connected it to the catheter tube. Immediately Joyce’s bladder emptied out into the jug, without her being able to do anything about it.

Already Joyce was getting excited, the strain on her arms, the pressure on her crotch, the tight gag in her mouth and her wife’s gentle touch as she worked on her restraints. Every little ‘tink’ of a closing padlock sent sparks through her mind and delicious shivers down her spine.

The loss of control turned her on massively. Joyce could hardly move and now even control of her own bladder was taken away. She could only slightly flap her armbinder around inside the large ring behind her. However, once Shawna had secured a short strap between the small 3” top ring and the D-ring at the tip of the armbinder, that movement was eliminated as well. Joyce was effectively suspended and secured. She could wiggle her feet and turn her head somewhat, but other than that, the combination of bondage and gravity kept her completely in check. Joyce was getting both anxious and excited. She was somewhat scared of the TENS units on her butt if it was going to hurt much.

She was also worried about the heat, as the morning had hardly started and the attic was warming up fast, with the sun beating down on the roof. At the same time her inner fire was slowly building to a roar and her skin was sweating. Was she really going to be left alone up here, suspended in this oven?

Shawna took a couple of the cinder blocks and placed them in front of Joyce so she could step up and look her directly in the eyes. She cupped her chin with her hands and said; “I know you’re starting to get warm sweetie, which is why I’m going to have to do something you really won’t like, but it will ensure you stay hydrated and healthy. It will hurt for a moment, but I promise it will be alright. Joyce lifted her eyebrows and tried to speak through the pumped-up gag, but only some humming sounds came out through her nose and she wiggled her feet in the stirrups. Shawna opened up a sealed box, which had been sitting in the back.

She produced a large saline bag with a drip, a hose and a sterile needle package. As Shawna unpacked the items, Joyce’s eyes grew wide and her body strained even more against her bonds, yet nothing gave, so she slumped in her harness and waited for the inevitable. Shawna used the step ladder to hang the saline bag on a nearby hook on the ceiling rafter and got the drip started. She approached Joyce’s side and all of a sudden Joyce understood what the cutout on her upper arm was for. Joyce gave a disapproving grunt; Shawna looked at her with a serious frown; “Honey, please hold still. It will hurt less that way.

If it makes any difference, I’ve tried this on myself so I know exactly what it feels like."

Shawna dabbed the exposed skin with an alcohol-soaked piece of cotton and expertly slid the IV into Joyce’s skin. Joyce remained still but was not happy about it, and whined in her gag as the momentary pain subsided. “I’m so sorry honey, but it was either this or waiting until wintertime, which would have posed an entirely different set of problems," said Shawna while she applied a couple strips of medical tape to hold the drip in place. Joyce gave a resigning sigh through her nose and let the drip do its thing. “That will take care of your fluid balance," Shawna said, “but we still need to make sure you don’t burn up, as the temperature around noon will easily hit 120 up here.”

Lifting one eyebrow; “Jeez, what else do you have in store for me, lady?" Joyce thought. Meanwhile Shawna removed a hose from the large cooler. She attached it to a small black cylinder the size of a large soup can, which hung over Joyce’s head. She had earlier installed a small adjustable drip valve in the bottom, to which a bendable gooseneck pipe was connected. Shawna positioned the end of the dripper about a foot directly over Joyce’s forehead and slowly opened the valve, so a drop of ice-cold water splashed down on Joyce’s head every three seconds. Joyce shuddered and groaned into her gag.

“Hon, think of this as Chinese water torture: There’s a little fountain pump and pressure switch in the cylinder, which will keep it filled with cold ice water from the cooler. It will keep you alert and prevent you from nodding off too! Come to think of it, the TENS zapper on your butt will help with that as well!”

If eyes could kill, Shawna would have been a smoldering pile of ash and Joyce hard thrashed in her bonds swinging her head from side to side, making very unladylike sounds behind the gag, trying to avoid the drip. “Right, I almost forgot about that”; said Shawna matter-of-factly and reached for a couple of 4-foot adjustable leather straps. She snapped one into the rings on each side of Joyce’s gag harness and attached the other end to waiting eyebolts in the side columns. As she tightened the straps, Joyce found to her frustration that she couldn’t move her head a fraction of an inch in any direction! The cold water drops hit her head with an audible “plop," soaking through her white wig and her own hair, slowly trickling down her spine, cooling her in the process.

Shawna stepped back in front of Joyce and stroked her hair and her perky breasts, straining against the leotard “Now, let’s get that TENS unit going on your arms, so they don’t go numb inside the armbinder. You are going to be in it for a while, after all." She plugged the wires coming out of Joyce’s armbinder into the small TENS-unit still clipped to the back of the armbinder. When she pushed a button, Joyce immediately felt the pleasant pulsing in her arms as her muscles involuntarily contracted rhythmically, ensuring proper blood flow.

Shawna was growing a considerable gurl-boner of her own, however she was considerate that this was Joyce’s playtime, so she put her own needs aside and continued. “One thing I learned after I got my own breasts is how sensitive the nipples became," Shawna mused while playing with Joyce’s large brown nipples, poking through the pre-sewn holes in the leotard. She produced a set of clover nipple clamps with a chain in between. “No pain, no gain my dear," Shawna giggled; “You’ll have these two to keep you company while you stew up here." Joyce uttered a muffled squeal as the nip-clamps did their job; tightening their grip.

To increase the tension, Shawna clipped a 6-inch bouncy spring to the middle of the nipple clamp chain and then locked a medium sized padlock to the end of the spring. “You better be careful throwing any weight around, as any movement will be compounded by the spring, and the weight will bounce up and down on the spring, pulling at your nips," Shawna said with a husky voice in Joyce’s ear. Joyce protested with a small nasal whine behind the inflated rubber bladder in her mouth. The gag formed an airtight seal with her lips.

It was time for Shawna to reveal the last and probably most sinister part of her setup. This was a twist, which the Bishop girl certainly did not have to endure. From another box next to the cooler, she picked up what, to Joyce, looked like a camo-colored ribbon, with a small black plastic disc attached. A small wire with a jack plug came out of the disc. Shawna turned it over in her hands, demonstrating; “this is a military throat microphone, sweetie," Shawna explained; “it is almost impervious to outside noise and is tuned to listen for human voice box sounds.

Shawna unbuckled the throat-mic ribbon and clipped it snugly around Joyce’s throat right above the steel collar, making sure the black disc was next to Joyce’s larynx. With the mike in place, she picked up another gadget, which looked like some kind of modified TENS unit with some additional buttons and dials on. Shawna clipped that box to the middle of the spreader bar between Joyce’s knees, then connected the throat mike’s wire to it. The TENS pad wires coming out the back of Joyce’s latex panties were also connected to the box.

As Joyce couldn’t move her head one bit, she was unaware of what was going on, so she patiently waited until Shawna came back in front of her, hopefully offering an explanation.

However, Shawna wasn’t quite done yet. She reached into the box again and picked up what looked like another couple of TENS pads but these were round and had color markings. She reached inside the triangular opening of Joyce’s leotard and put them near her heart. “These are just sensors for monitoring your heartbeat from downstairs," Shawna said: “You’ll be experiencing a lot of…things up here, so I’ll keep an eye on you through the cameras and these sensors, including your internal and external temperature to make sure you are fine. Yes – your buttplug is also a thermometer – how about that?" Shawna giggled. Joyce rolled her eyes and thought; “So now I have an IoT device up my ass? Lovely…”

Joyce’s attention turned to the next item which Shawna took out of the box; as Shawna turned it over in her hands, Joyce was stumped and could not figure out what it was: It looked like one of those old-school black plastic film canisters from the 80’s, just about twice as long. The device had what looked like a cone shaped dust filter attached to one end of the cylinder and a valve on the other end. A couple of strange orange rubber protrusions were sticking out on the middle side of the cylinder. They almost looked like two miniature orange buttplugs seated close together.

The plugs were hollow inside, only about a one and a quarter inch long, tapering out from a diameter of about one quarter inch to about a half inch at the bases. In addition, the mysterious cylinder had a leather strap with a buckle attached to the cylinder’s ends. A control wire came out of the middle of the cylinder.

The wire was plugged into the box on the spreader bar. Then, as Joyce watched with equal interest and concern, Shawna smeared a thin layer of Vaseline on the outside of the orange tubes, then gently, yet firmly guided them into Joyce’s nostrils. Shawna wrapped the leather strap around Joyce’s neck and buckled it snug in the back, securing the buckle with the obligatory final padlock.

Joyce, initially quite uncomfortable with what was going on, found that she could still breathe easily through the tubes now firmly seated inside her nose. The Vaseline made a perfect airtight seal and she was inhaling fresh air through the filter at the end of the cylinder.

Shawna began explaining, and for the first time Joyce wished she hadn’t started this adventure. “These last bits took me quite a bit of time to fabricate and get completely right, and you will absolutely hate them honey," Shawna began: “I call it the Silencer. The good news is that while the setup is somewhat scary, it’s absolutely safe. I’ve spent weeks testing it on myself “As you can see you’ve been tied up in front of the tower window and we don’t want you to attract any unwanted attention from the neighbors, when they’re out on their Sunday strolls. You’ll have a nice view of the street, but nobody can see you due to the dirty glass.

Well… not unless they carry a couple of binoculars and look directly up here. And as I’m sure you’ll agree, we don’t want to give them a reason to do that. Anyway, the purpose of the device under your nose is simple: to train you to be completely silent. Any screaming, yelping, moaning or crying noise made by your vocal cords over a preset threshold, will immediately set off a 10 second punishment cycle. Remember when I pinched your nose down in the bedroom, how the pump gag now has blocked any breathing through your mouth completely?”

Joyce stared wild-eyed back at her wife and made minute shaking motions with her head, anticipating the worst.

“That is exactly what the device strapped to your nose will do. It contains an electric cut-off air valve. When triggered, the Silencer will completely cut off your nose air for 10 seconds. There is a 5 second safety delay after that for you to catch your breath. However – if you make any vocal noise during that safety time, the cut-off valve WILL close again for 10 seconds after the delay AND the TENS will be triggered to zap your butt twice at maximum setting during the next 10 second cycle. If you keep violating the rules, the control unit will just issue more hard zaps. You won’t be able to scream and the punishment zaps will be painful.

Joyce and Shawna · Part 2 (2/4)
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