The Stand In · Part 1 (1/2)
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The road noise and lack of radio reception made her nod off more than once. She looked over to her left looking at her boyfriend/driver.
“I did not know it was going to be such a long winding drive.” He said.
“Its okay.” She slid over and rested her head on his shoulders. Although it was not really okay. Those damm boots where killing her and the dress was not that much help.
Valerie MacKinnon. Aka Venus Venture. Was hoping to either make it big or get out of this trap she had fallen into. It started at a strip club in Denver called ‘The Mile High Club‘. She was trying to make it as a dancer. That was her fall back. But one thing or another always got in her way and she always fell back to riding the pole.
Willie was the only person who was willing to manage her and look out for her. This was her second gig as a show piece. Much like a private dance except she went to the parties and homes.
This was something different. She and Willie where to go out to some place in the Rockies. The client sent clothes she was to wear. The instructions where very specific. Two hundred dollar just for trying on the outfit. Send a picture to a email address. Then she had to be at his home in two weeks. Willie set it all up and would be her guardian /bodyguard.
Another thousand was to follow. She really could use the money. So could Willie. He had sacrificed a lot for her. Oh he never said much but he was the soft spoken type. For a guy weighting a good 280 pounds and standing six two. He was a teddy bear. He was a fitness instructor at Denver fitness. He also was a part time bouncer and confidant at the Mile High Club. Rumor had it he served a tour in the army and left after his first hitch. He never said why.
Willie was a person you could trust. He would listen to all your stories and troubles. Offer advice or slip you a few dollars when you where short. Drive you home when your car did not start. That was how they met. All the girls at the club thought he was gay. He wasn’t. But he had this thing for no sex until marriage. Honorable but frustrating.
Valerie was a little adventurous when it came to sex. But after a year of safe sex. (I. E. No sex) She wanted something more. Why she latched onto Willie was a mystery to her. Maybe because he was safe. Dependable. Although the lack an adventurous spirit was the one thing she had spoken about. She wanted adventure. Excitement.
Someone once said that a woman will look at a man and think of him as a fix-er-upper. A man will take a woman for what she is.
They wanted to get married but did not have the money. He had not officially proposed. It just seemed their relationship was heading that way. The lack of cash seemed to be the main obstacle She was almost two months behind her rent and her car took a dump on her. Willie would not move in until they where married. Again honorable.
She had a book of what her ultimate wedding would look like. Clipping and photos. Every detail was planned out. She picked out her wedding dress as one of those sweet hart mermaid type. Slimming and form fitting past the waist. Hugging at the knees where it flared out. No shoulder straps or gloves. A lace choker with two sterling silver hearts on it. That was not going to be cheap.
But there was a nagging doubt about her love for Willie. He knew it. Valerie wedding had to be perfect. She had every detail in her wedding scarp book. But was she in love with Willie or in love with the idea of being married.
Maybe if Willie was a bit more spirituous or adventuring she would not have these doubts. But Willie was ex-army. Planning every detail and not letting the moment happen was in his nature. Valerie had made a promise to herself that she only would marry one man. She had seen what multiple marriages had done to her family. One train wreck after the other.
So this opportunity came along and they accepted. Their was always a catch and the catch was the outfit she was wearing.
She squirmed in the front seat of the Willie's car. Everybody called him that. It was hard to get comfortable, It was not because Willie jeep seats where uncomfortable. It was the outfit she had to wear that was.
To begin with the chastity belt. That was no chastity belt. The instructions made it very clear. Do not put it on as the key was at the house. She was to put it on before making the trip. The belt had a probe that allowed you to pee and yet it snuggled deep inside her.
Then there is a pair of ballet boots. High heeled shoes that force her feet to a pointed toe so she walk like ballerina on her toes. She was to practice in them and had them off and on for the last ten days. Again emailing photos of her practice session accompanied with the daily newspaper of the day.
Also there was a corset she was to wear with the boots. It slimmed down her waist nicely and made her breasts bigger. It had two button caps where her nipples where. It teased her a little when she wore it.
Then there was the skirt. This was to be worn the day before leaving. All black. Buckled at the waist. And narrowed down at the ankles with zippers down the sides. Walking in it was a chore with the zipper down. But watching a video of herself was interesting. She had a seductive wiggle to her butt. Willie said was beautiful to watch.
In fact her outfit almost mirrored her wedding dress. Odd she never thought of it before.
The package had other items but she was not to wear these until after she arrived. Those were an arm binder that laced the arms behind her back so lightly that her elbows would touch. A head harness and a padded ball gag. A thick stiff, wide collar that also had a key. A key that was at the house they where on there way too. Locking ankle cuffs that also needed a key.
Valerie was being tormented by the probe. The dress nearly fused her legs together and the high heels of the boot did not make it any better. The stiff leather stopped at mid thigh making her want to keep her legs straight.
She knew what lay in store later. She was wondering if this was too much of an adventure. The whole mystery surrounding this had gone to her sense of adventure, Now she was wondering if she had gotten over her head. The problem was once she put on the belt. There was no backing out. So now it tormented her as the miles passed.
Turning off the main road they saw patches of snow still around them. It was mid march and the ice was starting to melt as the road twisted around. Water falls crusted with ice from the run off where still going strong. They where deep in the Rockies and Willie was following his On-star and printed directions. They were in the valley and satellite connection where fine but the radio and cell phone could not get a signal.
Valerie was getting a bit worried but also her curiosity grew.
The ‘probe’ as she called it was still inside her. She shifted around knowing it was going to do something to her but what. Since she had been with Willie. Her sexual forays were damped considerably. But she was a young woman with needs and this whole thing was defiantly going to fulfill those needs.
She relent to the dress and boots and sat up in her seat. The seat belt was not helping that much. It only seemed to confine her more and press again the chastity belt. She pulled a jacket from the back seat and used it as a blanket. It was getting colder. Her current mode of dress had nothing covering the arms or shoulders.
“How much farther?”
“Ten miles. But it look like twenty.”
“I am getting worried. This all seems so mysterious.”
“I thought you liked mystery?”
“I have a confession to make. I cheat.”
“What?”
“I read the end of the book. First then if I like it. I read the whole thing.”
Willie laughed. “Well this time you can't cheat. The minute you put that thing on. We were committed. The belt is made of steel. I don’t know if I could cut it off. They key is odd too. Looks like a cross.”
“So only one key will do and he has got it.”
“It's for two days. Maybe three. Some party he is throwing. I hate to say it but we need the money. A thousand dollars. That will put us in the black. Don’t worry. I checked him out. Dale at the Firehouse said he done this once before. You stand around looking beautiful as you always do. I got your back.”
“You always do.”
Valerie gave him a peck on the cheek. Willie smiled that big smile of his. The view change a bit to a wide open prairie and she saw a moose. Even from far away it looked huge. Television and videos did not do the animal justice. Very regal and it hardly paid them any notice. Then the view was gone. The moose with it. They once again where surrounded by trees. So far she had not succumb to a ‘rocky mountain’ sickness. Changes in altitude and all this fresh pine air could make you dizzy. Then a round wide bend in the road revealed. Two stone pillars. One marking it as private property. The other had a name carved into it.
“Icewind?” she repeated the name aloud.
“Yeah. Our host likes the cold and winter sports. Has a stable for horses and a track. Dale told me he has this big shindig once a year. Winterfest he calls it. Google maps showed me he has a lake. I spotted a heliport. Lloyd Benson is the guy. Not super rich. I found his name in the middle of the Fortune five hundred list. Likes his privacy as you can tell. Big in the middle east oil. Very hands on guy. Wife and Kids died in a terrorist attack about three maybe four years ago. That about all I got on Wikipedia.”
“That is so sad.”
Willie let out a small sigh.
Valerie was born in Kansas, Missouri. This many trees was something to behold. Kansas was so flat you would hardly see a tree at all. Then the view open up to a lake and a third of the way around it she could look across and see the house. The word house was not the right word, It looked like a winter palace.
“Oh my.”
“Holy smokes.” said Willie. “A real castle.”
Valerie apprehension faded. But then they where so far off the beaten path. She doubted any one would find them if something happened to them. The main gate open by some unseen hand as they approached. They drove up the main entrance. Some one was coming down the stair to meet them.
Valerie put on her game face. She was Venus Venture from this moment on. She check the mirror to see her make up was right. She noticed her lipstick had left a little kiss shaped mark on Willie cheek and she quickly wiped it off. Willie had his ‘do not mess with me or her’ game face on. His demeanor cracked a little when she wiped off the lipstick.
“Could have saved it.” he muttered jokingly as he got out of the car. He went around and opened the door like a chafferer. He offered her his arm to steady her as she stepped out. The cold air had an immediate impact on her. Her whole body stiffened. Her breasts got firm pressing against the studs of the corset.
“AHH Miss Venture. You look every bit as I had imaged. I am your host. Lloyd Benson.”
Vicki gave a seductive little smile. What little experience she had. She learned to let the host do most of the talking. Lonely men who hate their job or have a ungrateful wife or any number of things she would hear as they talked. She learn to let them buy her drinks but always ask for extra ice. This watered down the drink and their expectation of them getting you drunk was going to be long in coming and expensive.
Never give any details about your real life. Never a phone number or email. If they want to see you. It had to be at the club. Paying a cover charge of ten dollar was a way to keep the ‘bums’ out. Drinks where slightly overpriced as was the ‘pub’ food.
“A pleasure to be here.” she said with a slight fake southern drawl. She had watched ‘Gone with the Wind’ so many times she just picked up the accent.
“Let help you up the stairs.” Lloyd said offering an arm. “Your man can get the bags.”
Willie grunted.
With no panties or a bra. Not that it would offer that much protection. She felt almost naked in what she was wearing. She shivered a little.
“Before we go any further. Have you done everything I requested?”
“I am wearing it.” she said some what embarrassed.
“Excellent. “ He reach down and zipped up the dress allowing her legs more freedom of movement. “Now if you will accompany me.”
Grateful she had practiced in the confining footwear. It was still a chore going up. The cold however seemed to inspire her to go on. The trick with these things was not to let the heel touch first. Push the foot out and let the pointed toe make contact first. Then settle the weight on the spiked heel. Repeat.
That walk was good for these stairs.
The other way of walking was to not move front to back. But have the foot circle around so both heel and toe made contact. That walk gave her that seductive wiggle to her ass. It was faster paced that the toe-heel walk and was good on level sturdy ground.
At the top of the stairs he zipped the dress back down. Then opened the door to the house. The main entry was like stepping to a castle. High vaulted ceiling with ornate gold filigree. A crystal chandler that looked like a giant snowflake. Marble floors that she was going to have to be mindful off. There where hallways to her left and right. As well as straight ahead. Above the hallway straight ahead was a portrait. It showed Mr. Benson and his wife and two children. What stunned her the most was that how much she looked like his deceased wife. Same blond hair and green eyes. The hair was the same length and she wore it the same as she did. The dress she had on looked almost like hers. It was spooky.
“Your wife and children? I am sorry to hear about your loss.”
“Bethany loved kids. After Josh and Jane. We could not have anymore. I planned to have this be a getaway for single parents and orphans. But after she died. The idea just seemed hollow. So instead I throw this benefit every year.”
He stared up at the painting. Valerie could see his him get misty eyed.
“She and I where into the ‘scene’. Beth loved the attention she got. She was a such a strong dominate personality but she liked to be dress up like you are now. “
Lloyd shifted his focus from the painting to her.
“Sorry. The west wing and guest house are off limits. Your rooms and the other entertainers arriving will be here as the day goes on. All of you will be housed in the east wing. Yours are the rooms with red ribbons on the door. You’re the first to arrive. Some will be flown in.”
“All of the house hold staff have the morning off and are in town. They and the caterers will arrive tonight. So for the most part its just us.”
“Your manner of dress will be as you are while outside your room. Plus the collar and ankle cuffs. Your man is required to wear a suit and tie. The main ballroom is straight down this way. I want you to get your bags and settled in. Meet me in the ballroom in one hour. I will go over your duties.”
He walked away. Clearly he was a little upset. But she was sure it was nothing she had done. The man was a tormented soul. She had seen his type before. Regret and guilt. The unsaid word. The tragedy and memory that surrounded him. All the money in the world could not get his wife and children back.
Willie moved beside her so she could use him as support. She was still a little unsure in these boots. They picked out a room that had red ribbons on the handles. Her room was bigger than her apartment. The bathroom had an adjoining door to Willie’s room. She sipped some water, removed the skirt and sat on the toilet. She was able to relive herself and had little to eat or drink since leaving Denver. It was over a good two hour drive to here. Between the corset squeezing her stomach and the chastity belt. Eating anything was going to be restrictive.
The probe was not as hard to piss in as she thought. She was damm sure she knew that this was going to do something to her but when. Valerie cleaned herself. Check the make up and then dragged the skirt behind her flopping down on the bed. She stretched out on the bed as best she was able. Bloody footwear was starting to make her feet throb. Taking them off would take too long. But it did make her legs so sexy. Wearing them at work would be a crowd getter but the dancing part. Best forget that.
Willie was in the other room and heard a phone ring. She saw she had one too. Cell phone reception here was sketchy. It made sense. He was dressed in a suit and tie. As instructed. Willie came through the bathroom and saw her stretched out. He plopped the bag with her ‘accessories’ on the bed and sat down. The chastity belt steel glinted in the light from the over head chandler.
“Our host wanted to remind us that we need to bring all the accessories. “ “Okay. Let me rest a bit. These things are killing me.”
“What do you think?”
“About what.”
“Benson.”
“Oh I do not know. I can tell he misses his wife. You saw the painting“ “I noticed. You look a lot like her.”.
“I hope he is not expecting me to …Well I don’t know.”
“We can leave.”
“I wish.” said Valerie patting her chastity belt. “For all I know it could be a bomb.”
“DO NOT EVEN SAY THAT!”
“I am sorry. I was just kidding.” Valerie clearly hit a nerve. Willie past had always been a topic of conversation at the club. His one weekend he took off was a mystery. No one knew where he went and what he did on his vacations. Valerie and him had been together over a year and he seems to have this little air of mystery about him. Now she found he had something to of a dark shadow. It had to do with a bomb. She wanted to press the issue but did not feel this was the time and place.
“No, I should not have yelled at you.”
“Will?”
“Its nothing. Better get you ready. Here sit up.”
Willie latched the collar on her. There was a fatalistic click which meant she had one more reason for her to stay. The collar was stiff and had wings for the front and back of the neck and wings up the side to head the head from turning or moving. The key lock looked the same as the chastity belt. One of a kind.
Then Willie locked on the ankle manacles. The same lock was on them too. Now the boots would never come off. He then help step back into the skirt and buckle it back on around her waist. She knew what was left in that bag. The arm binder. Head harness and the gag. When would those come into play?
She passed a mirror and saw herself. She felt like Benson's late wife. The restriction of movement. The denying of freedom seemed to cause a chill through her. The collar was making her think she had no choice but to obey her masters. She was not a person any more. Valerie MacKinnon. A. K. A Venus Venture was property. A slave.
Valerie let her imagination wander as the walked down the halls. The added weight of the metal ankle manacles threw her stride off a little. She just walking heel to toe. The sound of her steps echoed off the walls. What would happen tonight? She might become a sex toy at the hands of a grieving mad man. What erotic torture did he have in mind. Would Willie be her savoir? Her white knight? Save her from erotic bondage and free her? Then they would make love until the sun rise.
Resting one arm on Willie shoulder for support as she walked. There was a sound. She stopped and paused. She thought she heard something. A giggle or laugh… A small Childs voice.
She stopped. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what.”
“I thought I heard a child laughing.”
“You better not be joking.”
“No I am sure of it.”
They both paused in silence. No sound was heard.
“Haunted?” Said Willie in a whisper.
“I hope not. If I find anything in my bed tonight it better be you.”
“Not until we are married.”
“Oh darn.” she said in a mocking tone. She gave him a little kiss. They resumed their walk and took a right to the main ballroom. This was huge. A football game could be played in here. At the far end was a portable bar. Tables and chairs where scattered about ready to be set up.
Their host was on a barstool next to a round stage. Another black bag was next to him. The stage looked like a bulls eye with metal ring alternating with red velvet. It was a good foot high and four feet in diameter.
“Excellent. Miss Venture you are stunning. Now I need to see you walk without assistance. Put you hand on your hips if you would.”
Valerie did walk to him and pushed her butt side to side a little more to accent her wiggle. It was more a vaudeville type of walk. Jessica Rabbit was the only example she could come up with.
“Very nice. Now this party is a little extreme and adults only. Sort of costume ball. We have three main area of interest. The ball room. The grotto and the stables.”
“Grotto?”
“Yes. We have a natural hot water spring that overflows to the lake. We use geothermal energy. Wind, solar and a back up generator aside from being hooked up to the grid. The house almost pays for itself.”
“That is very nice.”
“Now. If you will be seated. I would like to see you in the entire outfit.”
Valerie took the offered bar stool seat. Lloyd fussed with the lacing of her corset and tighten them. Her breath was taken away for a moment.
“There. Much better. Now, arms behind your back please.”
This was the moment she dreaded. She watched Willie as he stood in front of her. He gave her a concerned look and she nodded. It was ok. Willie took a chair and sat down. He wanted to offer her comfort but also would stop this whole thing if she felt that this was not right. But the collar, belt. and ankle cuffs being locked on stood forefront in her mind. They where solid and made of polished metal. Cutting off the collar one might mean cutting off her head. She could have backed out long ago before this started. Now she had to go all the way. Valerie knew this was going to be a big step.
She had seen videos of women in this thing. They were utterly helpless. Some acted that way but in others she could see the other actor pressing their luck a bit. Valerie closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing with the new constriction about her waist. Small slow breaths worked best. She could feel her arms being made immobile. Fused together into one single useless limb behind her. Tighter and tighter it squeezed. She felt her elbows touch. To help relieve the pressure she had to thrust out her chest. Pushing her already swollen breasts out more.
Once finished Lloyd pulled up on the d-ring at the tip of the arm binder. She bent over still arching her back. He had so much control over her. An odd erotic shiver washed over her. She had no control. Maybe this is why his wife did this. He did say she was a very dominate person. Maybe this was her way of giving up that control. Maybe it excited her to be dominated. To let go. Like a roller coaster but in the dark. You had a sense of control but not really. You could not see the turns and loops. You where out of control yet in control.
If Valerie got a little aroused. It must have been a big thrill for his wife.
Releasing the d-ring, She was able to straighten up. Willie look amused. She tried to escape the confines of her dress and wiggled a little trying to settle in to her discomfort.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning. You are your namesake. A Venus.”
He was right. She was essentially armless. She was Venus like that of the statue.
“I need a drink, Would any of you. Like something,” asked Mr. Benson.
“Orange juice.” said Willie. She knew most bars had it to make screwdrivers. He was always eating right. Not a big health nut. But he would eat a garbage burger at the club now and then.
Valerie mouth was dry. “Water.”
“With a straw.“ Added Benson.
She moved her shoulders trying to get comfortable but that did not seem to happen. Her eyes wander over to where Willie was sitting.
“You look good. Like Venus.”
“Thank you. I never knew you where into this sort of thing.”
“I could be if you are.”
“It is an odd feeling. I feel so helpless.”
“We could get the key?’”
“No I’m okay. Just I never let some one tie me up before.”
“This looks a bit more complicated than cowboys and Indians.”
“I just a different feeling. I can't really put it into words.”
Benson returned with a tray. ”Here we are. You feeling alright Ms. Venture.”
“A little odd.”
“It is for a first timer. You know you are dependant on some one. You let go and place your trust completely in the hands of another. All your emotions are a jumble. The body feeling the constriction. The human spirit of wanting to be free but knowing something may come of it. It is quite an emotional cocktail.”
He assisted in letting her sip water with a straw. “Now on the stage with you. And I'll finished putting on the rest of the outfit. Then I'll explain everything.”
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