Sabina

 

SABINA

By

Anne Gray

Chapter 4

 

Using the wheelchair I soon had Sabina moved through from the garage to my ‘work room’.  She was wide awake now and crying again.  Well, too bad, I was angry that she had not done as agreed and arranged to visit me again.  Instead she calmly posted a note on her website that she was going off on vacation for three weeks.

 

Leaving my helpless guest I went to get in the mood for what was about to happen.  I planned on making her very uncomfortable for the night and then maybe, just maybe, in the morning would ease up a little.  After all, I had three weeks.  The dark maroon leather cat suit enhanced the way I felt and the stiletto knee boots put me in full Domme mode.

 

First things first.  I peeled back the fur edged hood of Sabina’s coat and pulled the balaclava off.  Working steadily I was soon able to remove the plug from her rubber feeding gag and then tilt her head while slowly dribbling in most of a bottle of water.  That would have to do for the next number of hours.

 

To make her easier for me to handle I packed her ears and then pulled a tight rubber cap over her head.  Those big, soft eyes were still dripping tears that I ignored; now I was in control. The Y shaped nostril tube fit neatly inside her nose so that her breathing was controlled by a simple 3/8^th inch opening.

 

After packing some cotton wool over each eye a strip of tape made sure she was blind and a couple more secured the gag.  Now for a lovely tight leather helmet that took me a good few minutes to lace down the back.  The matching gag strap had a roller buckle that I pulled as tight as possible before clamping the end to stop any chance of it slipping.

 

I snipped the wire holding her wrists then started peeling the coat off her arms that were still locked immovably with the hard plastic braces.  There was little Sabina could do to resist, gagged, deaf and blind with the leather helmet laced over her head and her legs still tied together.

 

I soon had those braces off and her stripped to the waist leaving just the laced on bondage mittens.  For the time being I hooked a padlock through the rings at the fists of the mittens, snapping it closed to hold her arms behind her back.

 

 

 

 

Five minutes later she was naked except for the diaper over the hidden inserts and I dragged the small lithe form through to the bathroom.  The diaper was just damp and nothing much happened when I pulled out the plugs then sat her down on the toilet.

 

That was understandable because she had not eaten any solid food while in my ‘possession’; the milkshakes and energy drinks would have been pretty much absorbed during the journey.

 

Back in the other room was a bench like table designed just for this girl; I knew her measurements to the inch.  The top board had hardly any padding, but the thin layer it did have was covered in latex.  The moisture I expected to be generated tonight would not go well with leather.

 

A quick lift and she was sitting in the middle then I twisted her around by flipping her legs up and strapping them near the end of the board.  Taking two lengths of thin cord I fashioned a slipknot in each one.   A muffled moan escaped around the gag as I grabbed a handful of her right breast and tightened the cord around its base.  The second cord went around the left one and I let the ends trail down her stomach.

 

Going behind her back I removed the padlock from the mitts.  There were two padded holes level with where her shoulders would hit the bench and I forced her arms down through them until she was flat on her back.  A strap across her chest, just above those now colourful breasts, held her down.

 

Reaching under the bench I grabbed her left wrist and forced it up until it was level with her right shoulder below the bench.  The cord from her left breast now came across her right shoulder, fed through the mitt ring and was pulled tight before I tied it off.  Sabina’s right wrist got the same treatment and the top of her body was held down to the padded surface by her arms, crossed at the wrists under the board, anchored to her tits.

 

Now for the ballet boots, it was interesting that the ones I found at her apartment had removable heels.  With them screwed off I forced her toes into the shoe part and laced them to the knees.  This forced her feet into incredible arches that I reinforced by bending her legs sideways at the knees so I could get the bottoms of the small soles to touch.  I locked them there with several turns of tape.

 

Sliding out two metal bars from the sides of the table I used cord to bind her knees down to their ends.  She was now splayed out and readily available for the next few steps.

 

 

 

 

 

Considering her size the butt plug was perhaps a little large both in length and width; it was going in anyway.  I just made sure it was very well lubricated and settled the head against the opening of Sabina's rectum then started to apply some pressure.  At right angles to the base of the plug was a threaded rod and that gave me an extra grip as I slowly worked the plug inside twisting slowly as it buried itself.

 

When it was almost completely hidden I made sure the rod at the base lined up over a hole in the top of the bench right at the crack of her ass.  I pushed a post up through the hole and screwed it to the base of the butt plug anchoring the other end of the post to the underside of the table.

 

I hitched a piece of cord around the same post and then to her booted ankles.  Pulling on that I soon had the back of the heelless ballet boots just about touching the inside of her thighs.

 

The corners of the bench, just above her head, had strong eyebolts embedded and I connected two snap hooks at the end of ropes from a ceiling pulley.  Applying a steady pull I gradually raised the top of the bench until it was almost vertical.

 

Sabina was supported by the strap across her chest and the padded holes at her armpits but I watched closely as the weight of her body finished the job of impaling her on the butt plug.

 

While she was in that position I wrapped several turns of cord around her wrists then tightened a strap across her elbows.  Attached to the table on either side of her waist were what looked like two halves of a boned leather corset; in fact, that’s exactly what they were.

 

It took me going up and down the lacings three times before I was satisfied it was tight enough and then I lowered the board back down, relishing the sight of the form in front of me.

 

After adding a strap across her forehead just above those sightless eyes I reached for the labia clamps.

 

With the outer lips stretched apart by the clamps attached to thigh straps that clamped her upper legs to the board, I settled the special butterfly vibrator on her inner lips.  The butterfly’s “antenna” reached up to either side of her clitoris.

 

 

 

 

 

For the next few hours this was going to be one very, very frustrated young lady.  Held absolutely still by the waist corset, thigh straps and impaled on the butt plug there was no way she could move to increase the pressure of my little toy as it gently buzzed away.  The antenna bobbed randomly on their tiny springs and every so often one of the little knobs at the tips would drag across her nub or give it a little knock.

 

Nothing was going to bring her off it would just tease and tease again, enough to bring her close, stop her from getting any rest and teach her not to defy me.

 

I settled back in a cozy chair; with just that small tube to breathe through I needed to keep an eye on my little one.

 

After just a short period her muscles began to shiver like small waves under the skin, skin that was gradually starting to glisten with perspiration.  Two hours passed and now the sweat was forming rivulets then dripping on the latex covering of the bench.  Muffled groans escaped the leather helmet and I had to consider the amount of liquid she was losing.

 

After another hour, my anger with Sabina had lessened and I decided it was time for both of us to get some rest.

 

The first thing I did was pull on a latex glove, remove the butterfly, and then use my fingers to end her frustration.  It took less than a minute but I had her so tightly bound that it was only by seeing the muscles tense then stop quivering and the sudden flow of her juices I could tell.

 

Stripping off the glove I removed all the bondage gear above her neck until there was nothing left except to pull out the gag.  I lifted her head and held a bottle of water to Sabina's lips.  After she finished it and was working her jaws I spoke.

 

“You should not have upset me little one, I don’t like broken promises.

 

“But for my vacation I had a reservation booked at the same hotel I stayed in when I came here before; just for one night.  I bought the ballet boots and leather mini skirt to wear under that big coat.  I was going to wrap red ribbons in big bows around my breasts and ring your doorbell tomorrow.  Then I was going to open my coat and yell ‘Happy Birthday Mistress Anne’.

 

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