BINDING AGREEMENT, Part II
As the three women headed down a long hallway, Mistress Sally defined the rules
of her school: "Absolute, immediate servitude."
That was it.
The Mistress stopped, turned to look directly into Bonda's eyes, and said:
"Trust me, you don't not want to know what options there are for any failure to
obey this rule. Do you understand?"
Bonda nodded affrimatively.
"Repeat the rules," Mistress Sally ordered.
"Absolute, immediate servitude," Bonda blubbered, with Tyrenna echoing the words
behind her.
"Very well," said Mistress Sally. "Go in here, strip, and dress yourself in your
first punishment garment. I will free Ty to help you."
Bonda scurried into the room, which was nothing more than a barren, 4-foot by
6-foot rectangle with hardwood floors , a single folding chair, and a closet.
She sat on the chair, dropped her purse, took off her heels and began shedding
her clothes. Tyrenna watched, her arms folded.
Bonda stopped when she got down to her bra, panties, and nylons, looking briefly
at Tyrenna. Before Tyrenna could state the obvious - "take it all off" - Bonda
sighed and removed the rest of her clothes.
She wondered what awaited her in the closet.
She didn't wonder long.
She opened up the door and gasped. Inside was a metal, body-length , body-shaped
cage, an old-fashioned metal chastity belt, a full-headed, black rubber hood
with hoses and pumps everywhere, and a metal trunk marked "open me first."
Tyrenna nudged her inside the closet and Bonda stumbled toward the trunk. She
opened it slowly. Inside, she saw nothing but rubber, leather and metal, all
wrapped in invididually numbered clear plastic bags, each with its own written
instructions inside.
The first bag contain a black rubber inflatable dildo.
"Guess where I go?" the instructions asked rhetorically. "And please inflate me
to capacity with my hand pump."
Bonda knew what to do and she did it.
She pumped and felt the plastic swell to the point she could barely keep her
legs together. When she stopped, Tyrenna reached for the pump and squeezed
another six times.
Bag number two had a similiar device.
"What are your options?" it asked.
Bonda did what she had to do. She pumped harder this time. Still, Tyrenna gave
the pump an extra six squeezes.
Bag three had yet another device of the same shape.
"What's left?" the instructions asked.
Bonda opened her mouth.
Once again, Tyrenna gave her a hand pumping to full inflation.
Bag number four, thankfully, contained a simple leather strip and lock.
"Pull the pump on item number three through the opening and secure the two ends
behind your head with a lock. Make sure you make the fit as tight as possible."
Bonda did as directed, firmly securing the device deep inside her mouth. She
pulled the two ends and prepared to lock the leather behind her. Tyrenna slapped
her hands and pulled the ends another two notches tighter, forcing Bonda's
cheeks to bulge over the top of the leather strip. Then Tyrenna handed Bonda the
lock and allowed her to proceed.
The lock, Bonda noted, was not a key lock, but a combination lock, as were all
the other locks she'd see this night.
"Gee," said Tyrenna, " I sure hope someone wrote down all the numbers for these
combinations."
Bonda moaned behind her gag.
"What do you care, girl," Tyrenna snapped. "From now on, your on SGT."
"SGT?"
"Slave Girl Time," Tyrenna laughed.
Bag five was a two-piece leather panty with adjustable straps and a lock that
securely trapped items one and two into the appropriate spots.
Bag six contained rubber stockings; bag seven held a red 5-inch leather posture
collar; bag eight held a rubber bra with slits to allow the tips of Bonda's
breasts to peek through .
All were secured by locks. Next came metal ankle, knee, wrist and elbow cuffs,
all locking, all with four attached rings. The last little bag in the chest
seemed harmless enough: It contained four self-locking rings about and inch and
a half in diameter.
"Attach where appropriate," the instructions said.
Bonda was puzzled.
"I will have to help you with these," Tyrenna said, grabbing the rings from
Bonda. "First, put your ankles together."
Click.
Bonda's ankle cuffs were locked together. Next came the knee cuffs. The wrist
cuffs were secured behind her. As, of course, were the elbow cuffs.
"From here on, dear, you'll have to rely on me."
Tyrenna reached for the metal chastity belt, which was hinged on one side and
secured with three locks on the other side. It wrapped around Bonda's bound
form. As Tyrenna locked the belt on Bonda, Bonda felt the built-in studs in the
back of the belt push firmly against her buttocks.
"You'll learn to take your lumps," Tyrenna giggled.
Turenna was not through. The two sides of the belt were secured by a
two-inch-wide screw that ran from the front to the back. Tyrenna sturggled to
wedge it between Bonda's tightly fettered legs. The bolt wedged right up against
devices one and two. Tyrenna grabbed a huge wrench and began to fasten the front
to the back. As the screw turned, it rubbed against both of the previously
installed devices, while at the same time pulling the studs deeper and deeper
into Bonda's buttocks.
When the bolt was fastened as tightly as possible, taking all the slack out of
it belt, Tyrenna stepped back.
"Congratulations," Tyrenna smirked. "You're the first slave I've had the
opportunity to screw. Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Bonda twisted in her bonds.
The studs hurt. Her crotch was pressed so tightly against the bolt that her skin
could feel the identations of the threads.
"Now I'll help you with your hood," Tyrenna said. "You obviously don't have a
head for such things."
The one-piece hood was rolled over Bonda head, crushing her hair tightly against
her skin. As the hood was rolled over her eyes, she saw built-in heavy rubber
pads where the eyeholes would otherwise be. As Tyrenna pulled the hood down
further, Bonda saw nothing. The pads shut out all light. Tyrenna paused and
positioned the hood before pulling it over Bonda's nose, inserting a rubber tube
into each nostril. She pulled and tugged the hood down further, stopping again
where the pump end was held in place.
She unscrewed the pump, pulled the hood all the way down Bonda's chin and tucked
the ends insaide her posture collar. Bonda then felt the gag pump reattached and
pumped six more times. The sides of her mouth were pressed cruelly against the
gag strap. Then Tyrenna inflated the three other pump bladders welded into the
hood, and when she stood back, she saw that Bonda's rubber headpiece was shaped
completely round.
"Perfect," she said.
Of course, Bonda could not hear her. The heavy pads over her ears pressed
harshly against her outer ears, shutting off virtually all but the loudest
sounds.
Bonda felt Tyrenna secure four cables - two in the front, two in the back - to
her chastity belt. She her the fanit sound of the winch as she felt herself
lifted by the belt, two feet off the ground, and pushed into her cage.
Like the chastity belt, the cage was hinged. When Bonda was positioned correctly
inside -her toes pointed severely downwards and locked into ballet-style metal
shoes, her posture collar reinforced by a like metal brace wedlded into the
cage, Tyrenna shut the cage and locked it with six locks.
Bonda felt for her bonds. There was a three-inch bar at her ankles, below and
above her knees, above and below the chastity belt, around her forehead, and
from side to side at the top of her head.
She felt the cage spin around.
It spun two turns in one direction; then three turns the other way.
Suddenly, Bonda heard Tyrenna's voice.
"We have put speakers into your ear pads so you can hear us when we want,"
Tyrenna said. "You will spend your first punishment period here. But we want you
to remain perfectly still, because I don't want you getting dizzy in the cage.
To avoid that, I am attaching breast cups to you. You will feel both breasts
sucked into these metal and rubber cones."
Bonda felt her left breast being sucked away from her body. It was worse than a
nipple clamp because the force of the suction extended her breast to the point
it ached. She could not pull away. The cage fit her perfectly. She could only
wiggle her fingers. And she wiggled her fingers as the same treatment was used
on her right breast. The breast pumps were attached the a flat metal plate that
extended out parallel to her body, pulling her chest out dramatically forward,
increasing her pain. Although she could not see, Bonda could feel the breast
pump tubes being wrapped around her body once and secured to a fixed platform at
the bottom of the cage. While she could swivel the cage from side to side ever
to slightly, she had no urge to do so. If she swiveled left, her right breast
was extended. If she went right, her left breast was extended.
"Now, before I go, I thought you should take a little dip," Tyrenna said.
Bonda felt her cage being directed on an overhead track to another room.
"Take a deep breath, dear, because your going to have to hold it for a couple of
minutes," Tyrenna said.
Bonda did. She felt plugs inserted into her breathing tubes and felt herself
lowered into a warm liquid. She was lowered in over her head for several
seconds. She was about to panic when she felt herself being lifted up again, the
gooey liquid sticking to her form.
"You have been bronzed in latex," Tyrenna said as she unplugged Bonda's
breathing tubes.
Bonda squirmed.
Her form didn't give. She couldn't even wiggle her fingers now, although her
cage could still turn on its swivel, an observation her nipples made as Tyrenna
none too gently examined her mummified form. She had become a living statue.
Again, she felt her form moving along the track overhead, this time feeling
Tyrenna guiding her through several turns as they went from room to room. Then
she felt herself being pulled up and up. into the air
"You are hanging 20 feet over the center of our foyer," Tyrenna said. "You will
be the first slave our visitors see when they enter. I hope you're not afraid of
heights. Hang in there. "
Bonda groaned. But no one could hear it.
