BINDING AGREEMENT, Part V
By the time she completed her fifth and last 100 laps around the room, Bonda had
lost track of time. Had she been trapped inside the plexicage for hours? For
days?
She didn't think she'd ever want another orgasm.
Too many.
Too sore.
And too tired.
All she wanted to do was sleep.
Tyrenna freed her and dragged her back downstairs for another bath, another
potty break, another meal, and, of course, another ordeal.
"How are you handling things so far, dear?" asked a suddenly conversational,
almost chummy Tyrenna.
"I feel like I could sleep for days," said Bonda. "I've been to the two
extremes: at first I never thought I'd get aroused, and then I never thought I
could stop it. Right now, I don't care if I ever have another orgasm. I'm so
raw."
Tyrenna pursed her lips.
"You should remember what you say, dear. Mistress has this cruel way about her.
The things you think you need, you don't. The things you don't think you need,
you really do."
Bonda was puzzled.
Why was Tyrenna talking in riddles?
She cocked her head at Tyrenna, as if to say: "Huh?"
"You'll understand," Tyrenna said. "Starting with your next adventure: THE
SLEEPING BAG."
The Sleeping Bag. When Bonda first saw it, she almost laughed out loud. It was a
very, very baggy long heavy piece of rubber with a few hoses here and there.
"For once, we've got nothing to probe, nothing to pinch," Tyrenna said. "We
simply need to have you fit yourself with this white rubber baby doll nightie
and matching panties and rubberized helmet."
Before the helmet went on, Tyrenna slipped a blue ball gag with a breathing hose
into Bonda's mouth. Bonda was very relaxed. The gag had a breathing hose. The
helmet had a cupie-doll face painted on it, and other than the breathing hoses
extending from the nose, Bonda saw nothing hellish about it. It laced up the
back.
There were no eye holes, but the opaque eyes allowed Bonda to at least see light
and make out movement. Bonda could hear Tyrenna's every move.
Bonda hummed into her gag.
This was easy.
Tyrena slipped on ankle and knee straps, then a pair of laced white rubber
gloves that extended all the way to Bonda's shoulders. Bonda wiggled her fingers
and swang her elbows. No real discomfort here, she thought. She felt Tyrenna
affix a posture collar, to which a metal head cage was attached, with two bars
each running from side to side, and from the back to the front. The bars held
Bonda's head firmly fixed in a straight-forward position, but were not overly
tight or chafing. Bonda felt her left arm being lifted over her head and across
the cage. Her arm was attached to the cage with two straps at the elbow and one
at her wrist. The same was done to the other arm. Her arms were now crossed over
her head - securely, but not painfully.
Tyrenna stood back to see her bound victim. Bonda could see her form before her,
but only the shape. She saw the form come closer, until it was standing directly
in front of her.
Tyrenna rubbed Bonda's crotch through her panties.
Bonda moaned softly.
Tyrenna reached up gently fingered each of Bonda's nipples through her nightie.
Bonda moaned softly again.
Then Tyrenna pulled hard on Bonda's nipples.
Bonda screamed behind her gag: "M-m-m-p-p-p-h-h-h-h!!!"
Tyrenna retreated two steps.
"Okay, I guess it's time to bag our prisoner," Tyrenna said as Bonda stood
there, shaking off the pain. "But first, I need to summon some helpers."
Tyrenna rang a bell and within seconds Bonda saw three other dark figures in the
room. She felt herself being lifted up and into the sleeping bag. The bag was
held up all the way to her neck while Tyrenna fitted extension hoses into her
three breathing hoses. Then Tyrenna and her friends pulled the bag over Bonda's
head.
Bonda was now in darkness. The rubber made it warm inside. Too warm. Bonda was
sweating as she felt eight hands and arms wrap around and lift her onto a
platform. She almost tettered, but was able to balance herself. She heard
Tyrenna clear her throat: "You are standing on a plexiglass platform that is
actually the bottom of an airtight plastic tube. Your breathing devises will be
attached to the outside of the tube. Your bag has several inflatable bladders,
and once we've fitted you inside the tube, the bladders will be inflated. Then,
dear, you can sleep - if you can."
Bonda could hear the tube fitted over her bagged form. She felt the cool air
from the outside rushing into her hoses. She felt the tube locked to its base,
and she felt her body titled sideways. The tube was on its side now. Then the
inflation began.
Bonda did not know, but the bag had several layers of rubber. As each layer was
inflated, the layer closer to her body shaped itself tightly around her form. As
each layer was blown up, she felt the air push slightly this way and that in the
tube. She heard air pockets pop open. Soon she was floating on the air inside
the tube, within her prison. The inflation continued. She heard the rubber
screech against the outer tubing as it sought spaces to squeeze into. Soon the
air pressure was so tight, Bonda could not move at all. Still, she felt her body
bag inflated more and more.
Finally, when Bonda felt the inner core of the bag pressed tightly into every
crack of her body, pressing her like a smothering lover, the inflation stopped
and she felt her tube lifted. She was carried over to the pit where she had
bathed earlier. It had been drained and refilled with cold water. Her captors
dropped Bonda's tube on top and it floated. Bonda felt hands hold the tube
motionless.
Bonda heard Tyrenna's voice echo through the tube and the layers of her rubber
prison.
"Okay, girls, let's take her for a spin."
Bonda felt the tube spin rapidly sideways in the water, floating freely across
the pit and back. Finally, it slowed. She breathed in and out, testing her
breathing hoses.
She was getting air, okay. Finally, she felt the tube go almost upright, then
rock downward. Bonda twisted as hard as she could in her tubular coccoon. The
tube rolled over twice, landing, again, upside down.
"Damn," she thought to herself. "I forgot to breathe."
Bonda was rolled face up and held as long metal cannisters were attached to
either side of the tube the air hose in her mouth was split like a Y, with hoses
attached to each cannister. Three-inch hose were attached to her nose-hose
extensions at the back of her head.
"Breathe in through your mouth and out your nose," Tyrenna said. "You have
enough air in these cannsters for several hours. But the weight of the
cannisters will force you underwater, although not enough to touch bottom
because of the air inside.
You will be submerged deep enough that when you exhale, the nose hoses will blow
bubbles. You'll find those bubbles are awfully noisy as they go past your head
and up to the surface, but hey, you'll know you're breathing."
Tyrenna laughed.
"Okay, girls, let her go."
Bonda felt the tube submerge below the water line. She could still breathe But
inside her suit, it was hot. She felt her body sweat profusely.
"You're probably sweaty in there," she heard Tyrenna say in a voice distorted by
its travel underwater to Bonda's ears. "By the time you're out of there, you're
skin will have probably shriveled. You'll be a prune. But first you'll start
itching again. Some of it will be uncomfortable. But some of it, especially
around your sore crotch and breasts, also will be erotic. But, of course, you'll
be unable to do anything about it because you can't use your hands, and wiggling
will only make it worse.
"For now, just consider yourself the belle of bondage - Tyrenna's first official
diving belle, if you wish."
Bonda snorted. When she did, the air exploded from her nose hoses, causing
enough bubbles to rock her tube from side to side.
