BINDING AGREEMENT, PART VII
Actually, the rubber sheath dress was merely the dressing for Bonda's first
level of servitude with Master Nick. Master Nick and Tyrenna began Bonda's
preparation. Bonda's hands were fitted in heavy black rubber mittens, over which
were fitted plyable, shoulder-length black rubber gloves with O-rings at the end
of each glove. Next, a metal, adjustable head harness and posture collar was
fitted and locked around Bonda's neck. Then Bonda's gloved arms were
crisscrossed behind her, the O-rings snapped onto clips that dangled from the
harness. Over Bonda's head was fitted a taut rubber shirt that went snugly
around Bonda's neck and then was rolled down her body to her navel. The rubber
clung to Bonda's body like a heavy-duty rubber band, pushing Bonda's breasts
inward and pinioning Bonda's elbows against the small of Bonda's back. Master
Nick stood up and came over to move each breast so that the pressure of the
rubber pancaked each against Bonda's body. He nodded and Tyrenna continued. Over
the rubber, she laced Bonda into a leather all-around tube that tied in the
front and had what appeared to be breast holes in the back. Tyrenna fitted
Bonda's slightly bulging elbows into the holes, and then came up to her and
laced her tightly, putting her foot between Bonda's flattened breasts as she did
the final cinching.
Frankly, Bonda had no idea what Master Nick had in mind.
Next came a half-leather, half-rubber, long-line girdle that the three of them
had to help her step into. The leather half wrapped itself around each cheek of
Bonda's buttocks, and the rubber half snapped against Bonda's puss after Tyrenna
pulled it up as far as she could.
Oh, and there was also that monster invader. It probed Bonda's sex, and although
hollow inside, it was attached to a long, thin pole with the appropriately
fitting device pushed into Bonda's puss. The invader went into Bonda tightly,
snugly, filling her up. A study metal U-shaped extension ran up the middle of
Bonda's front and between the crack in Bonda's butt. It was locked together by a
four-inch wide leather belt around Bonda's waist. The pole was strapped between
Bonda's booted legs above the knees, below the knees, and at Bonda's ankles. A
sturdy, hollow metal tube was affixed to its bottom.
For now, Bonda's focus was on the girdle itself. There was little give to the
whole garment, although the rubber half had two inflate bladders. Tyrenna pumped
them up and as she did, Bonda felt the leather pull her ample buttocks into her
body. When she looked down, she could see that the rubber bladders were now
fully inflated, and were shaped like her cheeks.
"Posture, dear," Master Nick said, catching Bonda being way too casual and
curious for a slave. He got up and adjusted the two-way threads around Bonda's
posture collar. Bonda's neck was pushed upward, slightly higher in back than in
the front.
"And complete silence," he continued, pulling a penis gag with a flat leather,
five-inch-wide outer fitting around Bonda's head, locking it at the back of her
head. Thankfully, the gag had a breathing tube. Bonda's eyes were now fixed
about five feet ahead of her.
"Now, let's start the transformation," Master Nick said, reaching for a
flesh-colored rubber hood and fastening it over Bonda's head. The breathing tube
extended one-quarter inch outside the hood. The hood was thin enough in its
texture that Bonda could still see shapes and shadows before her. But then came
the ankles-to-head sheath outfit, which was fitted around Bonda's back and laced
in front. The three of them put her flat on the floor to complete Bonda's
lacing. Mistress Sally laced the top, Master Nick the middle, and Tyrenna the
bottom. They all put their knees where they needed to be to lace her as tight as
possible. After they were through, Mistress Sally brought her head close enough
to Bonda's face that even through Bonda's rubber hood, she could smell her
perfume. Suddenly, hair fell over Bonda's hood, darkening everything in front of
her. Bonda felt Mistress Sally's lips kiss her gagged, hooded lips.
She was hoisted back on her feet and the three of them fondled her here and
there, checking her outfit and bondage.
"She's too snug to be too smug," Master Nick snickered. "Now, I can explain what
we're doing to you, Bonda. In essence, we've tried to reshape your body. We are
going to fit you with a rubber Barbie-doll face, but it will be fitted to the
back of your head. We will put a long red wig over your face. We will fit one
last heavy heavy white rubber sheath dress from your neck to your ankles. When
people look at you, they will see how you are faced, mistake your elbows for
tiny little breasts, mistake your bladders for your ass, and think you are
headed one way. Then they will see your boots and see you walk and wonder how we
contorted your body 180 degrees, because it will look as if your headed away
from where you are looking. We'll fit your mask with glass lenses to make it
appear as if you are posture-collared with your head up, looking up, and able to
see. People will see no nose or mouth opening and will wonder how you are
breathing. In actualitly, you will be blindfolded by a red rubber skull cap,
facing down, and breathing through a tiny little breathing tube, hidden by all
the hair in the wig."
As Master Nick described the scenario, Tyrenna was fitting her with a Barbie
mask. Then she pulled the skull cap over Bonda's face, and everything went dark.
Bonda felt her once again pull the tiny breathing tube through the cap, and felt
the weight of the wig attached to the cap.
Once everything was fitted in place, Bonda heard a series of clicking noises.
"We're taking pictures," said Master Nick. "We've all seen bi-sexual slaves
before, but never bi-directional."
"It's the worlds first Barbie Bonda in Bondage," giggled Tyrenna.
After the picture taking, Master Nick came up to Bonda's left side, and Mistress
Sally to the right.
"We need to take you to your post for the evening," said Mistress Sally, "which
unfortunately is at the other end of our little abode. We'll help you walk
there."
They each grabbed a side and Master Nick pushed on Bonda's back, or was it
Bonda's front. Bonda minced forward (or backward, considering your perspective).
The pole between Bonda's legs ground slightly from side to side with every
little movement, and since she shuffled like a baby girl with her diaper down to
her angles, it was a series of short, short, shuffle-twists. After about 15
minutes, Bonda's handlers let her stop.
"Good," said Master Nick. ""You're now about three feet closer to the door. By
the time we get to your post, you'll have been inching along for about 10 to 12
hours. You'll be ready to get off your feet."
Bonda's toes and arches ached. And Bonda's puss felt fiery red.
"Well," said Master Nick, "I think we've found your post. It's in our reading
room, which is in use around the clock. Of course, we'll have to give you a
lift."
They did. They lifted her right onto a post protuding about 6'' from the floor.
When they let her down, Bonda's weight rested on the invader and the U-shaped
support. Bonda's feet didn't touch the floor, even though she flailed with her
toes as much as possible for any support.
She got none.
She felt a series of leather straps being wrapped around her bound form and
secured to ring bolts anchored all about her. A head harness was fitted, and
Bonda's head was pulled slightly upward by a pulley.
"We're having a group of Mistresses meet in here in a couple of hours for a
lecture on Effective Slave Bondage," Mistress Sally said. "You will be a
featured part of the program. Until then, my only advice to you is to hang in
there."
Yes," added Master Nick. "You've already got the pole position. I call this
"Slave on a Stick.""
"Of course, when the Mistresses gather, you might be tied up with other things,"
Tyrenna said, "such as how long this pole will vibrate the next time it switches
on. It's all random, except for your first little ride. It will be a half hour."
Bonda moaned.
Suddenly, her whole body shook as the pole vibrated herky-jerky, shaking her
fettered form all over. Her bound up breasts ached in their rubber and leather
prison, but mostly, her puss was getting a workout. Bonda wiggled her toes
furiously, trying to get some footing, trying to brace herself for the
unavoidable rush that filled her whole form. It was easy to tell when that
moment came. The boots stop wiggling. The toes pointed straight downward.
Bonda stretched and strained. Her whole body became one enormous shudder. She
puckered her lips and kissed her leather muzzle. She sucked on her penis gag as
if trying to return some pleasure to her mechanical Mistress. The humm of the
vibrating pole was the only sound Bonda heard. It was far from finished.
