Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 2
To make matters even worse, as far as she was concerned, the rings at the backs
of her ears were joined to each other with a fine but very sturdy chain that
looped tightly under the bulge of her skull. At the centre of this chain a ring
with a further short tail dangled from it; this length terminating in another
steel circlet. Two weeks after she began wearing this new arrangement, he
demonstrated one day just how vulnerable it made her, by tugging gently on the
freely swinging tail chain. The painful dragging at her ears was bad enough; but
the sudden irritating pressure and leverings on the ear-plugs had stopped her
immediately and she'd had to back up until he released the tension, whining from
the unpleasant tension and twitchings.
For a few moments more Tamara continued twisting and writhing while the garment
gradually slipped into a perfect fit. It was very tight, and about to become
even more so.
"I guess I'm ready for whatever comes next." she gasped, unconsciously shivering
herself to escape the painful sticking of the needles. Of course, all that this
did was to settle them ever more deeply. She waited impatiently while he
arranged the next pieces on the bench behind her stool.
"Well You are a sight for a rubber fetishist!" he exclaimed, licking his lips
with anticipation while he walked around her, inspecting the fit and watching
how she teetered, still blind-folded, on the 10 inch toe shoed boots, trying to
get used to the tiny spiked heels and pointed toes.
He noted that she'd dutifully laced them as tightly as possible all the way up
her legs over the suit's leg and foot portions. Her legs were now covered by
three separate layers of tight and thick rubber. First there had been the thigh
length stockings, then the leggings and stockings of The suit itself, and
finally the heavy latex of the boots. All of the layers had been made with
reinforced eyelets on the inner and outer sides at the narrowest portions of her
legs, just above the ankles to permit the restraint rings 1/8 th of an inch
thick, 3 inch wide stainless steel cuffs to protrude. Prior to her putting on
the glossy and thick rubber stockings, he'd locked them very tightly about her
ankles and they were now covered and concealed from view. She'd also allowed him
to similarly fit the same type of bracelet to each of her wrists, and the only
hints of their presence on any of her four limbs were the gleaming restraining
rings and the slight bulges the cuffs produced.
"How does it feel so far?"
"I feel like the stuffing in a sausage!" she complained with a nervous laugh.
"These glove and mitt-things are totally strange, and I'm not sure if I'm going
to really get off on the prickly inner surface, either. This built-in bra is far
too tight and really uncomfortable. Especially with these nasty needles sticking
into my nipples!" Then, with a careful shrug, she asked, "OK, what's going to
happen now?"
"Well, the next order of business," he said with quiet determination, "is to get
you closed up, then I'll tighten the built-in corset. After that, you'll have to
accept your various masks, then your helmet."
"Uh ... well, OK. I guess." she mumbled dubiously, not realizing that the thick
impervious garment was going to be much, much more of an experience than she
could possibly imagine.
He knew all about her 'sessions' with his friends; but she, as yet, was unaware
that he did.
"What are these masks that you keep talking about?" Tamara asked with a tinge of
anxiety in her voice, waving her encased and now thoroughly useless hands around
blindly. He walked over and stood behind her.
"Well ... they faintly resemble the kind that fighter pilots and divers wear."
he said noncommittally while he smoothed a wide inner flap over her spine under
the heavy duty back zipper, then slowly and carefully pulled the closure upwards
until it reached a position about six inches below the nape of her neck. The
neck-piece and collar remained split for the moment; the bulky and surprisingly
heavy helmet still opened up the back to its crown and resting on the upper
slopes of her thrusting, rubber-encased breasts. When he closed the zipper she
found that the whole garment had tightened firmly about her chest and body,
thanks to the slippery gel, and her breasts swelled outwards even more into
their strict and confining cups. Tamara yelped anew as the needles slowly sank
into the tumescent, slippery flesh.
"Oooouuuccch!! Aaarrrhhh! Goddamn it! They're going into me!" She wailed, her
mitted hands pressing gingerly against the rigid breast cups. "Please! Make them
stop! Oooohhhh! Oooohhh!"
"Sorry Tamara. Once that process starts, there's no way to stop it until the
cups settle fully into place on your body."
"Uuuunnnnhhh!!! Oh, damn it! These really hurt!" she howled, dropping her mitts
to her sides and quivering.
Her rubber encased nipples poked through small holes in the heavier rubber on
the outer suit. He carefully approached her with a needle and made a small hole
in the inner rubber coating her nipples. He took a one inch polished stainless
steel ring, lubed it liberally, and began to slip it through her piercing. The
1/8th inch diameter ring required a lot of coaxing and Tamara's pleas to stop
didn't deter him. He fastened his vice grips to hold the heavy rings closed and
soldiered them shut. "Can you get them off?", she asked. "Oh yes shouldn't be
a problem." In his mind he knew case hardened steel was almost impossible to cut
with a bolt cutter lor saw and with a nipple in such close proximity no one
would ever try.
Anyway, it's time for your steel collar now."
"My poor nipples!! Oh damn how they hurt!" she almost wept, then asked in a
shaking voice, "A steel collar? I thought that you were just going to have me
wear the leather one?"
"Nope! This one is really a dandy, Tamara. You'll ... ah ... get used to it,
eventually."
"Uuuuhhhnn. That sounds kind of ominous." she opined.
He said nothing further for a moment; reaching to the bench for the 6 to 8 inch
wide, specially curved, and opened steel band. In short seconds he held it in
front of her neck below her chin, then spoke once more.
"Lift your chin Tamara." This is a posture collar, and it's going to be tight."
"O-O-OK."
