Deanne the Dominant

by Kayla Kelly

 

It was getting rather hot in the black armless latex leotard. My arms were held in internal sleeves in the front of the leotard, crossed tightly against my chest. The opening through the back was sealed with a zipper/ drawstring/ padlock arrangement. My cock was tightly wrapped with white medical gauze. Legs: black fishnet stockings. Feet: Gothic black patent Mary Jane platforms. Lying on my stomach, Kim was adjusting the spreader bar locked on my ankles. Pulling my legs back behind me high in the air, clicks ratcheting the spread of my legs. Not yet gagged, I dare not make a sound. " There you go baby, that should hold you, " said Kim. Rolling me on my side, legs outstretched and rigid in the metal spreader bar, from behind, Kim strongly thrust a double ended penis gag into my mouth. The black hard rubber penis gag filled my mouth completely, the tip almost touching the back of my throat. She calmly flipped me back on my stomach, fitting a leather strapping arrangement over my head to hold the gag in. A metal ring protruded from a strap at the top of my head. Kim deftly ran a rope taut from this ring to a metal ring at the center of the metal spreader bar, effectively bowing me backwards on my stomach. " You are quite the package, " said Kim. The dildo jutting from my mouth as I strained, looking up at her. She slowly began to adjust her pink vinyl mini skirt upwards. " Hmmmm, I think we have some use for the 'buddy' in your weak mouth. "

Hours later, Kim emerged from the shower, glowing, in a soft white terry bathrobe. I was still tightly bound up and gagged in the black armless leotard and spreader bar. She was refreshed. Myself, pushed into a corner, objectified and humiliated. " Mistress Christina left me explicit instructions to prepare you before she gets back. Aside from this brief interlude of fun for me, you are in for some exquisite torture. " I sucked on the hard rubber penis gag, unable to utter a sound while she continued. " For the next few days your metabolism will be cut down, minimum food and water intake. A couple of pharmaceutical injections and you will be a flaccid and docile toy. Then the ultimate bondage. You will slowly mummified, unable to resist as you are wrapped in layers and layers of bandages. In the dungeon, we will seal you in the wooden coffin. A tubing arrangement connected to a clear form fitting mask over the bottom half of your face will let you receive minimal air through small apertures in the mouth and nostril area of the tight wrappings covering your face. " I tried to shake my head no but I was as taut as a bowstring, my head connected to the spreader bar by a slackless, simple piece of rope. " You won't be seeing the light of day for a good long time. Consider it a privilege, an experiment. You will eventually be let out of your cocoon, the ultimate submissive. " Grabbing the spreader bar, she pulled me to the center of the room. " I think you will be easier to handle if you are unconscious. We just got a nice supply of chloroform especially for you Kelly- girl. " Undoing the rope arrangement from head to spreader bar, I was flat on the floor. Kim adjusted herself sitting on my back, further grinding me flat into the carpet. Undoing the leather head harness, the double dildo gag was slowly pulled from my mouth. As soon as it cleared my lips I gasped and tried to plead but immediately she shoved her panties into my mouth. " A little for you to remember me by before you slip into dreamland, bitch. " A chloroform soaked cloth was held over my mouth and nose. Leaning, putting a knee into the small of my back, she wrapped her other arm around my neck. In this vise- like grip, vision blurring, the sun filtering through the curtains, I slipped into unconsciousness. Groggily, trying to shake off the fuzzy effects of being chloroformed, I slowly realized I was back in the basement dungeon. Something was packed in my mouth, Kim's panties? It felt like the lower half of my face was taped. A tight feeling of latex squeezed my head. My vision slowly clearing, realizing a full length mirror placed in front of me. I had been placed on a Victorian Lacing Stand! This was basically a pole arrangement with a small saddle type seat. One would site on this pole/ seat arrangement and grab hold of a 'lacing bar' ( a metal bar suspended from above ) while an assistant would fit and tighten a corset from behind.This particular unit had been updated with some sinister modifications. Firstly, it was a thick chrome metal bar bolted in the floor. My sensations had been right, I was in a black latex 'Sweet Gwen' style hood with a cutout for the eyes and nose. Criss cross straps cutting across my chest and the feeling of my arms being fused together behind my back meant an armbinder. Perched on the 'saddle/ seat' my legs were on either side of the chrome pole. Each ankle locked in a metal cuff, padlocked. This stand had been made taller than normal. Pointing my toes, I was six inches short from touching the ground. Kim had dressed me in female dancewear: white long sleeved turtleneck leotard, pink footed tights and snug pink ballet slippers. Squirming on my perch, I could feel my cock wrapped and some sort of anal plugging within the dance belt I wearing under under my tights. Kim's voice came over the speaker system. " Awake my lovely lady? I am watching you on the monitor and you truly are a sight, unable to speak or move. That's the way we like it. Hell, that trussing is mild compare to the woodin coffin. Or is it the metal casket? I forget which sometimes. Mistress Christina is on her way in, 'gotta get ready. Turning off the lights and lowering the temperature to keep you comfy. See you in a bit. " With that the lights went, pitch darkness, an underground chamber containing a helpless, feminized victim.

  

  

  

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