FUN WITH RUBBER BANDS

BY BIGIRISH

Please note—This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. The writer does not now, nor has he ever, advocated acting out on such fantasies, nor does he advocate the abuse of children.

Dodge returned to the living room. “Done. Shit has been put into crib, with Oscar in attendance of course.”

The athletic woman asked, “Who’s Oscar.”

Dodge withheld his answer as he set up chairs for everyone. When everyone had freshened their drinks from the bar and were seated comfortably he responded.

“Oscar is a highly trained SIDS dog. He can detect changes in breathing and then bark in a specific pattern which will be picked up by a monitor in the room. This in turn will set off an alarm on my watch. That way I can play with one of my girls while the other is in a different part of the house.”

A spontaneous grumble of approval and “good idea” swept the room briefly.

The overweight man looked bored. “So Mr. Dart, what are you going to show us next, eh? You said you’d return with your other little slave. So where is she?”

Dodge smiled. “Smut, come here.”

A cabinet door under the wet bar opened and out scooted a two and a half year old little girl. Shit had blonde hair and blue eyes. While Smut was also blonde, with hair just to her shoulder blades, she had the darkest brown eyes. She was about thirty-eight inches tall and average weight. Her very full lips were painted glossy red, her eyelids colored medium blue. Her long lashes were defined with mascara. Tiny red-painted acrylic fingernails graced the tips of her long slender fingers. She had tiny silver dangles hanging from the lobes of her ears and her chin glistened with drool.

Two pink ribbon bows, the ones shaped like flowers that go on presents, were stuck over her nippies and one on the leading part of her cunnie. A pointed party hat perched on her head held in place by her pigtails which protruded from holes cut in the sides of the hat. Her arms were pinned touching behind her back with a one inch wide rubber band. Another one inch rubber band held something inside her mouth.

Smut stood and padded over quickly to stand beside Dodge. Shy, she tried to hide herself behind his leg but he grabbed one of her pigtails and drew her to stand in front of him.

One of the guests who had remained silent finally spoke after the laughter died down. “She looks like a present, Dodge. Are you going to share her around later?”

“Now behave! Actually, today is our two-year anniversary. Two years ago tonight was the very first time she was strapped onto her very own Baby Bed Board. It wasn’t as fancy as Shit’s but she didn’t complain.” Everyone laughed.

Dodge began his presentation by dumping a shoebox onto the table. “The rubber band,” Dodge said, indicating the pile of rubber bands of various and sundry sizes and colors. “I feel that this simple item most misunderstood and underused tool for bondage and sadism. As you can see, Smut’s arms are pinned behind her back with a simple rubber band, just like this one.” Dodge produced a matching rubber band from the pile. “It is one inch wide and about six inches in diameter. You can get them for free at your local post office. This same size could be used for her ankles, or for holding a gag in her mouth, as you see here. And when it’s time to untie your slave you just cut the band with a knife.”

Dodge produced a flip knife and with one deft motion he sliced the band. Smut’s arms fell to her side and her little face showed relief.

“You don’t even need a knife, a dull pair of scissors will do as well. My point here is that there are no pesky knots or buckles to undo. Great asset when you’re as old as our esteemed Mr. G.” The overweight man grunted. “And Check out these marks, aren’t they grand? She’s only been wearing that band for an hour or so, just before my first guest arrived. You’d need to tie her arms touching for at least twenty-four hours to get the same effect.”

Dodge quickly stripped off the ribbons covering Smut’s nippies and cunnie. She winced and squeaked. Angry red squares remained.

“I replaced the regular tape squares with ones treated with sports gel. I think it added to the fun.”

Dodge bent down, grabbed one of Smut’s pigtails and turned her face towards his. “Go quickly and bring in the rack I built for tonight.”

Smut ran. “If she learned anything from her training, it is to take me literally.” She returned dragging a wheeled cart behind her by a hemp rope. It appeared to be heavy and she strained against the line, her feet slipping on the floor. That she got the thing into the room at all was a testimony to her physical conditioning. She needed a little help getting the front wheel over the carpet. Dodge positioned the cart so that the device on it faced the seats and locked the wheels. The “rack” was made of heavy gauge PVC (poly-vinyl chloride, a composite plastic used in watering systems in gardens in the USA) and was configured like a Smut-sized stick figure. It was perfectly perpendicular to the wooden platform that it was attached to.

“Like the bed board, this device is in keeping with my philosophy that one should use items that are found around your home as much as possible. Of course not every home has rubber dildos lying around. But those items are home made, and patterned after my own member.”

As he spoke Dodge set a short stool in front of the contraption. “Smut, get on the stool and stand with your back facing the rack.” She rushed to comply. Dodge had her squat down then he pulled a two inch wide band away from the upright post. “Squeeze yourself up inside this stand up straight and hold your hands over your head.”

Smut’s eyes were wide with wonder. This was something new, a change in a routine that hadn’t changed since she could remember. She quickly squirmed her way inside the band. As soon as she was still Dodge gingerly lowered the band until it was tight around her torso, just under her lowest ribs. It was apparent that Smut wouldn’t be able to stretch the band by herself.

“This band has three purposes. One, if the other bands break she is still can’t get away. Two, it keeps her from squirming so much. Three, it restricts her breathing a bit, which adds to the torment.”

“Smut, put your arms on top of the poles.” Smut looked from side to side. There was a pole sticking out right at her arm level. She pushed up a bit on tiptoes and laid her arms on top of the pole. “Put your hands face up.” She turned her hand palm up.

“Now there is nothing to hinder the placement of the bands that will secure her arms.” Dodge picked up eight bands that were an inch wide and about three inches in diameter. He easily stretched the bands and placed them on each arm, near the shoulder, above and below the elbow and at the wrist, binding Smut’s arms to the bar. “Try to get free, Smut.” Smut struggled. She had a little room to wiggle, but couldn’t get free or even lift her little arms from the bar. Her left arm did slide a little to the front.

“She is unable to get her arms out from under the bands.” Dodge slid her left arm back on top of the bar. “And even with that full-blown struggle, she was only able to move her arm an inch or so. That may be a problem for some of you. I know it is for me. I anticipated the problem and this is the solution.”

Dodge picked up two bands that were about a quarter inch wide. He fed one through a hole drilled through both walls of the pipe so that a generous amount dangled below. Taking the middle finger of Smut’s left hand, he placed the band over the outermost joint. With one smooth motion, he grabbed the band as it dangled under the pipe and pulled it up and around so that it was back over the top of the pipe again. Smut let out a squeak as the band tightened on her finger, holding it flat against the top of the pole.

“Try to get away again.”

Smut struggled, her pigtails flipping in the air, her face turning red from her reduced breathing and the exertion. When she gave up, her arm was still perfectly positioned. Dodge stepped over to her right side and banded her right middle finger.

“An added effect of using the band in this way is that she is completely unable to close her hands. This is also important.”

Dodge picked up two one-inch wide bands, the same diameter as the bands he used on her arms. He took her left leg and placed it over the pole that made up the “leg” of the stick figure. “Note that this part of the procedure requires a little more work and it helps if the subject is cooperative. However, the application of these two bands to her ankles keep her legs positioned long enough to secure the rest of her legs.” He picked up some slightly longer bands and in four simple and straightforward moves he had her legs pinned to the pole above and below the knee. “You have to be careful about using a constricting band on her thigh. It can cut off circulation, and that is a bad thing that could lead to the need for medical intervention.”

“Now to keep her legs centered, I’ll add two more bands, one on each foot.” He picked up two chains of quarter inch bands and hooked one end of each to Smut’s pigtails. Pulling on them forced Smut’s head down until her chin rested on her chest.

Bigirish interrupted. “Dodge, my friend, what about her gag. What’s in her mouth.”

“Oh yes. Thanks for reminding me.” Dodge reached over and pulled the band from between Smut’s lips. He reached behind her teeth and pulled out a ball that was made from blue rubber bands. “I got these off of my newspaper. The center is one of those super bouncing balls about three-quarters of an inch in diameter. I wrapped the first band around that and built it up from there. The advantage, other than the fact that it’s free, is that the ball can easily be expanded to keep pace with Smut’s growth. Oh, and the bands create a ribbing effect that makes the ball very uncomfortable, besides being made from material that tastes awful.” Dodge replaced the ball and put the band back between her lips.

He stretched the chains again and lifting each foot in turn he wrapped the second band from the end around her big toes, then pulled the final band around behind the pole on the inside.

Smut’s foot was drawn uncomfortably upwards and to the side. She was unable to turn her leg from side to side. Dodge turned and secured her right foot.

“She is secured using only rubber bands.”

The guests responded with some clapping and a few “well done’s.”

Dodge went behind the rack and turned knob that held the rack to the post bolted to the platform. He was able to angle the rack backwards, giving the audience a good view of her cunnie. His guests jockeyed for the best view as he drew something from his back pocket.

“Keeping with our theme of rubber bands as implements of bondage and punishment, I am going to demonstrate a punishment method that is guaranteed to cow even the sassiest slave.” He held up a device which strongly resembled a child’s slingshot. “This is an old cheese cutter that I took from the junk drawer in my kitchen. I cut and removed the wire and replaced it with a quarter inch wide rubber band, stretched tightly between the uprights. You could just hold the band stretched with your fingers, but hands tend to tire easily and you would want to concentrate fully on the fun and not on sore fingers.”

Holding the tool in his left hand, Dodge walked to stand above Smut’s head. He watched his audience. He had their rapt attention. Without warning or fanfare, he placed the tool against the palm of Smut’s right hand so that the band was against the center of the palm. Grasping the bottom band with his free hand, he drew it upwards like the string on a bow. He let go.

Several things happened at once. First, there was a loud smacking noise that caused his guests to jump in their seats. Second an angry red welt appeared across Smut’s palm. Third Smut cut loose with a bloodcurdling scream, muted by the gag in her mouth. Fourth Smut drew in a sharp breath, which when released caused the band to further constrict her breathing; she had to take short quick breaths. And finally Smut cut loose with a brief, but surprisingly long-ranged stream of urine.

Sluts cheeks quickly glistened like her chin as tears poured from her eyes.

“The Palm of the hands are very tender, especially in one so young. The welt will last for several hours, but before long it will be gone and there will be not sign of it, not even a bruise. Now, I let loose with a real zinger first off just to make sure I had your attention. I prefer to use lighter, but still very effective slaps, angled to create a nice even cross-hatching across her palm and fingers.” Dodge proceeded to demonstrate. With every snap of the band Smut squeaked satisfactorily. “Slow and steady does it, no need to rush.” He finished with her left hand and then proceeded to her right. Smut was able to wiggle, though not much, she took advantage of every fraction of an inch.

Carefully, methodically, Dodge finished up Smut’s right hand. He let her take a sob break. He walked around to the stand near her feet.

“I won’t use this band on her arms, or her legs today to speed things up. But under normal circumstances, this punishment is most effective when every square inch of the subject is covered in tiny welts.”

Squatting he placed the band between her big and second toes. “Now one would think that the tissue between the toes would be too soft and weak to use this technique without drawing blood. Contrary to this belief, the tissue between the toes is just as resilient as that on the sole of the foot.” Dodge snapped the band between her toes. Her scream was louder than the scream following the first snap and she thrashed longer. He quickly snapped between each toe of both feet before returning to her left side. “I have to take advantage of momentum, so excuse me if I concentrate.”

Placing his hits carefully, Dodge laid a neat cross-hatch of welts along the bottom of both of Smut’s tiny feet. Smut squealed with each snap, her eyes screwed shut as if that was going to somehow lessen the pain.

Dodge stood and walked around to Smut’s right side. “Now unfortunately her cunnie tissues are far too tender at this age. There is no way to use the tool there without drawing blood. It is the same with the tissue surrounding her anus. But the tissue directly in her bikini area…” Dodge trailed off as he laid neat mass of lines. “And of course her tummy, chest and particularly her nippies are fair game.” he said as he laid welts upon those areas as well.

Adjusting the rack so Smut was face down and ass on to the audience, he laid a mass of random welts on her butt cheeks. “The randomness of these welts are a good prep for our next demonstration.”

Dodge bent over and looked at Smut’s face. “Hmmm, she appears to have passed out on me. Oh well. I’ll wake her up in a moment. First a little prep work.”

Dodge cut the chain of bands that held her feet to her pigtails, then used more bands to secure her feet so that the soles were facing the onlookers. He also took a one inch band and stretched it from the crossbar where the central post met the bar that held Smut’s arms and slipped it over her forehead forcing her head back. He turned the rack slightly so she pointed off to the right somewhat and positioned a mirror so the audience could see her face. He walked to a cabinet set against the wall of the living room, opened it and took out a small spray bottle. He mixed a concoction and returned to stand at Smut’s head.

“She’s out pretty good, eh. Well, I normally would use an eye dropper to apply this, or better to add a drop to each eyepiece of a pair of blacked-out swimming goggles, but I need her eyes free for my demonstration.” Leveling the spray bottle, Dodge pried open both of Smut’s eyelids simultaneously and let loose with the spray. The effect was immediate. Smut’s head jerked back and she cut loose with a healthy, though rather hoarse scream. “The bottle contains a mixture of onion power and water. Her eyes will burn for a while, but I intentionally mixed it weak.”

Dodge put the bottle on the table and pulled a new tool from his back pocket. It was flat, about two inches wide and ten inches long. It was covered in a red, rubbery substance. “This is my butt strap. The business end is made from a piece of vinyl that I took from an old easy chair before I had it hauled away. The handle is actually wood, though you can’t see it as it is covered. It is the handle that broke off of a frying pan. I cut a narrow slit in the end, inserted the material and then dipped the entire thing in a rubber product that is used to coat the handle of tools so as to give the user a better grip on them. It has advantages over heaver straps or paddles. First, it doesn’t tire out my wrist and forearm. Second the surface doesn’t tear the skin. And it makes a satisfactory sound when it impacts but doesn’t leave bruises like a paddle. Okay, I sometimes get into the swatting and leave a small bruise or two, but for the most part there is nothing.” Dodge ran the rub ber over Smut’s left foot. “I like to start with the feet on this phase. It wakes her up. I have a special system for counting the number of swats that I administer. For every month up to one year I do one swat. So a six-month old girl would get six swats. At one year I begin to add the years to the months, so a one year old girl would get thirteen swats, one for each month and one for each year. Since Smut is over two years old, she would receive fourteen swats. One for each month up to the first birthday and then one for each year she is alive.”

Quickly Dodge administered fourteen swats to Smut’s right foot. Smut was too worn out from the banding to give forth anything but a whimper.

Dodge turned to her right foot. “The prep work really pays off here. It hurts enough to swat the sole of the foot, but with the lighter strap it doesn’t have the same pain effect as a heaver strap or paddle would. So the welts help to make up the difference.” He calmly applied fourteen swats to her right foot.

“I am going to forgo the narration for a time here as it is important to move quickly so the subject doesn’t have time to recover.”

Dodge worked quickly, applying fourteen well placed shots to each of her palms then to each of her butt cheeks. When he finished, Smut was simpering, her eyes drooping with exhaustion.

Dodge readjusted the rack so Smut was face up again then applied the strap to her belly and chest, laying fourteen swats on each nippie and the flesh around her belly button.

“Now finally, we come to the most tender tissue of them all. I like to wait until the last moment for this part, as I am always fascinated just how loud a scream she can dredge up.” Dodge quickly laid fourteen swats straight onto Smut’s little cunny. True to form Smut let loose with a scream to rival the others before. She arched her back and actually succeeded in breaking the band that was around her torso.

“Hmm. That’s interesting. Perhaps I should use a wider band next time.”

Removing the band that was pulling her head back, Dodge removed the gag and slapped her cheeks with the strap. This startled Smut awake and she cried out. Dodge slipped the strop into his pocket and used his knife to cut the bands holding her to the rack and she slid off to lay crumpled on the floor, sobbing.

“Smut, come here.”

It took effort but Smut was able to rise and walk gingerly over to stand in front of Dodge. She crossed her wrists behind her back and craned her neck to look up into his face.

“Did that hurt, Smut?”

“Smut hurt, Daddy.” Her voice croaked, worn out from her screams.

“I think that Smut should go through another round.”

Smuts eyes flew open and she let out a wail. Crying and sobbing loudly, she dropped to her knees and rubbed her face against his shoe.

One of the guest remarked “One would think that she would be begging profusely by now.”

“Smut knows that she may only speak to answer a question except when a specific set of conditions have been met. No, my friend, her conditioning is complete. Her obedience total.”

He looked back at his little girl. “Smut, stand up.”

“Smut, there’s quite a mess here. I want you to clean it up.”

Crawling on her knees, her hands still behind her back, Smut used her mouth to pick up each and every rubber band and put them into a trashcan in the corner. When she was done with that she crawled back and then stood in front of Dodge.

“You missed something.”

Smut looked around but couldn’t see anything.

While her back was to him, Dodge took his band tool and snapped the band against the table. Smut jumped, fell to her knees and crawled backwards away from him.

“Smut, stand up this instant and come over here.”

Smut rushed to her ready position.

“Did I give Smut permission to move?”

“Smut moved. No ‘mission.”

“You now the penalty for doing something without permission.”

Smut held out her hands open, palm up. Dodge used his tool to snap two more welts on her palms.

Smut went back to her ready position.

“Smut loves Daddy,” she said with a whine.

Dodge turned to his guests. “Those are the only words that Smut is permitted to say without my prompting.” He turned back.

“Now, Smut. You did your chore badly. You know the penalty for doing a chore badly.”

Smut hobbled around behind Dodge and stood on tiptoes. She used her mouth to pull the strap from his back pocket. She went back to stand in front of him and held her face up and out, presenting the tool. Dodge took it from her mouth and she turned so her she was facing to his left before bending over and grabbing her ankles.

Dodge applied fourteen swats to her already sore bottom, each nearly knocking her onto her face. She was too tired to give more than a grunting sound as each blow landed.

She stood and faced Dodge in her ready position.

“You peed on the floor. See it, right there?” Dodge pointed. Smut looked and then turned quickly back to face him, her face showing that she saw what he was pointing at. “You need to lick it up, all of it. When you are done go back into the cabinet.”

Dodge walked over to his guests, basking in their congratulations. Disregarded and ignored, Smut used her little tongue to clean up every drop of her piss from the foul rubber sheet. She then padded painfully to the cabinet under the bar and crawled in. Her face was wet with tears as she closed the door shutting out the light and sounds of the party.