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Part 4 of Janet Bound.
"Wow, that looks incredible Janet." Hillary exclaimed. "Don't worry, although
I am sure it is very uncomfortable in those things, they will not do any
permanent damage. Those tits of yours just need one other thing."
Hillary had two green tubes in her hand. On one end was a small clamp, on the
other was a spring with a hook on it.
"These are nipple claps dearie, just to keep you aware of your tits." Hillary
had a huge grin on her face. "This end with the clamp goes over your nipple.
It works better on an erect one though. I'll show you."
Hillary pressed and kneaded the right tit, forcing Janet's nipple to squish out
between two "bars" of the bra cage containing it. Then then brought her mouth
down over the nipple and gently sucked and bit at it. Very rapidly, against
Janet's will of course, the nipple came to full attention.
"Is it cold in here or something?" Hillary teased.
Hillary brought one of the clamps up to the tit. All the while Janet strained
her body to pull away from the mouth of the device. The clamp fit over the
nipple and actually used suction to adhere on. There was also an alligator
clip that bit into the nipple, holding it securely on. Once again the same
torment was done to the other breast and presently two tubes were hanging from
Janet's tormented breasts. At the other end of each tube Hillary attached a
four-ounce weight to the hook there. The pull of the weights dug the teeth of
the clip deeper into the sensitive skin of the nipple.
Hillary tapped both weights so they swung from side to side. Janet groaned in
agony as the springs the weights were attached to transmitted the movements ten
fold back to her mounds. Every time Janet breathed in, the springs jiggled
slightly sending waves of pain through her.
"Well Janet we are almost done." Hillary said. " But we do have, what I think
anyway, is the toughest thing of all."
One more time she reached into the hated cedar chest. She removed mannequin
head. It was completely covered wit leather.
"Janet, this is a leather discipline helmet. It is going to cover you face
like a second skin. It is hot and uncomfortable. There are small holes with
tubes for you to breathe through your nose. Otherwise there are no other
openings in this thing. I have tried it on, and I can tell you it is scary. I
had to take it off after just a few minutes. You are going to be in this thing
for at LEAST seven hours. I honestly can't imagine being sealed off from the
world like that, without a way out, for so long, but it is about to happen to
you. If you were not claustrophobic before, you definitely are going to be
after this thing is wrapped over your face."
Janet was horrified. The hood was black with straps and metal rings all over
it. There was no way she could allow that thing over her face. She strained
and struggled to move away, shaking her head violently.
'Part of the appeal of a discipline helmet is the sensory deprivation it
creates. This one can take away sight. The gag in your mouth is the only thing
you can taste. You will only be able to smell leather inside the heed once you
are laced and locked in. You already have lost the ability to touch with you
hands and body wrapped in leather. The toughest thing to take away from
someone is the sense of hearing. Even the best earplugs don't cut out all
sound. So the only options to truly remove hearing are either headphones from
like a radio, with white noise turned up very loud, or the option that I am
about to do to you." She pulled, what looked like two tubes of toothpaste out
of the chest. "This is a specially created silicone, rubber sealant. It is
almost pure liquid when it comes out of this tube, but once it combines with
each other, it immediately turns to a solid form. The great thing about this
compound is that it expands when it hardens. It will cut off all noise. It
cannot be removed once it is put into your ears, unless I apply a special
solvent to it. I admit this is highly dangerous to do to someone, because the
sealant actually seeps so deep into your ear that it covers the ears inner
workings. If the solvent cannot reach all of the glue in your ear, then you
could potentially be permanently deaf. I am willing to take that risk though.
After all I did not take you because of your great hearing."
Janet could do nothing as Hillary calmly squirted the contents of each tube
into her right ear. Janet could feel the liquid seep deep into her skull,
insinuating itself deep into her ear canal. As Hillary had said the junk
hardened within a few seconds. Hillary applied a ton of the stuff to Janet's
ear, completely filling the canal, then covering the outside of the ear. Janet
cried and begged as Hillary moved tot he other side of her head. The last
sounds she heard were her own sobs of terror as the sealant entered her ear.
It was incredible as all sound was completely removed. She could no longer
hear Hillary's taunts, she could no longer hear her own racked sobs, she could
not hear even her own breathing or beating of her heart. This was not like
earplugs or headphones, she was completely deaf to the world, her ears no
longer functioned at all.
Janet was stunned and horrified, completely overwhelmed by the brutality of
Hillary's abuse of her body . How could another woman do this to her? If this
had been some psycho guy she would have believed it, but this was a woman! How
could she be so brutal, so uncaring? Hillary unlatched the choker that had so
long ago started the bondage on Janet and removed it. There was not much of a
chance of Janet making an escape attempt now. Hillary then tightly wrapped
Janet's beautiful, slightly curly red hair into a tight ponytail. Hillary then
pulled the leather mask off of the mannequin's fake head and brought it over
the all too real, tear-streaked face of the brutally bound girl. The mask was
all one piece, which had laces that ran all the way from the top of the skull
to the base of neck. Hillary loosened all the laces and brought the hood over
Janet's shaking, sobbing face. She was screaming into the ball in her mouth,
begging incomprehensibly to not do this to her. Her whole body shook and
strained against her inescapable bonds as the terror of being encased in that
leather hell gave her amazing strength. It was hopeless though, the bonds that
held her so well could have withstood the frantic struggles of 50 women of
Janet's strength. There was nothing she could do as the leather was pulled
over her head. Janet was plunged into darkness as the formed leather settled
over her face. Hillary began to lace the hood at the top of Janet's skull.
She pulled and laced as the leather stretched to accommodate the prisoner
inside. Soft pads fit over Janet's panicked eyes. Thick leather padding fit
over the ball filling Janet's distended mouth. As the leather hood tightened
the pad over her mouth actually forced the ball farther into her jaws. Tighter
and tighter the hoods laced, closing off all air, all light, and all hope of
escape. Hillary pulled the red ponytail between some of the lacing and
finished tightening it up all the way down to the base of her neck. A zipped
flap covered the lacing and this was closed in with a small stainless steel
lock. Janet was sealed in a leather prison with no hope of escape. Inside her
dark hot world, Janet was almost in shock. Unable to comprehend what had
happened to her. Hillary was busy pulling various straps around the hood with
Janet's head in it. A two and a half-inch strap wrapped around where her eyes
were. It was pulled as tight as Hillary could do it and locked behind Janet's
head. A second strap of equal size was pulled around her horribly gagged
mouth, tightened brutally and locked behind her skull with a buckle and
padlock. A final very wide strap ran under her chin, over her filled,
leather-covered cheeks up to the top of her head. When this final strap was
pulled as tight as cold be, Janet's mouth was locked even more closed around
the ball that had become part of her aching mouth. So at this point, 4
separate tempered metal locks, a stainless steel zipper, three stiffened
leather straps, high tensile strength leather laces and finally the fitted
eighth inch leather horror of the helmet itself. It was overwhelming the
amount of redundancies involved just to keep Janet helpless.
Hillary ran two narrow straps from small"O" rings that were sewn into the toes
of the toes of the arch inducing leather leggings. Each thin strap ran to a
third "O" ring that was attached to the middle of the single sleeve at about
elbow level. Each of these straps was pulled to guitar string tightness and
locked. Her feet would not arch anymore, but Hillary liked the way it looked,
with still more straps containing Janet's gorgeous body. One last strap to go,
Hillary thought.
She ran a belt width strap from a buckle at the top of her skull and looped it
into the same "O" ring at her elbow that held her arched feet. With delicious
slowness Hillary began shortening the strap, inch by inch. The strap was not
going to give, Janet's arms could not move, so the only thing that could adjust
to the tightening strap was Janet's bound head. Her neck arched farther and
farther back as Hillary pulled the strap tighter and tighter. By the time
Hillary locked this final torturous bit of bondage off, Janet's sightless eyes
were facing the ceiling. Janet could not twitch a muscle now, her body was
immobilized by expertly applied leather bondage.
Hillary looked at the clock on the wall.
"Damn..I am going to be late. She said to no one. "Looks like you are going
to have to stay here little girl until I get back."
She looked at the helpless form in front of her. The stretched body, the caged
tits, the bound arms. The sightless, helpless face. It was too much, she
began touching herself through the thin Lycra covering her pussy..
"I guess I can be a couple of minutes late, after all I worked very hard to
get you."
She got to her knees in front of Janet and pleasured herself, while feeling up
Janet's bound body. Hillary came almost instantly with the most intense
pleasure of her entire life. She only masturbated for about ten minutes, but
in that time she had six orgasms. She could have gone on for a lot longer, but
she was able to find the strength of will to finally get up and get ready for
her party.
Janet was unaware of what was happening outside her tiny prison. She could
feel Hillary occasionally feel her up, but besides that there was nothing.
Hillary decided to give Janet a little bit of outside stimulation while she was
going to be gone. She went over to the wall closest to Janet's bound form, and
uncoiled an extension cord that was lying there attached to the wall. Without
ceremony she plugged it into a hidden outlet attached to the belt that held the
dildos in Janet' ass and cunt. The dildos came to violent life and began to
thrash around Janet's tortured insides. Hillary was glad to know that Janet
would be violated for as long as she would be gone. Janet groaned in renewed
humiliation and degradation.
Hillary went into the bedroom, rapidly got ready and came out dressed in a
stylish black cocktail dress. Janet had not been able to move an inch in the
fifteen minutes Hillary had been gone. Hillary walked over to her captive,
lovingly cupped her wrapped face in her hands, and kissed the leather over her
gagged mouth. Janet rewarded her with a heavily gagged plaintive wail. A
muffled mew of terror and desperation.
Hillary went to the door, turned out the lights and shut the door. She made
sure to throw the door not disturb sign on the door.
Janet sat in darkness she did not even know could exist in fear and
hopelessness. The next few hours were a continual cycle of Janet thinking
about how she had to get out of this. Frenzied panicked struggling would then
ensue. Lack of oxygen from the super tight corset and being only able to
breathe through narrow nose passages would quickly wear her body down. She
would often almost pass out from the exertions, forced to sit still and try to
get air into her compressed lungs. She would sit quietly for a few minutes,
and think about what was happening to her, but the claustrophobia and fear
would drive her to strain and struggle against the implacable bonds holding
her.
Janet could not see, hear, move or speak. She was as helpless as any person
had ever been. Outside was one of the busiest cities on Earth. Fifty feet away
there were maids and housemen and guests of the hotel. None of them had any
idea that a perfectly bodied woman was in horribly strict bondage in an
impossibly expensive luxury suite. The worst part about it to Janet was how
she had helped to make sure that no one could ever know she was here. She had
told no one at work she had anything to do with that bitch Hillary. She had
come into this room in complete disguise. Christ she had even taken a bus
here! She was the blind, deaf and dumb prisoner of a sick bondage freak and
there was no hope of escape.
The minutes turned to hours as Janet continued her desperate attempts to get
even the slightest slack, the tiniest bit of relief from the constant strain of
the leather holding her. It was a hopeless fight.
This is the end of the first section of this story. I hope to have 3 other
segments to this tale detailing first of all various rope bondages, second of
all a tape mummification and entombment and finally a permanent rubber bondage
scenario. This will be later though so please enjoy this segment for now.
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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